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sweetleaf-cafe · 3 years

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Floyd Crush/Relationship Headcanons

First off, if you've attracted this chaotic eel, good luck.

Once he's decided he's into you, or even before he realizes it, he's going to be extremely obvious.

Floyd will straight up attach himself to you.

Say goodbye to your personal space!

(Though if you were really uncomfortable, he would back off, a bit.)

He can and will squeeze you whenever you're in the vicinity, and if you're not, he'll probably just chase you down and do it anyways.

And if he surprises you or manages to get some sort of rise out of you while doing it?

Then it'll be extra fun in his book!... And you can expect it to become even more of an occurrence.

"Found you, Shrimpy! Lemme squeeze you~!"

When he squeezes you, he's still very firm in his grip, but usually not bone-crushing.

(It wouldn't be any fun if he broke his favorite Shrimpy.)

Well, unless he were very excited or if his mood was at some sort of extreme.

If so, you'll have to be quick to remind him that he's not trying to kill you, and if you don't, R.I.P. you.

Also, he doesn't particularly care where he squeezes you.

You could be giving a presentation in front of the entire school, and that wouldn't stop him.

He would just run up, pick you up, and run right off the stage or wherever you are with you in tow.

(Que Jade chasing after Floyd while Azul tries to get the chaos at the assembly under control.)

If Floyd wants his squeezes, he's getting his squeezes.

Overall though, as long as he isn't murdering you or you aren't super shy or easily embarrassed, hugs from Floyd are very fluffy!

Physical affection from Floyd is certainly not limited to squeezes though.

He loves draping himself on you like a freaking coat.

Only he's very heavy and chances are, you will topple under his weight.

If you do, will he bother to move from this position?

Nah

He's comfortable enough as is, as for you?

Pray you aren't in some sort of public space or a hallway.

Hope you can get comfy quick, because who knows how long you're going to be there?

And that's not the end of it, not by a long shot.

He'll also rest his head, arms, or whatever's most comfortable on your head.

If you're somehow taller than Floyd, then DOESN'T MATTER.

He'll just have you sit down first.

Or he'll even just straight up grab a box, stand on it, and rest himself on top of your head.

But if he can't do that, then your shoulders are pretty comfy too, right? :D

"Shrimpy! I'm tired.... lemme use you as a pillow!"

Overall, even before an official relationship starts, Floyd is already very physically affectionate with you.

And he will want your attention, like, all the time.

Whenever he can, he'll be looking for his favorite shrimpy.

Time spent together is spent doing all sorts of stuff, but Floyd is always going to looking to make it FUN.

He wants to play with Shrimpy!

Which somehow always ends with him chasing you around.

If he doesn't find whatever it is that you're doing interesting, he has absolutely no issue trying to find some way of distracting you from it.

What he'll do will certainly vary, but he'll often poke and prod you while complaining till he has your attention.

Or if he's really wanting your immediate attention, he'll just pick you up and carry you off to do whatever it is he wants to do.

At that point, good luck trying to get anything done.

And he'll also get rather possessive.

Does not like it at all if your friends get too close or they flirt with you.

Well, he doesn't like it if anyone pulls something like that if it's not him.

If someone gets a bit too close for comfort, Floyd will squeeze you, all the while sending a death glare towards the offender.

From there, he would be even clingier for the rest of the day, or even longer, depending on how you interacted with them.

And hid mood would also be rather foul.

If you were to ask him about it, he would be honest with you.

"They got too close to my Shrimpy."

If you ask him about since when you've been his Shrimpy, he'll shrug it off.

"Since I decided it."

He'll want a lot of cuddles from you, and somewhere along the line, he'll probably just trap you in his arms and stay like that until his mood shifts.

"I just wanna stay like this."

Floyd is also one to be very vocal about his love for you.

When he's not ranting to Azul and Jade about how adorable he thinks you are, he'll be telling it to your face.

He has absolutely no shame when it comes to this.

What he says will also differ.

Sometimes, it's remarks about how cute he thinks you are.

"Shrimpy is the cutest when they're jumping around like that~"

To other more upfront remarks.

"Because I wuv my Shrimpy~!"

Either way, he's very good about letting you know just the way he feels about you.

It's honestly endearing.

While many of these aren't said in super serious situations, he certainly means every word.

And if you're easily flustered, then he'll definitely notice that.

Once he does, prepare yourself, because you're in for one heck of a ride.

He'll be even more vocal about it, because he thinks that it's adorable when your face turns all red like that~

Throughout all this, eventually, Floyd will just decide he wants to make it official.

He's already aware that you two are essentially in a relationship, and the idea of being able to take it up a notch makes him feel all happy inside.

(The idea likely first being presented by Jade and Azul.)

If you think he's going to wait to tell you, YOU'RE WRONG.

The moment he decides this, he'll just barrel through to find you.

Once he does, he'll pick you up and twirl you around, seemingly happier than ever.

"Shrimpy! I was looking for you all over the place~! So I like you, I want you to stay with me, and I want to date you."

He'll be very upfront with it, not really leaving any room for interpretation.

And from there, he'll also tell you about all the little and big things he loves about you, already in a really great mood.

Should you accept, he'll legit start beaming.

That mood will certainly last awhile, so you can expect most people nearby to be breathing a sigh of relief.

They did not want to be around if things went awry.

Now that you're officially in a romantic relationship, somehow, he'll be even more affectionate.

He'll want kisses from you all the time.

And is not afraid to bug you for them.

"Shrimpy, I wanna kiss~!"

He loves it when you pepper his face with kisses, and any sort of affection you give him, he'll return it three-fold.

Whenever you kiss him, depending on his mood, it can go many different ways.

Still, a lot of the time, he'll be hungry for more.

So it's best to not kiss him a whole lot unless you're looking for a full-on make out session.

As for his erratic mood swings, you'll have to deal with that.

Sometimes, when his mood is sour, you'll be able to brighten it up with a kiss or something cute like that.

However, much of the time, he'll likely just get annoyed with you and will just want to be left alone.

Should you persist, it likely wouldn't really end well. When it comes to this, it's really best to just give him space when asks for it.

Once he's feeling better, he'll be sure to find you and hang out with you more, and will give you an apology if things didn't go so well.

Overall, things with Floyd are always a rollercoaster of emotions and will bring more than enough chaos in your life.

So once again, good luck with our eel boi!

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chickenmcstucky · 3 years

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FIRST OFF YOUR REVAMP OF YOUR BLOG?!?! *chef’s kiss* 😭😭😭 second... 👉👈 if you’re able to do requests 👉👈 can I request 40s!bucky advancing with reader on a date? Maybe before he gets shipped out? 👉👈 you can do whatever you want with it! Thank you for reading this AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR WHATS TO COME FROM YOU

ROSEEEEEEE you are my heart omg <3 seriously none of this would be happening without you. I did a little headcanon-style thing for this, I hope that’s okay and that you like it!! Also this got really long, its basically a full length fic in bullet point form lol

So because I love a soft, sweet Bucky, it starts like this -

You were on a first date with some guy your mother had set you up with, seeing as his mother and your mother were friendly

At first you were excited, you’d never really talked to him much but he was handsome and you thought maybe it could go somewhere

All your girlfriends were always going on dates and having a good time, while you usually preferred to stay in with a good book, and to be honest you’d never gotten as much interest from fellas as them but that was alright, you were happy as you were

So there you were, out on the first date with Freddie Jameson, and from the start it was...less than great

He picked you up late, didn’t even compliment your dress, did none of the things your girlfriends were always gushing over guys for doing

On your way to the cinema, he was absolutely talking your ear off about some stupid argument he had with some guys down at the docks where he did the books

You couldn’t get a word in edgewise, but honestly you didn’t wanna talk anyways because this guy was just not who you expected or wanted...some big macho guy obsessed with his reputation and single-minded to the point of barely paying attention to you? No thanks. You knew your worth

You were determined to push through the date, hopeful to a fault, so when you arrived to the cinema and he let you pick the film, you were surprised, but picked the new sci-fi film The Invisible Woman

From the way Freddie scoffed at this, and grudgingly bought the tickets, acting like it was an inconvenience, you should’ve known things would only get worse, but on into the theater you went

When Freddie realized the story revolved around a woman - one getting comedic revenge on her boss, no less - he gave you some choice words about how you were forcing this new-age mess on him, how he didn’t really wanna take you out anyways but had been “kind” enough to give you a chance, this that and the other thing until you were in tears and your face was so hot you were sure the temperature in the theater had raised a few degrees

When someone in the theater finally spoke up, it wasn’t even to defend you, but to tell you two to take it the heck outside and stop interrupting

Freddie stomped right out, and with your only other option being to cower in the theater, alone, for the rest of the film, you left too

By the time you made it outside, Freddie was long gone, and you barely managed to slink around the corner to the back alley before the tears started falling in earnest

Just your luck to finally go on a date, and get left in the lurch and embarrassed in front of a whole theater of strangers

As you stood against the brick wall in the darkness of the warm night, you tried to calm yourself down enough to catch the streetcar back home so you could sulk in the privacy of your own room

Suddenly you heard two male voices and your head jerked up because you really didn’t need more humiliation - or worse, danger - right now

But when you saw the two men come around the corner, you relaxed seeing it was none other than Bucky Barnes and little Steve Rogers, and you knew they wouldn’t cause you trouble, Bucky was an Army man after all, just back from basic training

You’d never really interacted with them except as children, knowing Steve could be a real spitfire and Bucky a sweet flirt, but they were good men without poor reputations relating to ladies

Still, you rather hoped they’d just pass on by you without noticing, because really, you’d had enough for the night

Just your luck, though, Steve noticed - he must’ve known how it felt to be sulking, defeated, in an alleyway and sensed your struggle

As you made eye contact with him, you saw him nudge Bucky, who had yet to notice, and gesture towards you, the two of them still a fair distance from you

They immediately turned course and walked right towards you, as you just stood there blinking like a deer in headlights, unsure how to act and stuck between embarrassment for your state and hope that maybe you could at least ask them to accompany you to the streetcar stop so you didn’t have to go alone in the dark

“Uh, you alright there?” Steve spoke first as they came to a stop in front of you, scuffing his foot against the dusty pavement as Bucky took in your appearance, you feeling his eyes run over you from head to toe

You sniffled, unsure what to say and not wanting to reveal to them the humiliation you’d suffered - though you knew Freddie had been a real jerk, it was your pride that would suffer the more people knew what had happened

Then a smooth, sweet voice broke the silence, “did something happen, doll? What’s a nice dame like you doing alone in some back alley at night, huh?”

Something about the softness in his voice enveloped you in safety, and you couldn’t help but blurt the truth, “oh, it’s just awful, I was meant to be on a date with Freddie Jameson and he was so coarse and he just humiliated me in front of everyone and then just left,” your voice broke on the last word as the tears threatened again

When you raised your head back up, you saw a cold look of anger come over both mens’ faces, “that Freddie ain’t nothing but a jerk,” Bucky harrumphed, and Steve nodded ferociously, a look of determination coming over his face

“Somebody oughta teach him a lesson, that ain’t no way to treat a dame,” Steve growled, and before you or Bucky could protest, he stalked off, presumably in search of Freddie; you never forgot how once in grade school he’d punched a boy for pulling your hair, he hadn’t changed at all of course

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he’d show up tomorrow with a split lip and a black eye, but endeared by his passion in defending you

At your own giggle, Bucky’s handsome face broke out in a soft smile, as you shared a moment of reprieve from your upset

“I’m real sorry, doll, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that - Freddie don’t know what he’s missin, alright?” he spoke gently, and you couldn’t help but believe he meant it, seeing something in his eyes that gave you sweet pause

“I guess I know that, it’s just - I never - finally a date and it goes like this,” you scoffed, shrugging

“You never had a date before, doll?” you were surprised to see some genuine shock on his face

“Well, not never, I mean, just nothin serious now that I’m out of school and all, I guess…” you trailed off - here you were admitting to one of the handsomest GIs around that you didn’t have dates every Friday night like the other girls

“Well, we’re gonna have to fix that,” Bucky’s head tilted up, as if daring you to protest, a confident expression on his young face

“Oh, can’t I just go home, Bucky? I don’t wanna see Freddie again,” you kept the whine out of your voice, but just barely, thinking he was gonna find Steve and Freddie and force Freddie to finish your date

“I, uh, I meant - well, how bout I accompany you home, pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to walk around alone,” he insisted, but the slight pinkness on his face confused you, soon realizing perhaps you’d misunderstood his statement

Relief washed over you, though the sting of Freddie’s actions was still fresh, you were glad to not have to journey home alone; explaining to your mother why you were home so early was going to be bad enough as it was

“Gee, Bucky, that’s so kind of you,” you smiled, and he offered you the crook of his arm

“You’re over at Sycamore, right?” he inquired, and you realized perhaps he had paid you more attention over the years than you’d noticed, as you nodded yes

Gently, you wrapped your arm around his elbow, the soft fabric of his handsome uniform rubbing against your bare skin, and with your manicured fingers pressed against his forearm, something so right seemed to click into place, an unfamiliar yet not unwelcome feeling

As he walked you down the avenue, you were at first quiet, still unsure how to start a conversation with someone who had found you in such a state and who was being so kind

But Bucky, ever the ladies’ man, kept the conversation going, and as he talked about the upcoming Stark expo after he saw your eyes draw to the colorful advertisement for it on the front of the ice cream parlor

you were struck by the fact that you and Bucky really shared similar interests - innovation, sci-fi, adventure...soon you found yourself enthusiastically talking to him about all your favorite adventure books and how you hoped to see Stark himself present at the expo when it opened next month

Before you knew it, you were in front of your family’s apartment building; you hadn’t even realized Bucky had skipped the streetcar and walked you all the way home

You were struck by how much you wished the walk was longer, or that you could linger outside, but you already felt like Bucky had done enough for you and you knew you should go inside and face the music, get it over with

You slowly pulled your arm from its perch on Bucky’s, but before you could pull away fully, he caught your soft hand in his larger one as he gazed into your eyes

“Well, guess you’re home safe now, doll, it was real nice talking to ya,” he laughed a little, but he didn’t release his grasp on your hand

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long while,” you laughed at yourself, “tonight wasn’t so bad after all,” you smiled at him and squeezed his hand, his reticence to leave giving you courage as you flirted

“Thank you again, Bucky, you really didn’t have to do this but I’m so grateful,” the earnestness in your voice shocked even you; he had really saved you from taking the streetcar alone, and had chased your upset mood right away with his boyish passion in your conversation

“My pleasure, honey. Listen, I know you might not wanna after such a bad experience, but hows about I take you on a proper date sometime? I’d really like to get to know you more, and besides, someone oughta show you what Freddie failed at,” your heart thumped at the offer and the prospect of someone like him wanting you

You were still scared though, what if it was just pity that had led him to talk you home and ask you out? What if the date went just as badly, and it turned out you were the problem, and not Freddie?

