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stop-talking · 1 year ago

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So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke? (pt. 5)

Derek Danforth x fem reader

Word count: 4k

Tags: 18+, Derek x fem reader, no use of y/n, angst, lots of fluff, enemies, enemies to lovers, fluff, (very) slowburn, sass, banter, misogynistic undertones, (Derek is a prick), suggestive themes, mentions of drug use, withdrawals, rehab, masturbating.

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To celebrate a week of sobriety, you decide to surprise Derek with a cake.

Of course, since there isn't exactly a bakery on a remote island, you had to bake it yourself.

Which you did. Last night. Now you stand in the kitchen, wondering how exactly you should decorate the damn thing.

And what to write on it?

"Congrats, maybe now you'll live past 40!" No, that's morbid.

"Bye-bye blunts and blow!" Too cringy.

"Happy one-week?" Hmm... that sounds like an anniversary thing.

Damnit. Maybe this isn't a situation that calls for cake after all. You sigh and continue to mumble random slogans to yourself as you slather the icing on nice and thick.

It looks a little messy, but you're not exactly a professional baker. Which is unfortunate, because that's probably exactly what he's used to. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right?

You just want to show him how proud you are. He really has changed a lot over the past week, surprising you every day with how... normal he can be. When he wants to, at least.

Picking up a piping bag of green icing, you start placing decorative dollops around the edge of the cake. Some of them are a little lopsided, but it doesn't look too bad overall.

What now? You mindlessly lick some stray icing off your wrist and stare down at the gaping blank space in the middle of the cake.

Eventually, you settle on three words.

"Proud of you."

It's fitting. He has a lot to be proud of. Not just the sobriety stuff, but everything.

He's been picking up new skills every day. You smile as you tidy up the cake decorating mess strewn about the counter, thinking back to your first time cooking with Derek.

He'd been cocky and overconfident, and so utterly dumbfounded when that pancake met a splatter-y death on the stovetop.

And yet, he still got back up and tried again. After relentless pestering from you, obviously, but it still counted.

You stand back and survey your work. Cream colored icing, green lettering, and... okay, maybe the hearts were a bit much. Hopefully he didn't get the wrong idea. You're just... proud. That's all.

Now the only thing missing is Derek. He went upstairs an hour or so ago for a nap, mumbling something about a headache. Poor thing.

He's been so damn clingy lately, always touching you in some way or another. It seemed almost subconscious for him at times. A hand on your shoulder, his knee against yours, an arm around your waist... no matter what you were doing, he had to have physical contact.

You smile as you make your way upstairs to his room. Maybe today would be the day you finally give him a proper hug.

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Derek is woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of you calling out his name.

Usually, that would be a welcome sound. You're always such a good distraction from his withdrawals.

But right now? He just wants to sleep. No, more than that. He wants to hibernate, to go into a goddamn coma and never have to wake up again.

"Can I have another twenty minutes?" He croaks, lifting his head from the mess of pillows to call out to you.

Apparently he can't, because he hears the door click open, and you peek your head in through the crack.

Derek just groans and buries his face back into the bed. His sheets and blankets are a tangled mess, and he's twisted himself into an awkward angle throughout his nap.

"Come on, It's been over an hour already." Derek can feel the bed shift as you take a seat on the edge.

"Well I'm still fuckin' exhausted." He mumbles into the pillow, not bothering to turn and look at you.

"Derek. You should know by now I'm not gonna let you rot in bed all day."

The almost sarcastic tone in your voice is what finally breaks him. This week has been hell, and you're just mocking him.

He hasn't only given up drugs this week, but all of his servants and staff as well. It was one thing to help you with cooking, but yesterday you'd made him do laundry. LAUNDRY. What the fuck did he look like? A maid?

"Fuck off." He grumbles a little louder, pushing your hand away as you reach to play with his hair.

His sour attitude apparently doesn't deter you any, because he can hear you laughing at him. Derek grits his teeth and finally sits up, glaring at you.

"You're really fucking annoying, you know that? Always pissing me off."

The words leave his mouth before he can really think them through, and when he sees your smile fall he immediately regrets them.

Unfortunately, he's too tired, sick, and stubborn to take it all back. Even while his heart drops into his stomach, he continues to glare daggers at you.

"Alright... twenty more minutes." With that, you slide off his bed and quickly make your way to the door.

Fuck. As soon as the door closes, Derek is left in darkness, in more ways than one.

His stomach twists into knots and he can feel his chest grow heavy. He tries to scramble after you, but gets caught in the tangle of blankets and ends up falling to the floor instead.

God damn it. Why does he always have to be such a fuck up? You aren't annoying. You're the only thing keeping him sane right now, and he goes and pushes you away.

He collapses on the floor, sighing at the feeling of the cold hardwood against his cheek. A few tears roll down his face, and he laughs bitterly as a thought crosses his mind.

Your thighs make a much better pillow than the floor.

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Twenty minutes later, you knock at Derek's door once more. He mumbles something incomprehensible, and you take that as permission to enter.

The sight in front of you makes you pause. What the hell is he doing? You flip the lights on just to make sure your eyes aren't playing tricks on you.

They aren't.

Derek Danforth lies on the floor next to his bed, groaning and blinking up at the harsh overhead light.

"Looks real comfortable down there." You tease, setting the glass of water you brought him on his bedside table before joining him on the floor.

He refuses to look at you, throwing his arm over his eyes and groaning.

"You need to eat. And drink. I brought you some water."

Derek stays quiet as you sit next to him and place a hand on his shoulder. His lips are pressed into a tight line, and he's still hiding behind his arm.

"Why are you so goddamn nice?" He finally groans.

"We've already had that talk."

"Okay, then why are you so goddamn nice even when I'm being a prick?"

You move his arm away from his face, and he doesn't fight it. When you finally get a look at him, it's obvious he's been crying.

Derek Danforth. Crying on his bedroom floor. That's a sight.

A sight that really breaks your heart, actually. His watery eyes threaten to make yours overflow as well, so you quickly wipe away his tears with the hem of your shirt.

"You think I expect you to go through three weeks of rehab and not be a prick sometimes?"

Derek actually chuckles at that, and finally meets your gaze. He looks absolutely wrecked.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know."

You scoot a little closer, and gently tug at him. He takes the hint, placing his head on your lap with his cheek against your thigh.

Neither of you talk for a few minutes. He just closes his eyes and sighs as you play with his hair. Over the past week, you've learned what he likes. Tug at his curls in just the right way, and he...

Derek lets out a soft whimper and you smile. There it is.

"Wanna make it up to me?" You tease.

He glances up at you, an eager look in his eyes.

"How?"

"Get rid of this." You laugh and trail a finger along his jawline, feeling at his overgrown stubble. He most likely hasn't shaved since arriving here a week ago.

"What? You don't like it?"

"Do you?"

"..."

Derek pouts, pushing your hand away and feeling at it himself. His brow furrows adorably as he considers your words.

"It looks manly."

"There's a difference between manly and cave-man-ly."

He scoffs at that, but when you start poking and prodding at his face where his stubble has grown out, he cracks a smile.

"Fine, fine. You win. I'll shave."

He swats your intrusive hands away, then sits up and stretches.

Now that he's up and moving, you decide it's time to go. On your way out the door, you hesitate, remembering the reason you came to get him in the first place.

"Oh, don't take too long. I have a surprise waiting for you downstairs."

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Derek stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, feeling at his stubble. You're right, he does look better with a trim.

He knows he should head downstairs, but his heart is beating a million times a second, and not even from withdrawals.

That little comment about a surprise? God damnit. You're teasing him. You have to be. How could you say something like that and not expect him to get excited?

Derek sighs and tucks his boner into the waistband of his boxers, then looks at himself in the mirror one more time to make sure it isn't noticeable. It's not... mostly.

Damnit. He could probably take a few minutes and rub one out, but he'd absolutely die of embarrassment if you walked in on him AGAIN.

He groans and turns to leave. Oh well. It's hidden well enough, and you'd already seen worse. Plus... maybe if this surprise is anything like his fantasies, he'd have an opportunity to use it.

"Oh, wait wait wait!" You scramble over to him as he trudges downstairs, keeping him from entering the living room.

"Are you gonna tell me what my surprise is?"

"No! Then it wouldn't be a surprise at all. Close your eyes."

Derek does as instructed, shutting his eyes tight. When feels you grab his hand and start to tug him along, he can't help but sneak a peek.

"I swear... if your Idea of a surprise is to walk me into a wall-"

"Oh, shut it." You scoff and clap your free hand over his eyes.

"Just trust me. And no peeking."

Derek grumbles, but he does trust you. A lot more than he lets on. So, he blindly stumbles along as you lead him into the... kitchen? Yeah, he's pretty sure he's in the kitchen.

"Okay, you can look." You uncover his eyes, but keep a tight hold on his hand as you beam at him.

"What do you think?"

What does he think?

Derek chokes up at the sight before him, and has to turn his head so you don't see the way his eyes are watering again.

A cake. You baked him a fucking cake to say you're proud of him. And he called you annoying.

"It's to celebrate being a week sober." You explain, leaning over to try and catch a glimpse of his face.

He squeezes your hand tightly, but can't get any words out.

"A week." He whispers, blinking back tears. Fuck, has it been a week already? It feels like hardly a day has passed.

"Oh, love. C'mere."

Derek lets himself be pulled into your arms. He groans from your touch, melting into the embrace and burying his face in your neck.

God, this is perfect. He's wanted to be held like this for so long, but now that it's finally happening... he can't help but feel guilty.

"I'm such an ass." He mumbles into your neck, lips pressed to your skin.

"Not always." You laugh softly and pull him a little closer.

Too close. He can feel your breasts pressing against him... fuck. Any closer and you might be able to feel what he has tucked away.

"Not always?" Derek scoffs, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes.

"Is that really the best you've got to make me feel better?"

"What? You want me to lie?"

"Maybe."

He stares into your eyes, heart pounding in his chest as he suddenly realizes just how close you are. It takes everything in him not to lean in and bridge the few inch gap between the two of you.

"You look nice like this."

Derek can feel his face heating up as you cup his face with a hand. Shit, If you don't stop soon he might actually just kiss you.

"Like what?" He asks breathlessly, mesmerized by your touch.

"With a trim." You smile and run your thumb along his his stubble, eyes trailing from his jaw to his lips.

For a second, Derek is sure you're going to kiss him. He tilts his head ever so slightly in anticipation, and his eyes flutter shut.

"So... you want a piece of cake?" You clear your throat, suddenly dropping your arms and breaking the embrace.

Of course you weren't going to kiss him. Derek gives you a half-hearted smile and nods, trying to hide just how crushed he feels.

"Yeah, sure. Cake."

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"No, love, you're supposed to do the edge pieces first."

You chuckle as Derek angrily fumbles with two puzzle pieces. They quite obviously don't match, but he's trying to force them together anyways.

"Sorry, I wasn't aware puzzles had rules." He scoffs, dramatically tossing the little cardboard chunks across the table.

You'd dragged him out to the porch for a little fresh air, since he insisted he was too tired to make the five minute walk down to the beach.

"Well, they do. The biggest rule is don't throw the puzzle pieces, or you'll lose them." You laugh and continue flipping pieces over so they're facing upwards.

It hasn't been very long since you started the puzzle, and Derek already looks bored.

"Is this supposed to be fun?" He grumbles, helping you flip over pieces with one hand, the other finding it's way to rest on top of yours.

You wonder if he even notices he's doing it again. Touching you like that. You've gotten used to it by now, and usually just let it happen.

"Oh, come on. You gonna let a puzzle get the best of you, Danforth? A child could do this."

Derek makes a face and gestures to the sea of little cardboard scraps scattered across the table.

"A child could do a one thousand piece puzzle?" He scoffs.

"Okay, maybe not..." You laugh and adjust your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"But I'm sure you can do it."

Derek's face flushes pink, and you aren't sure whether its from the praise or the way you're so casually holding his hand. Probably both. But so what if you're holding his hand? He's the one who started it.

He just mumbles something under his breath and looks back down at the table, suddenly very motivated to help you pick through the pieces.

His hand doesn't leave yours.

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Derek wakes up from a deep sleep to the sound of your voice and the feeling of your nails gently scratching his scalp.

He gasps and tries to sit up, but finds he's stuck.

Er, not stuck, just... underneath you?

"Come on, love. You slept through nearly the whole movie." You laugh softly and start to nudge him off your lap.

Derek finally remembers what's going on, and pulls his arm out from under you. Apparently he'd tucked it beneath your knees while he slept, because he sure didn't remember doing it.

"Told you a chick flick would put me to sleep." He mumbles, fumbling to sit up. He finds his other arm is also stuck, wedged in between your waist and the couch.

"Sure made yourself comfortable, huh?" You tease, scooting forward and freeing him.

"Shut up." Derek reluctantly pulls away from you, sitting up and looking at you with a dazed expression. He wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth and groans. That really was a good nap.

"It's just so easy to fall asleep on you." The words come out before he can really think over them, and he freezes in embarrassment. Thankfully, you seem to take it in a different way than he meant it.

"Oh, am I that boring? I put you to sleep?"

"Exactly. I'm yawning already." He teases, letting out an exaggerated yawn that only earns him an elbow to the ribs.

"Hmph. Next time you can fall asleep somewhere else."

"But you're so damn comfortable." He whines, scrambling after you as you make your way upstairs. You can't leave him yet. You just can't.

