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rosesbxrry · 2 years

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My Neighbor’s Son (Part 2)

Pairing: Neighbor/boyfriend! Jake X Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI).

Warnings: protected sex, morning sex, morning wood, nipple licking (male receiving), handjob, riding, overstimulation? (male receiving), Jake using the term ‘good girl’ to reader, just Jake being horny, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: It’s normal for your boyfriend, Jake to come over to your bedroom through the window without your parents knowing, and it’s especially easy when he was your neighbor’s son.

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Word count: 1,852 words

Read here for part 1

a/n: literally no one ask for part 2 but since part 1 is close to reaching a thousand notes, this a little thank you for all of you!!

When you woke from your slumber, you were laying on Jake’s chest with his arm around your back. You felt his chest slowly rising and falling against your cheek before looking up to see him still asleep.

Because of yesterday’s session, you didn’t close the curtains of your window, letting the morning sunshine seeping through the glass surface to pool on your floor.

Usually you would be curled up in a bundle of pillow, duvet snuggled close to your chin as the cold temperature was at its lowest in the morning. But Jake’s body was a source of warmth to your skin, like your own personal furnace that exactly fits against you to cuddle.

You felt slightly sore at the lower half of your body as you adjusted to snuggled closer to Jake’s side, placing an arm across his bare torso.

It had been awhile since he last fucked you other than your mattress and you hope to god your parents didn’t hear any thumping or cricking sound from your room.

You were holding for your dear life at the ledge of the window when Jake thrust you from behind.

You looked up to see Jake’s sleeping face, soft snoring escaping between his lips which were open agape. Jake had always preferred to sleep in with you until the mornings, though the risk of him getting caught escaping from your window in broad daylight has always worried you.

But Jake brushed it off, telling you with a wink that he’ll be extra careful and that it was worth it to wake up with you in his arms. Gosh, he really knows how to sweet talk you from anything.

You giggled at the way his blonde hair was tickling his cheeks and you reached out to move it back gently to avoid waking him up. Jake looked completely different in the morning; soft and fragile but it was a contrast to what he did to you the night before.

Jake was positioned on his back, giving you a nice view of his chest to his torso. Glancing below, you could see his deep v-line and his happy trail leading to the area below before just shying away from being covered by the white duvet further down.

But something else has caught your attention below. The tent underneath his lower half was visible from your field of view, his morning wood gave you a sense of excitement.

Jake might be dominant with you during sex but in the next morning, when he was done manhandling you, he was Jaeyun; the overly sensitive and whiny side of him that welcomes you to devour him.

It was the only time he lets you do anything to him, whether it be a blowjob or just jerking him that gets him waking up with an orgasm nearing. He doesn’t admit but he has a thing for it, and sometimes you found him anticipating it the next morning.

So you move your hand to slowly palm him over the duvet, feeling his cock getting more erect and hard with every movement of your wrist. You move the sheet away, allowing his half-hard member to escape.

Jake was impressively big which sometimes makes you wonder how it can even fit you in the first place. Once you got the blood coursing through his member, you felt Jake’s breathing a bit harder than normal.

You watch his tip becoming redder the more you stroke harder, putting in more pressure until veins start to protrude at the underside of his cock.

“hmmm.” Jake let out a breathy whine between his plump lips, eyebrows furrowed, toes and fingers curling and twitching as the sensation grew stronger.

You take this as a queue to elevate to the next level, and you bend down to take a hard nipple between your lips and sucking it delicately until you hear him hitch a moan.

You knew all of Jake’s sensitive and sweet spots, especially when you lick and nibble at the areola while pumping his head until precum starts to dribble out of the slit.

“Fuck.” Jake let out a hiss, his eyes fluttering open from a familiar knot in his stomach. It took him a few seconds to realise what you were doing until you felt him held onto your wrist, aiding you to stroke his cock faster while his other hand was gripping your shoulder.

“y/n, baby, play with my slit.” You hear him breathe out erratically. He replaces your hand to stroke his length while you move to palm the tip to spread his precum before thumbing the opening roughly.

If there was one thing you know, Jake goes crazy when you play with the opening of his head. Even when you give him a blow, he would moan so much, legs trashing when you suck and lick the sensitive slit, to the point where he would beg you to poke the tip of your tongue inside.

You continue to suckle on his nipple, lapping at it the same way he ate you between your legs last night. You felt your cunt pulsate and your clit throbbing at just the thought, rubbing your thighs together beside him to get some sweet pleasure from the friction.

Jake was now a moaning mess, his hips now above the mattress to buck and thrust in his hand in the air while you continued to rub his tender opening, but he bit on his lower lip to contain the noise.

He might be lost in pleasure, but he was still sane to know that he has to keep quiet or else.

“Nghhh, I’m so close.”

The way he whispered to you with such desperation, abdomen tense with his cheeks a dusty pink with half lidded eyes. You knew he was close, so you took the time to slowly swirl your nails against the overly sensitive flesh close to his slit.

You move to capture his lips before he comes into your palm. Strings of grunt and mewls vibrate your mouth, his hot seed shooting out from his cock as you replace his hand to pump the length, aiding him on his release.

He grips onto the sheets, kissing you sloppily with his tongue darting out ever so often. Your hands were now slick with his white cum, spreading it from the base to the head. Jake began to calm down from the high, slowly resting back on the mattress.

It felt so good when you overstimulated his orgasm, his neck arching on your pillow to let out a shaky sigh. He felt dizzy and fuzzy but he knew it wasn’t enough to untangle the pressure between his legs.

His member was still standing up whilst glistening, head now hot and throbbing than ever, begging for something else to release it. The only thing he needed was your pussy to wrap around his cock.

“Ride me.” He murmurs, tugging at your wrist.

Without a second thought, you sit up to open the drawer beside your bed, taking out a condom before straddling his waist. Jake moved to rest his hand on your hips.

“Fuck Jake, how are you still so hard?” you opened the packaging before sliding the tight latex on his member. Jake let out a hiss at the sensation, before he laughed with smugness at your question.

“They call me monster dick with a reason, baby.” His hair was all over the place, golden locks sticking to his face. His smile widens when you give him a scowl from above.

“You know no one calls you that.”

You watch his sinful tongue wet his bottom lip, giving you a shit eating grin with an eyebrow raised, “Would you rather me say pussy destroyer?”

Oh how he loves to call himself that, which you only rolled your eyes before slowly sinking yourself in him. But you didn’t say anything back, because deep down, you know it’s true and so did Jake, because his face immediately lit up when you stayed silent.

You winced, feeling him filled you up to the brim. At this angle, he felt so much bigger inside, feeling his swollen head brushing against the deepest part of your walls.

“Baby your so fucking tight, I—“ His words died down when you lean back, hands gripping on his thighs before you move up and down, fucking yourself on his cock while his hands followed the movement of your hips.

“You look so sexy doing that, fucking me like a good girl.”

He wants nothing but to rail you right now, just going feral on you until you cry in pleasure. But, he decided he likes it better when you are like this, tits bouncing and mouth agape from above him, giving him a perfect view of your swollen clit and pussy stuff with his dick.

“You like it when you fuck yourself with my cock right?” He held onto your ass tightly and you gasped when start to thrust up to meet you halfway.

You could only nod, the pleasure was making you squirm, but your hips couldn’t stop moving to reach that edge and release you wanted. Jake seems to understand, snapping his hips feverishly and relentlessly to match your movement as well.

You went in and out of him so easily, his cum from the previous release mixed together with your wetness allowed you to move faster. You wanted so bad to erupt into a fit of moans, the itching feeling of your orgasm nearing.

Jake watches you from above, loving the way you tried your best to muffle yourself. He could feel you were clenching hard on him, juices now dripping and pooling down your thighs onto the base of his cock.

“Jakey, I’m close.” you whimpered, getting sensitive at every thrust of his hips.

“My good girl gonna cum for me?” He chuckled, wincing when he felt his own release drawing close, “Do it baby, fucking cum for me.”

You came first, body falling down to grip onto Jake’s bare chest, your orgasm hitting you like hot waves throughout your body. Your thighs were shaking and toes curling as the sensation overwhelms your nerves. It felt like a balloon popping as you let out a breath of relief against his skin.

With a few more hard thrust, he came as well, ropes of his hot seeds filling the condom up with a few strings of curses followed from his mouth.

You stayed lying on his chest, breathing up and down; a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Jake moves a hand to caress your back, feeling breathless as well. You look up to smile at him tiredly and Jake looks back at you with so much tenderness.

Everything about this moment brings you ecstasy, you reach up to capture his lips before—

Knock knock.

You and Jake cease all movement, staring at each other with wide eyes. Your heart was beating hard with dread, hearing footsteps shuffling and your mother’s voice at the other side of the door.

And then it hits, did you even remember to lock the door?

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dykefoosh · 3 years

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Healthy Competition Transcript: 7/25/21

It's the entire thing so I hope this helps!

W: Hey.. Phil

P: Oh.. Hey

W: Hey, hey Phil how’s it going? How's It going man?

P: Oh, it's going, it's going alright.

W:I just thought I'd visit, Phil. I just thought you knew I would come and visit you. I haven’t seen you in awhile.

W: Phil I must confess I have come to you with a bit of a proposition. You into propositions Phil? Are you a proposition kind of guy?

P: Oh it depends depends, oh you, you’ve had some pretty lets just say not a great track record of propositions you’ve had in the past

W: I mean I’m trying to move past that. Listen Phil, I met Quackity after you kindly lent me your house, I went and met him, I met up with him, and I hadn't seen him in ages and it was nice, it felt good. He didn't seem afraid of me. Which is cool, not many people do. Phil, you don’t seem afraid of me?

P: No. No not at all

W: Good. Good because I’m not afraid of you. Uh.. Listen I met quackity and I hung out with him and I came to one conclusion about him and MY GOD the pricks resourceful aint he.

P: Yes.. he’s very.. he's one of the richest on the server at the minute. He's one of the richest people

W: What happened? What? You, you are telling me Quackity, the guy who made SWAG party, would be the richest man, geez I wouldn’t have believed you for a second but here we are.

But look, Phil, I am a bit of a propagator of the idea that capitalism shouldn’t be unchecked. You know the free market, maybe isn’t ever really that free you know. I am a bit into my interjection, you know the government interjection but there’s isn't a government anymore phi its anarchy it's pretty much what ah I see his name I see his name. (Ran boo)

P: Ha, Ha you see it

W: As much as I disagree with your opinions on anarchy. It's pretty harmless. I can’t hate you for it. I can’t hate you for literally living in a peaceful little village in the snow, I mean the server, it's never been this peaceful since the countries and nations and cities… So Phil I came to you with one question. Do you think quackity should be allowed to be left unchecked?

P: Uh no.

W: Do you think he should be allowed to grow? Oh you answered already. I agree with you Phil, I also don’t think quackity should be allowed to be left unchecked.

But you know what the problem is, there’s no Interpol, there’s no government, there’s no police force.. Technoblade spent this entire time taking down the establishment and what he's left with as predicted a POWER VACUUM for a new establishment to come in and this establishment is ahh ahh pretty unethical Phil its gambling, you a fan of gambling

P: Oh gods

W: This servers like 50% children Phil..

P: oh gods that's terrible.. yeah no that's awful.

W: ahh haha don’t sound too..

P: Gambling ruins peoples lives dude.

W: TRUE TRUE! And you know what He's getting away with , Phil. I have a proposition for you, I am glad you’re on my side and glad you agree with this Phil. I want to make a burger van.

P: Oh….

W I know when you heard of the burger van, you walked away. I get it. It's a bit of deja vu, but the difference is the burger van isnt gonna sell drugs. We are against toxic money making schemes now. We GENUINELY, genuinely selling burgers, I want to make burgers, I want to make every stake so it has a name. And. And uh (Wilbur re reads the book “Project Nevadas” Quackity left for him)

P: It definitely sounds better than the drug van,

W: yeah yeah yeah that's what I’m going to do Phil, but you see you need to understand I need someone to help me, because I’m not doing this for any reason outside of “I have an aspiration.. a goal in life to be a culinary expert” I want to be chef now Phil. I’m done now with being a President, being a government, being an authority, I want to be a burger man. I wanna sell burgers. That's my calling. That's been my calling all along. There's no ulterior motive behind this plan. I’ve got the real-estate, I’ve got the know-how and I’ve got the chutzpah (it's a yiddish word for guts basically woooo). Phil are you in?

P:I mean, ahh. You know I don’t know much about making burgers and burger vans, but I want to know who does?

W: Who?

P: Ranboo. He could help out.

W: what the fuck does he know about burgers?

P: he's literally the richest most knowledgeable person on the server besides me -

W: Phil you called - that's literally the second person you called the richest on the server. How does being rich climate him know about burgers?

P: Well you said you needed bread, you said you needed resources.. he has everything you could need.

W: What do you mean?

P: And also, he kinda knows… Right i'll be honest i'll be honest will, he's a little bit lonely, um there’s not much going on out here we are in a wilderness, a snowy blizzard wilderness right? Nothing goes on, nothing really happens here.

W: ha haha, sorry sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at him being lonely. That shouldn’t of tickled me.

P: He needs something to keep him busy, to keep him occupied. He's done everything on the server, he's literally done everything. Give him, give him something else to do. Have fun.

W: I don’t want to. I genuinely don't want to. He's weird Phil. he's the weird neighbor kid.

P: oh STOP no stop!

W: Look at him he's that weird neighbor kid who's got something going on, you know maybe in the basement or something there’s something going on right.

P: he's harmless he's harmless

W: he's harmless now, give him a burger van and he might spatula me. Phil looks at me. Can you imagine a spatula through my skull? Huh?

P: That's not gonna happen. He’s very nice. Go make friends. Alright

W: All I need is a fire aspect sword, a bunch of cows, an anvil and some levels and we can do this Phil.

P: And he (ranboo) can give you all of those.

W: Oh my gosh stop making me play with the neighbor kids.

P: Alright stop I’m putting my foot down. If you don’t go play with them right now, I’m kicking you out of the house.

W: What the fuck?! What do you mean? Kicking? You can’t just kick- ohhhhh

P: I can and will.

W: Phil I’m ah…

P: Be nice. Go say hi, he's great. He's a great guy

W: Look Phil I trust you, I'll trust you this much, and I'll trust you that he's fine and he can help me, BUT if he's shit, you gotta come help. You gotta be burger boy with me.

P: I’ll be around, I'll be around, he's fine, you'll be fine, you guys will get along so well.

W: Thanks Phil…

P: You got this Wil, bye mate.

W: I don’t really want… What is this, why is he treating me like a kid? Like a little baby? Oh shit he's got cows…. Ah aH oh god I wasn’t built for this (gets attacked by a spider which he then crits the spider) There we go.. My man got cows. This bread as well?? No,it's not that he can farm apparently. Wait, that is bread. Wait… was that fire aspect? Is this a set up? I guess I'll befriend him… Knock knock - oh

R: woah oh

W: Hi Ranboo

R: Woah hello

W: You remember me?

R: Yeah I remember you. How are you? Its been awhile

W: It's been a little while, I mean we only met once, I mean I was just coming through visiting me pa, in his little cottage in the snow, very cute in the snow isn't it?

R: Yeah it is very nice

W: I just happened to notice you have a lot of cows.

R: Yeah! yeah I have a nice little cow farm, it's been pretty good for food recently so its been kind of yeah.

W: Can you hit one of them with your sword again please?

R: You want me to kill one?

W: Yeah quickly

R: yeah okay

W: Ranboo, I have a proposition for you

R: Yeah what’s that?

W: I know we have not got off on the best of terms but I'd like to think bygones be bygones let's bury the hatchet, let's be..

R: Yeah

W: Ranboo I’m gonna go out on a limb here, do you want to be friends?

R: S- Sure. I don’t see why not. You seem alright.

W: Cool cool. Thank you, thank you, you seem alright too. Can I come inside?

R: Oh yeah sure sure

W: I have a proposition for you.

R: Do you like my live laugh love sign?

W: Why is life capitalized?

R: it's the most important one

W: Ha, living is the most important one, living Is above laughing and loving?

R: Yeah it's priority number one honestly I just look at it when I wanna know what to do.

W: ha, okay, look look my proposition to you, um (looking at the ranboo rug)

R: Yeah its um it's my nice little rug here

W: We, we will talk in the hallway, my promotion to you ranboo was, as I have a dream of being a culinary chef.

R: Oh really! Thats nice

W: I’ve been doing a lot of things on this server. You know? President, terrorist, dead.

R: yeah that's one of them

W: I feel like the next progression is chef. Every, you know the saying….

R: okay…

W: All musicians wanna be comedians, and all dead terrorist presidents wanna be chefs. So I decided I wanna be a chef.

R: Okay! Okay.

W: I want to be a chef for no other reason than I like cooking okay?

R: Cool!

W: All I need though, is I don’t have much to my name. I have a lot of stones, I have some TnT, I have some stone tools, and a rabbit's foot.

R: Oh okay.

W: But I don’t have the cows, I don’t have the fire aspect sword, and I thought if you wanted to we could um you could we could be business partners. I’ve got the real-estate. I’ve got a great location. It’s gonna be bustling, with people eventually, there’s gonna be people coming and going, hungry too! They’re gonna be coming and going, in and out and in and out and we’ll be here

R: Yeah…

W: And get the money! We will get the money Ranboo.

R: I mean yeah sure I’ve been needing something to do, I’m down for that. That would be cool.

W: Cool, cool come with me. I gotta show you the real-estate.

R: I’m actually really glad

W: I see this as the blooming of a brilliant business relationship or a business partnership. Have you heard of Las Nevadas?

R: ohhh… yeah, yeah I remember I had an old, old cookie stand there awhile back that we just decided to abandon because it was just.. it was more just trouble.

W: A cookie stand?

R: It was more trouble than it was honestly worth.

W: Wait, you tried? You had a cookie stand?

R: I mean yeah….

W: Outside of Las Nevadas? So you did the cooking?

R: Yeah it was a little, yeah

W: Outside of Las Nevadas?

R: Yeah but then, but then, he the guy Quackity, he got all up in arms about it and everything because we decided to expand a little bit and then we just decided it was, it was too much troubles so then we kinda just, we kinda just left it so

W: So he didn't like it? He didn't like your selling of a cookie stand?

R: Yeah he didn't like it all too much. I don’t, I don’t know what it was but like it was just eh it was just more dumb conflict but eh ti was whwatever.

W: Well that's fine, that's fine because we’re Ranboo we’re not gonna annoy quackity… we can’t annoy him because we are simply put, gonna be making, I got the real-estate and he gave me the area and we are going to be making a competing business.

R: okay…

W: Because competition makes business flourish, the consumer.. Do you like the consumer? You’re a bit- a big fan of the consumer ranboo?

R: Yeah yeah, I consume things from time to time

W: Look Ranboo the consumer, the consumer is the one who does well when there is um conflict and competition right?

R: Yeah that makes sense

W: So what I want to do is make competition right? So I want to make competition so when Las Nevadas fully opens up and you can go gambling and stuff I want to make it so that people have options so people don't just have to eat at las Nevadas grills and such. So if they want they can come to our grill,

R: Yeah that's good

W: and the difference is that is that we will make our grill better than theirs and we will make lots of money and then quackity will be able to you know maybe have to make a deal with us and to maybe be our friend and and

R: But we are gonna do this respectfully right? We are gonna do something smaller and everything right?

W: Yeah I have the land and we can make it small and honestly there’s no reason for us to go further out then we need to because you know we got the location. So have you ever been in Las Nevadas or gambling Ranboo?

R: Well no, no one has actually been there when I’ve been there.

W: It’s very fun, gambling is very fun.

R: Ah

W: Gambling is what I would argue like the only reason to go to this Las Nevadas place, I mean there’s nothing else to do there

R: Okay…

W: Its like its ll that happens you know

R: Yeah just gambling

W: There's a strip club there Ranboo

R: OH yeah! For logs

W: You- you into strippers?

R: Um I mean all it just does is make the wood look different so it doesn’t really do much

W: It does make the wood look different. You’re right, you’re right Ranboo. Would you say you like Quackity? Sorry I’m really bombing you with questions right now - eh I just wanna, I want to pick your brain. I wanna know how Ranboo works.

R: Hmm no its okay its okay. I’m completely okay with it, yeah. Um I think that I, hes, I mean the thing is I just haven't seen him in so like long you know the last interaction with him I had was before the stuff that happened with everything else it's just kind of been I don't know, we were part of the same cabinet with New Lmanburg or whatever it was.

W: Cabniet…

R: Yeah Canbiet it was like…

W: A canbiet? Was this with Tubbo…?

R: Yeah yeah he had like me, Fundy, I was the minutes man and I wrote stuff down well they never checked my notes so I don’t know how useful my job was honestly. I don't know if they actually needed me but I was there.

W: Yeah yeah I know that. I know that feeling.

R: Yeah

W: So you were part of the old Lmaburg government? I didn’t know that actually.

R: Yeah, yeah

W: I thought you were a bit of an independent. I thought you were you know… so you would say you are friends with Quackity?

