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rainpudding · 3 years

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note; m will be in my next post, someone else already requested it >3

tw; depression,suicide and ed mentioned,alcohol dying and etc..

KAEYA | ANGST ALPHABET

catcall die kidnapped time

Kidnapped (you’re kidnapped)

Most people would say Kaeya would develop a strong alcohol addiction to forget that his lover went missing however I have to strongly disagree.

When Kaeya gets home and he can't find you anywhere he won't think much of it. Maybe you went to visit your family and forgot to tell him, or you're having a sleepover with a friend. On the outside, he seems calm as for the next three days he goes to work acting as nothing happened. But on the inside he is panicking, he gets his work done as soon as possible as he gets home just to sit down on a chair staring at the door. He Is waiting for the door to open and you to appear. He is sitting there for hours and hours.

After a week of you not appearing he blames himself for not reaching for help sooner as it may be too late to found you. He calls knight of favounius and citizens of mondstat goes in groups looking for you. Traveler makes missing posters trying to help at least a little bit.

Kaeya wants to forget you but he slowly loses interest in alcohol, it feels like it lost Its taste.

His public calm image is slowly breaking as his mind is filled with dark imaginations. He slowly forgets to eat meals or to keep himself hydrated.

Apart from Childe who gets obsessive filled with hope, Kaeya gets depressive knowing that there is no possibility you can be okay.

Jean first notices Kaeya's depression when she sees him standing in the middle of the hall. His eyepatch is missing his messy hair covering his eye. He wears only his white shirt as he is visibly confused.

The dehydration and sleep deprivation have a bad impact on him. Jean knows something is wrong and sends him home in order to take a break. Which does not help since Kaeya should have human interaction and get meds not be home.

Diluc gets worried as he makes meals for him carrying them to his house. The house is a mess as Kaeya is unable to clean which results in Dikuc quickly putting Kaeya's mess into the bin trying to clean up at least a little bit.

Kaeya, on the other hand, doesn't want to go to sleep but once he is asleep he doesn't want to wake up. He can't get out of his bed. Becoming more disoriented and slowly forgetting why he is sad in the first place.

He doesn't remember your face anymore, nor your name. He doesn't remember you at all.

And one morning when Diluc opens door to Kaeya's room holding breakfast to his surprise he finds Kaeya in his bed. Melatonin pills everywhere as he slowly realizes Kaeya overdosed himself.

But let's imagine you were found and you came home just before Kaeya got depressed.

You open the door with a crack quickly closing it as you finally feel safe. You were missing for almost three months yet since day one you were dreaming of the moment when you will be able to hug Kaeya again.

You look around finding your shared house slightly messy. The bin is filled with old food. The boxes on tables are also filled with untouched food. You wander around softly smiling at the pictures and decorations.

You pinch yourself just to be sure this is not one of the fantasies you always dreamed about. Opening one of the doors you walk in just to see Kaeya peacefully sleeping in pillows and blankets. His hair messy and his eyepatch still on.

You don't want to wake him up yet you're too excited to wait. You run to him as you hug him tightly. Sweet tears rolling down your cheeks as you sniffle Kaeya's scent.

Kaeya tries to push you away murmuring from his sleep before sleepily opening his eyes. They are dark as the ocean as the sparkles died down. His smirk wasn't decorating his face anymore. Instead, he sighed rubbing his eyes.

You would stroke his cheeks as you hold his chin softly. You're saying reassuring words while smiling with glossy eyes. He finally realizes that you're real. Grabbing your hands to squeeze them and peppering your face with many kisses.

And after a whole hour of hugging each other and you telling him about your kidnapper he decides to go to knights of favounius so they can throw your kidnapper into jail.

However, as he stands up you suddenly stop him as you look at his body. You can see how skinny he got, how his bones are seen, and how his skin is pale. Not to mention the blue hair on the pillow signalizing hair loss.

And you realize that he barely ate. That's why there were boxes with untouched food.

"Later, I'm hungry can we go for lunch first?" You smile brushing your thumb against Kaeya's hand as he nods.

- it would take some time for Kaeya to start taking care of himself again. But when you're with him he is willing to try.

- He will take a break to spend time with you as you cook together and clean the house later even going for a walk.

- eventually, give him few months and he will be healthy again.

Catcall (you’re catcalled and he’s with you)

Same as Diluc, Kaeya is well known and has a reputation. There is no way someone would catcall you on purpose. Yet let's imagine some drunk group catcalling you in front of your boyfriend.

This would go based on how bold they are.

1; if they will call you baby or any pet name maybe hinting something romantic. Kaeya will just chuckle as he is listening to them. He wouldn't get angry as he thinks it's funny how they try to flirt with you. "You should watch what you say, honorary citizens," he smiles as he is supporting his chin.

2; they would get more inappropriate or even try to touch you. This would make Kaeya slightly alerted. When they say something inappropriate he just slowly moves you next to you or into his lap. Or he has a hand around your waist. They will notice him and leave you alone. Yet if they continue even touching you he would be pissed. He doesn't want to make a scene yet he has to make a move. He stood up taking his sword pointing it at the drunk person's chest. He is glaring at that person as the person shivers apologizing. Kaeya's gaze is terrifying. But as soon as the person apologizes he hides his sword sitting next to you again.

The person will probably never come to the tavern again.

Time (you’re ill and only have a few months to live)

Kaeya started noticing that the last few days you didn't felt very well. And the symptoms you were experiencing were quite unique. Pale skin and black bags under the eyes because of insomnia. Hairloss and muscle pain. You not being hungry and constant vomiting. Scars and bruises randomly appearing on your skin.

His eyebrows were scrunched as he had a sad expression on his face. Yet every time you greeted him he quickly smiled and giggled pulling you into a hug and giving you lots of affection. You knew something wasn't right with you too, but you tough maybe it was an allergy or just some mental illness that could go away with few herbs.

Eventually, after the symptoms continuing Kaeya decided to visit Albedo. This resulted in you spending the whole weekend at Albedo's place. He took your blood and saliva, checking your bones and trying to massage the muscles. Taking detailed notes very carefully.

And when the tests were done and you got to know you're slowly dying as your organs are slowly collapsing, you couldn't do anything but blankly stare onto the wall. You felt hopeless. You knew you had few days to live before dying a painful death yet you weren't ready. All your dreams and goals were left in the dust.

Kaeya on the other hand couldn't believe it. He was following Albedo around asking him if It's true and how can he help you. He pinched himself several times, trying to get out of this nightmare. Kaeya grew desperate as he begged Albedo on his knees to make medication. Albedo would of course love to help but he didn't know how so he would dismiss Kaeya over and over.

Kaeya's wasn't mentally well. He would be obsessed with finding some medication. Contacting Baizhu from Lyuie. Spending all his money on different doctors and different people. He didn't even realize that at this time he should pay attention to you and go on dates with you. Instead, he was away in different nations looking for herbs and scientists.

Die (their reaction when you die/your reaction when they die)

And once Kaeya finally arrives home full of despair as he got few herbs but no medication he slowly walks around the room. But before he can hug you and reassure you and spend time with you he finds you on the floor. You were just taking few painkillers writing a diary entry as you collapsed eventually your organs giving in.

He would sit down in panic his eyes glossy as his breathing is slow. "Breathe, common please breathe, to the archons. Lord barbatos y/n breathe," he repeats himself over and over as tears roll down his cheeks. His hands shaking as he cheks your heartbeat.

Your body so cold and your eyes blank. Without a pinch of life. And that's when he breaks down.

Completely sobbing at your dead body. Brushing his hands over your skin as he peppers your face with kisses. "I'm sorry I didn't try harder, I'm useless, I'm a burden. I can't do anything right," he kisses you. But nothing.

You didn't wake up.

He kisses you again expecting you to wake up. In movies, they always wake up.

But this is not a movie.

This is a painful reality.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya #kaeya x you #mihoyo #angst #kaeya angst

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gaymershigh · 3 years

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hulloh! I've only been on tumblr for a few hours, and me and my friend already love your work! Is it ok if I request some TWST parent scenarios with Riddle,Lilia,Sebek,Vil and Floyd? If so, thanks! Also once again, me and my freind love ur works alot!

Of course! Since there's no s/o really mentioned in here but people might still want to be included, s/o will be mentioned just a tiny bit (the kids being biological or adopted is up to you since I want to make the s/o gender neutral.) Also, thanks a lot! I'm still and probably be forever an amateur writer so this means a lot to me 🥺💞💞

Triggers: None

Parents au: Riddle, Lilia, Sebek, Vil and Floyd edition!

From what we've seen, his parents are not the best role models like, at all. They were too strict, pressuring him and treating him like a trophy child. However, he will definitely not treat his child like that at all after Ace slapped him with reality.

He will be a bit strict, having some rules and will scold them if they did something wrong but not as scold them the way his mother does. He won't raise his voice at them, showing them the right path after he scolded them. He will give them freedom and try his best to not make his children suffer the same thing he did, especially when he's the source of the pain.

Though, he might accidentally adapt some things from his mother and project her ways to his children, being completely not self aware. If you're his s/o, please teach him the baby steps to avoid this from this occurring too often.

Unfortunately, having a good life and children won't make his short temper extend. This is the only reason why he doesn't spoil them too much, they might act entitled and may be too late to change them back to the innocent infant they were back then. He tries very hard to control his temper if his children unintentionally knock furniture over or damage something. He just needs a few minutes alone, everything will be back to normal later.

There was one time where his child's birthday was near and decided to bake a cake from scratch, without any assistance from Trey nor his s/o. Thinking he could do it and don't want anyone to underestimate him. He was planning to make a burnt strawberry cheesecake and did the mistake of leaving the oven on for an hour for 400 degrees fahrenheit. The cake went on fire but it tasted very good when he for some reason tasted it. Nobody knew about the incident and the cake was actually used for its purpose. Yay for him, I guess.

He was already pretty outdated in trends when he was in his teens so do expect him to be like a middle aged soccer mom on Facebook every time his children send him memes or something like that. If he does even use any sort of social media and stumbled upon a 'funny' minion meme or something, he will definitely send it to the family group chat. He will make those 5th grade types of edits with one of the family pictures with a "I love my family". It's funny but still wholesome so don't laugh at him.

There is no alternate universe where Lilia isn't a good dad. Silver and his other wards are already an amazing example of how amazing of a parent he is! He has gained a bunch of experience so he got this in the bag.

Though, his way of taking care of children might be different from how it is now. Times have changed, there are probably some new and uncomplicated objects or toys to entertain the baby or child. He would love to go on a shopping trip to buy some fascinating kids toys he found in the toy store. Please stop him from buying everything in there because it looks "intriguing".

If you're his s/o, you're very lucky since if you have a baby who always cries at three in the morning or a kid who really have trouble sleeping, Lilia will sing a lullaby and they'll doze off in any second. He can wake up easily or he'll just always stay up playing his games so you don't even need to break a sweat in this situation.

His kids or any kid in general loves him lots. He will always tell his tales anywhere, anytime. If the kids ask him for a story to tell, he will always have a new one ready to tell. They also make amazing bedtime stories! It can be funny little innocent stories like his funny experiences taking care of his three wards to actual battles he went through. Any story is a good story.

He really got along with his child when they're young and innocent but when they get into their teenage years, oh boy. He will unintentionally embarrasses them but their friends won't mind. If anything, they will love him being around as he's always keeping up with the games and trends, not being a fat, shirtless creepy dad. One of the positive parts about his child growing up is that he can play video games with him just like he did with Silver! Reliving the nice memories.

He would always try to cook something in any opportunity he gets and of course, he gets stopped by either s/o or his own children. Yes, they have to go through the hard way to realize their father is garbage at cooking. He would always try to cook some food everytime something good has happen in order to celebrate but most of the times, he just wants to cook something for them to show how much he loves them. They really made him happy, he finally have a biological/adopted offspring to watch growing up (again).

Sebek unfortunately doesn't have that much time to spend time with his children due to being Malleus' trusted escort. Of course, when he does have free time and is not exhausted he will use the opportunity to spend it with his adorable younglings.

Knowing him, he still loves and worships Malleus but he's no longer his only priority in life when he finally has a life of his own other than just being Malleus' bodyguard. He will ramble and tell so many stories about his young master to his kids. They will be infatuated but will later complain about how everything is just "Malleus this, Malleus that". He will get a bit upset about that comment, so he will only talk about Malleus stories for 3 days a week.

He only has focused his life on guarding Malleus and advancing himself on magic and education. Now that he's now an actual father, this is a new chapter in his life and he's not prepared at all. He will seek Lilia for guidance and of course, Lilia being Lilia will rope him to doing something absolutely ridiculous and he would of course, woefully fall for it. Pretty surprising that no matter how much he has fallen for his teacher's trap, he still seeks him for advice.

His kids will definitely learn how to read fast. He loves reading and he really wants his kids to appreciate it too. He was about to immediately give them the books that have old and poetic language without even knowing what the alphabet was. Lilia put a stop to this and you couldn't even bear seeing how sad he looked because he needs to wait for a few years for him to have little reading buddies. Oh well, it doesn't matter now. He will teach them how to read and appreciate the art of reading no matter how long it takes.

He has exposed his children to a bunch of Malleus propaganda so there's no surprise if the children become just like him. Loud screaming, Malleus worshipping, smart but naive and other things Sebek has. If you're his s/o, please keep the children in check as they might cause problems to the neighbors. As this might be troublesome, it's at least entertaining experience I suppose.

Just like Sebek, he has even less time to spend with his kids as he always has modeling, acting and other businesses to attend. He's probably going to be exhausted when he comes back as well. Though, of course he's going to try to use all his energy to talk to his children till he can no longer open his eyes anymore. He prefers an s/o that is a stay-in mom/dad so the children won't feel lonely while he's gone.

They're definitely gonna grow up just like him. A model, actor, media influencer, or the combination of the three and it's not a bad thing. If they're going on the same route as him, he will teach them in a strict but still in a somewhat caring manner as he has learned a lot from his experience of the VDC boot camp and the overblot incident. He will only show his threatening side if they start to misbehave like those ADeuce rats.

Just because they are his children, doesn't mean they get a free pass if they intentionally neglect or not doing their best at all times, especially when it comes to appearance. He's known to be a neat-freak and a very hard worker to the point it's concerning. He will scold them if more than two pimples pop up on their face but he knows when to cross the line. He learned this easier if their child is rather sensitive and just emotionally fragile in general but they still need to take care of themselves.

He expects his children to follow his footsteps when it comes to where they're schooling. He wants them to enter a prestigious school like he did for his reputation and for the sake of his children's future. This is optional (not really) but he also hopes his children to enter Pomefiore as well and take the dorm head title at least the second week they enroll in this school. If they were sorted to a different dorm, they still want them to have a role in their dorm or in the school at all.

He begs to the Great Seven that paparazzi or desperate losers obsessing over him don't intrude into his personal life, especially if it's about his family. The last thing he wants to witness is his family in pain or being uncomfortable for their whole life. He usually avoids or straight up tells the interviewer that he's not comfortable answering questions when they're going too personal when it's about questions of his family.