You realized your silence after his question had stretched out an uncomfortable amount as you saw his sheepish look, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously

Before he got the wrong idea, you finally found your voice, “I’d like that,” you said simply, shyness overcoming you once again

“Next Friday then, is it alright if I come pick you up? Say, around 7? We’ll have a real nice time, I’ll make sure, you deserve it doll,” Bucky was speaking so fast you couldn’t get a word in, but his charming nervousness was too cute

“Friday at seven,” you nodded, as he gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go of it

The whole week you were on edge, teetering between nerves and excitement at the prospect of your date, you were still so surprised at your luck that such a bad night could turn out so well, and that the handsome Bucky Barnes was so similar to you

Of course, in the back of your mind you knew he’d surely be shipping out soon, but all your girlfriends were dealing with that too, and you pushed the thought away, wanting to just enjoy the time you had

True to his word, Bucky knocked on your door right at 7, your father answering the door as you were still in your room finishing getting ready with your mother

You heard their voices down the hallway as Bucky introduced himself respectfully to your father; he really did seem like such a gentleman

Your mother put the finishing touches on your updo and sent you out to the living room to face your date

As you came into the room, your eyes went straight to Bucky, looking so dapper in his uniform - you loved that all the boys yet to ship out were required to wear their dress uniform while they were out, it was just so romantic

You saw a small bouquet of flowers in his hand and smiled shyly as you crossed over to him, taking the bouquet from his offering hands and thanking him kindly for the gesture

You went to hand the bouquet to your mother to put in a vase, but Bucky reached out and grabbed a single bloom first, tucking it into your pinned hair

“You look beautiful tonight,” he complimented you; you thought your mother might faint from excitement but you just looked down at your feet, a small smile gracing your face

“Thank you, Bucky, you’re very kind. Shall we?” you gestured towards the door and he led you towards it, his hand at the small of your back as your parents looked on

In contrast to his talkativeness from the previous week, Bucky was quiet at first as he walked you towards the main avenue, but it was a comfortable silence

“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly, as though just then realizing where he was and what he was doing, “Jeez, look at me, said I’d take you on a proper date and I ain’t even held your hand,” he shook his head at himself and offered you his calloused hand, which you took gratefully

You found his sudden nervousness endearing, but it was soon gone as comfortable conversation began to flow; he asked about your week and didn’t seem to mind when you talked about your trip to the hair salon and the new dress your mother was having made for you, instead he was hanging on your every word like you were a new adventure book

To him, you truly were a new adventure, he’d talk about anything you wanted as long as he got to be with you

You talked with him about anything and everything as you made your way to your destination, him even joking to you about Steve’s rather unsuccessful attempt to defend your honor to Freddie, but you realized he never actually told you where you were going

“So,” you lilted at him, “where does a fella like you take a girl like me on a ‘proper date’ then?” you queried him, laughter in your voice because this was truly so fun, you’d be happy to just walk around talking all night

“Oh, I can’t tell ya just yet, sweetheart, it’s a surprise,” he winked at you and your knees went weak

Soon, though, you arrived at a cinema, not the same one as your disastrous date with Freddie thankfully

As Bucky walked you up to the ticket booth, you were excited to see what he’d choose

“Two tickets for the special showing, please,” he said to the boy in the booth as he handed over the dollar

Of course, he was expected to pay, but the way he was so confident in asking for the tickets and had the money ready made you feel like he was so glad to do it, honored, even

Bucky took the two tickets and steered you into the theater, but not before you saw the sign for the special event posted just at the door, they were projecting a special film about space onto the ceiling of the cinema - one of those planetarium experiences!

You couldn’t contain yourself, “Oh Bucky, wow! “A Journey through the Stars,” you read from the poster, “oh wow,” you repeated

“I hoped you’d like it,” Bucky said shyly, “let’s go on in, I want to get you a good seat”

The whole film, you were just enraptured by the narrator talking about cosmos and black holes, whole new solar systems

But Bucky was barely paying attention, his gaze drifting to your awed face

Sometimes you felt his eyes on you and you’d glance over, shy, but he’d look away just quick enough that you couldn’t be sure he was looking at you

As you walked out of the theater, he gently put his arm around you, and you reached up and grabbed his hand to keep it there; you felt so at home with him

“Bucky that was amazing, thank you!” you gushed as he led you down the street

“I’m real glad you liked it, doll,” he answered, “how about an ice cream?”

You were happy for the chance to extend the evening, not ready to leave his company

He took you to the same parlor you’d passed the previous week, even holding the door for you and helping you up onto a stool at the counter

“Oh, there are so many choices, I’m not even sure what I want,” you laughed, your eyes scanning the flavors on the blackboard on the wall

“Well, pick your top two, and I’ll get one and you get the other, and we can share!” he babbled, “I mean, if you want, that is…” he trailed off, but you just smiled

You picked classic vanilla, and cookies and cream to be adventurous, and he ordered for the both of you

You laughed and talked the rest of the evening, until finally the old man who ran the shop had to shoo you out so he could close

A little embarrassed at how you’d let the time get away from you, you hesitated on the sidewalk before Bucky offered you his arm again, and you took it, confidently this time

It being fairly late, he took you home via the streetcar this time, wanting to get you home at an appropriate hour so as to stay in your father’s good graces

It was still friday, though, no matter how late, so the car was rather crowded; he led you to the side of the car and grasped the bar running the length of the ceiling with one hand, wrapping your arms around his waist with his other hand so you didn’t have to reach up; once you were secured, he gently wrapped his free arm around your shoulders

Taking his lead, you rested your head in the crook of his neck as the car took you to your stop

The two of you were quiet, basking in the sweet comfort of each other; you kept thinking how right this all felt, and it seemed like something like hope had taken hold in your heart

The car lurched to a halt at your stop and Bucky’s arm tightened around you, keeping you steady, before he guided you onto the street and up the block to your building

You stood in the same place as a week ago, yet so much had changed; it was just one date, but there was a spark between you glowing bright

Slowly, Bucky took your hand, and you stepped closer to him as his thumb rubbed against your hand

“I guess it’s time to say goodnight then,” he spoke, regret coloring his tone

“I had a wonderful time, Bucky, thank you. First dates don’t seem so scary now,” you laughed, “thanks for doing this for me.”

“Happy to, but doll, I didn’t just take you out because of what happened. I just wanted to be with you, get to know you. I sure am glad we found you in that alley, I barely know you but...you’re changing my life, honey”

The adoration and conviction in his voice choked you up, no one had ever made you feel so seen, so wanted

“Oh Bucky, I feel it too, it’s so -” you shook your head, unsure how to vocalize the soaring feeling in your heart

“It feels like...coming home,” he whispered to you, his forehead leaning against yours in a lover’s confession

Instead of replying, you coasted on the wave of feeling that took over you, and kissed him softly, the taste of the ice cream still on his lips

Both your eyes fluttered shut as the simple kiss drove all other thought from your heads

He pulled away first, raising his hand to caress your cheek as he smiled softly, his eyes tearing away from your lips to meet your own sweet gaze

“So,” his kind cockiness returning, “next Friday?” he asked, his head tilting jauntily as he winked at you

“Next Friday,” you returned, your heart swelling

With a final kiss to your knuckles, he opened the door into your building for you, tipping his hat

You finally had a reason to be happy for Friday nights, a handsome fella to offer you his arm

And Bucky had a home to return to; no matter where the Army took him, he had the home you made for him in your heart

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angelkurenai · 4 years

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Imagine Dean trying to avoid research any way he can and finding an excuse in flirting with you, all the while hoping he might be able to confess his feelings for you.

“If I have to spend one more hour over another book, I will take that tome over there and smack my own head on it. Supposed I can lift it in the first place.” Dean muttered with a small whine when he opened another book.

You couldn't help but chuckle, looking at him through your lashes “If you really smack yourself with that tome, you will be left unconscious for days, Dean.”

“Hence, no more researching!” he said with a smile, shrugging “Sounds like heaven to me. Concussion be damned.”

“But that's the thing. With that size it will cause more than just a concussion. I'll give you a 50-50 chances of survival.” you said casually, flipping through another page of the tenth book in a row; barely batting an eye, let alone showing any signs of exhaustion.

“Doesn't matter, at least I am going to die doing what I love.” he said with a huff, easing back more in his chair; resting his chin on his arm with a pout he couldn't help even if he wanted to.

“What do you love?” you raised an eyebrow at him, before he looked up from his book to meet your eyes.

“Dying.” he said in absolute seriousness and you shook your head with a snort. It was hard to hide your smile but sometimes you knew you had no reason to, no matter how much you needed to be serious to keep the man on track.

“Why did I even ask?” your eyes focused back on your book “Either way, I said it's only 50-50. There's still equal chances you could wake up thinking you are a twelve-year-old girl with a crush on Chris Evans.”

“Why a twelve-year-old?” he frowned, more than a little willing to keep up a conversation instead of get back to reading.

You shrugged “Cause it's more fun. For the rest of us, that is.”

“Whatever. We both know that even if it were to happen, there is no way I would be crushing on Evans of all people.” he shook his head stubbornly .

“Right, I almost forgot he's your sworn enemy.” you made sure to hide the fact that you took pleasure in the case because you had made it obvious that you had a crush on the actor “Well, whoever it is, let's just agree it would make for one hell of a moment and, guess what? Go back to research! Cause we're going through all those books whether it takes one day or one week. 'S up to you and how you act. You know, maybe if you tried to see things more positively, they would work out better.”

Dean didn't bother to hide his groan as he threw his head back in frustration “Yay books!” he paused, letting out a heavy sigh “Does that somehow help? Cause I feel no more inclined to read than before.”

“Go back to reading, Dean.” you said, trying to look stern and reprimanding but it only came out as fond and he couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought; sneaking a glance (the way he seemed to be doing more and more often lately) at you and bathing in your calming and caring presence the way a cat would bask in the warm summer light of the sun. And the fact that he made that kind of comparison in his mind was the least of the weird things happening to him from the moment he met you, if one took into consideration the way he fell in love with you and acted as if you were only friends for the sake of not losing you.

And he did try to, for your sake as he did so many other things, but he only lasted about all of 30 seconds before he sighed once more and spoke “Boy, what I would give to be a caterpillar right now.”

He saw you purse your lips, slowly starting to chew on your lower lip and if the action wasn't so damn distracting to the point he almost forgot his own name, he would have noticed the way you narrowed your eyes at him for a second or two. You didn't say anything for a couple seconds, as if contemplating whether it was a good idea or not to do so and as if you were trying to fight off your curiosity, until you finally let out a sigh and looked him in the eyes “I know I am going to regret this later but-” you tilted your head “Why a caterpillar?”

“Well, it's simple. Eat a lot. Sleep a lot. Wake up beautiful. Not to mention, no freakin' research.” he said as if it was the most simple things in the world.

“You know caterpillars have a lifespan of about a week, right?” you questioned back, an amused smile tugging at your lips despite everything.

“Yet another highlight!” he ended up grinning, throwing his hands in the air.

“See, I knew I was going to regret it. I should have known better. We will have to talk about that general lack of willingness to live at some point, Dean, but now's not the time. Especially since I can relate right now.” you huffed, eyes back on your book “Get back to reading.”

“Oh I'm used to it, been going through it my whole life. Nothing new.” he scoffed, brushing it off “However if you feel like it, I really think you should talk about it. Discussing about it takes some of the weight away. You know I'm always here, ready for a chat whenever you need me. Anytime. Heck, even now!”

“Dean” you narrowed your eyes at the man dangerously “I know you're not really into this, but maybe try a little bit? It's actually important. And I am sorry to tell you but those books won't go away until you've read them. Properly.”

“I mean, come on!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air “You can't tell me you're enjoying this. This is something only- only masochists would. Or- Or people that get off on being tortured or something.”

“Alright, first of; bold of you to assume you know the least bit about what I get off on.” you started, pausing when you noticed the way his eyebrows shot up in surprise and a smile slowly started forming on his lips. You started “Oh no, not that you little per-”

“Well, if you are willing to talk about them or, better yet, reenact them with someone, my body is at your disposal.” but you didn't get to finish off because he spoke up first.

“Oh I had no doubt.” you laughed, shaking your head “However, the only thing I will be taking to bed tonight is those two last books while I leave you deal with your half of the research. Because, as I was saying; you're not skipping this. No matter what you do or say. There is no way.”

“Yeah, but what if the Earth is destroyed in the next hour or something? That's a way.” he shrugged innocently and you groaned, shaking your head as he went on “What is the purpose of all this? And besides that, is this how you really wanna go out? Saying this is how you spent your final moments on this planet?”

“Well, Earth is perfectly safe, I'm sorry to ruin it to you. Now, read.”

Your tone left no room for arguing, as Dean knew really well he didn't have anything else to say either. Watching you focus back on your book, your shoulders relaxing after a couple seconds made him get his attention back on the words before his own eyes. If only that were to last for more than a minute that is.

“Yeah but what if-”

“Dean, so help me! If you don't get back to reading, I will do something so stupid and something that you will regret for the rest of your damn life! So, zip it.”

Dean's lips parted, staying that way for a couple seconds, because he knew he really should not push it. Deep down and even in his own mind – right next to the instinct of survival – there was an urge to listen to you; maybe it was the instinct of survival because he could easily say that between an angry you or an angry leviathan, he feared you the most. However, no matter how scary you could be when angry – or maybe hot, those two always ended up getting mixed up in his mind – it didn't stop the small part of him that dared to be bold and flirty at that moment.

So instead of staying silent he said “I'm something stupid. Do me.”

Your head shot up and at least your eyes were wide instead of narrowed or glaring at him. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you stared at him for a good few seconds “...I am going to throw that tome at you. Like right now. Go back to research!”

“Well, at least it was worth a try.”