R: I mean yeah.. I mean I’m not really TOO much against him, but I mean yeah

W: Do you dislike anyone Ranboo?

R: Not.. too much I dont think. I mean there are other people I don't agree with of course but I think everyones just a product of what they have gone through and everything so if you understand that then you understand that, then you understand the person.

W: But don’t you think there’s sometimes allying yourself with everyone you know, it can actually make your life more complicated, more complex, more difficult…. more…

R: Yeah….. which is why I’ve kinda just went to live with Techno and Phil kind of away from everything. And try not to involve myself in that much. But then I just have a terrible radar of what is involving myself and what isn't so.

W: Right..

R: It's difficult sometimes.

W: It sounds like you set yourself up for a bit of a stressful, stressful life… So you don’t dislike anyone?

R: Yeah…

W: What about Dream?

R: Ummm yeah Well that's that. With Dream it's kind of like, all I’ve, all I’ve heard about Dream, all I’ve seen about Dream is just been the really bad things that he's done and everything so I would say I- I yeah I don’t really like Dream, but I mean he's also not really someone that it matters whether or not I like him because he's away in that prison for a very long time, so I mean, yeah.

W: With no trail.

R: Well I mean.. he… its

W: This is our competition Ranboo!

R: Oh!

W: Here's the competition

R: Okay. No ones really been here I dont think…

W: Can you even buy anything?

R: I don’t think they have half, half doors… they have

W: Smokers, Furnaces, they don't, it's just nothing

R: Huh.

W: It doesn't benefit the consumer Ranboo does it? Imagine you come here gambling.. First off the fucking door is shut

R: Mhm

W: Wait there’s a hole…

R: ohh… uh? that's interesting. I haven't been here in awhile, I just haven't been outside in awhile honestly.

W: Are we allowed… in?

R: I dont… I dont know.

W: It looks like crap Ranboo. Don't bother, it looks awful.

R: Oh, oh okay. Okay.

W: The point is this does not benefit the consumer right? This building does not benefit the consumer, it's just made to look pretty and make the consumer feel like.. lee do a test. I can promise you me ol, or should I say new pal, that this sign, I guarantee will not go. That will be here forever and that will never leave. (Signs that say “closed forever” “Quackity burger place is crap” “Go behind this building to better burgers'')

R: It's.. I don't know if abandoned is the right word, I don't know what you call it.

W: There we go, I guarantee these signs will stay there because they don’t care about the customer. They only care about looking cool and ooh ooh we got a restaurant, no they dont.

R: Yeah no one is really keeping it up.

W: Let me show you the real-estate. This is the best part, so come with me. Bah bum ba bum bum bum bum ba Oh ranboo, do you see the cock ranboo?

R: Oh that's what that is? I thought it was a clock actually

W: See that cock?

R: Yeah I see it.

W: That's our border. Well, technically, this wood is our border. This area.

R: Okay.

W: This area is ours. I’ve been trying to think of a name for it.

R: Hmm

W: I’m thinking about Paradise.

R: Paradice…

W: How’d you think about Paradise Ranboo?

R: Well I mean it could be good word play with the whole gambling thing.. pair of dice.

W: That is good.. you, you really are a smart cookie, a smart kind of guy.

R: Thank you!

W: Well, this is where I’ve been sort of working. So this is sort of where Tommy and I have been working. Tommy sadly couldn’t be here to help me, and um let me show you where I think we should make the burger van.

R: okay

W: Well I think it should be, it's to be close to the border so that people can access it and then get straight back to gambling. The customer, the customer, is happy, the customer gets their burgers and then goes straight back to gambling. How about we build it here, right here.

R: Right here? Okay that works. So what do you have in mind, you seem to have a vision.

W: 1950s… burger, retro. Red and white stripes.

R: Red and White okay, I have Blue?

W:Blue…

R: I have blue.

W: I’m not a big fan of Blue.

R: oh okay well I don’t really know where to get a lot of red.

W: Flowers… I can get you red. Ranboo you seem to be proficient, you can start building the van I’ll be back.

R: Alright..

W: Also, also give me your fire aspect, I’ll get the beef and then we can begin and we can get the bread.

R: okay uh here

W: Ran-orad, Ranaord? Ranord.

R: I name all my things with different puns. It's just Ran and sword

W: That's good, that's a good one, new friend, I like it. This isn't drawing any parallels to your cookie shop right? This is a completely different feeling?

R: yeah no the cookie shop I’m pretty sure, I don't even know if it was a cookie shop to begin with… because it was a little fortified if i'm entirely honest…

W: Fortified?

R: yeah did you not see like oh! That giant stone structure as you came in here and walked around

W: oH wait, that's a cookie shop?

R: Yeah

W: I thought it was like a, I thought it was like a palisade

R: no I mean tubbo told me it was for cookies but I’m thinking about it now..

W: oh tubbo.. tubbo.

R: I don’t think it was

W: See I like tubbo man, he's strong headed and he doesn't let people push him around.

R: Yeah yeah

W: Did you learn a lot? Did you learn a lot from him?

R: Maybe yeah, I also just, if people aren't willing to change their views or anything I find it unnecessary to mindlessly argue so.

W: So Ranboo you say this yet you show up in all the conflict. I’m not I’m not coming at you like judging you, I'm not one to talk about conflict.

R: Mhm mhm

W: But when I think of Ranboo I don't think of what a calm guy who’s neutral and stays out of everything, I don't think of Switzerland when I think of you ranboo, I think I think you're a bit more dynamic than that, why do you claim that you’re so peaceful and neutral and yet you appear in almost every conflict the server has had since I died.

R: I mean ah, that's because I’m bad at avoiding the thing that I don't like, which is, I don’t know it's it's weird. It's a weird situation that it's mostly my fault but I’ve been doing alright with it recently. I haven't been doing too much to anger people I don't think but I think it's just because I really want to help sometimes and sometimes I let my desire to help people get in the way of what I have previously said or previously claimed about myself.

W: Ranboo? Why did you come to help me?

R: Well because I think, well I need one I kind of need something to do and this is pretty fun, I like building little things and everything although they may not look too good and also I just think you can I think you are an alright person you know? So I kind of wanted to get off on a better foot from what happened before.

W: Why?

R: Just because I don't really like having the thought that people don't really like me.

W: No no not the bit about the right foot, why don’t you think I’m a bad person?

R: Well I mean I think you did bad things but you also went through things that made you that way and then I also think that you’re changed now. I mean if you ask me to talk to the older Wilbur before you died, for a little bit then yeah I would think you’re kind of not a good person.

But I think now you’ve apparently been away long enough, that I think if anyone goes away long enough for that long of a time that eventually they’ll have a thought of their morality, and everything and become a better person because of it. So, I'm hopeful. I’m hopeful. I like having a good amount of optimism.

W: Cool.. ah cool that's nice, thank you.

R: Yeah!

W: Uh, I think I needed to hear that, I’ve um, can I be real with you? Sorry Ranboo, you really got me. Fucking hell can I be real with you man?

R: Yeah sure.

W: I think I scare people.

R: I mean, yeah I do the same thing

W: No no, I mean I don't think I, I think a lot of people share your idea in trying to try… to keep me from hurting you know? They have seen what I can do and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.

Do you know I demolished his house and brutally ignored him? He fought for my country! And I ignored him. I didn't look at him. I didn't give him so much a medal, I didn't give him so much a rank, I gave him the lowest rank in the cabinet, and do you know what it took? Do you know what it took for him to forgive me? A “sorry” And I’ve, I’ve spoken to Tommy about Jack Manifold, and Jack Manifold is NOT the sort of person to forgive with a sorry.

Can you imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold? What has Dream done to Jack Manifold huh? Barely anything. I imagine if Dream said sorry to Jack Manifold, Jack Manifold would ignore him. Do you wanna know why? It’s because Dream is in prison, and I’m not. Dream! He's had his comeuppance and I’ve not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for these people, they are just waiting for the next thing, the next slip up and Ranboo I’m not gonna fucking slip up Ranboo. I’m different.

I’m not Dream, god I wish I was. Sometimes I wish I was. I wish I had that comeuppance. But Ranboo I’m not Dream and I’m not gonna be Dream and that's ahhh. I am living in eternal limbo again. I’ve been through limbo. I'm out of limbo and socially I’m still in limbo and man hearing you say those words that you said to me, do you remember what you said?

R: Yeah… I do?

W: You said “I think people can change” that's number one

R: Mhm

W: And number two you’re “scared if people don’t like you”

R: Yeah

W: I’ve been investing, I’ve been investing into the wrong areas Ranboo. I’ve been investing in the wrong people. Were kindred man, we get each other

R: Yeah, Yeah I’d say so.

W: We have SO much difference, but you know what the one thing we got incommon? Our strongest point? And you mustn't take offense to this, okay?

R:Okay..?

W: Neuroticism. Me and you are just as neurotic as each other. Just as nervous but the thing is it’s not our downfall you know? Anxiety isn't necessarily an evil trait to have. Anxiety is what kept our ancestors alive Ranboo.

R: Yeah

W: You? Me? Your Parents, whoever they may be, my parents, do you know how they’re alive? Because they were anxious. They didn't let another thing kill them, they didn't let another thing take them down. Our ancestors, the cavemen in the woods or the cave enderman, were anxious when they heard the lion roar; they were anxious when the wolf howled. And you know what they did? They went inside and they hid and that's what they did and that's why we are here today. Ranboo me and you are neurotic, and that's why we are alive..right now talking to each other and doing this.

R: Okay…… I really, I really do hope that's um a good thing.

W: Sorry, ha, that's uh that might have come across- I’m really sorry I meant um, I’ll go get you some more red.

R: No no I understand what you mean I think, we both are kind of thinkers I think well yeah, we tend to think about a lot of things. Think about a lot of situations and how people are affected by said situations. How we can make things better and although we may think in different ways the fact we both, I think we both think at the same level just in different ways sometimes.

W: I think you might be a bit braver than me and showing your true colors. I feel like, I feel like with you Ranboo I never have to guess your next move. I never have to guess your hand, you know?

R: Yeah

W: I feel like, I feel like life dealt us the same cards and the difference is you, you build your trust by showing people your cards whilst, I keep them close to my chest and I feel like that may be the difference. But I’m gonna stop psychoanalysing you so

R: heh

W: And let's… let's, Ranboo how’d you feel about thievery?

R: Oh uh ooh, what types? What do you-

W: I’m going to steal Las Nevadas cows to cook our burgers.

R: Oh oh okay?

W: And I’m not going to re-breed them. I am going to simply kill them.

R: Alright I mean, so you are? Are you gonna steal all of them? Or just

W: Nahh just enough so it's annoying ya know?

R: Okay um

W: Unless, how about this if this makes you feel a bit less uncomfortable about it how about if I steal all the cows unless they have a sign on them that says “these cows are property of las Nevadas” then I’ll leave them alone so unless they have an expressed sign that says “do not steal please” I’ll leave them alone. But if not… it seems like a good idea

R: Okay yeah

W: You’re really good a building vans

R: Oh thank you

W: I’m pretty good at building vans too.

R: Okay.

W: Okay I’ve got the steak.

R: Oh, nice

W: Pretty good, is that enough red for you?

R: I just need something to put the red on

W: Oh cool yeah, I can go find you some wool.

R: There could be some chests around. You know I found a full netherite block in one the other day?

W: Wait what?

R: There was just another netherite block in one of the chests, it was very interesting.

W: I’ve just restocked for us.

R: Ohh, nice I’ll put some of our building materials here. Oh wow, wait did you get, did you get all of them?

W: Yeah heh, pretty good yeah?

R: Oh geez.

….. [Talk about Minecraft mechanics]

W: So this is your cookie factory, your cookie shop, your giant fortress

R: Yeah you realize a lot now that it’s a giant fortress. Sometimes, sometimes I don’t realize things until they’re an afterthought.

W: How is Tubbo?

R: He's um, alright. I think he's doing pretty well.

W: What is he up to right now?

R: He's um he's just building around Snowchester you know? Not really doing-

W: Snowchester?

R: Oh you- don't know about snowchester? It’s basically just like this little- it used to have some people but then everyone just kind of went off on their own ways. It’s just like this little arctic area, a village he created.

W: A town?

R: Yeah basically!

W: So, Las Nevadas, Snowchester, - I thought Techno and Phil told me they were successful? Well just Phil I haven't spoken to Techno since, since, it happened.

R: Mhm Well it

W: Phil told me they were successful and there's no more nations and that there’s anarchy here.

R: Well it's not a nation it's literally just- it's literally just him.

W: What about this Kinoko Kingdom I keep reading about?

R: I have no idea. All they put down there was just signs and I havent heard anything about that honestly.

W: So there’s, there’s a lot going on Ranboo. What part do you play? Go on, You can't be THAT neutral, if you’re not a part of Kinoko Kingdom, then you must be a part of something.

R: I mean I guess you could say I’m a part of.. Snowchester a little bit? I think I’m mainly just um with Phil and Techno I’m pretty sure. It’s mainly, it's mainly just them and everything. Because that's pretty much where I’ve been living for awhile and all so.

W: And now the Paradise Burger Van.

R: And now the Burger Van I guess yeah.

W: Good, good! I’m coming back. Do you need more red or?

R: No, we got enough.

W: Then the final step is to name the burger and name the beef!

R: Name, name the beef?

W: Oh so another thing I wanted to do is to legitimize our burgers so it's not just stake right is to make a uh name for all our stakes so when they've had it you know our stake shop that they know this is our stake shop, and only the high grade beef. So we are all gonna name the burgers with an anvil and I wanted, I wanted to give them like versions and wanted to use an alt code so that no one could copy it. So it's like “hey you’ve got a volume one steak, burger steak” so people would come and it's sort of an NFT value to it. A bit of a you know, once you’ve had volume one of burgers then that's gone forever like versions, is this making sense? Are you following?

R: Yeah this is making sense, I’m following I think

W: Cool cool

R: Yeah

W: What do you think of calling the burger shop?

R: Hmm

W: I’m thinking of either Paradise or Wilburger?

R: Well Wilburger is funny

W: Wilburger is funny but it doesn't take into account the work you put in.

R: Hmm maybe paradise burgers might be good

W: What about Wilbooger?

R: Will- Wait a minute but then that means we have booger in it, and then they will make fun of it.

W: Yeah yeah, paradise burger has a meaning behind it. So like, you know paradise next to Las Nevadas. Have a think

R: Paradise…

W: Weeeeeeeeeeee, ding dong we got everything we need. Right, let me go to an anvil and think of a name. This has been good, this has been chill.

R: This has been nice

W: I feel like we are good business partners. I’m excited to show Tommy. What's your opinion on Tommy?

R: Oh he's great. Tommys awesome.

W: Agreed

R: Yeah. Definitely gone through a lot but I definitely think that has made him a good person.

W: Mmm yeah well you seem to think everyone going through something at least gives them some merit you said

R: Well I mean yeah. I mean if- if no one, the only really bad people are the ones who are just evil because, just because then they don't really have any reason why you know? Those are in my opinion the bad people.

W: Right

R: I don’t really think there’s that many bad people like that so yeah.

W: Let me find an alt code, I want to find a cool alt code for the Wilburger, let's go for a sunbeam

R: ooooh

W: This is sexy, what I've done. Here we go here we go The beef! The bread doesn't have to be named

R: yeah

W: It’s gonna be good. Here we go, here we go. Look at this!

R: Oooohhh thats cool

W: No ones copying that

R: Yeah especially the thing in the eye as well.

W: It's a watermark no one, no one can copy it now so we can sell those with one slice of bread on either side and that's our thing. That's our shtick.

R: Yeah I think thats good thats good

W: I think we are getting to the point Ranboo where we are almost done I mean I do have a question to ask you though

R: Yeah of course ask away.

W: Just gonna put the bread back. This is gonna be a make or break

R: Okay.

W: Come with me

R: Yeah

W: This really could be, could be a make or break. And what about the Wilburger Ran Van?

R: Oh thats good thats good

W: Cool cool, then we’ll have your name on as the co creator I won’t be ceo, I will be vice chairman of the wilburger ran-van corporation

R: Cool, awesome.

W: So here’s our completion ranboo you remember the signs?

R: Yeah? They are still there.

W: Yeah it's good innit? Ranboo I want you to smash the windows.

R: Smash the windows? Like how? How do you want me to do it?

W: Take this (gave ranboo a cobblestone block) hold it in your hand

R: Okay

W: Now break the window.

R: okay

W: More

R: Do more? Okay

W: A lot more

R: keep going? Oh uh oh

[Wilbur places down TNT in a corner of the competition restaurant]

R: Are you sure about that one?

W: Come here

R: Oh? Okay

W: You trust me alright?

R: Yeah?

W: Detonate that, its only in the corner to prove we are not fucking around

R: I mean it's just in the corner right and then it will, it will drop all the blocks

W: Yep

R: And then we can put it somewhere

W: We can put it in a chest next to it.

R: Okay.. ohh Careful! [Wilbur stood really close to the TNT so he took damage]

W: It’s alright

R: That was a little bit more than I thought

W: Picking up those blocks

R: Yep, I think we can just put them in the chests here I think.

W: Okay I’ll fill this in, you passed the test, good job man. You can go back to the van, I’ll be back there soon. Ranboo

R: Yeah?

W: I’m proud of you man. You, you’ve taken a side, you’ve proven you can choose a side and I’m proud of you.

R: Thank- Thank, thank you. I haven't-

W: You’ve got something to work for.

R: Yeah, yeah

W: I’ll see you around. I’m gonna head off after I fix this but you get to work on the Ranvan. See you soon.

R: Yeah I’ll get to work, see you soon, buh bye

W: see you soon man.

[Wilbur breaks one of the signs placed down from earlier then goes to the explosion site and writes a sign with the NFT symbol saying Wilbur + Ranboo Did this together and places a chest to put the exploded materials in a chest along with two diamonds]

W: ahh, I love that guy.

#wilbur soot #ranboo #ranvan #wilburger #philza #c!wilbur #dsmp transcript #transcript #dsmp #las nevadas #quackity #c!ranboo #c!philza #tubbo #this was fun #I also have this in a google doc just ask in my asks and ill post it

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"I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested by @potatothingsz

-> Hiii! I am a big fan of you honestlyyy eee i have read almost every blog of yours (mainly dracos-) anyway! I was wondering if you are open for requests rn? If not totally understand! But if you are tho i hope i can request one? Its a draco x reader one the story goes that draco is fighting with (whatever guy in hp) the reason is that the random guy basically have a crush on you (y/n is dating draco) then draco gets arrogant about it then y/n hears it then they fight cuz of things draco said!Gb!

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“And that’s how my parents met the headmaster of Ilvermorny School, all the way in America!” Pansy excitingly shared the news with you and Daphne by the Great Hall.

“How excellent, Pansy,” you said, interested in the conversation, “You should definitely tell your parents to bring you next time.”

“Oh my gosh,” Daphne said, sounding so surprised, “It’s only a week before holiday starts! Why don’t you ask them to spend the holidays with you over there? Wouldn’t an American holiday sound fantastic to you?”

“I second that,” you agreed, “Pansy, you would have the most exciting trip ever!”

Pansy liked the idea of spending the holidays in America, so she smiled, grinning as if it was a mischievous plan. “That is such a smart idea, who knows, I could return from the holiday’s with an American boyfriend!”

“You wish,” you teased, lightly nudging her shoulder.

Before Pansy could come back with a funny remark, Blaise bursted into the Great Hall, causing many eyes to look at him as he was running towards the three of you. He seemed terrified out of his life, as there was fear in his eyes, which was something you’ve barely seen from him. He was such a relaxed and reserved person most of the time, so acting like this without caring if people now paid attention to him was a first.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, huffing and puffing breath.

“What’s troubling you, Blaise?” you placed a hand on his hand, sounding deeply concerned.

He was still huffing and puffing when he said, “Malfoy. Fight. Outside. Now.”

It was like this new, uplifting energy came out of nowhere when you immediately stood up from the table and started dashing out of the Great Hall, along with your friends who followed behind.

There were so many thoughts madly entering your mind, swimming around and suggesting the most horrid reasons as to why Draco was involved in a fight. You were very much aware that he liked making dramatic debates and conversations with practically much everyone at school. But to make a huge scene that caused Blaise to briefly trouble you to stop what you were doing was something petrifying to experience.

Mindlessly, you made several turns around the castle, following Blaise, who had quickly followed your pace, guiding you to the crowd by the outskirts of the castle. It was by the balcony which gave a side perspective of the vast body of water which Viktor Krum and his school used to travel by ship.

It was about time when you were faced with your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, involving himself in a serious and intense magic and physical battle with Cormac McLaggen, a Gryffindor who was in the year above you.

They have seemed to be quite in focus with the fight, ignoring the crowd’s chants and cheers. Honestly, one thing to be quite disappointed in at some point were the people’s reactions and follow-ups when it came to witnessing fights. There were crowds that would stop and call for help, and there were crowds that would watch the fight as if it was pure entertainment.

You were given the crowd that would watch the fight as if it was pure entertainment, saldy.