You cannot feel anymore blessed when you see his smiling face when he received news about having a vacation. He can finally spend more time with his wonderful kids he's raising with all his heart. He will tell them about some funny incidents in the studio while he was involved in some modeling gig or he will bring them to a private island with gorgeous scenery for both of them to enjoy. Of course, his children's happy faces are more beautiful than the island.

Floyd is seen to be very warm and sweet despite having a very intimidating height. Naturally, he's not going to be ruthless and act the same when it's with his children because it's his children of course, family is precious to him. He has a lot of energy even after a long shift at Mostro Lounge, so he will always spend a lot of time with his kids.

He's physically affectionate so expect him to be always close and wrapping his arms around his children at almost all times. He'll usually let them sit on his lap when they watch TV or sleep with them if they can't go back to sleep because of a nightmare. Headpats are needed, especially if the kids did something good or got good news. Not saying he won't give any headpats if something bad happens, maybe headpats of sympathy perhaps.

He's very patient when it's with his children because he doesn't want his children to fear him when they grow up. If anything, the s/o have to do the scolding to avoid him snapping or anything like the sort. They rarely do anything bad though, since they're aware of how their dad acts from how he treats a dirty burglar who once tried to break in.

Since he's usually very active and hates just standing around, he expects his children to be just like him. It's never boring if your dad is Floyd as he always has something really entertaining to do at most times. If you're his s/o, you have the free entrance to see an eel man dancing around with his kids or playing some basketball either inside or preferably in the backyard. He tried showing the art of parkour but is stopped due to it being very risky. He sulked about this but oh well, once they're ten, they have no choice but to learn it!

Floyd is an amazing cook and he sometimes lets his children be involved like chopping some vegetables or stirring the macaroni. He sometimes teaches them the perfect way of doing it or let's them try doing their own meal with his assistance. There was one time they decided to make one of the weirdest food combinations and try to eat it, he won and ate it all as it was too gross for the kids to eat it. It's not gonna be a surprise if everyone in this household is an expert cook when Floyd is here.

If possible, he really wants to bring his kids at work no matter how troublesome they could get. If Azul has a "bring your kids to work" day (which I doubt of him doing), he's going to bring all his children no matter how many he has. If there's no day like that, who cares! He's bringing his kids anyway and nobody's stopping him. Sure, he will get scolded by Azul but if that's the only thing stopping him then he'll take his chances.

I don't if it's still Christmas or not since I don't celebrate it but if it's still is, Merry Christmas! 🎉 I'll just say this is a Christmas gift for you and your friend, Mouaietaru! Especially for that Jamil and Silver fanfic that you made. It's very good, keep up the fantastic work! ✨✨✨

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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luna-spacedoodles · 3 years

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Spoiler: Rules Were Broken

A Dream Smp x Ever After High AU

Word count: 1,599

Chapter 1 A Royal Tale

Tommy hauled his wagon full of luggage up to the school as Tubbo

walked alongside him with his hands in his pockets.

Tommy grunted to a stop, “Dude why, why can’t you like, help me? Where even is your stuff?”

“All in here, boss man.” Tubbo tipped his comically tiny top hat and Tommy heard a small quack come from inside.

“I- okay can you help me then please?” Tubbo grabbed the handle alongside him and they pulled it together all the way to their dorm.

Tommy bust open the doors and threw a suitcase on his bed quickly following it and flopping in defeat. Tubbo didn’t even make it to his bed before Tommy heard a thud behind him. He didn’t know how long they’d stayed like that until he heard Tubbo placing down his things. Tommy lifted his head to see all his furniture was already there, that was one thing he didn’t have to set up at least.

Tommy opened up his suitcase and started messily throwing the clothes inside to his right, not all of them made it on the bed. Most of them fell onto the floor or got caught on the banister.

“Oh stop dude you’re making a mess.” Tubbo told him after he got a face full of shirt.

“Shut up man, you’re wrong you’re so wrong, I’m being so neat and tidy and shit!” Tommy retaliated only to throw another shirt.

“You literally just missed the bed so far.” Tubbo let out a small laugh at the end and kicked some shorts off his hammock.

Tommy groaned and went to pick up his failed attempts, “Well don’t just sit there if you’re going to groan about it, come help me man!”

“You don’t need my help, you're just shit. Besides I already finished setting up my stuff so that just makes you look even more shit at this.”

“But that’s not fair you got here earlier than me! And it’s not even true, there’s still a whole other half of the room and you’ve just invaded into my space!”

Just as he finished the two boys heard the door open and someone step inside, they both turned to look at someone Tommy had never seen before. He was quite tall and looked funny, his skin was black and white split down the middle of his face, same with his hair but flipped around. He had wide open red and green eyes that seemed fake, like they were made of glass, open far too wide and he didn’t seem to ever blink, yet it seemed the boy was doing everything he could to avoid making eye contact with either of them. Maybe that was a good thing, they didn’t seem like eyes that’d be pleasant to stare at. He had tall horns atop his head and two tails as well, one black and the other white.

“What the fuck??” Tommy shouted raspily in confusion over the unexpected guest.

“Uhm, hi.” The boy managed to spit out as he tightened his grip on his luggage.

“I think you have the wrong room.” Tommy crossed his arms and lent against the bed, he slipped a bit trying to balance himself.

“No he’s got the right room.” Tubbo butted in, he adjusted himself to sit on the edge of the hammock so his feet dangled over the floor.

“What?” The boy and Tommy asked in unison.

“Yeah, something about a student miscalculation or whatever, not enough dorms so we all have to share.”

Tommy looked at the new guy, this wasn’t what he wanted or planned for but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

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Tommy woke up to a sudden heavy weight on his stomach. Tommy lifted his head and rubbed his eyes to see a blond raccoon with a red handkerchief tied around its neck laid out flat on his stomach, it’s little arms and legs stretched out.

“Oh, hello!” Tommy cooed at the raccoon, giving it some scratches and pats as it chuckled and rolled around in delight. He looked out the window, it was still dark out but he could spot the sun’s light barely reaching over the horizon. Tommy wondered if it was too early to sneak out his dorm and go walk in the forest before breakfast, wasn’t much to do and he didn’t really feel like going back to sleep so taking a quick walk wouldn’t be that bad.

He got dressed and slipped on a white cloak and a small brown backpack as well. Tommy quietly snuck out the window and climbed down the vines on the side of the wall, before he could lift his head up the raccoon had already jumped and landed flat on his face.

“Clementine, I told you to wait.” Tommy groaned muffled under Clementine, she only replied with some chittering that sounded close to laughter as Tommy pulled her off his face. He looked at her and couldn’t bring himself to scold her anymore than that, how could he stay mad at that face. He let her scuttle over him and sit in the open backpack as they walked off into the forest.

On their walk they saw many different creatures and plants, they even stopped by the pond on their way back. By the time they’d gotten back into the dorm the sun was rising and Tommy’s pockets were full of small flowers, pebbles and anything else he could fit inside, even Clementine had a large hoard of berries she’d picked for her breakfast.

Before Ranboo or Tubbo had the chance to wake up Tommy and Clementine were already out the door and on their way to the castleteria, leaving the cloak and bag stuffed back inside the wardrobe. Dashing down the stairs and through the halls he skidded to a stop in front of the castleteria doors, rocking and bouncing back and forth waiting for the doors to open. A bell chimed, the doors opened and Tommy ran up to get his breakfast.

The lunch lady gave him a stack of pancakes with a side of eggs and sausage, he ran off with his tray and sped towards a lone table tucked in a corner. Despite running here full of energy he ate surprisingly slow, Clementine stuffed her face into her berry pile next to him. Students soon flooded into the castleteria including Tubbo and their new roommate, they walked up the stairs to his table and sat down with him.

“Hey Tommy!” Tubbo set down his tray and immediately started eating.

“Hi Tubbo,” Tommy looked up from his food and started at Ranboo, “…Hi Ranboo…”

“Hi.” The boy replied awkwardly, he didn’t seem like he wanted to make any conversation but Tommy didn’t want to talk to him anyway.

Clementine stopped her feasting and hissed in at Ranboo, running onto Tommy’s back and peaking at the stranger over his shoulder. Or maybe it was the gross looking fish soup she was eyeing, Ranboo slid the small bowl over as an offering and Clementine jumped for it, adding it to her stash. Tommy made a funny look at the soup before he went back to his own breakfast.

“ATTENTION STUDENTS!” The castleteria fell silent as everyone turned to look at Headmaster Grimm standing on the balcony, “As Legacy Day is coming very soon, today we’ll be practicing for it! During one of your classes you’ll be led out to practice pledging to follow your destiny and signing the Storybook of Legends! Thank you for your time, please continue your breakfast.”

—

Tommy walked out with the rest of the class to the stage, the place was white and regal, two large staircases either side of the stage and a pedestal at the front. They all lined up in alphabetical order of their last name and took turns practicing.

“Next!” Grimm called Ranboo up. Tommy watched him take the key and walk up to the pedestal.

“Uhm. I, Ranboo Queen, pledge to follow my destiny to be the next Evil… Queen? King?” Ranboo turned to look at Grimm, “Did I do that right?”

“It’s uh, it’ll do.” Grimm replied, taking back the key.

Tommy zoned out for a bit — That was Ranboo Queen? That’s the guy that was gonna poison him? He’d heard lots of mean things about how his destiny goes. He stared at the ground reconsidering how he felt about this guy.

“Next!” Grimm yelled, Tommy looked up and realized he was calling him up. He walked up to him and silently took the key.

“I! Uhm..” Tommy turned around to Grimm, “I have a question?”

“Yes?” Grimm sighed.

“It’s just, what if I don’t want to follow my destiny? Like, what if I want to do my own thing?” Everyone gasped loudly, Grimm looked shocked and angry, he strode over to him and Tommy backed up against the pedestal.

“Now listen here, if you don’t sign that book, your story will go poof. You will go poof.” Grimm stepped back and Tommy inhaled deeply only now realizing he’d been holding his breath, “Now I recommend we move on and continue.”

Tommy turned around and looked out on the crowd, everyone was staring at him judgingly, he looked down at the key in his hand. He threw it harshly onto the ground and started running as fast as he could from there, Clementine jumped off a chair she’d been watching from and scampered after him. Tommy grabbed his cloak from the dorm and ran into a place he knew no one would find him.

#luna.writing #dream smp au #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #luna.au #eah au #food mention #tw food #v excited 2 post this :]#haven’t ever posted a chapter fic b4 so this’ll b interesting #my only experience posting fics(n just writing them in general) was that wilbur revival one-shot from back in janurary #it was alr but I rlly like this #please lmk what u thought of it!

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radramblog · 3 years

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Rating the letters of the alphabet

I feel like part of my style of comedy is just rambling about shit and making loose connections between things as part of an overall bit. I think. I’m no expert on myself, unfortunately.

The inspiration for the following absolute load of shite is trying to search Tiermaker for nothing. Like, no characters in the search bar. Didn’t come up with anything. Did a search for just a space. No dice. What about just a? Surely that’ll bring up everything with an A in the title. But it didn’t, and I was somewhat disappointed.

Then my head started writing bits about letters and that’s how we got here. This is probably really stupid, but maybe it’ll at least be fun. Wordplay is cool, though maybe not my strong suit? Anyway.

A: A is one of the two letters that’s also just a word, as you’ve just seen, giving it a necessary promotion in rank. Not a lot of things get to double up like that, though with the “an” ligature maybe it’s actually a double or nothing. But because of the confusing common connection crossing contexts for the character, it gets somewhat awkward to talk about the letter in conversation. An A, in my opinion, A does not get. 4/5.

B: B is also just a word letter but unlike A when you write it out you have to stick a few extra letters on to make it work, making it not as good. But B’s association with bees isn’t enough, because in the year of our lord, like, 2019 or something, it would become inextrixably linked with shite memes as the B emoji became king. And I just don’t respect that. It’s otherwise a fine letter, dragged down by its company. 2/5.

C: Oh come on now, the word doesn’t even have a C in it anymore! You can sea the see without any of our tertiary letter’s involvement whatsoever. Not to mention how its two main sounds are just copies from other letters wholesale. C must be confusing to non-english speakers, I’d imagine. C as a grade gets what C as a grade typically entails for many a schoolchild. 3/5.

D: It would be remiss of me not to give a sterling grade to the D. Why, none of us would be here without it. While many a youth may find the D to be quite a humourous subject, I assure you I’m taking it with the gravest of sincerity when I say the D has got to be one of the best letters of all.

And by D I mean deity, of course. Wait, what did you think I meant? 5/5.

E: The absolute absurdity that is the E meme elevates E efficiently enough to excel beyond many another vowel. However, it is also the single most common letter in the English language, going so far as to open the damn name. It’s to the point where someone made a point of writing an entire book without using it, and I think Gadsby is cool but mayhaps avoiding fifth uncial was a bit showy. I can’t help but mark it down for the sake of hipster cred. 3/5.

F: F is for Fuck. I like the word Fuck. F is for paying respects. I think the military-industrial complex has poisoned our cultural landscape to the point that a reference to one of its most prized productions’ awkward moments has become one of the most colloquially used meme letters in existence, And That’s Terrible. 3/5, I’m conflicted.

G: Man literally who the fuck cares about G. What is it even good for. Just an absolute waste of a letter, total shithouse. It’s NATO equivalent is Golf, the Worst Sport, too. Who asked for any of this? Just use a J instead, it’s cooler. 1/5.

H: I’ve seen “Hhh” used enough times in written forms of pornography to not consider it a Horny Letter. That and it, being short for Hentai, is often used to denote adult material in Japan. Basically what im saying is, I think this gets worse the less sex-positive you are. 6/9.

I: I think I’ve said enough about letter words already, but I is another high-tier one because like A I is just it’s own thing. It can also, however, be a bit confusing, looking just like an l a lot of the time, and having to constantly capitalise it is a pain in the ass. I also don’t have a particularly high opinion of myself, so a high opinion of I seems disingenuous. 3/5.

J: Clearly the best letter, hands down. I’m definitely not biased. There are so few letters as underappreciated by J- a fact many a person who’s had to do that “assign yourself an alliterative adjective” icebreaker game has had to reckon with. Because it appears to be a lot more popular with names than with words, and that just kind of sucks. 6/5.

K: K has in some circles managed to bump off its partner to become yet another letter word, though in a very informal abbreviated sense. However, when you’re looking into scientific fields, eventually said partner returns, having lost some weight on the trip down to absolute zero. This all makes complete sense in my head, and I’m sure is a lot less funny to anyone who doesn’t live there. 4/5.

L: I’d argue that L doesn’t cop its namesake. It’s a really useful letter, loads of words use it, especially in pairs, and my ADHD-brain thought it was fun to just say LLLLLLLLLLL for a bit while I was thinking about this so I guess that’s staying in now. Put me down as an L Lobbyist. 4/5.

