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arviyya · 6 months ago

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Hi, I've written to you before (I'm the greedy for ATOS Anon) idk if you remember.

But don't you think that marauders fandom is going in a really weird direction? Like, everyone criticizes each other lately, whether it's about fanarts, or ships, or not shipping specific couples or about whatever reason there can be.

I saw you re-blogged this Jegulus fanart and the comment section there is just disgusting. Why fans are doing this to each other, like, what's the problem with imagining NON-EXISTENT characters the way you want? Where this fandom heading to?

I once on tik-tok said I prefer Remus as a single man and I was literally eaten alive in comments, they said I'm homophobe, intolerant, transphobe etc etc. What happened to this community? It once was a safe space for anyone who needed and now I'm not sure anymore... I hope it's not too excessive of me to asking you and ranting about this, but I really wanted to know your opinion. If not, that's ok, don't feel forced to answer this and just ignore. Take care xxxx

Uhhh, and if anyone who spread this bulls**t comments and insults toward writers, art creators etc, is reading, I beg of you, hit your head with something heavy and try to think about being a better person.

Omg, hi 'greedy for ATOS' anon, of course I remember you. I'm gonna tell you something, writers who pay attention will always recognize the people who keep coming back, the usernames or in this case an identifier. We remember the readers who are gobbling up our work because you mean the world to us. Also, I just want to say I'm so happy there's at least one person out there who's greedy for tos. That story is so near and dear to my heart. I love rosekiller so much.

Anyway, to the matter at hand. This is going to be longer than I meant it to be, but that's okay. So before I go too deep into it, I dunno if you're a writer or a reader, or both, but before I say anything else, I just want to say there are definitely still safe spaces in fandom. They can be hard to find but they exist and persist. I'm very lucky to have found a good community of people who remind me everyday that fandom is still fun and silly and free. People who adhere strongly to the classic etiquette, such as 'ship and let ship' and 'you're kink is not my kink and that's okay' type of stuff. People who don't judge, and stick up for fellow creators, and don't put up with fandom bullying (which we've seen alot of in the last year).

So to answer your question, for the reasons listed above, I don't think the marauders fandom at it's core is going anywhere. Shitty people will come and go, and with the popularity of jegulus, it was inevitable to attract discourse like it has. That's human nature though, from what I've come to find. People like to argue, or stir the pot, or create contention. They like to get a rise out of people; but more than anything, I think some are just so angry in their heart - and they will find any excuse to unleash it. It's like a boiling pot and the steam just needs somewhere to go. There's truth in that saying - that misery loves company. And it's not just readers who do this - it's writer on writer - artist on artist. I'm not gonna lie to you anon, I've felt quite discouraged myself over the last several months too. It's hard to see the bullying and keep a good head in fandom sometimes. But you know what, despite all that, it's people like you who keep fandom alive and lovely, people who spread positivity and understand fandom etiquette. The more of us who give up on it, the less positivity fandom will have.

On a more specific level regarding that art, it does blow my mind that people are so bent out of shape about fictional characters. Here's the thing. Every. Single. Representation. Matters. Because humans aren't meant to be shoved into a box. And alot of people don't understand that. I'm a huge Jegulus fan even though I mostly write Rosekiller. My longest ongoing wip is a Jegulus wip. I love ALL jeg representations. Trans Reggie? yes please. Amab Masc Reggie? yes please. Cis straight Reggie? Absolutely. Poly jeg, yes. Tall James, yes. Short James, yes. Top James, yes. Switch James, yes. Bottom James, yes. All are just as valid as the next, and it's all of these interpretations (like you said) that makes fandom so rich. The thing is? that artist is a human being. People also forget about the person behind the screen, and their feelings were probably hurt and that's not fair to them. They're just doing what they love, and they're a really sweet person who didn't deserve that.

I'm sorry you had that experience on tiktok :( I can't say I'm all that surprised though. Tiktok isn't what I would consider the safest space. There are alot of people on there that just don't understand the rules of fandom etiquette, and are just so harsh to people in general. It's honestly a bit of a cesspool (I do use tiktok but I just don't interact a whole lot there)

Like I said, I have had similar worries and doubts as you do. But there are people who make it worthwhile, and I think the longevity is stronger than the hatred. My advice to you or anyone reading this is to curate your spaces. There's nothing wrong with doing this. Leave those servers, unfollow those people, block those posts, do whatever you need so that you can have a place that feels safe for you. Don't let anyone tell you not to do that. In fandom, there's no reason not to. This is supposed to be a place of enjoyment so you're within your right to keep it that way.

Safe spaces in fandom will always be there for those who need it; sometimes it's just about weeding out where those safe spaces are and being ruthless about it.

Anyway, thanks for asking anon, I know I'm preaching to the choir with alot of this, but hopefully some of the advice was helpful, and hopefully it gives you some hope about fandom <33

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luvfy0dor · 2 years ago

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crystalninjaphoenix · 3 years ago

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⟟ finally had Time to read the new Chapter! WEEE and ⟟ was so excited about it ^w^. ⟟ always say it bur still great chapter <3 Damn 18 Chapters Already that's sick ngl /pos. ⟟ love the new information we got and Chase being Facinated over make-up made me laugh xD.

idk if you could do it but maybe Like write ⏃ one-shot where Chase Trys out make-up but miserably Fails and the Others just laugh about it, you don't need to do it ofc! You're not forced or anything Just thought about it as ⏃ small funny idea.

Alright Back to the Fanfiction again. The new information we got is very useful for them and also for us Because now we and they know more about the king, ⟟ have ⏃ littel Feeling That maybe soon the king will Get Jair Back to him or have ⏃ small encounter With him in his mind or idk in the kingdom in like ⏃ very late time where Jair Just decided he needs some fresh air and goes for ⏃ walk at lets say 2am in the morning where the whole kingdom is asleep and you only hear the owls and birds. And I'm drifting of again oof okay now I'm really going back to the Main plot. Again the information we got is useful for them and us, Side note ⟟ like how Chase Character is Envolving? ⟟ hope ⟟ did write it correct. What ⟟ mean with that ⟟ like how Chase is Building up more Self courage to do things like break into ⏃ strangers Room, hanging around with Marvin, Jackie, schneep and all the others at the Dragonbone really gave him some Motivation That he dosen't needs to be afraid of things. Jairsolas Still needs ⏃ bit of time because he just got free out of King Anti's Grip but yet is still very much afraid of him. And Yeah :> ⟟ think that's all ⟟ wanted to say, ⟟ wanted to write something for Marvin also but ⟟ forgot what ^^" uhhh yee.

It wouldn't let me post this in the comments because my comment is to long TwT ⟟ hope ⟟ can ask this in the question box if not ⟟ guess ⟟ have to do this separately.

Hope you did drink and eat something today! Also hope you looked into the mirror and said "Damn I'm looking fabulous today" because you are fabulous ^^)>♡ sending positive vibes over to you and ⏃ magic Day/Night/Evening for you to have

With Greetings: Hunter Your Old Chap 😉

Ayyy Hunter, good to see you again. Glad you liked the last Fantasy Masks chapter! Sorry for not getting to your ask right away, I was offline.

Anyway, I love how you're imagining more based on the story, like Chase figuring out makeup and a possible future confrontation between JJ and the King. It's so cool to hear about people thinking about my work beyond the chapters itself ^-^ I will give no spoilers for the future, haha. Though I don't write one-shots as often as I used to, I will keep that idea filed away just in case I get the time to. And yeah, I'm trying to have Chase and all the other characters evolve over time—give them character arcs and stuff. I'm proud of Chase so far :) And JJ, too, though he still has a ways to go before he's fully free of the King and the King's effects on him.

I did eat and drink, I just had dinner actually! Thank you for calling me fabulous, too. Right back at you, and you have a good day/night/evening too :)

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orbitvenus · 4 years ago

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this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗

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spine-buster · 5 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 32

A/N: Another ‘friend’ of ours makes an appearance in this chapter (unfortunately for me lmao)

August 2nd, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was as prepared as she could be for Game 1 against the Columbus Blue Jackets.

Scotiabank Arena was freezing – more freezing than normal – because of the three-games-a-day and all the hockey being played. She knew the players and team personnel would complain if the ice was crap (apparently they could tell, though it beat the shit out of her how they could tell), and of course Scotiabank Arena, and the Leafs in general, wanted to make an excellent impression. They were the centre of the hockey world, so Aberdeen knew they could pull it off. It just didn’t help that it was August and it felt like early November indoors.

She joined Brendan and Kyle in their usual box – luckily they didn’t have to give that up. The team was taking their pre-game skate below and Aberdeen watched as William shot pucks towards Freddie in the net, sneaking one past him before skating around their perimeter of the rink a few times. On the other side of the ice, the Columbus Blue Jackets were doing the exact same thing, though she barely knew or recognized a soul on the team. One of them could walk by her in the arena and she wouldn’t know better.

“How do you think it’s gonna go?” Brendan asked from six feet away from her, his black mask covering his face.

Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders. “You should stop asking me these questions, Brendan. I know nothing about hockey.”

“That may be,” he said, not letting up, “but you know the boys, on a level far superior than your knowledge of hockey. So what do you say?”

Aberdeen thought about it. She knew them on a personal level, but that didn’t matter at all – at least she didn’t think it mattered – when it came to a playoff game. She knew how much pressure the guys were under. She also knew that they were still adjusting to the bubble life and how weird everything was. Make no mistake – they were being taken care of exceptionally well by the staff at the Royal York Hotel, and Aberdeen made sure she said a loud thank you to every worker she came across and interacted with. She heard every single one of the guys do the exact same thing. But she didn’t know how that would translate into a hockey game. They were two different things. They were to different entities that she had no idea how to join together.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, her voice soft. “When you ask me these questions, I feel like you want me to be Nostradamus or something. What if I said they were going to lose 2-0?”

“I’d believe you,” Brendan shrugged.

***

The Leafs lost 2-0.

“C’mon Nostradamus,” Brendan said as he packed up his clipboard and tucked it under his arm. “The social media posts can wait. You need to go mediate the post-game interviews and press calls.”

Aberdeen packed up her iPad after she rolled her eyes. She shouldn’t have said anything. She should have responded ‘They’re going to win 5-0!’ the first time he ever asked her that question and kept that answer throughout the entire season. She followed six feet behind Kyle, who was in turn six feet behind Brendan, as they made their way to the locker room. By the time they got there, Sheldon was nearing the end of his post-game speech. Most of the guys were half undressed – at least at the top – and a few of them were shoving off their elbow pads and chucking their tape from their socks into the bins. They all looked irritated.

She made her way into the media room and set up the Zoom call where a bunch of reporters joined. Morgan and Auston walked into the room, and she quickly typed in the chat which players were there so they could organize their questions accordingly. Morgan and Auston sat down in their chairs.

“Is Steve on the call?” Auston asked suddenly while Aberdeen was adjusting the camera.

“Uh, yeah. Why?” she asked.

Auston pursed his lips together and shrugged it off.

The interviews were going fine. She hated hearing the sound of her own voice on recordings but she knew she’d have to suck it up for the sake of the media call. She called on each reporter by name. The boys answered their questions. It was all very routine.

“Steve Simmons from the Toronto Sun,” Aberdeen called out. She waited, and while waiting, she saw Morgan’s and Auston’s demeanour completely change.

“Uhhh, Steve Simmons, Toronto Sun for Auston – it’s one thing to hear about how tight they play, and to even watch the films of how tight they play. What was it like to experience it?”

Auston took the lead. “Uh, well I mean first of all, it’s unfortunate that I’mn getting a question from you at this point, Steve, but I just wanted to say I didn’t really appreciate the article you wrote about me a couple months ago. I thought, uh, it was very unethical to be honest, but…uh, moving along…”

Aberdeen didn’t hear the rest of his answer. Truthfully, she didn’t care. All she could feel was a burning sensation shooting up her spine at Auston’s words. He did it. He called out Steve Simmons, the most annoying reporter known to mankind.

She smirked.

***

After the media interviews, Aberdeen found a quiet space and took out her iPad again to post the final score graphic to the team’s Instagram page. As she finished typing the caption – ‘Battled hard. Back at it on Tuesday.’ – she heard some fairly loud footsteps behind her before they stopped. “A girl?” a voice from behind her said.

She didn’t recognize it – and it wasn’t like anybody from the team would refer to her as “a girl” – so she furrowed her brows and turned around. She saw what had to be a member of the Columbus Blue Jackets staring at her. She couldn’t see it, but she automatically knew from the way he was standing and the energy he gave off that he was smirking smugly underneath his mask. “Yeah, we exist,” she shot him a look, not ready to take any bullshit from him or anybody else. The way these men thought she was a complete novelty astounded her. “Have you never seen one of us before?”

“So Barzy was right,” the man continued. “The Leafs have a girl in their bubble. Incredible.”

Aberdeen could tell by the way he said and emphasized girl that this conversation – if you could call it that – was gonna be a doozy. The guy was huge but didn’t look any older than she was, so she knew she would be able to put him in his place. “What are you even doing in this hallway? You’re not supposed to be on this side,” she said sternly. “I suggest you leave and go back to your area of the arena unless you want me to complain to the NHL that your breaching protocol.”

From the very end of the hallway, another figure walked by, stopping at the gap when he apparently found who he was looking for. Aberdeen could at least recognize him – John Tortorella, the head coach of the Columbus Blue Jackets. “Pierre, what the fuck are you doing there? Come on, we gotta go.”

The man, named Pierre, gave Aberdeen a smoldering look. She rolled her eyes. “Must have taken a wrong turn,” he said, loud enough so John would hear.

Dead set on not taking any bullshit, and just really, really wanting to put this guy in his place, Aberdeen didn’t let up. “Perhaps you should remind Pierre of how to speak to the staff of another NHL team,” she said sternly. Both men were too far away to notice how red she was getting, but she could see Pierre whip his head to look at her and his eyes go wide in shock. “And perhaps he should read another copy of the social distancing and bubble protocols tonight in his bedroom so he doesn’t make this unfortunate decision again,” she said, deliberately using ‘decision’ instead of ‘mistake’, because she fucking knew this was no mistake. She wondered what other rumours were swirling in the Royal York about a girl being in the Leafs bubble.

Pierre scurried to the end of the hallway. From her spot, she could hear John chuckle. “You must be the Aberdeen Bloom I’ve only ever heard good things about,” he said. “Keep it up. I might ask you to take my place to keep the boys in line.”

She couldn’t help but smile. Pierre took one last look between his coach and ‘the girl’. “I could take ‘em,” Aberdeen commented, getting a nod from John before he and Pierre disappeared.

She let out a breath.

***

After the team got back to the hotel, picked up their pre-packaged dinner, and settled into their rooms, Aberdeen showered and changed. She sat at the desk where she put the meal and took out her phone. She sent some quick texts to her parents, Siena, and Camden before bringing up William’s name.