Since there was so much going through your mind, without thinking, you jumped into the middle of the fight, hoping you wouldn’t be hit with a spell or a fist fight.

“Enough!” you yelled, raising both your hands to the side, for both opponents to see. They terrifyingly lowered their wands, looking around the crowd, agitated with the eyes around them.

Once they had your attention, you angrily heaved a breath out of your system, which resulted from the start of a massive headache. You heatedly walked to the side your boyfriend was standing by and threw out your hands hysterically.

“What the bloody hell is going on, Draco!”

He did not reply, as he remained silent. He began looking down at the ground with disappointment and struggle in his face, realizing the damage he had placed himself. He was breathing in and out, holding his wand tightly with such distress in his grip.

You absolutely did not have the luxury to receive more silent treatment from him, for you were enraged and impatient with the silence. You rolled your eyes with such fury, “Explain, dammit!”

From the other side of the paused, rather ended battle, Cormac showed a condoling facial expression, which made him slowly walk to the other side, where you and Draco were standing by. He placed a hand on your shoulder, which caused you to briskly turn around.

He then placed a hand on his chest and said, “I believe I am at fault, Y/N.” he suggested, “He must have overheard me telling my friends how I fancied you and got distressed about it. I should have tried to reason with him more because if I did, we wouldn’t have had this fight. I’m sorry.”

You felt pity for Cormac, which caused you to shake your head in disagreement. ‘No,’ you mouthed to him. Disappointed in Draco, you sighed with such upset in your voice that when you turned to him with such a let down on your face, you said, “Bloody hell, Draco, he was the slightest threat you have encountered in your life. You are a foolish person for wanting to start a fight which is considered by everyone with the right mind to be useless. Damn you, Draco.”

Draco stressly placed the palms of his hands on his temples, placing pressure on it, “Y/N, I saw him as a potential threat to our relationship. I thought showing him that you were mine would be able to keep him from destroying our relationship, what we have together!”

You disgracefully shook your head upon hearing the madness he called for an excuse. “Unbelievable, Draco.” You looked back to Cormac with a sympathetic look on your face, “First of all Cormac, you are not at fault here,” which he gave a small, hesitant nod as response.

Then you pathetically turned back to Draco, “As for you, Draco Malfoy, you are in every way in the wrong. You’re the one who destroyed our relationship. That was certainly not the way to show him that I was yours. This made me rethink if the need to do that was even necessary! How could you possibly see him as a threat when you know I’m in love with you? I guess this is a lesson in not trusting your significant other, right? Because it seems like I guess I’ve never been a trustworthy person, especially concerning what we have together.”

Draco rolled his head in frustration and annoyance. He scoffed, “Please, don’t say that Y/N, you’re making me seem like the bad person here.”

You scoffed back, but with much anger, “But you are,” you coldy replied. Without thinking, you announced, “Consider us on a break, Draco Malfoy. Don’t bother owling me during the holidays. It’ll be nothing but a waste of parchments on your end.”

Finished with the debate you had with Draco, you gracefully turned around and placed a hand on Cormac’s shoulder, “Very sorry, Cormac. I still hope you have a lovely holiday despite this.” With a small nod from the older boy, it was your cue.

You turned around, walking away from the scene without thinking of the glares and whispers surrounding you. They were nothing but an audience with no respect whatsoever. Gossip all they want, they’ve got the scoop anyways.

—

You walked among the glaring eyes around you, trying to find a suitable cart to occupy. Surely in most situations, you would be happy to sit anywhere. But many would be really uncomfortable to be sitting around the talk of the town, which meant that they couldn’t use you as a conversation starter while they commuted back to the platform.

Thank goodness for Pansy and Daphne, who you found, securing you an empty cart amidst many occupied and packed carts between yours.

“Hey, Y/N,” Pansy warmly greeted you, helping you place your bags up on the rack.

“I got it thanks,” you told her, pushing your bags with strength.

You plopped down, sitting between the two girls, who looked like they weren’t sure of what to talk about since the travel back to the platform would take awhile. Daphne was playing with her fingers, while Pansy was trying to get Daphne to look up and mouth a conversation.

These girls were the absolute worst in trying to make things discreet but they happened to be attempting to converse with you in the most normal way, without thinking of bringing up anything Draco related.

“Anytime this week would be lovely, girls.”

“Wh-what?” Pansy let out an exposed laugh, “What do you possibly mean, Y/N?”

“Come on,” you rolled your head, “Can’t think of making things normal without happening to mention or bring up Draco and my whole outburst in school?”

You checked the two girls, who were cheekily smiling with such guilt on their faces. You chuckled, standing up to move to the other side of the cart, to sit, facing in front of them.

“You two are the silliest,” you crossed your arms with a comfortable look on your face, “I’m not made out of glass, fools. Come on, the worst things could happen to me.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Daphne cooled down, sighing a relief, “We were just being extra concerned that’s all.”

“And of course…” Pansy seemed to have a hard time continuing the sentence for a second as she tilted her head, mumbling the name ‘Draco’, as she continued, “Most likely isn’t taking it well. We haven’t seen or checked up on him, just to let you know!” she promised, waving her arms out, hoping you wouldn’t bust.

Daphne nudged Pansy’s shoulder, looking at her with an angry look, “You said you wouldn’t mention him! The hell is wrong with you?”

“Me? She said it was alright!” Pansy revolted in annoyance.

“Take it easy, you two,” you warned them. “You two are making things even more weird, and I’m just sitting here telling you not to look at me as fragile!”

“Right, sorry,” they both said embarrassingly.

“I just want to let you two know that this whole holiday of mine will be definitely a time for me to invigorate and rejuvenate on my everyday perspectives. I do not know what my parents have in store for this holiday but either way, I am going to throw this whole year away and focus on building for next year, especially when we come back from holiday.”

“That’s brilliant, Y/N! How magnificent, we will definitely be there to support you through owling you every day.”

You sorrily tilted your head with an open mouth, “Well I’m going to have to ask you the same I warned Draco about.”

“You’re saving us from wasting parchment.”

“I’m sorry, I just think, in order to focus on fixing myself, I-”

“Hey,” Pansy said, as both her and Daphne switched to the other side to sit beside you, “We get it, Y/N and we cannot wait to see you once the break ends.”

“One last group hug before we go our separate ways for a little while?”

In the cart that Draco occupied, it was a whole different energy.

During the first part of the ride back to the platform, Draco did not care about searching for an empty cart, or relying on friends. All he did was present a short, cold glare in front of first years, who willingly stood up and rushed out, forgetting that they were about to give away their seats to a couple of older Slytherins.

“Slow gits,” Draco muttered, swimming in his way into the cart as he threw his bag up into the rack without care and depressingly jumped on the seat by the view, which he used to ponder and stare with such a sigh coming from his mouth.

“Chill down mate,” Blaise had the guts, kindly warning his friend, who he sat beside.

Blaise was surprised when Draco calmly replied with, “Whatever, Zabini. I’m calm.”

Given this, he decided to take the advantage and reason out with him. He moved around his seat, trying to shift somewhat nearer to him. “You clearly aren’t. I reckon it’s going to rain over your whole holiday at home.”

“It won’t.” Draco gritted his teeth.

Blaise clasped his hands, shaking his head once, “How do you personally feel about the whole situation, mate?”

Draco looked at him with sore eyes and quickly jumped and leaned exaggeratingly, “Me? Personally? I-” then he turned his body around, facing the entire wall with the window, “Forget it. I don’t have time for this girl-talk.”

There was a small suggestion of fear in your mind because there was always a possibility of bumping into Draco thanks to the many gatherings your parents were invited to. It would have been extremely discomposing to see the boy you had called ‘breaks’ on before the holiday started. It would make things more complicated to remember that there were more adults than children in these parties, making it more difficult to find people to converse with.

Luckily, your parents surprisingly cancelled their parties, wanting to spend time with you more. They weren’t cruel or always self-centered, but they were very social when it came to gatherings and mingling with other wizards. So, hearing about this really felt like Merlin was on your side this year.

With the opportunity to tune out from the outside world, staying at home really made things easier to recollect yourself in these struggling times.

There was absolutely no distraction from anyone, giving you time to think about Draco.

It may have been advantageous to give yourself a break from the relationship. Draco, as you obviously know, can be very outspoken. He is the kind of person who wouldn’t be scared to speak up and share his thoughts in any way possible.

He was a head-strong person, the kind of guy that would really go out of his way to execute whatever he felt like doing.

What he did for you was… out of hand yes, but when you think about it, he was thinking about you. As a person who isn’t afraid of fighting for honor and the truth, he just couldn’t help himself and protect your relationship.

Maybe he could have thought things through and settled his issue with Cormac in a more lighter attempt, but if you step into his shoes, you were being Draco Malfoy. He did not want to use the luxury of time and think things through. He was the person who would do it before thinking.

Plus, he may or may not have anger issues, especially when it came to other boys concerning you. A simple talk about you behind his back would really be an issue for him. The least mess he can do is brag about you if they decided to talk about you when he’s nearby.

Huh, you actually chuckled at that last thought. Whether what Draco did was right or wrong, he did love you and what he did was for you. Maybe you were a bit harsh on him, but that’s the thing, all of these trace back to love.

Maybe you thought that he didn’t trust you enough, maybe you were just blinded by so many things.

It was probably right to give Draco another chance when the holiday ended.

When it did, you had a clear conscience as you were making your way back into one of your favorite places: The Slytherin Common Room. Nothing felt like home than going back to the best common room ever. The weather was still cool, so being around the fireplace was a great idea to warm up.

Someone had already beaten you to it, though. Walking past with your luggage, your eyes darted towards a platinum blonde hair, resting by the cushions of the sofa by the fireplace. Being curious, you slowly brought your luggage with you, calmly walking towards the sofa. You peeked in, seeing a sleeping Draco Malfoy.

He seemed to look extremely comfortable with himself. He was wearing a green jumper with a cup of hot chocolate by the coffee table. Had he stayed here all along throughout the holiday?

To answer your question, Draco’s eyes suddenly fluttered open. His grey eyes were looking at the ceiling for a minute. Still standing there, his eyes now moved towards you. You could see the extreme tiredness in his eyes. A lot could be said by his eyes, aside from tiredness.

There were dark circles surrounding his eyes. They could be as dark as half-wahed eyeliner kind of dark. It was awful, he must have shed bitter tears that went on for hours. You could see a hint of pink in his eyes, meaning he did recently cry.

The two of you had a staring contest, as Draco continued looking at you, but as if you were just a dream. You could tell by the way his eyes were narrow, looking half-asleep. You decided that it was time to break the staring contest and be the first to take action.

To test if he was half-asleep, you dropped your luggage, creating a big ‘thug’ sound, and moved around the sofa, to which he responded by having his eyes follow you. You made your final stop when you stood in front of the ends of the sofa, where his feet were dangling off.

To your surprise, he lifted his feet, wanting you to sit on the sofa. You didn’t want to keep him waiting, so you quickly sat yourself on the sofa, having his feet, covered in green and red socks rest on your lap. Your eyes moved from the color of his socks to his grey eyes, as he was still looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, placing a hand on his ankle. You held on his ankle, tightening your grip as you looked at him with sympathy. You looked down immediately, feeling embarrassed and uneasy.

Draco sat up rapidly, removing his feet from your lap as he decided to place himself sitting beside you. His lower body was facing the fireplace, but his upper body was twisted, looking at you with full attention.

He placed his finger on your chin, causing you to look at his worn-out, grey eyes. “No,” he shook his head, “Merlin knows that it should be me saying that. You know that.”

His soft, post-crying voice wanted to melt or shatter your heart, making you frown in front of him. “What I do know is that I went too far in scolding you. It was wrong of me.”

“The amount of scolding was enough for me to realize the immature actions and misfortunes that I have caused. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to realize how much of a childish git I am.” He took your hands slowly, bringing them to him with such a feeling in his heart. “I can’t ask you to forgive me because I’m embarrassed of myself. You deserve so much more than what I offer as a partner. Please do whatever you think is right for yourself before hearts shatter even more.”

Your heart felt like dropping from the sky, collapsing in a pool full of sorrow after hearing those words come out of Draco’s mouth. Was he allowing you to break up with him? What could he possibly mean? There was absolutely no way he could let you do that. He was being out of his mind.

You let go of him holding your hands, to which his eyes widened to, only for you to wrap yourself around him, tightly and strongly embracing him with such love in your body. “Are you out of your mind? We can get through this, Draco. Leaving you after this would show that our love for each other would never be strong as I hoped to imagine. I’m staying with you because we have so much in store for each other. This is merely a minor bump in this journey you and I walk on.”

You could feel Draco let out a small sob from his eyes as he hugged you back, trying to squeeze and restrain himself from continuing to cry even more. “I love you.” was what he tried muttering without sounding like he was going to break down.

You nodded, wanting to join his crying session should he stop holding himself from. “I love you more than you know it.”

He slowly pulled himself from you, looking away from you. He stood up, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s the matter?”

“I know you said I’d be wasting parchments,” he replied, removing something from his sling bag, which was by the other end of the sofa, “But I wrote you letters that I ended up keeping during the holiday.”

He brought back with him a thick load of envelopes, ribboned with a green ribbon. He looked at you with a warm smile and handed it to you, “I give you the honor of burning it.”

You scoffed, “Burn it? I’d love to see what you were yearning for while you wrote this.” you teased him.

Draco felt a hint of embarrassment in his eyes as he tried grabbing it back from you. You sneakily pulled it away from him, “Uh, uh, uh” you waved your finger.

Draco smirked, jumping on you as he continued to attempt getting the letters from you. This caused the both of you to fall from the sofa and the day continued as the two of you fought on the ground, trying to play like childish children, ignoring the other students arriving in the common room.

Looks like news would spread that love is in the air again as the power couple is back on track with their relationship.

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more-stuff-of-pi · 4 years

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Believe Because He is Good

a/n: I’ve been thinking of writing something like this and I read these beauties by @volleychumps and was inspired to just write out what was in my head. This is very much a self-comfort fic regarding my personal experience, ofc featuring my og hq mans :)

notes: y/e/n = your ex’s name. requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!reader | genre: angst (w/happy ending) | warnings: asshole exes, implied past abuse (emotional, manipulation, slight physical), implied panic/anxiety attack | word count: 2,395

Balls were bouncing off the court, slapping the wood as Karasuno wound down, practicing serves. Even Noya tried his hand at serving, the ball smacking into the net. Tanaka laughed at Noya, ceasing when a volleyball knocked into his head. The culprit, Hinata, squeaked as Tanaka scrambled after him, Noya roaring with laughter all the while, gripping Asahi’s arm as he in turn knitted his brows together. Tsukishima rolled his eyes as Yamaguchi hid a giggle behind a hand.

Despite the chaos of Karasuno, an immense feeling of pure joy washed over you as you stood in the doorway of the gym. Nothing felt quite like seeing the team together. Their bond and their energy always lifted your spirits. And, of course, the handsome captain was the cherry on top.

“Great work today, guys!” Daichi called out to his team, signalling that practice was well over. They started to casually saunter over, Suga coming to take his place as vice next to his captain. “We’ve got a practice -- Nishinoya, Tanaka, shut it -- we’ve got a practice match next week, so I wanna see you all working hard to be ready. Shimizu and Yachi left early to run some errands for Sensei, so please do your best in cleaning up. Alright, get to it!” Daichi clapped, releasing the group to their chores.

As the group dwindled, you watched as Suga tapped Daichi’s arm and jutted his head in your direction. Confused, Daichi glanced towards you and instantly his face melted from slight exhaustion into absolute adoration. He bid goodbye to Suga who clapped him on the back with a mischievous grin in return, causing Daichi to cough.

You giggled, waving to Suga whose grin widened as he threw a peace sign up before turning to do his part in cleaning up. Daichi joined you at your place by the door, lightly touching a hand to your hip, leaning down to peck your lips in greeting.

“Hi, Y/n,” he welcomed warmly as he smoothly laced your hands together as if it were second nature.

“Hi yourself,” you replied. “Shimizu told me you’d need some help cleaning today.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Still, you didn’t have to come.”

“No,” you agreed, entertaining a wicked grin, “but I heard the captain of this team was really hot so I just had to come see for myself.”

Daichi grinned at your teasing. “Well, you should see the captain’s girlfriend. I heard that she’s a real looker.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, leaning in for another kiss which Daichi gladly gave. “So what can I help you with, Mr. Team Captain? Because with these boys you will most certainly need it.”

Daichi huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, you’re telling me.” He looked around, scanning the gym for a task you could take up. “Ah! You could take care of the water bottles, if you wouldn't mind.”

“Just dump them out, yeah?” Daichi nodded. “Seems simple enough. I’ll go do that and then when we’re done here we could go out for meat buns, maybe.”

“You struck another craving, haven’t you?”

“Your treat!” you teased in answer, snatching up the carton of bottles and escaping from the gym before Daichi could reply. Stepping out, you begin absentmindedly busying yourself with unscrewing the lids of each bottle as you make your way to the outdoor sinks. Focused on the task, you don’t notice the person in front of you until you’re crashing into them, effectively spilling the water you were on your way to empty. Well, that’s one way to do it.

“Oh, my gosh,” you crouched down, quickly picking up the bottles, “I am so so--”

“Hi, Y/n,” the boy said, looking down at you with a tight lipped smile. He was a year your junior and also your ex. You had broken up with him at the beginning of summer vacation but had fortunately not seen him since, even through several months into the school year. You had foolishly hoped that your luck would continue and you would miraculously not ever see him again. But he was also a student at Karasuno and shared not only many of your extracurricular interests but also a handful of friends, of whom were responsible for setting you two up in the first place. What they didn’t know is that they were setting you up for disaster.

The relationship had started with no base friendship or really any genuine knowledge of the other besides the words of others from the grape vine. In retrospect, it was a plain bad idea. You two had fun at first but soon into your relationship, your boyfriend had begun pressuring you. He started with little things, subtly manipulating you until it was hard for you to recognize what your own boundaries genuinely were, as blurry as he made the lines. He was cunning and cornered you into situations you didn’t want to be in as easily as he could talk. He never complimented you, never made an effort for you, never validated you. Normally, you would stand up for yourself, speak out against this mistreatment, but something about him made you weak. And not in that head over heels kinda weak. The type of weak that drained you, that made you doubt yourself where you wouldn’t have before, that twisted your own strengths to look like hindrances.

It seems that even after months apart, he still had that same, nauseating effect on you.

“Hi, Y/e/n.” You forced a pretty smile, trying your best to stay polite and to ignore all of the sudden flowing emotions, not wanting to admit to him -- nor yourself -- that the damage he had done was still raw. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“Still ever the clutz,” he laughed, something cruel and mocking.

You grit your teeth, smile impossibly tight. Whatever semblance of sanity you had left pleading for you to remain polite. “I’m sorry. Now if you’ll excuse me--”

He abruptly put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Where’re you heading?” The thinly coated politeness was easy to see through when you had suffered through the consequences of believing it.

“To rinse these.” You lifted the carton of now mostly empty water bottles. You went to move past him and tried to brush off his hand, but it only tightened, his thumb painfully digging into the dip between your shoulder and your collarbone. You inhaled shapely at the resulting shock and pain.

The movement reminded you of other times he had done this subtle control, other times he had wanted you to just shut up and comply, other times he coerced you, forced you--

“Why don’t I accompany you, hm? It’s been awhile since we’ve had the opportunity to chat. Let’s catch up,” he said with a toothy smile that even his eyes carried. The familiarity of this compelled you to learned submissiveness, breaths desperately trying to claw their way from your throat. You tried to swallow them down, but they were clawing faster than you could handle.

“I have a job to do, Y/e/n.” Your voice sounded weak, even to your own ears. You weren’t fooling him.

His thumb dug even harder. “C’mon it’s the least you can do after purposely spilling that water all over me--”

“It was an accident--!”

He raised his other hand, going in to grab your arm -- to gain more control over you -- when someone caught his wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice said quietly, eerily so. Despite that, under its influence and familiarity, an intense calm washed over you, wrapping you in comfort and relief.

Turning, the image that greeted you of Daichi’s wrath was that of an angel of death, beautiful and fearsome in all of his glory. In his eyes he held enough heat to burn the ends of the earth. And it was all for you.

Your ex shook his wrist from Daichi’s grasp, trying to subtly shake it out. His grip on your shoulder loosened though he didn’t pull away. “I’m just catching up with an old… friend,” he spat, his polite veil thinly covering his malice.

“I’ve never known old friends to hurt each other in greeting.” Daichi was fuming, to say the least. Whatever you had against your ex, you were amazed at his sincere idiocracy. That, or his delusionment that he could genuinely stand level to Daichi.

“I wasn’t hurting her,” he sneered, “I was just saying hi.”

“You could do that without putting your hands on her. I suggest you take them off.”

Your ex snorted and glanced down at you, his hand squeezing reflexively. “Are you really just going to cower there and let him speak for you? You were always telling me what to do, I’m surprised you’re actually staying quiet.” You instinctively flinched away from him, tears threatening to sting your eyes. You knew he was wrong, that he was trying to hurt you, but that broken part of you couldn’t help but believe him.