M: Mmmmmm. M&Ms. But also it’s kind of a pain to write. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. 3/5.

N: I’d like to fight whoever decided we should have two letters that sound so similar right bloody next to each other in the alphabet. Actually, who the fuck even decided the alphabet’s order to begin with? Maybe it should go M to N, that’ll bloody show you. 2/5.

O: Our fourth vowel, and perhaps one of the underappreciated ones. O is similarly a letter word, but a much more common one considering its use as an interjection. It’s also one half of a very powerful letter combo, as we’ll see. 4/5.

P: There’s the other half. Many a joke involves OP as a phrase, whether it mean overpowered or original poster, and the letters’ adjacency is a lovely bit of serendipity. Whenever I say P out loud, on its own, I have to resist the urge to do some incredibly shitty beatboxing, which may or may not be a good sign. 4/5.

Q: I was going to write some very harsh words about Q, and its dependency on U, but then I realised that that is probably hate speech against the disabled. It still sucks, though. 0/5.

R: R is the one I am most struggling to think of things to say about. R is another letter that’s just kinda there. I’m sure the Roberts and Rachels of the world would disagree with me, though. It’s also the name of a program that I know has traumatised a lot of young biologist wannabes, slapping us with a whole pile of maths and statistics when we just wanted to look at cool plants and shit. Or in my case, cool cells and shit. 2/5.

S: The most overrated consonant, but also the thing that makes plurals not a pain in the ass. However I’m going to lean towards giving S a positive rating, if only because it’s associated with snakesssss (and serpentine characters who can talk) and I like those. 3/5.

T: I don’t think T gets enough credit as one of the pillars of the English language. A lot of very common words feature it, and yet it feels like it never gets the same level of credit as big shots like S or half of the vowels. T is like the character actor of the alphabet, is basically what I’m saying. 4/5.

U: Ah, the letter Americans hate for some reason. I think this is actually commentary on the history of American politics. Because throughout history, America has been extremely selfish and self-centered, while attempting to present a positive image that people are finally seeing past. They only entered WWI and WWII when it was convenient for them, they started wars and initiated coups in even their allies for petty ideological reasons, and they’ve gone to war with several countries and funded wars with several others seeming just for shits and giggles. Because apparently if you’re not an American, then you’re not one of them, and that means they hate U. 4/5.

V: I actually think V is underrated. It’s a fun sound. That’s it, no joke here. It’s neat, I like it. 4/5.

W: This may come as a shock to you, but double-u over here is actually two Vs! unless you’re writing in cursive, but fuck cursive. The French actually have it right on this one, naming it double-v (pronounced doobleh-vay). Add in the fact that it’s literally just M upside down, and you’ve got a pretty shite letter. 1/5.

X: There’s a reason literally every “A is for Apple” thing you see made for kids uses Xylophone for X, and that’s because there are no commonly used words that start with it. Seriously, it’s all just scientific terms- I’d argue X-Ray is more common than Xylophone in common parlance, but also, who wants to explain imaging to a kid. It doesn’t even get a second page of words on Dictionary.com. X also has implications as a letter word, that I’d rather avoid at the moment. 2/5.

Y: Ah, Ygreck, everyone’s favourite “what the fuck, France?” moment. Between that and being sorta kinda not really a vowel, Y prompts its own question more often than I’d care to admit. 2/5.

Z: As a (technical) member of the generation associated with this letter- on the one hand, I’m sorry, on the other, y’all have it coming. The final letter of the alphabet, one of the other ones worth 10 in scrabble (and yet X isn’t???), and one we probably got pretty sick of in the early 00s when it was everywhere- ironically, when most of the generation was getting born. 2/5.

And that’s the lot of them. I hope this didn’t alienate any non-English speakers too hard. It’s probably fine.

Join me for more bullshit next time I have another stupid idea. I mean, tomorrow.

#ramble #nonce shit tbh #remember when I made good content? yeah me neither

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omg can I request reiji for the yandere alphabet thing pls

YES YOU CAN!! sorry it took so long ;-;

REIJI KOTOBUKI YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Its not about how HE shows love its about how THEY show love. Hes quite literally a baby and needs attention all the time so he'll force love and affection out of THEM.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Ehm… well the sad part about this is that.. It may or may not ever get as bad as him eliminating not only strangers, but also people they and him know like… bandmates… And family….

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Very kindly like nothing was ever wrong? Almost makes it seem like theyre taking a vacation at his house ya know? Only that it's forever… he doesnt mock them, he just comforts them and then goes on about his happy-go-lucky business.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

YES. If his darling shows any discomfort toward something and HE really wants to do it, he'll force them. But he'll also praise them afterwards for going through with it; almost like congratulating a child for jumping into the deep end of the pool.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

The only thing he doesnt like to expose his darling to is his really dark side and it doesnt come out a lot (thank god). Other than that, his darling knows his every thought and feeling.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would quite honestly get angry after a while. At first he'd think its funny and maybe even fight them, too, but all games have to end at some point.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It was in the beginning. Oh darling~ its so cute that you're trying to escape. Except that you cant. Go on, try it, every door is locked, but Rei-chan's arms will forever be open for you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Yandere Reiji is like a complete thrill seeker… but dangerous. Going down the highway at 180kmh+ without seatbelts is only the beginning. Bungee jumping without a cord, entering the lions den in the zoo. He gets CRAZY and quite honestly all of thise scenarios were the worst things his darling has experienced.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

The fun kind of course! Marriage, kids, adventures. You cant fight against that, he will get what he wants no matter what.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He feels jealousy all the time but usually creeps people off with laughs and weird jokes that no one understands..rarely lashes out unless the threat really doesn't take the hint.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Loving, kind of babyish, and honestly kind of like a house husband? Its weird because he seems so domestic and loving but hes also super crazy and sadistic.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

His fun personality and teasing draws a lot of people in and he uses that to his advantage. Much like Syo, he'd become best friends with them first and then slowly move himself into his s/o's life permanently.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Actually, no. Most of QN and STARISH already think he's crazy as all hell so this is really not a huge surprise to any of them.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

By making them do crazy things; irrational things; dangerous things. Making them BEG him to not go through with it and please spare their life. Hes very much a heart attack kind of person.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

It seems like his darling has a lot of rights at first, but the leash theyre on is shorter than they think. He controls them from behind the curtains and most likely, no one would know. Not even his darling.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very patient. Very loving. Babies his darling and reasons that it's just a child having a little emotionally overwhelming moment. He will tell himself, and them, that this is normal, and rock them back and forth, singing softly to them.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You cant escape the craziness thats the thing. It's almost like a haunted house, hes EVERYWHERE. On billboards, behind you, even across the world from you. If his darling dies, he would feel like losing a family member and hit a deep episode of depression, maybe even take his own life.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Absolutely not lol. His darling is meant to be with him by any means necessary~

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity more than anything. He wanted to test his own limits and see where it takes him, its just that he fell down this hole and cant get out anymore, not that he wants to, either.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He would hurt with them and do anything to see that beautiful smile again. He doesnt understand that he's the reason theyre not smoking and just holds them tightly, even if they fight back. Its okay, Rei-chan is here ~

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Again, he does go to CRAZY extremes by putting both his and his darling's lives in danger. Takes "til death do us apart" to a whole new level.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He has no weakness, like many of these guys. He doesnt feel guilty or understands why his darling would ever try to escape

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

In the bedroom, yes ~ other than that, he just likes to give them heart attacks. Not actually hurt. Sure he'll hold a knife to your throat and hang you from the roof top but you didn't think he'd actually hurt you, did you? Silly darling~

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

His darling is his whole world and he would make that known in more ways than one..he would engrave it into the earth if he could.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not very long. He becomes very clingy very fast and his darling realizes that pretty soon, but shrugs it off as it just being Reiji. Thats how he gets you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He may or may not realize it but he breaks his darling slowly over time until they're successfully and truly his. No one stands in their way, and if Reiji has to get rid if a few bodies along the way, he will.

#uta no prince sama #uta no prince shining live #utapri headcanons #utapri starish stillnotsorry #starish #quartet night #utanoprincesama #reiji kotobuki #utapri reiji #yandere alphabet #yandere

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catarus-melody · 3 years

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A Newbie’s Path in Becoming a Polyglot

The existence of languages evolved ever since its discovery from Homo Habilis primary used in hunting and interacting with common species. Many linguists believed it care from one single sources in West Africa. This language was mainly used around the continent of Africa, and as our ancestors migrate from different areas around the world, the language adapt to different factors such as the settlement in a particular environment. Well to be frank, I can’t pretend anymore in teach you the entire background history of language and its evolution that is influenced throughout the world. Things changed ever since oral tradition, people used different methods in non-verbal communication rather than speaking. It evolved to sign languages, gestures, body languages, and mind reading( which I don’t think its commonly used nowadays, only to show your talent and impact in our minds). Basically, a whole different set of languages can influence people about our skills, our origin and native tongue, and culture. So countries make use of our ancestor’s languages and try to create unique sets of alphabets, words, and vocabularies to show their differences, authority, and ability and call it their new set of human language. So how do we interact with people, from different parts of the world if I can’t speak the same tongue as them? English... In a nutshell, when we’re born, we were taught by our parents to say the alphabets on a wall, sing children songs with rhymes, counting numbers, and writing the alphabets. But the most interesting aspect that help us develop our language skill was watching entertaining shows on television. We become intrigued because of the animation, funny characters, inspiration, and story that enlighten us to continue watching more, while paying attention (or not) to the language used. Regardless of the show, overtime we were able to create small sentences, basically develop tiny communications to ourselves, other than learning to speak “mama” or “papa” to our parents. I got so curious, English was so universal, simple, and amusing that I rarely watched shows spoken by our native language. I learn English before my Native language. Yet, I felt as if I was different inside a group of people, i understood what they were saying, however the way I should speak, in order to present a true communication were unusual. It doesn’t mean learning English shouldn’t be taught first to infants or children, but rather whatever comes first to us were already set in to improve and focus the skills within us. So in other words, I speak with my native tongue around my friends, family, seniors, and neighbors in order to compensate the use of languages. Only I can see the errors, and mishaps with the people whenever I interact with them. What I said wrong or strange, it didn’t really bother for me to change, take down notes, and pursue more on the human languages, and nonverbal communicative methods such as gestures, and body languages. When people learn to speak several languages, they’re called polyglots, or multi-linguists. It’s better to create unique techniques to better improve and entertain ourselves such conversing with different people who knew a few other languages, Join programs or clubs, lessons, and study their literature. Persuade a friend in order to further increase your knowledge on that specific field. Communication is power, whatever knowledge people attain, it’s better to used it more cautiously.

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Yall don know crap about me so here:

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More cereal than milk. I don like to have a bowl full of milk after.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a winter-y day? Yes.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Random pieces of old sketch paper I have lying around everywhere.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I drink green tea as is. I’ll have that or cocoa, with milk and sprinkles.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes, I don smile often.

6: do you keep plants? Yes, I have a small sunflower in my window.

7: do you name your plants? Yes, her name is Vivi. Don fuking judge me.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I use oil paints.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yeah, I hum to the music I play when I draw, sketch and/or paint.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Sleep? Hah, I don’t, but If I take my sleeping pills like I’m suppose to, usually on my side.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? Er allein, dem die Jugend gehört, gewinnt die Zukunft.

12: what’s your favorite planet? Saturn.

13: what’s something that made you smile today? Watching Shiloh trip and fall.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? I’m not going to live in the city once I finish school.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! It would take nine years to walk to the moon.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? Ramen.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I want to get rid of the blonde patch at my routes.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. When I learnt German only to give our Jewish history teacher wwII flash backs. Nate was mad. I didn’t care.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Yes and just small outfit ideas.

20: what’s your favorite eye color? Blue, purple or orange. Why? Idfk.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My hello kitty little backpack that I brought with me from japan, I now use it as a purse when I go shopping. It confuses people.

22: are you a morning person? hell. no.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Lay in bed till 4 pm.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Fuck no.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? The boy’s dorm room.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My black and pastel coloured converse.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? bubblegum.

28: sunrise or sunset? sunrise. I’m not a morning person but it looks nice.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? no.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes, when? I wont tell, unless asked.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. They’re okay ig, yes?, no, no, and no thanks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I can’t really hang out with friends at 3 AM.

33: what’s your fave pastry? dessert mochii.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? It’s name is Kuma. It’s a brown fluffy bear. yes i do.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? not anymore, I used to write to my mom while I was at school.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Bo burnham. That’s it.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! JB. just JB hitting on. every. single. guy. That or Shiloh. Just Shiloh being Shiloh. Also Bae thinking he’s better than everyone else.

39: what color do you wear the most? Black.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a small necklace with purple beads. It has meaning to me I guess.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? The One Safe Place.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! No.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? JB.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? When I was 11.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yeah.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. uhhhhh. To the guy who invented zero, thanks for nothing.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Store bought ramen. It’s so gross.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Thunder and Lightning, and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? The last CD I bought? Beetlejuice the musical.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Knifes. Pencils.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? uhh. Jeremy with sad song by scotty sire.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Ugandan knuckles, i know its dead but it’s still my favorite.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? i love beetlejuice.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? idfk.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I climbed up a shelf at the library to prove that I could be tall.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? no.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? im not answering this one.

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? uhh idk.

59: what’s your favorite myth? Any Japanese urban legend.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? uhh. no.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I once gave away some floppy hat that my step dad gave me.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Yes, pineapple.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Yes. I make sure they’re organized on genre and then in the genre it’s alphabetized.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? blue.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? My mom, but in order to do that, i’d have to die. :)

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Pink daises and sunflowers, small ones, plus some bits of lavender.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Happy, it’s nice.

68: what’s winter like where you live? no snow, it’s like 60 degrees.

69: what are your favorite board games? idk.

70: have you ever used a ouija board? ya.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? green.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? No, i have an okay memory.

73: what are some of your worst habits? I bounce my leg around whenever i’m not moving, that or I flick my pencil around.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. big ass hole.

75: tell us about your pets! I only have one and she’s a blind kitty. She’s white with spots and has a fluffy tail.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? My homework.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? uhh i really don’t care

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? I was given a flower by some girl during lunch, i never got her name though.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? white, i didn’t get to choose cus I live in a dorm room.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. northern star.

82: are/were you good in school? ya i am.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? idk.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? no.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Ya i guess, and deadpool.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? no. not really.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? my neighbor totoro, kikis delivery service.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? not really.

89: are you close to your parents? I was close with my mom.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. tokyo. i don’t have to explain.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? no where.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? i don’t put cheese on my pasta.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Shaved under my lil floof bangs.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? Jeremy.

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Draw.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I update immediately.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INTJ - The Mastermind, libra, and huffle puff.

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? idk and no.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. no.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the past, and for reasons.

#norea wong #about me #ya'll don't know shit #so here we are #idk lmao

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generalkenobi22 · 4 years

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Fic: as iron sharpens iron - Chapter 2 (Burn Notice) - 9k+ words

SUMMARY: Somewhere along the way, at one point or another, Madeline tells them, “You need to stick together.”