"Well, your bed is plenty comfortable as well. Go to sleep."

Derek is suddenly struck with a thought, and takes your hand before you can slip away into your room for the night.

"What if..." He starts, placing his other hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer.

"What if I don't want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

You give him an incredulous look, and Derek can hardly believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Fuck, you're going to reject him. He just knows it.

"My bed?" You ask, raising an eyebrow and looking down at the way his hand is gripping your hip.

Derek can hear his heart pounding in his ears. He's being WAY too forward, and probably seems like a creep. Damnit.

"I... I just won't be able to sleep without you. I know it." He stutters, stumbling over his words. It's the truth, though. The only time he's been able to sleep peacefully lately is when he's touching you.

"Derek, love..." You chuckle and start to brush his hands away, taking a step back.

Fuck. He needs to show you how serious he is about this.

"Please? Just for tonight?" He grabs both of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his as he meets your gaze. You said he has puppy-eyes or something, right? Derek does his best to look pitiful.

It's not hard to do. He really does feel pitiful in this moment, begging you so blatantly. He might as well get on his fucking knees.

"Fine." You finally relent, groaning and gently shoving Derek aside as you head into your bedroom.

"But I hope you know I kick in my sleep."

"I don't mind taking that risk."

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After quickly getting ready for bed, you settle down under the covers while Derek stands awkwardly to the side.

"Well? You gonna join me?" You ask, patting the spot next to you.

God, how did you get roped into this? Him and those damn puppy eyes. He's so hard to say no to.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Derek scrambles to climb into bed beside you. He looks like he's having just as much trouble believing what's happening.

"Sleeping with you wasn't really in my job description, you know. I'm complaining to your mother after this."

"Please don't." He groans, squirming and getting comfortable under the shared blanket. He keeps his distance, seeming content just to be in the same bed as you.

"You gonna sleep in that?" You lift the blanket to peek at his outfit, a simple t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Yeah? What's wrong with it?" He pouts and tugs the blanket back down, acting self-conscious.

"Nothing, just... You aren't going to be hot?"

"Are you trying to get me to take my pants off, sweetheart?"

"God, no. I've seen enough of that."

Your teasing clearly gets to him, because he rolls over to face away from you, grumbling. You swear his ears are a little pink. Is he blushing?

"Oh, love. I'm just messing with you." You scoot a little closer to him, and put a hand on his waist.

"I know." He whispers, breath hitched.

"Is it okay if I do this?"

He groans when you get even closer, spooning him from behind. Your arm wraps around his waist and you press your entire body against his.

"M-maybe I will get hot..." He mumbles, but makes no effort to push you away. Instead, he completely melts under your touch, relaxing against the pillow.

"Keep your pants on, Danforth."

"Yes ma'am."

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Derek has been in bed with you for what feels like hours, (though really only around half of one), and he still can't believe what's happening.

Your arm is around his waist, holding him tight while the rest of your body is pressed up against him. He can feel your breasts pressing into his back, and your lips on his neck.

He almost wishes you'd kiss him, but that would probably send him over the edge.

And God, is he dangerously close to the edge right now.

His heart is pounding, heartbeat in synch with the throbbing in his pants. He's been hard ever since you cuddled up to him, but no way in hell is he going to ask you to stop. Not ever. Even if it kills him.

Scratch that. It is going to kill him. Derek can't help but let out a whimper as his dick twitches in his sweatpants.

Fuck. Your hand is right there, on his stomach. If you'd just slide it down a little...

"What's wrong?" You mumble, giving him a tight squeeze and nuzzling against the back of his neck.

"O-oh. Just... headache... Don't feel good..."

He feels like a total prick for lying to you, but what is he supposed to say? Yeah, totally fine, just horny as fuck? He'd rather die.

"Aww... I've got you, love."

Derek's breath hitches as you throw your leg over him. He can feel your thigh pressed up against his side, and the way you squeeze him feels heavenly.

He whimpers again, and starts to squirm slightly in your grasp. Fuck, if you keep this up he's not going to be able to control himself.

You continue to gently squeeze, rub, and cuddle him, whispering words of comfort with your lips pressed against the back of his neck. He can feel your hot breath on him, your breasts against his back, your hand on his stomach, your leg wrapped around his...

He can feel everything. And it's driving him insane.

Okay, okay, fuck. He can fix this. He just needs a quick release. That's all.

Derek starts to form a plan in his head, fueled by desperation and lust. Once he's mostly sure you're asleep, he slips his hand down into his boxers.

Biting back a moan, he slowly starts to jerk himself off. Painfully slow. He can't risk waking you up.

It's so fucking hard to not go faster, or move, or make a sound. Fuck, it's just so hard. Period.

He didn't really think this through, huh? Asking to sleep in your bed. Next time he'll jerk off first. If there is a next time. Damnit. If you catch him like this, you'll never speak to him again. He's sure.

Trembling, he accidentally lets a small whine slip out. Even with the absolute minimum amount of stimulation, he's close to finishing.

"Hnngh... Derek? You okay?"

Fuck. You're awake.

"Huh? Yeah, just... nightmare..." He chokes the words out, hand still wrapped around his cock as he slowly milks out a steady trickle of precum.

"It's okay." You whisper, holding him even tighter. "I'm right here."

Yeah, and that's the his damn problem. Your words and touch send him spiraling over the edge, and he bites his lip with nearly enough force to draw blood as he comes in his sweatpants.

It's not the most satisfying orgasm, seeing as he could barely touch it... but it still feels so much better than being that fucking horny with no release.

"Thank you..." Derek groans, praying that you don't ever discover the double meaning behind his words.

He had originally planned to sneak away and clean himself up, but with the way you're clinging to him...

Fuck. Guess he's sleeping in wet sweatpants.

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Author's note: Oh my goddd, sorry for such a long wait on this chapter!!! I've been wanting to write this scene FOREVER, but I also wanted to get it right!!

I love putting Derek in uncomfortable situations. Not sorry.

Also its crazy to me that I've written 16 thousand words of fanfic for a character that had 20 minutes of screen time and then fucking DIED 💀

Anyways... expect the next chapter in 2-3 days. Thanks for all the love and support!!!

Part 6

#josh hutcherson #jhutch #jhutch1992 #derek danforth #josh hutcherson x reader #derek danforth x reader #josh hutcherson x you #derek danforth x you #derek danforth smut #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #fluff and angst #slowburn fic

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bookie-bookdust · 5 months ago

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Okay one more and then I'm retiring this post!!!

For you @galaxiasgreen 🥰

This is my dark shadow trio fic I work on veryyyyyy slowly and am deeply in love with but am also TERRIFIED of posting. It's also very taxing to write. Seb breaks MC out of Azkaban (with a time turner and he's just a tad bit loony from using the damn thing so many times), and Ominis is hired by the Ministry to capture them. It's so angsty and ahgeagwjagwlahgiawel okay okay:

“You’re awake.” I whipped around, back slamming against the wall. Sebastian held up his hands, eyes flicking to the candlestick suffocating in my grip. “Tell me now. I need answers.” My free hand was up by instinct, ready to cast a blasting spell with my ancient magic. What I’d taken from the repository all those years ago crackled in my chest, hissing wildly as it unfurled from its hibernation. It demanded use. Power. I attempted to summon it forward, but it only buzzed, drunken. He nodded, scrubbing his face. “Yes. Answers, I know.” He paced a moment before stopping. “How are you?” I blinked at him, readjusting my grip on the candlestick. How was I? What sort of question was that? “Old.” He laughed, and the sound made me jump. I’d missed that sound. He used to laugh in my ear when he’d sneak up behind me at Hogwarts, when we’d slip into caves or revel over camps we destroyed, when he’d press his lips to my neck… Something pierced my heart, and I chewed the inside of my cheek. Merlin, how could any of this be real? Now that I was out of Azkaban, I could see him better. He was taller, broader chested with strong shoulders. His freckles were more defined. Handsome with a touch of that boyishness still present in his face. It made my fingers twitch. But he also looked tired, haunted, dark circles bruising those hazel eyes. I wanted to reach for him, to scrub at the dark spots, but there was no way he still felt the same. Ten years was too long to be gone. He sighed, that glint drowning as his mask slipped. “Without you around to keep me in line, I’m afraid I’ve made quite the mess.” “That isn’t how I remember it. I was your worst enabler.” I quirked an eyebrow, and he smiled. “I missed you,” he murmured. “I always miss you.” He stared at me as if I’d disappear, and I was sure I looked back at him the same. I let that sadness soak me, baptizing me. “They come when I think of you. The dementors. Every time.” His face paled, jaw working as he surged forward, pulling me into a hug. I slammed into his warm chest, fumbling awkward limbs until I could get a hold of myself. This. This was what I missed. A cell of my own creation, Sebastian’s arms around me, fingers digging into my hair and back. I let myself return the hug, let myself inhale his comforting smell of smoke and parchment. Let myself feel his heartbeat. Real. This was real. They couldn’t take him from me. Not again. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked, leaning back to study my face. This close it felt like I stared straight into a burning fire. That was how it always felt with Sebastian Sallow. As if he was a flame, and I the firewood meant to be eaten up. It hurt. My eyes prickled, but I didn’t loosen my hold. I couldn’t. Not again. Not ever.

okay bye!!!!

#wip game

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boombrothersasks · 1 year ago

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*hands eclipse viper in a lil desert themed blanket* I found em with cubot and had to sneak em out.here ya go!

"VIPER!!" Eclipse hugged the plush tight.

"Finally, something easy..." Shadow turned. "Well, at least now we can just head back to the cave, no problems whatsoever, and I can finally, maybe, just perhaps have some peace and quiet time to myse-"

"COMING THROUGH LOOK OUT SORRY NOT SORRY OKAY BYE~!"

There was a gust of wind, one that blew a blast of chilly wind straight into their faces. They had to close their eyes, but once they were opened again, they had looked down to find that Viper was gone. Again.

"WHAT?! HOW?! WHEN?! EXCUUUUUUUUUUSE ME?!" Eclipse began searching the area in a frantic sort of state, while Shadow was just left confused.

"So something actually does want your dumb stuffed bear...?"

"HE'S NOT DUMB!! And I told you so! Someone took him before, and took him back now! He's a precious thing!"

"Of course I was wrong to think this would be easy. When is it ever easy?" Shadow crossed his arms, but was soon alert of the cold weather again. "But you should probably cover up with something warm before we head off anywhere else. It's going to start snowing again soon. You might just fall asleep...maybe I could just let you hibernate all winter and not have to worry about the-"

"SHADOW!!"

#ding dong your viper is gone #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #sth #boom!brothers au #sonic boom #sonic boom au #sonic au #boom!shadow #boom!eclipse

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stinkrascal · 2 years ago

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picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

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chansdimp1es · 4 years ago

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Back to You - Bang Chan

summary: no matter what challenges the two of you faced, either together or apart, you would always find your way back to each other.

pairing: bang chan x fem! reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end,

warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, body image issues, implied eating disorder, mention of s/h scars

word count: 1k +

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cold.

all you felt was cold.

it was late on a friday night, and you sat at your bedroom window huddled up in your duvet, staring out into the black night.

“oh for life to always be this peaceful”, you thought to yourself before wiping your runny nose for the umpteenth time that evening.

“y/n...?” you heard softly from the other side of the door.

“leave me alone chan, I don’t want to see you” you muttered, before slouching further into your protective shell consisting of your duvet, blankets and multiple pillows - to hibernate from the world forever.

bang chan. your best friend since you were toddlers. both of your mum’s were best friends when they were young, and his mum and coincidentally moved into the house next to yours only a few months after chan was born after moving to Australia resulting in the two of you becoming just as close as you mothers after countless play dates and birthday parties.

you’ve done everything together really, from sneaking into each others rooms in the middle of the night to help each other sleep after either yours or his parents a had forced one of you to go home, to your crazy side when the two of you have your infamous sleepovers and you get just a little too excited at the idea of watching a shitty rom-com that both you and chan adore to make fun of. he’s been there for you through thick and thin, but this - this is the one thing you could never be honest with him about.

you’ve always secretly struggled with anxiety and depression, and despite a few chats here and there, you’ve surprisingly managed to hide the severity of it from chan after all these years.

from covering your scars with makeup and being careful to not wear revealing clothes around him, to him amazingly never questioning why you excuse yourself to the toilet after almost every meal, there’s no way he could truly know about the black hole that eats you up at every waking moment of your day.

but this? the pure and utter hatred of yourself? you don’t know how much longer you can go on for, how much longer you can survive the ferocious waves in your mind that threaten to drown you at every moment.

the truth is, you’re exhausted. who wouldn’t be? but you know that you can never show your true self to chan, or anyone for that matter. you love the fake persona you’ve created for when you’re around your family and friends, the bright, carefree girl who hardly worries about anything, and you don’t want that to change. you naturally don’t want them to start walking on eggshells around you and start treating you as if you’re a fragile china doll that may break at any moment.

you knew chan would try do everything he could to help you if he found out, god of course he would, but you wouldn’t be able to survive the guilt if you unloaded your mental burdens onto him, it wasn’t fair to him. and besides, you hardly wanted to tell your long term best friend who you may or may not have a major crush on about how you don’t want to be here anymore.