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leviskokoro · 4 years

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Idk I just wanted to write my mc with yanderes from @thelazystrawberryboi ‘s fantastic Flipped AU

WARNINGS

Unhealthy relationships, gore, emotional manipulation

GENERAL

So, Mari isn’t the defiant or combative darling type. She’s no idiot. These boys have tried to kill her before and can very easily kill her now.

However, that doesn’t mean she won’t try to figure out some way to escape.

Her plans are usually detailed and thought out

Unfortunately, these boys don’t make things easy for her at all

Waits for some sort of opening or chance before making a move.

Is actually rather tolerant because she’s also aware that she’s in Hell, these are demons, and that this is all probably normal for them.

LUCIFER

Genuinely thought it was a normal relationship

She was mostly embarrassed at how he shows her off and at the amount of gifts he gives her but still liked him a lot

Until he brutally murdered someone that touched her

All with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying the process and the suffering he brought

When he tells her that this is the length he’d go to keep her safe and how much he loves her, she feels kinda conflicted

Because on one hand, she does understand the feeling of wanting to do literally anything for someone she loves

But on the other hand doesn’t want people to die because of her

Just decides to go with whatever he says

Waits and sees what happens next

She’s still aware he’s the eldest and strongest among the brothers so it becomes more difficult to figure out an escape plan. Or if she even should.

After all, he also has the Demon Prince on his side supporting him.

MAMMON

Honestly Mari probably won’t mind too much if it’s him since he leaves her alone for the most part

Appreciates all his gifts. Sends him texts to thank him since she can’t see him.

Prefers him spending time with her but also understands that he’s busy and doesn’t wanna bother him

Then she sees that he’s texted her, telling her how much he loves her. He went into descriptive detail on literally everything he likes about her

Cries. Treasures those messages more than anything

But then he pulled a 180 and sent a picture of a demon on the streets in tattered clothing. She recognized it as one of the demons that she hit it off with at RAD, guilt and horror immediately filling her senses

Then as she read his novel-length message on why he did it.

It’s a fucked up situation and she didn’t even know what to do.

Coming up with a plan to escape him might be somewhat easier since he’s always so busy.

However, he’s still the second eldest and likely has many resources to track her down and lock her up.

She’s pretty much a bird in a gilded cage. Her only solace is that he’s not as bad as any of the others.

… Right?

LEVIATHAN

Well, Mari probably should’ve seen this coming

But plays along with the married thing. It’s pretty simple for her when she’s played the motherly role for so long.

Ngl I don’t particularly see how anyone would touch her if she’s already locked up but in the event that does happen, he immediately goes into a jealous rage and just goes ham.

When he comes back, blood and guts all over him, he holds her in his arms with an iron grip

It was difficult for her to ignore all the blood. She tried convincing him to wash himself off

“Darling, it must be uncomfortable with all that blood on you. I can join you if you want.”

He refused, only gripping her tighter.

She could’ve sworn she felt her spine crack under the pressure.

“Do you really love me? You do, don’t you? I mean— I’ve done so much for you.”

“Of course I do, dear. You don’t need to question it”

She nervously nods, trying her absolute best not to gag.

Levi has probably watched a lot of anime with yanderes. Heck, it’s probably a very common trope for Devildom anime.

So he probably knows his shit.

He’s got her locked up tight and she won’t be escaping anytime soon.

SATAN

Also thought it was a normal relationship. She quite enjoyed spending time with him.

The places he showed her were all wonderful and the experiences she had were so fun.

Also quite liked his affectionate gestures and liked having him hug her so much. She’s just very touch starved.

He treats her with such care that it’s hard to see the obsessive glint in his eyes

It probably seems like a great relationship for a while since people leave her alone and don’t mess with her

But one time a demon was running and accidentally bumped into her

Well, he’s not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing.

She watched in horror as he destroyed everything in the scene. The demon, the building, the furniture, all of it.

And yet somehow no debris fell on her, not even a speck of dust.

He comes back. His expression was as if he didn’t just demolish the entire place.

“Can I have a hug?”

“Uh, maybe after you’ve gotten the blood off of you? Humans can be… squeamish around blood.”

He was fortunately understanding enough to go clean himself up.

The fact that he’s usually so clingy doesn’t work well for her, making it very difficult to formulate a plan.

ASMODEUS

Mari actually gets along better with this version of Asmo so a friendship between them happened faster than her and normal Asmo.

She lets him confide in her and always offers him her support.

He’s quiet and shy when it comes to his feelings so she didn’t even know he liked her

That is, until one of his flings had found them in public and decided to strike up a conversation with her, trying to get in her pants. (Though admittedly, she usually doesn’t actually wear pants. She pretty much wears anything other than pants)

They’re dead now. Killed in less than a second.

Asmo looked at her, desperation and sickness in his eyes.

He’s even clingier than Satan this time and holds her tighter than everyone else. Not only that but he wants her to scream that she loves him until her throat bleeds.

Once he’s calmer, he just locks her up.

I’d say his one of the most impossible ones to escape due to just how clingy he is.

She’s still waiting for some sort of chance

Only for it to never come

BEELZEBUB AND BELHPEGOR

So, Mari has lived with manipulative family members for most of her life. She knows what Belphie is doing but still remains compliant because well, Beel was behind him and very willing to do what he tells him to.

Also, she tries to plot something but Beel immediately notices that and reports it to Belphie, who then tells her that they’re aware of what she’s thinking with Beel staring at her, a threatening glint in his eyes.

Probably the worst among the brothers mostly due to them being able to work so well.

Beel can read her like a book and is the muscle.

Belphie is the mastermind and knows what to do and how to do it.

However, they’re the ones that spoil her the most out of the brothers as well.

Gifts, affection, treats. Everything she could possibly want and more.

Is too scared of what they’d do to her if anyone came too close. Not only is there two of them, one of them plays the Devildom equivalent of American football and works out quite a lot.

Plus the other one has already killed her before.

She was shut down so quick

But at least this life isn’t too bad, right?

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myblueeyedbuggers · 3 years

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My Boys

Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

So, hi again…I’m gonna be completely honest I’ve practically had no time to sit down and write for the past couple of weeks, college rained down tons of assignments and work kept asking me to do extra shifts. Hopefully you all understand the delay in updates, I’m determined to finish this book for you all, anyways I’ll shut up Enjoy 😊

Whoever decided to wake me up and drag me away from the glorious land of sleep will suffer my early morning wrath, slowly I opened my eyes and the outline of two very stupid and annoying boys filled my vision. “Have you two never heard the saying don’t tickle a sleeping dragon? I quite clearly need my beauty sleep!” why is it every time I threaten to murder these two they just start laughin’? what the hell is wrong with em?!, “ Well good mornin’ to you too doll face, as much as I’d like to stay here and trade threats mama wants you outta bed for breakfast so get ya butt moving” My eyes narrowed at Bucky as he started to follow Steve outta the room, the smirk on his face widening as I reluctantly moved out of bed.

I’ve only been here a week and I’ve nearly killed him at least 50 times, wait that’s not something I should be proud of is it? in my defence Barnes can be a right little shit when he wants to be! Two days ago, he thought it’d be funny to drench me with water in the middle of the day, it’s safe to say he didn’t climb down the tree for a fair few hours. The smell of bacon and pancakes made me completely forget whatever the hell I was talking about, I shouldn’t have rushed pulling my pants on cause my dumbass failed to see that the left leg got caught on the draw knob and I was once again hugging the floor with my bloody face. Great that didn’t hurt at all!

Right let’s check for damage, bruises? Nope scratches? Nope pride and dignity? That went a long time ago who am I kidding? “Y/N You comin down or what?!” Jesus Christ that boy has a voice like a flipping fog horn, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard Steve in queens! “Yeah give me a minute will ya! No need to get your panties in a twist Stevie” I’m pretty sure I can hear Becca and Bucky laughin’ from up here. Okay enough time’s been spent getting dressed, at this rate the boys will have inhaled all the food…the thought alone is enough to terrifying!

“Right you lads better of left me at least one pancake and 3 strips of bacon or they’ll be hell to pay later” as a rule most people say good morning but I like to start the day with a decent dashing of threats and insults, cause I’m a friendly person…okay nope that’s a big pile of bullc**p and I know it. “Well mornin to you too y/n, the pancakes are on the table and the bacons on Bucks plate feel free to take some” a muffled sound of protest could be heard over my laughter as Bucky shot Steve a look of utter disbelief. “I think I’ll skip on the bacon then Stevie, by the looks of it Bucks already drooled all over it” Steve and I shared a look before we burst out laughing, Buck was glaring at the both of us with syrup dribbling down his chin and I gotta be honest it looked hilarious. “You guys done laughin’ at me yet or would you like to gang up on me some more?” is this boy dumb or somethin’? “Buck, I’d be on my deathbed and my final words would be some form of insult towards you”.

And there I go signing my death sentence again, at this point Steve wasn’t even on his chair anymore, instead he was lying on the floor completely pissin’ himself laughing while Bucky slowly stood up and started walking round the table. “Oh would you look at the time! Gotta go guys my appointment with the grim reaper’s in a minute!” hey y/n maybe it’s time you start running?! With a small shriek I turned and bolted out the backdoor with a pretty pissed off Barnes boy on my tail. The sunlight blinded me for a couple of seconds, so I was kinda running without knowing what was around me…and as per usual life decided to firmly kick my ass using the form of a bloody tree. A sharp stinging sensation spread across my entire face, huh reminds me of when I ran into that door…only that didn’t hurt half as much and there wasn’t an annoying brunette prick absolutely creasing with laughter behind me. I’m pretty sure that in the process of the tree b**tch slappin’ me I cut the left side of my cheek…oh would you look at that there’s the blood that should have stayed inside me, I couldn’t stop the small groan of pain that slipped outta my mouth, the lower half of my back was more than likely battered to all hell and the stinging in my cheek wasn’t helping either.

Apparently, the sound of my suffering seemed to break the idiot outta his little laughin’ session, I raised my eyebrows at him when it finally dawned on him that I hurt myself and that was pretty funny, all the colour drained from Bucky’s face, his eye’s widened when he noticed the lovely new edition to my face and pretty soon he reached a hand out to help me up. Such a gentleman… that’s if you replace the gentle bit with idiotic. The second I was on my feet, he pulled me into a hug and began checking my face and head, I’m hoping to god he can’t see my flamin’ cheeks cause I know for a fact he would never let me live that down. To be completely honest all I could concentrate on was the gentle touch on his hands on my cheek and the look on Bucky’s face, his eyes were completely focused on my cut. How have I never noticed that his eyes have the smallest flecks of green in them? Or how his dimples show when he frowns?… more importantly why do I feel both excited and terrified but somehow warm at the same time?

My little daze was broken when I realised that his lips were movin’ and I had no idea what the hell he just said, but he must of asked me a question cause he was lookin’ at me waitin’ for his answer. Bollocks. “What’d you say Buck?” Jesus Christ could I have been anymore obvious?! Maybe I should make a giant banner and smack him in the face with it, oh for godsake am I blushin’ again?!, the small smirk on his face grew into a sh*t eating grin as he threw his arm around my shoulders and dragged me back to the house. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you y/n were completely blow away by the masterpiece that is my face” oh great I’ve managed to inflate his ego even more, “Actually I wasn’t gonna say anythin’ but you’ve got a little somethin’ stuck in your front teeth” and just like that all the cockiness drained outta his body.

The arm around my shoulder disappeared rather quickly, to my amusement the boy next to me did as well, I could feel the little smirk on my face as I carried on walkin’ forward as he stayed behind more than likely doin’ that cute stupid thing with his eyes. Wait what did I just say?! What the heck is wrong with me these days? Its like a flippin’ alien’s taken over me and made me into a normal girl! .It feels all kinds of wrong. A sudden cough disrupts my inner monologue, my eyes roll to the sky as the smirk reappears on my face, I can’t help the laugh that escapes me when my gaze meets Bucky’s. He was stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowed as I continued to laugh and slowly his face formed a pout as he waited for me to finish completely wetting myself with laughter. “You done yet?” his brow was pulled in as he tried to fight off the smile, “Do I actually have somethin’ in my teeth or were you just being a bully?”.

“Nah, just needed to keep your ego in check before it inflated and carried you away into the wind” Buck looked like I’d just shot him in the chest, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughin’ at him as I turned and started walkin’ back to the house. “Ya know you can be a real piece of work when ya wanna be don’t ya?” thank you captain obvious! “I know I am, you know I do it out of love don’t ya?” I shot him a small smile as I wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him in for a side hug, Bucky shook his head with a small smile, but accepted the hug anyway. After that we stayed in a comfortable silence as we walked back towards the house, his arm never pulled away from me till we got inside, that was until Mrs Barnes walked into the kitchen and saw the cut on my cheek, to simply put it she completely freaked out.

I watched her quickly shoo everyone outta the kitchen, she somehow managed to pull a chair out and sit me down while grabbing a towel and bandages, question after question was fired at me while she gently started cleaning to cut. After a while the conversation died out, Mama B was completely fixated on cleaning the cut and if I’m honest the silence was peaceful, well it was for the 5 seconds it lasted.

Bucky burst through the door lookin’ like someone was trying to murder him, not that I could blame them, 2 seconds later Steve and Becca burst through the door armed with…wait is that eyeshadow and lipstick? I watched as Bucky backed into the corner, his eyes wide as he begged them both of them for mercy, whatever he did to piss the pair off clearly warranted this man hunt and there is no way in hell I wanted to stop it just before it got good. Soon enough Becca and Steve some how managed to pin down Buck, and despite the many protests, the pair managed to smear the lipstick all over his face and dump most of the eyeshadow in his hair.

I tried my hardest not to laugh I swear, but he looked like a very disturbed and demented fairy princess and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, soon enough we were all having a little laugh at the poor bloke, eventually Buck saw the funny side of it and he too joined in with the mess that was the Barnes family.

So, I’m gonna be honest here this is more of a filler chapter/character development hopefully it didn’t suck as much as I think it did XD Okay I’ll stop rambling, Thanks for reading!

Rose Xxx

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smallestclowninthecircus · 3 years

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Season 4 notes

Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

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fairy-writes · 4 years

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FairyTailWzard’s New Annual tradition!

2020’s Top 10 List Part One!