And that, more or less, is what they do.

Nearly a year and a half later, here’s chapter two! I’m blaming a lethal combination of a global pandemic and grad school.

Here’s Part One. Also: both chapters can be found on AO3.

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He knows it's coming. Has known since the very beginning.

(You left, Michael. You had a choice to make, and you made it.)

He knows all the reasons they can't be together—has them memorized, front and back, reverse alphabetical order, ascending and descending order of importance. Hell, he could even recite them in English, Russian, and Farsi if asked. He used to mentally run them on a loop all the time, but that's—it's not enough anymore. Because the truth of the matter is that he has wavered on the subject with an alarming amount of frequency over the last year with her here in Miami, further demonstrating—in his mind—that his judgment has become too clouded to be objective anymore.

(I'll always care about you, Michael. I'll still help you with your thing, and you'll still help me with mine, but we can't be together.)

It doesn't change the fact that, no matter how prepared he is, no matter how many times he's been briefed on all the terrible consequences they could incur as a direct result of their...liaison, it's difficult to hear her say it out loud.

It doesn't truly become painful until the sound of her words echoes off the empty walls of the loft, and without so much as a glance back, she walks out the door.

—

"Fi, what do you think of these?"

She turns and takes in the floral print blouse and matching hoop earrings (with little, plastic flamingoes on them) Madeline is holding up. They're hideous.

"They're, uh—" She goes back to scanning the department store for visible security threats. There's a particularly suspicious character seated over by the food court in the adjoining mall. "—they're really something."

She tracks the food court guy until a woman and small child approach him, and the three head off toward the New York & Company at the south end of the mall. Satisfied, she glances back, then does a double-take at the deeply unamused look on Madeline's face.

"What?"

"Fiona," she says dryly, stashing the blouse and earrings onto the circular rack beside them, "I'm not an idiot. I know you're only here because Michael asked you to babysit me."

Fi looks down at her nails and swallows. "Well, I think his exact phrasing was 'protect her'..."

"You say 'tomato,' I say 'condescending eldest son.'"

Fi peruses through the clearance rack, nose wrinkling at all the tacky prints. "Michael's helping Sam protect a client—some ex-convict turned dedicated family man—from some bad men in Little Havana. He just—" She shrugs. "—wanted to keep you safe. He cares about you."

Madeline snorts at that. "Yeah? Well, he's got a funny way of showing it."

Fi somehow manages to keep her thoughts on that particular subject to herself. She comes across the tackiest shirt of all. "What about this one?"

It's a t-shirt with Hot Mama emblazoned across the front. Even by both of their style standards, it's awful.

Madeline doesn't even bat an eye. "Only," she says, pulling a shirt of her own off the rack, "if you agree to get this one."

More subtle, but no less awful, hers reads Trouble. They exchange matching grins as they swap shirts.

"You know, Fiona, honey," Madeline begins uncertainly, avoiding Fi's gaze as she holds up her shirt to make sure it's the right size, "Michael's been mum about this whole break up, but I'm sure it...well, I'm sure it hasn't been easy—"

"We were never together," she automatically corrects, ignoring the way her heart twists painfully at the denial.

Madeline's expression turns suspicious, but she keeps her opinions to herself. "Of course. I just mean, if you can't come to poker games, or come visit as frequently because seeing him is too difficult, I...I understand."

It's such a thoughtful sentiment, and one that fills her with an alarming amount of anguish, that Fi feels the need to correct her immediately. Just the idea that Madeline thinks she doesn't want to be her friend anymore because of her son's emotional incompetence is...is...

"Absolutely not." Her voice squeaks out an octave or two higher than normal, but she plays it off like she doesn't even notice. "That's a preposterous idea, Madeline, and I'll hear none of it. Now, go try that on."

The small smile that Madeline flashes her on the way to the changing room is both grateful and doting in equal measure.

—

Even in Afghanistan, the early morning brings some kind of reprieve from the heat, but Miami is its own kind of animal. Sure, it's marginally less humid, but as Michael's sneakers pound against the dirt running trail and his lungs (heavy and unmistakably saturated with the moisture in the air) swell in his chest, he forgets what an absolute hell hole this place is—an insult, probably, to Hell since it can't possibly be this humid there.

(Home sweet home.)

"Mikey—h-hold up!"

Sam's voice barely registers with him as he presses forward, ignoring each coinciding jolt that shoots up his legs and makes his teeth rattle. He deliberately tunes out the internal voice that reminds him thirteen miles was a hell of a lot easier back in his Army Ranger days, at the age of 23, than it is at the age of 41. Still...Langley never had this view—sun cresting over the ocean, streaks of muted pink and orange stretched across the early morning sky.

(Langley also didn't have frozen bank accounts and deleted job histories, that same internal voice reminds him, which...fair).

They bypass a park bench, which Michael figures is as good a spot as any to take a break, just as he gets a side cramp. Apparently, his own body has a truly wicked sense of humor. He presses his palm to just below his rib cage as he watches Sam collapse onto the other end of the bench, legs sprawled.

"Aw, c'mon, Sam," Michael says to him in between labored breaths. He attempts a smile but winces when he gets another sticker. "Don't tell me you've gone soft in retirement. I thought SEALs were supposed to have better stamina than this."

Sam's own breathing is erratic as his chest rises and falls unevenly. He wipes an arm across his forehead. "Uh, for the record: If we were in water right now, we wouldn't even be having this conversation."

"Why?" Michael looks up from the ground, hands planted on his knees. "Because you would have drowned?"

Sam's responding look says everything a rude, single-fingered gesture could. "Oh-ho! That's real funny, Mike." He lets his head rest on the back of the bench a moment, eyes jammed shut, trying to regain a steady pace of breathing again. "I'll let it slide, though, 'cause I know you're all messed up about this break up with Fiona—"

"We were never together."

"That's just the denial, brother. Veronica says it's the second stage of the grieving process, and—"

Michael lets his head fall, chin to chest, and holds out his hand. "If I buy breakfast, can we please drop this?"

Sam takes his proffered hand and uses the leverage to spring from the bench. "Throw in lunch, and I'll forget I ever met the broad."

Despite himself, Michael grins at that. When they finally make it back to the Charger—drenched and completely exhausted—Sam beats his personal best time by about a second and a half, which he claims—in addition to both meals—is worth at least two drinks of his choosing.

"It's certainly worth at least a drink and a half," Michael ultimately decides, and Sam's responding laughter is contagious.

—

The instructor is too...peppy for this early in the day. At least, that's what Maddie thinks.

All she says, however, cigarette hanging limply from the corner of her mouth is: "I hate her."

Sam rolls his eyes, careful not to lose his grip on the pool noodle she's balancing on as she does half-assed flutter kicks. The other ladies in the aquaerobics class keep covertly (and some not so covertly) shooting them dirty looks. He manages to keep them at bay with a few disarming smiles. Apparently, Sammy's still got charm to spare.

Of course, it probably helps that he's easily the youngest one in attendance, but when your best buddy asks you to keep an eye on his Ma, what can you do?

All he says to her, however, is, "Now, now, Maddie. My shrink from back in the service would say you're projecting."

"Projecting?"

"Mm-hmm. It means you're not really mad at the instructor, you're just upset because—"

"I know what it means, Sam. I'm not an idiot."

"—Fiona and Mike broke up."

"Fiona said they were never together."

Sam snorts. "Yeah, Mike said the same thing."

"Oh, please," she spits out with enough force that her cigarette drops from her mouth into the pool. "They were 'never together' in the same way you date 'age-appropriate women'."

"Hey, now," he bristles, sounding almost hurt.

Maddie doesn't apologize, but her tone doesn't carry the same kind of bite when she adds: "I suppose that's why Michael put you in charge of surveillance this morning? So the two of them don't have to spend more time together?"

He relinquishes the pool noodle to her when the instructor holds her own noodle above her head. Maddie mirrors the movement. "Or, maybe I just like scoping out all the eligible broads in Miami-Dade County who are raking in those sweet social security checks."

She barks a singular, "Ha!" over her shoulders, which of course earns them a few more disgusted looks.

Up front, the instructor begins doing some kind of modified jumping jacks. Her teeth gleam as she smiles widely and says, "Okay, ladies! Let's move with porpoise and try to have some dol-fun with this one!"

The two of them exchange looks. "I hate her," Sam finally decides, frowning.

Maddie turns back around, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "Now who's projecting?"

—

She could flag down someone at the Cuban café down the block, but—ugh, no. Horrible idea. Untrained civilians would be more trouble than help. The cops? Not unless she wants Michael and Sam to get pinched—and as tempting as the latter may be...There!

Fi makes a hasty approach to the EMT station just down the block. This was supposed to be a two-man job (of which she had no part, thank-you-very-much) until her pedicure was interrupted by a call from Michael, who practically begged her for reinforcements. So even before her gels have a chance to set, she finds herself in Hialeah trying to find a suitable enough commotion to allow Michael and Sam the chance to escape from...well, whatever it is they've got themselves involved with.

He owes me big time, she thinks sourly before hiking her dress up just the tiniest bit and fanning air into her eyes to make them water before she makes her entrance.

"E-Excuse me? Somebody! Can-Can anybody help me?" she cries, really turning up the dramatics—truly, if anyone should be teaching an acting master class, it should be her.

There are a couple of ambulances and a group of EMTs playing cards. Or, at least they were playing cards before they all turn to look at the hysterical woman standing in their station.

One of the men—a genuine look of sincerity and concern on his face—approaches her. "What seems to be the trouble, ma'am?"

"It's my father," she tells him, voice cracking. "He's feeble, and—and the dementia? It's only getting worse. He was supposed to meet me at the jai alai court on seventh, but he never showed." She brings her hand to her mouth as if suddenly overcome with emotion rather than trying not to break at the thought of Sam being described this way. "I think—I think it might be gang-related?!"

The man places a comforting hand on her shoulder, which normally would be a bit forward, but Fi's having trouble getting upset over the whole ordeal—especially when that hand belongs to someone with such a cute face.

A very cute face.

"Don't worry, ma'am," he reassures her earnestly—it's only further endearing, "we'll send someone out to make sure he returns home safely."

He gestures behind him to two of the men playing cards, who immediately stand to attention. With his back turned, Fi quickly shoots out a text to let Michael know the cavalry's on its way. The sound of the ambulance's siren as it turns out of the garage startles her, and just as she slips her mobile back in her hip bag, the man redirects his attention back to her.

"Oh, thank you!" she gushes, making a show of dabbing at her eyes. "Thank you, Mr....?"

"Uh, Campbell. Just—Campbell."

"Thank you, Campbell. I'm—" She hesitates, only slightly, with every intention of offering up a fake name (Millicent, maybe?). But it's like she said: he's very cute. "—I'm Fiona."

Eventually, he asks for her number, blushing and backtracking at her raised eyebrows as he explains they want to make sure they have a point of contact in case Bryce and Jeff (the two guys in the ambulance) find her father.

They never do, obviously. But Fi does receive a text from an unknown number later that night inviting her to stop by the garage any time tomorrow.

...for an update on her father, of course.

(He doesn't actually ask her out until the following week, and by that point, she updates the contact listing in her phone from Cute EMT to Just Campbell).

—

Their question doesn't make sense. Especially because they're at Carlito's, and their brunch order hasn't even arrived yet.

"I like Campbell," Michael says, his smile not really all there. "He's...great."

Sam and Barry exchange glances, as if they somehow know something he doesn't. Michael hates it. He flags down the waitress for another mimosa—maybe two?

The whole thing's an ambush, all things considered.

—

"You said what?" Fi practically shrieks.

A few women on the yoga mats in front of them turn around to glare at the interruption. She offers up a hasty apology.

Sam, who is finally dressed appropriately in a baggy t-shirt and athletic shorts, looks duly chastised. Whether from her outburst or the fact that he can't seem to maintain his balance for boat pose, she's uncertain. "I told her that I've traveled all over the world, seen a lot of women, and that..." He hesitates when he catches her glaring. "...that she's one in a million?"

Fi lets out an exasperated yelp. "How did you possibly make it through SEAL training when you are clearly suffering from such advanced levels of brain damage?" she hisses, careful to keep her volume in check.

Sam falls back against his yoga mat gracelessly as they mimic the instructor's transition into corpse pose. "Hey!"

An older woman on the other side of Sam looks at him, disappointed. "Veronica has every right to be upset," she says. "You tell her she's something special and then can't even honor her with a response when she proposes?"

Sam tries to catch his breath, arms splayed at his side. He glares at her. "Uh, no offense, but you're not exactly a relationship expert here. You've only been with Anthony, what? Two weeks?"

"No, Donna's right," Fi assures him, closing her eyes to hopefully re-establish some form of equilibrium.

Another girl, Natalie—with bangs and a University of Miami t-shirt—chimes in from behind them. "Sam, my guy. It's completely understandable that you would have some reservations, or whatever, given everything that went down with Amanda. But you can't just, like, project all of your emotional baggage onto Veronica. It's not fair to her."

Sam looks between the three of them as they transition into bound angle pose. His hips creak painfully in the process. "Okay, let's assume that some—"

"—all—" Fi corrects.

"—Fine, let's assume all of that is true. What do you guys think I should do?"

"Have you called her since?" Donna wants to know.

Sam looks uncomfortable—and not just because his body hasn't moved like this since before the Soviet Union dissolved. "Well, no, not exactly, but—"

"Sam!"

This time, Fi doesn't bother watching her volume. She stands abruptly, slinging her yoga mat over her shoulder, and grabs Sam by his ear. His protests combined with her antics are enough to disturb the whole class. The instructor scowls at them both.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," she calls out, dragging a sniveling Sam behind her. He barely protests when she informs him they're driving over to Veronica's, so he can explain to her in person why he's an emotionally stunted idiot man child (her words).

—

"Now, you can hit me all you want," Sam growls at him, breathing wild and uneven, "but I'm gonna stand here 'til you get your head back in the game."

All Michael can see is red (although, some of that may be courtesy of Sam, who apparently still packs a hell of a right hook) as his options for saving the sick boy, Jack, vanish right in front of him. To him, it's just tactical reevaluation: Rachel is no longer an option, so the next logical step is Carla, who has the cash they need. But to Sam, it's apparently a breach of conscience.

It's been so long since Michael took his conscience into consideration—seared and mangled beyond repair, as it is. But Sam, apparently, views it not only as something worth saving but as something capable of being saved.

So he retreats, equal parts livid and grateful toward the guy blocking his front door.

A good friend supports you, both tactically and personally, he thinks, but an even better friend knows when to draw the line.

—

"You're lucky I like you so much," Fi says through a barely concealed yawn as they walk into Milam's. "Otherwise, you would never find me up this early on a Sunday."

Campbell smiles and pulls her into his side. "Good thing I'm so convincing then."