U up?

lmao minskatt isnt that what i should be saying to u *wink emoji*

Do you want to eat dinner together?

of course

I’m ready whenever you are babe

She waited for him to start the call. Not even two minutes later, her phone began to ring and “Head Empty” flashed across the screen. She accepted the FaceTime call almost immediately. When it connected and he appeared on her screen, walking in his hotel room with his bathrobe on and his hair wet and tied back, she smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi minskatt,” he said, his voice low. She watched as he put a pair of headphones on. “That’s better.”

Hers were already in. “I’m sorry about the game tonight,” she said, perching her phone on a high point on the desk. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Not really. At least, not right now,” he said, putting his phone down too. “Maybe later. Like, after we have dinner.”

“Promise me we will.”

“I promise,” he said, looking into the phone. He knew she would want him to talk about it, and he made her a promise all those months ago. He would never break it. “Right now I just want to have dinner over FaceTime with my girlfriend even though we’re less than fifty feet away from each other.”

Aberdeen chuckled, if only because she agreed wholeheartedly that this whole thing was ridiculous. The tone of William’s voice made her know that he thought it completely ridiculous too. “It’s hard. I know. At least we get free food,” she held up a forkful of the marinated chicken breast. “And good food. It’s not like it’s airplane food.”

William smiled slightly. “First thing I do when we get out of here is bring you to Canoe or Ardo or Miku and splurge on every meal they have on the menu,” he said.

“Sounds good to me. Maybe by then I’ll have a new job to celebrate, anyway.”

“How’s the article coming along?” he asked.

“Fine,” she said. She’s started in the other day and already had about 1500 words worth of material. She figured the best way to go about it was keep a sort of diary every day and then edit it down when she could. “Might talk about how fucking awkward you hockey boys are these days with women.”

“I’m excluded from that, right?” he asked. “I mean, I totally swept you off your feet when we first met.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “You did.”

***

August 3rd, 2020

Aberdeen accompanied the team to one of the workout facilities just so she could catch a glimpse of sone sunshine on the day off. Instead of working out, she sat on the sidelines of where all the equipment was and the boys worked out, furiously typing away on her personal laptop. Every so often when she’d glance up, she’d see Morgan’s thighs almost ripping through his shorts as he did some lunges; she’d see Auston’s biceps almost bursting through his sleeves as he lifted weights above his head; she’d see William’s thick torso exposed as his shirt rode up from him throwing a heavy medicine ball above his head.

A million girls in this city would kill her to be in her position.

And here she was, writing 10,000 words about them instead of ogling them. Well, everyone except her secret boyfriend.

***

August 4th, 2020

Game 2.

Aberdeen was confident that the boys would respond to Columbus’s win in Game 1. She could tell in their energy throughout the day and in the arena they were ready and they were ready to win.

“Hey Nostradamus,” Brendan called out, winking. Aberdeen saw Kyle chuckle from behind his mask. “What’s the score gonna be?”

“Oh shut it,” she shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest and smirking to herself. Except she couldn’t hold her tongue. “3-0, but this time for us.”

“I believe her!” Kyle piped up.

Brendan snorted. “Who’s placing bets?!”

The bell rang and everybody settled down to stand for the anthem. As the game got underway, Aberdeen could feel rushes of electricity move up her spine every time the Leafs touched the puck. They were playing phenomenally. They looked focused, into it, and like a complete team. It was a night and day difference from Game 1. Though the first period didn’t have any goals, Aberdeen knew they’d be coming – for the Leafs only.

In the second period Auston scored and Aberdeen jumped out of her seat to celebrate. And when John scored late in the third period to get a two goal lead, she was even happier.

Then, with less than two minutes left, disaster hit.

It was a play behind the net. Pierre Luc Dubois – the guy from the other day, Aberdeen had learned – basically cross-checked Jake Muzzin, and Jake fell awkwardly, trying to break it, with his head hitting a Blue Jackets player’s leg. He fell to the ice.

He wasn’t getting up. And the referee hadn’t blown the whistle.

Those fuckers.

“BLOW THE FUCKING WHISTLE!!!” Aberdeen screamed at the top of her lungs, startling Brendan and Kyle. Her face was turning red. She was sure she’d been so loud the referee actually heard her, because he finally blew it. Jake was having a hard time getting up, and then he lay back down. One of the trainers immediately made his way onto the ice, rushing towards Jake.

The replays began to play from every angle, and Aberdeen watched on the TV screen in the box how his head and neck contorted once he hit the player’s thigh. She had tears in her eyes as she watched the worst angles. She looked back out onto the ice to see Jake still lying there. The trainer was still with him, though more were making their way onto the ice now. Then, she saw one of the trainers put his hands near Jake’s neck. They called for a stretcher.

She bolted out of her seat.

“Aberdeen!” she could hear Brendan call out after her, but she didn’t listen. She didn’t turn around. She hurried down to ice level, her mind running a mile a minute, and flashed her credentials to anyone and everyone she needed to, not bothering to stop so they could actually see them.

By the time she got to ice level, she could hear the distant sound of sticks tapping, letting her know he was being stretched off. She met all the trainers and the stretcher at the entrance. “Jake?!” she asked frantically.

“Aberdeen?” he asked.

“Are you okay? Did you break your neck?!”

“I didn’t break my neck. I can feel my arms and legs,” he said. Aberdeen let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in. “Did it look scary?”

“Is that a joke?” she asked. “I ran down here the second they called for the stretcher.”

“We’re going to take him to the hospital. He’s going to have to leave the bubble,” the head trainer informed Aberdeen. “You need to tell Brendan and Kyle. Then update us on the protocol of what it will take to get him back into the hotel.”

Before she could acknowledge what was just said, Jake spoke up again. “Aberdeen?”

“Yeah Jake?”

“You need to call Courtney for me. Tell her I’m okay,” he said. “She’s probably worried sick.”

Aberdeen’s heart sunk into her stomach. Courtney. “Yeah yeah, of course—��

“—You have her number, right—”

“—We really need to get him to the hospital—”

“—Yeah, I have her number—”

“—Call Courtney, please,” were Jake’s last words before he was stretchered off.

Aberdeen watched until they were out of her line of sight. For a few moments, the images of what just happened flashed through her mind, and she momentarily forgot about everything. She felt sick to her stomach. Jake said he felt okay, but she knew hockey players always just said that. Morgan had been playing injured for the better part of the year until he actually got injured. High sticks to the face, lost teeth, blood drawn – these guys just put a bandaid on it and said they were fine. But this was different.

When Courtney’s face crossed her mind, she jolted back to life and grabbed her phone out of her pocket, scrolling until she found Courtney’s number. The phone didn’t even have to ring twice. “Aberdeen?!” she asked frantically. “How’s Jake?”

“Hey Court—he’s okay—”

“He’s okay?!”

“Well, they’re bringing him to the hospital right now,” she said. “But I was able to talk to him because I rushed down to ice level and he told me he was fine and to call you.”

“So you—you were able to talk to him,” Courtney said, her voice much calmer than just moments before. “You saw him?”

“Yes. He told me he could move his arms and legs,” Aberdeen informed her.

“Okay. Okay. Does that mean he has to leave the bubble though? I mean can I go visit him?”

Aberdeen cringed. “I don’t think so,” she said. As she did, she could hear Luna being fussy in the background and Courtney trying to calm her. “The NHL has an agreement with Toronto General about potential injuries. If everything is okay and he comes back into the bubble, all he has to do is pass three negative tests,” she explained, listening to Luna get even fussier.

“Okay. Alright. But they’ll call me, right?”

“Absolutely. I’m sure Jake will even be able to call you from the hospital. Our trainers all have their phones on them.”

“Thanks Aberdeen,” Courtney said, and Aberdeen could hear the relief in her voice. She knew all Courtney wanted was to hear from her husband. Luna let out a loud cry. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye Court,” Aberdeen ended the call.

Families. So many of them had families. So many of them had families that were suffering and making do with a prolonged absence and Aberdeen couldn’t take it. The players were sacrificing so much to be in the bubble. And their families were sacrificing so much letting them go into the bubble. She knew most of them had money – to cope, to do whatever, really – but that didn’t compensate for presence. That didn’t compensate for having daddy around to play and snuggle with.

She began to cry as she found herself walking towards the locker room, not even knowing whether or not the game had ended. She didn’t really care at this point. All she could think about was Courtney and Luna at home, worrying about Jake as he was being taken to the hospital. To Aberdeen, nothing else mattered right now.

She heard some commotion from the locker room and she knew the boys were back in. She didn’t know how long they’d been back for, and didn’t bother to peek in to see. She didn’t want to when her eyes were still red and welling up with tears. Instead, she hid herself around a corner, crouching down with her knees against her chest, wiping at her eyes every so often and trying to control her emotions before having to go in, or getting called by Brendan, or by Kyle, or—

“There you are.”

Well, so much for that.

She looked up from her crouched position and saw Jason looking down at her. He wasn’t completely undressed – he had all his UnderArmour on – but he was still sweaty from the game and his hair was matted against his head. She wiped her eyes one last time before getting up. “Hi.”

“Did you see Jake?”

She nodded. “He’s okay. He can feel and move his arms and legs or whatever.”

“Why are you crying?”

She knew he wasn’t asking to be insolent, but did she really have to have to spell it out for him? “Don’t tell me you’re immune to this shit,” she said. “I just had to call Courtney and explain to her that her husband didn’t break his neck and end his God damn career. Luna was crying in the background. It’s a lot, okay?”

Jason nodded his head. “I know it is. I’m not trying to…fuck, I know that came out wrong. He’s gonna be okay, Aberdeen.”

“Thanks.”

“Come on, Aberdeen,” he said soothingly. “It’s gonna be okay.”

She shook her head, wiping away the last of her tears. “I know. I’m just being a big baby.”

“No you’re not,” Jason said. “You’re not being a big baby. You’re being a human being. Someone you cared about got hurt. Do you want to talk about it when you get back to the hotel?” he asked.

She considered it for only half a second before she shook her head. “No. I know you call your girls every night. I can’t take time away from them.”

“Aberdeen—”

“I’ll be okay,” she asserted. “I promise. I’ll be okay.”

“Aberdeen!” Kyle’s voice suddenly called out. He rushed towards her with his phone in his hand. “They took him to the hospital, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head, trying to steady her voice and make it seem as professional as possible. “He’s technically left the bubble, so we have to update the trainers on protocol to get him back into the hotel and how—”

“I’ll handle that with Brendan and Josh,” he interrupted. “But he was okay?”

“He could feel his arms and legs. That’s what he told me. Then he asked me to call Courtney and I did that.”

Kyle nodded his head, looking – really looking – at Aberdeen for the first time in their conversation. “Were you crying?”

“I’m going to be fine,” was all she said.

***

“I’m going to come to your room,” William said through the phone in a strained voice.

“Don’t you dare,” Aberdeen chastised him, a new batch of tears having fallen down her face as she lay in bed. “Don’t you even think about leaving your room, William.”

“Aberdeen, you need me and I need to be with you right now—”

“And you need to stay in your room so you don’t get kicked out of the bubble,” she said sternly. “I’m being serious, Will. Don’t come over.”

She watched as he bit his lip and shook his head. She could see all over his face how conflicted he was. It was one of the things she loved most about him – to the world, he seemed cool and unemotional and that he didn’t really care about anything or take anything too seriously, but to her, he was the entire range of emotions in one conversation. He had a heart full of gold and she knew it would always stay that way. “This is killing me, minskatt,” he whispered, his voice defeated. “I want to be there for you when you need me. Always. I mean…you need me, right?”

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know where this was coming from, but like some things with William, she felt like it was something that had been on his mind for a while and was only letting out now. He was still learning to talk to her about his feelings. He was keeping his promise from February, so she could appreciate that. “Of course I need you,” she said softly. “I’ll always need you like you need me. We’re in this together. You know that. But you need to be on this team right now. You need to help them fight. This isn’t about me. It’s about the team.”

“It’s always about you,” William said. “You still don’t get it, do you? It’s always about you.”

“Don’t make it about me right now, Willy. It’s not about me. It’s about Jake, and the team,” she paused for dramatic effect. “Make it about me later,” she added, trying to be humourous.

It garnered a small smile from him, and she felt proud of herself. “I love you, minskatt.”

“I love you too Willy. Promise me you’ll get some sleep?”

He nodded slightly. “I promise.”

***

Aberdeen’s iPhone was still in her hands as she woke again from its vibrations. She jumped at the sensation of being awoken in the middle of the night. If it was Willy calling her at three in the morning, she was gonna kill him.

“Hello?” her voice was groggy.

The voice on the other end was not William’s. “I lived, bitch.”

***

August 6th, 2020

It wouldn’t be a Toronto Maple Leafs series without some drama, apparently. And the drama tonight was how the team blew a 3-0 lead, allowing the Columbus Blue Jackets to win 4-3 in overtime, with Pierre-Luc Dubois scoring a hattrick. That meant the Columbus Blue Jackets were now up 2-1 in the series.

It meant the Leafs could go home tomorrow.

Aberdeen tried not to think about it.

She didn’t bring it up with anybody as they went back to the hotel, and she knew, judging by the looks on their faces, that they didn’t want to hear about it either. Nobody would be turning on their TVs tonight, and she doubted they would check the news on their phones, either. Maybe they’d play video games to take their minds off of it. Or maybe they’d go right to bed and rest, since they had to do all of this again in less than 24 hours. Fuck.

Aberdeen took a shower. She washed her face. She did her skincare. She put on a sheetmask.

Her phone rang.

She knew it was William, so she tucked herself into bed and accepted the FaceTime call. When he realized that she had a sheetmask on, a smile broke out on his face from ear to ear. “Nice sheetmask,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

She smiled cheekily and shrugged her shoulders. “You’re used to it by now. Shouldn’t come as much of a surprise,” she said.

“I am used to it by now and—oh shit, hold on, I forgot something…” he said, trailing off as he set his phone down so Aberdeen could only see the ceiling in his room. Knowing William, he probably forgot to turn the light off in the bathroom or something. But the longer he took, the more Aberdeen became skeptical of his whereabouts. She barely heard anything on the other end. “There we are…” she heard his voice. And then she saw what he had on his face: a sheetmask. He was still smiling from ear to ear. “Now where were we?” he asked.

“William!” Aberdeen squealed, letting out giggles she couldn’t hold in at the sight of him. He looked ridiculous. It was clearly the first time he’d ever put one on himself. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

“You love these things!” he tried to justify himself. “I brought one because I knew I’d catch you at least once in here with one of these things on. And if we can’t do it together…well, physically, then we can do them together in separate rooms. Like everything else we need to do.”

Her cheeks flushed red – not that he could see. He bought sheetmasks and put them on with her. He gave her time to write. He encouraged her writing. He listened to her. He cared for her. He was even better than anything she could have imagined in a dream boyfriend. How did she get so lucky? How did she let guys treat her like shit before him? She felt tears well in her eyes. He was going all out to make the best of the bubble, and she couldn’t be more thankful. “I love you so much, Willy.”