“c’mon y/n.. let me in. i’m really worried” chan says through the door again. “let me help”, he pleads. “please just tell me whats going on””. “no chan, leave me alone, please” you begged between soft cries. “i’ll call you tomorrow okay?” chan says softly, finally defeated. “bye y/n..”

“bye channie”

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3:00 AM

you’d barely slept. you rarely did anymore, but on nights like this especially, you were left tossing and turning all night.

the hurt and sadness that you had heard in chan’s tone earlier kept replaying over and over in your mind. you felt bad for shutting him out, but how could you explain yourself to him, and show him the true side of you? it’s not as easy as you’d think.

suddenly, your phone went off, illuminating a small section of your room and making you squint away from it due to the brightness after all of your crying.

freckles ;) , 3:02 AM

sorry in advance, i had no choice but to tell him.

he knows pretty much everything btw

huh? what was that supposed to mean?

your confusion was shortly lived when you heard the familiar sound that you had heard thousands of times before of your bedroom window opening, signalling that chan was here, and you could only think of one thing;

you were going to kill lee felix.

sure you loved you crazy ray of sunshine of a cousin, how could you not? but he was the only other person that you had trusted enough with the shit show of what your life was, partially because he always saw through you enough to know that you were really never ‘okay’ when you told him you were. he was the only person you allowed to be your true self to be around, and he witnessed nights like these and just held you more times than you care to admit.

you look up to see chan coming through the window, half hoping to see his signature warm, dimpled smile that you know and love, but was met with sorrowful eyes and a tear stained face instead.

“y/n” he said sadly, making his way over to your bed where you were yet again bundled up in your duvet and blankets. “y/n” he repeats, gently getting into bed and laying down beside you.

“why didn’t you ever tell me” he whispers softly whilst wrapping his arms around you.

“i just didn’t know how”, you replied, crying into his chest.

“shhh, its okay, i’m here now.” he soothes you, gently stroking your hair, and you quickly dozed off to sleep soon after in the arms of the boy who would never know how close you hold him to your heart, and somehow you knew that everything would finally be okay, because no matter what challenges the two of you faced, either together or apart,

you would always find your way back to each other.

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a/n : hey guys! thanks for taking the time to read my first ever fic! sorry for the kinda rushed ending, but I thought it was best to end it where I did instead of drawing it out 🙃

~ s <3

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redrobbingabank · 4 years ago

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Allegiances

Quackity wanted spruce wood for Las Nevadas. He’d asked Purpled to go and get it. It would have been much simpler, Purpled thought, if he’d let him get the spruce right next to the city.

When he’d asked why Quackity blocked his way, he’d simply given him some crap about “already taken”, and “rival businesses”. So Purpled had ventured off the main path of the Nether Hub and walked to the Arctic Empire, where he’d heard of a massive forest springing up.

It would give him a chance to check on Techno, too. Purpled dragged the blade of his axe along the trees as he walked, gazing up at the pine needles above him. They hadn’t talked much during the Eggpire job, but the words they had exchanged had given Purpled a high opinion of the warrior. He’d been curious if Quackity had invited him to join Las Nevadas.

Dogchamp at his side, Purpled stopped at the tree line and watched the two houses for a moment. Smoke rose from one of the chimneys. Maybe Techno had gone back into hibernation like he’d said.

Purpled shrugged to himself and stepped out into the clearing. No one stopped him. He ascended the steps and stopped to put his axe away before knocking on the door of the house with smoke coming out.

It flew open almost before he touched the wood. “Techno?”

Purpled blinked. Philza was in front of him, looking like a mess and completely normal all at once.

His bucket hat was missing, and his eyes were full of worry. When he registered Purpled standing in front of him, he deflated. “Oh. What do you want, Purpled?”

“Um, hi.” Purpled fiddled with the string of his hoodie nervously. “I was actually, uh, looking for Techno.”

“What?” Phil stepped back from the door a little. Purpled glanced into his house. The place was organized, except for a mess of papers on the desk. “What do you want with Techno?” he asked suspiciously.

“Well, I don’t know if you heard, but Techno and I kinda owned the Eggpire with Quackity a few weeks ago,” Purpled said. “We hung out, I wanted to see how he was doing.”

He was about to mention Las Nevadas, but Phil held up a hand. “Quackity?” His eyes hardened.

“Yeah, he’s the one who got us to come deal with the egg,” Purpled said. He stuck his hands in his pockets, glancing around nervously. Mercenary he might be, but he would be no match for Philza Minecraft. “Why?”

“That absolute piece of shit,” Phil growled. Purpled got the distinct feeling that he was talking to himself. “Only Quackity would have the fucking nerve to pull that shit.”

“Am I missing something?” Purpled laughed awkwardly. He himself didn’t like Quackity. He was never going to forgive him for destroying his UFO, but he’d come to appreciate the man’s drive. It wasn’t like, he’d say. More of a grudging respect. And, try as he might, he hadn’t been able to discern anything shady about Las Nevadas.

Phil looked at him incredulously. “What rock have you been living under?”

A casino shaped one, Purpled thought, but he just shrugged.

“Quackity,” Phil seethed, “locked Techno up in the prison.”

For a second, Purpled was frozen in a shocked silence. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked.

“The son of a bitch trapped him in the prison with Dream.” Phil’s grip was so tight on the door that Purpled worried it would splinter. “He gave him a bullshit note and said Dream wrote it, and Techno fucking agreed. He agreed. And it’s been days. He fucking knew it was a trap. He gave me his damn will! And now I’ve got to get him out of the most fucking secure building on the server!” Phil dragged a hand down his face. “So that’s what’s happening, Purpled.”

Fuck. Anger filled Purpled before he realized what he was feeling. It was one thing to blow up a recluse’s home and offer him a chance at legacy in return. It was another to lock up the fiercest warrior, who’d fought beside him in good faith, with the server’s resident psychopath.

“I see,” he said. His voice had gone cold and blank. “Thanks for telling me this, Phil. I’m gonna be back later, alright?” He took a step away from the door and paused. “Actually, could you watch Dogchamp for like an hour? I’ll be back really fast.”

Phil frowned, taken aback. “Um, sure, Purpled.”

“Great. Thanks.” Purpled shoved Dogchamp’s leash into Phil’s hand and rushed back to the Nether portal. He summoned his sword into his hand, glowering as he came out again in Las Nevadas.

“Hey! Yo, slimy boy!” he yelled. Quackity’s assistant-slash-spy-slash-adopted-kid was always hanging around Las Nevadas when Quackity was away on business.

“Hello, Purpled from UFO!” Slime dropped from somewhere above and landed in the water fountain. He scrambled out to stand in front of Purpled, beaming. Slime dripped from the tips of his fingers and his chin.

“Did you know about this, huh?” Purpled asked, holding up his sword. “Did you know about Techno?”

“What’s a Techno?” Slime asked.

Frustration overwhelmed him. He shoved Slime hard in the shoulder, his hand coming away sticky. Slime’s upper body bent back, but his feet stayed stuck firmly to the ground. “Technoblade! The anarchist!”

“Dap me up!” Slime said. He reached to nudge Purpled back, but he dodged.

“No! Stop it! Just… do you know who Technoblade is?” Purpled asked angrily.

“Um…” Slime looked around the room with large movements of his head. His glasses were stuck to his face. “The angry sword dude?”

“Fine! Fine.” Purpled pinched the bridge of his nose. “The angry sword dude. Did he seem like a chill guy to you?”

“Well, he was angry, so…”

“Right, yeah, of course,” Purpled said. He dragged a hand down his face. “Well, I happen to be friends with Technoblade, and he actually is a really good dude. He helped us fight the Egg? You know the Egg?” he asked when Slime’s eyes widened. Slime nodded. “Great, yeah the Egg’s really fucking bad, right? Techno helped us beat it. Techno’s a cool dude.”

“No, that can’t be right,” Slime said. “Quackity from Las Nevadas said that Techno’s a bad person.”

“Well, Quackity fucking locked Techno in a prison with Dream!” Purpled yelled. “Don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

Slime paused. For a second, Purpled almost thought that he actually had. “Nope!” Slime chirped.

“Oh my ––” Purpled threw his hands up. “No. Whatever. Bye, Slime.”

“What slime? I’m meat, bones, see?” Slime pulled out a femur from his pocket. Purpled didn’t respond. He turned and re-entered the Nether, heading for Phil’s.

Slime took too long to figure things out. He knew this. He didn’t have time to make him understand. Purpled didn’t even care about getting him on his side. He wasn’t attached to him at all. Slime had yet to show the charm that Quackity had said he had. He ––

Was following behind him.

“Slime!” Purpled whirled around, brandishing his sword, and Slime froze. The heat was doing something to him. It looked like he was losing water, dehydrating. He was turning a steadily lighter shade of green. For a minute Purpled forgot about telling him off. “You can’t be in here!” he hissed, hurrying him back through the portal. “Get into the fountain!”

“Okay!” Slime started returning to his normal state moments after stepping into the water.

“Now stay there. The Nether. Will. Kill. You.” Purpled watched carefully, hoping for some sign of comprehension from Slime. As usual, there was nothing behind his eyes. “Alright. I’m gonna go. Do not follow me. The Nether will make you die, man, and that’ll piss off Quackity, alright?”

“Alright!” Slime said.

“Alright.” Purpled backed away, watching to make sure Slime stayed in the fountain. He didn’t follow him again, but he waved enthusiastically.

Purpled dashed back through the Nether and through the Arctic Empire’s portal. He knocked at Phil’s door again.

“What?” Phil asked, stopping when he saw Purpled in full armor. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you break Techno out,” Purpled said.

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp fic #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #purpled #philza minecraft #slimecicle #technoblade

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babyvixen-writes · 4 years ago

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Stupid Keys

Bucky Barnes x Doctor!WOC!Reader

notes: some bad language, bit of fluff, shyness, tired reader, bucky stalking (?) if you squint

word count: 1,109

summary: Weeks after the Blip, an intimidating yet quiet stranger moves from across your apartment. Let’s just say it wasn’t as pleasant as you try to welcome him. (Inspired by Grey’s Anatomy and TFATWS. It doesn’t contain any spoilers)

NOT BETA’D. I’m trying okay. This is my first one-shot to post here on tumblr. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST/ TRANSLATE TO OTHER LANGUAGES TO OTHER SITES. The English language is not my first language so please forgive me for typos, incorrect spellings, and grammatical errors. Also, writing is not my forte but I do enjoy them. It’s a hobby hehe Enjoy and happy reading :D

You finished another 48-hour shift from the hospital, yet again. Ever since everyone who, out of nowhere, turned into dust in front of your eyes came back so suddenly you almost had a heart attack when you were in the operating room performing a heart transplant surgery, you have been very busy ever since. Your longest yet very exhausting shift was at 72-hours with very little sleep somewhere on a vacant gurney along the hallway. The chief surgeon even ordered you to have a one-week off.

“You have to take care of yourself, Y/N. I can’t have my best general surgeon fatigue and sick while on duty.”

After minutes of you and the chief having a light argument, you finally gave in. So there you are, walking towards the open elevator with slumped shoulder, your messenger bag on the floor dragging it behind you. Your thumb pressed on the number of your apartment floor as you leaned your weight on the side of the metal lift. You sighed and yawned for the umpteenth time, rolling your shoulders to ease the kink that had been bothering you ever since. You lazily stepped out of the elevator after it opened, forcing your tired and sore feet to drag you to the hallway.

Your eyes landed on the slightly open door across from you. A few boxes were sitting outside that apartment. It used to be empty for years, even before the Blip. It was because it was a little pricey for a small-spaced shelter good for one to two people. You shook your head from wandering thoughts, your focus on getting on the bed and hibernate until god knows when. Your fingers fished your keys inside your unorganized bag, grumbling, and cursing to yourself why you didn’t even place your keys in your pockets for easy access. You didn’t know that your unknown neighbor was by his door, leaning and amused at your state.

“Fuck!” You groaned, huffing and tying your disheveled hair into a messy bun before getting on the floor and opening your bag wide enough to see everything inside.

“Do you need any help?” Your head whipped in the direction where that deep voice came from. When you saw him, boy was you flustered. He was gorgeous! Even if he was wearing a leather jacket with a grey shirt underneath, you can tell that he was buff. Your heart involuntarily beat faster than normal and it didn’t help when he smirked at your gawking, as if he could feel you getting hot and embarrassed. He bet you didn’t know that your jaw was slightly dropped. You finally came to your senses, shaking your head.

“I’m okay.” You try to sound as calm as possible, faking a cough then trying to focus on finding your damn fucking keys. “Where are those damn keys,” you grumbled under your breath, releasing a frustrated sigh.

“Let me help you instead, ma’am.” The brunette-haired stranger insisted, his boot-clad feet stomped gently on the wooden floor. You sighed in defeat, feeling your head cloudy with the need for sleep. “Okay.” You yawned, shifted yourself to let your back lean against the wall beside your door. He gave you a smile, a warm smile that the corners of his eyes wrinkled and the corners of his lips dimpled. You gave one back, a shy smile. You have never felt this weird feeling before, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the tingling sensation of the apples on your cheeks. You cleared your throat, “You just moved in here?” You decided to have small talk with this handsome stranger as he tries to find your goddamn keys from your poor excuse of a bag.

“I just moved in yesterday,” the man said, glancing at you and continued to search. “I didn’t know someone lived here.”