So here’s a list that no one asked for of the top 10 anime series I watched this year. I wanted to put this in no particular order but I figured I might as well. I’ll also be doing my top 10 fanfics from this year and my top 10 books I read this year so stay tuned for parts 2 and 3!

10.) RWBY

Uuuggghhh I really didn’t wanna put this on here… but I really didn’t watch much this year so I had to I guess :(((

I’m really not liking this right now… if my blog wasn’t sort of popular because of my rwby oneshots I’d consider just dropping the anime all together….

(I’m seriously debating on whether to watch the new season or not)

Honestly, the only thing bringing me back is my unhealthy love for Ozpin, Torchwick, and Ironwood.

Honestly, I’d give this show about a 3 or 4/10…

I used to love it so much but I think the quality of writing is going down and the show is trying to be too many things at once that I’m just losing interest.

9.) My Hero Academia

Why is this so low you may ask? Well, cause I think my main hype coming from this is the manga.

Yes I love the show, the animation studio is freaking amazing and the quality of animation never ceases to amaze me. But I love the manga a bit more.

This will probably jump up in rating around season 5 or 6 but for right now I’ll leave it in the 9th spot :)

8.) Sirius the Jaeger

Oh my GOSH, I want a second season so bad. One of my favorite OC’s I’ve ever made was for this anime (it’s Idris Tana btw) and I actually commissioned artwork for her recently and it’s SO PRETTY.

Anyway getting off-topic, the animation of this show and again with the dark and grittiness of it is what drew me in.

Actually, my late grandma and also my great aunt tagged me in a Facebook post with the trailer when it first came out cause they saw vampires and thought I would like it and that's what got me into this show in the first place.

So thank you grandma and auntie!

But I absolutely adore the soundtrack, the mix of orchestral pieces mixed with the more electro-kinda-vibes is my life (seriously go listen to “The Beginning of the Hunting” it changed my life, as an orchestra and cello geek it made my heart so happy)

7.) Tokyo Ghoul season 1-3

Ok, I’m currently reading the manga after I’ve seen the anime and lemme tell you I wish they didn’t censor the anime so much.

I can’t even find an uncensored version anymore and it makes me so upset.

The darkness and goriness of the manga is what appealed to me in the first place (yes I get weird looks for it, no I will not change my mind)

Kaneki is my CHILD and he CANNOT do any wrong. I don’t care who you are I love him

6.) Ajin: Demi-Human

Uuuggghhh to be honest the anime is kinda meh but my love for the manga is so great I am legally obligated to put this here.

Don’t get me wrong, the animation and soundtrack for this show is phenomenal and I think they got Satou down pat.

But they did dumb down and cut out a lot of interesting scenes. Scenes like how Satou takes down some of his opponents (which I can see why... many American viewers would most likely get offended by it… you manga readers know what scene i mean)

Nagai Kei turns into a bit of a whiny character instead of the smart but exasperated teenager I know and love in the manga is the anime version of Kei going to bite off his own fingers in order to climb a wall into a military base?? Definitely not. Would manga-Kei do that? Well, he already did… so... yes..,

Nakano Kou is still kind of funny but he is so much more fascinating in the manga (his backstory breaks my heart).

5.) Bungou Stray Dogs

Another new one that I was actually recommended by my friend @bright-like-the-sun-00 :) I ended up watching it originally in dub but then went back and rewatched it in sub because I love my children so much.

Chuuya is my bean and I love my OC that I created Charlie Dickens :)

(if you guys could go read her story I’d be eternally grateful).

Anyway!

This show has a fantastic cast in both Japanese and English and the music score is one of my favorites. The characters are so wonderfully hilarious and interesting and fhajxbqbaka I love this show okay??

4.) Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

I actually put this off for YEARS because my oldest step-brother kept saying I should watch it. At this point, I was refusing out of spite cause I’m petty like that. But I finally started watching and-

HOLY-

GUYS

I have never gotten so attached to a character (cough cough Giyuu) so quickly.

I have been listening to Gurenge and Kamado Tanjiro no Uta on repeat for literal weeks now and I still grin like an idiot when listening to them. I also have a potential OC/crossover coming out soon sooooo…. stay tuned??

I also broke my sister cause I showed her a post that said national donut day and had a picture of Rengoku on it… I didn’t understand it until she explained it to me and now I cackle every time I think about it.

3.) Jujutsu Kaisen

@plusultranerd got me into this blame her for the future spamming of your dashboards

GUYS GOJO SATORU IS MY LIFE NO QUESTIONS ASKED

He could literally murder me and I’d thank him. He is the prettiest anime character I have EVER SEEN and I love him so much.

Anyway anime. The show got my attention from the get-go. Itadori is such a fun main character and Megumi is me cause you know dogs.

I think I saw an ad for it and since I have Crunchyroll I figured why not and fell in love with it

AND THE ENDING SONG

BEST ENDING EVER YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

I put it on sometimes so me and my sister just start jamming out to it and we get the stupidest looks and it is amazing

2.) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Another anime that I will rewatch over and over again until literally the end of time. Also, another series that I’ve already read/or am reading the manga.

Alphonse Eric is my cinnamon roll you can pry him from my cold dead hands.

I have cold hands and no heart by holy heck my BOY

I actually am buying the special edition hardback manga covers that are coming out and I LOVE THEM

THEY ARE SO PRETTY

Am I talking about the characters or the manga?

My answer is yes

Anyway, all of the characters in this are so wonderfully complex and have motivations and i fall in love with 99% of the characters (except for Shou Tucker, I even like Father actually)

1.) Death Parade

This has got to be one of my top favorite anime of ALL TIME.

I rewatched it early this year and this is one of the very few anime that will get me to cry and this makes me cry every freaking time.

The music is stunning, the animation is magnificent.

For being based on an animated short film, this has such potential for a second season and such a complex storyline was packed into 12 episodes.

I will forever recommend this anime to literally anyone who is looking for something new to watch.

I’m also noticing I have a thing for white-haired male anime characters with really pretty eyes….. Kaneki… Gojo… Decim...

Honorable mentions!

Darker than Black

I didn’t rewatch the whole thing this year but this anime is literally my life. Hei is such a bean and I love him.

Hunter x Hunter

Another anime i didn't rewatch completely but still adore :) I heard they’re continuing it and I’m excited for the dark continent arc!

Dororo

Technically i watched this late 2019 but whatever; I do what I want. The animation was absolutely gorgeous and I loved the gritty darkness of it. Mio will forever be my favorite character; you cannot change my mind. Some parts I did find a bit boring but overall I’d rate this a solid 6/10!

The Devil is a Part-Timer!

I rewatched parts of it and not the whole thing, I also have the first two volumes of the light novels and I forget how funny it is until I actually watch it. It has me laughing every time and never fails to put a smile on my face :)

#jujutsu kaisen #death parade #the devil is a part timer #demon slayer #dororo #hunter x hunter #darker than black #tokyo ghoul #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #bungou stray dogs #ajin demi human #my hero academia #rwby #sirius the jaeger

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this is x reader

And WHOO Boy! This took FOREVER and not all of them follow your request sorry about that. I tried to make them all interesting and you didn’t ask for any Bots in particular sooo.....I kinda got carried away with it. Sorry for the lack of ‘Cons but I had no ideas. And personally I think some are better then others I hope you enjoy

I also apologize for any dash clogging this dose because it’s so long

Autobots

Optimus

He always knew that you were strong and he found it quite interesting and admired you for training your strength

That being said, he didn’t realize how strong you actually are. So when he walked into the base and saw you doing deadlifts with forge of Solus prime he was Understandably shocked and confused

After you notice him you explain that you were looking for something that was a bit more challenging then the weights at your gym but even such an artifact proved too weak to quell your boredom

Well first he asked you to not “play” with the large hammer anymore. And then he had you sent to Ratchet to figure out exactly how you can carry such a thing without breaking a sweat

Bumblebee

He’s seen you workout at the base and is always impressed has, and will watch you if he has nothing else going on

One day you’re looking around for something; so he asks you what you’re looking for

“My weights aren’t heavy enough so I’m looking for a substitute” you look up at Him.. “actually, can you transform for a second?”

He is Absolutely confused but dose it anyway because you’re his s/o obviously anyway he almost screams when he feels you pick him up

Buzzing like crazy, sort of scared mostly confused. Wait why are laughing... stop laughing and answer him...

“Please! You’re child’s play... you wanna see something really cool?”

Smash cut to you holding WheelJack, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and all the kids over your head just walking around like it’s nothing

Next time you and bee go on patrol you’re driving... or walking

Bulkhead

You, him and Miko were out on patrol in the mountains

And you know those two, so obviously you were listening to some hard rock with the volume all the way up, and the windows closed so not fun on your ears so you hopped out to walk for a little while

After you guys all got to a clearing Bulkhead transformed and told you and Miko to stay there while he went on. Because Raf said that there was a risk of a rockslide

Miko was still listening to her music when it hit an exceptionally loud drum solo which Miko played along with hitting some nearby rocks, loosening them directly above A campsite

You dove in front of the large boulders stopping them from rolling but you had already slid over halfway to the site.

By this time Bulkhead and Miko ran down to meet you Miko Freaking our a bit but when they got to you. You were sort chilling sitting on said boulders

Both Bulkhead and Miko were freaking asking you how you survived and how you moved the boulders

“ they weren’t that heavy, honestly I’ve carried worse” “WHAT?!?” “no way!”

They are both very impressed

Ratchet

He was busy doing (whatever he dose all day idk) and you were helping him... well “helping” as much as he’d let you

You kept telling him that you’d be more then capable to help but he just scoffed and continued to work.

so you were left to fiddle with whatever you could find eventually you got bored and decided to do some reading the only problem is that when you pulled your book out of your bag you dropped your favorite pen

So of course you climbed down to get it, but Ratchet didn’t notice so needless to say when he feels something pick him up he yelled causing you to stumble back and drop him

”don’t yell like that!” “Don’t pick me up!” It took him a few seconds to register what he just said and what the heck had just happened....”h-how?” “How what?” “How did you pick me up?” .....“Why did you pick me up?!?”

You just shrugged “my pen rolled and you almost broke it” he nodded for a second before he got a confused look again “but...how?” You shrugged again

Welp looks like you finally get to help! But this isn’t exactly what you ment you thought as Ratchet hooked you up to all sorts of monitors oh well... at least you didn’t hurt him

WheelJack

You and him were just riding around in the Jackhammer when a couple of ‘cons got on your tail. You two were able to escape unharmed but can’t say the same for the Jackhammer. The damage caused sent the ship spiraling into the base of a mountain

Thankful Jackie being a good pilot he was able to keep the ship from a crash landing... not that it was a good landing but nether of you were hurt

“Ugh; you ok (y/n)?” “Yeah I’m fine; You?” “A little banged up but fine. Can’t say the same for the Jackhammer though”

Jackie gets the door to open and you two walk outside to get a scale of the damage... it’s not good

“Scrap” “How are we going to fix this!?” “*sighs* well, I should probably start by movin some of these rocks pinning the wings” “We” “Hm?” “We should start moving the rocks” He chuffs “We? How exactly are you going even nudge one of those?”

You just walk over to one of the rocks and pick it up and throw it past Jackie’s head

“Ok then!”

Deceptcons

Megatron

Of course the one time you ask to go with megatron to Check on an Energon mine is the time when the Autobots get the bright idea to show up

(Long chase and fight scene later) You and megatron get corners in part of the mine by Optimus

Obviously you don’t really wanna be on the receiving end of the Prime’s blade

You grab the biggest rock you can comfortably hold and chuck it at Optimus with all your strength.

The impact and shock from what happened knocked Optimus a few steps back

That moment of Distraction was enough to allow Megatron to nail Optimus into the wall before transforming and escaping with you in tow

He’s thankful that you helped him, though he probably won’t tell you for a while

Definitely has Shockwave examen you

Shockwave

He observes you working out in his lab... you seem to do it all the time

He obviously already knows how strong you are so watching you work out causes him to ask questions

“Since you are already quite powerful, why do you work so hard to increase yourself so little?”

“Because it’s fun?”

.....

“Your actions are.... illogical”

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Kei Tsukishima X Reader

A/N: So I went back and did some editing because sleep is for the weak. Aka, I have insomnia and rewatched Haikyuu and decided to add on to this. Also if you’re not familiar with the way I set up a story, the sections that are bold and italic are meant to be flashbacks

It was hard, watching Kurasuno go against your school

It was even harder watching them attempt to block Ushiwaka’s spikes

You swore you saw most if not all of Kurasuno’s players wince when they came into contact with it

But then he did it

Kei Tsukishima actually managed to shut down one of Ushiwaka’s spikes and he did it without batting an eye

His team celebrated and two of them bombarded him with praise

You had half a mind to yell at Tanaka to be careful punching Tsukishima’s stomach

But the real concern was when Noya bit him on the shoulder

Well it was an amazing block and they did have a right to be excited

There was a small sense of pride as you watched your boyfriend give your ex a run for his money

Yes, much to everyone’s surprise, you and Tsukishima were dating

The two of you had met just after your first year of high school and Tsukki’s last year of junior high when his brother had dragged him to one of the boy’s volleyball games

There was time to catch a few of the girl’s games and there you were, the only first year in the line up for Shiratorizawa girls volleyball team

Tsukishima tried his hardest to be casual when it came to asking his brother about you but Akiteru knew better and teased him about it

At the time you’d been dating Ushiwaka in his second year, which was even more of a surprise since he didn’t really socialize with anyone

But even Tsukki could tell that it was not all sunshine and roses when it came to your relationship since Ushiwaka couldn’t even be bothered to watch your game

You remember scanning the crowd for him but not once spotting Ushiwaka and while you didn’t want it to bother you it definitely impacted your mood

After taking both sets quite easily you sauntered off the court with the rest of your team and bumped into Akiteru and Tsukki and lit up at the sight of your old friend

“Hey Akiteru!” You waved at him with a smile and blinked at the taller boy next to him “And...?”

“Oh” Tsukishima wasn’t entirely sure why he couldn’t form a proper sentence but finally but out “I’m Kei, Akiteru’s younger brother”

“Nice to meet you” You smiled and shook his hand before Akiteru chimed in to congratulate your team on the win

Tsukishima was quiet and studied you so intensely that it actually made you a little nervous

You thanked whatever higher power that decided to send your team captain to fetch you for the next match

After that day it was a bit hard to actually get him off your mind and you weren’t sure why

He was cute sure

In a little brother sort of way

But also, he seemed to be a little on the shy side and that was pretty adorable

So like was it a crush? Or did you just like the attention?