“I love you too, minskatt.”

“No…I love you Willy. Like love you love you. Love you love you love you. I don’t even have the words…and I’m a writer! You make me speechless, Willy. There aren’t enough words in the English or Swedish languages that I can string together that will, like, tell you or show you how much I love you.”

“I get it, minskatt. Don’t worry. I feel the same way.”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

“I annoyed you enough until I wore you down,” he quipped.

She giggled. “You seduced me is what I’d call it.”

“I don’t know about that. If I remember correctly it was you rubbing yourself against my thigh that morning.”

She made a face at him. He made the exact same face back but crinkled his sheetmask so he had to flatten it with his free hand. She watched him with complete adulation. “Willy?”

“Minskatt?”

“Can we listen to our song together?”

William smiled. He fiddled around with his phone and his ‘Minskatt’ playlist until the familiar chords started playing over the phone, filling the air with the nicest, best, most beautiful sound Aberdeen had ever heard – save for Willy’s laugh, maybe – because she knew this song was about her, about them, and it was still their little secret.

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fishingforyolos · 5 years ago

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That Awkward Moment When...

What if Dean got Castiel back from the Empty, and DIDN’T confess his love right away? What if instead, Dean and Cas just...didn’t know how to bring it up to one another, and forced Sam to endure the most intense third-wheel moment that he’s ever experienced, while these two emotionally constipated dumbasses sat in awkward silence?

This is here to answer that question.

________________________________________

Ahem.

It was the fourth time within two minutes that Dean had cleared his throat, and pretended to look out the window.

Sam was counting, now, in a desperate bid to distract from the incredible, palpable awkward silence emanating from the front seat of the car.

He had given Cas the front as a KIND gesture. He was being nice! It was only FAIR that the guy who had just escaped from super mega turbohell got to have a free pass at riding shotgun.

Or, so he thought. When he sidled into the backseat an hour ago, he did not anticipate the absolutely lethal levels of weird that Cas and Dean would be radiating—all pretending not to look at each other, conspicuous rubbing of the back of their necks, and god DAMN it Dean was fake-looking out the window AGAIN! There was nothing out there but corn, Dean!! Corn for miles!!!

Sam sat back and groaned. This was one of the most intolerable hours that he had ever witnessed in this godforsaken car, and that was saying something.

He allowed himself to drift off into his thoughts, letting his analytical side take over. Whatever it was, it probably happened in the bunker, right before Cas was taken by the Empty. Dean had been very...vague, about that situation, which only made Sam all the more curious. What could they have SAID to each other? Sam was no stranger to having a tense relationship with Castiel, but...if they were mad at each other, they’d be doing that stupid stony-faced silent treatment. But no, they both seemed too full of nervous energy. Cas was currently rifling through the glovebox, of all goddamn things, and Dean was toggling the blinker back and forth on a two-lane highway.

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

“Are these...salted?” asked Castiel, holding up a box of bullets as if they were a sale item at Costco.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” said Dean taking a quick glance, “We bought those for the uh...for the ghosts.”

“I see,” said Castiel, nodding for just a bit too long.

Click, click. Click, click. Click, click.

Sam scrubbed his face with his hands. He had been to hell before, but listening to bad small talk was its own special kind of hell. What happened in that bunker room that would make them behave like-

Like-

Sam’s mouth fell open.

Like the awkward morning after.

“Oh, my God,” Sam blurted, before he could stop himself, “Did-did you two have a one-night stand?”

Castiel dropped the box of bullets.

Dean choked on nothing.

“Sam, what the HELL?!” he coughed.

“Well, SORRY,” Sam said, in a way that he hoped conveyed how NOT sorry he was, “But you guys are acting, uhhh, really weird, and I thought maybe, I dunno-”

He shrugged, and held his hands up in defense against Dean’s murderous glare, “I thought maybe you hooked up! Y’know, last night on earth style!”

“Wha-no. No, no, no,” Dean said again, gesturing forcefully with one hand before pointing directly at Sam, “That’s-that’s not what happened in there.”

“Indeed,” Castiel murmured lowly, throwing a glance to the backseat, “I can assure you, it was worse.”

Dean nearly swerved off the road.

Sam’s jaw fell open again, eyes flicking from Dean to Cas. “W-WORSE?!”

“Oh my FUCKING god,” Dean whispered into the steering wheel.

“What I mean is, it was more...personally humiliating. To me,” Castiel clarified.

Sam blinked several times, trying to process this new bit of information.

“But I thought...you said, that the Empty's deal was about you experiencing happiness,” Sam said, shifting back into analytical mode, “Does it make an...exception, for humiliation?”

He sat back and grimaced, as he weighed the horrible possibility in his mind. “Is it into that??”

“W-well,” stuttered Castiel, his gravelly voice betraying his discomfort, “Regardless of the...preferences, sexual or otherwise, of the Empty-”

Dean suddenly slammed the steering wheel with his palm.

“Can you two PLEASE, shut up?!” he roared, “And let me fucking DRIVE in PEACE?!”

Sam and Cas fell silent, the atmosphere of the Impala even more tense than before.

Sam put his head in his hands. God, he should have just kept his mouth shut. Or maybe, he should have just taken shotgun in the first place, and stuck Cas in the back. Would've saved everyone all this trouble, maybe.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Castiel said, finally breaking the silence.

Sam pursed his lips in annoyance. He could already tell, simply by the look on Cas’ face, that this was going to be another heart-to-heart where they completely forgot he existed.

Dean, meanwhile, didn’t react.

“I…” Castiel sighed, “I don’t...mean to make things awkward, it’s just that I didn’t-I never expected to SEE you again.”

“Really, Cas?” Dean exploded, “Really? After all we’ve been through, after all the times we’ve dragged each other out of the clutches of-of Hell, Heaven, you name it, you didn’t-you didn’t even consider the POSSIBILITY that we’d get you out?”

“Of course I considered it,” Castiel said quietly, “It was my most desperate desire."

He sat back, and turned to direct his gaze out the window.

“But there is a sort of...freedom, in confessing directly before death,” Castiel said, speaking a fog onto the window with each word, “All the vulnerability...none of the consequences.”

Sam’s eyes flew wide open as it all finally clicked.

No way. No way. NO WAY.

He shot up straight, incredulity plastered across his face that the other two were too preoccupied to notice.

DId Castiel...confess his feelings in that bunker? Make a move? Shoot his shot? And then DIE?!

What the fuck, Cas?

Sam sat back, reeling, running his fingers through his hair as Dean and Cas continued to stare out separate windows. He quite literally didn’t think he would LIVE to see the day that they acknowledged their...thing, and now they were doing it right in front of his eyes.

“I...I meant what I said, Dean,” Castiel said, fixing Dean’s profile with a longing stare, “Every single word. And I still do.”

Sam turned back toward Dean, hunched defensively over the wheel of the Impala. He still wouldn’t look at Cas.

Please, Sam prayed silently, Don’t fuck this up.

“But, I’m acutely aware that it made things different between us,” Castiel sighed, “And I’m sorry for that. I can’t take it back. However-”

“I love you.”

If he wasn’t literally watching Dean’s mouth move as he said it, Sam wouldn’t have believed his ears. Holy shit.

He whipped his head back to Castiel, who was stopped in his tracks like a deer in headlights.

Even the rain, beating against the windshield at 70 miles an hour, didn’t dare interrupt the moment at hand.

Dean was still staring out at the road, hands gripping the wheel like he was clinging to sanity itself.

“You didn’t let me say it back,” Dean said through gritted teeth, “In the bunker, you just-you dropped that on me, and then you were GONE, and you didn’t even let me say it back.”

Sam’s mouth was agape once again, eyes flicking back and forth between his brother and the equally speechless angel. The air between them was charged, and ready for a lightning strike.

“W-when you say that,” Castiel said, after a solid ten seconds of trying to find his voice, “Do you-do you mean it-”

Dean DID swerve off the road this time, sending Sam sprawling across the backseat as he skidded to a stop on the shoulder.

“Ow! Dean, what the-”

“Yeah, Castiel,” Dean said, finally taking his eyes off the road to fix him with a wild look, “I mean it. Same way you did. When you said that-that the one thing you wanted, you couldn’t have, it-it didn’t make any sense, because I always thought that I was the one wanting what I couldn’t-who I couldn't-”

He sniffled.

“Fuck, I didn’t want to do this in the CAR,” Dean said, wiping his eyes, “Not in front of Sammy.”

“Honestly? I prefer this over the past miserable hour,” Sam said, leaning back, “Do what you gotta do, man. Just...pretend I’m not here.”

Dean actually chuckled at that, but turned his attention back to Cas, who was still blinking in shock.

“Cas, you...you gotta understand,” Dean said carefully, reaching across the seat and cupping Cas’ cheek in a hand, “Come hell or high water, you have me.”

He swallowed hard. “You don’t have to...to want, I-I’m yours, a-already in the bag. Got it?”

Tears tracked down Castiel’s face as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide, tearful smile from spreading across his face.

Dean visibly softened, and brought Castiel’s face in, kissing him right on the mouth.

Sam hoped he wouldn't come to regret the "do what you gotta do" comment, but they broke apart just a moment later to touch foreheads like a couple of saps.

“...Yaaay, congratulations!” Sam said, waving celebratory arms in the air as widely as he could in the cramped backseat. He searched around him and found some crumpled receipts, which he tossed into the front seat. “Whoo! Confetti!”

“Sam…” Dean said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“I appreciate your jubilation, Sam,” Castiel said, dead seriously, looking back at him with just his eyes, “Your approval means a lot to me.”

"Hey,” Sam said, clapping Castiel on the shoulder, “This changes nothing. You're still like a brother to me, man. You’re still family."

Cas smiled at him. “Thank you, Sam.”

“Aww, look at that smile, Sammy,” Dean said, tapping Cas on the cheek, “Look at it! How could anybody resist that smile?”

“I dunno, Dean, it’s pretty easy when you’re not in love with him,” Sam smiled.

“Welp,” shrugged Dean casually, as he shifted the car back into drive, “Guess I wouldn’t know, then.”

Sam was taken aback by the...ease, with which all that just rolled off of Dean’s tongue.

“God,” Sam groaned, “You’re going to be an INSUFFERABLE couple.”

Dean just laughed, light and loud, as he merged back onto the highway, offering out his right hand.

"I'm sorry, Sam," Castiel said, taking the offered hand with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "But as you can see, I cannot resist his charm."

Sam rolled his eyes at that, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. It was insufferable, yes, and Sam was going to have to have a LONG talk with Dean later, but...for now, he just laughed, as the tension bled out of the car, and Dean FINALLY turned on the stereo, letting the soothing sound of Led Zeppelin carry them into a lighter mood.

Sam took a deep breath, and let it out slow. Maybe sometimes, good things do happen.

#supernatural #destiel #15x19 compliant #i havent been invested in SPN since about 2013 but i dug deep into my recollections to summon these guys' voices one more time #i didnt put this on a main blog bc i didnt want people to expect SPN from me #i just had this mental image in my head of sam having to endure this moment #and i laughed so hard that i had to see it through #godspeed spn people and good luck on thursday #honk honk honk thats my clown nose when i started writing this 'as a joke'

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ichorizaki · 5 years ago

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part of your world—s.d.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱ — fluff. just, pure fluff

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — timeskip!sawamura daichi x f!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — uhhh some curse words and teeth-rotting fluff, asahi’s terrible fashion taste

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 2.7k

˚ ༘ˀˀ ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol — ✎ˀ !!! my first req!!! ily ily hehe i had so much fun with this; i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for being patient, @ceo-of-daichi huhu

-`,✎ synopsis! ; ♡ disneyland is just as magical as anyone dreamed for it to be and more.

One of the things that you love about Sawamura Daichi was how he calculated different factors to make sure that his intended outcome was accurate and to his satisfaction. Maybe it was the way his dark brows furrowed in concentration as he mapped out the plans, or perhaps it was in the way he had that small grin that boasted pride when he was done. You didn't know why he was planning so intently for a quick weekend trip to Disneyland Tokyo, but you didn’t quite care because it made for the perfect setting for you to pop the million-dollar question. While you would love to have the trip be just the two of you, you required an audience and moral support, which was why you had Sugawara Kōshi happily laying down in the backseat of the rented car and Azumane Asahi waiting for your arrival at his condominium complex at Ginza, Tokyo.

“Dai, how much further from Tokyo are we? I wanna ride the rollercoasters!” Kōshi complained from the backseat, propping himself up on his elbows. It was a miracle that both you and your boyfriend had heard him over the booming stereo that blasted the Disney playlist curated specially for the trip. He noticed that Daichi had his hand gripping your thigh where it was exposed by your denim shorts and made a gagging noise. “I thought I wasn’t gonna third-wheel.”

“We’re not even making out, you drama queen,” Daichi snorts. His eyes drifted from the rearview mirror to the GPS he was following on his phone next to the steering wheel. “We’re about fifteen minutes from the checkpoint.”

“Finally. Fifteen minutes more and I won’t be the only third-wheel.” You laughed at his comment as he went back to laying down in the backseat, scrolling through his phone and singing along to the songs. In his impatience, you knew it was excitement. Partially for Disneyland, but you knew the real reason behind it: the small velvet box sitting in your Kanken bag that sat by your feet.

Kōshi has been your partner in crime ever since your Karasuno days. You knew he had your back when it came to anything that consisted of the element of surprise, as you had his. You’ve said it a thousand times and you’ll say it again: the Karasuno VBC should be glad that you weren’t one of the managers. Otherwise, you were sure that their productivity would fall drastically.

Feeling your boyfriend’s calloused hand give your thigh a slight squeeze dragged your eyes from your phone screen to his beautiful face. You raised your eyes in question before he nudged his chin towards what lay beyond the glass windows, eyes fixated on the road. You followed his gaze and a small gasp of surprise left your lips.

It was by no means your first time in Tokyo but it never fails to take your breath away every time you near the border. Silver buildings line the landscape, blindingly glinting as they reflected the meridian sun. Billboard signs were but a blur of colours as Daichi drove past. You could practically smell the metallic scent of the metropolitan metal forest.

“Kōshi! Look!” You cried out, the palms of your hands flat against the glass along with your cheek as you tried to get closer to the scenery in the confines of the car. The second you passed the checkpoint and were cleared, the excitement was blatantly obvious in the way it seemed to send jitters down your spine. “Ah, I can’t wait to see ‘Sahi. I’m so glad he agreed to come out of his shell and spend time with us.”

“Right?” Kōshi got up from his position to squeeze his torso in between your seat and Daichi’s. “Man, I can’t wait to go feral at Disneyland and sleep for free in a downgraded hotel.” Daichi couldn’t help but laugh at the statement that his friend had made in reference to Asahi’s place. He had offered his condominium as accommodation for the night. You guessed that he was tired of being so lonely in such a spacious living space. The last time you checked, you were sure that he had two guest rooms which was perfect for the three of you.