She has every intention of keeping up her pouting act and drawing the whole thing out a little while longer, but when she looks up at him and sees how...happy he looks, she finds it difficult to stay annoyed at him. Especially because she finally has the chance to wear the romper she snagged from the outlet mall two weeks ago for a fraction of its original cost.

(Michael would have complained about heading out to Dolphin Mall on a weekend, but Campbell was more than game. He even offered to drive—)

She cuts off that thought and instead focuses on how warm his fingers feel through the thin material of her romper. "And charming," she adds without really meaning to, but as soon as she sees his smile widen, she's glad she does. "However, I believe there were promises made regarding a homemade breakfast of some kind?"

She wiggles out of his grasp to pull a hastily made grocery list out of her pocket (half-off and pockets? Be still, her heart!). She hesitates a moment when she sees two of the cashiers looking intently in their direction (it's always the same girls who stare at her every time she's in here). They go back to busying themselves with the registers as soon as they see her looking their way.

"An egg white omelet with spinach?" Campbell suggests, then after a moment of doubt, he adds, "Right?"

It's adorable—as is everything he does. She nods in reassurance, and his shoulders sink in relief.

"Now," she says, redirecting the conversation to the task at hand, "produce is on the other side of the store, but the eggs are lumped in with poultry here, so if we hit up this side first, then make a straight shot through to—"

Campbell releases her and instead clasps one of her hands in his. "We have nowhere else to be today. Why don't we go up and down the aisles and pick up anything else we might need?"

She hesitates. Tactically, his plan is an absolute disaster—why would you divert from the objective for non-essential food items? But, a small voice reminds her, not everyone is as tactically minded as him.

Campbell frowns as her smile presumably falters, but she shakes her head like an Etch-A-Sketch and hooks her arm in his. She makes a big show of sighing and rolling her eyes as she relents. "Fine, but you owe me a yogurt now."

He plants a kiss on her head. "Blueberry, right?"

She spends the rest of the day pointedly ignoring the voice that won't stop reminding her he's not Michael.

—

Crouched behind their registers, Olivia turns to Maricruz. "Oh, my God—that's the supermodel wife slash girlfriend!"

"The one with the yogurt guy?"

She nods. "Yeah, but that's definitely not him."

Covertly, the two peer over their registers to get a better look. Not long after, Supermodel Wife Slash Girlfriend looks in their direction, and they quickly disappear again.

"Uh, excuse me, but who the heck is generically handsome white dude?" Maricruz demands, sounding almost offended.

Olivia's shoulders sink. "Do you think she's cheating on him? Poor yogurt guy."

"I mean, it could be her brother?"

"Yeah, right. He had his arm wrapped around her waist. That's, like, Boyfriend 101."

Maricruz puts her foot down. Metaphorically. "No. No way. I—"

"Excuse me." An elderly woman peers over Maricruz's conveyor belt, her mouth pressed into a hard line. "Could I please get some assistance?"

The two girls pop up from their crouched positions and brush themselves off. Maricruz offers the woman a conciliatory smile. "So sorry, ma'am. I'm happy to help you out."

After Maricruz rings up her order—a tube of Sensodyne and a bag of Werther's Originals—the elderly woman walks off in a huff. They both wave after her, wide smiles plastered on with professional ease, until Maricruz turns back to Olivia.

"No, look. I have a cousin who runs a kind of sketch auto body shop in Little Haiti, and he says yogurt guy was in just last week buying a new windshield, and supermodel wife slash girlfriend was with him."

Olivia looks somewhat impressed. "You looped your cousin into this?"

"...Yes. I'm not proud of it," Maricruz laments. "According to Diego, yogurt guy is in there a lot, always showing up with his car busted up. One time, Diego swears he saw bullet holes on the side, hand to God."

Olivia takes this in with some difficulty. "But he...he owns so many polo shirts! I just—what does that guy do?"

Maricruz crosses her fingers, nodding in Supermodel Wife Slash Girlfriend's direction. "Hopefully, not her. My money is still on super hot sister."

—

"Now, did Shawn deliver, or did he deliver?"

Michael turns just in time to see the giddy smile stretch across Sam's face as he makes his return to their seats, his arms delicately balancing chili cheese fries and plastic cups of beer. Before Sam can reclaim his seat between them, Fi makes a grab for the fries, while Michael takes one of the proffered beers. When Sam settles in, he tries to snag one of Fi's fries, but she slaps his hand away.

"Fifty-yard line, third row back," Michael recalls, unable to help the grin from spreading on his own face. "I've gotta admit—these seats are real nice, Sam."

Of the three of them, he's the only one in an orange polo shirt. The other two are decked out, head to toe, in Dolphins' colors—including jerseys (Sam, of course, in an old Marino one) and in Fi's case, an orange bandana. She even has eye black under each eye.

"Nice?" Sam demands with a hearty laugh. "Mikey, these seats are more than nice. They're phenomenal. I can practically see the whites of Ricky Williams' eyes!"

Fi sighs dramatically. "Get back to me when we're talking about real football," she says, popping a fry into her mouth.

"Real football?" Sam gestures toward the whole field. "This is as real and American as apple pie, lady."

She rolls her eyes. "Michael, can you please inform Sam that I am not an American?"

"Mikey, can you please inform Fiona that I didn't serve in the Navy for over a decade to listen to the good name of American football be besmirched?"

"Kids, kids," Michael says dryly. "Let's try not to kill each other before half time even begins."

Arms crossed, Sam and Fi glare at each other. "Fine," they spit out simultaneously.

Michael smiles from behind his sunglasses as an announcement filters in through the speaker system that they're clearing the field to honor a group of local World War II veterans. Sam springs up from his chair just as a steady stream of other people migrate toward the restrooms and concession stands.

"Those beers shot right through me," he informs them just as Fi makes a point of dramatically shuddering. "I'm gonna try to beat the lines."

As soon as he leaves, Michael is acutely aware that he and Fi are alone together for the first time since...well, a while. Without Sam as a buffer between them, she seems much closer than before. Which is...inconvenient because she said they can't be together, and she's still—well, the whole thing is still—a lot.

And...maybe she called Campbell before the start of the game, and Michael realized he hadn't been able to make her smile or laugh like that in a long time.

"I never got a chance to thank you, Michael."

He looks up at the sound of Fi's voice, but when he turns to her, she has her feet propped up on the seat below her, gaze straight ahead. He copies her stance, settles into the cheap plastic seat. "Thank me for what?"

"For taking this job and putting Felix away for good. He was a monster. Corey and Tanya deserved more than living their lives in constant fear."

Michael has a brief flash to his father, but he reflexively pushes that back. Instead, he watches as a group of elderly veterans make their way onto the field. "Well, you said you felt strongly about it."

"I did," she says, then quickly corrects, "I do. Tanya is just a kid, and when I—"

Abruptly, she cuts herself off, and it takes everything in him to keep his gaze straightforward. Fi could never stomach his pity, and he has a feeling now would be no different. There's something there, but he won't press her. Instead, he tries a different tactic. "You did good work, Fi. They were lucky to have someone who lets her emotions run the show on their side."

He feels eyes on him, and instinctually, when he turns to look at her, she's looking right back, an appreciative smile on her face. He looks away just as she makes the decision to climb over and into the seat next to him. She plucks a fry from Sam's abandoned pile and settles in before saying, "Sam will simply lose it when I tell him I submitted his name as one of these elderly veterans."

It's enough for both of them to share matching grins and clink plastic cups as the concept of colleagues who are just friends seems more attenable.

(In the spirit of colleagues who are just friends, he may need to tell Sam to stop calling Campbell "Soup" behind his back.)

—

Even from his spot behind the police line, Michael can feel the stifling heat blazing from the explosion site. He's not actually breathing in any of the smoke or the smell of charred plastic, but he may as well be, the way his chest constricts, the way bile comes up and burns his throat on its way back down.

He spends the next few hours scouring what seems like every freeway, every back road, and every alley that make up Miami-Dade County looking for her. He mentally compiles every safehouse, every evacuation measure, every weapons stockpile she has littered throughout the city. All the while he tries calling her ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") again ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") and again ("This is Fi. Leave a message.") and again ("This is Fi. Leave a message."). It's only when the rain turns into a torrential downpour, reducing his visibility to practically nonexistent, that he's forced to make the retreat back to the loft. The click that accompanies the closed door carries with it a finality that Michael refuses to—can't—accept.

But then her voice somehow filtrates through his waning adrenaline and utter exhaustion ("You have got to get a landline in here."), and suddenly, he can't focus on anything other than remembering how to breathe.

There's no Campbell, there's no job, there's no sleazy, retired ex-SEAL making not-so-subtle comments, or a well-meaning-but-intrusive mother demanding to know how he ever let a girl like her go—

There's just them.

And suddenly his chest constricts, and he's drowning for another reason entirely when she sinks into his embrace—warm, and solid, and alive.

—

Sam keeps asking, keeps pressing, keeps...being Sam about the whole thing, but she is quite adamant on the subject.

She doesn't want to talk about it.

"Are you sure?" he tries again, breathing heavy. They're outside the loft, where the Charger usually is, sparring (Michael's off with—other Sam). She can't recall who had the idea first, but she's dismayed it took this long to figure out that hitting Sam is...well, it's phenomenally cathartic.

"Because it seems like—" He ducks, narrowly avoiding being kicked in the head. When he comes back up again, he fixes her with an indignant glare. "—it kind of seems like you might wanna talk about it."

"There's nothin' to talk about." Fi's next punch lands squarely on the beat-up couch cushion he's using as a strike shield. If her native accent slips through the haze of her own outrage, then so be it.

"Nothing at all?" This time her foot connects with the cushion, but he holds his ground. For an octogenarian (she assumes, anyway), he's still surprisingly spry. "You're telling me," he continues, as she blocks his counter, "that you have absolutely nothing to say about the fact that Mike—our Mike—was once engaged?"

Fi lets out an enraged shriek before she lands a roundhouse kick that makes Sam lose his footing and stagger backward. While he recovers, Fi paces—hands on her hips, breathing erratic, head and chest pounding in tandem.

"Of course, I do!" she cries, coming to an abrupt halt. "Do you know what he said to me? What he told me that first night we were in Miami?" When Sam shakes his head, she tells him: "He said—" She swallows past the lump in her throat with some difficulty. "—He said I was the 'closest he ever got.' And then this—this Sam woman just shows up, out of the blue, and she's just like him—"

Sam stands fully and looks at her with not quite empathy—he's not nearly evolved enough to pull that one off if she's being honest (and she almost always is)—but with pity. It's positively grotesque.

"Fi..." he trails off, his expression totally lost.

She can't tell if it's said out of genuine concern, or out of embarrassment by her outrageous emotional display, and he's just too much of a gentleman to address it forthright—but either way, she decides, she has spent far too much time wallowing to be of much use to anyone. (The fact that she just compared Sam to a gentleman is merely further evidence of her fraught emotional state, as far as she's concerned).

"Sam, I'm fine." She wipes her hair out of her eyes and brings her fists back up to fighting stance. "Like I said," she reminds him, "I don't want to talk about it."

Sam takes a moment to determine if she really is fine, but she doesn't budge. Satisfied, he clears his throat and holds the couch cushion back up. "Fine by me, sister. But this time," he advises her with an annoyingly smug smirk, "try leaning your whole body into it. Your last kick was pretty weak."

Later, after Fi leaves and Sam drives over to the clinic in Coconut Grove to tell his medical buddy about the whole ordeal, Sam's buddy takes one look at his x-rays and tells him he has three cracked ribs.

—

I left her because you don't marry someone when you love somebody else.

Madeline can't see Fiona's expression from her place in Michael's bed (pretending to be asleep limits her line of sight), but she can't help the small smile that blooms on her own face at her son's admission.

She hasn't known Fi long, but she has come to think of her as...family. Like the daughter she never had (the one she miscarried all those years ago). Sometimes she thinks about it—about what would happen if her fool son would start prioritizing the people he cared about over his job and what that would look like. How he would finally decide whether Fiona was officially his girlfriend or not, and how she would finally have the big family get-togethers during the holidays with all of them (her sons, and Fiona and Sam) like she always wanted, and maybe—eventually, somewhere down the line—how she might even get grandchildren out of the deal. She snuggles down into Michael's god-awful mattress, hopeful.

Her son certainly picked the right girl, but so help her, if he thinks Fiona—coming from an Irish Catholic family like that—would ever be caught dead proposing instead of him, then he clearly inherited all of his common sense from Frank, who was—at his best—a complete idiot.

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coffee girl • erik killmonger × reader

dom! Erik sub! Reader

mentions of daddy kink and sex toys

reader is a shy and quiet girl

(Y/N) sweeped the floors if the cafè as the bell on the glass door chimed. She glanced at her watch that she bought off from some guy by the roadside and frowned.

"Hey, we're not opened yet!" she exclaimed in a sweet tone. (Y/N) is a very reserved, shy and sweet girl. And her voice is to die for. The tall man faced her direction and chuckled.

"But it's 8 30 in the morning." He replied. (Y/N) frowned in confusion and glanced at her watch that said 8 and glanced at the man's Frank Mueller that said 8 30. (Y/N) giggled sheepishly.

"Hehe, sorry my bad." (Y/N) took the faulty watch baby blue off and tossed it into the bin. That watch meant alot to her, but she needed a new one anyways.

(Y/N) giggle soften the tall man. He smiled ear to ear and instantly wiped off the stern and cocky look he had on previously.

"So what would you like to have? It'll be on me since i messed up the time just now." (Y/N) bit her lip and laughed. The man shook his head and laughed and said,

"I'll get an iced frappe mocha" his raspy voice made (Y/N)'s fingers quiver as she pressed the tablet to process the man's order.

"Can i have your name please?" (Y/N) grabbed a plastic cup and a marker, smiling.

The man stared at (Y/N) as she smiled, waiting for his name like an idiot. Small face, big brown eyes, small nose, chubby cheeks, thick soft lips. Perfection.

"Hi??? Can i have your name?" She waved vigorously. The man snapped out of his trance.

"Erik. Not with a C but with a K." (Y/N) nodded her head and started preparing Erik's order.

Erik took a seat and observed (Y/N) making his order. She was adorable. He could tell she was naive too. He liked his girls freaky and with a sassy attitude but this girl made me want to change his type. She was hard-working, sweet, beautiful, shy and really nice. His heart started beating fast when she called his name.

"Iced Frappe Mocha for Erik!" Her sweet honey voice called. He walked over to the counter and grab his drink.

"See you next time, Erik!" (Y/N) waved with enthusiasm. Erik laughed at how adorable she was. He knew he had to go back there tomorrow.

It was 8 30 p.m and (Y/N) was at home watching her favourite show, Money Heist. Her eyes were glued to the television and she cooked herself some pasta when her phone rings. She set her plate on the table and picked it up.

"Hi (Y/N), i need you to open earlier tomorrow because a customer is coming in with a lot of orders, open the cafè about... 30 mins earlier. Thanks, bye."

(Y/N) sighed. She was ultimately tired of working at the cafè, but she had no choice. Both her parents died and she needed to pay off her college and tuiton debts alone. And this job paid the best.