Daichi, from the corner of his eyes, saw your distressed state, the sight causing his heart to lurch. In his eyes, you were absolutely incredible. So kind and giving and loving and it angered him to no end that anyone would be able to make you believe anything otherwise. He loved you, so incredibly much and he wanted nothing more than to protect you and keep loving you.

“Get off of me,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself that your ex no longer had any control over you.

Your ex smiled wickedly, finally taking his hand off. “There you go, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.”

“And all you had to do was leave,” Daichi seethed.

“Sorry?” Your ex asked lamely.

“You’ve had your stupid fun, now leave. I’m giving you five seconds.” You looked at Daichi and almost flinched away from the absolute hatred burning in his features. The fire that was there before had grown impossibly hotter.

He laughed. Your asshole ex actually laughed in Daichi's face. "And what will you do?"

"Stay longer than five seconds and find out." As much as Daichi was wonderful and patient and mature, if something really got him going, he threw that all out the window. And perhaps that was Daichi's one fault. That he would gladly abandon reason when it came to you.

"Really?"

"Daichi," you breathed, "he's not worth it."

"No," your boyfriend agreed, "he's not. But it would be so satisfying." Without warning, Daichi lunged and gripped the front of your ex's shirt, pulling the shorter boy roughly to be chest to chest with him. Your ex gulped audibly, his tough persona crumbling away far too easily at a single physical touch. Granted, an angry Daichi held all the fury in the world barely contained in a wall of muscle. Even the word intimidating would be too much of an understatement. "Don't you ever touch her again. Don't look at her, don't talk to her -- in fact, stay far away from her," he snarled, boiling over like an animal on the hunt. He threw your ex away from him. You watched as he stumbled, tripping over his own feet and landing harshly on his ass. Daichi took advantage of this, squatting down over him before leaning in and whispering, "your five seconds are long gone. You can either leave or stay and find out what I can do."

Your ex glanced between you and Daichi, defiance somehow still lingering in his features. Seeing Daichi, though, had given you some courage and confidence as being around him often did. You believed in yourself again, just enough to look your ex in the eyes.

"Goodbye, Y/e/n."

He scrambled from his place on the ground (where he surely belonged, you thought bitterly) and disappeared from sight. You gasped for air, relieved he was gone, the anxiety that threatened to overtake you flooding from your body.

Daichi immediately turned to you, worry and love replacing the wrath in his eyes. "Can I hold you?"

"Please," you gasped, tears that rarely ever came already spilling silently down your cheeks.

With your permission, Daichi rushed from his crouch, pulling you gently to him as his hand came up to card through your hair. You clung onto him, holding him impossibly closer as you sobbed into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, pushing hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, revelling in the love and comfort he provided.

"I love you, Y/n," he said as you lifted your gaze to meet his searching one, "I love you so much. I'm sorry you ever had to deal with that but… but I'm so glad that I'm here with you."

"I'm glad you're here with me, too," you sniffled, wiping at your face. "Where's everyone else?"

"Gone," he replied and you noticed for the first time that he was already changed out of his gym clothes. Just behind you was his discarded bag. "Suga and Asahi went on ahead. I thought it was odd that you didn't ever come back in so I came to check on you."

"I'm glad you did."

Daichi smiled softly. "I am too."

"I'm sorry you had to step in. I don't know why I couldn't handle it, I usually can it's just-- he--"

"Hey, hey," he lifted his other hand to your face, holding you as he gently coaxed you to look at him, "you have nothing to be sorry for."

"But--"

"No buts. You did a great job. You can't just erase what he did to you or how he made you feel. You're allowed to react the way you did, Y/n. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

Daichi smiled warmly. "Good. Now how about we put those bottles away and we go out for meat buns."

"Your treat?"

Daichi laughed, the sweet sound bringing a smile to your lips. "Yeah, my treat." He laced his fingers through yours, still grinning.

"Daichi?"

"Hm?" he hummed.

"Thank you. I love you."

His smile softened as he leaned down, kissing you softly. "I love you too, Y/n."

And because it was him, because Daichi was so kind and charming and good, you truly believed him.

taglist: @samwrights (ily mom)

#sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sawamura daichi #daichi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #thanks for letting me tag you in my stuff mom ahhhhhhh #this is the definition of a self-comfort fic #it was really cathartic for me to write!#sorry if it went too hard for anyone yikes #tw: abuse #believe because he is good

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dripkingpetey · 3 years

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proposing in christmas-e.pettersson

a/n:this is a repost of a fic I posted awhile ago, I know its no longer even close to christmas but I accidentally deleted it and people asked for me to repost it so here it is!

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Christmas was your favourite time of the year, Elias on the other hand? Not so much.

It had been snowing lots in Vancouver which was uncommon since the massive amount of snow would usually start in January but you enjoyed the snow around Vancouver since it put you in a holiday mood. Elias had just finished their last home game before they got a Christmas break, the both of you decided to just stay in Vancouver this year because neither of you wanted to go through the stressful holiday traveling.

“Hey hey, don’t call me the grinch because I don’t want to bake Christmas cookies.” Elias laughed while responding to you trying to drag him into the kitchen so you guys could go make cookies and do a bunch of Christmas things. “Pleaseee? At least hangout in the kitchen with me while I do stuff.” You tried to persuade him by sitting on his lap and giving him light pecks on the cheek. Elias groaned knowing that you had convinced him as you got up and dragged him into the kitchen. “Here try this,” You passed a mug of hot chocolate with a splash of eggnog across the kitchen island to your boyfriend who was looking at you in amusement as you were getting all of the ingredients for your favourite holiday cookie recipe that you only allow yourself to make during the holidays or else it won’t be ‘special’. “You’re really cute you know that?” Elias chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist and left kisses along your jawline as you felt your body melt under his touch. “Elias, as much as I love you I have to finish up these cookies and put them in the oven babe.” Elias mumbled something to himself while pulling away from you and sitting back down on the island stool. You shot and apologetic smile and spoke quietly. “I’ll make it up to you later I promise, there’s a surprise for you.” You winked knowing that would be on his mind for the rest of the day.

“Brock wants to go out for a couple of drinks, do you want to come with us?” Elias asked you as he was shutting his game off, getting ready to go out. “I would love to join you guys but I have to finish doing the last bit of my christmas shopping.” You sighed putting your hair up into a low ponytail and threw Elias’s crewneck on with a simple pair of black leggings. “No problem, I’ll be home in a little bit and I won’t get too drunk I promise.” He kissed you on the cheek followed with a chuckle after his sentence. “Drunk Brock and drunk Elias is never a good pair.”

Elias lied to you, he wasn’t actually going out for drinks at the bar. Sure, he was with Brock but for a different reason, they had gone downtown to a fancy jewelry store and Elias was looking at engagement rings. “I still think you should get this one.” Brock suggested at the ring Elias has been looking at for the past month, Elias wants this to be special and perfect for the both of you but he’s also scared he’ll mess up. “Yeah, I think I’m going to get it today.” Elias grinned at Brock as he got someone to help him with the ring.

You were laying down on the couch when Elias walked through the door and greeted you with a grin as he laid down right on top of you. “You're extra cuddly today aren’t you,” You giggled, running your fingers through his blonde hair and scratching his back softly. “You said there was a surprise for me?” Elias questioned with a smirk which made you laugh immediately. “Yes there is, but cuddling is much better in my opinion.” “Nope, c’mon I want to see your so-called ‘surprise’.” Elias picked you up bridal style and brought you to the bedroom.

It was a couple days away from Christmas, Elias suggested that you guys go for a walk to a beautiful waterfall he saw online.

“This is beautiful,” You smiled at Elias as you guys reached the end of your walk, it didn’t take long but it was definitely worth it. “Not as beautiful as you,” Elias said which made you laugh. “You’re cheesy,”

Before you knew it, Elias got down on one knee right beside you and started speaking. “Y/n, there really is no one I’d rather be with beside you. You’ve made my life so much better just by being in it and I really want to spend every moment with you. Will you please marry me?” You couldn’t believe those words were coming out of Elias’s mouth, sure you guys talked about the future but you weren’t sure if he was going to do anything that fast. “Yes, yes I will.” You grinned before kissing him and Elias slipped the ring on your finger. “I love you,” You whispered under your breath since your face was so close to his.

“I think you’re more engaged to the ring than you are to me,” Elias chuckled, picking up his clothes from the floor, watching you stare at the ring. “Sorry, it’s just so beautiful.” Unwanting to look away from the ring your eyes met Elias’s. “I’m glad you love it.” He smiled and laid his head onto your chest. “Yes, but I will always love you more Elias.” You kissed the top of his head and played with his hair for the rest of the night.

It was around two in the morning when you couldn’t stop pacing around the apartment, you’d been feeling pretty sick in the mornings and you realized that your period was late. “Holy fuck this cannot be happening right now,” You sighed, sitting down and trying to make yourself drink a cup of water. You were mumbling to yourself when a sleepy Elias emerged from your bedroom door in his sweats and sat down next to you. “What are you doing out here this late älskling?” You sighed at Elias’s words and let him wrap his arms around you. “I think I’m pregnant.” You spoke quietly, scared of what his response was going to be. “Really?!” Elias smiled with excitement as a wave of relief rushed through your body and you smiled back at him. “Don’t get your hopes up too high, I don’t know yet. I still have to take a pregnancy test to make sure.” You warned Elias and he immediately jumped up and grabbed his keys. “I’m on my way to the store, you wait right here.” You laughed at his silliness and relaxed on the couch waiting for him, as you scrolled through your phone.

Elias held you from behind as you slowly turned the pregnancy test over to reveal the results. “I’m scared.” You mumbled looking at Elias and he rubbed your lower back to reassure you. You nodded before turning your attention back to the test and there it was, two bright red lines signalling you were pregnant. Elias hugged you tightly and gave you a kiss. “Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re having a baby together.” Elias kissed your stomach before kissing your lips again. “Me either babe,” You smiled giving him a hug before heading back into bed with him. “Oh gosh, it’s already Christmas.” You realized that and mentioned it to Elias as you slowly fell asleep. “Yeah, best Christmas gift ever.” Elias said in a deep swedish accent and chuckled while put his hand over your stomach.

It had been two years since all of that happened, you and Elias just so happened to stay in Vancouver for Christmas again. But this time with your baby boy Toby, he was now over a year old and basically a mini Elias. “Stop it come here!” Elias whispered to the crazy blonde toddler jumping around the bed. “We don’t want to wake mommy up,” You heard him say quietly as he picked Toby up. “Morning boys.” You smiled, looking at them as Elias sat back down on the bed. “Morning momma!” Toby exclaimed, jumping from Elias’s arms into your for a hug. “Hi baby,” You giggled, sitting up and hugging him back while rubbing your hand against his tiny back. “Sorry, I just wanted to make you guys breakfast before you woke up but Toby wanted to snuggle.”

“Its okay, I would love some breakfast from you though.” You smiled as Elias got up and went to go make breakfast.

#elias pettersson #vancouver canucks #canucks #hockey #nhl #fic #elias pettersson imagine #elias pettersson x reader #vancouver canucks x reader #nhl canucks #canucks hockey #vancouver canucks imagine #nhl fic #nhl hockey #nhl imagine

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agentwhiskeysdarlin · 3 years

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12 Days of Christmas with Jack: Day 1

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x OC (kind of, written in second person though)

Rating: PG (general rating for the whole series)

Warnings: FLUFF the whole series is fluff, brief mentions of family passing

Word Count: 1,589 (this was suppose to be a drabble series y’all)

Author’s Notes:*cracks knuckles* here comes a hella long note section to start this off with. My lovely friend, Charlotte ( @clint-aww-no-barton ) and myself came up with this little series idea. I promised myself if I ever did a longer series I would not do it as a reader name insert so I came with with an OC kind of. Legit just has a name. I did try to make it more gender neutral but it may lead slightly more a female. Most things I tried to keep in mind or not add in so everyone could read it and enjoy it, plus it was a lot easier to write out with a name inserted. This series will be posted over the next 12 days with the last day posted on Christmas Eve. I am serious pray to the writer gods I can keep trucking it to get it completed for all of you. The beginning of some days may not have all this mess before it, I’m not sure how I will go about that yet but gosh I hope all of you enjoy this. It has been fun (and stressful cause its me let's be real). Charlotte thank you for putting up with me during all this and already thank you for putting up with me in the future. I am going to put this in its own masterlist under Jack’s name so you will click on it and it will take you to another one with all the parts. I will also link the previous part because it will have a connection throughout. Now that I typed another story I hope you all enjoy!!

Series Summary: Agent Jack Whiskey Daniels of Statesman agency has not been a fan of Christmas for a long time. Ever since the day he lost his wife and unborn baby the holiday always left him alone and cold. His coworker Ryder finds this out and is determined to make him fall in love with the holiday again. Follow Ryder as they set up different holiday activities to bring the Christmas spirit back to Jack’s life. Will feelings blossom? Will Christmas end up being Jack’s favorite holiday after all?

“Wait you’re telling me Jack doesn’t celebrate Christmas at all?!” You stared in shock at Ginger who sat across the break table from you.

“Hasn’t for awhile as far as we all know. He has no family to spend it with so he either goes off somewhere tropical or covers Statesman for emergencies so we can spend time with our families. We have all tried to invite him to things but he won’t have it,” she shrugged her eyes full of sadness as she spoke.

“That’s so sad. Someone needs to revamp his Christmas spirit,” a smirk played on your lips and Ginger stopped chewing to look up at you.

“I mean you can try Ryder but I don’t know if he is going to take to it.”

“Oh he will. I’m going to make sure of it. That man deserves to have a good Christmas and I’m going to make damn sure he does,” you smacked the table under you lightly.

Ginger let out a laugh at your determination.

“I wish you all the luck.”

You gave her a smile and continued your lunch. When you were finished you went back to your desk to work on some more paperwork for Tequila. You had been working for Statesman for a few years now as a secretary. You helped the agents with the paperwork and the rest of the desk work some of them couldn’t sit still long enough to do. You loved your job. They were all incredibly sweet to you and treated you like one of the family. Jack and yourself especially had taken a liking to one another right off the bat. Constantly flirting and finding excuses to be together or hang out but as Christmas grew closer you noticed a slight change in the usually perky cowboy. You had finally broke down and asked Ginger about it exposing Jack’s distaste for the holiday season. You understood completely and didn’t want to overly push the ordeal on him but you wanted to at least try to bring his spirits up. You sat a notepad in your reach so when a thought ran across your mind you could jot it down. After the day came to a close you had twelve ideas to bring Jack’s Christmas spirit back and you were going to give all twelve a shot.

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There was two solid rings before his southern drawl interrupted the third one, a smooth hello making you smile slightly.

“Hey Jack. Are you busy today?” You asked cautiously.

“Not a thing darlin’ what’s wrong?”

“Weeeell there is a leak and I’m not sure where it is coming from or how to even fix it.”

“I’ll be right over alright,” Jack was urgent with his words and you could already hear him getting up and moving around.

“Thank you so much Jack it sure would be a big help,” you tried to hide the smirk in your voice.

“It ain’t no problem darlin’ see you in just a few.”

You spoke your goodbyes before hanging up and glanced over your apartment. Everything was already set up for your little plan for the day. You almost felt bad lying to Jack but you weren’t sure if he would come over if you told him the truth of your plans for the day.

Your normal all out Christmas decorations were out and soft Christmas music played from a bluetooth speaker in the kitchen which was already set up as well. You thought Christmas cookies would be something small and simple you could ease Jack into this little plan you had for him. You were just finishing up getting things out and tying an apron around you when there was a knock on the door. You smiled before hurrying to the door and opening it. Jack stood there in casual wear but still topped off with a cowboy hat, his toolbox in hand. His eyebrows knitted together at the sight of you.

“Okay I lied to you to get you over here,” you gave him an innocent look as you moved for him to come in.

“What is going on Ryder?”

“Ginger may have told me how you were always alone on Christmas and never cared for it because of it so I thought maybe I might do a few things for you so that you are not alone and to well maybe get you back into the spirit,” you fidgeted with your hands and looked up at him.

“Oh Ryder you don’t have to do this darlin’,” he shook his head and gave you a chuckle.

“No I want to. I can’t even think of you being alone on Christmas Jack or even during the season. I know what it’s like and I’m not letting it happen,” your voice was firm and a smile tugged at his lips.

“So what’s first on the list then?” He glanced you over as he set his toolbox down and took his hat off.

“Christmas cookies, small and simple,” you smiled and pulled the apron you had been hiding behind you out for him.

He chuckled before putting on the apron and following you to the kitchen where you had already made the dough and had it rolled out and ready to cut.

“I did the worst part but now we get to cut them out and decorate them,” you were beaming and Jack couldn’t hid the smile that spread across his face at your excitement.

“I think I can manage doing this,” he glanced over the cookie cutouts that were spread all over the counter next to the dough.

He picked up a Christmas tree one and carefully placed it down in the dough moving it slightly to get it all the way through before carefully pulling it up. You smiled even wider as he picked up the Christmas tree and smiled showing it to you.

“See perfect!! Now just place it behind you on the pan and after we get enough we will bake and decorate!”

The two of you cut out cookie after cookie, re rolling the dough when need be until the two pans you had prepped were full. You slid them carefully into the ready oven and then it was time to wait.

“You can fix yourself a drink and relax. I’m just going to clean up a bit,” you spoke brightly to Jack before moving around the kitchen and dumping bowls in the sink.

You had gotten everything used in the already soapy warm water when Jack came up next to you.

“You wash and I’ll dry?” He gave you a smile and you couldn’t help to return it.

“We can do that.”

You started to wash things off and then handing them to Jack. You realized after a few moments that he was humming the Christmas song that was playing and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself. You washed the last bowl off and handed it over to Jack whose hand brushed yours and you swear you felt a shiver run down your spine. You glanced up at his eyes when he didn’t move his hand away either and caught him watching you. The two of you stood there froze in a stare down and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach. You let your eyes move from his to his lips for a mere second and then he was leaning in slowly. Just as the two of you were a few short inches apart the timer on the oven went off causing the both of you to jump and clear your throats. Jack took the bowl from you finally and began to dry it off as you rushed to the oven to remove the now baked cookies. You planted them on the counter and looked back at Jack with another wide grin. You pushed your little moment to the back of your mind for later and made yourself focus on the task at hand again.

“Time to decorate!!” You were all too excited and Jack let out a laugh as he came back over.

You moved around the kitchen quickly getting the icing, the sprinkles and metal tips for the icing. You fixed some icing up for Jack before handing it to him and getting a very questionable look from him.

“I’m going to show you. I promise it’s not super hard.”

You fixed your own icing and started to instruct Jack on how to pipe the icing onto the cookies. You watched him and smiled at how well he was doing. You couldn’t help but to giggle slightly watching this cowboy pipe icing.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Just seeing you of all people pipe icing is just wholesome,” you shrugged and elbowed him earning a smile from him.

The two of you kept decorating until all of the cookies were done and you stepped back to look over your creations.

“I don’t think they are half bad,” Jack spoke with excitement.

“I think we did good too. Now to eat them!”

You both grabbed one and very softly hit them together before taking a bite and sighing at how good they tasted. You quickly fixed the both of you some milk and you finished your cookies and downed the milk.

“Hey Ryder I really appreciate this,” Jack turned to you as he set his glass down.

“You’re welcome Jack. Trust me I have much more up my sleeve,” you gave him a smirk as you turned to him.

“Oh darlin’ of course you do.”

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The Daisy Project | DuckTales (2017) - Koboli (aka cas, hehe) GEN | Words: 2140 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28005909

Daisy Duck has accomplished her goal of being featured on Emma Glamour's 'The IT List'. Opportunities Daisy has only ever dreamed of have become open to her. Here is one such day.

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It is with great devastation that Daisy Duck pries her eyes open as the alarm in the far corner of her room blares louder than a foghorn. She stares at the device with disdain. Eyes opening wider with anger each time the alarm reaches its peak. Daisy wants nothing more than to reach out and slap the snooze button. The exact reason why the device was on the far side of her room, because her doing so has lead to her fair share of trouble.

If she keeps trying to destroy the clock with nothing but her mind, she will reunite with said trouble.

A muddled thought hits the Duck, like it draws itself out of deep and murky waters…. And it's hard to believe. Daisy actually wants to be awake. She’s looking forward to something, isn’t she? The epiphany gives her a burst of energy, and she swings herself out of bed and slams the off button on her clock. She stumbles slightly on her way; even with something to look forward to, she has never been a morning person.

Splashing water on her face, now in the bathroom, she pulls herself together. She grips the sides of her porcelain sink and stares intensely into the mirror. Her hair is sticking in all sorts of directions, signs of her restlessness even during sleep. There are bags under her eyes, visible under the coating of light feathers, leaving purple bruises. She forces a smile, relaxing her grip on the sink, reminding herself to love what she sees.

A beautiful woman with dreams, who's a little weird, but reigns herself in among her peers. With aspirations she’s been told she’ll never reach, but refuses to give up despite that. A woman who above all knows that she is capable.