Daichi continued driving into the city, easily finding his way to Asahi’s condominium complex. He was waiting there, scrolling through his phone in what could easily be the most tourist-y getup. He didn’t notice the vehicle pull up before him, which prompted you to wind your window down to call for him. Kōshi mirrored your actions, calling for him by his favourite nickname since high school.

“Oi, Negative Beardy!” He giggled as the bigger man looked up from his phone. His hair was cropped short, his previous peach fuzz now a well-groomed beard. He got up from his seat and you couldn’t help but notice the neon green fanny pack standing out exceptionally from his ensemble. You didn’t hold back the laughter and neither did your boyfriend as the clumsy man slid into the backseat next to Kōshi, the apples of his tanned cheeks a bright pink.

“Five months and the first thing you do is tease me . . .” Asahi sighed.

“How can we not when you look like a tourist?” Daichi countered as he began to drive out of the complex. “For a fashion designer, you sure do have a terrible sense.”

“Yeah, ‘Sahi,” you chimed in. “Isn’t the neon green fanny pack a little overkill?”

“Huh? Then where am I gonna put my wallet and phone on rides?” The three of you laughed it off, leaving a resigned Asahi shaking his head. Years may have passed and there may have been distance among the four of you but the chemistry was still there.

The drive from Ginza to Urayasu was about twenty minutes, but time seemed to fly by when you’re having fun because the next thing you know, the four of you were climbing out of the car with entry tickets in hand and standing in line. It was late into the season of spring and you could smell it distinctly in the air. The breeze was nice and chilly against where your skin was exposed as the sun cast a mighty glow upon the citizens of Tokyo, excitement buzzing in your veins like static electricity as you bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Kōshi was the only other person who was being loud about his excitement, running as soon as he was granted entry into the magical grounds of Disneyland. You bounded after him, your voice disappearing into the large expanse of space as you screamed out loud.

“Y/N! People are staring, you idiot,” Daichi called out after you, taking your hand in his as soon as he caught up. You gave him a cheeky grin and wink along with a finger gun with your free hand. Now that you were finally at Disneyland, all you had to do was wait for the opportunity to make this fine man yours for the rest of your life. Kōshi gasped when he saw your linked hands and immediately turned to look at Asahi who tucked his hands behind his back in response.

The four of you started off at World Bazaar, taking a tour on the omnibus around the plaza before deciding to go in hard and strong at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Adventureland. Needless to say, Asahi was the only one who emerged trembling like a leaf. You felt like a high school student once again, spending time with your best friends and your crush in what appeared to be a fantasy-like wonderland. Your laughter filled the air as screams and children’s excitement harmonised along.

Regardless of where you ventured in the theme park, you were smiling and laughing and running around like a child with Kōshi as Asahi and Daichi both looked on. The former was visibly embarrassed by the commotion that the both of you were causing while the latter simply bemused by how happy you were. Hell, simply ‘happy’ didn’t cut it. You were in absolute childlike ecstasy as you pulled him along to the different rides and exhibitions, asking him to take your picture with Daisy Duck or Peter Pan or some character whose name he had forgotten. He was completely enthralled by you and knowing that you were his simply sent his mind reeling and his heart thumping against his ribcage as he fondled with the navy blue box nestled in the pocket of his bermuda shorts.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You were about to ask the man you love if he wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with you. You kept telling yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, that no matter what his answer was, you’d respect it. It was only natural that you were restless, right? The adrenaline that flowed through your veins was keeping you on your toes at every exhibit, show, ride, and parade that the four of you spectated with bright, eager smiles.

It was only when the stunning blue of the sky began to mix with swirls of salmon pink and golden melting through fluffy whites were the four of you sitting on one of the benches outside Cinderella’s castle. Families of both locals and tourists had ice cream crêpes in hand as they strolled languigly. You had an ice pop in hand, sharing it with Daichi as he sat next to you whilst cooling himself with the electric handheld fan that you had brought along.

Kōshi was staring dead into your eyes, his silver eyebrows furrowing just the slightest bit as he nudged his chin not-so-subtly to an inattentive Daichi. You scowled silently back at him, wordlessly telling him that it probably wasn’t the right time. Probably. But then he went ahead and gave you a smug look that called you a coward for chickening out whenever the opportunity presented itself by neatly dropping into your laps.

He wasn’t wrong. You had the perfect opportunity to propose just about an hour ago during one of the parades at Fantasyland. Mickey had pulled you in for a dance on the road, and after your little grooving session, you had dragged your boyfriend who was reticent but never tried to hide the fond smile on his face. Poor Kōshi had wasted a good percentage of his battery filming several almost-proposals only for you to chicken out at the last second. You were sure that you weren’t going to hear the end of it if you didn’t get down on one knee to propose in the next hour.

“Do you still want the ice pop?” Daichi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, shaking your head. Now’s the time, you told yourself. No more backing out. You were going to ask this man to be your partner in life and that was final. How could you not? You’ve known this man close to two decades. He had been by your side the whole time, through the ups and downs, never once letting go of you even when you told him to. To you, he looked no different than he did when you first met him at the shy blossoming age of 15. He bulked a little and sure, there were smile lines and some wrinkles, but that was it. He’s still the same Sawamura Daichi that you fell in love with. “My love, is everything okay? Is there something on my face?”

“Huh?” You blinked. Crap, were you staring at him too obviously? You quickly told him that no, there wasn’t anything on his face other than absolute beauty, to which his cheeks flushed red. Kōshi was staring at you—you knew it from the glaring burning on the side of your face—and you finally reached your arm behind you where your bag was, nervously trying to take the violet box from the confines of the small pocket. You heard Kōshi whisper-yell a not-so-subtle “Yes!” as he fumbled around to fish his phone out.

Daichi’s ochre brown eyes never left your face as he watched you get up from the bench to sink down onto one knee before him. You felt your heart stammering in a jittery, shaking, quaking panic as your cheeks burned beet red. He was patient, waiting and watching you slowly rest your hands over your propped knee. Only then did you realise that the words that you had painstakingly memorised were beginning to disappear from your mind like a drawing in the sand erased up by waves.

“Daichi,” you began. There’s no going back now. “I never thought I’d ever find someone who’s my best friend and lover. I wouldn’t say that you’re my saviour or some shit cause that’s really cringey.” You briefly paused, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried your best to fight back the tears. Why did you have to get emotional now? You cleared your throat, “Um. Listen. I’m in love with you. I had a script and I forgot what were the specific words on it, but I know this for sure: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch you grow old and have kids who are gonna have kids, who are then gonna have kids, and then we’ll be sitting on rocking chairs at the patio of our house in the countryside, watching the sunset.

“I– fuck, this is embarrassing. But, yeah. I love you, and I’m just here to complete the final objective. I’ve taken your jackets, your firsts, and your heart, and I think it’s time I take your last name.” From the corner of your eyes, you noticed there were a few people standing by to watch. Some of them were obviously tourists and the fact alone made your entire face flush pink. Your eyes were trained on Daichi’s handsome face as he let a lone tear escape before quickly wiping it away and sniffling. He had that smile on his face—the very one that made your heart throb and sing hallelujah—and you couldn’t help but smile too as you revealed the golden ring seated intricately in a sea of white silk of the velvet box that you were holding. “So whaddya say, Dai?”

The second he got down on one knee and took out an identical velvet box from the pocket of his shorts, you let out a loud groan, throwing your head back to stop the tears from flowing freely down your face. You heard the spectators cheer and laugh, and also Kōshi screaming right behind you. Your teeth abused your bottom lip when you returned your tear-filled gaze to him, arms going limp by your sides. You refused to believe this was happening. It was the last thing that you had expected from Daichi, but life was full of surprises, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he mused. The corner of his lip curled upward into a sly smirk but the amount of love brimming in his eyes told a different story entirely. “What do you think?” By then, you had tears raining as you folded your feet underneath you so you could sit down and process everything. Even then, you were bawling your eyes out, holding his calloused hands in yours as he heartily laughed, kissing your tears away and pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think I wanna marry the fuck out of you, Dai.” Your shoulders trembled as your heart sang a euphoric tune that you never thought you’d be able to achieve. His bare, warm arms wrapped around you to guide you to sit down on the bench. He took his time wiping your tears and putting the ring on your finger before he did the same for himself.

“Tsk, babe, there are children here.” His teasing chides fell on deaf ears as Asahi and Kōshi joined the both of you, congratulations and teasing filling the atmosphere. You didn’t care that there were children there. Disneyland is one hell of a magical place, and you were just beyond thankful it turned all of your dreams into a reality.

#sawamura daichi #sawamura daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #sawamura daichi x you #haikyuu fic #hq #꒰⚡️꒱ ⨾ zeus’ thunderbolt #bbthots

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5-secondsofcolor · 5 years ago

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Bixby Canyon Brigde || M. C.

Prompt: Roadtrip!Michael, ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.’

Event Masterlist

Length:2.5K words

TW: Swearing and an embarrassing bit of morning wood. If you’re like me, driving.

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“We still on for Shadow Realm tonight?” Calum asks as he unpacks a box of records. Michael walks straight past him, trying to collect his things from the register and get out as quickly as possible. He’s tempted to not answer but he needs someone to watch Moose and candidate number one is unfortunately going to want an explanation.

“No. I’m going on that road trip this weekend,” Michael tries to walk away quickly, he knows the comments that will soon follow. The comments about all your time together, he hears you through Michael’s headset when they play their games. Calum’s all too aware of what neight of you will admit. “You can still watch Moose, right?”

“Anything for my best girl,” Calum says. Putting down his box and following Michael up to the register. Refusing to drop the subject, he teases. “Are you two dating yet?”

“No. It’s rude to assume just because we hang out we’re dating.”

“It’s the heart eyes that really give it away, Mikey. Known you your whole life, mate.You only make those eyes at food or someone you’re crushing on.”

“Fuck off,” There’s not much else to say. Michael doesn’t turn around again as the boys shout their goodbyes, afraid his pink cheeks would give away just how well Calum could call him out.

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After a quick trip dropping off Moose, you’re on your way. Hitting Highway One quickly. You’d spent months promising Michael a road trip, wherever he wanted, you’d go. And a promise is a promise, you think as you begin to follow the signs indicating Califonria North.

Driving up the coast had been a dream you only recently learned Michael held too. All too exuberant when you told him your big plans to drive until you hit Bixby Canyon Bridge. You’d mapped out the time already and the places you both wanted to see at least. Both of you scraped together the little money you had and decided to hit the road.

“Can you just pick a song Michael?” You laugh as he changes the song for the millionth time.

His taste in music feels too broad as he tries to decide what you’d like. He wonders if it’ll be the Bon Iver or Winnetka Bowling League that will win you over, it goes on until you finally suggest “Why don’t you play that new Wander album you were telling me about at lunch?”

“Oh yeah.”

The first day is uneventful. Leaving him worried that you’ll end up with the dullest experience of road trip history as you pull into the hotel parking lot. A quick dinner is split between the two of you before its lights out but Michael tosses and turns half the night. Wondering what’s left in store.

“Michael! Wake up,” A pillow is tossed in his direction once he shows no signs of movement. You open the window, letting the light in hoping it would make him move faster. “Mike we gotta beat the traffic.”

All you get is a grumpy “hump” as he buries his head under the pillow you tossed his way. Trying to hide from the sunlight filling the room.

The struggle to start the day comes as no surprise. It happens everyday, no amount of food or adventure makes him move any faster. You learned that quickly as you resort to everything short of pulling him out of bed to hit the road faster.

“Come on, you don’t even have to drive. I get the morning shift. Let’s go,” you laugh as you play tug of war with his covers.

A bit of fighting later, you grab a coffee before hitting the road. Excitement grows as you follow all the signs along the way. You sing loudly, keeping yourself entertained as he sleeps a while into your drive.

Michael pretends to be asleep, his head leaning against the window. It was one of the few ways he got to hear you sing more confidently, more clearly than your usual mumbling when he was awake. He couldn’t help the smile on his face, no matter how off key your voice was always such a calming sound.

“Mike, wake up,” you reach out to shake him gently, before pulling onto the road’s shoulder. Finally having reached your first stop of the day, you’re too excited for Michael to open his eyes and see the green sign reading,“Big Sur”.

“Are we here?” He laughs, opening his eyes to see you’ve stopped on the shoulder of the highway; turning on your emergency lights as you grab your phone.

“No. Come on. We gotta take the first picture.”

You take a quick picture, Michael nestling his face beside yours. His head resting on your shoulder as you struggle getting the right angle until he takes your phone and takes the perfect one. Laughter and shouting fills the air as you run back to the car.

Michael can’t believe it as he sees the forest of trees emerge. The flat open land gives way to think forests. The highway winding as the forest thickens. She opens the windows, allowing in the smell of the forest. So many views at once leave him overwhelmed as he takes a deep breath and enjoys the calm.

Canyons open up, finally allowing them to pull over and admire the look of everything. “Thank you so much for doing this with me,” he says as he looks over the pictures again. His heart swelling as he sees the pictures of you together, excited that it’s only the first one of the day. “I can drive for a bit. Let you admire the views too.”

You take over the music, playing a few classics. You and Michael shout along. His voice easily takes over the car. You both feel free for seconds before the car jumps abruptly. The noise is unmistakable over the music as your heart sinks. Michael’s no doubt sinks even further; he’s quick to turn on the emergency lights.

“I think a pothole took out the tire,” he says. The color drains from his face as he tries to move out of traffic. Your hand settles on his arm, trancing the band tattooed on his arm to comfort him. The bounce in his leg becomes a dead giveaway for his stress.

“It’s ok. We have a spare or we can call a tow truck,” you steady your breath, unsure if the words are to comfort him or yourself as you feel your body go cold.

With the car parked, a flat tire on your side is clear.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry. I just didn’t see it,” his hands squeezing tighter and tighter around the steering wheel. You slip your hand into his, trying to soothe him a minute as you think.

“Hey we’ll figure it out. We’re ok. That’s all I care about right now. Let’s just call someone and they’ll replace it.” You shuffle around the car only to find both your phones without any cell service.

“Fuck,” Michael’s frustration only grows more as he realizes how screwed you are. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with no food and now no car. “Have you ever changed a spare?”

“Not like myself but theoretically.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” You say as you check your phone one more time. A final prayer is left unanswered as the “NO SERVICE” stays across the top. “But I think we can figure it out.”

You crack a smile, seeing how small he looks beside the spare tire in the trunk but feign confidence. It’s a tire. A simple tire. It’s not that hard but it eats a chunk of your day. Finally getting back onto the road, you opt to skip lunch. Instead adventuring through big sur so you’d make it most of the way to the planned hotel before sundown and you do make it.