“I spend my time in the hospital a lot.” You sighed, nails scratching against your scalp. “Workload’s been hectic ever since the ‘Vanished’ ones came back.” You said and then you heard a muffled jingle. You lit up your eyes to him and grin. He chuckled, his gloved fingers hooked on its keychain.

“Thank you...” You trailed off. “James Barnes.” He passed you your belongings and your keys, holding his right gloved hand. Your calloused hand gladly accepted, feeling the leather against your grip. “I’m Y/N.” You said cooly as the two of you remained eye contact, hands shaking slowly. You wanted to know how his hand feels against yours. If it is as hot as he made you feel, with his large palm against your, maybe even calloused and his fingers.

No, don’t even think about his fingers. You scold yourself. “Um. I should probably go and sleep.” You planned to quickly get your hand from his, but his grip remained with you then let go with a linger that made you bit the inside of your cheek the way the leather of his glove rubbed against your fingertips.

He didn’t say anything. His blue eyes just pierced against the back of your skull when you turned around, mentally praying that you won’t make a fool of yourself as you slotted the hole of the door with the key, twisted, and turned the knob open.

“Bye, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you later?” You questioned, looking at him. You can see that his eyes were on your lips, then flickered to meet your gaze. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and turned his back at you to return to his place, which made it time to go inside and close the door behind you with a slam. You hit the back of your head against the door, rolled and closed your eyes, and release a groan.

“Real smooth, idiot. Real smooth.” You scold yourself. “This is why guys don’t talk to me.” Tossing your bag to the couch, you dragged yourself to the bedroom, your memory from earlier torturing you before you drift off to sleep.

On the other hand, when you closed your door in a rush, James Barnes can hear the way your heart pumped a little faster than normal. Screw that, ever since you two looked at each other, he was fascinated by how your heartbeat changed, your cheeks strained a little when you felt flushed by his presence. He thought you were too cute and short to be working in the hospital, with those doe-shaped eyes and the dimples on your cheek and the corner of your lips. He heard you talking to yourself, though, thanks to his super-hearing. He wasn’t trying to be a creep, but he couldn’t help it.

Bucky hopes to see you again.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x female reader

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bellatrixxue · 4 years ago

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Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Also, those who are in this roller coaster with me, ready? Tag list is: @fangirlxwritesx67 @amazingiam00 @kalliravenne @indecisive20something @2musiclover2 @impossibletosleepthrough @there-must-be-a-lock @wingedcatninja @arvit

Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

FUCKJUMPSCARETITLEFUCKYOU

So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

...

I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

#xue's supernatural dare #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared paladecki #text #i had a really bad day today with my constant pain and aching from the chemo #but this really brought genuine smiles to my face!#what a good show #what a wonderful show #how the FUCK did they fuck it up later #well #i guess i'll find out when i get there lmao

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 6 years ago

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Omggg I was so scared that your request gonna be closed. But it open. oMg. Ok, I’m here tp fullfilled my fantasy💕 Canwe pleaseeeee have Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure!Reader (Part 3) 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 Omg I just love how s/o went so well with the Rengoku family. I know this wasn’t meant to be parted. But still, I couldn’t. No rush. Take your time.💕 I know you still got lots of requests. I love to read those too💕💕💕💕

Me, on part 2: hahaha, this is cute, I’m kinda proud of this. I like to make it “hanging”, let’s just leave the rest to the reader. I dunno if this end works but-

Readers: *demanded for part 3*

Me: shit.

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Little Sister Figure (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

After the train incident, Kyoujurou retired and you continued your path as Pillar. Just say, you’re replacing him as Flame Pillar and started to take your own tsugako. He still taught his own students too.

Everything still the same, except Kyoujurou now wearing black eye patch

And one more.

You tend to avoid the “Be my wife” talks with Kyoujurou.

You still talked to him and be with him like daily basis, but every time he mentioned something about marriage, you always got an excuse to not talk about it.

“So, about the-”

“Ahh… I have something to do. Later, Aniki!!”

“Do you still consider about my-”

“Ops! I forgot that my tsugako waiting in the dojo now! Mustn’t be late!”

“Right, (y/n), which one do you prefer traditional or modern?”

“…what?”

“You know, the mar-”

“Waaah!!! I had to meet Oyakata-sama now. Bye!”

He’s actually mad towards his ‘little sister’

REALLY

PISSED

OFF

But he did his best to not show you his true emotion. The dark aura always emitted after you 'ran’ away from him. Senjurou could feel it, his big brother was angry. He already knew that Kyoujurou has confessed to you.

“Ani-ue, are you okay? Nee-chan probably still embarrassed about it. You confessed to her out of blue… And with straightforward asking too.” He comforted Kyoujurou who sulked in kotatsu. “What about, don’t bring it up for awhile, she’s uncomfortable.”

“I know, but at least, don’t ignore the conversation like that.” He put his chin on the table. Senjurou really reminded him of their father when they pouted.

“I will try to talk to her.” said Senjurou gently. “Maybe she’ll understand.”

Kyoujurou looked at outside, it’s snowy. He only could see white on the yard, and some vague lanterns lit up.

It’s really cold huh. I wonder where did she go, did she put on layers, he’s wondering.

When you went back home, he greeted you on the living room, cheered up and being sunshine big bro again.

You smiled and greeted him back. He caught you and covered you with his big body, along with his haori, made you seated on his lap, back to chest.

“A-Aniki?!”

“Kotatsu is the best- Uwah, cold.” He touched your cheek with his, rubbing it. He put your palm on his hands, tried to make it warm. “You didn’t wear extra layer?”

“Already did that. But it’s useless. I’m okay though, I like winter!”

“Huh…” He strengthened his embrace towards your cold body. You blushed and grasped on his arms.

“B- By the way, Aniki. Have you change your eye patch?”

“Not yet.” You turned around.

“Then let me treat it.” You stood up and disappeared from the door. You came back, bringing new patch and some oint treatment.

Slowly, you took off his old eye patch. You applied warmed wet tissue, smeared oint treatment with cotton on his left eye, dried it up again and put new eye patch.

He stared at you with his right eyes. Perfect, adorable, alluring, dazzling, fit to be my wife and mother of my children.

“Um, please don’t stare too much. It’s really embarrassing…”

“Haha! Sorry!”

It’s a shame that he had to hold his urge to marry her now.

“Done.” You slipped out his bangs. “Tell me if it’s not comfortable.”

“All is fine! Let’s sit and enjoy the-”

“Great, I’ll help Senjurou on the dinner.” You left him while carrying the treatments and old patch.

He sulked in the kotatsu again.

Yeah, you just avoided the topic, not his entire well-being. You still treated his wounds and else.

“Nee-chan, how is your works?” Senjurou peeled carrots.

“Good!” You put miso paste on your cooking.

“…if something make you uneasy because of Ani-ue, I apologize. It’s the first time he’s being eager like this.”

“It’s okay.” You shook your head. “I’m just… Surprised.”

“Nee-chan, do you love my brother?”

You stopped for awhile.

Did I love him?

Even though, all I do is regarding his position as my brother?

“I- I’m sorry, Nee-chan! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“…still think about it.” You patted his hair. “I’m sorry, Senjurou. You had to deal with us like this.”

You couldn’t bring anyone more in your relationship. Like it or not, you had to think and resolve it as soon as you can

Kyoujurou never brought up about that proposal again, he still poured his affections towards you like always.

Until one night, when you were on your way headed to home, crow from headquarters was coming to you.

“Emergency! Emergency! Go to West Village! 2 Lower Moons spotted insight! Emergency! Emergency! 10 Kanoe were injured! 3 died!”

You gripped your sword. You sent a letter thorough your crow to Kyoujurou, told him that you will not be home tonight. Then ran to the said direction.

Kyoujurou received that letter, he clenched it.

“Lower Moon these days are getting stronger, it really troublesome.”

“Trust her more, Ani-ue. She’s Hashira too, just like you.”

You finally accomplished your mission, two Lower Moons were defeated. Kakushis were sent out to brought injured lower rank demon slayers.

You saw their corpses, they even didn’t have intact shape anymore.

“(y/n)-sama, we will help you to bury their bodies.”

“No need, I’ll do it alone. Just treat those who survived.”

“But, you have wounds too-”

“I’m fine. Now, go.”

“If you insisted…”

All of the small funeral works were done by you. You didn’t get disturbed by the cold feeling. You made sure that here is the best place for them to rest in peace.

“Thank you for your hard work. May we met again on yomi.” You clasped both of your hand and prayed in front of their tomb.

You walked away and headed home.

“Ah.” You didn’t realize there were injuries on your left stomach. It was small wounds at first, but looks like it’s widening. “I’m so careless. Maybe Aniki scolded me again.” You really thought you could hold it.

But suddenly, there was great blizzard coming on your way.

All you could see was white, it’s not even white, it became blurry. There were no shelters around. It became difficult for you to move forward, but you didn’t have any choice. You had to move or else, you die.

The wound on your left worsened, your fingertips became numb. Again, you forgot with the extra layer and now kinda regret not listening to Kyoujurou.

You used your sword as your crutch, helping you walk forward.

What is the worst case?

Ah, the grumbling sound behind you. You didn’t even had brief moment to react, snow slides collided with your body and dragged you down.

You’re panicking, tried to find oxygen with your lungs but it’s really difficult to even grasped on something. It made you upside down.

The slide finally stop, you just stayed on your place, with snow almost burying all of your body. Your face became numb and you couldn’t feel your outer body anymore.

You were facing towards the sky. It’s still blizzard.

You wanted to raise your hand or shouted for help, but you’re too weak and tired for doing so. The blood on your stomach became even worst, it started to permeate on the snow, and make it red.

'Am I dying here?’

Kyoujurou ever told you to stay calm in any state of death verge. So, you used his technique to breath calmly, trying to stop your own bleed

But it’s useless because the cut really deep right now. Instead of thinking your wound, you just let yourself to breath casually, simply to stay alive for a moment.

'Aniki… I’m sorry… If I didn’t make it…-No, you saved my life, I can’t let this chance slipped anymore. I had to stay alive.’

You knew that once you sleep inside this snow, you’ll die. But you had to do this to make your breathe stable.

'Because… I had to tell him my real feelings… I had to stay alive.“

You closed your eyes and fall into half asleep state, like frog on their hibernation. You still conscious, but you’re actually in verge of death and alive.

After some time, you heard a vague sound of your name being called. That must be Kakushi, you thought.

Looks like they found you, you could feel they digging up your body and took you out. They checked your breathe with their ears on your chest.

”….stil…brea…ang…on…“

You couldn’t hear what are they saying. They carried your body and you could feel warm blanket wrapped around your body.

'Warm.’ After that, you totally collapsed.

When you snapped your eyes open, you saw white ceiling. But you know this is not Butterfly Estate ward. You were asleep inside a white futon, not a bed.

Slowly, you looked at your right, there is tray with medicines and water-filled glass on top of it.

And you turned around to your left.

Wait, what?! Kyoujurou?! How did he come here?!

He sat with his leg crossed, his head bowed down, looks like he was asleep in that position.

You slowly pushed your blanket and sat down. You felt sting and sharp pain on your stomach. You covered your mouth, tried to hold your voice.

Fuh, you didn’t wake him up.

You moved towards him and scanned his face calmly. He still handsome and fierce as ever.

His cape dropped from his shoulder. You stood up and took the cape.

There’s blood stain on it.

'Is it mine? I didn’t see him injured. Then, the one who saved me wasn’t Kakushi?’

You’re putting back his cape on his shoulder, 'It’s cold. I wonder if the blizzard has stopped?’

”…yomoya, yomoya da.“

You jolted and jumped back to your futon, sitting on it.

"A-Aaa- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you up!!”

“I see you became energetic again!” He lifted his hand and put it on your shoulder. “If I didn’t receive your letter, you probably died now. That place is really dangerous on Winter.”

“Ahaha, yeah.” You chuckled in hesitant. “Thank you, Ani-”

“And also, how many times do I had to tell you to put on extra layers, you even refused Kakushi’s help, you already knew you wounded and yet, you still had the audacity?”

Uh-oh, this sinister aura. He probably smiled, but he really pissed right now.

“I’m sorry.” You looked down, playing with your finger. “I promised, I will not let my guard down anymore.”

“Then, it’s okay if you finally understand!” He stood up. “I will call the doctor, so, wait.”

When the doctor examined you, he told you that you probably died if in one minute, he didn’t come to save you.

“And you’re lucky, because your husband body felt like walking heater, so you stayed warm.” He laughed. “Good for you! Good for you!”

“…”

“Di- did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, no! It’s just… I’m not… His wife…”

“Not yet!” He grinned towards the doctor. “Even if she warmed by body heat, I’m still not succeeding to melt her heart.” You grabbed your blanket, and feeling your face burning. Kyoujurou, you prick!!!!

“Well, good luck on that! I shall take my leave now. Oh, (y/n), this is my house, so don’t hesitate to ask anything!”

“Sure, thank you.”

When he left, it’s just between you two now.

It became awkward.

“You should rest.” He started to cover you with blanket. “I’ll make sure no demon heading here.”

“Kyoujurou, wait!”

He surprised because you didn’t use Aniki. He paused his movements.

“About the- about your proposal…” You clutched onto your blanket. “I’ve thought about it.”

Ok, come on! Come on, me! You could do this! Don’t be so embarrassed!!

“Yes, I do.” You looked straight at his eyes, burning with passion. “Yes, I want to be your wife!!”