After eating the plate of pasta, (Y/N) closed the television, slipped into a huge t shirt and drifted off to sleep.

"Hi welcome to- Erik?"

"Yeah babygirl, whatsup?"

(Y/N) sighed. It was because of Erik that she had to open the cafè early.

"So uhm, what can i get you?"

"Your phone number." Erik smirked, showing his dimples.

No doubt, (Y/N) was about to melt at the sigjt of his dimples and smirking, but she continued to play dumb.

"W-what? Huh?" She stuttered.

"Damn, boo. You cute when you stutter."

(Y/N) blushed profusely. This man really knew his way with girls like her.

"Uhh.. pass me your phone then." Erik handed her his Iphone XR.

"I don't even own an Iphone." (Y/N) chuckled. She took out her Samsung Galaxy Note 5 and started laughing.

"You must be filthy rich, huh? To be paying my manager to ask me to open the cafè earlier." She trailed off as she registered her number in Erik's phone. Erik stared at her while smiling like a fool. He was love-struck.

"So, what can i get you?" (Y/N) said while handing Erik back his phone.

"Nah i'm good." He left the cafè, looking back at (Y/N) and winking. (Y/N) shook her head violently and huffed.

That night, her phone was ringing like crazy. (Y/N) didn't have much friends, so we obviously know who's blowing her phone up.

- call me!

- wyd?

- heyyy

- hello??

- (Y/N) ARE YOU STILL ALIVEE?

"How does he even know my name??" (Y/N) scratched her head. But (Y/N) liked it. She liked Erik texting her. She felt overjoyed. She felt happy. It was her first time talking to a guy, a good-looking, charismatic guy. (Y/N) wondered what Erik saw in her.

- hello I was having dinner haha. Wanna go out someday? :)

- yes. yes (Y/N) what kind of a question is that babygirl?

- uhm how do You know my name??

- its on ur nametag sweetheart.

- gosh ur so adorable and naive it turns me on

(Y/N) squinted her eyes. Turns him on? What was he talking about? He isn't a Nintendo Switch to be turned on, neither was he a Playstation. (Y/N) switched her phone off and prepared herself to go to sleep.

The next day, (Y/N) and Erik planned an outing to the art musuem. (Y/N) wasn't such of a fashionista. She didn't have pretty clothes nor the money to buy them. She often went thrifting or clothes from any cheap shops. She made today no exception. She put on a yellow t shirt with a faded sun print on it with a pair of black leggings and her old pair of yellow and white checkered Vans sneakers that she had for quite a long time. (Y/N) wasn't like the other girls who had 48 closets worth of bags, shoes and clothes. She found it stupid. She only had 1 closet of clothes and she's proud and happy of it.

(Y/N) strictly told Erik that this outing wasn't a date but more of a best friend outing. She wasn't ready yet. She didn't know what to do or what to feel, especially the "turn me on" text.

(Y/N) walked quickly over to where Erik was standing. He had his dreads back, with a fitted black t-shirt on with khaki pants. Such a breath-taking view for (Y/N). Made her wanted to go back home and change into something more nicer.

"Hey" (Y/N) said softly. Her voice was muffled because the wind was too strong and loud. Her hair was all over her face and she tried calling Erik a couple of times.

"Oh hey there." He greeted her with a warm smile and gave her a tight hug. (Y/N) had to tip toe to hug him better. She felt warm and right in his arms. She felt an indescribable spark in her stomach, and she knew Erik felt the same way because his heart was pounding really fast.

They spent around 2 hours in the museum, analaysing each artwork, talking about each other and shared a handful of jokes. (Y/N) started to open up to Erik and (Y/N) learnt that Erik is quite a funny guy. They exited the musuem and found a place to have dinner at.

"I'll have what he's hav-ha-having."

The waitress took their menus and walked away as the both of them just silently looked around the grand restuarant. (Y/N) has never been to a place like this. She was really grateful to be out with Erik. She finally didn't feel lonely anymore.

"Thanks for going out with me, Erik. If it weren't for you, i'll probably be at home, alone."! (Y/N) broke the silence. Erik could see the pain and hurt in those eyes he fell in love with. He grabbed her soft and small hands and carressed them.

"No problem. You made my day, you know? I was really excited to go out with you today. That's how much you mean to me." He smiled, showing his charming dimples.

They spent the rest of the time eating and chatting, both of them were sad when they had to depart.

"Um... wanna hang out next Saturday? I'll pick you up." Erik suggested nervously. (Y/N)'s eyes glistened with joy. She nodded her head.

"Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!!" She squelead excitedly, covering her mouth after that. Erik chuckled at her adorable act.

"See you!"

"See you, babygirl."

The next saturday, (Y/N) had a floral dress and the same faded sneakers on so Erik took her shopping.

"You didn't have to Erik.. i feel really bad." (Y/N) said, guilt-stricken.

"Nah it's all good." He said as he helped (Y/N) carry the bag of clothes he had got her.

"Um, you know.. you're the only friend i had in my whole life, infact, first guy friend. I'm sorry if i'm awkward around you.. i just don't know what to do." (Y/N) said, not making eye contact.

"For real? You ain't got no friends for your whole life?" Erik looked at (Y/N) with sympathy. This made Erik pity (Y/N) more.

"Yea. People said i was awkward, ugly, nerdy, poor, parentless and smelly." (Y/N) spat, at the verge of crying. Erik rubbed her shoulder.

"Let's go back to my place."

Erik's house was more like a palace. Huge and spacious. She sat on his couch.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have cried like a baby." (Y/N) said, "But it just hurts me so much." She added. Erik nodded his head. He sat beside (Y/N) and handed her a cup of hot chocolate. She slowly sipped it.

"What do you see in me anyways? Like, I'm not pretty, tall, smart, rich, 'boujee' or talkative." (Y/N) looked down.

"Exactly." Erik said.

"What?" (Y/N) said, confused.

"You're not like the others and i mean it. You're a really sweet girl and you're really kind." He added. (Y/N) blushed. She stared at Erik's fat lips and bit hers.

"K-kiss me please."

And with that, they made out for 6 minutes.

"D-damn.. i- i uh, damn fuck my already!" (Y/N) sighed impatiently. Erik laughed.

"Yes Ma'am. You sure dat pussy ready tho?" (Y/N) kept quiet and undressed and laid on the bed. Erik's mouthed widened at the sight of (Y/N)'s body.

"Dat pussy phat and wet for me.." He dived in and ate her out like craaaaazzyyyy.

First, he sucked on her clit, which made her moan uncontrollably, then he wrote the alphabets with his tongue, and made her sing ABCs, but she couldn't, because his tongue game was strong as fuck, then he drew circles and gave her clit sloppy kisses which drove her mad. She squirted like a damn water faucet.

"Damn, just like that and you cumming? This gon be exciting."

Erik walked out of the room and got his vibrator and his handcuffs and returned as fast as lightning.

"Babygirl, you don't know what ya dealing wit'" Erik said with his raspy voice as he handcuffed (Y/N)'s hands to the edge of the bedframe.

(Y/N) whimpered even before Erik switched the vibrator on. The vibrator was pink and had small bumps. Erik put the vibrator on (Y/N)'s phat pussy on high speed. (Y/N) started screaming a string of vulgarities.

"I've never heard you curse this much, babygirl"

"FuCKKKKK ERIKKKK WHAT ARE YOU-MGHHMMMMM NGHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCKKK- DOINGGGGGGGG" She screamed. Erik bursted into a huge laugh which made (Y/N)'s pussy wetter.

"You the one who was hungry for this shit, so you take it. I warned you earlier. But you were the one saying, 'Fuck me alreaddyyy'. " He teased. Erik switched the vibrator off and (Y/N) got up.

Erik started taking his clothes off and (Y/N) saw his huge member.

"That's- can- oh my god. Can that fit? That's more than 8 inches!" Erik grabbed (Y/N)'s hair and motioned her to suck his dick.

"You kinda sucked just now, to repay for that, you're going to have to suck this big dick." (Y/N) gulped at the sight of Erik's dick. Part of her regretted this and part of her did not. She started taking his member but then came to a stop.

"I- i don't know how to- suck a dick." (Y/N) admitted. Erik forced her mouth open and put his dick in her mouth. She gagged at first but got the hang of it. She sucked on it, kissed it, worshipped it like her life depended on it.

"Damn, i'm about to cum." Erik said sexily. His dick throbbed and he busted a nut. (Y/N) managed to tasted a little, it tasted like blueberries.

"Nah, you don't get to swallow dat cus you were shit just now. Get on the bed now." Erik demanded.

"Yes daddy." (Y/N) slowly laid on the bed as Erik rubbed the tip of his dick and entered her pussy.

"NNNGGGGHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH DADDDDDDYYY"

"FUCKKKKK THIS FEELS SO GOOD"

Erik grunted because her pussy was so tight. He thought she was lying about being a virgin.

"Damn yo pussy tight, fat and warm. I think i'm about to cum."

"Yeah, take all of dat big dick, you slut. Take all of it!"

8 minutes later, they both collapsed on the bed naked. Erik got up and placed himself between (Y/N)'s thighs. (Y/N) was too tired to get up, they have been fucking for 4 rounds straight. Counting this, will be 5.

Erik starts eating (Y/N) again. He moans while he eats her swollen pussy out.

"Shit taste so sweet, like dat iced frappe mocha baby."

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deepdaleducks · 4 years

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I thought of another mutuals post for you: your mutuals + "their man" (in quotations bc some of us, myself included, have a man of the week) and why they break up

dead secretive this xx

@shockingtha

Alice and Todd:

Of course it's him. They've been friends for years. Always denying that they liked each other. And she thought she was happy. Todd was everything she wanted. He was kind and funny and took her on silly little dates so she could live out all her romantic fantasies. But there was always something in the back of her mind that just felt off. He was denying it as much as her. Praying he would one day just be enough. She was telling herself it would come with time. That a few months in she would forget about him and feel everything for the man in front of her. But it doesn't. And after nine months, he decides he can't do it anymore. He can't be second best anymore. She cries but she knows it's the right thing. And so Todd and her are over and she doesn't tell him. Doesn't want to assume he'll be there. But as soon as the story breaks in the magazines he's calling her immediately and his name is flashing up on her phone. "Lyan Redson"

@forza-atleti

Chlo and Trent:

It's an ex love. A stupid mistake. It had always been that way. Trying to one up each other. Both denying they're actually in love. Actually in it, this, forever. Always threatening to leave. Always fighting and slamming the doors. And its chaos and passion and a million explosions a day. He's away on a boys trip for the week and she sees a clip of it online. A blurry video of him in a club, his lips on someone else's. No not someone else's. Hers. The girl he had always said was just a friend. And so she doesn't even question it when she gets in the car and drives. Straight where her wheels always use to take her. And she's let in as soon as she knocks on the door. No questions asked. Straight up the stairs and into the bed she once new so well and its easy. She's just one upping him. It's a game. But then it's so much more. It's an old self she thought she'd lost. A love for settled she forgot she had. It's just one night but it feels like a lifetime. And when he comes home she uses a flimsy excuse. "I kissed your friend because your friend said you kissed her." But no she didn't just kiss his friend. She fell back in love with him in one night. And she couldn't take that back. He knows it and it's too much this time. And so they end it where it began, in a coffee shop in liverpool. They both lay down their weapons and armour and finally talk heart to heart. And its sad. Heartbreaking, in fact. Because if these two people had just been honest, they could have got what they wanted. But they couldnt and so now they cant have it at all.

@trentalexanders

Mila and Jadon (bc idk who your MOTW is):

It's something her parents say. A one of comment about him said in passing. But it stays with her all week. All through his game and date night and their Sunday lie in. Lingers in her mind as she lays in his arms. Sits at the end of her tongue as she looks in his eyes. And she can't keep it in any longer. So he's cooking and she's watching from the breakfast bar and she's letting it all rush out before she can even stop. "My parents don't think you're good enough for me." "What?" "They don't think you're good enough for me." He doesn't respond. "They think you're immature and reckless and you drive and text all the time and you never seem to have the slightest concern about the future and-" "Is that what they think or what you think?" Her hesitation is the answer he needs. He's blowing up at her. Questioning why she never said it before. Why they have to grow up and can't be young whilst they are. Why she never asked him not to text and drive. Why whenever they talk about the future she says if she's with him she's fine. Why fine is apparently enough. She doesn't yell back. She can't. It's not in her nature. And after he's done, when its quiet and the pan is boiling over, he's apologising. Begging her to just talk about this with him. Pleading her to just give him the time to change. But it's no good. Because fathers always want what's best and mothers are always right. So she can't ignore the red flags anymore and she can't see past the things that made him flawed in the name of love anymore. And it's heartbreaking. Because so many of her firsts were with him. First kiss. First date. First house together. First photo frame above the mantle. First possibility of forever. But in walking away, she finds a new sense of self she never knew existed. And somehow that's everything.

@dancefaeries

Emma and Eric:

I tried to write this and I just couldn't. They never would. But if they did it would be over something stupid like a game of scrabble or a book being out of alphabetical order in the bookcase.

I really enjoyed writing this but for now I need to sleep. I can write more for other mutuals tomorrow xx

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gb-fics · 4 years

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Art Class - Friday (5)

AU Fanfiction:

Kiryuuin Shou x Kyan Yutaka (Golden Bomber)

Note: Read Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

“So”, Utahiroba Sensei said and looked down the lined-up pictures resting against the wall. “We have one sketch of flowers. Twelve paintings of flowers. One painting of a trash bin. And one painting of a toilet. Interesting.”

Shou could see that the corners of his lips were slightly twitching. He was trying not to laugh.

The students were standing in front of the paintings, too, finally studying the results of what the others had been working on.

“As you know, I am forced to grade your work for project week”, Utahiroba Sensei said. “Although I believe the system of grading goes against the spirit of artistic expression. It is important to me to give you all some detailed feedback, though. A grade tells you nothing about your strengths and the ways in which you still need to improve.”

Shou looked over at Yutaka.

He was standing closest to the wall, several students between them. He hadn’t been ignoring Shou, it really wasn’t like that. He had greeted him friendly in the morning. He had even cracked a half-hearted joke about Shou’s painting looking like trash when they put it up in line. But instead of standing next to him now and trying to make Shou laugh with his comments, he had put some distance between them clearly on purpose.

Shou didn’t know why it made his chest hurt like that. Maybe it was because he felt like he had lost another friend. But then maybe they shouldn’t be friends after what had happened last night. Just thinking of the way, he had kissed Yutaka yesterday in this very room, Shou felt his whole body grow hot with a weird mixture of excitement and shame. He wasn’t sure if he felt ashamed of having kissed Yutaka or because of what had happened afterwards.

Yutaka’s face right now was rather expressionless. Shou still thought that he was painfully handsome.

For some reason, he couldn’t even spare the energy to be nervous about his date with Sakura. He was too busy wishing Yutaka would talk to him like nothing had happened. If they could just go back, Shou could have it both. He could date a cute girl and have fun hanging out with Yutaka.