You opt to stay in the car while Michael rents a room. He comes back to the car, cheeks a little pink and avoids your eyes as he plops back into the driver’s seat.

“Did they have room?” You ask as the “No” comes alight along the Vacancy sign.

“Yeah. We actually got the last one,” He mumbles. Something off with the way he avoids facing you lets you know he isn’t answering the full question.

“Mikey? What’s wrong?”

“There’s uhhh there’s only one room left. And it’s just got a single bed. I guess they’re full because of the long weekend but I can sleep in the car or on the floor.”

It was bound to happen, Michael and you knew luck would run out after so much time on the road and Carmel is just where that happened. So much for spontaneity. Exhaustion is heavy in your bones, you should’ve stopped earlier but making it up further North was more important for tomorrow. You can argue you shouldn’t have taken so long at the beach or taken dinner to go but it’s too late for it now. All you can feel is your lower back shouting for anything other than the car’s seat.

With the next rest stop unknown, you don’t bother trying to look for it. Instead you start to collect your things from the front seat, stuffing it into one of your bags. You try to remain calm as you speak, “Mikey it’s fine. We’ll save a little money splitting anyways.”

You knock on the trunk, prompting him to open it and follow suit. Grabbing his bag from the backseat before you make the walk to room 512. You’ve shared rooms the entire time, you’re no strangers to plopping onto the same bed to split dinner or watch a movie but today a tension settles between you two.

You open the door and hear Michael sigh, as those some part of him still hoped to find two separate beds.Ignoring it, you try to decide, left side or right? Do you just pick yours first? Ask him which he wants? You settle on making the first decision, placing your phone by the nightstand on the left as you get into the room. A breath of relief hits as he puts his stuff on the right.

You’ve been friends a while but recently there’s been something in the way Michael looks at you and you wonder if you do the same. If he can sense the way your heart skips a beat when his name pops up in your phone, a silly little thing in the way you can’t stop smiling around him. But expectations with him have always been low. You can’t start a fire without a spark and it’s never been like Michael gave much to go off of.

“Did you need the bathroom? I’m gonna take a quick shower,” You open your bag, unsure why you’re afraid to look over at him.

“No.Thanks,” he mumbles.

You try to make your shower long. Going through the motions, if you just go straight to bed, nobody needs to acknowledge any awkwardness. You settle on that. Go out. Go to Bed. The end. Relief hits as you finally open the bathroom door and find the lights already out, Michael long settled for bed on the right side.

It feels like half the night goes by as you lay there, tempted to reach out, thinking about how smooth his skin would feel under your fingertips if only. Instead you turn away, leaving your back facing his, and leaving you staring at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s bright red numbers taunting you as they count all the minutes of sleep passing you by.

You’re up first the next morning, Big Sur, the flat tire, the entire previous day feels so far away as you struggle to finish waking up all the way. It becomes more abrupt as you become aware of someone's body pressed against your own. It’s comfortable waking up in his arms, his body pressed against yours as you stare down at his arms, your hand already laying on the bands decorating his arm.

It isn’t until you shift again in his arms that he presses his hips against you, a distinct pressure against you, that you realize. Heat flooding your body as you realize exactly what’s pressed against the back of your thigh. You hand involuntarily closing around his arm as you ignore your initial instincts to run. Maybe you can try to wiggle out of his arms and act like it never happened but there’s no way. He only pulls you closer against his chest when you try.

You try again but this time, Michael stirs. Nuzzling his face further into your neck before pausing. Hel nearly sits upright once he realizes what’s going on. Disoriented, he tries to play it off, pulling the covers over himself as he tries to get his thoughts together.

“I’m gonna shower,” he excuses.

Just as quickly, you bounce out of bed, cheeks hot as you toss on a sweater, “I’m gonna go see if they’ve started serving breakfast.”

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“I can drive” he volunteers himself up unsure if he’d want to stare at anything other than your profile. For a moment this morning felt like the most amazing dream. Finally having you to hold. It’s all he can think about as. You’re unsure what he would like to hear and Michael just wants to crawl into a hole so you listen to a random album just to fill the silence.

“Thinker, Can we stop at a Starbucks? I really need a coffee.”

“Uh yeah.” With the silence finally broken Michael’s words flow, not knowing where to start he just lets the, flow, “Listen,I understand if you want seperate rooms for the rest of the trip. I can search up a hotel for tonight and I’ll call ahead. I’m really sorry—“

“You don’t have to do that,” You turn to face him, staring at his profile unabashedly. You can’t help but stare, his face catching the morning light just right, making his lips your favorite color of pink as he takes them between his teeth, and you finally admit to yourself what you’ve known a while.

“No.” Persistent to get out his full apology, he rants on. “I’m sorry if you were uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention but I’ll make sure we have two beds tonight.”

“What If...” with a deep exhale you speak quieter than you intended. “What if I didn’t mind sharing a bed?”

You can see realization flood his body. The tops of his cheeks catching color as he struggles to find the words finally settling on a meek, “You didn’t?”

“No. Did you?”

“I guess I didn’t mind either.” He admits, a little smile lighting up his face. He can’t will himself to hide the butterfly’s started up in his stomach as he catches your hand already resting on the center console, intertwining your fingers with his.

#5sos writing collab #5 sos writing collab #5sos #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #5sos blurbs #5sos fic #michael clifford fic

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98prilla · 5 years ago

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To The Dead

AO3

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“No, Joan… Listen, I’ll call you back, no, it’s fine, I’ve just started unpacking, you can come by later…” Logan watched warily as the new human shuffled boxes around, speaking ceaselessly to someone on his phone, occasionally laughing, reassuring the person that he was fine, the drive had gone well, making idle chatter.

It hadn’t been all that long. Merely three months, but he wasn’t all that surprised the house went so fast, to a first-time owner, as well, judging by the looks of the young man. No doubt at an insanely low price, thanks to the laws dictating they disclose any deaths on the property, Virgil’s having been so recent, as well. He was sure Virgil was lurking somewhere, watching all of this, or perhaps he was hiding somewhere.

They’d caught glimpses of him, here and there. Nothing much, just a flicker of shadows, a tinge of darkness, always out of the corner of the eye, always gone before they could say a single word, and it was driving all of them a bit mad.

Patton and Janus had tried everything, to get him to come out, to get him to come back, but to no avail. They still often spoke out loud, when doing things, now, holding conversations with the air, just in case Virgil was nearby, listening, reassuring him that they were there, if he needed anything, wanted anything, they were there for him. To his frustration, Logan had also started doing it, not noticing until someone called him out on it.

And Roman. Roman was worse off than the rest of them. He was miserable, he was apologizing endlessly, trying at every turn to seek him out, but if anything, that seemed to drive Virgil farther away, the sense of his presence dwindling, the paint on his door fading and chipping off, a sign that he hadn’t been in it at all, maybe since the last time they’d all seen him, which meant he wasn’t getting the rest he needed, either.

With a sigh, Logan shook himself out of his thoughts, swapping back over to the spirit plane.

“Well?” Roman asked, laying upside down on the couch.

“Young adult, thirty, brown hair, brown eyes, named Thomas. Seems nice enough.” He reported. “Didn’t seem to notice me at all, no mentions of cold spots, hearing my voice when I spoke, seems just as oblivious as the rest of them.” He commented, noticing the tenseness fading out of Patton and Janus’s shoulders, Remus’s grin growing feral.

“Good. I like a challenge.” He sighed, ignoring Remus’s commentary.

“And… any sign?” Patton asked hesitantly. He shook his head, eyes clouding with worry for a moment.

“No. I would have expected… something, but there was no hint of his presence. I don’t know… I hate not knowing things.” He muttered, falling onto the far end of the couch.

“I know, Lo, but we’ll figure this out.” Patton answered, though his own voice was tinged with disappointment.

There were some cases, rare cases, where humans could see ghosts, speak to them, as if they were just normal, still alive people. None of them had ever met someone like that, the most they got were amateur ghost hunters, in years the house sat empty, when it had still been an old plantation house, and even they weren’t very perceptive. Some humans were more sensitive, catching glimpses of things, picking up on words here or there, cold spots, hot spots, that was more common. They’d have to wait and see, if this one could pick up on any of that.

…

In hindsight, they maybe should have been more worried, when the human, Thomas’s, friend showed up, with a bottle of wine, a cactus as a housewarming gift, and a Ouija board.

But most of that stuff was just hocus pocus, as Logan said, which set Roman off, quoting what was apparently a Disney movie.

“Roman, I am begging you to shut up.” Janus moaned. “I am trying to watch these idiots.” Roman scowled, but ceased, watching the two humans laugh as they lit candles around the board, turning off the lights, to add to the atmosphere.

“What do they think candles are gonna do?” Remus asked, continuously blowing out the small flame as they tried to light the final one.

“Probably supposed to symbolize a portal to the afterlife, or something similarly ridiculous.” Logan scoffed, still watching their actions with interest.

“Ok, who should we try and talk to?” Thomas asked.

“Uhhh, Abraham Lincoln!” Joan responded, earning a startled laugh from Thomas.

“What? Why was that your go to?”

“I don’t know, it was the first famous dead person that came to mind! What was your plan, then?” Joan asked indignantly, though they were smirking too. Thomas shrugged.

“Um. Hey. Anyone here who’s friendly and not, like, gonna go all Amityville horror on us, feel free to communicate with us, using this board.”

“Dude, they’re ghosts. How are they gonna know what Amityville horror is? Since when do ghosts watch movies?”

“I don’t know! You were trying to talk to good ‘ol Abe, I feel like you don’t have room to lecture here.” They both froze as the planchet moved. Not much, not far, but it had definitely moved.

“Did that just…”

“Hoooolly shiiit.” Joan whispered, wide eyes meeting Thomas’s. Neither of them had even had their hands near the board, much less touching the planchet.

In the ghostly realm, everyone’s eyes locked on Roman, who stood frozen, mouth agape, staring at the planchet he’d bumped against while leaning in to examine the board, as easily moved as anything he summoned himself.

“Oops?” He said, shushing Logan as the two humans started speaking again.

“Ok, um, ok, that’s normal! We probably just bumped the table! Um, is… is anyone here, with us?” Thomas asked. Immediately the planchet started moving again, landing on ‘yes’.

“ROMAN! What do you think you’re doing?!” Janus hissed, and he wrung his hands.

“I-I don’t know! They asked! It seemed rude not to answer? I haven’t exactly been in this situation before, Jan!” He fired back, their own panicking mirroring the panic going on between Thomas and Joan.

“What do we have to lose?” Patton asked softly, getting everyone’s attention.

“I am unclear what you mean, Patton.” Logan said, gaze turning to him, where he sat, biting his lip, fiddling with his cardigan.

“I mean… by answering them. What do we have to lose? We’re all stuck here, anyway. It’s not like they can hurt us. And… we live here too! Shouldn’t we get to know our new roommates?” He asked, voice getting higher in pitch with each word, until he squeaked out his question.

“Who are you?” Came the question from the humans, from the board, and Roman hesitated, looking back at everybody, asking what he should do, the question evident in his eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead. Patton’s right, I suppose, there’s not much they can do, besides leave. But I will not be involved in this.” Janus sighed from the couch, retreating to his room, to avoid whatever action was coming next. Logan nodded.

“I second Janus’s sentiments. Pardon me.” With that, it was Roman, Patton and Remus, who tried to swipe the planchet, but failed, swiping right through it, letting out an annoyed squawk.

“What?! Why!?” He screeched, Roman grinning like an idiot.

“Their opening. They said…” He broke off laughing, “They said anyone who wasn’t gonna Amityville them, Ree you’re literally a poltergeist, that stupid line is keeping you from doing shit!” He laughed harder at Remus’s indignant expression, eyes flashing with ire.

“OH, they’re gonna regret that bullshit. Imma haunt them so hard it’s gonna feel like a-“

“Thank you, Remus, that’s enough!” Patton interrupted, not wanting to know the end of that sentence, and Remus vanished with a scowl and puff of black smoke. Roman rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the board, spelling out his name.

“R-o-m-a-n. Roman. Like, a Roman soldier? What would they be doing here?” Thomas asked.

“What would they be doing speaking English?” Joan piped in.

“Good lord, these two are slow.” Roman muttered, moving the planchet once more, Patton giggling at his remark.

“My name is Roman, you idiots.” He spelled out, “And I am not a roman.” The two humans stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into only slightly hysterical laughter.

“We just got called idiots… by a ghost! What even… how is this happening?” Thomas wheezed, trying to pull himself together, devolving into giggles every time he and Joan looked at each other.

“I mean, they’re not wrong!” Joan shot back, once they got their breathing back under control.

“How did you die?” Blurted Thomas, and Roman rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god, you can’t just ask people how they died!” Roman replied, enjoying the befuddlement on the two human’s faces.

“I’m… I might be wrong, but did it just make a mean girls reference?” Joan asked.

“Yes. And I use He/Him, thank you. If you must know, I was a civil war soldier. Fighting for the North, y’know, the right team? But my family were assholes and lived here so… here I am!” He answered.

“Oh, good. He’s anti-slavery and not a homophobe. Cool, cool, cool.”

“Is there anyone else, with you?” Joan asked, and Roman bit his lip, turning to Patton, who eagerly grabbed the planchet.

“Hey kiddos! I’m Patton!” His answer was met with instant bursts of laughter.

“Wow. Straight from civil war action to dad mode. Um. Hello, Patton. It’s… nice to meet the both of you? We’ve never really spoken to ghosts before. Uh, you guys…live here?” Thomas asked a bit nervously.

“Yuppers! But we’re all pretty friendly. Mostly. None of us are violent, or anything, though some can be a bit… startling at times.”

“That’s only a bit worrying. Oh god, now I’m gonna hear every noise and think it’s a ghost. Because it could be a literal ghost.” Thomas mumbles, shoving back his hair, Joan chuckling nervously.

“Yeah, good luck with that one, Thomas.” Joan answers, getting to their feet. “It’s late. I should probably be going.”

“What? No, uh uh, after this, you do not get to ditch me on my first night in a new house in a new town that you made me learn is actually haunted, though the ghosts do seem polite, no offense, guys, just a liiittle freaky.” Thomas said, gaze shifting to the board for a moment, and Patton laughed.

“He’s worried about us! That’s sweet!”

“He’s worried we’ll haunt his nightmares.” Roman muttered back, watching the humans argue back and forth, before finally agreeing.

“Alright. Uh, we’re gonna go to bed and try and sleep. So… talk to you later, I guess?”

“Yes please! This is fun!” Thomas chuckled a bit at that.

“I’m guessing that was Patton. Good night, Pat. Good night, Roman, who is not an actual Roman. Uhhh, you’re dismissed?”

“Are you a school teacher? ‘you’re dismissed. Get some style. Farewell, my fellow brother in arms, may your gay heart guide you true!” Roman replied, making them both break down into a giggling fit yet again, as they blew out the candles, setting aside the board as they got up to get ready to sleep, Patton and Roman returning to their own living room in the spirit world.