…

He suddenly tearing up.

“E- Eh? Whaaaaat??? Did I say something wrong?” You panicked and wipe his tears.

“No, that’s not it. I’m so happy!!” He cupped both your cheek and sticked his forehead with yours. “You’re so cute, I really want to attack you right now. But first, you should recover.”

He just looked straight at your eyes, intensely. You grabbed his hand which cupped your cheek.

Something really made both of you inside your own world. He moved himself towards you, you closed your eyes.

And then, lips meet lips. He felt your lips so smooth and soft. He didn’t bring you in rough kiss. Only gentle and deep kiss.

He broke his contact when the lung ran out of oxygens.

“That’s… My first kiss…”

“Me too!” He giggled. “I didn’t know it felt really good with you.” You blushed again.

“Uh…”

“Now, you should rest.” He covered you with your blanket. You pulled his haori, while averting your eyes.

“Can you- Can you sleep with me?” He blinked twice and his mind goes nyooooom

“O- Of course, hahaha!!” He tugged himself beside you. He turned and faced you. “I won’t do anything weird. So, rest.” He pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead

'Warm.’ You thought again and slowly drifting away.

The news of him proposing to you were spread like plague. Everyone congratulating you.

“I know you’ll end up with him!”

“Hah, sister-brother my ass.”

But there’s one obstacle both of you had to fight before wedding.

Yes, traditional engagement. Kyoujurou had to ask your parents, asking if they really let you marry with him.

But, you didn’t have parents anymore, right? That shouldn’t be a problem.

“What do you mean she didn’t have parents. I’m literally her father.” Shinjurou looked down at Kyoujurou.

Ah, yes. Shinjurou really didn’t let this slip huh.

“Then, what should I do?” Kyoujurou asked Shinjuro

“Ask me.”

Sounds simple. Kyoujurou was really confident. He bowed down deeply towards Shinjurou

“Father, I loved her ever since we met. I promised to take care and protect her. With my deepest heart, please let me marry her.”

“Rejected.”

“What?!”

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rocket-remmy · 4 years ago

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So Long and Thanks For All The Brains || Nora and Remmy

TIMING: Current (a few days ago) PARTIES: @fearfordinner and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: Remmy helps Nora move a desk. The mansion transformation is complete. CONTENT: Limb loss (you KNOW I had to do it :/)

The most nerve wracking of good-byes was going to be Nora. Remmy fiddled with their shirt as they looked around the mansion and the way they’d transformed the place from a dusty, old home into a bright, bustling sanctuary. The spell Nell, Bea and Luce had done seemed to be working well, and the incense burning smelled so nice. The atmosphere of the entire place was different now. It was warm and welcoming and it already brought a tear to Remmy’s eye, knowing they were leaving it behind. Because once they opened the doors, the world outside of this place was still cold and harsh. It was tearing them apart and trying to destroy their kindness. They didn’t want that. There were people here that they loved and cared about, but they needed to do this. They needed the freedom to leave and choose who to be. They heard the knocking of Nora’s hammer as they made their way up to her studio and peered in. “Hey, uh, Nora?” they called quietly, clearing their throat. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

The mansion was a different place now. Nora had moved many cobwebs into designated spider areas and hung up many signs to not destroy the roommates. She’d put up paintings, bought furniture and most of all she’d tried her hardest to make the mansion a place for people. A place for people with bodies. A home full of ghosts had been nice, but now Nora was excited for a home full of living people. It had gone from a poorly furnished bare bones home, to a heavily decorated filled one. She wanted the house to feel cozy to those who lived in it. Warm. Safe. Nora was hammering together some desks for the study area when Remmy approached. “Yeah.” Nora answered, surprised that Remmy felt the need to ask. She rocked back on her heels, looking at Remmy waiting for them to talk.

Remmy slipped a little further into the room, a bit bashful. “Are those more desks for the office?” they asked, noticing what Nora was hammering at now that they were inside the workshop. “Those’ll look nice.” They’d realized a bit ago that their decision to leave meant that they were putting a big responsibility on Nora’s shoulders-- and it wasn’t that they didn’t think she could do it, they simply felt bad for forcing this on her. And so they’d come to another decision. Clearing their throat, they sat in one of the dusty chairs. “I got accepted to MIT,” they said, twiddling thumbs, “I applied a few months ago. I didn’t really expect to get in, but--” they shrugged, “they want me to start this upcoming semester, too. So I--” they glanced around before looking at Nora, “I’m gonna leave White Crest for a while.”

Nora glanced down at the desks, wiping away the sweat beads on her forehead. “Yeah.” As taciturn as ever despite her excited mood. Nora placed the hammer down next to her as Remmy explained the details. MIT. Nora had heard about that school. A school for smart people. “Oh.” Nora answered. “Congratulations.” She looked down at the desk in front of her, the desk for the sanctuary that had been Remmy’s ideas. Their project turned into their project. “Okay.” Nora nodded. Accept. Adapt. Overcome. “I’ll miss you.” The words were true. “When do you leave?” Nora inquired, her hand tracing the blue tarp covering the hardwood floors of her studio. “Do you need anything?”

“Um...around the first of the year,” Remmy replied quietly, “So...soon. I...Love what we’ve created here, and I’m really proud of what we’ve done, but I--” they paused, rubbing the back of their head. “I need to do something for myself for once, you know? This-- this is something I’ve really wanted, for a long time. And-- a lot of things have happened here that make it so that I...I can’t be happy here. Not right now.” They weren’t sure the explanation was enough to make up for it all, they knew they were leaving a lot in Nora’s hands, but they knew Nora was capable. “But I-- I promise I’m gonna come back often and check up on things, okay? IT’s not that far away. Maybe like every other weekend or so. I’m not just gonna leave forever. And, who knows-- maybe once I’m done with school I can come back, you know?” They fiddled with the wood of the doorway. “I-- I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave like this, but it-- it’s the best decision for me.”

“You’ll always have your room here.” Nora’s monotone was hurried as she said it. A reassurance that she could give that this would be okay. “You deserve this.” Remmy had spent a lot of time being kind to others. Being helpful. Being here. Nora hadn’t even been present. It was not, and would not, be her place to ask anyone to give up their dreams. “Whenever you want. Holidays. Or. Breaks. Or. Whatever.” Nora gave a sturdy nod, picking her hammer back up and going back to work on the table. Three out of four legs were on, it was almost ready to be carried down to the office. “You deserve this.” Nora repeated. Was it for her? Was it for Remmy? Was it for both of them? Who knew. “I can do this.” It’ll give her something to do that wasn’t storming the library, but she would storm the library. Nora paused before slamming the hammer down, her eyes circling up to the vaulted ceiling, the light paint speckles that had gotten splattered from various paint exercises. “It’ll be a home you’ll be proud of, if you want to come back.”

Remmy let out a breath, even though by now, they knew they didn’t need air. It was one of those reflexes that they just couldn’t kick the habit of. Maybe in a hundred years, or maybe two. Maybe then they’d be used to these undead lungs. Until then, they would continue to hold their breath in anxious situations. But Nora, for all her monotone, seemed genuinely happy for them. Her words settled the butterflies in their stomach as well. “Thank you,” they murmured, coming over to where she was now, and examining the table. “Do you need help moving this?” they asked, looking up at her. “Once it’s done, I can help you. I still need to do some packing, but I wanna get this place perfect before I do.”

Babadook slunk in the room, letting out a mournful greeting to all inside. He instantly walked to his dog bed, a black canopied plush design, did three turns and curled into a ball. Completely unaware of the sad yet happy news. Oh to be a dog. As Nora watched her companion, she wondered if he was supposed to hibernate. Maybe they should have hibernated together. Instead here she was, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, sweat covering her brow, the start of a callus forming on her left dominant hand from all the hammering she’d been doing to make furniture. Nora decided that she’d send Remmy a care package every week. One with lots of meat so they would make lots of friends. “Wha-.” The words Remmy had spoken were late entering her processing plant, she’d been lost in contemplation. They tumbled in almost instantly after asking. “Yeah, yeah. It’s for the office area.” Nora slapped a hand on the table. It was going to be able to hold so many documents.

Remmy watched Babadook idly and realized with a sudden lurch that they were going to miss him very much. He was the strangest pet they could think of for anyone to have and yet so fitting for someone like Nora. Then again, Nora was one of the strangest people Remmy had ever met, but her heart was good, and it held so much love. They couldn’t help but give a fond smile over at Babadook, slinking over quietly and bending down to pat his head gently, as to not wake him from his slumber. Tentacles rustled about on his back and Remmy looked over to Nora again. “It’ll go perfect in there,” they grinned, standing back up and brushing their knees off. Sawdust was everywhere in the studio, but that’s what this place was for. They hoped others would use it as well. “Shall we get it set up? I think I know the perfect spot for it in the room.”

“Yeah.” Nora agreed. The monotone bear was becoming increasingly aware that almost the entirety of her vocabulary had been yeah. “That would be very helpful.” The words were more articulated then she meant them to be, forcing them out to exchange more words. Nora jumped to her feet, her bare feet slapping the tarp mixed with the wood underneath made a satisfying thwump sound. “Get that side?” Nora asked, picking up the side closest to her. Despite being a bear, Nora wasn’t particularly strong. Where all that food she ate went she just didn’t know, but it did not go into her muscle mass. “What are you majoring in?” Nora inquired.

“Okay, cool!” Remmy said, glad that Nora was at least trying to make an effort to forgo her usual monotone and monosyllabic sentences. She always tried hard for Remmy and that warmed their heart. They padded over and grabbed the other side of the desk, lifting it with ease. Despite being well fed, Remmy had always been relatively strong, and without the capacity to feel exhaustion or weariness in their muscles, lifting things had become exceedingly easier. “Oh, uh-- mechanical engineering and design to start. And then I’m kinda hoping to enter the astronautics engineering program. They said I have a lot of potential for it. Wouldn’t that be awesome? Imagine one day...one of the rockets up in space could be designed by me,” they said with a glimmer in their eyes, “Or, well...part of the rocket, at least.”

Astronautics engineering. That sounded more complicated than anything Nora could wrap her mind around. Right now she was simply trying to understand how a whole town could let a library lie to them. That was hard enough. Remmy’s thing sounded like it involved math. Yuck. “Why not the whole thing.” Nora asked, taking a glance behind her before waddling towards the studio door. The table was heavy. Maybe she should have constructed it in the office. Some people were smarter than others. Nora kicked the door open so she could back through it. “That’s stellar.” She added. “Are you going into space too? Or no want for that?” Nora wasn’t sure if the military and space had anything to do with each other, but how different was space training than the military training? Probably similar. Maybe more math. Double yuck.

“Well, cause...it takes a whole team to design one rocket, you know?” Remmy replied, sidling backwards with the table in their hands. Nora seemed to be struggling a little, so they tried to regrab the desk in a better way to help take some of the stress off of her, arm stretched awkwardly around. At least if they fell down the stairs, they wouldn’t die. “I’ll go backwards, okay?” They started heading down and Remmy looked around the desk back over at Nora. “Ha, nice pun. But uh-- no. Just designing them. I think it’d be cool to go into space one day, but I’ve pretty much got forever, you know? So I’m just concentrating on what will make me happy right now. Like this,” they nodded at Nora, “and designing aircraft.” They started backing down the stairs slowly. “Are you happy, Nora? I mean, like...with what you do? Your art is amazing, but does it, like-- make you happy?”

Nora let the table readjust so that Remmy could be the one walking backwards, secretly grateful. “I’m glad you have forever.” And Nora truly was. Remmy would get to see so much in their unlife. Things that Nora’s average lifespan wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Nora’s thoughts paused. Did she have an average lifespan? She didn’t know how long bears lived. What if she had their life span? Or maybe a bugbear was a combined lifespan of humans and bears. Or maybe it was the combined life span of a bug and a bear and that was why it was called a bugbear. Nora shuddered, allowing her thoughts to be moved away by Remmy’s question. Nora did not want to live only a few days like a bug. “Am I happy?” Nora repeated the question, the words coming out slowly as if she had to taste every word before allowing it out. “I think so.” Did anyone truly know what happiness was? Was there a feeling she was missing in her life that would be better designed as happiness? As someone who is never scared, how did she know if she was never happy? “It makes me content. I want to live with it forever. It gives me something to define myself by. Something I control.” The words fell out faster this time, an easy answer. “So I think so.”

Remmy pondered on the words for a moment. Somehow, despite Nora seemingly fumbling through life, she always seemed to say relatively wise things. And she did it so often with such ease. Remmy often wondered what was going on inside her head, but her thoughts were her own, and if she’d wanted to share, she would. They nodded. “That makes sense. I think I-- I think that’s what I want. I want to feel content, you know?” Well, of course Nora knew, she’d been the one to say it. They ruffled their nose and nodded. “I think that’s what I’m looking for in this. Just somewhere to start. Then I can work on everything else later.” Because they would have forever, like they’d said. Even if the thought more often made them sad than happy. Living forever meant living beyond all their friends’ lifespans, except Morgan. It wasn’t exactly the nicest thought. They shrugged. “I’m glad you have that, though.” They were very nearly to the bottom of the stairs and Remmy tried to shift the desk again, feeling it slip just slightly from their grip. “Wait-- hold on-- don’t--”

Nora only nodded as Remmy said they would like to be content. If Nora had been a wizard capable of casting lifelong blessings on those around her she would have cast a life of contentedness for Remmy right then and there. Alas, the only emotion she’d ever truly been able to manage was fear. Not that Remmy had ever been scared of her. Perhaps thats why only Remmy lasted so long in the haunted mansion. Nora really would miss Remmy. ”You’ll be great. Whatever you decide to move onto after it will be just as great.” Everything Remmy would do would be great. Except, maybe, carrying this table down the stairs. More weight hit Nora, she did her best to keep a steady grip on it so the table wouldn’t slide down the stairs on top of Remmy. “Uh. Remmy.” Nora looked down at her friend, one of their arms, while still holding on to the table, was no longer attached to Remmy. “When I said give me a hand I didn’t mean literally.”