“Oh look at that”

You’re brought back to the present by the voice of the coach for Shiratorizawa who also happened to be your grandfather

You snap your head up to the court to find Tsukki gripping his right hand tightly and you had the urge to rush to him but knew you’d catch hell for it

Tsukki’s team gathered around him and Coach Ukai patted his shoulder to push him in the direction of the exit

You saw a flash of blood dripping down Tsukki’s hand and gasped, standing from the bench to follow when your grandfather slammed his hand on the bench

“Your team is here” He grumbled “You may only be acting manager for today’s match but you’re still Shiratorizawa’s manager”

You tsked and curled your hands into fists to hold back from snapping at him

It wasn’t that Kurasuno might actually take the set that made him angry, it was that you didn’t keep a relationship with his star player and ace

Tsukki cast a glance back to see if you’d be joining him in the medic’s office but instead found you handing water bottles out to your team, Ushiwaka lingering a little too long around you

To your credit you managed to sneer at Ushiwaka and snidely remark on his harsher than necessary or usual spike against Tsukishima and Tsukki smirked

He knew he loved you for a reason

“Are you ever gonna catch one of our games?” You asked Ushijima but knew it was really a lost cause

“I don’t want to distract you”

“It’s not a distraction when you have someone cheering you on!”

“Your grandfather wouldn’t like it” Ushijima’s attention returned to the notes he was studying

“I didn’t realize you were in a relationship with my grandfather” You crossed your arms and turned away from his desk “Just forget it. If you don’t want to go then all you have to do is say so”

He blinked at you as you stormed out of the classroom

You were upset and he probably should have tried to resolve the argument but the boyfriend thing was new to him

So he let it go figuring you’d cool off and then want to talk

That was not the case

Ushiwaka didn’t want to admit he was jealous

He had cared for you, he really did and probably always will but during the summer break after your first year when you pointed out that his top priority was volleyball, he hadn’t bothered to argue because it was true

He had thought that the granddaughter of Washijo Tanji would understand better than anybody how important volleyball was especially since you yourself were a strong player too

But that summer you’d broken up with him and started a relationship with a first year that he later found out was on the irritating Kurasuno team

“Hey” You tapped the arm of the person in front of you “Kei? Right?”

“Oh hello” Tsukishima bowed politely and blushed a little when you grinned at him

“Hi” You waved and noted the stack of books in his hand “Doing a little light reading this summer?”

“Just a little” He joked because he picked up about 6 books

“Oh I love this one!” You tapped on the first book in his little pile “That’s my favorite author”

“O-Oh” Tsukishima clutched the book tighter “He’s mine too”

You don’t remember how you ended up in an hour long conversation with the younger boy but it happened

And then at some point you exchanged numbers with him

Only a few weeks had passed during the summer break but you’d already developed a good friendship with Tsukishima

You also found that your relationship with Ushijima was slowly dwindling

You weren’t sure if it was the lack of time you spent together as a couple

Or if it was his absolute love of volleyball more than anything else

But you were sure that maintaining a relationship under the circumstances wasn’t a good idea

To add insult to injury, the same first year you left him for was a middle blocker determined to stop his spikes so Ushiwaka gave it his all

But he honestly hadn’t intended on splitting the guy’s hand open

“An unfortunate accident” He replied to the snark in your tone as you accused him of intentionally being a jerk

“Accident my ass!” You caught the attention of the rest of the team and Coach Ukai on the next bench over “You did that on purpose and you know it!”

“Perhaps” Ushiwaka was calm and it made your blood boil as he set the water bottle on the bench and took his spot on the court

“Someone’s gonna get it” Tendou sang from the sidelines while snickering into his hand

“Shut it Satori” You warned playfully

You may not get along with Ushiwaka as much but you lived for Tendou’s sense of humor and playful attitude

Washijo crossed his arms and demanded you sit down as the last set started but you refused

“I’m going to check on Tsukki” You unzipped your team jacket and set it on the bench “You know, the one your star player is trying to kill out there”

“I don’t know” You hesitated

“If you’re not happy then you’re not happy” Akiteru said as if it were that simple to just break up with somebody

Spending a weekend afternoon at the Tsukishima household was a routine you developed not long after your meeting with Tsukishima in the bookstore

“He’s right” Tsukishima agreed with his brother

A miracle in itself

“I knooooow” You groaned and flopped back on his bed “but we just—“

“You’re not a solid fit” He glanced over his shoulder to lock eyes with you “Just because you both play volleyball doesn’t mean you’re meant to be. By that logic then you and Akiteru should be together”

“Shut up” You sat up and tapped on his head lightly with your knuckles “If you wanna talk logic then technically you and I should be together since you play too”

“I’m not arguing that point” Tsukishima smirked at the blush creeping up your cheeks

You could never rattle him the same way he did to you

“Whatever brat” You picked up your phone and hovered over Ushijima’s name

“Stop being a wimp” Akiteru teased and pressed on Ushijima’s name to call him

“Akiteru!” You squeaked but held the phone up to your ear anyways “H-Hey we need to talk”

Ushijima didn’t seem like he cared all that much when you said you wanted to break up

In fact it was more like an inconvenience to even hear as much since, of course, he was in the middle of practice and couldn’t be bothered with something so trivial

“Why’d you even date him in the first place?” Akiteru questioned after the call “Actually how the heck did you even end up together?”

“My grandfather introduced us” You sighed and dropped your phone on the bed “Figured his star player and granddaughter would be a power team. Guess he was wrong”

Rushing to the medic’s office made you more anxious than you anticipated but when you finally got there Tsukki was done being bandaged up and ready to go

“Tsukki” You frowned up at him and held onto his injured hand gently “I knew his spikes were intense but I didn’t think...this is all my fault”

“Why is it your fault?” Tsukishima grit his teeth “Ushiwaka is strong and even if you and I weren’t together he’d still be using his full strength”

“Hey that’s not fair” You stepped back to give him some space “Even if my relationship with him wasn’t the best, I’d still like to think he cares enough about me to be upset about us”

“You and Ushijima broke up?!” Washijo gaped at you during the first day of practice

That old man actually stormed into the girl’s gym to scold you for having a mind of your own

The rest of the team gathered by the net and watched awkwardly as you faced off with the scary coach for the boy’s team

“Umm” You pursed your lips “yes? Is that a problem?”

Washijo crosses his arms and sneered “He’s been off during practices because of this so yes, it’s a problem”

“Welp, it’s not mine so” You shrugged and plucked a stray ball from the floor “You know grandpa, if he really cared so much then maybe he would have put in a little more effort. Like he does for volleyball”

“Is this about that kid with the glasses?”

You tensed at the mention of Tsukishima

How the hell...?

“Have you been keeping tabs on me?!”

“You were distracted” Your grandfather really thought he was in the right “so I asked your mother and she told me you’d been spending a lot of time with someone else”

“I seemed distracted or you were concerned that Ushiwaka was distracted because of me?”

“He seemed upset and I wanted to know why so I asked and he told me what happened”

“Are you kidding me?!” You were on the verge of pulling your own hair out “You’re really standing here telling me that he’s sad about our break up but didn’t even try to fix it?!”

You were fairly sure that if he gave a shred of a damn then he wouldn’t have agreed to break up so easily in the first place

“I...” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before you completely lost your mind “Yes, this is about Tsukishima. That’s his name by the way. And he happens to care a lot about me, my interests, and my happiness. If Ushiwaka wanted to be with me then he would have fought harder but he didn’t. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get back to practice”

“Do you want him to care about you in that way?”

“You’re twisting my words Kei and I hate it when you do that” You turned away from him and started down the hall back to the court “I wanted to make sure you were okay and I see that you are. I have to get back”

Tsukishima bit back a groan at having not only the rest of the game to worry about but now there was the matter of apologizing for starting a fight

“But” You stopped to get the last word in, as always “You guys can do this. Shiratorizawa isn’t invincible and I think Kurasuno has proven they’re a force to be reckoned with. So good luck on this last set Tsukki”

By the time you got back Kurasuno had tied the last set and you could see both teams starting to lose their stamina but not letting it get them down, everyone on the court giving 110%

Tsukishima had made his way back to his team a few moments after you and gave a quick update to Coach Ukai, almost begging to be back in the game and getting his wish

Angry with him or not, you were still nervous to see him on the court after hearing that his pinky had been dislocated

Like honestly what the hell was Ushiwaka’s problem?!

Tsukishima kept doing his job, calculating and making plays at the last second. He was one of the smartest people you knew and you could only guess it ticked off Tendou to no end

You noticed that Hinata was so amped and tired at the same time

So much so that his legs seemed to have stopped working for him

“Shoyo” You frowned when he failed to jump for a block

“The biggest are always the strongest” Your grandfather stated from the bench “it’s an undeniable law of nature”

“Your hate for them is palpable” You growled through grit teeth and curled your hands into fists “it isn’t fair to lump Hinata in with yourself especially since he’s fought twice as hard as you ever did”

“What are you trying to say?” Washijo hated when someone argued with him but you were his granddaughter and quite honestly, sometimes he found it a breath of fresh air when he was called out on his crap

“Hinata isn’t easily broken” You smiled at the little redhead running the length of the court “Try as hard as one may but he doesn’t let anything get him down. He knows his height puts him at a disadvantage but he always proves everyone wrong. You took ‘no’ for an answer right off the bat, grandpa”

You weren’t sure if he said anything back because your sole focus was on Tsukishima and whether or not he’d survive this last set

“Tsukki” You gasped under your breath when he soft blocked another spike from Ushiwaka and winced “please...be careful...”

And then finally

Finally Kurasuno had match point and it was Hinata’s serve

“Come on Sho” You mumbled and hoped your grandfather wouldn’t hear but the sound of Hinata’s hand slapping the ball down put everyone at standstill

He did it! Hinata made the last point and Kurasuno took the set! Holy shit!

You couldn’t even feel bad that Shiratorizawa lost, only pride and joy for Tsukishima and the Kurasuno boys you’d come to know and admire

“Tsukki!” You joined Tadashi and Noya in tackling the tall blonde to the floor, landing in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck “You did great Kei! That was amazing!”

“Y/N” Tsukishima’s voice was stern and a little frightening, a tone usually reserved for Kageyama when the setter gets on his nerves “you dummy”

Tadashi and Noya both froze and quickly scrambled away from their teammate because only a crazy person would get caught in the middle of that fight

“Kei” You mimicked his tone and pulled back enough to meet his eyes “you jerk”

He smiled, a full on grin that startled his team and coach, and gripped the back of your neck in his large hand to pull you in for a long kiss

This was different

Up until now Tsukki had only ever given you small pecks and most of the time it was usually on the cheek

But here he was with his damaged hand buried in your hair to hold you steady

In front of a crowd

And cameras

And his team

You cupped his jaw in both hands and smiled against his lips

“Kei Tsukishima”

You jumped away from Tsukki to find Ushiwaka standing above you with his hand stretched out

Tsukishima let you climb off his lap before standing up and wrapping an arm around your waist “Ushiwaka”

“You’re a formidable opponent” Ushiwaka dropped his hand and bowed slightly at the victor “in more ways than just volleyball. I’ll admit I was being petty when the game started today though I can assure you I had no intention of purposefully injuring your hand”

“Um thanks?” Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to make of his non-apology but bowed in return and watched him walk away, tightening his grip on your waist a little

“You’re rather affectionate now after being upset with me earlier” You teased him but let out a small gasp when he turned and wrapped both arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck “Tsukki?”

“I’m sorry” He mumbled against your skin “I was...jealous. I thought you might still have feelings for him and I—.”

“Of course not” You assured him and wound your arms around his shoulders “I love you Tsukki and there’s no changing that. Not even your little mood swings”

The rest of the team caught the tail end of your conversation and all joined in on teasing Tsukishima and he could only grip onto you tighter to hide his irritated expression

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu imagine #kei tsukishima imagine #just something i was playing with #no title because i really just couldnt think of one

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Wildest Notes Chapter 4

So there’s about three reasons why this chapter took a little long to come out! But they’re good reasons of course because I like to make sure things are somewhat perfect!

First! Mostly because I’ve been busy with Grigor and trying to work on such a historical fic and y’all know I throw myself into my fics.

Second. I got in touch with a certain bad ass artist by the name of @punky-peach who drew that beautiful picture below for Cora and Gard. Oh yes. It’s absolutely beautiful and I might have cried when I received it ten minutes ago. It’s so fantastic that I just can’t stop looking at it and I know y’all can’t either! Especially after this chapter.

Third. I got distracted. And I got into bioshock for a while (I’m still binge playing it over and over. But fear not! I’m back and

Okay here we go!

Y’all ready!!

Next Chapter

Previous Chapter.

Masterlist

My fingers softly began rubbing my eyes as we finished the last set of the night. Sometimes I forget that playing the piano day after day would hurt my eyes. I hate that sometimes I forget that I’m near sighted. Should probably take a day off because I’ve been doing this nonstop since I moved here. Luckily I’m not clumsy with them and have never broken a pair in my life! Which is saying something about myself.

Closing the lid to the piano as the club was beginning to clear out of everyone excluding the waitresses, bar tenders, and us musicians. I began gathering all my music sheets together as I watched everyone go into their own little social pods. Not that I don’t wanna become social with any other them. But a first impression of them flocking towards me in all directions to screw me wasn’t exactly a warm welcome.

Once my music was all put together. I knocked off my heels to switch over to my Jesus slippers so I could walk home comfortable. Do you think I walk from my house to the city in heels? I don’t even like being in some sort of heels in the first place. My preference is my Jesus slippers or my bare feet. I mostly garden in my bare feet so it’s safe to say that I really hate shoes.

Kobi the bassest and Chandler who played first chair trombone approached me as I placed my feet into my Jesus sandals. Kobi was rubbing the back of his neck as I waited for them to speak to me because obviously he was going to say something.

“Chandler and I were wanting to apologize for what happened when you first arrived here. Kind of got us all excited for a new member and we acted like wild dogs. I’m sorry.” Wait what? An apology? Kobi smacked Chandler's chest as he shot up from the ground.

“Yes Cora. We’re sorry..”