“Well, that was… interesting.” Roman said slowly.

“It was… a bit nice. Talking. To other live people.” Patton said softly, and Roman stopped, pulling Patton into a hug, which he easily melted into.

“yeah. It was. But it did still take quite a bit of energy. We should get some rest, as well.”

“I’m gonna stay out here for a little bit. Just… just in case.” Roman sighed softly, but nodded, stepping away.

“Alright. Rest well, Pat.”

…

He had been asleep for a few hours, when he blinked open his eyes at a small movement. All he caught was a deep shadow, tucking a blanket tight around him.

“Virg?” He asked softly, the shadow freezing, the room dropping in temperature with his fear, and he moved to hide away. “s okay, bud. I love you kiddo, okay? Jus want you to know.” He mumbled, smiling as his eyes drifted closed, pulling the blanket tighter with a soft sigh. “you can come talk to me, anytime. I won tell. Promise.” He felt a soft pat against his hand, then the shadow slipped away, though Patton was sure he felt a little better than before.

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Too Long (Teen Wolf Rewrite) - Chapter 20

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison @purple286 @multifandxm353 @bralessandflawless @5secondsofmoxley @thesailbells @perrytheplatypus11

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

A/N: One of my biggest pet peeves about Teen Wolf is they never address the trauma that all the characters go through with their friends dying, so I wanted to put in some actual feelings for the characters.

You can read on Wattpad or AO3 if you prefer, so you know :) (I love reading your comments so feel free to comment here, on AO3 or Wattpad)

MASTERLIST

Chapter 20 - Numb

Season 3, Episode 7

Ramie hoped that after their stay at the motel from Hell things would calm down some, but it was actually the opposite. There was some good news though, Derek was alive, but the alphas were still out to get him. The Darach was still wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills, and it seemed like the next set of sacrifices was centered around doctors, since two ER doctors that worked with Melissa had recently gone missing. This being the most recent theory among the pack lead to Isaac, Ramie and Scott sleeping on the floor in Melissa’s room the night after the kidnappings, to make sure she wasn’t the next person taken. Ramie woke up that morning to her mother’s voice.

“Boys! Ramona!” Melissa called out, causing Scott to shoot out of the chair he was laying in, Ramie to sit up quickly from the floor, and Isaac to leap up from where he was leaned over an ottoman that was now covered in drool. Isaac’s hand grabbed Scott’s as he stood up in panic, then quickly dropped it. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Uhhh, we were watching over you,” Isaac spit out quickly, Ramie and Scott nodding.

“We wanted to make sure you weren’t the third sacrifice,” Scott explained further.

“All three of you were asleep,” Melissa narrowed her eyes at them. Isaac scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, not looking at Ramie or Scott, who slowly turned to look at him.

“You were on watch last,” Scott jabbed a thumb at Isaac.

“What are you talking about, Ramie was on watch last,” Isaac spat back, looking past Scott to Ramie.

“Nope, I had first watch, you were on watch last,” Ramie said simply, yawning and attempting to crack her stiff neck from sleeping on the floor.

“I might have been on watch last,” Issac nodded, looking towards Melissa.

“My heroes,” Melissa said sarcastically, and Ramie let out a snort. Isaac subtly gave Ramie the middle finger, behind Scott’s back and out of Melissa’s view. Ramie snorted again, rolling her eyes at the curly haired boy. “Aren’t the sacrifices doctors anyways? Last time I checked I’m a nurse, no doctorate here.”

“It could be any kind of healer,” Scott insisted, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Isaac picked up the pillow he had been hugging in his sleep and set it back on the chair Scott had slept in.

“Well I don’t plan on being kidnapped by anyone any time soon, so you three need to get your asses to school,” Melissa said, throwing a pillow at Ramie, who had tried to go back to sleep on the floor.

…

Scott sent a frantic text to Ramie in the middle of the school day that said that the last healer taken was someone they knew, Scott’s boss, Deaton. Scott explained that Stiles was going to ask Lydia to try and use whatever powers she had to try and figure out where he was. Stiles, of course, roped Ramie into helping, and somehow Cora, Derek’s sister, ended up tagging along as well. The four sat in an empty classroom during study hall, waiting for Stiles to explain whatever his plan was. Lydia sat at a table next to Cora, and Ramie sat across from Cora on the other side of the desk, cross legged on the stool. Stiles was rummaging through the closet in the classroom, clearly looking for something specific.

“Here it is,” he called, walking over to the girls and slamming a box on the table in front of Lydia, knocking into Ramie’s knee in the process. He put a hand on her knee where he hit it, patting it softly as a sort of apology. Ramie looked up to see Cora’s eyes on the two of them, and looked down quickly, thankful her hair hid her face like a curtain.

“A Ouija board?” Lydia questioned in disbelief.

“Also called spirit board,” Stiles held up a hand towards Lydia. “It’s worth a shot.”

“Shot in the dark,” Lydia countered, and both Ramie and Cora let out a breath of air at the same time, causing Stiles to glare at the both of them. Ramie and Cora locked eyes and Ramie had to bite her lip to refrain from letting out a laugh.

“Would you just try it, please?” He asked, still sending a glare Ramie and Cora’s way. “Let’s not forget who this is for, Scott’s boss. He’s saved our collective asses on many occasions.”

Stiles picked the piece out of the box that you were meant to put your hands on and set it on the board as he spoke, Ramie immediately grabbing it and flipping it the other way around so the skinny end pointed towards Lydia.

“Wait so, don’t we all do this,” Cora gestured towards the board as Lydia put her hands lightly on the wooden piece.

“Yeah,” Stiles said, pulling up the sleeves of his flannel so they rested above his elbows. Ramie lightly put her hands on the piece, glancing up at Lydia, who had a look on her face that said she would rather be anywhere but there.

The Ouija board was no luck, as were many other ideas Stiles had for trying to get Lydia’s “psychic abilities” to work. Eventually, after Scott met up with them, they realized they should try and get information from Danny, since he was targeted by the Darach the same night as the kidnappings, but wasn’t a sacrifice.

Stiles dragged Ramie to the hospital with him to see Danny, who had been there since the night he was poisoned with mistletoe. Stiles insisted that Ramie had to come along because Danny was always nice to her, but Ramie knew Stiles just liked to drag her along on all his adventures because he liked the company.

When they got to the hospital Stiles and Ramie crept into Danny’s room to find him asleep. Ramie stood near the foot of his bed as Stiles walked towards his head, peering at him.

“Danny are you awake?” Stiles whispered. Ramie narrowed her eyes at him but Stiles didn’t notice, reaching a hand out towards Danny. He shook Danny’s shoulder, whispering his name again.

“Stiles,” Ramie hissed, giving him a death glare. Stiles held up a finger, not looking towards Ramie still. He reached up and hit Danny lightly on the cheek, whispering his name again. Ramie whisper-yelled at him for the second time. “Stop!”

Just as Ramie did so, Stiles hit Danny’s cheek a bit harder than before and Danny took a deep breath, causing Stiles to jump backward and slam into Ramie, stepping on her foot, hard.

“Um, ow,” Ramie seethed, pushing Stiles off of her. He gave her a sheepish and apologetic look and she rolled her eyes, pointing towards Danny’s backpack. Stiles immediately bent down, unzipping it and began rifling through the contents. Ramie stood over him, peering into the bag.

“What are you doing?” A quiet voice came suddenly. Ramie jumped and looked up to see Danny half-awake, squinting at the two of them. She smacked the back of Stiles’ head, who let out a small groan but straightened up, looking towards Danny.

“We’re not doing anything Danny,” Stiles said slowly. “This is a dream.”

Ramie smacked her hand to her forehead and Stiles looked up at her, shaking his head like he didn’t know what else to do.

“Why are you going through my stuff,” Danny groaned, his eyes still barely open. Ramie opened her mouth to reply but Stiles put a hand around her calf, signaling to her that he was handling it.

“Remember…. you’re dreaming,” Stiles said quietly to Danny, waving his other hand around a bit.

“Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?” Danny mumbled. Stiles’ head shot up from his spot crouched on the ground, glaring at Danny.

“You know what I don’t know Danny,” he said, annoyed, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong. “It’s your dream. Take some responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Stiles,” Ramie hissed at the boy again, but Stiles waved a hand in the air, not looking at her. She glanced over at Danny who let out a snore, apparently believing that she and Stiles were really in his dream. When she looked back down to Stiles he was pulling out a stack of papers that looked like it was a report of some kind.

“Currents?” Ramie read the title. “Like electric?”

“I’m not sure, let’s call Scott,” Stiles said.

…

After meeting back up with Lydia and Cora, and Scott this time, the group figured out through Danny’s project and the maps Chris Argent had been working on, that Deaton should be in the vault, the same one Boyd and Cora were kept by the alphas. However, Scott ended up having to go on his own, because Derek was in trouble at his loft. He, Isaac and Boyd had planned to trap the alphas, but it didn’t work, and they needed help. They planned on filling the loft with water and electrocuting them, but the alphas somehow figured out this plan and cut the power.

Stiles floored it all the way to Derek’s loft, Cora jumping out before Stiles came to a full stop, sprinting towards the stairs. Lydia, Stiles and Ramie ran down below to an electrical closet, searching around to find where they could turn the power back on. Ramie stared at her phone, waiting for a text from Isaac and yelled to Stiles to flip the switch when she got it. The three then ran upstairs, hearing Kali, one of the alphas’ voice ringing out.

“Make the right choice next time Derek,” she called. “Join the pack.”

A second later, the twins walked out of the open door, followed close behind by Kali. Stiles skidded to a stop, as did Ramie and Lydia, both nearly running into him. Kali gave the three of them an evil grin and a small wave before jumping over the balcony railing and down into the parking lot below, followed closely by the twins. Ramie pushed past Stiles and continued running, stopping at Derek’s open door. Isaac was on the ground next to Mrs. Blake, their teacher from school. Both were staring into the loft, where Ramie’s eyes next went. In the middle of the floor, sitting in the 6 inches of water was Derek, holding onto Boyd, Cora right next to him.

“Derek…” Ramie said slowly, surveying the scene.

“It’s okay,” Boyd choked out. Ramie realized what was going on. Boyd’s white shirt was soaked with blood, Derek’s hand holding onto his stomach.

“It’s not okay,” Derek breathed out, his voice erratic. Boyd said something else as Ramie ran forward through the water. She could hear Stiles calling her name behind but ignored it, stopping as she stood behind Derek. Boyd fell to the ground as she approached, Cora leaning over him immediately. She began to sob, clinging to Boyd’s lifeless body. Ramie’s vision began to get blurry, looking between Derek and Boyd and Cora. She felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced up, seeing Stiles with a hand on her shoulder and one on Derek’s. Before even thinking, Ramie leaped up, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ neck and the tears came, full force.

…

Ramie asked Stiles if she could sleep at his house that night. Scott had called Stiles and told him he found Deaton, alive, but Stiles then had to break the news to him that Boyd was dead. Scott picked Isaac up from the loft, who was definitely distraught, since Isaac and Boyd were pretty close. Ramie knew Scott would take good care of Isaac, and quite frankly, she didn’t have it in her to be strong and try and help Isaac feel better. She felt incredibly strange. Numb, almost.

“It’s weird,” Ramie said, when Stiles closed his bedroom door behind the two of them. It was the first time either of them had spoke since they left Derek’s. “I was never really close with Boyd. I saw him some when I hung out with Isaac, and whenever Derek and I trained together, but we were never really close.”

“Why is that weird,” Stiles asked, glancing over his shoulder as he dug through a drawer in his dresser.

“It’s just… terrifying,” Ramie said quietly. “That could’ve been Isaac. Or Cora, or any of us.”

Ramie sat down slowly on Stiles’ desk chair. Her pants and most of her shirt were still soaked from sitting in the water at Derek’s loft. Her hands had dried blood on them from holding onto Cora after prying her away from Boyd’s body. The shirt she was wearing was stained with blood, Boyd’s. She knew she had mascara running down her face, and that her hair was probably a mess, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt tears moving down her face again, and she couldn’t stop it.

“Hey,” she heard Stiles’ voice come quietly from across the room. He knelt down in front of the chair, she could see his knees as she stared at the ground. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

Stiles put a hand under her chin, lifting her face upwards until her eyes met his. She nodded, going to stand up, but Stiles reached up, the hand on her chin moving to wipe the tears from her eyes. His thumbs were gentle on her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes at his touch. His hands dropped from her face and she opened his eyes to find him standing in front of her, holding a hand out to her. He picked up a pile of clothes he had set on his dresser and she grabbed his hand, letting him lead her to the bathroom. He set the clothes on the counter and moved to turn on the shower, holding his hand under the water to check the temperature.

Ramie glanced over at herself in the mirror, and her previous thoughts were correct, she did looked like a mess. When she saw the blood covering her shirt, she felt herself begin to panic, her hands shaking as she immediately grabbed at the shirt, pulling it over her head before she could even think. She looked over at Stiles once she realized what she had done, who was just turning back towards her.

“I think that should be warm,” Stiles started, but stopped talking when he turned to find her standing there in just her bra.

“I’m sorry,” Ramie said quickly crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover herself. “It’s just, the blood, it-“

“It’s okay,” Stiles said, putting a hand on her bicep, rubbing his thumb up and down. “I’ll get rid of the shirt for you.”

He bent down and picked up the shirt, looking back up at her, careful not to move his eyes from her face.

“Yell if you need anything,” he nodded, moving past her and out into the hallway. “You okay?”

Ramie nodded at him, feeling the steam from the shower begin to fill the bathroom. She stayed in the shower for way too long and only decided to get out when Stiles’ voice filled the bathroom asking if she was alright. After drying off she grabbed the clothes he left for her, a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers for her to wear as shorts. She couldn’t help but breathe his scent in deeply as she pulled the shirt over her head.

When she entered his room he was sitting on his desk chair, scrolling through his phone. He had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, and his hair was flat across his forehead like he had been running his hands through it and flattened it out.

“I can’t find the air mattress, but I can go sleep on the couch,” he said when he noticed her entering the room. Ramie shook her head, padding over the carpet to his bed. She pulled back the covers and sat down, pulling the blankets over her crossed legs. Stiles walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, the outside of his thigh against her knee.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, making eye contact. Ramie broke it, looking down at her hands in her lap, which were playing with a loose string on his comforter.

“I don’t know,” Ramie said. “I feel… nothing. Like I know deep down I’m sad. Even though I wasn’t that close with him, it still hurts. But I feel like I should be sobbing or something, breaking down like Cora was. But I just feel sort of empty.”

“I know what you mean,” Stiles said. Ramie knew he was thinking about when his Mom died. They were young, but Ramie remembered it well. She and Scott spent a lot of time with him when his Dad was at the hospital with their Mom, but Stiles was the only one there when she died. Since they were so young, Ramie couldn’t help much more than hug Stiles when he cried and hold his hand at the funeral. But Ramie knew Stiles still held a lot of pain from everything that happened with her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Ramie started, but Stiles grabbed her hands, covering both of hers with his own.