The weight of the desk had shifted and without much thought, Remmy had tried to shift with it. But instead of catching the desk, their arm had caught between the railing and the desk had slid against it, and in the next moment, Remmy’s arm was detaching itself from their shoulder. Admittedly, while still trying their best to take care of themself, they hadn’t fed in a few days, but they hadn’t thought it’d been this long. They hardly even noticed, until Nora pointed it out. Glancing down at their now severed arm, Remmy groaned loudly and threw up their other arm. “Not again!” they cried out, but somehow they were smiling. Moving the desk, it seemed, would have to wait a few more minutes. But...that was okay with them. After all, it just meant that much more time with Nora.

#chatzy #wickedswriting #chatzy: nora #so long and thanks for all the brains #nora

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shipping-receiving · 6 years ago

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Fictober 2019 Day 25: “I could really eat something.”

Rating: T | Word Count: 2882 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones Relationship: Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth Tags: Alternate Universe – Office Notes: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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Jaime blinks his eyes open; slips gently out of a dream. It was a nice dream. He was kissing Brienne in this dream, he thinks.

He doesn’t notice it at first—there’s nothing unfamiliar about a ceiling painted white, especially in the semi-darkness—but as he stretches his limbs, he realises he’s on a couch that isn’t his own, next to a coffee table that isn’t his own, next to a lamp that isn’t his own. He’s under a blanket that isn’t his own. He’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants that aren’t his own, but seem to fit just right, anyway. The clothes that are his own have been folded and stacked in a neat pile on the coffee table. His watch and phone sit on top.

It wasn’t all a dream then.

He reaches over to check the time. Just before six in the morning. He looks at the sky through a window that isn’t his own, sees that it’s cobalt already. He’ll need to leave soon, or he’ll be caught in traffic, and he doesn’t want to start his Monday morning caught in traffic. He doesn’t want traffic to ruin the afterglow of his Sunday night, a Sunday night filled with kisses tender and ardent. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lips.

Jaime rolls off the couch, folds the blanket neatly, leaves it there. He walks over to Brienne’s bedroom, knocks on the door. No answer, but—he’d rather not leave without telling her. He twists the doorknob as quietly as he can.

She’s still asleep, something peaceful, all her nerves in hibernation. Her limbs are outstretched, spread across almost the entirety of her bed, though it’s a bed meant for two. Jaime makes a mental note of this habit of hers, tucks it away for when it’ll eventually be relevant to him, because it will be. It may take weeks, maybe months, but it will. His bed is bigger, anyway.

“Brienne,” he whispers, leaning down and shaking one of her shoulders. She almost starts awake, not used to having someone else there to rouse her from her sleep. Her eyes meet his, and soften. He sees it in her too—the realisation that it wasn’t all a dream. Her cheeks turn a shade darker in the muted light of daybreak.

“Hey,” she whispers back, shifting herself up to lean back against the headboard. “What time is it?”

Jaime takes the liberty of sitting on the edge of her bed. “Six or so. I have to leave soon. Got to head back to my place before work. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Okay. I hope the couch was fine.” She reaches the tips of her fingers under his palm; he lifts it slightly, lets them find their way into the depression at its centre. They can do this now—eleven hours ago, it would have still been a faint hope. “Sorry I—” she stammers, “the bed—”

“Don’t, don’t worry. I told you last night, it’s fine. I slept well.” It was past midnight by the time they came up for air; they would have gone on, if the next day wasn’t a work day. He had thought about driving home—it wouldn’t have taken long at that time of night—but Brienne had tentatively offered her couch, a blanket, a change of clothes, accompanied by an apology that she couldn’t let him share her bed, not yet. Jaime had thought about how her apartment felt like a home, and agreed.

He leans in to give her a kiss goodbye—another thing that would have been a faint hope, nine hours ago—but she shields her lips with her hand. “I’ve just woken up,” she mumbles from behind her fingers. Jaime doesn’t think he’ll mind, really—it’s not like he’s brushed his teeth either—but maybe this is just a little too much intimacy, for right now. So he nods, and stands up from her bed. He’s about to say bye then, see you in three hours, when she flings her blanket off her legs.

Her legs. She’d changed last night in her bedroom, after they’d said goodnight, into what must be the shortest shorts in the world, a fact that she doesn’t seem to be at all conscious of. Miles and miles of Brienne’s bare skin—or perhaps bare is the wrong word, because the freckles that dust lightly over her cheeks form constellations across her legs too. It’s more than he’s ever seen of her, just right there. It’s his entire field of vision. He can’t speak.

Brienne just gets up from her bed—she might have said something like “Hold on,” but it turns out he can’t hear, too, when all he can see is her skin—and walks towards her bathroom. She leaves the door open, and he just stands in the doorway as she fills her cup with water, squeezes a blob of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, and starts brushing. While she’s doing so, she squats down—legs—and opens the cupboard beneath her sink, rummages in it for something.

When she stands again, she has a new toothbrush in her hand, and holds it out to him. “If you want to,” she says, matter-of-factly. She doesn’t seem to realise there’s any significance in this act. They’ve just had their first date, and now she’s offering him a toothbrush in her apartment. But it seems as if she just thinks of it as—addressing a practicality. So he doesn’t say a thing besides thanking her, and takes the toothbrush from her hand. When she’s done, she makes way for him at the sink. It’s all just on the edge of domestic, and Jaime finds his thoughts are getting very far ahead of—of whatever the status of their relationship is.

He turns to her once his own teeth are clean, the mint of Brienne’s toothpaste something subtly strange in his mouth, and sees her leaning against the door, waiting. He kisses her then, a kiss good morning, a kiss goodbye-for-now, just for the next three hours. Her arms wind around his neck. He has to go on his tiptoes, slightly—this is their first kiss standing up, he realises—and this sensation is something subtly strange too. But not unwelcome.

Jaime pulls back from her, reluctantly, and her hands move to his shoulders. He looks down at himself. “Do you… need these clothes back now?” he asks. “I can change back into my own.”

“You can wear them back home if you like,” she shrugs. “Or you can leave them in the laundry basket.”

“I’ll—I think I’ll wear them, if that’s alright. Wouldn’t mind driving back in comfort, actually, this time of the morning. I’ll give them back to you once they’re washed.”

She smiles a little at that, and he thinks she knows from how he said those words that he’s the kind of man who has the privilege of having other people do his laundry. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to use a washing machine, but—

And then Jaime has a thought.

“Hey—do you—my apartment is right by the office. It’s—if you want a lift—I’d want to leave soon, but—”

Well, maybe he should have given this thought a bit more time to percolate before verbalising it.

“Oh—I don’t—well.” Brienne reddens, but doesn’t say no. She must be thinking of her bus, and train, and shuttle, even as she must be thinking of what it means to be stepping into his apartment for the first time, so soon after he’d first stepped into hers, and slept there. They’d just had their first date, for crying out loud.

“Sorry,” he says on instinct, though he doesn’t really think he has anything to apologise for, besides perhaps destabilising her in some way. “I didn’t mean to presume—”

“Oh, don’t—it was nice of you to offer. Could you wait fifteen minutes for me to shower, at least? I can bring my clothes—and I don’t take much time to get ready—but I’d—I think it’s better if I showered here.”

“Of course. Sure.” As Brienne nods and heads to her bedroom to grab a change of clothes, Jaime tries his hardest to remember exactly what state he’d left his apartment in yesterday evening. It should be fine, he thinks. It’s a service apartment, and housekeeping was just in on Friday.

Fifteen minutes later, they step out the door, Brienne’s work clothes hanging over her arm, Jaime’s clothes from last night hanging over his. Her work bag is slung over her shoulder. Jaime saw her throw some of her makeup in there; he knows she doesn’t wear much, but it was barely anything, three tubes. She’s in the same dark jeans, and a t-shirt, and her straw blonde hair is still damp and sticking to her face in strands, the skin there pink from the steam of the shower. She locks the door, drops the keys in her bag.

Then he holds her hand as they make their way down the stairs and to his car. Because he can do that now. It’s no longer just a faint hope.

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Brienne is sitting uncomfortably on Jaime’s couch. It’s a very comfortable couch, to be quite honest, but she’s sitting uncomfortably anyway, because it’s hitting her full in the face that Jaime Lannister is rich.

She’s been to Margaery’s apartment, which she shares with Loras, and they’ve all been to Renly’s. The two Tyrells are pretty well off, as is Renly—significantly more so than she is, though all four of their positions at Lannister Corp are pretty much comparable. They have family money she doesn’t have, and their homes reflect that accordingly.

But this. It’s not an actual Lannister home, but it’s still a luxury service apartment paid for with Lannister money. Not just a service apartment—a penthouse. It looks like it was conjured out of a magazine spread, all branded minimalist furniture in black or neutral colours, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Everything is spotless, though Jaime must have lived here for months, and he doesn’t strike her as an obsessive cleaner. He had some clothes slung over an armchair when they first got here, which he had quickly snatched and flung into his bedroom. There’s a dirty dish or two in the sink, but that’s about it.

She’s suddenly embarrassed that Jaime had to sleep on her couch.

He’s been in the bathroom for an age, which doesn’t surprise her in the least. She’s already in her work clothes, and it took her less than five minutes to apply the little makeup she wears to work. She might have to leave her t-shirt and jeans here, she realises, because her work bag is stuffed with documents this morning, and she’d rather not have to answer any questions regarding why she might have clothes spilling out of it.

Westeros News is running on his gigantic flatscreen TV, but she hasn’t absorbed any of it since she switched it on. Her brain is too preoccupied with the events of the past thirteen hours. The dinner that turned out to be a date after all. The handholding. Inviting him up to her apartment. That embarrassing collision of their foreheads—she’s glad neither of them developed any unfortunate bruises this morning, and she hopes she can laugh about that soon enough. Then, the kissing.

Gods, the kissing.

And now she’s in his apartment. Waiting for him. So they can go to work. Together.

Should they?

Hells. She didn’t think about that. What would it look like? It’s just a couple of blocks away, so they can walk from his apartment building, but what would it look like, the two of them walking into Lannister Corp together? People have only just stopped talking about the punch as it is, and the fact that she kept her job after. And surely—surely other people have noticed how he walks by her cubicle, and how she walks by his office. Have they noticed? Margaery noticed, the first week. And now they’re walking from his apartment building to the office, in full view of everyone. What would it look like?

A hand on her shoulder interrupts her thoughts. She turns to see Jaime, in his suit, hair slicked back. There’s none of the softness she saw in him earlier this morning. He fits into this apartment, looking like this.

“Brienne—are you okay?” he asks, a look of concern on his face. “I said I’m ready.”

“Yeah—sorry. I’m just. I’m thinking. You have a—it’s a nice place.”

“You already told me that,” he replies, amused. “I like yours better, anyway. I was thinking about it in the shower.”

Brienne is pretty sure Jaime has one of those fancy rain showers that she’s only heard of and never seen in person, let alone experienced. It seems like a strange place to realise that he likes her tiny apartment better. “Why would you think that?”

“Feels like a home,” he says. “Nothing here belongs to me. It’s very nice, but it isn’t mine.”

She wants to ask him if he’ll find somewhere more permanent, somewhere he can make his own. But that seems like asking him if he’ll be staying in the Stormlands, and he said himself, on Tarth, that he’s not sure if he’ll have to go back to King’s Landing at some point. It’s not a conversation she thinks they should be having just before work. Or just after their first date.

Jaime walks over to his fridge and opens it. “Gods, I could really eat something. Haven’t done any grocery shopping in a while, though. All I have is milk.” He takes out a container that looks like it has barely a cup’s worth of milk in it, shakes it helplessly, as if it would make the liquid magically multiply. When it doesn’t, he puts it back and closes the fridge. “Are you hungry? Wanna have breakfast somewhere? There’s that cafe between here and the office.”

She knows exactly which cafe he means. Everybody knows that cafe. She can’t be seen in that cafe with Jaime on a Monday morning. Besides the whole—punching thing, she doesn’t report to him for any of her projects. It wouldn’t look like they were having a work meeting over breakfast, surely. What would it look like?

“Jaime—it’s—” She digs her fingers into her thighs. “Do you think it’s a good idea for us to—to be seen together?”

He tilts his head at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—what would people think? If they saw us together?”

“Gods, is there some company policy against this?” He asks this with vehemence, as if he’d be ready to tear that policy apart if one existed. Brienne thinks he probably could do that in the span of a day.

“I don’t think so,” Brienne answers. If there is one, Renly and Loras are definitely blatantly disregarding it. Margaery too, though her office dalliances are usually short-lived.

“You… you don’t want to be seen with me?” There’s a note of something wounded in his voice.