“It’s quite alright. Thank you for the apology.”

“Listen why not have a drink with us?” Chandler offered as I took a step off the stage with all my belongings.

“I don’t drink.”

“Then water. C’mon you have to socialize with us eventually and running off back to your house isn’t an option.” Kobi mentioned that both of them walked over to the bar along with the workers and other musicians. I mean a sprite does sound delicious and I could use the energy walking home.

I sat down on the bar stool as the tender was mixing all sorts of drinks for everyone. He stood in front of me and waited for me to give him some sort of answer. I get the feeling their eyes are shooting bullets at me for not drinking liquor. Look I know being a jazz musician you’re supposed to smoke and have a thing of Jack Daniels by your stand in order to fit the profile. But I’d rather have a really bubbly sprite and some grapes and we’re sitting.

“Just a sprite please.” I told him as he filled a tiny little glass of sprite for me.

“You work at a nightclub and you drink a sprite?” Chandler commented as I took a sip.

“I told you two I don’t drink.” It’s like talking to a brick wall. Like I said I will not socialize with these people and just come to work.

“Heys guys great news!” Theo jumped down from the stage and sashed himself over towards us.

“We got ourselves a new lead female singer by the name of Kyia Mair. Just graduated from Oberlin Conservatory of Music in Ohio. She said she was looking for a full time gig and bam! We got one!” HE clapped as he sat down on one of the stools.

“A round for everyone! Make it an Irish car bomb for everyone!” Theo pulled out his cash as everyone cheered as for free alcohol...for me I was slowly sipping sprite from my glass. I should’ve mentioned that I could’ve also sang..though it’s not excellent like Gaga or even Billie Holiday. But it’s decent.

The bartender placed the shot in front of me as my sipping through the straw began to go faster as I was trying to avoid the car bomb or whatever it was called in front of me. No..no I don’t drink. Drinking leads to drugs...drugs lead..lead...

“A shot isn’t going to kill you Cora. You gotta live a little.” Theo moved the shot in front of me as I kept sucking up more and more sprite till the glass was empty. My throat closed as I looked away from the shot. Time for me to head home and read some sort of book. Digging into my purse then my wallet to find some sort of cash.

“Tell ya what. Here’s twenty dollars on me for whatever you want and you guys never speak to me again that isn’t business related. Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go home. Goodnight everyone.” Telling them as they slapped the money on the bar and began my walk home.

Wrapping my arms around myself to place my binger down onto the ground to feel the warmth of the night rest on top of me. Taking in a deep breath as I dove into the inner layers of my confused train wreck of a mind. It felt like I was pushing the door shut of my past self trying to keep those memories shut.

Think of something nice Cora c’mon!

“I’m..I’m sorry. I.. I generally don’t hang out with civilians this much.” Civilians? DO I look like I’m in the army? Do I need to salute him or something?

Why is it that this tightly wound mailman by the name of Gardner is prancing around in my mind? Is this what a crush feels like? Heck I’ve never had my first kiss in my life with anyone! I’ve lived quite the solitude life for obvious reasons..and no one has ever had that kind of talk with me.

Stopping along the river as my upper body leaned over the railing. Surprisingly a warm gust of wind entwined itself around me as I just stared down into the dark water. The lights from the city began dancing upon the top of the river.

Mama Seymour wasn’t into the relationships because she was always busy with myself and my brothers and sisters. Mr. Lister..er Dad..may he rest in peace. He was just there for me in the end and never got around to this conversation. So I’ve got no idea what on earth I’m doing. Normally my ass would be running from this situation and just diving into a different situation. But..

I..I wanna dive..

This whack uptight mailman…

“Gard? What are you going?”

“I’m sorry. I heard you playing and I wanted to stay till the end.”

Someone tell me how the heck this is supposed to work? No mailman would just casually stay and let himself come inside the house. Not to mention he let me dry his socks after walking around in the rain. It’s not love...it’s just my heart rapidly beating out of my ribbed cages and spewing out all over the sidewalk! My right hand rested over my heart as I stood up standing tall.

Just keep calm..if you see him tomorrow just be nice and not do anything..

Walking back to the house to see that Angus was sitting in front of the front door sleeping soundly as I stood in front of the gate. Opening the gate woke him up and trot his way over to me. Sniffing my feet, licking my palm, and then walking back towards the door. For some unknown reason Angus loves to sit outside or sleep when I’m gone for work.

Sitting down on the porch steps as Angus sat up next to me then began licking my face, yet stopping when he had some of my makeup in his mouth. My nails softly scratched the top of his head as he laid back down next to me with his head resting on my thigh. Time to let my hair down, literally. Pulling apart the large black bow I had in my hair that was keeping at least some of it up to let my grande cluster mess known as my hair.

“C’mon Angus. Time for bed.” Kissing his forehead as we both got off the ground to walk inside and get ready for bed.

*Gards P.O.V.*

Wasn’t supposed to be 90 degrees today. Stupid weather! Looking up to place the mail in the box I noticed that I was right around the corner from Cora. I imagine she’s out in her garden planting or digging until it gets too hot.

Turning the corner then down the hill as I kept my eyes on what I could see but sadly trees we’re covering my view. Just keep going..wait. What should I say to her? Hey? Is it hot outside or what? Too cheesy? I’ll just be quiet, drop off her mail then moving on.

Is..is that Margaritaville? I don’t know much about music but I know Margaritaville whenever I hear it. I remember Dad and I would be on the boat washing it down and whenever this song would turn on, he would just go berserk. Cause ya know, it’s a Dad song.

“Wastin' away again in Margaritaville..Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt..Some people claim that there's a woman to blame..Now I think, hell, it could be my fault..” I could hear her singing as I got closer to the gate.

When I made it to her white gate. My head looked up. I saw that she was sitting in the front yard sitting in a beach chair. Her feet were in a kids plastic pool as Angus came around the corner to then step into the kids pool and watch me.

“GARD!” Cora cheered as she stood up to then stand in her pool. Opening the gate as I approached her as she kept herself in the pool.

“Want a drink? It’s kool aid.” She held out her glass as I shook my head.

“How’s the route on this stupidly hot day?” I shrugged as she offered me her seat. I sat down as she went around back to probably grab another chair. Placing my mail bag next to my chair as I watched Angus in the pool. He’s literally just laying down in the water with only his head laying on the rim. Coming back as she had one of those really colorful beach chairs. Opening it up then sticking her feet back into the pool as Angus was laying down in it.

“Gard relax for a little bit. It’s 90 degrees and there’s no way you’re not boiling alive.” Fair enough.

“While you get comfy. I think I got some sunglasses for ya.” Getting up again to go into her house. I took off my shoes then socks to stick my feet into the ice cold pool. I let out a very large sigh as my entire body relaxed. I should get a kids pool for Calvin and I because this is so relaxing.

She came back out with a glass of water and a pair of sunglasses. Smiling as I took them from her hands as she climbed back down into her seat then laying out in the sun.

“Thank you.” Telling her as I placed the sunglasses on my face then taking a sip of the cold water.

“No problemo Gard.” She smiled as she bent forward to splash some water on Angus who tried to eat the water she splashed him with. She looked so beautiful with the sun shining down on top of her. Coras skin was shining and her smile..it feels so genuine and contagious. Like if you’re not smiling you’re out of place. Not to mention she’s just so bubbly that..it’s a good feeling when I’m around her.

Blinking a few times as Angus got up from the pool to then shake himself as all the water splashed over Cora and I! If a dog could smirk I think Angus would. We both watched as he opened the screen door to then walk inside. What a dog.

“Sorry that my dog just gave you a shower.” She took off her glasses to whip off the water.

“I’m assuming that you taught him how to do that?” Asking her as she nodded. She put her glasses back on her face to look at me.

“Spoiled loveable child.” She shook her head as she went down to take a sip of her kool aid. I reached down for water to start drinking it.

“Glad you’re finally relaxing. Though it would never happen to Gard. You 're more wounded than a screw itself.” I’ve always had my own way of doing things and enjoyed my very..tight.. Schedule..But here Cora comes to basically destroy that schedule..and I’m kind of okay with it...

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course. I mean it’s great that you have such a tight schedule and you like to do things your way. But sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breath a little. Also have your feet chillin 'in a kiddie pool while you get a sun tan and take a break from the job.” I will say though we look a little silly sitting in her front yard. But I imagine her backyard is covered head to toe in veggies and flowers.

“If you keep working and not taking a second, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya. Sorry..didn’t mean to sound so preachy there holy crap.” She laughed at herself as I couldn’t stop looking at her. Why does she care so much? I know that about 90% of the people I deliver mail to don’t even know me. Trudy is the only one I talk to..and then she comes into play...and..

I..I want her to see the boat. I mean. She’s shown me her entire home and she’s yet to see mine. Wouldn’t you think she’d like to see mine? I know she’s asked but..I didn’t know what she would do if I told her I lived in a boat.

What do I say to her? Hey why don’t you come see my boat? Wanna see my boat? How do I make myself sound extremely creepy towards her? Her beautiful copper hair that was just all over the place shined beautifully. Cora’s smile kept making my heart skip a few beats as her fingers were messing with the book. I want her to come on my route so I can show her the boat. Don’t most women love boats?

“Wanna see my home?” Blurting out as she turned towards me then rose up in her chair.

“Sure. Let me get my keys.” She looked so adorable. A big Hawaiian shirt that had a tank top underneath, a cute pair of white shorts then her sandals. She walked inside her house as I finished chugging the water for the walk home.

“How long have you been a mailman?” She asked as she was walking backwards in front of me with her hair flapping with each step.

“Since I was eighteen. I was even a designated note passer for these two kids in school, kind of appropriate.” She looked so..pretty. Her hair shined, she walked with such a lovely step. As if she was almost skipping. How does someone be this happy all the time?

I found out that she’d been playing the piano since she was a kid. Umm she can make a mean lamb roast, and sells vegetables at farmers markets and even tries to get a stand at county and or State Fairs. I had no idea she was so resourceful. Is it weird that I kind of want her to make dinner for me so I can try this great lamb roast.

“It has a crap ton of garlic but don’t worry it works extremely well together.” She was so passionate about her cooking and bubbly. Most women I know who are my age who can’t even cook spaghetti.

“What side dish?”

“Marinated white beans. You’ll have to come over for dinner sometime and you’ll be leaving ten pounds heavier!” She laughed as we turned down my street. Oh boy. How is she going to react that I live in my boat instead of inside with Calvin.

“Here we are.” Telling her as she began walking in the driveway.

“Umm Cora.” I stopped right next to the ladder that led me inside my home. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes then back at me. I began walking towards the ladder to climb in.

“The nameless grace.” She pointed out as I halted.

“Huh.” Turning around as she had her arms crossed.

“You do know boats are meant to have names right? There was this one boat that was always docked and it’s name was Floppy Wenis!” I mean I’ve heard of some weird one in my books when I’m trying to sleep. I think there was one called Buoyoncé and another called The Cod Mile.

I climbed up into the sailboat as she followed right behind me. Glad I got the place cleaned up before going to bed last night. Not that it was dirty or had underwear all over the place. Crouching down into the sailboat to stand straight up as she poked her head in.

“Cute. I love what you’ve done with the place.” Cora giggled as she held out her hand so she wouldn’t fall flat on her face. Helping her inside as she kept a hold of my hand. They were a little cold but extremely soft to the touch. Wait..I’m still holding them!

“I’m sorry!” Walking over to the radio as I turned it on for some soft acoustic song to start playing.

“I sit there. You can sit anywhere else.” Telling her as I tossed my bag on the other side of the booth table. I placed the sunglasses she’d given me on the table right where I usually sit.

“Gard this is so homey. Really love what you’ve done with the sailboat. Also the ferns that hang off the railings.” She commented as it made me smile. Cora looked around to then sit down across from me on the bench.

“Thank you.” Molding my fingers together as I made my thumbs started going in small circles.

“So do you have a thing for not sleeping in houses? Ready for some sort of flash flood coming here and all of us vanishing overnight?” Very funny.

“I’ve liked boats. SO why not live in one.” Shrugging as she raised her eyebrow right at me. Yeah figured she wouldn’t accept that excuse.

“Why not live with Calvin then? I mean I love my sunflowers but you don’t see me sleeping in the middle of my garden.” Fair point. She put her legs up close to her chest waiting for some kind of response from me.

“I came from school one day and my parents were gone. The house was empty. The only thing they left behind was this boat. So I moved it to Calvins driveway. His parents took me in.” I somehow get this feeling she can sort of relate. I’m not sad about it anymore and have moved on. But...sometimes I keep thinking they’ll come back for the boat even after all these years just to say hi. A pipe dream and realistically impossible. But wouldn’t it be nice. Her face that was once filled with bubbles just turned into concern and somewhat saddened. I didn’t mean to make her feel sad..just wanted to be honest.

“Any luck trying to find them?” Her voice cracked a little as she stared directly at me.

“What would I say?”

“Something I would Gard. Why? Why have me if you wanted to run?” Shaking her head at her own comment as she looked at the wall then back at me.

“If we’re being open with one another. I sadly don’t remember my mother at all. Either she died of childbirth or just left right after I was born. Father was a..an extreme druggie who ended up..ah doesn’t matter. Oh what do we have here.” She grabbed one of my binders of my stamp collections to start going through them. I noticed on her ankle looked like some kind of old scar around the ankle. Probably none of my business.

“I love this one so far. Ya know I wasn’t going to make the assumption that you collected stamps due to the fact you were a mailman. But I gotta ask. Why stamps?” Nothing is more cliche than a mailman collection stamp. Cora’s eyes looked so passionate while she skimmed through all my stamps.

“It’s just this endless potential that sits within these little tiny squares. Kind of wonder where they could’ve gone sometimes when I look at them. Always wondered what people would’ve said in these letters, though no one writes letters anymore. But if they did, they need one of those.” I’ve...I’ve never had the chance to fully tell someone about my stamps before. I mean besides Calvin and my friends down at the office when we have our meetings. But she seems so interested in them and letting me vent about them.

“I’m going to assume you’ve got a favorite?” My eyes drifted over to The Duke as I motioned her to come over and look. She got off the bench to squat a few inches next to me. So close I could see deep into those sparkling dark blue pools.

“So why is the shirtless man so special?”

“That my dear friend is The Duke, King of the Longboard. You have your Elvis china and I have my stamps, sort of the Elvis of my collection.”