“It’s okay,” he smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of her hands. “I’m not trying to make this about me. I just wanted you to know that what you’re feeling is normal, and okay.”

Ramie could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she gave him a small smile. He leaned over and immediately wrapped her in a hug, his hand drawing shapes on the base of her neck, and her shoulder. They sat like that, for who knows how long, as Ramie cried. She heard Stiles sniffling too, and figured he probably was crying as well. Ramie pulled away first, because she had the feeling he wouldn’t until she did. He was one to do that, always making sure others were okay before he was. Ramie always told him he needed to put himself first sometimes, but he never listened. She was sure she was the only one who really noticed when he was hiding things.

“Can we just sleep?” Ramie asked, sniffling. She realized how heavy her eyes felt.

“Of course,” Stiles said, getting up and moving to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers back and laid down, his back to the bed. Ramie adjusted her pillow and turned to look at him. He had turned off his lamp and the only light from the room came from his alarm clock, spreading red light across his bed. One of his arms was behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He gave her a knowing smile and despite her head telling her no, she immediately curled into his side, placing her head at the top of his shoulder, so her head was practically nuzzled into his neck. With everything that happened, all she wanted was to go to sleep next to him, his hand drawing shapes on her back and her hand feeling the rise and fall of his chest as they fell asleep.

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adverb-slut · 5 years ago

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Simeon’s Café (Fanfiction) Part 1/10

Uhhh just another Coffeeshop AU/Human AU in the wake of ObeyMAX. Here is the link to the work on AO3.

Title:

Simeon’s Café

Summary:

Simeon's café, Apocrypha, is heralded as one of the best in Devil's Point, and not just because of the amazing coffee and confections served there. The coffeeshop owner may as well be an angel descended from heaven based on the way he's expertly able to soothe and nurture his patrons, offering them friendly advice as he takes upon the role as their most trusted confidante.

Rating:

Word Count:

1397

5:45 AM

Simeon did not want to admit how many tries it took for him to download the Yelp app on his phone (hint: it was seven). He also refused to divulge how difficult it was for him to navigate the app and find the search bar (it may or may not have taken him twelve minutes). And there was no way he was going to admit to the sheer volume of spelling errors he committed when trying to type “Apocrypha” in it (there were only nine letters in “Apocrypha” and he managed to skip or replace eight of them).

However, he was most definitely willing to disclose the fact that once he scrolled down to read the reviews, he was filled with the most humbling sense of elation.

“ ★★★★★

I go in there hungry, but always come out full, even if all I’ve ordered is a scone.”

“★★★★★

Apocrypha has only been open here in Devil’s Point for a month now, but I feel like I’ve been enjoying the warm baked goods, amazing coffee, and amiable conversation there for years.”

“★★★★★

Best café in Devil’s Point by far”

“★★★★★

dunno where i’d be rn w.o simeon. he’s the man when it comes to talking thru stuff. Also he serves mad good tea here;”

“★★★★★

I heard the owner was from Celestial Hills and expected a pompous, overblown, religious zealot. It turns out Simeon is down-to-Earth as it gets and can bake any kind of confection with expertise. I highly recommend trying the Blueberry Buckle on days it’s served.”

Something warm filled his heart as he thumbed through the rest of the comments. The reception to his café here in Devil’s Point had been even better than he had hoped, and he sent a silent prayer of thanks to heaven for his success.

He glanced at the clock—it was fifteen minutes until six.

Almost opening time.

He heard a beep from the oven and hurried over to check his special for the day, piping hot blueberry bagels. The sizzling tray was carefully placed on the counter next to a pan of the beloved baked good that was served every day—cinnamon and plain scones.

Simeon breathed in the smell of flour and fruit as he turned behind him to check the coffee machine, as well as the boiling pot of water on the stove. When he saw that both were nowhere close to ready, he stepped out from behind the counter and meandered into the main dining space of the café.

Apocrypha was decorated simply, with small, round tables and overstuffed chairs, where he now adjusted the various pillows that adorned them. Warm colors and accents filled the café, giving it a homey feel that made customers feel cozy, especially on rainy days. He couldn’t help the odd Bible verse that decorated some of the surfaces—although he made sure the wording was as neutral but encouraging as possible, so no one would feel uncomfortable.

He walked toward the front windows of the café and flipped over the small chalkboard that hung on the rail. On it read “Special of the Day: Honey Muffins with Unsweetened Whipped Cream — $1.50 apiece,” which had been yesterday’s special. He dug out from his apron pocket a quarter piece of chalk and scribbled (his scribblings strangely looked like the most heavenly of calligraphy) “Blueberry Bagels — $1.00 apiece / Ask for strawberry or regular cream cheese (free),” before walking back and stationing himself once again behind the counter.

Again, Simeon glanced at the clock, surprised that only five minutes had passed.

Ten minutes left.

Before he could busy himself with another task, he noticed someone bobbing up toward the front door.

As the patron began knocking politely, Simeon’s eyebrows shot up. Was his clock slow? Was it already opening time? He couldn’t imagine someone in such a great need of coffee and confections that they’d try to enter his café early.

He hurried toward the door and opened it, before smiling gently. He had been told many times that his beam had an immensely soothing effect on whoever had been gifted with its presence. “Hello, I’m sorry, but Apocrypha isn’t open yet. If you would be so kind as to wait ten m—oh! It’s you, Luke.”

The young child, a white cap covering his blond hair, nodded vigorously, and pointed to the massive SUV behind him, which Simeon instantly recognized as Pastor Mike’s car.

Pastor Mike was one of the youth pastors at Simeon’s church back in Celestial Hills. He had adopted Luke several years ago when both of the then-four-year-old’s parents had died in an automobile accident.

“Sorry to bother you, Simeon! We’re here for the donuts!” chirped Luke.

Simeon nodded. He had forgotten that last Sunday he had promised that Pastor Mike could come in before opening hours to grab a box of a dozen donuts for one of his many trips to the homeless shelters in downtown Devil’s Point. “Come on in, Luke.” He walked behind the counter toward the fridge, where fifteen homemade donuts were carefully arranged on a tray and covered in plastic wrap.

As he put on his gloves and began to place the donuts in a white to-go box, he looked up and beamed at Luke. “Is Pastor Mike driving you to school?”

“Yes! We decided to pick up our donuts on the way there!” said Luke.

“I see. And you go to hm, Celestial Hills Public Elementary, then?”

“Actually, I go to Trinity Private Academy. It’s a Christian school and close enough to the Devil’s Point border that Pastor Mike can drop me off easily after we pick up the donuts.”

Simeon bit his lips. He knew Luke quite well from church—had even been a substitute teacher for his Sunday School class five or six times—and knew that the child was very zealous about his faith, even in a community as religious as Celestial Hills. Was it really wise to send such a child to a school of faith? He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he wagered that it would do far more for Luke to send him to a public school, where he could drench himself in the opinion of other students and not become so wrapped up in his own worldview.

As he placed the last donut in the box, he couldn’t help but ask, “And how do you like Trinity Private?”

Luke blushed and his voice took on an indignant tone. “I—I love it, of course! It—it’s not like sometimes I feel like my head could explode from learning and reciting so many memory verses or anything!”

Simeon couldn’t help but pity the schoolboy, for it felt as if there was something he wasn’t saying. He knew better than to ask any more questions but to ease Luke’s burdens, he offered, “Back home in India, my church hosted many Bible Verse Recitation Competitions. I never won any, but I did manage to learn and quote over six hundred verses. Next Sunday at church I’ll teach you some of my secrets.”

“Would you really?” Luke gasped, his eyes lighting up.

“Of course!” He winked as he closed the box of donuts and gingerly handed them to Luke. “I know how Michael—er, Pastor Mike has a sweet tooth, so I purposely put a few extra donuts in there for you two to share.”

Luke took the box with a beam. “Thanks so much, Simeon!”

Simeon wiped tiny daubs of donut icing off his gloves and onto his apron. “Anytime!”

He watched from inside the café as Luke loaded himself into Pastor Mike’s enormous SUV (which, he knew was to ferry kids to and from church and other events when their parents were unable to) and the pair rode off.

He sighed as he turned his eyes toward the clock yet again, pleasantly surprised when saw that it finally now was six o’clock.

Simeon went to go flip over the sign that read “CLOSED” to the side that said “OPEN,” before rushing to situate himself behind the counter and stir in the coffee powder and tea leaves into their respective containers.

The door swung open exactly at 6:01 AM, and he didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.

The overworked, early-graying, and rather proud Mayor’s Assistant was always his first customer.

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the-newsies-justice-for-zas-blog · 6 years ago

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Newsies’ Little Sister

Chapter 10 - Up In The Sky

TW: Abuse, Swearing, Mentions of Snyder and his lot, Sprained ankle, It’s a bit ooc

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Mostly fluff, with a touch of angst

Emmeline's POV

I sat up on the rooftops for a while, about 20 minutes; and feeling the strong wind on my face, I stood up and pulled the dirty rag that I stole out of my hair to let it loose. It flew in all directions, whipped into my face and streaked behind me like a kite.

I let out a long sigh and blocked out the entire world. Blocked out the noises of the city, blocked out the faint sounds of the train yards, blocked out the shouts from the streets below. It felt so good to be free for the first time! I laughed at the feeling and stepped closer to the edge of the building. It hurt a bit, y'know, breathing. But I'se had worse...much worse.

As I stepped forward again, I felt the pain in my ribs and on my face diminish slightly. And it was replace by a rush of adrenaline I felt like I could take on the world.

And no, I wasn't scared of falling. Not one bit.

~ Time Skip - 30 minutes before ~

Mush's POV

"Shit! This hurts like a motherfucker!" I was sitting on the main room floor, holding my right ankle tightly. It was twisted in a weird angle, and I had pain shooting all the way up my leg. I lifted my head and looked around. Snyder, Oscar and Morris were making their way back through the lodging house, shooting everyone bad looks. I shuffled back quickly as Snyder aimed a kick at me. He missed but I had to jump back sharply, resulting in more pains going up my leg.

We all watched them leave, and as soon as they were out the door, everyone turned to me. They were all looking at me like I knew what the hell happened! I had no idea what Em had gotten herself into, but I knew it wasn't good if she'd managed to rope in Snyder and the Delancey Brothers... Or maybe it was our parents...Maybe they had made a deal with Snyder. I knew, from Elmer, that she had learnt some skills. Like pickpocketing, but I didn't think Snyder would have any use for her. So why come looking? A thousand thoughts whirled around my head and I completely zoned out until...

Davey and Jack came and knelt beside me and had a look at my ankle, snapping me out of my daze.

"yeesh! That's gotta hurt..." Jack commented and looked away, grimacing slightly.

"Oh really. Hadn't noticed." I replied with as much sarcasm as I could bring to my voice, despite all the pain.

"I don't think it's broken, just badly sprained. I'm going to have to wrap it up." I nodded. "Hey Jack, have you got bandages, or some strips of cloth? Anything to wrap his ankle up?"

"Uhhh, yea. I'll go get some." Jack stood up and walked away.

"And Mush..."

"Yea?"

"Don't walk on it for a few days." I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand to silence me. "I'm serious." I didn't dare contradict Davey when he was in full mum mode.

There was an awkward and confused feeling in the room and nobody spoke. Not even Race. I figured it was everyone thinking about that had happened not 10 minutes ago. In the silence, we all heard Jack's footsteps go up the stairs and into the main dorm.

Jack's POV

I went into the main dorm to get the bandages for Davey and Mush. They were all kept in a box in a cupboard near the bathroom stalls. On the way there I thought about why they were looking for her and about what Snyder had said to her. That she'd cost them a lot of money... I knew they were corrupt, but this was an all time low...

What had happened? What did she do? Can I trust her? What will they do if they find her? I had so many questions spinning around my head, swirling like the water in the river. But one stood out to me most: Is she going to put my boys in danger?

That question stuck in my head as I grabbed the cleanest bandage in the box and made my way back down and into the main room.

"Here."

Mush's POV

A few minutes later, I hobbled out of the lodging house with my ankle bandaged up and ones of Crutchie's old crutches. I managed to escape from Davey and out of the Lodging House. He said he'd keep an eye out for me, to make sure I wasn't going anywhere; but Les and I managed to distract him and I got out. All I wanted to do was fine Em. She took off after Snyder, Oscar and Morris left and none of us had any idea of where she was. Until we looked up...

I heard a few boys shouting and waving up at the rooftops, so I hobbled over to Romeo, who was standing closest to me.

"Ay! What's goin' on? Why ya yellin'?" I asked.

"Up there! It's ya sistah! She's gonna fall!" He answered back franticly. I turned and looked at where he was pointing; and sure enough, there she was, on the very edge of one of the tenement buildings. Arms stretched out, hair flying everywhere. She was so close to the edge that I thought she was going to fall too. I started yelling too.

"EM!!! EM! HEY!" It was no use, it was like she had completely blocked everything out. I looked around and tried to find a way up there, I found a way she could've gone up. But before I could start climbing, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I span around quickly and raised my fists to protect myself just in case.

"Hey!! Calm down! It's only me!"

"Davey! What the fuck! Ya scared me!" I lowered my fists and we both sighed in relief.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'se going to..." I stopped half way through my sentence. Davey had that look on his face. The look he has where one of us is either going to do something stupid or has done something stupid.

"No." He raised a hand. "You're not supposed to be putting any weight through that ankle yet."

"But she's my sista! I have to help 'er!"

"She'll come down when she's ready." He replied calmly.

"No ya don't understand. I'se lost 'er once, I ain't losing 'er again..." Davey didn't say anything. He just laid a hand on my shoulder and I realised that he was right. Emmeline was always head-strong and independent. And Davey was right, she would come down when she wanted to...

"Fine...but if she isn't back by dark, I'se gonna go find 'er." I said. Breaking the silence that had built up around us. Davey nodded, and we went back to the lodging house, getting the other guys in with us.

Elmer's POV

I saw Mush and Davey come back out into the street and seeing the look on Mush's face, I guessed they were going to let her come down when she wanted to. It did make sense...but there was something inside me that wanted to make sure she was safe up there.

I knew exactly how to get up there because I used to go up there when I was bored; and I also knew the quick was out the back of the Lodging House. Now I just needed a quick way to sneak out.

Jack would never let us out on our own with the Delanceys and Snyder out there, but I would risk it for Em.

Anyways, we were all in the main room, sitting on various pieces of furniture, the floor and the hard sofa in the middle of the room. A few people were talking in amongst themselves and Race tried to start up a card game. But no one was interested... The Delanceys and Snyder had never actually come into the Lodging House before. Not fully anyways. They've come about 2 feet inside, but not run through chasing someone.