“No! I mean, it’s not that.” Why would he think that? If anything, I should be the one to ask him that question. “I punched you,” she exhales.

He smiles, as if remembering it fondly. “Yes, I’m aware that was something that happened.”

“Then I didn’t lose my job, because you intervened. If we’re seen together—people might think—I don’t know.” She doesn’t quite know how to put it into words, the scandal of it. Or maybe it’s more that there are so many possible interpretations she doesn’t want to consider. So she settles for: “They might connect the dots in a way that they shouldn’t.”

“Oh,” is all Jaime says.

Brienne stands up from the couch, and walks over to where he’s still standing by the fridge. “I would love to have breakfast with you. But I think—there are things we need to figure out, first.”

He nods, a little stiffly. “I’ll work something out.” Brienne has an inkling Jaime might just want to let people know, office gossip be damned. Perhaps later, she thinks, if he can’t work something out. After a few more dates. Not today.

Brienne puts her hand over his on the kitchen counter. “I guess—I can go first. Into the office I mean.” She hopes no one from work walks by Jaime’s apartment building as she leaves. Not that they’d necessarily know that he lives there, but she definitely doesn’t.

“Alright. I’ll see you in the office then.”

She’s about to turn, pick up her bag and leave—oh, her t-shirt and jeans, she hasn’t asked him about leaving them here yet—but she thinks of how he said, you don’t want to be seen with me? And it suddenly dawns on Brienne that he needs some kind of reassurance, with her. She always thought she’d be the insecure one, if she ever entered a relationship with anyone, but maybe Jaime—

So she moves in closer, lets her lips touch his. They kissed for hours yesterday night, and they kissed in the bathroom this morning, but still it feels like something new and different. There’s so much more to discover, between them—between two bodies—and for the first time in her life, she might feel anticipation about that prospect, rather than fear.

“Bye Jaime,” she breathes, when they break apart. “See you in the office.”

#fictober19 #jaime x brienne #braime #my fic #THIS IS THE SOFTEST #hope you love it #i never knew home until i found your hands

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askthetotallynotlosersclub · 6 years ago

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write streddie being soft uwu

Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*

Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*

Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!

Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!

Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*

Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!

Richie: No it didn’t!!

Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*

Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*

Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me

Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!

Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*

Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends

Stan: Can we watch a scary one?

Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*

Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*

Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*

Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!

Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-

Richie: It was scooby doo

Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?

Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?

Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*

Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*

Time: kachow

Richie: EDWARD

Stan: Eddieeeeeee

Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*

Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*

Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*

Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*

Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*

Stan: *stan* hi

Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys

Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know

Richie: we love you too, dork

Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*

Stan: *sleep oclock*

Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*

Time: kachow

Rain: kapow

Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?

Stan: *sl33p*

Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*

Thunder: KACHOW

Rain: YEEHAW

Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*

Richie: *literally falls* FUCK

Stan: *awakens* What-??

Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-

Thunder & Lightning: A

Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*

Stan: *hugs edward part 2*

Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*

Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*

Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*

Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*

Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*

Stan: *pat* it’s really late

Thunder: ahaha H

Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep

Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*

Thunder: PENIS SAUCE

Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*

Morning: peenids

Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*

Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*

Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!

Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch

Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*

Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?

Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*

Stan: you’re such an idiot

Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*

Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot

Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot

Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT

Richie: you look like a burnt egg

Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast

Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*

Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*

Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan

Richie: too BAD

Stan: iM FINE-!

Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other

Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!

Stan: I do that’s a fact right there

Eddie: I'm so offended

Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie

Richie: *l33ch*

Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold

Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*

Stan: *stans into the kitchen*

Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*

Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*

Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing

Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*

Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*

Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS

Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds

Stan: cool!!

Richie: can we get food there teehee

Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*

Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*

Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?

Eddie: I've been saving it up!

Richie: nice job, my guy

Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan*

Stan: *kisses the edward*

Richie: ewww get a room

Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before

Stan: you WATCHED??

Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn

Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv

Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??

Richie: no we weren’t dumbass

Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!

Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*

Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*

Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*

Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft

Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*

Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-

Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep

Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew

Eddie: *yawns*

Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie

Stan: I know right?

Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*

Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*

Richie: *:(*

Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*

Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*

Stan: *hugs the b0ys*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*

Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*

Richie: gET A ROOOOM

Eddie: STANLEY WHY

Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-

Richie: HAHA GAY

Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-

Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises

Stan: *GAY PANIC*

Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-

Richie: I’m just telling the truth

Stan: *red x28338383*

Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-

Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*

Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn

Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*

Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite

Stan: *dYing*

Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*

Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds

Stan: *red flavor*

Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold

Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*

Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*

Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*

Richie: *also sleep heehee*

Phone: kachow my guy

Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*

Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?

Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*

Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*

Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*

Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*

Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*

Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*

Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*

Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*

Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*

Later o’clock: hola

Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*

Stan: *sleep?*

Eddie: *still sleep on stan*

Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*

Stan: *aWAKENS*

Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*

Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?

Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again

Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh

Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up

Stan: *quiet clapping*

Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*

Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*

Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up

Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*

Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*

Stan: *witnesses*

Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*

Richie: wow this is pretty gay

Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?

Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*

Eddie: *big blush man*

Richie: *yeehaw x22*

Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp

Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ

Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them

Richie: nO WE ARENT

Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV

Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND

Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*

Stan: nooooo

Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!

Stan: Oh sure!!

Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?

Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*

Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly

Stan: hmmm maybe

Eddie: wow yall are so nice

Stan: oh shut up we love you

Richie: accurate

Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!

Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT

Richie: what the hell why

Stan: uHHHH

Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21

Stan: oh god- *car*

Richie: fucking christ *car*

-at the mall-

Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST

Bev: i dont know- Hooters?

Richie: I’m gay

Stan: I’m also gay

Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-

Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings

Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters

Stan: no what the fuck rich

Eddie: Richie-!!

Richie: what i’m just telling the truth

Stan: oh my god

Eddie: *holds Stans hand*

Stan: *:D*

Richie: *insect*

Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*

Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young

Stan: *>:”0*

Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*

Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine

Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*

Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*

Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH

Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT

Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord

Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*

Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*

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bitchinhanscom · 7 years ago

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Pictures of You Pt.4

Parts: [1] - [2] - [3]

Pairing: Slowburn!Richie x Reader

Summary: New discoveries are made about It and you get a better understanding of The Loser’s Club

A/N: Sorry that this part is kinda short, but the next part is going to be wild - L

Warnings: Small mention of sexual assault/abuse

It was the Fourth of July, a few days after Mike became a member of the Loser’s Club. The eight of you decided to hang out today. Your mom had taken some extra shifts at work. She had been working a lot lately. You were barely seeing her. You didn’t blame her though. Work was probably a good distraction from thinking about everything that had happened with your dad in the past year.

You and Eddie rode to downtown Derry together and met up with the everyone else. A parade was going on and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Everyone, except you and your friends. It’s kinda hard to be in high spirits when you’re being haunted by a clown.

You were standing on the side watching Richie trying and failing to play a tuba. Eddie walked off to buy some ice cream and he offered to buy you and Richie some. You declined the offer but Richie accepted. Everyone else was standing around another missing kid poster.

The owner of the tuba finally yanked it away from Richie and then Richie proceeded to yell “What the fuck, dude?”. You were still standing to the side, laughing your ass off. You walked up to him.

“You’re an idiot, Tozier.”

“Then why do you keep talking to me?”

“Touché.”

You both walk towards the rest of your friends as Eddie comes back with his and Richie’s ice cream.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asks his five friends standing around the poster.

“What they always talk about.” Richie answers.

“I think it will end. For a little while, at least.” Mike says, continuing what they were talking about before you, Richie, and Eddie walked up.

“What do you mean?” Beverly asks.

Mike speaks again. “I’ve been going over all my research and I charted all of the big events. The Ironworks explosion in 1908, The Bradley Gang in 1935, the Black Spot in ‘62, and now with the kids. I realized that this stuff happens every 27…”

“Every 27 years.” Bill finishes.

You all go sit around a bench in front of a weird ass Paul Bunyan statue and Eddie speaks up.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. It comes out from wherever to eat kids for, like, a year and then what? Just goes into hibernation?”

“Maybe it’s like….what do you call it? Cicadas. You know the bugs that come out once every 17 years?” Stan says.

“My grandfather thinks this town is cursed. He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry.” Mike says.

“But it can’t be one thing. We all saw something different.” Stan says.

“Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that’s what we see.” Mike replies.

“I saw a leper. He was, like, a walking infection.” Eddie says.

“But you didn’t because it isn’t real. None of this is. Not Eddie’s leper. Or Bill seeing Georgie. Or the woman I keep seeing.” Stan says.

“Is she hot?” Richie cuts in. You give him an annoyed look.

“No, Richie! She’s not hot! Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They’re all like bad dreams.” Stan replies.

You speak up. “What did you see, Mike?” There is a pause before he speaks.

“You know the that burnt down house on Harris Avenue? I was inside when it burned down. Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door trying to get to me. But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone. We’re all afraid of something.” he answers.

“You got the right.” Richie says from beside you.

“Why, Rich? What are you afraid of?” Eddie asks. Richie turns around and looks at the clown on the stage behind you guys.

“Clowns.” he responds.

“That’s convenient.” you comment sarcastically.

“Did you see anything besides the clown, y/n?” Eddie asks. Richie turns to you with a knowing look on his face. You had forgotten that he was the only one you had told about the snake.

“Yeah, I saw a snake. Except it wasn’t really a snake. It was so tall and it had arms and legs and it’s face…..God, its face looked so familiar.” you respond. You look over at Beverly. She looks like she’s in distress.

“You okay, Beverly?” you ask.

“Uh, yeah.” She responds. She’s lying. You know it.

“Well, if you don’t wanna go home because of the whole blood thing, you can come over.” you say. If it was you who had blood shoot out of your sink, you would want to be anywhere but your house.

A few hours later, when you’re all leaving, she takes you up on your offer. She rides back with you and Eddie. You two say bye to him, drop your bikes in your front yard, and walk inside.

“My mom probably won’t be home until later tonight. She took some extra shifts.” you say. There’s a pause and you speak up again.

“My room is, uh, at the end of the hall.” you say and you two head towards your room.

“Nice room.” she comments.

“Thanks.”

“I like that poster.” she says pointing to a movie poster of The Breakfast Club hanging up beside your window.

“Oh, thanks. That was a good movie.” You respond.

“Yeah, it was.”

There is an awkward pause and then you ask her something.

“So, what’s up with you and Bill?” you mostly asked to just end the silence, but you were also slightly curious.

“Oh, uh, nothing.” She pauses a second and then asks “What’s up with you and Richie?”

“Nothing. We’re friends.” you respond.

“Oh. You guys just seemed really friendly today.” she responds.

“Yeah, because we are friends.” you answer. You sit at the edge of your bed and she starts looking at the pictures on your dresser.

“Do you miss your old town?”

“Some parts of it, but mostly no.” you answer.

She stops at one picture. “What happened to this picture?” she asks. You look at it. It’s a picture of you and your mom. It previously was a picture of you, your mom, and your dad but you ripped off the part with your dad.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Where is the rest of it?”

“Probably disintegrating in a dumpster far away from here.” you answer. She gives you a strange look. It’s not a rude look. It’s a cross between a curious and concerned look. You don’t know if it’s that look or the fact that you’ve been holding this in so long, but you let out a sigh and speak up again.

“My dad used to be in the picture. I ripped the part with him out.” you answer in a low voice. Beverly sits down next to you.

“Why?”

“My dad’s a prick. He never gave a shit about me or my mom.” you respond.

“I’m sorry. Parents suck.” she says.

“Yeah. What about you?”

“Huh?”

“What are your parents like?” you ask. There’s a long pause and you’re pretty sure you fucked up, but then she finally speaks.

“My mom left when I was really young. I have a few, vague memories of her but that’s it. And my dad….my dad doesn’t treat me like how a father should treat his daughter.” she says. This time you stay silent. She didn’t say exactly what she meant but you could take a few guesses. You sit in silence, but it’s not awkward anymore. It’s almost comforting.

What seems like an an hour passes before you say something again.

“Do you want something to change into?” you ask.

“Sure.” she says. You grab an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She puts them on and you change into some more comfortable clothes too. You ask if she wants to go to bed and she says yes.

You’re both laying in your bed. You hear your mom come in, but she goes straight to her room. She probably thought you would be asleep by now. You look over at Beverly. From the moonlight coming in through your window you can see a single tear sliding down her cheek. You think back to a couple of days ago. It was after the rock war. “Oh, no. Bowers? He’s always after us.” Eddie had said. “I guess that’s one th-th-thing we have in common.” Bill had commented. You think about you with your dad and Beverly and her dad. Bill with Georgie. Mike and his parents dying. Richie not wanting to go home. You had discovered something else you all had in common. You’re all fucked up by stuff you have no control over.

“Goodnight, Bev.” you say.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

The next morning, around seven, Beverly wakes you up to tell you she’s going home. She said she had stuff to do around her house. You offered her breakfast, but she declined the offer and thanked you for letting her stay over. “Anytime.” You had told her. You get a call around ten. It’s Bill. He asks if you can come over that afternoon. You say yes.

That afternoon you ride to Bill’s on your bike, alone. When you arrive everyone else is already there. Bill is finishing up setting up a projector in his garage. He puts a map of Derry on the wall. He closes the garage door. You take a seat next to Eddie and in front of Richie.

“Look. That’s where Juh-Juh-Georgie disappeared.” he says pointing to the storm drain. “That’s the ironworks and the black spot.” Each place he points out is marked by a black x. “Everywhere It happens it’s all connected by the sewers. And they all meet up at..”