“Why? What’s so special about Mr. Duke?”

“It’s a misprint.”

“Wait what?” She giggled to take another look at the stamp.

“It’s a misprint. It’s the only one in the world. His longboard is upside. See?” She nodded as our heads were almost butting into each other.

“Well..son of a biscuit. What a misprint.” My throat unexpectedly dried up quicker than I expected as we just kept smiling at each other.

Slowly moving towards each other as our lips finally made contact. Her beautiful lips sent shivers up and down my body. I’m too afraid to touch her or even do anything..last girl I kissed was a bet in High School..I could feel my face turning dark red as I cupped her face in my hands.

Cora abruptly backed away from against the wall with her finger types on her lips. Gulping as her eyes were widened. She was going to say something but kept falling short of words.

“I’m..I’m sorry..I..” Spinning around to dash out of the boat and almost tripping trying to get out.

“Wait Cora!” I was about to sprint out towards her but she must’ve knocked over the sunglasses because they made a loud cracking sound in my feet.

No...no..I didn’t ruin it did I!? Looking at the time as I realized that it was already after four...I’ll keep my bag for the night then when I do my route tomorrow I’ll just deliver whatever else I didn’t get the chance to deliver.

Should probably go inside and try to act normal. Although I imagine Calvin will be having a field day because today is his day off. Climbing out of the boat then down the ladder as I tried to keep myself panicking in front of Calvin. He’s going to go on and on about approaching her and how to get her into bed. Not exactly what I’m going for.

I made it through the front door then into the kitchen where Calvin already had dinner ready. And now I just realized that I’m extremely late for dinner. This should be absolutely fun to deal with.

“Sorry I’m late Cal.” Sitting down at the dining room table but he didn’t turn around to say anything to me. But only letting out a big sigh.

“Cal!” He smacked the eggplant on the plate as he was about to say something.

“My eggplant parmesan is congealing.” I’m not quite sure if I’m even in the mood for eggplant. Vietnamese or Greek just sounds better than eggplant.

“I had to work late.”

“Am I living in a house of lies! You come through that door everyday at 5:29 pm on the dot for the past six years, and who was that guy with the 80s hair band running from your boat?” She’s not in a hair band? I mean obviously I knew he would catch me but she’s not even a man, Cora just has beautiful humongous hair. Which I imagine is super soft.

“It was a woman.” Never thought I would have to say that.

“My man! She smokes your hogan?”

“I don’t think so and what does that even mean?” What does smoking your hogan your mean? Like..a..I don’t even wanna think about it.

“Where did you meet her?”

“Work.”

“Is she a mailman?” She’s far too beautiful to be a carrier.

“Carrier and no she’s a customer. Her name is Cora.”

“Whoa whoa whoa. Is she an old lady?”

“No.”

“Lady of the night?”

“No!”

“Housewife?”

“Single and no. She lives by herself.”

“Single, her own home and on the route nice! So okay theres lots of ingredients here for a very erotic role-play situation.”

“You gonna see her again?”

“Probably tomorrow.”

“You nervous?” Shaking my head as Cal saw right through it.

“You must not like her if you’re not nervous.”

“I’m a little nervous.” More like shaking in my own shoes from the fact that I don’t wanna mess this up.

“All right okay lets get a good solid plan together. This is you and this is her.” He was messing with the table mats.

“No no I don’t wanna plan this.” Last time Cal had one of his plans he ended up spilling the nacho cheese all over the girls jeans. Yeah never letting him plan anything dealing with my love life.

“Well you’re gonna need a plan or you’re just gonna get passed over like celery at the salad bar.”

“I just wanna let it happen.”

“Alright if that’s your play.” He began reading through his magazine of Martha Stewart recipes and home diy.

I really don’t wanna mess this up..she’s absolutely fantastic..just the thought of her..oh boy what have I gotten myself into now.

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ruels-bucket-hat · 4 years

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JOKE

Part thirteen

Master list

I had refused to answer Ashton back. What harm will it do? Absolutely none. Other than this aching pain in the pit of my stomach that I can only describe as dread. I was supposed to be meeting Liam in some secret location anyway, which will hopefully distract me from my phone. But I was still sitting in front of my report book, conflicted over what to write down. The words on the paper didn’t come together. There was so much to write about with Shawn, but I was put here to convict Ruel- and so far, I had nothing on him. I didn’t even know what position of power he had. That was going to be something I had to work on: uncovering Ruel’s involvement.

Time passed as I took my pencil to the page. Once it hit 3 PM, I put everything away. I had written out my obvious info, like the dock, and some of the names of members I was introduced to. My conscience could not decide what to put down over the deal made between me and Shawn. He could easily have the place searched since Ruel knew where I lived now. But I couldn’t just ignore it.

Ash: I’m sorry for bothering you. I thought this was Leah. I might have the wrong number.

Of course, when he thinks it’s someone else is when he starts using grammar. Another ding hits my phone. I rolled my eyes before looking at my device.

Kara: im picking you up, text me your secret address thing

Me: wait why?

Kara: ...so i know where to pick you up

Me: i meant WHY are you picking me up

Kara: OHHHHH im taking you out

Kara: were supposed to be hangin out anyway cus of ur thing

Me: im meeting liam

Kara: no, ur meeting me ;)

Me: what

Kara: ur address?

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A loud, and quite obnoxious, honk came from the outside. It was Kara’s favorite thing. Most people forget the car horn exists, well, I do at least. But Kara, she uses the horn for everything. And I mean everything. There was one time we were both in the car, I was driving by the way, in the drive thru to some fast food restaurant. Apparently, the line was not going fast enough for her, which she decided to take action by reaching across the dash and into my driving space to honk. Another honk blows before I even had time to make it out the door.

I walked out and found an unfamiliar car parked on the side of the road, with Kara inside. It kind of shocked me a little bit, since it looked very close to the model’s at the mansion. I opened the passenger side door with confusion. “What is this?” I asked while getting into the seat.

Kara rolled her eyes, “It’s not permanent. My car is in the shop.”

“So, your car broke down, and you decided to rent one that was five times nicer than the one you currently have?” I buckled in. “Nice,” I said with a monotone voice. She hummed in agreement, giving the illusion of pride. “Did something happen to Liam?”

“No, I was called by the station. They wanted me to come instead so it would look less suspicious or something.” Kara drove forward. “I was also supposed to give you this,” she reached her hand to the backseat. “Can you?” she pointed back and moved her eyes to watch the road.

I pulled the seatbelt over my head and turned to the back seat. It took a few moments of searching to find what she was grabbing for, the bumpy road was no help with that. Then I spotted it. “Where’d you find this?” I sat back down and lowered my head.

“Oh, I didn’t find it,” Kara’s attitude became more serious. “You know who gave me that? It was Liam. You wanna know why Liam had it? Because I was wondering how he had it too. Anyways, there was suspicious activity detected at the docks last night. Liam found that, said it looked familiar and asked if I recognized it. Is that or is it not your shirt?”

I clutched the dried fabric in my hands, staying silent.

“WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING AT THE DOCKS?!” Kara yelled, startling me. “You’re supposed to be doing this undercover job, A DANGEROUS ONE AT THAT, and you go and start fooling around?!”

“I was NOT fooling around!” I defended myself.

“Then what was your shirt doing at the docks?” Kara calmed down for a second.

“I- I fell in…”

Kara focused on the road ahead of us, “That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Can you please just trust me on this? I wasn’t fooling around, I swear.”

After a minute of silence Kara finally spoke, “Okay.” A flood of relief washed over me. “We’re here.”

I stepped out of the vehicle. We were at the gallery. The same one where my first encounter with Ruel was at. Kara locked the car and headed towards the side entrance. Following behind her, the same rush of emotions I felt from that day started to come back. Goosebumps crept over my arms. Even though there has been some time since the event, it was lingering in the back of my mind. It’s hard to think that I went to breakfast, I guess forced would be a better way to word it, with the same person who held a gun to my head just a few days before.

Kara unlocked the gallery’s door and let me in first. “Go to my office,” she directed me. Her office was closer to the back of the gallery, meaning we were going to have to walk through the whole place. This was something that I was not excited to do. We walked past the area where the encounter happened. I felt myself start sweating, which I found odd. I’ve been through worse, but I felt nervous to be here. New York had so much trauma that never affected me like this, or maybe it’s all being built up. My heart started racing and it got cold. I didn’t understand what’s happening to me physically.

“Leah?” Kara sounded concerned.

I brought myself back to reality, “Yes?”

“You look a little pale, did you eat anything today?” Kara fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock her office.

I nodded, “I had some french toast for breakfast.”

Kara stood up from crouching over the lock and opened the door. “You realize that it’s four in the afternoon, right?” I brushed her off and entered after her. She went behind her desk and pulled out a file. “These are all of the special exhibits, pieces, really anything valuable or worthwhile. I’m guessing there’s something in here that Ruel and his crowd were after. I’m not sure exactly what, but they knew I had some kind of information.”

I took the file from her grasp. “You want me to take this?”

“I’ve got another copy, plus one on my computer,” Kara shrugged.

“Thank you.”

“I just thought it might be helpful.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sure it will be. I think I’m going to be getting more information tomorrow, so this will be helpful to get an understanding if they mention any of these pieces or exhibits,” I smiled.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yup, Ruel is dragging me out at 7 AM.”

“Why?”

“No clue,” I answered.

Kara looked like she wanted to say something, but stopped herself. She took in a sharp breath and came around her desk. “Just-” she stopped herself. She stood right in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders and did a slight squeeze. “Just don’t get too caught up in it all. Remember, you’re Leah, not whatever part you’re playing.”

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#sorry it took so long to post #ive got 3 more chapters i have done in the drafts so those will be coming out throughout the day #ruel van dijk #one ruel #oneruel #kaykay writes #ruel fic #ruel vincent van dijk #joke ruel #ruel #ruel fanfic #ruel fanfiction

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madiladi7 · 5 years

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Happy Halloween, Mao Mao!

Hello! This is for a Halloween writing exchange run by @maomaosmother ! You should check them out if you’re a fan of the show Mao Mao!

This story was written for @Fireinthered

I also want to tag @shapeshiftinterest on an unrelated note.

Request details: King Snugglemane hosting a haunted house for the sweeties and Mao Mao not believing anything there would be scary but being proved wrong. (The sky pirates should definitely be invited, they don’t even have to be main or relevant characters)

Please enjoy! I hope you like it!

10/24/19

Word count: 2554

The giant, foreboding house looms over the surrounding trees, which pale in comparison despite dwarfing the shack in height. The great trees of the forest outside the town of Pureheart are possibly generations old, yet the structure nestled beside them seems to have surpassed them in age. The wooden body of what once was a dwelling place are rotted and blackened, long abandoned by termites and the like. The old bones of the house creak and moan with every slight breeze that rushes past. The house even sounds like it’s haunted. The window frames don’t even have a trace of glass left in them, not even a shard protruding from the wood. A rotting, ancient looking door, or what’s left of it, stands between the forest and whatever lies in wait inside; it almost looks to be disintegrating, falling apart with every moment that passes. The roof is slanted, filthy and soggy, almost caving into itself with every sagging shingle, several of which are simply missing, gone with time. The sad remnants of a chimney poke out through what remains of the roof, missing most of its stones.

It’s almost hard to imagine that something like this resides so close to Pureheart, a place bustling with life and smiling faces; it’s even harder to imagine how this place is still standing, albeit barely.

And this is where the king has made his haunted house?

“Admit it, dude, this is insanely cool.”

Badgerclops nods in approval, smiling down at Mao Mao, who is clearly not as enthused about all this as he is. Mao Mao seems to be a little more uptight than usual tonight. Maybe because it’s late, or maybe because he’s secretly impressed. Whatever the reason may be, he keeps his eyes forward, glowering at the king’s handiwork.

“-Hah! You think this is scary? Pathetic. Something as cheesy as this could never scare a brave hero, such as myself. King Snugglemane should have spent less time galavanting around and more time putting together something really scary. Isn’t that right, Adorabat?”

...Adorabat doesn’t answer.

“Adorabat…?”

Badgerclops and Mao Mao turn around to find Adorabat trembling with… excitement? Her eyes are like stars as she gapes at the decrepit shack. Mao Mao can tell with just a glance that this isn’t going to be a simple patrol after all.

“This… Looks… SO COOL!”

“I know, right? I literally just said that.”

“Now, hold on, Adorabat-”

“Can we go in?! Can we, can we? I wanna see the zombies and ghosts and chainsaws and blood and dentists and-”

Adorabat’s rapid, excitement filled begging are cut short by Mao Mao, hushing her in an attempt to keep the trio on track that night.

“Adorabat, no. We’re on duty, remember? The king just had to build his haunted house in the middle of the forest, which is home to monsters, like a ridiculous amount of monsters. Stay focused.”

Adorabat frowns, most of her excitement wavering with every word that Mao Mao speaks. She wants to see the haunted house, she just can’t help it. Her little heart is set on enjoying herself tonight.

“Come on, Mao, it’s Halloween, let her have some fun. I can’t think of a better place for a five year old than a disgusting house in the middle of the woods. Look at her, she wants it so bad.”

At this point, Adorabat breaks out her secret weapon, which also happens to be Mao Mao’s greatest weakness: The puppy-eyes. Her giant eyes sparkle with faint tears in the moonlight. Badgerclops and Mao Mao both feel like they’ve been punched in the gut with cuteness. It’s super effective. Mao Mao has lost the will to resist her any more.

Mao Mao pinches the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tight as he prepares to make a decision he knows he’ll regret. After a long, exasperated sigh, he finally caves. The battle has been won.

“...Fine, fine. You can go through the king’s haunted house.”

Adorabat almost explodes with happiness as all of her previously lost excitement returns to her. She takes flight, squealing her thanks to Mao Mao and Badgerclops as her little wings carry her to the entrance. She quickly disappears into the darkness.

Badgerclops’ triumphant smile wavers as he glances at Mao Mao, noticing the worry written all over his face. Mao Mao is pretty good at hiding his worry or fear, but Badgerclops is even better at seeing through his facade. To Badgerclops, Mao Mao is like an open book. Besides, he isn’t as good at looking brave as he thinks he is.

“...I wouldn’t worry about it, man. All the monsters sleep at night anyways.”