It’s hard not to smile when she sees all that.

She follows through with her routine; eating, dressing, calling some friends of hers from college, while she does her makeup. It usually lines up that Daisy and her bestie Minnie are applying their looks at the same time. Daisy has always flirted with Minnie without meaning to, and actually it led to them dating for a good while before opportunities took them in separate directions, but Daisy’s connection and care for her never faded. Neither had Minnie’s for her.

Also on the call is Clarabelle, a Senior at their college when Daisy and Minnie were freshmen who took them under her wing. Her sense of fashion is part of what inspired Daisy to pursue designing. This burning urge to create something that would compliment Clarabelle’s incredible figure and style sense.

“Good luck tonight.” Clarabelle says, her voice deep and smile clear.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Minnie cheers, “good luck, girly! You got this!”

Giving herself one last look over in the mirror, she is satisfied with the complimenting tones above her eyes and light blush on her cheeks. “Oh, I know I do.” She says with confidence, but appreciation is unmistakable in her tone. She doesn’t know what she’d do without her best friends. “Thanks, gals!”

An hour later and Daisy is out to lunch. Seated at a table with gorgeous people, with fantastic clothes. They’re at one of the finer restaurants in Duckburg, Daisy has had the opportunity to dine there a few times before, but always as a planner. Any memory she may have about how the food tastes is marred by her dedication to taking notes on her clients - all hyperfocus on their likes and dislikes, ensuring as few mistakes and faux-paus as possible.

Employee today, she is not. Daisy Duck is here as a contributor.

And contributors get to enjoy their food, and feel like she belongs at the table, Daisy firmly reminds herself. The show wasn’t super large, but it was important enough to be televised. However, the recording was decided at last-minute and the rehearsals had been somewhat brutal. Constant deadlines to meet, long hours, but not a lot of time to form a camaraderie with her fellow designers.

She tries to ignore the slight swoop in her gut. Taking in all the beautiful people sitting at her table, people she’s tried to speak with in passing and had gotten the cold shoulder. Something she is used to from her peers, assuming they find her strange and not worth their time. It makes Daisy want to prove herself, but... She’s seen all their designs, and they’ve seen hers, there isn’t anything left to show off… Except…

She places her napkin on her lap, delicately smoothing out her dress.

This is her first time wearing this out. There’s a nagging whisper of self-doubt Daisy tries to convince herself to ignore. But even since she was a child, the hyperfast racing of her mind is hard to redirect. She feels so confident in this design, at least she did... This feels silly to her, but she’s unconsciously comparing herself to everyone around her, rather than enjoying their designs without bias.

The brown-grey of the dining room cause a warm light to flow throughout the restaurant, it feels a little cloying to Daisy. Conversation is buzzing from every direction, but she can’t follow a word of any of it. Her attempts to join in conversation get little attention. She considers grabbing her smartphone to occupy herself, but finds that a bit rude considering the event. The predetermined meal gets served and Daisy hadn't realized how much time had passed since sitting down, the ice in her water is more than half melted.

Nerves are getting the best of her, and that in itself sends a prickle of embarrassment down Daisy’s neck. She’s really hoping that embarrassment isn’t clear on her face, but it very much is. She gracefully shovels some food into her beak.

“I love your dress.” A flamingo sitting beside Daisy says, and their smile remains patient as the duck takes a moment to realize they’re talking to her. Of course she just took a huge bite.

Funnily enough, at his words, the doubt that she felt was cavernous and never-ending disappeared. Like a hole was filled in, and possibly never was even there in the first place. She gulps her rather large bite of food. “Thanks,” She says, sitting straighter to better show off the craftsmanship. A dark grey structured pencil piece that’s complemented with white and yellow sheer and lace. “I made it myself,” She adds.

Only a moment later Daisy continues, “Your suit is fantastically sewn, I assume you made it yourself too?” She has a kindhearted smirk on her face. This designer in particular… She loves their work, them acknowledging her drove the nerves from being a rookie in the business down. Quieting her racing mind.

The Flamingo laughs in response. “Right you are, and I appreciate that eye you have there.” Much like Daisy, they show off some more of their suit jacket. A hyper dark black, must be some sort of velvet because it’s not reflecting any light. The thread used is a pink matching the exact tone of their feathers, sticking out in a way that keeps it subtle. “But I’m not surprised,” they continue, “your eye would have to be great to make it onto Emma Glamour’s IT-list.”

Daisy can’t help but smile wider at the memory. The very moment her career in fashion had become viable. The catalyst that led the woman to where she is right now. Having lunch with other designers as they all eagerly await the evening event.

The runway show where, for the first time, actual models are going to display Daisy Duck’s Designs.

“Oh, you saw that,” Daisy says around a laugh, barely stopping herself from preening, flipping a wrist lackadaisically instead. “I was actually her assistant for awhile,” She continues, oversharing a bit. “With all the amazing trends I would see her add to the list, I kept feeling like I never had a chance. Was even told so, a couple times, when I got a chance to talk with people who made ‘IT’.” She laughs and waves it off, able to find amusement in the flamingo’s muttered “Owch.”

“Anyway, clearly I did have a chance, and it was only after I beat up the jerks who tried to ruin my party!” She says, and then corrects herself. “Her party!”

The flamingo looks like they were going to ask a question, but the glass of the runway show’s director rings out as she hits it with a spoon. Conversations peter out and soon everyone is looking at the very trendy tiger. She starts giving a speech, but Daisy finds herself reviewing her interaction with her table neighbor. To judge if she had been awkward. She finds she probably had been.

She also finds she should be listening to Mrs. Rayures instead of letting her thoughts get ahead of the moment. “.. And with that! Everybody, enjoy your food. We look forward to seeing what each of your modern, forward thinking minds have to show us tonight.”

Daisy tries not to feel too bad about missing most of what the director had said, focus was something she has struggled with for most of her life at this point. A reason why she took furious notes as a planner, and intern. She’ll be able to prove how all in she is at the show tonight.

Visions of the night float through her mind, excitement stirs in her belly and flutters up to her chest. She can’t deny she’s nervous, but more so she is ready to show this opportunity that nothing can stop Daisy Duck!

… Nothing except the chaos in her workshop.

Before she knows it, two hours have passed, and she can feel the passage of time weighing heavily on her mind. This workspace chaos that she claims is organized, and usually she can understand it’s complexity! She swears by it.

There's just something about knowing a big event is a few hours a way that messes with her ability to find things.

Rather than fussing herself into a tizzy, she breathes in deep, eyes clenched shut, and counts to ten. Opens her eyes, gets frustrated with herself, and repeats the process.

Then once more.

She finds equilibrium. The layout makes sense, the slowness of her breathing pushes anxiety about time to a place she can’t remember it. She gathers everything necessary and piles it carefully by the door. Taking the next moment to fix up her makeup, something fitting for the occasion. The sequin gown she slides into is something she is incredibly proud of. A tribute to her marble-toned IT-list dress, but with the addition of a soft pink and yellow to the teal. Mostly it was black, rather than navy, conscious of not being too loud when adding the other colors.

The dress is also a bit longer, but she’s able to wear the same shoes. Daisy changes bows a couple times, indecisive. For a moment she considers digging up some stockings. It’s all too easy to get lost in final touch-ups to her own look.

Luckily, the anxiety about time she had hidden away flies back at full force and she hurries back into action. But she has planned for this, as everything is still by the door. She grabs the suitcase with each of the designs she’s showcasing tonight, and a few backups to be safe. And the other bag with extra fabric, her mobile sewing kit, her hair styling kit, her sentimental photo of her nieces in outfits she designed for their dance competition. Lastly her purse and car keys. Daisy goes over everything twice for good measure.

Finding no time left to waste, Daisy’s engine revs and she drives off the parking lot of her rented workshop.

So focused on the event to come, the drive feels phenomenally short. She finds a parking space, but doesn’t move after claiming it. Simply sitting in the front seat of her convertible, her hands clutching her steering wheel that would whiten her knuckles if they weren’t already. Suddenly Daisy squeals, nearly shouting, in an attempt to free the pressure of excitement in her chest. Nerves are there, but they have no chance of comparing to the rush of excitement overtaking her entire being.

After regulating her breathing, Daisy checks her makeup in the rearview mirror. Finding everything in order, she takes one more moment to really look at herself. She reminds herself to love what she sees.

But she doesn’t need the reminder.

Daisy Duck is a beautiful woman whose dreams are coming true, who’s a little weird, but loves herself all the more for it. With aspirations within her reach, and will put any amount of work to achieve them. A woman who, above all, knows that she is capable.

It’s easy to smile when she sees all that.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| cloud nine | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: alternate universe

a/n: agh i really like this request because i’ve seen an edit of him in a pilot’s uniform :< tbh i re-wrote this three times before i was satisfied with it. hope it meets your imagination 💕~j.

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captain jung jaehyun.

once everyone heard that name or saw it on their monthly roasters, whispers of yeses and scoffs of disappointments were normal in the department. some were contented with only being in the same paper as him. and then there were some who were very lucky enough to trail behind him when they made their way to the aircraft.

one time when jaehyun was running late, his existence alone acted as if the entire airport was his own model runway. a little speed walk or even fixing the folds of his sleeve cuffs sent crowds upon crowds trampling over each other about that rumoured hot pilot; taking pictures of him like he was a famous celebrity. people’s comments have spread and hit the articles as well, more frequent and mentioned in any social platform online and it was titled several times.

‘this captain has the visuals to be a celebrity.’

‘captain is a living character out of a manhwa?’

‘a pilot caused a storm at the arrival hall of xxx airport due to his good looks.’

‘mr. viral pilot’s even has a handsome rbf.’

jaehyun gave a forced smile that melted the eyes of his ‘assumed’ fanbase. not again, he thought. it was just a normal gesture to greet them, yet they saw it differently. other than a pool of sakuras and pink hearts, his smile was equivalent to ‘i love you’.

“attaboy jung!” his co-pilot lee seokmin, caught up to him at the departure hall. “do a finger heart next time!”

“don’t reveal my name.” he gestured him to keep quiet. “finger hearts are for idols.”

“i will reveal it because you’re basically a celebrity pilot now. don’t be so stiff, jung” his sunshine smile also caused an uproar after shooting the ladies with many hearts. “it’s simple. just put your thumb and pointer like an x- wait what do you mean for idols? can’t you see how famous you are after that viral picture floating around the country? if you’re not convinced, the world? jaehyun, even the legendary IU agreed you’re attractive-”

seokmin’s words were stopped by jaehyun’s documents in front of his purses lips. he put the blocking papers down with his fingers and still continued with sending finger hearts. “fine. you can reveal my name but not my fanboying side please. and dude i’m having second hand embarrassment right now because of you.” jaehyun gritted his teeth.

“you gotta get used to it.” seokmin said, now doing a heart with his arms.

the crew went through security screening and soon reached the bottom of the flight of stairs connecting to the plane. it was the norm, or maybe not, that the whole crew took a picture before the flight.

jaehyun stood at the middle with seokmin when he noticed a familiar face by his side. based on her side profile, he was sure this was definitely her.

he observed her ever elegant posture; natural make up that wasn’t too heavy, something he always liked. the way her eyelashes flutter due to the wind’s breeze and gosh her gorgeous and gentle smile-

“you’re staring, captain.” you cleared your throat, snapping him out of the trance. a small grin curving by your lips at his aloof response.

“my apologies if i have been rude..” he bent down to whisper, eyes lowering down to see your name slightly on the document paper you were holding. heh, i was right.. “..y/n.”

“if there’s anyone who’s rude..” you trailed off, turning to him face to face now. “..wouldn’t that be you, mr. celebrity?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, referring to the recent articles about the handsome pilot visual. you then twirled still with a small smile as you headed up the flight of stairs.

seokmin nudged the tall male, lips agape at his interaction with you. “wow you just talked with the y/n!” his voice sounding softer than usual. “she’s just new to the airline and everyone has a crush on her. i think i’m falling for her too.”

“you fall for every girl you encounter with, lee.”

as they walked up as well, jaehyun’s eyebrows arched at the compliment seokmin gave you. they took a quick glance at you, now talking with the rest of attendants. it didn’t take long for them to realize that other men were awe-struck by your beauty, just like he did. even the senior attendants seem very smitten whenever you would bring out the enthusiasm from others for the flight. entering the cockpit, the two pilots sat at their seats in preparation for take-off.

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ten hours into the flight, you double checked the passengers, wherein you gave assistance, especially those with children.

at the corners of your eyes, you spotted a couple with three kids. and based on other passengers who seemed to not get any sleep or have broad understanding, were bothered with the continuous cries. the parents seemed new and they were ultimately blessed with triplets. two were already a handful for them and the other baby was left slight unattended, so you politely asked to step in to help.

you could feel that mobile phones were directly pointed at you, filming the moment as they planned to maybe make the gesture viral. you pat the baby’s back and managed to make her sleep.

since shifting airlines just four months ago, you were aware of the attention you’ve been getting from other staffs, passengers and even locals. as much as you didn’t want the spotlight onto you, your occupation somehow paved the way.

the parents thanked your service and as you bowed, the chief flight attendant called you to rest. you finally sat at the post where you were assigned at. out of heavy exhaustion, you massaged your neck to sooth the pain away. deciding to freshen up a bit, you used the service cart to block aisle and went to the lavatory before heading to the plane’s upper rest compartment.

the way you twirled around got stuck in jaehyun’s mind. he couldn’t seem to take you out of it. he would close his eyes for awhile and your smile would appear. it got him feeling so giddy to the point he felt his ears heat up.

“is she marked in your heart?” seokmin placed his legs up as the plane was on auto-pilot.

“no not really.” jaehyun said, removing the headphones.

seokmin noticed the fidgety movements jaehyun had been acting since the take-off. it was as if he was itching to leave. “jae, you’ll get your turn to rest, just let me finish my food.” he munched on his sandwich before gesturing his friend to leave.

now that he finally would get his rest, he exited the cockpit with a hammering heart. he wasn’t the type to reveal himself during the flight, but urgently needed to go for a break. other crew reminded him that he should sleep too, given the prominent dark circles around his eyes. as he waited for his turn to use the lavatory, the door slid open revealing you, whom maybe he, or might have growing heart eyes toward you.

your hands held the door as the grip on it tightened at the sight of the captain. you looked to where his hands were and he held the door’s outside handle. his dimples deepened the more he flattened his lips, and he too seemed shocked at your appearance.

even after hours into the flight, he thought you still looked the same like you did at the photo taking. “hi.” he chuckled, obviously feeling a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment in meeting you.

“hello. may i pass through?” you asked, almost taking jaehyun aback at your straight-forward question. the rest of the crew witnessing interaction made them giggle.

“oh, i’m sorry.” he turned his body 90 degree and you shyly nodded for the gesture.

idiot, jaehyun. you’re an idiot. he told himself.

jaehyun went back to the cockpit and retrieved his coat and he soon got down the steep ladder steps, where he spotted you reading a book you were so immersed in. the sleepiness in his eyes were long gone and this time he wanted to have a proper conversation with you. unlike in the previous two short ones where you seemed to brush him off.

you noticed his presence and closed the book, giving them the attention he sought for earlier. he stood opposite to you, leaning against the ladder. “do you have something to tell me?” you asked, placing the book in your bag. “i’m a pretty good listener.”

a smile from you had jaehyun head in the clouds. “oh, well captain lee said you’re new here.” he fixed to loosen his tie and unbuttoned the first bud. “so how long have you been in the airline?”

“i transferred four months ago.” you replied, putting a strand back with a bobby pin.

“i see. no wonder. i was probably busy at the time. lots of schedules and flights here and there. our paths never seemed to cross if you’ve been here that long.” he crossed his arms.

he was hesitant to ask because it would make him look full of himself. screw it anyway. “you’re not one of those who moved airlines just to see me, right?”

his question made you silent. “ i just thought maybe this airline is more suitable for me.” you lied. in fact you moved because you weren’t convinced enough from your co-workers, that this ‘jaehyun’, apparently your ex, could swoon the ladies.

oh heavens, it has been five years. and this man certainly did swoon you and definitely sent your chest aching again, in a good way.

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the city the airline was designated at filled with bustling people and chirping of the birds. the sun shone as its rays peeked through the little gaps between leaves. traditional music played publicly at the common and main street, some tourists lined up for the city’s landmark. it really seemed like a perfect picture.

you sat down at an outdoor café, legs crossed and memorised the scenery in front. glad that you were blessed with photographic memory and began a quick sketch on the blank paper. as much as you didn’t want to touch your new pocket-sized watercolor painting set, you had to dab the first droplet of water on the tabs.

the faint ash lines soon faded completely at the droplets and as you began to paint the first layer, the paper met a shadow figure that blocked the sun. you looked up to see jung jaehyun; with two coffees in hand, a sunshine smile, perfect dimples and in casual clothes. you didn’t want to make him wait long and invited him to sit with you.

“great day today huh?” he asked, leaning closer to look at what you were doing then shifting his eyes towards you. “it’s.. pretty.”

“thanks, but it’s only the first layer. you’ll see the details after i’m done with the fountain.” you brought up your sketchbook to let him see.

“have you been to the city before?” taking a sip from his cup. you shook your in response, still concentrated on the painting. “c’mon, i’ll tour you around.”

he grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to follow. street stalls filled with souvenirs and its people encouraged their ranges, and jaehyun spotted something that might suit you. it was a necklace. he gestured the man so he could pay for it. taking glances of you and stall, the man waved at him. “sir, this comes in pairs.”

“hm?” his eyes looked at the item. “oh then i’ll get a pair.” he gave the cash and as the man took it, he grinned at jaehyun for his hearty eyes; already catching the purpose of the quick decision.

“it is for the lady, am i right?” he asked.

jaehyun scratched his neck, mentally cursing to himself for being too obvious and transparent. “oh. she’s just- uh, we used to date.” jaehyun chuckled, taking the resin designed necklace in his hands.

“you both look good together.” the man winked like he was about to give the pilot a piece of advice. “she must be that special to be making you feel things.”

“well she still makes me feel i’m in the clouds.” jaehyun looked at you choose an souvenir with furrowed brows. “it’s kinda sad that we didn’t make it like most couples.”

the man’s loud laugh startled jaehyun. “you’re in the city of love. anything can change and anything is possible.”

jaehyun smiled at his remark and left with a contented, little hopeful heart. he went up to you who was still indecisive with the souvenir.

you felt his presence on your right. rising up to see what he was up to, you were shocked at the item he had dangling in his fingers. this certain gesture reminded of your first date; he waved a keychain he won through a carnival stall. you stared into his eyes like you saw the universe in them; the beauty continuously expanding, the stars shining and sparkling when it boasted its twinkles.

the smile on your face faded, but it was quite obvious to jaehyun. he brought down the item and bit his inner gums. “i got this for you.” he chuckled softly, eyes averting from you with reddened ears.

this was strange, awkward, how you both used to be a thing in the past and now meeting each other through work. it just didn’t seem right, to you at least.

“what happened to us?” your sudden question caused jaehyun bent even lower towards your face, sending you to step backwards at his action.

jaehyun knew what you referred to. in fact he asked himself the same question every day since losing contact with you after high school. a small grin curving by his lips disappeared, then mirroring the same expression as you did. “we were both young, carefree. we didn’t know what to prioritise and used each other to make people think differently of us.” he trailed. “we were pretty immature. we just stopped talking after our graduation and distance widened before we had the time to talk it out.” he cracked up slightly, beginning to walk slowly to continue touring you around.

you kinda bursted out in giggles, agreeing to every reason he had just said. the way you saw how much he changed physically and mentally, something in him seemed to draw you closer to him; like you wanted to go back to square one. because all you feel towards him at this very moment was the same as back then.

“couldn’t agree more. we were like those try hard couple goal wannabes that we annoy the heck out of our friends.” you put your hair strands behind your ear. “anyway, i feel the same-” you paused, realizing what you just said.

“uh-huh.” he now looked at you from the map.

“i shouldn’t have said-” you laughed and feeling panicky. the heat creeping from your forehead downwards.

“you mean ‘feel the same like before’ or ‘feel the same as me’?” he asked with a challenging grin. such a tease.

you rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour, not wanting to be caught in his web. “what do you mean by ‘feel the same as me’, hm?” your voice almost breaking to a laugh.

jaehyun inhaled and exhaled sharply because he did not know what else to say. his fingers waving everywhere to look for answers, but to no success, he could only smile awkwardly. you both stared at each other for a while before he spotted some people who recognised him from afar. he grabbed you and went for a run, pulling you with him and led you away from the main circle of the city.

how you wished you wore proper footwear. running with ballet flats on uneven ground brought more discomfort than it did with jaehyun’s company. but as you watched the way how his hair slowed with the wind and his smiling side profile turning towards you, all memories from back then came flooding in like waves. though you didn’t want them to, there wasn’t anything you could do because you knew that somewhere inside the deepest parts in your heart, there was still room for a second chance with him; there was still space for him to fill that missing gap that was left empty before.

now your body was pulled aside at one street, just by the edge of an outdoor neighbourhood home. jaehyun gestured you to keep quiet and he turned slightly to check on them. as you both hid, it was something similar when flynn rider and rapunzel hid from the patrolling royal guards. “remember how we were just like this when we hid from our homeroom teachers?” he asked, crossing his arms in reminisce and a grin from ear to ear.