I didn't think anyone would notice if I left so I got up from where I sitting on the table. I made my way through the room to the door. A few people glanced my way but didn't do anything. As far as they were concerned, I was just going up to the dorm.

But I was actually going up past the dorm and onto Jack's Penthouse. I looked over the city for a second. The sun was beginning to set and the smoke from chimney stacks was rising through the dying light. Davey and Mush were gonna go out to get her once it was dark, so I had to be quick...

I went and sat down with my feet over the edge of the railing. Then, I dropped down. Freefalling for a few seconds. I got a rush of adrenaline, then I landed on someone's roof, hard. I felt a jolt going up my left leg and I stumbled slightly. But that went as quickly as it came.

I made my way over the rooftops and through several washing lines. I reached the edge of the building and didn't look down this time. I launched myself into the air as the next building was both the one Em was on and about 2 feet higher than the one before.

I somehow managed to make it over and I quickly scrambled up. I stopped dead when I saw her standing on the edge of the building and not wanting to frighten her, I walked up near her and cleared my throat.

She jumped slightly, but recovered quickly when she realised it was only me.

Emmeline's POV

I got a shock when Elmer cleared his throat, but my head cleared when I realised there wasn't anyone else with him. I stayed where I was and he walked closer to me and sat down. I sat down with my feet over the edge of the building.

"Ya scared me Elmer..." I said, quietly. I wasn't good with any sort of surprise scares...

"Ha, yea...I just wanted to make sure that ya were alright...We all saw ya, standing on the edge. Ya looked like ya were gonna fall..." I nodded slowly.

"I felt like I was flying...for the first time, I felt like nothing I did in the past mattered and that no one could get to me..." I looked down. "I know it sounds stupid..."

Elmer's POV

"It felt like I was flying...for the first time, I felt like nothing I did in the past mattered and that no one could get to me..." I looked at her, smiling slightly. " I know it sounds stupid..."

"It ain't stupid at all...Ya've been through some terrifying shit and I know ya've never told me what they did to ya, but if ya ever need t--"

"I'll talk when I want to..." She turned her head off to the side away from me.

I looked at her and she turned her head back to me a bit. I gingerly put my hand on hers and her head snapped back to me, but she didn't move her hand away.

"When ya were up there, ya looked happy! For once...Hell, it was a bit scary, but down there, looking up at ya...It...it..." I stuttered and steadied myself. I was so nervous about what I was going to so I took a deep breathe. Go for it Elmer, I told myself.

"It reminded me...why I love ya..."

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plantsandbirdsandrocksand-things · 5 years ago

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Laurits and the Worst Week Imaginable (but at least there’s free brotherly love)

Summary: After the showdown with Vidar, it's Laurits that finds Magne outside the warehouse and has to deal with the realization that Magne might not be the only one with godly powers

Word count: 2562

Warnings/notes: uhhh there’s season one spoilers

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Oh.

Oh shit.

Laurits stopped dead at the sight before him, something horribly cold worming its way under his skin.

Magne - laying on the ground, so still and lifeless, even the rain pounding the concrete not enough to conceal the overpowering stench of ozone leaking from the scene before him like blood. And right there opposite him, lay Vidar Jutul, looking very, very dead. It was a monumental effort to will life back into his limbs and then rush forward on legs that still felt like lead.

What in the ever-living fuck had Magne done?

Gry had been barely holding it together when she’d found him walking home after his speech, still relishing the memory of Ran Jutul’s face as he’d stood on the podium. She’d pulled up beside him in Fjor’s car and then practically fallen out of it, stammering something about Magne and Vidar in a warehouse - some ridiculous story about his brother fighting none other than the most powerful man in Edda - and Laurits had almost laughed at the joke.

Until he’d noticed Fjor in the backseat of the car, face shockingly white and clearly barely holding onto consciousness. And then how badly Gry was shaking as she pushed him towards the warehouse. And it was at exactly that moment when there was a terrifyingly loud crash as a white sliver of lightning cleaved the air in two. After that, Laurits couldn’t question why Gry was fleeing with a half-dead Fjor in the opposite direction to the hospital.

So he’d run. As fast as he could in this stupid dress and stupid shoes because Magne wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the box and if what Gry said was true then… well, at the very least he’d need someone to bail him out. Or at least that’s what Laurits told himself had sparked the all-consuming dread that pounded alongside his heart. And now he was here, at the scene of what he hoped to all hell wasn’t a murder.

“Magne!” He hissed, and reached to shake his brother. An arch of static electricity connected to Laurits’ fingers and he yelped.

“Wake up!”

Magne’s shallow breaths continued, hands twitching at his sides very slightly.

“Magne! For the love of god, you are not allowed to die on me. ” Laurits lent over him, and hesitated only a fraction of a second before slapping him full across the face. As if he’d received a bolt of electricity, Magne surged upwards, sending Laurits reeling back - but not fast enough to avoid the hand that shot forward and gripped his wrist. Hard.

“You,” Magne was breathing hard, “Loki-”

“No - no - it’s Laurits, Magne!” Laurits tried to pull himself out of Magne’s grip, but it was unyielding, “I’m Laurits - ah, fuck - let go, that hurts!”

At that something seemed to snap inside of Magne. The burning intensity in his eyes faded as quickly as it had come and he hurriedly released Laurits, something like guilt now etched onto his face. The rain-kissed wind that had been building abruptly dropped as he rocked back onto his ankles, clutching his wrist where several splotchy bruises were already forming. He let out a breath and shook his head at Magne who just stared back.

“Can you stand?”

Magne put a hand on his ribs and winced “No.”

“Right.” Laurits said, wondering what the hell they were going to do now. “Right.” He slowly stood, eyes flickering over his brother. He seemed... alive. Laurits supposed he couldn't ask for much else, considering Magne had just been struck by god damned lightning. Laurits dragged his gaze over to Vidar, still motionless on the concrete. “Are you going to tell me what you did, or am I gonna have to guess?”

“If I did, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“Vidar showed up and tried to kill me. I stopped him.” Magne said it so matter of factly and with so much conviction that for a second Laurits almost believed him.

“So you... called down lightning?” Laurits tried - he tried so damn hard - to keep his voice neutral and pleasant, but by the way Magne’s face dropped, he knew it sounded as disbelieving as he felt.

“You don’t believe me.”

“No Magne - I just… I just don’t understand.”

Magne didn’t reply and Laurits shook his head again, moving over to Vidar and roughly searching for a pulse. There was a moment when Lautris was sure he was dead, but there it was. Weak and fluttering, but it was there. This time his sigh was one of relief. Dealing with VIdar Jutul’s corpse might have been a step too far, even for him. Laurits pulled out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Magne’s face was unreadable, but had definitely gone a few shades paler.

“The ambulance, the police, I don’t know Magne. Vidar might be an asshole, but he’s an alive one, so… let's try and keep him that way.”

“Ran and Saxa will come for revenge - you should leave.”

“Probably, that whole family’s really fucking weird.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I”

“And now then what?”

“And now you keep your mouth shut whilst I explain what happened to the police and maybe I can get you out of this and off an attempted murder charge.”

Silence. And then-

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Really? I’m saving your ass and you’re questioning my fashion choices? Unbelievable.”

_______________

Two days, five interviews and three sleepless nights later, Lautris was standing outside the Spar shop, watching the old woman inside serving customers from behind her desk. He knew full well how much of a stalker he looked like.

Two days.

It had taken two days for Laurits to convince the police that Vidar had been struck by a freak lightning strike and that Magne had played no part in it. Two days of Gry dodging his calls and texts about what had really taken place that day in the warehouse. Two days to wring Magne’s ‘truth’ out of him - that he believed he had inherited Thor’s powers and that the Jutuls were damned giants of all things. And that the old woman in the Spar shop had started it all.

The last customer left the store as Laurits checked his phone. 7:56 - with four minutes until the Spar closed and no one else in sight, Laurits slipped his hood up and stepped inside, not even bothering to pretend he was browsing, and stalked to the counter. The woman shot him an unreadable glance, which Laurits pointedly ignored.

“What can I do for you?”

“Well for a start, you can leave my fucking family alone.”

The woman’s gaze sharpened as Laurits planted a hand on the counter and leaned forward.

“I don’t know what you think you told Magne, but for now on, you stay the hell away from him.”

“Magne?”

“Yes, Magne. My brother who, by the way, I just spent two days getting off an attempted murder charge, all because you told him he was some kind of god!” Laurits was practically yelling now and he forced himself to take a mental step back. Calm down Laurits. Cool it.

But the woman only grabbed the hand that was on the counter and Laurits forced down a wince at the sheer strength of her grip. This time, it was the woman who leaned in close as Laurits recoiled.

“Do you feel it, son of Fárbauti? Do you feel the anger? Do you hear the song of the wolves, of the serpents? Does the pull of the wild sing to your blood at night?”

Laurits ripped himself free, shoving his hand deep into his pocket to hide the slight trembling there.

“You,” he snapped, “Are insane. Stay away from me and from Magne.”

The knowing, satisfied gleam in her eyes sent Laurits teeth on edge, but he forced on his trademark smirk nonetheless.

“Goodnight.”

And with that, he swept out with all the dignity that he could muster, slamming the door so hard that the glass trembled behind him.

_______________

Even though he was determined to forget them, her words were still spinning wildly around Laurits’ mind hours later as he glared into the darkness of his room. He knew it was well past midnight, but sleep was still stubbornly evading him, mind frantically whirling. It was that damned woman’s fault and if he cared to analyse why, Laurits knew the words struck a cord deep inside of him. Like some jigsaw piece slotting into place. The exact same feeling he had gotten in that weird dance with a Jutuls weeks ago.

Which was a decidedly unhelpful thought, as Laurits had come to that conclusion at least twenty times in the past few hours. If not more. Which is stupid, Laurits thought, because she can’t have known that - just ignore it. She’s just some batshit lady trying to get into your head like she did with Magne’s. And it had evidently worked, seeing how hung up on this he was.

The knock on his door made him jump out of his skin and he cursed silently. Magne. The knock was so heavy it could only be him. Laurits stayed silent, hoping his brother would leave. He was not in the mood to be discussing gods and giants with Magne. There was another knock and then -

“Laurits, I know you’re awake.”

Another silence so long that Laurits thought Magne had finally left until a third knock thudded almost painfully loud, amplified by the darkness.

“Laurits, open the damn door.”

Fucking hell he was persistent.

“Go away Magne.”

“I know you went to see the woman at the Spar today too.”

Again Laurits swore, this time not bothering to keep it under his breath. He didn’t know or care how Magne found that out, but opened his door a crack regardless.

“Why.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Because I don’t trust her and because I needed to talk to her.”

“About what?”

“Goodnight Magne.” He made to close the door.

Instead of taking the hint, Magne shoved his foot in the doorway and Laurits glared.

“If your suspense can’t wait until morning, I had a friendly chat about leaving this family the hell alone.”

“And what did she tell you that’s got you so rattled?”

“How did you-” Laurits broke off before he could give away anything else.

“Because you didn’t make a single comment about that hideous outfit the news anchor was wearing tonight.”

Laurits eyed his brother and opened the door wider, wondering what the hell he was doing.

“She didn’t tell me I was a god if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.”

There was another silence, but Magne just looked so damn expectant that Laurits finally caved.

“She rattled off some nonsense about the son of Fárbauti and the call of the wild or whatever. Now let me go to bed you asshole.” Laurits was definitely not about to admit that he could remember exactly what she’d said word for word.

“Can I come in?”

For a second, Laurits debated slamming the door in his face, but maybe he just wanted someone to talk to, or maybe he was a little freaked out, but he just muttered a ‘what the hell’ and stepped back, flicking on the light switch as he did so. Sitting heavily on the bed, Laurits realized just how tired he was. Magne pinned him down with that intense stare again. It didn’t help Laurits’ mood.

“What?” he snapped.

Magne blinked. “I called you Loki that day at the warehouse.”

“Yeah. Yeah you did. But that was because you’d just been struck by lightning and were half out of your mind with shock.” He almost moved his hand to remind Magne of the bruises he’d given Laurits, but that would mean explaining how they’d remarkably healed over mere hours after the incident.

“And the old woman called you the son of Fárbauti. That’s Loki’s father.”

Again, that feeling of something clicking into place.

“Your point being?”

“Can you understand this?”

This time, it was Laurits’ turn to blink. The dialect Magne spoke in was halting and broken, as if he hadn’t fully mastered the language, but Laurits found he could understand it perfectly. He discreetly pinched himself, but when nothing happened, the ball of cold in his chest began to spread throughout his body, clawing through his veins. Oh god. This was real. Whatever was written on Laurits’ face seemed to make even Magne pause.

“I’ll start at the beginning.”

Laurits nodded vaguely, running a hand through his hair.

So Magne told him everything. From throwing the hammer for the first time and understanding the shifting weather around him to staring into the mirror at the Jutuls’ and finding the thing that stared back was… different. Changed. Still him, but wilder, older. Magne plowed through, hardly seeming to pause for breath and diligently ignoring the disbelieving snorts from Laurits that grew less and less as he continued.

“I’m still me, it just feels like… another layer.”

“Right. A freakishly strong layer with all the powers of a literal Norse god.”

Magne gave a small smile. “Right.”

The pair were silent for a long time, Laurits staring at the window where dawn was just brushing the mountains in gold. And he realised that he could indeed feel the wild calling him. He shook his head, rubbing his face and the feeling faded.

“This is way too much to take in at four am.” He mumbled, “So, at the warehouse, you were really telling the truth?”

“All of it.”

“Wow. Wow, okay. Just… if I piss you off, don’t fry my brains.”

Magne grinned at him, “It’s a deal.”

“I should've left that crazy old lady alone.” He placed his head in his hands. “I feel like I’m going insane.”

“I know what that’s like - but it’s real, and it’s… just incredible when you accept it.”

“I can’t believe I’m really asking this, but at the warehouse, when you were still, you know,” he still felt stupid talking about it, “ - who did you see when you looked at me?”

“Tall, revoltingly red hair, pointy face and that insufferable smirk you always wear - it was Loki. I just knew, you know.”

“Loki…” Laurits mumbled like he was testing the word out, and still some part of him lashed out at how right it felt. Loki; who he was. Who he always has been. A trickster. A lair. The silver-tongue. And the realisation just fit so wholly and completely that Laurits wondered how he’d not figured it out sooner. Again he shook his head. “Magne, get out of my room, I need to think - and I need a cold shower.”

His brother opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but seemed to think the better of it and instead reached forward and clasped Laurits in a massive bear hug. His brother gave a squeak and whacked him on the back a few times before returning the hug, resigned to his fate. Magne let go with the biggest gin Laurits had ever seen and crept out the door, leaving Laurits to wrestle with his own smile, He fell back, rubbing his face again.

Loki, huh. Laurits had a sudden insight that this was either gonna be a hell of a lot of fun or an absolute fucking nightmare.

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