“I will talk to each of you personally and in private”, Utahiroba Sensei went on. “You know my office right on the other side of the corridor. Please, come there one by one. I hope we will be through by noon and then you can all go home. Alright? Then I’d suggest it is ladies first. You’ll agree on an order on your own.”

He walked out the door, leaving it open behind himself. The girls around Shou started chattering until they had worked out, whose name came first in an alphabetical order. The winner followed Utahiroba Sensei to his office.

Shou looked at the pictures. He looked at Sakura’s sketch, too. She wasn’t untalented, but Shou really wished she hadn’t drawn flowers.

“Why would anyone paint a toilet?”, a girl behind him asked so loudly that the entire class could hear her. Shou recognized the voice. It belonged to Sakura’s friend.

Some of the girls giggled.

Shou looked over to Yutaka. He expected him to defend himself. He expected Yutaka to pick a fight, because that seemed to be what he was best at. He always had a witty remark at hand and he didn’t take shit from anyone. Shou admired him for that, because he himself suffered from the inability to speak up too often.

Yutaka’s jaw was clenched tight. It was the only indicator that he had heard the comment at all.

“It’s just gross”, Shou heard Sakura’s quiet voice behind himself. It was almost a whisper.

And somehow, that whisper made Shou feel really upset. If she was talking badly about someone else, she should at least have the courage to say it out loud. Yutaka would have blurted it out for sure.

And how did she dare to judge Yutaka’s painting anyway?

Shou looked at the toilet. It was bad taste, yes, but it was also original and pretty funny in its absurdity. Among the row of flowers, it looked even more hilarious.

Shou looked at Sakura’s sketched flowers. They were pure and beautiful. There was nothing gross about them, nothing vulgar. They were drawn way more skilfully than anything Shou or Yutaka would have been able to produce. But they were entirely boring.

He tried to imagine what it would be like to lead a relationship with Sakura. Not just the dating, where you were still nervous whenever your arms brushed and you chose your words carefully. She was cute and Shou would be excited. But he tried to imagine not only their next 3 dates, but the next 30 ones. He thought of how she would let him hold her hand and how the silence would probably stretch out between them eventually, because they didn’t really have anything in common. He thought of how Sakura would never laugh at Shou’s dirty jokes and he would have to watch his language constantly. He thought of having to speak quietly always and having to strain his ears. He thought of a group date at karaoke, where she would sing boring songs with her boring friends and Shou would start to feel boring himself.

And he thought of how Yutaka would not just let him hold his hand. He would grab it tight and pull him along. He’d joke around with Shou in the worst kind of way and make him laugh extremely hard. He thought of going to karaoke with him in a group and how Yutaka would surely put on the most ridiculous performance of all times, shouting off-key instead of singing and how Shou would start doing an overdramatic dance and he thought of the fact that people would look at them and sneer and he thought, that when Yutaka grinned at him in that mischievous manner, Shou would not care what anyone else thought at all.

He imagined touching Sakura and he felt excited, but he knew that he would be hesitant and clumsy and never sure how far he was allowed to go. And he thought of touching Yutaka and he felt excited, too, just the same. But in his imagination, he wasn’t awkward and shy. Not because he thought that Yutaka could handle his greed better than Sakura, but because with him Shou wouldn’t feel ashamed for that greed. Not because he thought it would be easier with a guy in general. If Shou imagined being with another guy – even if it was someone really handsome such as Darvish Sensei – he knew he’d be nervous and awkward, too. Just with Yutaka, he would be alright. In his presence, Shou felt genuinely comfortable.

Shou stared at the toilet painting and realized he had been a liar.

He had told himself that he couldn’t be with Yutaka romantically, because he wanted someone to talk to and someone to take along on group dates. But truth was, that he could talk to Yutaka far better than he would be able to talk to Sakura, and he’d have more fun with him at group dates, too.

What Shou had honestly wanted was the easy way. He had wanted social acceptance without it getting difficult in the slightest. He hadn’t wanted love. He had simply wanted a girlfriend.

He swirled around on his heels.

He thought of how proud Yutaka had looked when he finished the painting yesterday. So proud, that Shou had wanted to kiss him. Because the painting was a symbol for Yutaka’s personality. It was dumb and it was funny and it did not care what people thought of it.

Love could be found in strange places. Shou might just have found it in a toilet bowl.

“Sakura?”, he said. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

He had known when he kissed Yutaka last night. He had known when he had thrown the paint at him. He had known when they gazed at the stars. Truthfully, he had known when Yutaka dropped the lighter.

Sakura cast her eyes down and threw a shy glance over to her friend as if waiting for some kind of permission.

“Sure”, she said quietly.

Shou nodded over to the door and they stepped out onto the corridor. The door to the classroom stood ajar and Shou could still hear the other students chat loudly.

His face was burning again; not with nervousness but with shame. It was the same feeling he had had when finding the paint brush Yutaka had dropped on the floor yesterday. It was the knowledge of having made a giant mistake and no one else to blame. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, yet he was going to do it again.

“Sakura, I’m sorry”, he said.

He was speaking loudly, not hushing his voice this time. The words were sitting in his mouth uncomfortable, but he had to get them out.

“I know we wanted to go out today”, he said. “And I’m so, so sorry, but I can’t.”

Sakura peeked up to him through her lashes.

“It’s alright”, she said. “We can go another time.”

Shou hesitated. He wanted to take the easy way out badly. If he just said “sure, another time” and then never got back to it, she would certainly just forget about it eventually. It would remain something that just hadn’t happened due to the circumstances, but that was absolutely not Shou’s fault at all.

He knew that this solution was cowardly, though. He needed to take responsibility. He would need to take responsibility for kissing Yutaka last night, too.

“I’m sorry”, he repeated. “I feel like the last asshole asking you out and then cancelling. I think you are absolutely cute and I really wanted to go out with you for a while now.” The words came easier now that they didn’t mean so much anymore. “But I think there is someone else I like. I tried to ignore those feelings, but …”

Next to them, the door to Utahiroba Sensei’s office opened and a girl came out, giving them a curious look as she walked over to the art room. Shou kept quiet while the next girl came out to disappear into the office. She was openly staring at them, too. Sakura did not speak either.

Only when the door to the office was shut tightly again, did Shou inhale deeply.

“I didn’t mean to change my mind so quickly”, he finished. “I was just stupid.”

Sakura nodded; her expression set tightly.

“Thank you for telling me honestly”, she said.

She did seem a little hurt, but Shou didn’t know her well enough to tell for sure. But she didn’t get upset and Shou thought that maybe they would have gotten along indeed. She seemed to be nice and if only he gotten to know her better, she surely wasn’t all that boring. They would have found something they had in common.

But if he was honest, Shou currently didn’t care enough to find out.

He thought of going back inside where Yutaka was. His heart beat more violently instantly. He’d have to tell him, too. Somehow, it made him more nervous than turning down Sakura.

“We should go back inside”, Sakura suggested. She spoke rather formally.

“I’ll be there in a bit”, Shou said and remained standing alone in the corridor as Sakura went back to class.

He needed time to prepare. He needed to think about what he wanted to tell Yutaka. That he was sorry for kissing him? That he wanted to kiss him again? He wasn’t sure Yutaka would forgive him for practically toying with him. He wasn’t sure Yutaka would trust him to have changed his mind for good now, either. Maybe he wouldn’t even believe Shou if he confessed now.

The office door opened once more and caused Shou to flinch. The next girl crossing the corridor was Sakura’s friend. She shot Shou a deadly look as she walked by.

Shou realized that Sakura had told her. He realized, too, that Sakura would tell her other friends as well. Shou would forever be the guy who had asked out a girl to dump her the very next day for someone else. He was marked as untrustworthy now. He was scorched earth now. None of the girls from their year would go out with him for a long time now. He really hoped it would be worth it.

He stared down the hall absent-mindedly.

He wondered what Yutaka was doing right now. If he had overheard that Shou had cancelled the date? Probably not. Yutaka wasn’t one to care for what the girls were gossiping about. But wasn’t he wondering why Shou didn’t come back inside after Sakura had long returned? Somehow, Shou wished Yutaka would check on him. He wouldn’t be able to approach him in front of everyone. Asking Yutaka out to talk right after telling Sakura he liked someone else might cause rumours, too. Shou wasn’t sure he was ready for that. But walking in and just ignoring Yutaka until class ended and everyone left didn’t feel like an option, either. He really wished Yutaka would just come out to check on him.

With a sigh he gave in and walked back into the classroom.

Sakura was sitting with a small group of friends.

Yutaka was standing next to the paintings, explaining something to a girl with sweeping gestures. The girl laughed. Shou felt furious.

He walked over to the window and sat down on one of the desks alone. It felt impossible to approach someone and talk to them. He realized that this was what his week would have looked like, if it hadn’t been for Yutaka. Surrounded by pretty girls, Shou would probably have managed to not talk to even one of them for the entire week. Without Yutaka looking at him, Shou would have remained invisible.

Instead of watching Sakura, Shou was trying to watch Yutaka now without attracting attention. Yutaka was still talking to the girl. Shou wondered if he was flirting with her. He probably was. Flirting came easy to Yutaka. He felt bitter that their kiss had obviously not affected Yutaka much. He had just moved on to the next person. Shou didn’t even have the right to blame him.

He pulled out his phone, staring at the screen to pretend he was busy while the girls left and entered the room again. He wasn’t doing anything on his phone, though.

Finally, the last girl came back, Utahiroba Sensei by her side this time.

He cleared his throat to draw attention.

“Now, we are only left with our two gentleman artists”, he announced, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Since it is quite late already, I’m not sure we will finish in time, but both of you are already used to staying late by now, aren’t you? Everyone else, I kindly ask you to stay inside the room until the official bell, so we won’t get in trouble. Feel free to leave at noon, though. Shou, would you come to my office first, please?”

Shou jumped up from the desk and followed Utahiroba Sensei over to his office. It had a desk in it and not much more. Utahiroba Sensei sat down on the desk chair and gestured for Shou to sit down opposite to him.

Shou stared onto his lap. Although Utahiroba Sensei was friendly and even funny at times, Shou never felt comfortable in the presence of his teachers.

“So, Shou, tell me, did you enjoy project week?”

Shou looked up in surprise and shrugged awkwardly.

“I’m asking this question to anyone. It’s not a trick question”, Utahiroba Sensei soothed him.

“It was fun at times”, Shou admitted. “But I’m no good at drawing.”

“I was surprised you signed up for my class”, Utahiroba Sensei said. “I heard from your music teacher that you’ve got quite the talent in other fields.”

Shou shrugged once more.

“It’s good to try out new things, too, isn’t it?”, he asked defensively.

Utahiroba Sensei nodded gravely. Shou wished it would be possible to ask him about his relationship with Darvish Sensei. He had wondered a lot if Yutaka’s assumption was true. He didn’t want to be rude, though. Also, there was a fair chance that Yutaka was going to ask himself.

“Absolutely”, Utahiroba Sensei confirmed. “And project week is also about learning teamwork. I have to admit that you showed up for your partner, staying after class with him yesterday to restore his painting.”

Utahiroba Sensei paused.

“I’m just worried Kyan Yutaka might be a bad influence on you. You seem like a quiet and reasonable person. He is a troublemaker. You should be careful about picking him as a friend.”

Shou bit down on his lower lip hard.

Utahiroba Sensei’s judgement made Shou angry. Yutaka seemed like trouble, but he had done his best to support Shou in any way.

“Yutaka is a good person”, he said between clenched teeth.

“He is the Antichrist”, Utahiroba Sensei said with a sigh.

“He is just trying to fit in”, Shou insisted.

Utahiroba Sensei nodded.

“He hasn’t found his place yet”, he agreed. “He thinks he has to claim it. He’s angry at everyone for not accepting him. But he has to learn that he can’t fight the entire world.”

Shou was surprised at the deep insight. Utahiroba Sensei seemed to know exactly what Shou had been talking about.

Shou knew perfectly well, that if he dated Yutaka, it would mean Yutaka introducing him to all of his friends, even if they had a problem with two men dating. He would also insist on holding Shou’s hand in public, even if people would stare. Because Yutaka never backed off from a fight. He wanted to show people far too hard that he was right. He acted like he didn’t care, because he truly cared a lot.

“Yutaka can’t fight the entire world”, Shou said quietly. “But he sure as hell is going to try.”

Utahiroba Sensei chuckled under his breath.

“What about you, though?”, he asked. “What do you want?”

Shou stared down onto his lap again.

He wanted to hold Yutaka’s hand with no one staring at them. He didn’t want to put his energy into convincing people who were going to judge him anyway.

“I want a quiet piece of the world”, he said. “Where nothing is difficult and I’m happy.”

Utahiroba Sensei exhaled loudly.

“I’ve always wanted that, too”, he confessed. “But things are always difficult when you stand out. I saw your painting. You definitely need to improve your skills, but I can see what you were trying to do. You wanted to be different from the others. And it worked. Your painting isn’t the best one in class, but it stands out because of its difference. It’s a good way of achieving that, but it’s also going to cause you trouble.”

“Wanting to be different, you mean?”, Shou asked.

Utahiroba Sensei nodded.

“It makes you unique, but people often don’t like it when you are different. You’ll have to make a choice. You are not a fighter like your friend.”

Shou swallowed. He had the feeling that Utahiroba Sensei was trying to give him some advice that had nothing to do with painting.

Once more Shou wondered if Yutaka had chosen his class because of that. Utahiroba was a watchful teacher. He’d make a good role model for someone who seemed as lost as Yutaka.

“Is it worth it?”, Shou wanted to know. “From your experience, is it worth being different if people will be against it so much?”

Utahiroba Sensei turned his head so he was looking out the window. It looked out onto the sports field. He was smiling.

“Yes”, he confirmed. “It usually is. But I think you have made your decision already anyway.”

Shou looked out onto the sports field as well. He thought of Yutaka trying to take a nap beneath the stairs.

“Yes, I do”, he said.

“So”, Utahiroba Sensei concluded and clapped his hands. “The execution of your painting still needs to improve, but the idea was original and you did a good job on the teamwork exercise. You get a B for project week.”

“Thank you!”, Shou exclaimed, somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected to do anything better than pass.

“Now, get out and send that troublemaker in”, Utahiroba Sensei commanded and Shou got up.

Just when he left the office, the school bell rang out. On his way into the classroom, students were spilling out. He had to wait to let a group of them pass.

“Yutaka, your turn”, he called out.

Yutaka had his bag ready and took it with him as he left for the office. Shou took his time to collect his things and put on his jacket. He was the last person in the room.

Finally, he left, setting up tent in front of Utahiroba Sensei’s office. He put his school bag onto the floor and leaned against the wall. Then, he waited.

Yutaka stayed inside for a long time.