“of course, it was your idea and we had to mop the whole gymnasium as punishment.” you tiptoed to take a peek behind him. “it’s clear now, let’s go-”

“let me do this for a while.” jaehyun pulled you to him for a hug. “i kind-”

“kinda missed this?” you finished his sentence.

his chuckle tickled your ears as his palms tightened around you. “you took the words right out of my mouth.”

“i know you too well, jae.” you pinched his cheek and he let go of you.

“too well that you figured i’m starting to fall for you again?” he licked his dry lips as he waited for you answer.

you exhaled a breathy air from your nostrils, turning around to walk around the city and giggled internally for leaving him unanswered.

jaehyun scoffed with reddened ears. “should i take that as a yes?”

“whatever you wanna think of, jae.”

he recalled what the salesman said. maybe something will change in this city of love and your words just now created a ray of hope in the sky. this inexplainable anticipation he felt in his chest got him realizing that, yeah, he actually, still is in love with you.

—

you bowed to the last batch passengers exiting the plane with jaehyun and seokmin on your side, along with other crew. finally on the way to arrival hall, all you wanted was to feel the soft sheets of your bed. grabbing your luggage, you slowed down your pace knowing that jaehyun was behind.

jaehyun’s hand laid on your shoulders, catching his breath slightly. “i’ll meet you at the carpark.” he bent down to a whisper.

“and what makes you think i’ll agree with your request?” you hummed, legs dragging your exhausted self to the walkalator.

“i’m gonna make my signature marinated spicy fried pork. i know you miss that.” he winked.

“mhm.” you singsonged, “more than i miss you.”

he groaned like a child and you could tell he purposely whined in a persuasive tone. “join me for dinner at least.” he nudged that you were lightly shoved to side, creating imbalance on your feet.

“fine i will.” you rolled your eyes as he cheered in soft ‘yeses’. “in one condition though.”

jaehyun lifted a brow at your habit and he should’ve seen it coming. “what is it?”

“live cooking. i’ll sit by your breakfast table, observing how you cut and hold the onions wrongly. i don’t want you to make me wait elsewhere of your apartment.”

“i didn’t invite you just so i could be bickered by you.” he held your head, sending vibrations for a second before you poked his armpits. “ow! okay you’ll get the live cooking in one condition, alright?”

you continued to walk towards the arrival hall, already noticing banners of jaehyun’s name and long lenses of cameras pointed at your direction. “that’s my word, but fine. what’s your condition, captain?”

a large hand find its way to interlock yours, then bringing it up to be visible to the public. “a pilot and a flight attendant dating.” his wink caused you to fluster in all sorts and now you were aware of the cameras. “it’d be a good topic, wouldn’t it?”

his lips seemed to inch closer towards you but it wasn’t a kiss since he refrained himself from doing so. your heart stopped for a moment before a certain camera flash blinked in front of the both of you, later hearing a voice of the photographer asking his mates to name the newsletter;

“captain jung is on cloud nine with y/f/n.”

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Power Outage

The Flash stars in: Power Outage

Dramatis Personae

The Flash (Jay Garrick), the wise, benevolent hero of Central City

Joan Garrick, Jay’s intelligent, charming wife

Captain Cold, the earthy, practical leader of the Rogues and Central City’s worst villain

Golden Glider, a thrill-seeking, deceptively charming thief and little sister of the above

Weather Wizard, a lazy, dimwitted crook who works with Captain Cold

Script

Act I

(Enter Jay and Joan)

Joan: Honey, I’m worried about you.

Jay: Why? Any particular reason?

Joan: I don’t like how you’ve decided to protect Central City all by yourself while Barry and Wally go on vacation together for two weeks. You’re not as young as you used to be, you know, and I don’t want you to get hurt chasing down supervillains who are half your age.

Jay: Why didn’t you tell me that earlier, honey?

Joan: Well, Barry and Wally seemed so excited to be able to get away for awhile, and you seemed so happy to have a chance to come out of retirement, so I was afraid I would disappoint you if I said anything about it.

Jay: Joan, you know me better than that. Sure, I do love a little crime fighting, but that’s not nearly as important to me as you are. If I’d known that you were that worried about me, I would never have agreed to come out of retirement.

Joan: Well, it’s too late for you to change your mind now-Barry and Wally are already halfway to England, and you can’t leave the city unprotected.

Jay: I’ll be careful, Joan.

Joan: Oh, I know you will, dear. You couldn’t have survived this long as a hero if you hadn’t.

Jay: And you’re sure you’re okay if I go out?

Joan: I suppose. I just worry about you.

Jay: I know, and that’s why I’m so careful. I know that you’re waiting for me, so I can’t take any unnecessary risks. I can’t bear the idea of my dying and leaving you all alone.

Joan: Oh, Jay, I don’t worry about you because I don’t want to be alone-I worry about you because I don’t want you to be hurt.

Jay: Every hero risks that, Joan. It’s part of the job.

Joan: I know, but you’re just so athletic and you love to run. I’d hate to see you get injured and lose your ability to exercise.

Jay: Have I ever mentioned that I’m blessed to have you for my wife?

Joan: Every day, dear, every day-and I’m blessed to have you for my husband.

Jay: Thank you, darling. I love you so much.

Joan: I love you, too.

(Jay and Joan kiss, then Jay’s phone rings and he pulls it out)

Jay: Hello? Hello, Commissioner. Yes, I am filling in for Barry and Wally while they’re on vacation. Yes, I’ll be at work protecting the city soon. Mmm-hmm. Uh-huh. Yes, I’m sure I’m still up to the task. I may be old, but I’m as fast as ever. Oh, it’s no problem, Commissioner. I love Central City-I certainly don’t mind protecting it. Thanks, but that won’t be necessary. I don’t need any money. Mmm-hmm. Uh-huh. Tell your wife happy birthday for me. I’ll be sending her flowers soon. And send Officer Johnson my condolences. No one should lose their wife that way. Mm-hmm. Uh-huh. All right, Commissioner. I’ll be watching for them. Okay. Okay. Good-bye. (Jay puts phone away)

Joan: What did the Commissioner tell you?

Jay: He was just checking to make sure that I was ready to protect the city-and to warn me that Captain Cold broke the Golden Glider out of jail, and that they and the Weather Wizard are on the loose.

Joan: Captain Cold and Weather Wizard I remember, but who is Golden Glider?

Jay: If I recall correctly, her name is Lisa Snart. She’s a former ice skater who apparently got bored with her career and decided to turn to crime-and she’s Captain Cold’s little sister.

Joan: A supervillain who’s a woman? Why, I never!

Jay: Villany isn’t exclusively the department of men, you know.

Joan: I suppose that’s true. How dangerous are they?

Jay: It’s hard to say, but since Captain Cold likes to avoid attention, they’re unlikely to try anything too diabolical.

Joan: Well, that’s one good thing, I suppose.

Jay: Agreed. (Pause) Well, I’d better get going. Love you, Joan.

Joan: I love you, Jay. Good luck!

Jay: Thank you. Good-bye, dear.

Joan: Good-bye, darling. (Exit Jay) I hope Jay knows what he’s getting into. He’s been retired for a long time, and those villains are young enough to be our children. If he gets himself into trouble, I’ll never forgive myself. (Pause) Well, standing around here and worrying isn’t going to change a thing, so I might as well start making some plans of my own!

Act II

(Enter Captain Cold and Golden Glider. Weather Wizard is asleep onstage, and a doll and a large necklace are sitting next to him)

Cold: Stop trying to peek, sis. You’ll ruin the surprise!

Glider: I’m not peeking!

Cold: Oh, what the heck, go ahead and look.

Glider: (Sees presents) Oh my gosh! Lenny, you didn’t!

Cold: Happy birthday, sis.

Glider: (grabs the necklace) How did you afford this? It’s beautiful!

Cold: Uh….about that….

Glider: You stole it for me, didn’t you?

Cold: No! I robbed a bank and used the money to buy it.

Glider: How come the Flash didn’t stop you?

Cold: I got lucky, I guess.

Glider: (Picks up doll) And what would this be? Cold: You don’t recognize that?

Glider: No. Am I supposed to?

Cold: Seriously? You asked for that for your birthday and Christmas like every year!

Glider: I did?

Cold: Uh-huh. Don’t you remember? When I couldn’t find it for your sixth birthday, you cried for like ten minutes and then Lewis beat the living daylights out of both of us because you woke him up.

Glider: Lewis beat the living daylights out of us on like every one of my birthdays. That doesn’t narrow things down much.

Cold: It’s still got the tag on it. Maybe that’ll help you remember.

Glider: (Reads) “Lucy”. (Pause; laughs) Lucy? The doll I was obsessed with as a kid? But she went off the shelves when I was eight years old. How did you find this one?

Cold: Well, I’ve been scouring garage sales and thrift stores and stuff for the thing around your birthday every year since you were eight. The odds were in favor of me finding one eventually, especially given how popular the thing was when you were little, and I finally found this one two weeks ago at that creepy Goodwill downtown.

Glider: Are you telling me that you’ve been trying to find this doll for me for 25 years ?

Cold: Of course. Given how much misery the stupid thing caused for both of us, I couldn’t’ve lived with myself if I hadn’t.

Glider: So even though, in the same general time period, you’ve given me 4 different cars, several dozen necklaces, and several thousand dollars in cash, you still felt obligated to get me a doll that I wanted when I was eight just because you couldn’t get me it then?

Cold: Well, yeah. Don’t you remember that I promised you I would get it for you someday?

Glider: Vaguely.

Cold: Well, I finally did! Don’t you like it?

Glider: No. (Cold looks upset, then she hugs him) But I do like you, Lenny. I’m glad you think so much about me. You’re the best big brother in the world.

Cold: Okay, enough with the mushy stuff. I didn’t break you out of prison just to celebrate your birthday, you know.

Glider: Ooh, do you have a heist planned?

Cold: You’d better believe it, sis.

Glider: Hurrah! This day just keeps getting better and better! What’s the angle?

Cold: I’ll tell you as soon as I wake up Mardon.

Glider: What’s he doing here? Didn’t he win the lottery or something?

Cold: He did, but now he’s broke-again-and needs a place to stay. Again.

Glider: There’s a shock.

Cold: (To Wizard) Yo, Mardon, look alive! We’ve got a job to pull! (Wizard doesn’t respond. Cold throws a pillow at his head)

Wizard: What time is it?

Cold: It’s two in the afternoon, you lazy bum. Get up- we’ve got a job to do.

Wizard: But I’m still tired, Cold! I just spent two weeks without a roof over my head!

Cold: Yeah, because you spent all your cash on parties, gambling, and cars you couldn’t afford. Again.

Wizard: I was doing it to impress my new friends!

Cold: The friends who skipped town as soon as you ran out of money?

Wizard: Yeah.

Cold: I rest my case. Honestly, Mardon, why I bother to keep you around is beyond me.

Wizard: Because of my charming personality and dashing good looks?

Glider: Definitely not that.

Cold: It’s because you have a wand that can control the weather, you doofus!

Wizard: Uh, about that. I may have accidentally kind of broken the wand a couple days ago.

Cold: HOW?

Wizard: Well, I was robbing a gas station when the thunderstorm I created to short out the power grid got a little out of control. I got struck by my own lightning, and the wand flew out of my hand and into a tree and snapped in half. And, uh, I didn’t even actually manage to rob the gas station, because when the wand broke, the thunderstorm cleared up before it could take out the power. Well, that and I was still recovering from the whole getting struck by lightning thing. So yeah. No more weather powers.

Cold: Can’t you just-you know-fix the wand?

Wizard: No. I don’t know how it works!

Cold: What do you mean you don’t know how it works? You’ve been using it for like 14 years!

Wizard: I stole it from Clyde, remember? He’s the one who built it! I don’t have a clue how he made it or how it actually produces its effects- I just know it works. Er, worked.

Cold: Clyde?

Wizard: You know, Clyde! My older brother who was better than me at everything!

Cold: Okay, then we’ll just ask him to fix it.

Wizard: We can’t. He’s dead, and he was kind of a recluse, so it’s not like he had any partners who were watching him build the thing.

Cold: Are you telling me that your wand is permanently broken?

Wizard: Yeah, that’s what I’m telling you.

Cold: Well, that’s just great. Now I’m going to have to change my plans, and it’s all because the man who had the most powerful weapon in the world was enough of a brain-dead moron to both never learn how the thing worked and to break it!

Glider: And on his little sister’s birthday, too!

Cold: Yeah, and on her birthday, too!

Wizard: Sorry?

Cold: You know what? If you don’t have your wand, then you’re useless to me.

Wizard: You’re kicking me out?

Cold: Not yet. You’re one of us, after all-but you aren’t getting a cent from our heists until you figure out a way to either fix the wand or provide some other asset to them, and if you can’t do that in a month, then you’ll have to find someone else’s basement to live in. I ain’t running no charity here, Mardon.

Wizard: Are you saying I’m not a good thief without my wand?

Cold: No, I’m saying that you were a mediocre thief with the wand and that you are a terrible one without it. Powers or no powers, you’re pathetic.

Wizard: Nobody talks to the Weather Wizard like that! Nobody! (Punches at Cold. Cold catches his punch, and then Glider knees Wizard in the abdomen. Wizard falls to the ground and Cold “freezes” his left leg to the ground with his gun.)

Cold: Well, maybe no one talks to the Weather Wizard like that, but until or if you fix the wand, you aren’t the Weather Wizard, you’re just Mark Mardon.

Glider: And we can talk to an idiot like Mark like that all we want.

Cold: See you after the heist, loser.

(Exit both)

Wizard: (Breaks ice on leg and sits up) How can this be happening to me? A month ago, I was a millionaire and the most powerful crook in the world, and now look at me. I’m broke and my wand is broke and now Cold says I ain’t even the Weather Wizard anymore. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was right about me bein’ a pathetic idiot. (Pause) Oh, who am I kidding? They’re right. Without the wand, I’m nothin’ more than stupid, pathetic Mark Mardon. (Pause) I need a drink or something. Anything would be better than sitting around thinking about how bad my luck’s been lately-or working to try and fix the wand!

Act III

(Wizard is sitting at the bar of a restaurant. Enter Joan)

Joan: Nothing like a nice cup of coffee to take my mind off my worries. (To Weather Wizard) Excuse me, sir, but is this seat taken?

Wizard: Huh?

Joan: I was wondering if this seat was taken.

Wizard: It’s not.

Joan: All right, then. (Sits down next to him) I’m Joan Garrick. Who are you?

Wizard: Name’s Mark. Mark Mardon.

Joan: Are you here by yourself?

Wizard: Yeah. You?

Joan: Well, I normally come here with my husband, but today I’m alone, too.

Wizard: Why? You have a fight with him or something?

Joan: No. He’s just filling in for some friends at work today.

Wizard: Are all your other friends busy, too?

Joan: No. As a matter of fact, after I eat lunch here, I’m going to my friend Betsy’s house to help her sew some clothing for her latest grandchild.

Wizard: Boy or girl?

Joan: Girl. Her name is Maria, and she’s only a month old.

Wizard: Is she cute?

Joan: All babies are cute, Mr. Mardon-just like all brides are beautiful.

Wizard: Not according to my baby pictures!

Joan: Oh, hush! (Pause) So, why are you here alone?

Wizard: Trust me, it’s not by choice. I can’t stand being alone without my power.

Joan: Have you fallen on hard times, then?

Wizard: Yeah. I’m pretty much broke, and my friends have made it pretty clear that they won’t give me any money until I can help them, which I can’t.

Joan: Are you sure these people are your friends?

Wizard: (Shrugs) They haven’t kicked me to the curb yet.

Joan: Don’t you have your own home?

Wizard: Not any more!

Joan: Oh, dear, you are in a mess, aren’t you?

Wizard: No duh, lady.

Joan: Is there anything I can do to help?

Wizard: Not unless you’re a millionaire.

Joan: No such luck, I’m afraid.

Wizard: Too bad. I could use that money. (Pause) You always start conversations with random strangers in restaurants?

Joan: No. You just seemed to need some company, and since I was alone, I decided to provide it.

Wizard: Why? There’s nothing all that special about me-at least not the way I am now.

Joan: Because I know how it feels to be lonely. My husband is wonderful, but he’s also very busy, so I spent a lot of time by myself before he retired.

Wizard: Why do you love him so much if he spends so much time away from you?

Joan: Because he’s a good man who sacrifices himself for me. The least I can do is make sacrifices for him in return. After all, a big part of love is being willing to sacrifice your own desires for the people that you love.

Wizard: That sounds like an awful lot of work, lady.

Joan: Sometimes it can feel like it, I’m afraid-but it’s worth it to experience genuine love.

Wizard: I think I’ll pass.

Joan: How can you say that? Haven’t you ever loved anyone?

Wizard: No-and no one’s ever loved me, either, except maybe my older brother, Clyde-and that was only ‘cause he felt bad for me.

Joan: Felt bad for you-why?

Wizard: Because I was a lazy bum right from the start, that’s why. No ambition-not that there would’ve been much of a point in trying, what with Clyde bein’ a genius and a great athlete and all. Even if I had decided to try, Mom and Pop would’ve liked him better, ‘cause I never coulda been as good as he was. The only thing I was ever good at was getting lucky.

Joan: You sound almost proud of yourself for that!

Wizard: Well, it beats feeling terrible about myself.

Joan: Not if it keeps you from improving yourself.

Wizard: Now you sound like Clyde.

Joan: Well, in that case, I would suggest that you listen to your brother on occasion.

Wizard: I can’t. He’s dead now.

Joan: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.

Wizard: Don’t be. It was a while ago, and I was never real close to him anyway. He was too perfect.

Joan: Aren’t you close to anyone?

Wizard: No one I don’t work with.

Joan: Well, if you don’t mind, I plan to fix that.

Wizard: But you don’t know anything about me!

Joan: I know that you have a dead brother, some questionable friends, and a somewhat self-destructive lifestyle.

Wizard: Oh, believe me, you don’t know the half of it.

Joan: And I won’t pry. Are you up for continuing the conversation?

Wizard: I guess. (Pause) You are the weirdest woman I’ve ever met.

Joan: I know-but I’d like to think I make decent company anyway.

Wizard: You’re better company than my partners, at least.

Joan: That’s always nice to hear. So, is there anything you particularly like to eat?

Act IV

(Enter Cold and Glider)

Cold: Okay, sis, I’ve taken out the alarms. Are you ready for the biggest heist of our career?

Glider: You bet, Lenny! This is so exciting!

Cold: And you’re sure you’re not mad about us doing this on your birthday?

Glider: Of course not! In fact, I can’t think of a way I’d rather be spending my day.

Cold: (Aside) I could think of several ways I’d rather see her spending her day, but if this makes her happy, I can’t refuse her. (To Glider) I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Now let’s move!

(Enter Jay Garrick)

Jay: Stop in the name of the law!

Cold: Well, well, well. Look who it is. It’s Grandpa Flash. Aren’t you retired?

Jay: As long as criminals like you are roaming the streets, I’ll never be truly retired.

Glider: Wow. You sound like a really bad Saturday morning cartoon show.

Jay: Perhaps that line was a bit hackneyed, but then again, so are supervillainous bank robberies. It’s not like the two of you invented that idea, you know.

Glider: No, we just perfected it.

Jay: I’ll give you one chance to surrender peacefully.

Cold: And I’ll give you the same chance, Grandpa Flash. I don’t particularly want to beat up an old man like you.

Jay: Old or not, I would never surrender to a criminal.

Glider: Okay then, Grandpa-let’s dance!

(Starts “skating” around him)

Jay: (Knocks her down) I don’t dance with anyone but Joan, miss.

Cold: Leave her alone, old man! (Shoots at Jay and misses)

Jay: You’re good, son. It’s quite a pity you decided to waste your talents on crime.

Cold: Don’t call me son! (Shoots wildly and misses badly)

Glider: (Gets back on her feet and tries to hit Jay from behind, but he catches her punch) Let me go, you old geezer!

Jay: Sorry, daughter. I’m afraid that’s a no can do. You’ve violated the laws of our fair nation, and you must pay the penalty for your actions.

Glider: (Aside) Is this guy for real? (Breaks Jay’s hold) Only if you can keep ahold of me! (Captain Cold finally manages to hit Jay while Jay is attempting to recapture his sister)

Jay: Nice try, son, but I’ve gotten out of worse traps than this before! (He breaks free)

Cold: DON’T CALL ME SON! (Starts shooting wildly again as Glider begins to enter the bank)

Jay: (Dodges Cold’s blasts and grabs Glider) Oh, no, you don’t, child.

Glider: (Steps on his foot; Jay screams and releases her) Oh, yes, I do.