“The Well House.” Ben speaks up, realization hitting his face.

“The house on Neibolt Street.” Stan says.

“You mean that creepy ass house where all of the junkies and hobos like to sleep?” Richie asks. Eddie takes a puff from his aspirator. You knew what house they were talking about. You had passed it once before you met the Losers. It was while you were exploring town. You remembered it vividly. A house like that is pretty hard to forget. It was an old, wood house. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Lately your life had felt like something straight out of a horror movie.

“I hate that place. It always feels like it’s watching me.” Beverly says.

“That’s where I saw It. That’s where I saw the clown.” Eddie says through shaky breaths.

“Th-Th-Thats where It lives.” Bill says.

“I can’t imagine anything wanting to live there.” Stan says as Eddie jumps out of his seat and stands in front of the map.

“Can we stop talking about this? I can barely breathe. This is summer. We’re kids. I can barely breathe. I feel like I’m about to have a fucking asthma attack. I’m not doing this.” He says, once again, through shaky breaths and pulls the map off of the wall.

“What the h-hell. Put the map back.” Bill says and Eddie shakes his head no. The projector starts turning the slides by itself. It’s all, you assume, Bill’s family photos. Eddie backs away from the wall.

“What happened?” Bill asks.

“What’s going on?” Stan asks.

“Hold on.” Mike says as he looks at the projector and tries to fix it. The slides keep moving and it finally lands on a picture of Bill and his family standing in front of a church.

“Georgie..” you hear Bill murmur. The slide turns to Bill’s mother. The wind is blowing and her hair is in her face. The slide keeps turning until you see something white underneath Bill’s mother’s red hair. It’s It. It’s here.

“What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?” you hear Richie yell from behind you. “I don’t fucking know!” Eddie responds. Her hair is completely gone now and Bill’s mother’s face is replaced with It’s face.

“Turn it off!” You hear Beverly yell. Bill doesn’t move. It’s like he’s in shock.

“Turn it off!” You yell at him again. Though you sound far more distraught than Beverly did when she yelled it. Mike kicks the projector and it falls to the floor. The picture is turned sideways now and you continue to hear the click of slides moving. You see the clown in the picture on the wall. The picture clicks on and off. Over and over. The clown is in the picture each time. Then it isn’t. You feel like you’re about to puke. Your heart is pounding. Your hands are shaking. You feel like you can barely breathe like Eddie. Then the clown jumps out of the wall. He’s actually there. You’re face to face with It.

You want to get out of here so bad, but there’s nowhere to run to. You feel so helpless. You just want to curl into a ball in the corner of the garage and just get this over with. You feel like you’re screaming but your mouth is clamped shut. You aren’t thinking straight and you can’t see anything. You can’t see anything, except It. Then you feel a hand on your arm. You’re being pulled back. You fall backwards on the ground and you’re next to Richie. You realize he’s the one that pulled you away. Eddie, Bill, and Stan are behind you. You don’t know where Beverly, Mike, and Ben are and you can’t take your eyes off of the clown.

Then there’s light. The clown is gone. It’s like it didn’t even happen. Beverly is in the corner. Mike and Ben are standing by the opening to the garage. You realize they were the ones who opened the garage door. Beverly puts a hand on Ben’s shoulder and thanks him and then hugs Bill. You turn to Richie. You manage to give him a small, almost nonexistent, smile as your way of thanking him. He slightly nods his head and then you both turn back to Bill.

“It saw us. It saw us and It knows where we are!” Eddie exclaims.

“It always did.” Bill mumbles. He moves out of the garage and speaks up louder “S-so let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?” Ben asks.

“Neibolt. That’s where Juh-Juh-Juh-Juh-Georgie is.” Bill replies.

“After that?” Stan asks.

“Yeah, it’s summer. We should be outside.” Richie says in a low voice.

“If you say it’s summer one more f-fucking time.” Bill says. He grabs his bike and starts to ride off.

“Bill, wait!” Beverly yells towards him. She grabs her bike next. You all eventually follow suit. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” you think. You look down. Your hands are still shaking. You had a really bad feeling about this. This wasn’t going to end well. You knew it.

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qveensbury · 7 years ago

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send my love - Hometown Glory: chapter 8

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Katara adjusted the back of her earring ensuring it was secure as she walked the length of her living room.

Bumi and Tenzhin watched her as she paced back and forth.

She tugged on her dress.

“Katara?” Sokka stood in the doorway.

“I’ll be back before 8. 9, the latest.”

He raised an eyebrow in question. “This isn’t my first time babysitting. I think I can handle them well enough for you to stay out later.”

Katara shook her head unfocused. “Zuko has a trip tomorrow morning. We can’t stay out late.”

After a beat, Sokka added. “You’re going to wear a path into the floor if you don’t take it easy.”

Katara began to retort when Kya shoved past her uncle.

“Wear this and this.” She presented a tube of lipstick and a pair of heels. “This color looks good on your skin and the heels match your earrings.” She turned the shoes so they glittered in the light.

“Thank you snow crystal,” Katara sat and switched shoes.

“I can put on the lipstick,” Kya offered.

Katara didn’t protest and kept still as her daughter applied it. She looked at her phone camera to double check.

“Thank you Kya.”

“Mommy looks pretty,” Tenzhin decided, smiling.

“Thank you baby,” Katara smiled.

“So you have nothing to be n--” The doorbell cut Sokka off.

“Bumi get Mom’s jacket?” Kya asked, checking Katara’s earring and pushing a curl out of her face.

“It might not be Zuko.”

Kya made a face drawing her lips into a straight line, holding back a smart comment.

“Who else would it be, Katara?” Sokka laughed, turning to leave and check the door.

“I’ll help you put your coat on Mom.” Bumi held it up.

“Shouldn’t we let Zuko in?” Katara suggested.

“No,” the twins responded in unison.

Katara put on her jacket and Kya handed her a scarf.

“Bye Mommy.” Tenzhin rose on his tiptoes for a kiss.

Katara kissed him on his forehead before turning to her older children and kissed them, too.

“Okay, quit stalling.” Kya tugged on her mother’s arm pulling her towards the hallway.

“You look pretty Mommy. Have fun,” Bumi said quickly as Kya ushered her away.

“Thank you, moonbeam.”

“Bye Mom.” Kya straightened her scarf. “Please have fun.”

“Bye, honey.”

Katara heard “Here she is” as she stepped into the hallway. She looked up and smiled.

Sokka clapped his hands. “Okay. So I’ll talk to you another time, Zuko. Have fun kids.” He walked around his sister nudging her forward.

Zuko nodded, looking at Katara.

Butterflies shook out of their hibernation in her rib cage.

“I think I’m getting the hint that we should leave,” Katara adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder.

Zuko chuckled, “Azula came to the house two hours early. Shall we?”

Katara nodded.

Zuko opened Katara’s door for her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Katara looked back as he walked over to his side and got in. Her kids waved to her and she waved back. She held back her joke that Zuko was a major suburban dad for listening to public radio.

“You’re quiet.”

Katara looked over at Zuko. He hadn’t turn to her. “Yea.”

“Are you still fine with the date?”

Katara blinked, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugged and Katara remembered a seventeen-year-old boy.

She paused. “Isn’t it funny that I’m a little nervous?”

“Katara, I’m always nervous,” he replied seriously.

She laughed. “You are not. You have nerves of steel.”

He snorted, “How could you not know me?”

Katara wrinkled her nose, “I wouldn’t have picked you to be my accomplice that night we stole back our mascot.”

Oddly, walking into the winter darkness with Zuko tonight reminded her of that ‘mission’. She was a junior and he was in his first year of undergrad. They retrieved their school’s mascot from a rival high school, the Whale Tail Raiders. The Raiders had stolen it before Republic City’s homecoming. Zuko’s roommate graduated from Whale Tail and had mentioned it to Zuko.

Katara wanted to get it back and Zuko came along.

“To be fair, you had massive tunnel vision that night and I was the only one who knew where it was. You did most of the talking and deciding.”

She started to protest but upon deeper reflection she frowned. “Wow, you’re right.”

“I already knew never to mess with you. First, because I was your brother’s friend and then because I was yours. If the message wasn’t clear before, that night made it clear.”

“Zuko, you make it sound like I killed a man.”

His mouth quirked in a lopsided grin. “You didn’t see yourself that night. I know you’d never do it, kill a man. But that night if push came to shove, you were getting what you came for.”

Her response was swallowed by her anxiety. A gravelly voice picking at how so much had changed since then. Where had her ambition gone?

Zuko took her to dinner.

Of course, he did. The gentlemen.

“What do you mean Uncle Iroh planned your first date for you?” Katara eyes were wide and Zuko regretted letting that slip out.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. He was just helping me out.”

Katara raised an eyebrow at him, a very Kuruk thing.

“I told you I’m always nervous. Uncle Iroh just gave me a boost.”

Katara giggled.

Then, stopped.

Zuko’s nerves rang in his ears.

Their waiter came and collected their dessert dishes. Zuko put down his credit card when he returned with their bill.

He glanced at Katara who was staring at her lap.

His nerves clammed up. They did that when their malicious predictions became too much for even themselves.

Zuko cleared his throat. “Ready to go?”

Katara looked up and nodded.

Zuko nodded. Change of plans.

Katara came back to the present. “Where are we?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Zuko put the car in park and pulled out the keys. “You didn’t ask once where we were going after dinner. You’ve been quiet.” He frowned, concerned.

“Yea, I’m fine.”

“Stop lying to me.”

Katara’s head snapped up. She felt heat invade her cheeks. “What?”

“Unless, you’re lying to yourself. You never told me what you were nervous about.”

Katara pouted.

Zuko sighed. “We’re at the Jasmine Dragon. Let’s go to the roof.”

Katara opened her door to follow him. Her arms crossed in the elevator.

“It’s freezing.” She lamented into the night air. She watched her breath curl and half expected snowflakes to form.

Zuko leaned against the railing. “Do you know what I was worried about going into tonight?”

Katara looked at him.

“I was afraid somehow I’d turn back into a sixteen year old and say all the wrong things. I was afraid you’d politely ask me to take you home. I was afraid that maybe the universe is trying to keep us apart and it’d be painfully obvious.

“But, I wasn’t prepared for you to just not tell me what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just been too long and things have shifted. I just hoped for different.”

“Zuko, I--” Katara wrapped her arms, around herself before walking towards him. “Things have changed. You’re the heir to a tea dynasty--”

“I’m only in charge of marketing--”

“You were CEO for five years before you stepped down so Azula could take over. You’ve far outshined me. I could never hold my own with you not like before.”

“That’s not true!” He shook his head, “So you’re pulling away?”

“You should be with someone who’s been groomed for this life.” She took a step back.

“What if I don’t want that. What if that wasn’t true, Katara?”

“How would you even introduce me? Here’s Katara, the n--”

Zuko pushed off the railing towards her. “Meet Katara, the love of my life who raised three children by herself and got her Nursing degree with honors at the same time.” Zuko stood toe-to-toe with her. “My soulmate, my equal.”

Katara looked away.

Things had shifted. When had her spark died?

“Would it be the end of the world if we didn’t work out?” Zuko said slowly. We’ve been doing great on our own. We could always stop.” It broke his heart to suggest it.

Katara’s eyes flashed. “I don’t want to give up.”

“Neither do I,” he rested his forehead on hers, their noses brushing. “And if both of us aren’t going to quit, what are you so worried about? It’s not even ‘we have nothing to lose,’ it’s ‘there’s nothing at risk’.”

Her shoulders rose up and she looked away.

“Would you relax?” Zuko chuckled, leaning away and tipping her chin up. “No one is going to ruin this for us.”

“But--”

He cut her off, “Katara.” When she met his gaze, he pressed his lips to hers. “Katara,” he pled, “when I’m reassuring you that nothing’s wrong then something’s wrong.”

She pouted and he kissed her again.

Zuko pulled back and held her face gently. “You must have forgotten I’m the only one who ever listened to you. I should have pulled over and made you spill your guts.Tell me. What’s wrong?”

She sighed. “I’ve become a lover not a fighter,” she said.

After a beat of silence, Zuko kissed her forehead. “Katara, you say that as if you haven’t always fought for what you love, who you love.”

Katara relaxed against Zuko wrapping her arms around him. “You’re right,” she said softly. “Can we go back to the car now? I’m freezing.”

“Some Water Tribe girl,” he chuckled.

“Shut up!”

Relieved, Zuko brushed kisses along her hairline and cheeks. He had no idea how badly he wanted to kiss her. “Let’s go.”

“Hello?”

“Yea, it’s Kya.”

“So?” Izumi blurted, holding her breath.

“Your dad dropped my mom off.”

“And?” Izumi pressed, her hands were suddenly clammy.

“She sounds super happy.”

“Really?!” Izumi smiled, sitting up.

“Yea,” she could hear Kya’s smile.

“Ohmygosh, that’s so good!” She exhaled in relief.

“I know. But text me when your dad gets home. I’ll tell you what my mom says about the date tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

Kya giggled. “We did it, Izumi!”

Izumi beamed. “They made the jump.”

“I know! It was all worth it.”

“I didn’t think I’d get so much pleasure from setting a boulder into motion.”

A/N: the last chapter! thank you so much for your support and patience as I’ve finished up.

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