Shou wondered what they were discussing. He assumed Utahiroba Sensei had some advice for Yutaka as well. Probably, talking openly was a lot easier for Yutaka than it was for Shou. Maybe Yutaka had asked about Darvish Sensei. If he had, maybe he had told Utahiroba about Shou’s kiss as well. Shou really wondered if Utahiroba was that kind of consultant teacher. But then, Yutaka somehow seemed to be his favourite. He seemed to care. And Shou figured there weren’t a lot of adults around to talk to about this kind of issue.

After a time that had lasted far longer than with any of the other students, the door to the office opened.

“Thank you again, Sensei!”, Yutaka shouted, his voice cheerful, but somehow Shou thought his profile looked a little troubled nonetheless.

Only after shutting the door did Yutaka turn around to the corridor and spotted Shou. For a second, his expression seemed unable to settle for a definite emotion. He looked confused.

Then he beamed at him.

“B minus!”, he announced proudly. “Told you Utahiroba wouldn’t give us a hard time.” His cheerfulness sounded a little fake.

“Good”, Shou said and smiled nervously.

“But what are you still doing here?”, Yutaka asked and furrowed his brow. “I thought you’d be long since off with your little girlfriend.”

He said it in his usual, joking manner, but Shou thought his words sounded mean anyway. He couldn’t blame him.

“I, uhm”, Shou said. “I cancelled the date.”

“You messed up with the reservation at the restaurant, didn’t you?”, Yutaka asked, sounding angry now. “I knew you’d ruin it somehow. After we tried so hard.”

His anger seemed unjustified to Shou. He probably was still pissed at Shou.

“It’s not that”, Shou interrupted him, before he could go on. “I didn’t want to go out with Sakura.”

Yutaka’s expression softened instantly. It was hard to tell what it was that suddenly looked gentler. Maybe it was the angle of his eyebrows, maybe his jaw that wasn’t clenched so tightly anymore.

“You didn’t?”, he assured, rather calmly now.

Shou shook his head.

“I don’t want to date someone, just because it’s easy”, he said. “Especially not when there is someone I actually like.”

Yutaka licked his lips. It looked as if he was trying to buy time.

Shou realized that he looked scared. Fearless, carefree Yutaka looked scared of what Shou was going to say next. Yutaka looked down onto the floor and for a moment, Shou thought it seemed as if he wanted to punch a hole right through it.

“About yesterday”, Yutaka said softly. “I need something real, Shou. You can’t just …”

“Shh”, Shou interrupted him and Yutaka looked up.

He could see all the things Yutaka was afraid of written across his face. He was scared that Shou would ask him for more secret kisses, for meetings late at night on the rooftop when no one else was around. He was scared that Shou would try to hide him, where he wanted so desperately to be seen.

“Just one question”, Shou said and managed a smile, although his stomach was revolting. After this, there would be no going back. “Kyan Yutaka, do you like Italian food?”

For a moment, Yutaka just stared at him blankly. Then he realized what Shou had just said. His face lit up and Shou thought his grin was as blinding as staring right into the sun.

Because Shou wanted to see Yutaka make a mess out of his face and out of the tablecloth while eating spaghetti. He wanted to hold his hand on their way back home. He wanted to slap his head when he said something stupid and he wanted to throw stuff at him when he made him feel embarrassed and he wanted to kiss him when Yutaka made him laugh. He didn’t want just another adventure. He wanted love.

“Tell you what”, Yutaka said and turned his head to look down the corridor to their left and to their right. They were the only students still around.

Then he took a step towards Shou, dropping his schoolbag. It sprung open and spilled its insides across the floor. Yutaka did not pay attention to it.

He put his hands against either side of Shou’s face. Then he kissed him. Not gentle and not heated, but goofy and full of enthusiasm.

When Yutaka pulled back, his face wearing the typical lopsided grin was still close.

“Kiryuuin Shou”, he said. “I really like all kinds of food.”

#Golden Bomber #Kiryuuin Shou #Kyan Yutaka #kirikyan #fanfiction #fanfic #utahiroba jun #somehow I can only think of silly plots currently so I hope you are ready for more along those lines to come ^-^

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amyscascadingtabs · 5 years

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you and me, forevermore

(happy anniversary, jake and amy ❤️)

(read on ao3)

Amy’s always been a list person.

She has to-do-lists for her days, weeks, and months and keeps them all structured in meticulous, color-coordinated fashion. She makes shopping lists for every store run in her life and detests going to Target without a list organized by shelf order. She solves many of her cases using detailed lists of clues, puzzling intricate pieces together until it clicks.

Her favorite list, though, is the one her heart inadvertently began to write a little over four years ago when Jake Peralta thought he’d find her in the evidence room and less than a minute later, she was kissing him for realz.

It’s the least structured of her lists - the most haphazard one by far. It’s not alphabetized, has no numerical order, no particular system or guide. Truthfully, it’s sort of a complete and utter mess, and yet it’s the one she’s most fond of.

Reasons I love Jake Peralta, the title of Amy’s mental list reads. A title, and then the bottomless list of items on it, listed in scattered order.

He’s funny, seems to keep its place at the top. He makes me laugh. There’s never a dull moment with him.

He knows me, remains its steady competitor. He knows what I need, what to say, when I’m not okay.

He has the warmest heart I’ve ever known, is somewhere around there. He always wants to do the right thing for everyone. If more people were like him, the world would be a better place.

He’s my best friend, the list continues. He’s a brilliant detective, a priceless asset wherever he works. He has the most charming smile I’ve seen. He’s the best person to cuddle with, and somehow always seems to stay warm. He loves watching Property Brothers and Jeopardy as much as I do. He knows every single Taylor Swift song, and if I ever have a nightmare, he’ll sing them to me until I start laughing. He knows how to make a mean pasta. He never complains that I work too much because he’s the same, but at the same time, he sees the signs when I’m putting too much pressure on myself and knows when to stop me so I don’t burn out. I could talk to him every day for the rest of my life without growing bored. He’s the person I want to love until the day I’m not here anymore, he’s the person I want to have and raise children with, he’s the only one I could imagine infinity with.

Amy Santiago doesn’t know whether they’ll have infinity together, but as of May 15th, 2019, when they observe the numbers on his FitBit changing to roughly the point in the evening where one year ago they said I do, she knows they’ve had a year as a married couple.

Their restaurant date tonight is not the first celebration of their wedding anniversary. The first took place at a hospital nearly a month ago; Jake had been right about their anniversary coming up, though with his poor sense of time, he exaggerated its proximity a bit. They both agreed to count the waterpark vacation as a second celebration. This night, celebrated with a reservation at no place other than Bouche Manger, is technically their third celebration.

(“Three celebrations means three more chances to drink champagne,” her husband (of a year!) had insisted when she’d reflected on it. “We better make the most of it this year, huh?”)

She agreed, and so they did.

She’s tipsy now, walking with his hand in hers to steady her, and everything seems brighter even though it’s getting dark.

His hands are warm, she adds to the list. His hands are warm, and every time I hold them I feel safe.

The moon is not full yet - a few days left, she’s guessing - but it’s bright, peeking through the sullen clouds visible in the late night May sky. They’re walking along the water at Prospect Park Lake, neither of them ready to return home already, and she’s a little chilly but Jake is an efficient portable heater.

Reasons I love Jake Peralta, continued, Amy’s thoughts go.

He looks at me like I’m the one thing he loves most in the world including Die Hard. He makes me believes it’s true.

She’s brought back to reality by his voice, asking but not demanding, checking on her without making her feel pressured.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” she confesses. “Just… you.”

“Did I spill something on my shirt again? I really tried my best, you know, but stains are so visible on light pink and I know you love this shirt but -”

“No.” Amy laughs, coming to a halt near a tree before backing so she’s leaning half against it. “I was thinking about how much I love you.”

“Oh.” Jake grins. “That’s funny, I was thinking about the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Actually, I was thinking about how a cloud over there looked a lot like Hitchcock’s face,” he teases with a smirk on his lips. She rolls her eyes and he chuckles, pecking her lips before adding to his answer. “And you. Obviously you.”

“Happy I can be up there together with Hitchcock.”

“Oh, ew, please forget I ever mentioned him.”

“No can do,” she shakes her head, snaking her arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. “C’mere, though. Kiss me.”

He obliges, his hands on the back of her head to support her, keeping crumbly bits of tree bark from getting in her hair. In a way, the kiss has its similarities to the first time she kissed him, trying to keep her eyes open and focused on the perp when all she wanted was to close them, lean into the kiss and pour all her waiting and longing into it. It’s also not the slightest bit the same.

She hadn’t been entirely sure then, whether she was making the right decision or rushing headfirst into one made up of invincible impulses. Four years later, she’s never been more sure, and she channels it through the way she moves her lips over his, feeling the remaining taste of toffee and vanilla gelato from the dessert he insisted they’d split as her tongue gently traces the edge of his teeth.

They kiss until they’re breathless, forced to retreat for air, and barely even then she wants to let go.

“Maybe we should go home,” he suggests with flushed cheeks as she has to pull at the edges of her red dress, adjusting it where a curious hand may have moved it slightly upwards. “Continue celebrating there, and whatnot.”

“Yeah,” she nods, standing on the tip of her toes to press a kiss near the collar of his shirt. “Let’s go home.”

Reasons I love Jake Peralta, Amy thinks before going to sleep that night, snuggling up so close to her husband she can hear his heartbeat when she rests her head on his chest.

He is mine, and I am his, and nothing’s ever felt more right.

#i wrote this instead of studying and i wrote it all in one go #it's been a long time since that happened hahaha #it's cheesy hope you enjoy <3 #my writing #jake x amy #peraltiago #b99 fic #b99 fanfiction #peraltiago fanfiction #jake x amy fanfiction

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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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Hi Darling, ever since I read your A-Z fluff Alphabet for William Miller, I have been obsessed with the F (Feelings). It screams William, I love how you wrote that ... I was wondering how the two met and why she would stick along with multiple dates, after all he doesn't seem to pay her much attention. I long for a tiny love story please ❤️🤩 xxx

Alright, sit back kids, we’re going to take a trip into my mind and Imma tell ya’ll the story for this one (bc I have a lot of different ‘how you met’ stories for Will bc they’re my fav and I can’t stop with coming up more) also I’m sorry this took forever, I started writing the first half and then .. kinda forgot I AM SO SORRY DARLING BUT THIS ALSO TURNED SUPER LOONG AND RAMBLY, WHOOPS!

So. They way I wrote that was basically thinking you meet him in the group, through a friend. Maybe it’s Santiago who you’d known through another friend and he came and hung out with you all the time and he’s such a funny and genuine guy to talk to, you both get along great and after his time in service, of course he’s going to introduce you to his brothers, which of course is where Will is coming into play.

Now, Will, at this point in time, has just cut ties with his fiancee and is now an emotionless human shell. In general, he’s not the most outspoken and interactive guy but now he’s just gone completely inside himself and doesn’t let anyone near him, truly believing that not feeling at all is better than feeling and getting hurt. So the first few times you meet him in the group and while you get along with everyone else, Will’s always just kinda there, watching you but averting his eyes as soon as you look up and bc you don’t know him and bc he’s so good at hiding his emotions, you actually come to think that he doesn’t like you - and tbh you’re kinda creeped out by him as well. And every time it’s just you two at the table bc Ben’s chatting up a girl and Fish and Pope are gone on a bathroom break and Tom’s over at the bar getting more drinks it’s REALLY awkward bc you have NOTHING to talk about and you both end up sipping your drinks and pray for any of the guys to come back and save you.

And of course it’s not that Will doesn’t like you, in fact he probably senses that you are a very nice person and funny and genuine and just mesmerizing and he totally gets why Pope likes you so much bc Will can spot all those qualities the first night you get introduced to the group - it’s just that he’s ended an engagement a couple months ago bc he needed time to work on himself and he’s done that and now this would be the first time letting strangers into his life and it’s just … it’s hard to push one self over that edge so he’s building his walls higher and keeps his distance bc ‘better safe than sorry’ and he’d be damned if he starts to talk to you and finds out that you’re so much more than just plain ‘nice’ so he doesn’t. To put it frankly, Will is scared.

So, time moves on, Fish and Ben love you, you joke around all the time and even Tom (who’s still there bc this takes place just shortly after them being out of the army) seems to smile more when you’re around but Will … Will’s still being very much not reacting to you, sometime’s downright rude, when you’re asking him stuff to get him to engage in conversations so you think he’s just that one friend that doesn’t like you. and you come to accepted that, kinda, even if it’s still bugging you a bit bc you can’t just magically make people like you so you just let him be. you come to think that this is just Will. but it’s one of those nights where you end up last at the table and Will’s ready to leave but he kinda hesitates as he puts on his jacket and sees you checking out different cab services on google and just stops is kinda like “…Do you need a lift?”

And at first you go “I’m sorry?” bc you can’t believe that William ‘You always ask such dumb questions’ Miller is offering you a ride home but of course you accept it. And the ride home is kinda quiet but you, a talkative person, just need to say something every now and again and you kinda stumble over your words at first bc you wanna talk but you haven’t exactly been vibing before so now the silence is kinda killing you and you end up saying the stupidest shit ever like (”Oh, that tree reminds me of home!”, “That’s such a nice car. Do you like your car?”, etc.) Will’s just giving you small snorts but doesn’t really say anything but as you fall quiet again and mumble under your breath “Should’ve taken an Uber” he feels kinda bad for making you feel so shitty bc that wasn’t his intention at all so he rasp out a weird response how at his childhood home there weren’t trees like that but they had a lot of pine trees out in the back and the smell always reminds him and Benny of home and that’s the first proper conversation you have. About trees.

And after that things slowly start to change as he speaks up more in the group and slowly warms up to you and you start to talk more and more and Will kinda maybe somehow starts looking forward to seeing you and he gets all warm whenever Pope or Benny mentions that you will be at the bar as well and man, it’s such a slow burn thing but one night you step into the place and Will’s been kinda quiet and just … okay, but as soon as he sets eyes on you the stuffy room doesn’t seem that terrible anymore and he can’t fight the grin that breaks out on his face as he watches you make your way through the crowd and to your little group and he’s already ordered your drink and has it ready in hand as you step next to him and he’d be smiling so hard at you for the rest of the evening, his cheeks kinda hurt at the end of it but he just couldn’t stop!

But yes. That’s how I imagined it for that ask. I read it back and realized I should’ve worded it differently bc now when I read it it kinda seems they are seeing each other exlusively before he starts warming up but I’ve always pictures it as a group kinda thing bc let’s be real, its way more realistic to warm up/fall for someone in a group than to have someone not show an ounce of interest in you and still keep going (at least for me bc I ain’t putting in the effort if the other party just .. doesn’t seem interested at all. and neither should you, sis. bro. my good dude.)

#also this ain't proof read #and today isn't my strongest day #but ya'll get content today #wether you like it or not #aohdishdaisdbjaksd #william miller #william miller blurb #does this still count as a blurb #triple frontier #triple frontier blurb #triple frontier imagine #william ironhead miller #william ironhead miller imagine #william ironhead miller blurb #william miller imagine #come talk to me about william

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