Jay: (Aside) As much as I hate to admit it, Joan’s worries may be more valid than I wanted to admit. These younger villains are wearing me down pretty well. (Manages to grab the Glider again, only for both to be hit by a wild shot from Cold, who runs over and smashes the ice around his sister. Jay vibrates free a few seconds later, but both villains have moved out of his way in the meantime)

Glider: (Aside to Cold) How is it possible that this old guy is harder to fight than the other two?

Cold: (Aside to Glider) Never mind that-just get into the bank! (He starts shooting again and Glider moves towards the bank, only to be stopped for the second time by our hero. Cold stops shooting when this happens to avoid hitting his sister again)

Glider: We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Grandpa.

Jay: Well, if all goes as planned, child, you won’t be meeting me for several years.

Glider: Why do you keep calling me child? I’m your enemy, not some dopey little kid.

Jay: Force of habit, I’m afraid. After all, you and your brother are young enough to be my children-though I would have raised my children to have better manners.

Cold: SHUT UP, FLASH! (He rushes at Jay, who dodges him, manages to keep a hold on Glider, and then handcuffs both of them)

Glider: Well, this is turning out to be a lousy birthday!

Jay: It’s your birthday?

Glider: Yeah.

Jay: Then I am sorry that you and your brother were foolish enough to break the law on it, child.

Cold: Stop calling her that.

Jay: Why? It’s not an insult.

Cold: It’s what Lewis used to call her. If that’s not an insult, I don’t know what is.

Jay: Who?

Cold: Our “father”. He treated us like trash. If that’s being someone’s child, I’d rather die.

Jay: (Aside) So that’s why he kept-pardon the horrible pun-losing his cool. When I called him son, it seems I was bringing back some ugly memories. (To Cold) Very well, then. I’ll stop calling her child.

Cold: Good. No one upsets my baby sister.

Glider: Before you take me away, old man, would you mind bringing me something real quick? It was the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten.

Jay: I’m afraid I don’t trust you two enough to leave you alone here. If you want to see it, I’ll have to take you with me.

Glider: (Aside) Well, it was worth a shot- and I do want to see it. (To Jay) Okay, that works. The gift’s in our hideout on Seventh and Main.

(Cut to hideout)

Jay: Which one is it?

Glider: The doll. (Jay hands it to her)

Cold: But I thought you said you didn’t like it!

Glider: Lenny, she isn’t the present-the fact that you spent 25 years looking for her is. Having a brother like you was the best present of all.

Cold: Aww, shucks. It was nothing, sis.

Jay: Now who sounds like a bad TV show?

Glider: It’s still you, gramps.

Jay: Unfortunately for the two of you, you still have quite a debt to pay to society. Let’s get you back where you belong.

Act V

(Joan and Wizard are still sitting at the counter. Joan has a cup of coffee now)

Wizard: And then I got a concussion.

Joan: (Aside) Well, one thing’s for sure: this fellow wasn’t kidding when he said that I didn’t know the half of his self-destructive lifestyle! In fact, I’m slightly surprised he’s still alive. (To Wizard) And this was before you dropped out of high school?

Wizard: Two weeks after, actually.

Joan: I’m starting to think you might need more help than I can give you, Mr. Mardon.

Wizard: Told you. (Pause) And just call me Mark.

Joan: Well, Mark, have you ever considered seeing a counselor?

Wizard: You mean a shrink? No way, lady. I’m stupid, not crazy.

Joan: Going to a counselor doesn’t mean you’re crazy. In fact, a lot of the time, it means that you’re smart enough to realize that you need help to change.

Wizard: Who said I wanted to change?

Joan: No one-but by your own testimony, you’re responsible for the mess you’re in right now, and nothing will get better for you until you decide to change your life.

Wizard: Seriously, are you sure you never met Clyde? Because you sound just like him.

(Enter Jay)

Jay: Hello, Joan.

Joan: Hello, sweetheart. What a pleasant surprise!

Jay: Well, I already recaptured Captain Cold and the Golden Glider, so I decided to stop by and visit my lovely wife.

Joan: Oh, Jay, stop flattering me.

Wizard: Your husband is the Flash?

Joan: Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to mention that! Mark, this is my husband, Jay Garrick, the first Flash. Jay, this is Mark Mardon. He and I have been having a little chat.

Jay: Joan, get away from him-now!

Joan: Why? He’s not bothering me.

Jay: Joan, Mark Mardon is the Weather Wizard!

Joan: You’re a supervillain?

Wizard: Yeah.

Joan: When were you planning on mentioning that fact?

Wizard: Well, I wasn’t planning on mentioning it at all, because I assumed that you knew who I was. Although, now that I think about it, your not knowing would explain why you didn’t freak out when you saw me. (Pause) No hard feelings, right?

Joan: I’m not sure what I’m feeling, honestly.

Jay: How long have you been here together?

Joan: About an hour, I think.

Jay: And you never recognized him?

Wizard: Well, in her defense, I’m out of costume and you and I haven’t fought much. There wasn’t all that much of a reason for her to recognize me without my gear.

Jay: And you didn’t realize that she was my wife?

Wizard: Nope. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her before.

Jay: Son, if I find out that you’re lying about that and this was a plan to kidnap her or something, you will regret it.

Wizard: Kidnap her? Why? I don’t hate you nearly enough to do something like that-and besides, I’d have to be crazy to kidnap her now. My wand’s been broken for a week, and I can’t fix it, so I’d have to have a death wish to make you angry at me.

Jay: You can’t control the weather any more?

Wizard: Sadly, no-and that means that you won’t be hearing from the Weather Wizard again. Without the wand, I don’t have the talent to be a supervillain, and if word got out that one of the Rogues was back to picking pockets, I’d be the joke of the underworld. I’d rather quit crime than go through that sort of humiliation.

Joan: Well, while I certainly don’t admire your reasoning, I’d say that quitting crime is the best life decision you’ve ever made, Mark. At the very least, it’ll certainly make the city safer.

Wizard: Okay, so now what happens?

Jay: I don’t know. That would depend on whether you’ve committed a crime since you got out on parole four months ago.

Wizard: Why would I tell you if I had?

Joan: Because if you do, he’ll be a lot less angry than if you lie to him and he finds out later.

Wizard: You make a good point, lady. (To Jay) I tried to rob a gas station by knocking out the power, but before I could actually knock out the power or do anything, I got struck by lightning and my wand broke, so I didn’t actually try to steal anything. Is that attempted robbery?

Jay: I’m afraid we’ll have to let a jury decide that, son.

Wizard: And since I don’t have my weather wand, I ain’t about to get humiliated by trying to escape from a guy with super speed and then failing.

Joan: You know, for a man with such limited common sense, it’s amazing how practical you can be when it helps you save face.

Wizard: Well, considering I already lost a million dollars and my powers, I’ve kinda had my fill of being laughed at and called an idiot for the year.

Joan: So, you can change after all.

Wizard: (Shakes head) Lady, you’re something else. I’m not sure if it’s a good something else or a stupid something else, but you’re something else.

Jay: All right, son, time to go.

Wizard: (To Joan) See you around, lady. It was nice talking to you.

Joan: I suppose I’m glad you appreciated it. Good-bye, Mark.

(Jay exits with Wizard, then returns)

Jay: Are you alright, Joan?

Joan: Yes, I’m fine. He didn’t really do anything to hurt me, after all.

Jay: Oh, thank goodness. If he’d hurt you, I’d never forgive myself.

Joan: See, now you know how I feel!

Jay: Why, Joan, I think you’re right!

Joan: Have I ever mentioned that I love you?

Jay: I’m not sure. You know how our memories get at our age.

Joan: (Laughs) Well, then, Jay, I love you more than you can imagine.

Jay: And I love you to the moon and back.

(They kiss)

Joan: Oh, that reminds me-I need to go to Betsy’s house! My, I can’t imagine what she’ll think when I tell her that I had coffee with a supervillain!

Jay: The same thing that I do: that you’re the bravest, kindest woman on the face of the Earth. (Pause) Do you want me to take you to her house before I go back on patrol?

Joan: Oh, of course!

Jay: Then your chariot awaits you, my lady.

Joan: Oh, Jay, that’s so cheesy!

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courtofjurdan · 4 years

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One Chance part 10

Jurdan College AU - Previous chapter

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Jude didn’t know what to think. She was having a kid….. with Cardan Greenbriar. This can’t be true. There had to be a mistake somewhere. Maybe there is another Jude Duarte in the hospital. Most likely not but could be.

All while Jude was in thought, Cardan just stared at her and waited for her to talk, but when he realized she was almost in a shock-like state, he squeezed her hand and ever so gently said, “Jude?”

Jude looked up at him with tears brimming her eyes. Her breathing started to come in heavy pants as she said, “Cardan… I...I..”

He shushed her. “Jude it’s okay. It’s okay.” Her breathing was still heavy so he placed her hand on his chest. “Breathe, Jude. You can do anything. You’ve proven that much.” Cardan wanted to ask who the father was. He doesn’t know if Jude has been with anyone. He was going to ask but he thought it was best to wait.

He remembers the party he had when He woke up to Jude in his bed the next morning, and he was naked. He asked if they did anything rather than kiss but she didn’t know. Little did she know, when Cardan changed the sheets of his bed, he found a little bit of blood on them. So he might have done more than kiss.

When her breathing slowed down, and she was quiet, Cardan said, “How about you just take it easy and rest as best as you can and I’ll call your family and friends, okay?”

Jude nodded then said, “Don’t tell them. Please.” He didn’t have to ask what it was she didn’t want told, he knew.

“I won’t, Jude, I promise. I’ll be right back after I call, that is if you want me to?”

Jude nodded.

Cardan went out into the hallway to call Taryn and Jude’s court of friends. He felt like he was walking on a fine line right now. He was surprised she didn’t blow up at him, but then he might not be the father if she isn’t mad at him. Or it’s just she’s still in shock.

“Hey Taryn, you're not busy are you?”

“Umm, no. Is this Cardan? Why are you calling from my sister's phone?”

“Well, we got in a car accident and we were on a motorcycle when a car ran a red light and hit us. Jude is okay. She got banged up pretty bad, has a serious concussion but nothing that won’t go away on it’s own. They are keeping her for observation to just make sure everything is okay.”

“You let my sister ride on a motorcycle!” Taryn was yelling at him through the phone that he had to pull it back from his face.

“Well she was actually driving it. But I can’t change the past. Trust me, I regret it.”

Taryn breathed a sigh. “Okay well, I’ll be there in a little bit. Text me floor and room number.”

“Will do.”

“And Cardan?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for staying with her.”

“No problem.”

And at that they hung up the phone. He then called Liliver from Jude’s phone. And let me tell you, she was even angrier than Taryn.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE WAS DRIVING IT?!?!”

“Liliver I know, it was a mistake.”

“Yeah it was. Use your freaking head. My gosh. Well, me and the boys will be there soon. Don’t do anything else that’s stupid.”

Liliver didn’t give him a pleasant goodbye like Taryn though.

Cardan felt ashamed. Ashamed that he let her drive it. Even more ashamed that she got hurt from doing it. People were mad at him. He was mad at himself. The guilt was crushing him inside. Why do I have to be such an idiot, he thought.

He quietly walked back in and found her asleep. She looks so peaceful. So relax. He couldn’t help himself when there was a piece of hair in her face, he had to move it. And then he dropped a kiss on her forehead for good measure.

Maybe he was showing her all this attention because he felt bad. Or maybe he has feelings he doesn’t want to admit. He’s never felt so pulled to someone before.

Not too long after she fell asleep, Taryn, Liliver, Van, and Garret came into the room. Cardan was sitting in the chair beside her bed. He put a finger to his lips to tell them to talk quieter.

Cardan could see some of their eyes widen at the state of Jude. She had bruises on the side of her face, on her arms, had small and large cuts all over, had her head bandaged from the big cut on the back of her head. And then Cardan was full of cuts and bruises also.

Garret spoke to Cardan first, “How is she doing?”

“Doing good. The doctor told her to get lots of rest so she’s been sleeping for about three hours.”

Garret nodded then said, “How are you? You looked pretty banged up also.”

Cardan was surprised they cared about his well-being. He hasn’t even really looked at himself yet, he’s been too caught up with Jude.

“I’m fine. Just sore.”

“I hope you get to feeling better.”

“Thank you.”

Garret and Taryn's relationship must be going well. Taryn walked in on Garret’s arm. If Jude was awake she would be proud.

At this moment, Cardan realized he was very hungry. It’s been awhile since he’s eaten anything.

Cardan says to Garret, “I’ll be back shortly. I’m going to the cafeteria. Can I get you anything?”

“No I’m good but thank you. And don’t worry we’ll watch her.”

Cardan gave a slight nod in response.

He walked down to the cafeteria and found that not many people were there. So he found a pizza bar and grabbed him a couple slices of cheese pizza, and then he went to sit at a table.

The pizza was as good as cafeteria pizza could get. But he was hungry so he didn’t care if it tasted like cardboard, he would have still eaten it.

When Cardan was done he threw his stuff away and walked back to the room. He opened the door and saw Jude sitting up. He gave her a smile and she waved at him. Cardan went and sat back in the chair beside her bed.

Jude and her sister and friends were just carrying on conversation while Cardan stayed silent. After about an hour of talking and laughing, Jude started to yawn again which had them wanting to leave so she could rest more.

After they left, he looked at her and said, “Can I get you anything?”

“I - nevermind. No I’m good.”

Cardan brows knitted together as he took her hand and said, “Jude tell me and I’ll go get it.”

“No you're probably sore and I don’t want to make you because if you know I want it then you’ll do it.”

“Jude I’m not that sore. I can walk fine. What is it? “

Cardan was pretty sore, but Jude didn’t have to know that.

“I’m really hungry and this hospital food isn’t hitting the spot. But there is a McDonald’s right beside the hospital.”

Cardan said with a smile on his face, “What would you like me to get you?”

Jude gave a smile in return, “I want a ten piece chicken nugget, medium fry, and a large sweet tea.”

“Yes ma’am. I will go get it. If you need anything else, please call me.”

Jude nodded her head, and Cardan was off to McDonald’s. He got her food and went back. When he walked in she was sitting up, playing on her phone.

When she saw the bag of food, she said, “YESSS!!”

Cardan just shook his head and said with a smile, “Are you really that hungry?”

Jude gave him a stare that said really. “I am eating for two just in case you forgot.”

Oh yeah, Cardan thought. “That’s right.”

Cardan took a seat in the chair beside her bed and drank the drink he got for himself.

She said, looking down at her food, “Well I guess a congratulations is in order for you too. You are the baby’s father, you know.”

Cardan was wide eyed and surprised. He thought he could be but he wasn’t sure.

When he didn’t speak she continued, “I lied to you that day. I was sore but I didn’t want to admit it. I understand if you don’t want anything to do with the baby-”

Cardan interrupted her, “No, no, I want to be part of its life. I want to help in any way I can. Wow this is not how I expected this to ever happen, but I am happy. So I assume you are keeping the baby?”

Jude took a bite of her chicken nugget, “Yeah I think I will. I just think of my mom and how excited she would be and it makes me just want to be the mom she was.”

Cardan was skeptical to ask but he decided to any way, “Jude, did you really not know you were pregnant?”

Her eyes were wide, but she spoke anyway, “No I didn’t know. I look back now and it makes a lot of sense. I was late but I never noticed with…. all the other stress. And I have been having morning sickness a lot. And I have just started having a bigger appetite. So yeah, it makes sense why I was feeling like I did.”

“Oh okay. The day I came and you weren’t feeling good, do you think it was morning sickness?”

“Yeah it probably was.”

Cardan stands up and gives Jude a gentle hug, saying, “Thank you for letting me be a part of the baby’s life. It means a lot.”

Jude just smiled at him. He sat back down in the chair and turned the tv on. Him and Jude watched tv until Cardan fell asleep in the chair.

“Hey Cardan.” Jude spoke softly.

When he didn’t answer she spoke a bit louder, “Cardan.”

“Yeah, are you okay?”

Jude giggled at his disheveled self. “Yeah I’m okay. You can go home and sleep. That chair doesn’t look comfortable.”

“Oh, well, I was going to stay with you but if you want me to leave, I will.”

Jude was surprised, “You were going to stay?”

“Yeah, I don’t want you here alone.”

“Oh okay. You can stay. I just thought you would be more comfortable at home.”

“I’ll be good. Sleep well, Jude. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Nurses were coming in all night long to make sure everything was okay. It kept waking both of them up. Until about 8 o’clock, Cardan decided to get up for good. He looked over at Jude who was just starting to open her eyes.

“Hey, Good morning. Cardan said softly.

“Hi.” Jude said with a small, tired smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m just sore. Probably like you.”

Cardan nodded his head and gave a smile.

About ten minutes later someone came in with breakfast for Jude and then a nurse came in telling Jude she had to have a CT scan of her head to make sure the bleeding didn’t become worse.

Cardan went to get breakfast at the cafeteria while Jude was having her scan. He went back to the room and waited on her to come back. She has to take extra precautions in a scan because of the baby.

When Jude came back, an OB-GYN doctor came to talk to her about the baby.

“Hello I’m Dr. Tatterfell. I’m going to be your ob-gyn doctor. I will monitor your baby. I looked over the ultrasound from yesterday and the baby looked good. Nothing was wrong. The heartbeat sounded great. There is only one thing I’m worried about. Your weight. You are far too underweight to be 9 weeks pregnant. Is there a reason you're underweight?”

Jude looked hesitant to speak, but Cardan grabbed her hand and gave it a slight squeeze, “I just went through something quite stressful and eating just wasn’t my top priority. I have gained some of my weight back but not quite all.”

Dr. Tatterfell looked at her with understanding, and said, “Okay well really try to eat more. Even if you don’t feel like it. I don’t want any nutrition issues down the road. Do you know who the father is?”

“Yes. He’s the Dad.” Jude said, gesturing to Cardan.

“Okay, well I would like to see you at 12 weeks and I expect for you to have gained some weight. I will have a nurse come in to set an appointment up. Congratulations to both of you.”

It was Cardan who said, “Thank you.” And he nodded his head towards her.

After she left Cardan turned to Jude, “Well I’m glad everything looks good. But Jude really try to do what she tells you. I want both of you to stay healthy.”

“I will, Cardan. I will.”

Soon enough a nurse came in and made an appointment and she said that the CT scan looked better so she said that she may go home. But she had to go home under the supervision of someone. To make sure she’s safe.

Cardan was happy that Jude didn’t explode in anger about the baby. That’s what he thought she would do once the doctor left the room but she was in too much shock. It’s not that she didn’t want to have children, she just didn’t think she would have one this young, 19 years old. But she was still in too much shock to even convey her future. She’s in too much shock to even have some sort of emotion for this.

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I hoped you guys liked this. This was not how this was suppose to turn out at all, but I think I like it better than what I originally planned. It was suppose to be angsty but I couldn’t put it in my heart to make it very angsty because I really like fluff but I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to give me prompts on what you would like to see happen.

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marie and her nutcracker prince

Hey guys! I'm sorry for dropping out of daminette december, I felt bad so I decided to make a lil fic! This is based on the ballet the nutcracker, well kinda i fixed it up a bit and I added a bunch of things. Instead of a big party shown in the ballet, I made it a small family get together and the battle scene is just crack LOL and i barely explained the dances IM SORRY DHFDJS!! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy! Also thanks for helping me @fsketchart I LOVE U

Dazzling lights twinkled around the room, as colors danced. A wonderful aroma filled the room, mixed with sugarplum, gingerbread, any type of sweet you can think of! It was there!

Marie and her little brother, Fritz were huddled next to each other by the warmth of the fireplace, staring at the lovingly wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree.

“What do you think is in this one?” Marie questioned, pointing at a small gift wrapped in a stunningly gold and pink paper.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we find out?” Fritz grabbed it quickly and gave it a quick shake. There was a jostling sound from inside the box, as Fritz smiled.

“You two better be careful, We don’t want any broken gifts do we?” A voice spoke softly from behind.

Marie and Fritz quickly turned around to see who it was .

“Uncle Alfred!” they both giggled with glee, right before jumping into his arms. The man smiled brightly as he pulled them close, wrapping them in his warmth.

“Why, if it isn’t my two favorite grandchildren! How have you two been! You two have been behaving yourselves, right?” Alfred kneeled down to meet the two children in the eyes.

“Yes Uncle Alfred!” they both cheered while nodding their head rapidly.

“Both of you close your eyes! I have something very special for you two.”

“Ok!” they both cheered. They closed their eyes, tightly shut. They grinned ear to ear in anticipation, as they heard Alfred prepare the gifts.

“You can open them up now!”

They both quickly spun around and saw small and large gifts laid around them. Fritz quickly launched himself towards his gift pile and opened them rapidly.

“A toy soldier!” Fritz cheered while raising it up. “I love it Uncle Alfred! Thank you!” he said while jumping into his arms.

“It’s quite no problem, Fritz...Marie? You’re awfully quiet. Is something wrong?” Alfred questioned, with concern in his voice.

“It's a nutcracker…” Marie said while caressing the nutcrackers cheek. “I-Its beautiful. Thank you, Uncle Alfred.” Marie said while putting down her new gift and joining in the hug.

While this moment was very heartwarming, Fritz thought it was a good idea to test out Marie’s new nutcracker. He quickly grabbed a rather large chestnut from the dining room and shoved right into the mouth of the nutcracker. He quickly pushed down on the lever in the back and… Snap!

“Whoops…”

Marie and Alfred quickly jumped back and slowly turned around to see Fritz holding the nutcrackers head in his hand.

“What did you do!?” Marie screamed accusingly while running towards the massacre.

Walnut shells were everywhere. Bits of the wooden nutcracker soldier were on the ground. And Fritz… poor, innocent Fritz held its head in his hands.

“You broke him!” Marie cried. She rushed over to see the remains of the nutcracker.

“I-I didn't mean it! I just wanted to see if it actually worked! Im sorry! Uncle Alfred can fix it! Right Uncle Alfred?” Fritz screamed.

“I don't know about that...may I see him?” He asked.

Fritz slowly handed over the head and body to his Uncle. They watched nervously as their uncle scanned the poor nutcracker. They practically jumped out of their skin when they saw their uncle jolt out of the room.

“I’m really sorry, Marie. I didn't mean it, I promise,” Fritz whispered softly, looking towards the ground.

“Its alright Fritz, Uncle Alfred will fix him. But next time be careful ok?” Marie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Alfred quickly walked back into the room, with a fixed nutcracker in his arms.

“He's going to be ok. Just don't be too harsh with him.” The children gasped with joy and nodded their heads furiously.

“Thank you Uncle!” both of them cheered while returning to their toys.

They both sat underneath their Christmas tree playing with their toys that felt like hours. Fritz was slowly drifting to sleep, and Marie was just getting started. She was not going to leave this nutcracker for awhile. She adored this little wooden doll.

“Alright kiddos. Time to sleep.” Alfred said while picking up the sleeping Fritz.

“B-but! I'm not tired!” Marie protested.

“You'll have time to play with your nutcracker prince tomorrow, Marie. Now come on let's get you to bed.” Alfred said while offering her a hand.

“Fine...” Marie whispered while placing her doll down by the Christmas tree.

Marie was NOT going to sleep tonight. It has been about two hours since her Uncle Alfred tucked her in and she hasn't closed her eyes a single time. All she could think about was her new nutcracker. Gosh she loved that thing so much. They wouldn't mind if I went down to play with him right? Marie questioned. She didn't think twice. She quickly threw on her night robe and slippers and tip-toed her way down.

Marie slowly made her way to the living room and looked around the pillar leading to the room. The coast is clear! She quickly sprinted towards the tree and grabbed the doll and launched herself towards the couch. She spent about two hours playing with the doll before feeling rather tired. He wouldn't mind if I rested my eyes for two minutes would he? Marie quickly fell asleep with her nutcracker cradled in her arms. Her dreams were filled with exciting exciting events of the Christmas Eve party and her new toys. But she was quickly awaken by a loud crash coming from behind the tree. She quickly jumped behind the couch and looked up. Are those.. RATS? Before she could think twice of the events that were occuring she felt a sudden cold feeling run through her body. Her nutcracker was missing. Her favorite doll was missing. She was quickly knocked out of her panic when a mysterious voice yelled something.

“Rat King and his rats! Why the sudden outburst?” He yelped.

Marie quickly looked up and… MY NUTCRACKER??? WHAT THE HOLY CHESTNUTS WAS GOING ON? She quickly looked him up and down. He was handsome. He was covered in a silky suit and his hair was pushed back that was hidden under his helmet. He had the most beautiful eyes. Emerald green. She quickly was knocked out of her thoughts once again by screaming.

“I am here to kill you and your army! You do not stand a chance!” The Rat King sneered.

“We aren't going down without a fight. Now go my toy soldiers fight!” The nutcracker yelled.

Quickly Fritz's toy soldiers that he received earlier became life sized and was fighting off the Rat King and his rats. But the battle was pure chaos. They did not stand a chance against the rats. The soldiers were practically kids. They were dropping like flies. Without thinking Marie quickly took off her left slipper and yelled.

“Hey Rattie! Take a load of this!” She screamed while chucking her slipper towards his head.

“Marie no!” The nutcracker yelled.

The Rat King slowly turned around to face Marie and time froze.

“Why you spoiled little brat! Rats get her!” He screamed.

Holy sugarplum!

Marie had been running for what it felt like hours. She ran through the house and was suddenly cornered into a wall.

“You're going to regret trying to fight me, Marie.” The Rat King sneerled.

A loud boom filled the room and the Rat King and his rats fell to the ground.

“You're going to regret scaring my Angel.” The nutcracker said before stabbing him in the back.

He shviled to the ground and the nutcracker ran to Marie.

“Are you alright Marie?” He questioned.

“How-” Marie sputtered for word, “How do you know my name? A-And Angel?” Marie questioned.

“You were playing with me earlier, I was turned into a nutcracker by the Rat King but some unfamiliar magic turned my soldiers and I back. And you remind me of an Angel. You saved me.” He said.

“Oh that makes sense…. I-I'm glad you're alright…”Marie trailed off while looking towards the ground. Why am I so flustered?

“Thank you, Now let's go, the kingdom is waiting for you.”

“The kingdom? What kingdom? We are at my house- Wait where are we?”

“We are at my kingdom, The Land of Sweets. They are honoring you because you helped out with fighting the Rat King.”

“I just threw a shoe at him. How did I help?”

“Well you see.. The Rat King has been terrorizing our land for awhile. He would go on rampages, destroying are villages, and taking our supplies. Our armies were hopeless. We have been trying for months to capture him, and then you came along.”

“Oh I see.. I'm glad I was able to help.”

“Now that we are done with that. Shall we, Angel?” He said while offering his hand. His green eyes twinkled with adventure.

“We shall.”

As they entered the Land of Sweets, they were greeted with applause and cheering. Children were laughing and confetti was flying everywhere. Marie not used to the sudden commotion and shrunk into herself.

“Is this too much for you?” He questioned.

“No! No not at all! I'm just not used to it, that's all.”

“Well you should get used to it, No one’s going to shut up about it for a while.” He smirked.

They both shared a quick laugh together before being interrupted by someone clearing their throat from behind them.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Marie and Damian,” the mysterious voice said.

“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable!” a voice spoke.

“Quiet down Jason, you’ll scare her.”

“But he’s right! She is adorable!”

They both quickly turned around and met eyes with 4 handsome gentlemen. The tallest one wore a white and red suit with three small golden buttons going down the front part. The second one wore an all white suit with sparkles that were shaped like snowflakes dancing around him. The third wore a white and light green suit that had different kinds of flowers embroidered on it. And finally the last wore sheer purple trousers with small sparkles sewed into it.

“Hello father… and brothers.”

“Hello, Damian, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

“This is Marie. She helped us battle the Rat King.”

“H-hi,” Marie whispered.

“You’re so cute and small!” Jason said as he ran up to her and circled around.

“Jason, quit it! You’re making her uncomfortable!” Damian sneered.

“It’s alright, Damian, I’m fine. nice to meet you Jason and…”

“The others are my brothers, Dick, and Tim. Jason is the Evergreen prince, Dick is the Snow Queen’s cavalier, and Tim is the Arabian Prince. They all traveled here to celebrate and to dance for you.”

“Dance? That's so sweet of you all!” Marie chirped.

“It's no problem, Marie. Now, let's get to your seat so you can watch.”

“Oh! Alright!”

As Damian and Marie got to their seats, Many girls dressed up in wonderful tutus made their way onto stage, the last two to enter was Dick and a girl. She was wearing the most beautiful dress Marie has ever seen. It was like the other girls but it was much more flowy and it had a much more detailed design. She had on a tiara with many different rhinestones that glimmered in the sunlight.

“Those are the snowflakes. And in the middle That’s Kori and Dick. Kori is married to Dick and she’s the Snow Queen.” Damian whispered.

“Wow..she's gorgeous.” Marie trailed off.

The dance started almost immediately, the snowflakes were twirling around the two in the middle while Dick picked up Kori and placed her onto his shoulder. As the dance ended the crowd roared. Both Dick and Kori walked up to the pair sitting and threw snowflakes around them. Marie stared at them with adoration while Damian stared at her.

As the rest of the snowflakes made their way off the stage, small little angels made their way to the stage and sat down at the side. A women in a pink tutu walked gracefully onto the stage and started to dance.

“Thats Selina, My mother. She is the Sugar Plum Fairy while my father is the Sugar Plum cavalier. He’ll be on stage soon I believe.”

“Oh I see..”

The Sugar Plum Cavalier made his way onto the stage to join his fairy in the dance. The dance was beautiful. They were in synced with each other.

“Wow.. They seem very close.” Marie whispered.

“Yes, they are… I hope I could find someone that completes me as Selina does Bruce.” Damian said while looking at Marie.

“M-Me as well,” Marie stuttered and quickly looked back at the dancers. Get it together, Marie!

The dance ended and the Sugar Plum Cavalier and Sugar Plum Fairy run up to the pair and bowed. Selina walked forwarded and greeted Marie.

“Hello Marie! I'm sorry I couldn't greet you earlier, I had to get ready for the celebration.”

“It's not a problem! I'm glad I got to meet you!”

“You too.. Damian, do treat the lovely young lady with respect,” Selina spoke firmly, with a soft smile. Quickly, she turned her heel and left, leaving the two flustered kids in an awkward silence.

“Apologies on my mother’s behalf. She has made a habit of being a little too forward sometimes.”

“Ah, I see..it’s no problem.”

They spoke for a little bit, but was soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. Tim and a group full of girls ran around the stage. The girls were wearing outfits that looked similar to the princess Jasmin. Their hair was in ponytails with small hair ties in them. One girl ran up to Marie and gave her a light blue scarf.

“For you, Miss Marie.”

“Thank you” Marie spoke softly while struggling to wrap it around herself. Her hair was getting in the way, and she tried to hide her frustration. Damian shook his head, smiling.

“Allow me to help you,” Damian said while pulling her hair back.

“Thank you, Dami.”

“Dami?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh, apologies! It was a slip of the tongue. Is it alright if I called you, Dami?” Damian smiled, and nodded.

“It would be an honor, Angel.”

As the dance ended Tim made his way towards the pair with the others.

“How’d you like the dance Marie?”

“Oh it was splendid! Absolutely marvelous! I was enchanted.” Tim smiled.

“I'm glad you liked it. Jason is next, you’re in for a treat.”

“Oh! I'm excited.”

As they were talking many girls dressed up in dresses with many different shades of pink ran onto the stage. Their hair was pulled up into a high bun that was secured with flowers. While they were preparing for the dance, Jason ran into the middle and raised his hand. Flowers burst out of the sky, and a flower crown was magically placed onto Marie’s hair.

Cute. Damian thought.

As the dance finished Jason ran up to them.

“So pixie-pop! Did you like it?” He questioned.

“Of course! I adore the flower crown you made me! It's so lovely!” she chirped.

“‘I’m glad you enjoyed it- oh! Bows are starting! I’ll see you guys soon!”

As he ran back all of the dancers came onto the stage for bows. The crowd cheered for them. While everyone was having a good time, no one noticed the group of rats and their king enter into the stage. A bunch of explosions were set off and the group on stage went into a fighting stance.

“What’s going on, Dami?” Marie questioned while gripping his arm. Damian avoided eye contact.

“That rats, they’re back. You stay here,” Damian spoke firmly.

“Absolutely not! I will not stand idly by when you all could use my help!”

“Angel, no. If you were to get hurt because of me I would never forgive myself. I'm starting to feel things I have never felt before. Please. I can't lose you.” Marinette looked into his eyes, and sighed. She looked away.

“Alright…but should things turn for the worse, I will not stand by. Do stay safe...for me?”

“I will,” Damian said while placing a kiss to her temple and running off.

The fight was nasty. It was way worse from the first one. Instead of small little swords they had full on metal swords. The rats were not winning but they were close. Marie was watching Damian closely. He was trying to fight off a group of rats when the Rat King swung his sword at him at his side.

“Dami!” Marie screamed while running towards them.

“Damian, oh my gosh are you ok?” Damian grunted as a response but nodded.

Marie quickly removed the scarf she received from Tim and pressed it against the wound. In response he flinched but still remained in the same spot.

“Dami, can you hear me?”

“Y-Yes Angel. I-Im sorry,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Dami! Damian no!” Marie sobbed as she pulled him into her chest.

Marie woke up in a cold sweat, facing the ceiling of her bedroom. She froze for a moment, before she processed where she was. She quickly moved around to feel for her nutcracker.

“Where is he? W-Where's Damian?” Marie yelled.

She quickly jumped out of bed and slipped into her robe and slippers. She quickly ran downstairs but missed a few steps and landed onto the floor. She scrambled up and ran towards the tree. He wasn't there. Marie quickly pushed around the presents that laid under the tree but still couldn't find him. She quickly moved over to the couch but their was still no luck. A few footsteps knocked her out of her panic, she quickly turned around and met eyes with her uncle Alfred and her brother Fritz.

“Uncle Alfred! You will not believe what happened yesterday! I went upstairs right? And I couldn't go back to sleep so I snuck downstairs to play with my nutcracker but then when I came he turned into a real life nutcracker! And your toys, Fritz, they turned into real life soldiers! There was this Rat King and his rats and they fought! I threw my shoe at him! And then we won! And and then the nutcracker prince took me back to the Land of Sweets and people from the lands danced for me! I got this scarf from Tim! And then when they were finished we got ambushed and then.. Oh my gosh Dami! He got stabbed what happened to him!” Marie shouted.

“Settle down Marie! I don't know what kind of dream you had last night but I need to introduce you to someone.”

“B-but Uncle Alfred! I need to find Dami!”

“He can wait. Now come.”

“Ugh fine! But I don't think this is really important-”

A tall boy turned around and met eyes with Marie. Emerald Green.

“D-Dami?”

“Angel?” Damian asked, while running up to her. Marie ran up to him, and hugged him. They embraced each other as Marie almost broke into tears.

“I thought you were stabbed?” Marie spoke, just barely in a whisper.

“I did but I’m fine now. Oh my god, Marie I thought I would never see you again. After the battle you disappeared. I went looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere.” Damian was almost about to cry, as he held her tighter, and buried his face into her shoulder.

“Shh, we’re alright now. We are together now.” She said softly, while holding him tighter. She rubbed his back to calm him down.

“What's going on Uncled Alfred?” Fritz asked while tugging on his jacket. Alfred looked confused as he stared at them, trying to make sense of it all. He sighed, before patting him on the head.

“I haven’t got a clue, Fritz.”

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Fusion Talk

A self-ship fic with Lapis and Peridot

Lapis, Peridot, and I didn’t play basketball often, but when we did I made sure to go easy on them since I was taller. To be honest though that was literally my only advantage as I had no basketball skills.

We played a short game where the person who reached 15 points first was the winner. I ended up winning while Peridot had 10 points and Lapis had 8 points.

“Well Peridot you gave me a run for my money,” I commented.

“I have no idea what that means, but I’ll assume it’s a compliment and say thank you,” Peridot replied.

Sometimes I forgot they weren’t used to some human lingo. “No problem,” I said with a chuckle.

“Though if we had Turquoise I swear you’d be lucky to get one point,” Peridot said with a smirk.

“Turquoise... that’s your fusion name, right,” I asked. We rarely talked about fusion, especially after I learned about Lapis’s unfortunate first experience with it, though the subject of fusion rarely came up anyways.

“Yep! That’s our fusion,” Peridot said.

“Hmm, how many fusions have I met? Garnet, Stevonnie a couple times, and ummm- what’s the name that starts with an O?”

“Opal,” Lapis answered.

“Right, Opal. I met her once. So what does Turquoise look like? I mean, you don’t have to fuse to show me, you can just describe what your fusion looks like,” I said.

“Well she’s a little bit taller than the basketball hoop, a mix of blue and green, an interesting accent, ummm... that’s all I got. It’s been a pretty long time since we’ve fused,” Lapis said with a shrug.

I nodded. “Well I’d love to meet Turquoise someday, but obviously no pressure on you two,” I said.

“Yeah... we need to be in the right mindset for it. Do you remember how many times we’ve fused,” Lapis asked Peridot.

“Five times. Last time was a little over a year ago when we helped bring that stranded cruise ship back to shore,” Peridot said with a chuckle.

Lapis chuckled with her. “Oh yeah. Those people wouldn’t stop taking pictures of us, it was so weird. But at least they thanked us for the help.”

“And gave us a free trip on a cruise ship! Though we could just easily fly over the ocean. But anyways, yeah it’s been awhile since we formed Turquoise,” Peridot said.

From there the conversation moved on to a different topic. I understood that they needed to be in the right mindset, and I would just have to patiently wait to see Turquoise.

Several weeks later it was a perfect evening for a bonfire by the lake. It was calm, warm, and since it was summer there was still light outside despite it being nearly 9 PM. Since we lived in a forest we had plenty of available firewood. With a few logs and some kindling it didn’t take long for me to get the fire going. As we sat around the bonfire we had the occasional small talk, but also enjoyed the quiet with the only sound being the crackling of the fire and frogs off in the distance.

“Eric have we ever seen you dance,” Lapis suddenly asked.

“Maybe...,” I replied, even though I knew for sure they had not.

“I don’t think we have,” she said with a smirk and took out her phone. After a few clicks she put on some dance music and lended her hand to me. “Let’s dance,” she said enthusiastically.

I sighed contently and took her hand, almost immediately blushing as I put one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her hip. She noticed me blushing and giggled, and I started to chuckle as her laugh was always contagious. Peridot watched from the bonfire, smiling at how much fun we were having. Later on our dance became more slow and intimate. We held each other close, staring into each other’s eyes for a moment. She slowly cusped my cheek and kissed me. Unbeknownst to either of us, her gem was slightly glowing for a moment. As we pulled away from the kiss we kept looking into each other’s eyes. Her’s were like wishing wells; deep and blue.

“Did I do okay dancing,” I asked her shyly.

Lapis giggled. “Of course,” she replied.

I turned to Peridot. “Alright Peridot, your turn!” Lapis and I both chuckled as Peridot blushed and walker over to Lapis. I went back to the bonfire, sat, and watched.

To be honest the only way to describe their dancing was dorky, but it was cute and we were all having a fun time. After awhile they started spinning and laughing together. It was hard to see from the bonfire, but it looked like their gems were glowing. They got brighter and brighter to the point where I had to shield my eyes briefly. After uncovering my eyes a tall figure stood where Lapis and Peridot had been. To both their surprise and mine, they had fused into Turquoise.

My mouth was wide open in shock, and I didn’t know what to say. Turquoise stood still with the facial expression of a deer in the headlights.

After what seemed like a minute I finally began to talk. “Uhhh, hi. Do you... still know me,” I asked shyly.

Turquoise relaxed and giggled. “Of course we do,” she replied.

I gasped upon hearing her voice. “Oh my gosh you have a Scottish accent!”

“A what,” Turquoise asked, slightly confused.

“Scottish! It’s tough to explain, but I’ve been to Scotland before and your accent is exactly like theirs,” I said excitedly.

“Hm, interesting. I knew we had an accent but I wasn’t sure what it was until now,” Turquoise said.

“So, how does it feel,” I asked after calming down from the excitement of seeing my fused partners for the first time.

“It feels... different, but in a good way. To be honest, Lapis wasn’t sure she could ever fuse again after what happened to her, but Peridot and Steven showed her how amazing fusion can be when you’re doing it with someone you love and trust. Garnet also helped with calming techniques,” Turquoise explained.

I walked up to her and hugged as much of her as I could, which was only part of her leg. “I’m really happy for you two. Lapis, I don’t know what fusion feels like, but based on what I’ve seen from Garnet, Stevonnie, and Opal you deserve this kind of fusion. You and Peridot love each other very much, and I’m really happy you get to experience this. And... I know I say this a lot, but I love you two. Sorry, I’m kind of rambling now,” I said and rubbed my neck.

Turquoise sighed contently, a single tear dropping from her eye. She picked me up and held me close. “Thank you Eric, and we love you too. Whether we’re Turquoise or Lapis and Peridot, we love you very much and we hope you always know that.”

I was starting to get a bit emotional as well, and nestled against their cheek. “I do wish I could fuse and experience what you two are feeling,” I said, somewhat sad that I can’t fuse with my partners.

Turquoise rubbed her cheek against mine and gently rubbed my head with one of her fingers. “It’s okay. The way we express our love to you is just as beautiful. You don’t need to fuse to show how much you love us.” She moved me to face her and kissed me. I then leaned my forehead onto Peridot’s gem and felt its warmth.

“Would you like to dance,” I softly asked Turquoise as I looked into her beautiful eyes, one blue and one green.

“We would love that,” she said with a soft smile.

As the fire continued to burn, we slow danced for awhile until the light of the fire and the evening sun was gone. Although I couldn’t fully experience fusion, I could still feel the special bond within Turquoise.

#lapis lazuli #peridot #turquoise #fusion #self-ship #fanfic #steven universe

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