“We still have to be vigilant, Badgerclops. We go to sleep at night too, and look at us now, still awake and wandering through the forest at an ungodly hour... I don’t want Adorabat to be scared either. Plus it’s way past her bedtime.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Mao, she’s tough. Adorabat will probably scare whatever’s in that gross shack. She scares me sometimes.”

Mao Mao chuckles slightly, silently relenting to Badgerclops’ attempts to put him at ease. Maybe this whole ordeal won’t be so bad after all. Despite the fact that Mao Mao would rather be asleep right now, he’s glad that Adorabat is enjoying herself.

“Ah, Sheriff, there you are! What do you think of my beautiful creation? It’s a great success with the Sweetypies! I’m assuming they all love it by all the screaming and crying.”

King Snugglemane giddily approaches Mao Mao and Badgerclops, his luxurious fur blowing gently in the cold October breeze. His cape billows behind him with every step towards the duo. If nothing else, the king certainly knows how to make an entrance (and a haunted house).

“It certainly is something, my liege,” Mao Mao cheesily bows towards the king as he greets him.

“Adorabat went inside a little while ago. I’m sure she’s loving it.”

“Yes, that little one would like something like this, wouldn’t she? Strange one. Anyhow, I’m glad she’s enjoying herself, as she should. I’m glad I happened upon this wretched little place, it’s made the perfect haunted house.”

Mao Mao’s focus on the conversation is broken slightly as Ol’ Blue, accompanied by Penny and Benny, happily walk by. A glimpse of their conversation can be heard from where the three are standing. “I’m so impressed!” Blue merrily states, cueing Penny and Benny to nod vigorously in agreement, still holding hands. Mao Mao’s mood sours considerably after hearing that, following Blue with his piercing eyes until his focus is brought back by Badgerclops’ voice.

“It must have taken sooooooo much work to make your haunted house look this nasty, I could never. Manual labor is the spookiest thing I can think of.”

Badgerclops’ trademark laughter is somewhat interrupted by Snugglemane’s disgust filled sputtering, confusing the two as the king waves his hands dramatically back and forth at them.

“Ew, no. Good heavens, I think not. You two honestly think that I could make something that horrid? Honestly, what do you take me for? I found the house in this condition, of course. How absurd of you.”

Now this intrigues Mao Mao, but mostly concerns him. That can’t possibly be right. He stares in disbelief at the king as a sickening feeling of dread rises in his stomach.

“Wait, you found this place, just like this? That doesn’t make any sense. What is this place? Did somebody live here?”

“Goodness, I don’t know! I was doing my bi-weekly frollicking through the deep dark woods when I stumbled upon this place. It was disgusting and absolutely pitiable, so naturally, it reminded me of you peasants. You folk enjoy romping around in garbage, yes? Anyway, I have no idea where it came from or who it belonged to, though I suppose now it’s mine.”

With a haughty shrug, the king utters a quick goodbye and obliviously goes on his merry way, leaving Mao Mao and Badgerclops in his royal wake. Could Snugglemane really be that stupid? He stumbles on a horrible, broken, abandoned house, and the first thing he does is make it into a tourist attraction, bringing all the Sweetypies to play in it.

Mao Mao can feel his eyes twitch manically, his temper rising with every moment that passes. He was fine with staying out this late at night to ensure everyone’s safety, but that was under the assumption that the king’s haunted house wasn’t a rickety, sagging death trap. It could collapse at any moment!

Mao Mao’s face is now as red as his cape, and his gloved paws are clenched tightly into fists. Badgerclops soon takes notice, a fair amount of worry on his face as well. The two of them seem to be kicked into high gear as a certain realization dawns on both of them at once:

Adorabat is still in that disgusting house.

A loud, droning creak erupts from the building, instantly grabbing Mao Mao and Badgerclops’ attention. They have to get the Sweetypies out of that house.

“Badgerclops, we have to evacuate the haunted house. Those Sweetypies don’t stand a chance.”

“That’s a little intense, but you’re totally right, dude. They’re so clumsy and dumb, they might bring the house down, especially if Pinky’s in there.”

Without another word, Badgerclops’ metal arm transforms into arguably his favorite tool, the megaphone. He takes a deep breath, and then loudly shouts into the megaphone, grabbing the attention of everyone outside of the house.

“Attention! The king’s haunted house is unstable as heck, and you should definitely not go inside anymore, gosh. -Hey, I’m talking to you too, Chubbum, get outta here. It’s past your bedtime, I’m tired and I’m going home.”

The Sweetypies all look pretty disappointed, but begin to disperse and make their way back to town. Badgerclops’ arm hesitantly reverts back to normal as he turns to face Mao Mao, who’s doing a quick head count of the retreating citizens.

“There are still a couple of them inside of the house. Dang it, didn’t they hear the megaphone?!”

Mao Mao’s voice is fast and annoyed, as well as concerned, reflecting his mood incredibly well. He begins stomping towards the building in a huff and Badgerclops wordlessly follows, ducking under the broken door frame as they enter. The two of them immediately start trying to round up more people, but doing so is suddenly much harder.

Compared to the inside of the house, the forest outside is extremely well lit. Even Mao Mao’s cat eyes are having trouble adjusting to the thick darkness that surrounds them, finding it challenging to look ahead more than a couple of feet. The only source of light in the house are the beams of moonlight that shine through the various cracks and holes in the roof.

“Adorabat? It’s time to leave! Adorabat!”

Mao Mao tries calling out to Adorabat, but to no avail. Somehow their voices aren’t carrying through the house, despite being able to hear a pin drop, not to mention the fact that the house has more holes than swiss cheese. Nothing about this house is soundproof, in fact it’s a miracle the walls are still standing.

“Hey, Pinky! Get back here, the haunted house is closed!”

Pinky’s cackling laughter echoes throughout the house as Badgerclops sighs dramatically before chasing after him. A few other giggles are able to be heard along with Pinky’s. Badgerclops is almost completely out of sight as his voice rings through a side hallway leading to the voices.

“I’ll get them, dude. Just find Adorabat so we can get out of here. I’m so tired!”

Before Mao Mao can even protest, Badgerclops is gone, leaving him all along in the darkness. Thankfully, his eyes are starting to adjust, allowing him to see a dark, foreboding hallway just a few feet in front of him. Gulping down his fear, Mao Mao begins to make his way down the hall, further into the inky blackness despite his brain telling him not to. Even so, he carries on, setting aside his uncertainty for Adorabat’s sake.

Mao Mao’s arm hovers over the sword at his side without really knowing why, feeling more and more anxious with every step that he takes. His ears ring with the sound of echoing creaks and groans of the building, making him even more uneasy. His heartbeat pounds against his ribcage as his eyes scan what lies ahead, not that he can see very much of it. He wouldn’t be surprised if this hall turned out to be a dead end. Judging from the state of the rest of the house, rubble or debris could easily be blocking his path.

“Adorabat...! Come on, it isn’t safe in here!”

Mao Mao’s voice comes out sounding kind of pathetic, wavering a bit at the end of his shout, causing his face to contort into a cringe. This silly fear is so unlike him, but whether he likes it or not, an icy dread has filled his body. He doesn’t know what’s come over him, but he does his best to push his cowardice away, straightening up and holding his head up high.

His body almost has trouble moving forward, yet he continues to walk further in, arms gently sliding against the walls to guide him through. He can almost see the end of the hallway, just barely able to make out a different area. A little bit of relief floods his senses; maybe this isn’t so bad. In fact, he’s almost sure now that he’ll stumble upon Adorabat any second now. There’s absolutely nothing to fear, right?

“BOO!”

Terror.

Pure, unfiltered terror fills Mao Mao to the brim as Adorabat jumps out from god knows where, almost causing him to fall to the ground from the surprise. His fur instantly poofs out (more than you’d think was possible) and his pupils shrink into thin black slits, darting from place to place at a ridiculous speed, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Mao Mao slowly regains his composure and bearing on the situation, but not before taking out his sword out of habit and swinging it around haphazardly, screaming in a surprisingly high pitch the whole time, narrowly missing Adorabat with his wild slices. There’s almost no hallway left by the time Mao Mao is done with it, most likely about to collapse from the damage to the structure.

A couple of moments go by, void of any sound or movement whatsoever.

Adorabat doesn’t move.

Mao Mao doesn’t move.

The house even stops creaking for a couple of seconds as the two of them stare at each other.

“...Gotcha?”

“ADORABAT.”

Bonus:

The sky pirates’ mouths almost hit the forest floor when they see what’s happened to the building they’ve been squatting at. It somehow looks even worse than it did before they left for the night to go scavenging. At least it looked vaguely like a house before! Now it just looks like a heap of gross old wood on the ground, totally irredeemable and inhabitable. It only takes a couple of moments for them to all notice how much trash has been left on the ground as well. Whoever came and trashed their shelter did not care about the environment.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

#Mao Mao #Heros of Pureheart #Halloween #Badgerclops #Adorabat #King Snugglemane

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toviitaffee · 5 years

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It Was Meant to be Perfect

Fun fact, this fic did not turn out how I initially Imagined it. It started off as too much angst to the point where I couldn’t write it without bursting into tears. Either way, I hope you enjoy this mess! It’s midnight and I wanna post my writing that shouldn’t see the light of day but I tend to overshare! Please don’t kill me

Warnings!: [I’m stating it here that there are a lot of misleading warnings but I rather give them because they are technically in the story.] Bad writing probably, ANGST, mention of abuse (very brief), Anxiety/Panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a car accident (nondescriptive), Character death (but not really).

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety

Summary: It’s a lovely evening on the day of Roman’s and Virgil’s third anniversary of being together. Except things don’t go quite as planned.

Word Count: 1,791

That night was possibly the most beautiful night Roman has ever had the chance to view. He couldn't help but stand on the balcony for a little while to admire as the sun slowly sunk below the skyline. The city would slowly begin to calm it's daylight activities and turn its life to adjust to the darkness of the sky. This city was a city that never slept, and Roman loved it. His eyes turned to the sky above where the lovely light blue was already long gone, replaced by a navy hue so close to black yet still not there. A stray thought passed within his mind, wondering how beautiful the stars would look if he didn't live in the middle of a city.

Once the sun completely disappeared from view, leaving just a slither of light over the horizon, the brunette turned to go back inside of his apartment. He still had work to do to make this evening perfect. After all, it isn't every day you celebrate a three year anniversary with your absolutely adorable boyfriend. Neither do you plan to propose to said boyfriend on just any day of the year. Roman simply couldn't allow for today not to be perfect and thankfully the universe decided to grace him with perfect weather for this perfect evening.

The dinner was already finished, it might've been pizza but it was homemade. Not by him of course, Roman was a disaster in the kitchen, he asked for Patton's assistance with that part of his plan. He did, however, pick out the wine and managed not to mess up when preparing store-bought garlic bread. The table was set up, candles and flowers and all. That was just Roman's style though, be as cheesy and Romantic as one can be. With roughly thirty minutes to spare before Virgil would be back home from work, everything was in place and has been double-checked.

Roman was just about to put in the disk of classical music he borrowed from Logan to provide a calming atmosphere for both of them, though mostly with Virgil's anxiety in mind when his phone rang. It startled him with how much he was focusing on all of this but he didn't dwell for long on that shock, choosing to answer the phone sooner rather than later. The person calling was none other than Roman's significant other.

"Hey, babe! I'm guessing you finished your shift and are now on your way back to your one and only beloved right?" the brunette exclaimed into the phone the second he picked up, earning a snort from the other side. That was a good sign, it meant the man on the other end of the line was in just as good spirits as Roman himself was.

"Duh Princey, as much as I hate that job I wouldn't actually call you during work hours. You can quit being nervous about whatever cheesy thing you... created for our anniversary, I should be back in ten-ish minutes," Virgil replied, the sound of the busy street he was on evident both through his slightly uncertain voice as well as the typical traffic noises the phone always picked up.

"How the heck did you know I was planning something?!" Roman said in a voice that resembled a squeak more than anything. He thought that maybe he slipped or Patton or Logan did and what was supposed to be a surprise wouldn't be as surprising anymore. Then again maybe it was better that Virgil knew, he never did like surprises anyway.

"Maybe because I know just how much of a gay mess you tend to be? Ro, I'd be worried about your health if you didn't have anything planned," the other man replied with amusement lacing his voice. It was always fun for him to tease Roman until there was absolutely nothing else he could find to tease him about. It was a fun dynamic to deal with even if they end up arguing over stupid things as a result. In a way, the arguments brought them closer together.

"Well, true. But you don't know what I'm actually doing right?" Roman asked quietly, glancing at the decorated table with slight panic and nerves rising.

"No, of course, I-" the other began to reply before nothing but the traffic could be heard from the other side. This only brought more panic to Roman because Virgil never just stopped in the middle of a sentence without a reason. Something was wrong.

"Virgil? Hey, what's going on? Why'd you cut off so suddenly?" the panic in his voice was evident, there was no point to hide it then. Virgil knew that Roman wasn't the greatest when dealing with panic attacks because he would worry too much about whatever caused it and the after-effects on the body. He just wanted his boyfriend to be safe. The silence only stretched on. It was finally broken by panicked breathing and the sound of running.

"V? Talk to me Storm Cloud, please. You need to breathe," Roman couldn't help but trail off. What was he supposed to do? Sure he dealt with Virgil's panic attacks in the past but never over the phone. Never when Virgil was running through the city in a blind panic unresponsive to Roman's call. There was just more silence for a few more seconds before a shaky whisper broke it. Virgil wasn't running anymore but it was obvious he wasn't walking at a leisurely pace either.

"H-he... He was there... Ro what if - What if he saw me?" Vigil managed to stutter out, not once managing to grasp control over his breathing while doing so. Roman was beyond panicked now but he could no longer show this worry to his boyfriend in the state he was in right now. He knew immediately who Virgil meant. His shitty excuse of an abusive father, the reason behind Virgil's many psychological issues.

"Even if he saw you, he can't do anything to you, alright? You're in a crowded place, there's the restraining order, you're safe. Please, go into one of the stores nearby so I know you're safe from your own panic. Tell me where you are and I'll come to get you. It won't be more than five minutes if I run yeah?" Roman was trying to keep his voice level and calm. He was trying to do something, anything to make sure Virgil would be safe. He was already halfway through putting on his shoes when he added another instruction to the other person. "Remember your breathing thing. In for four, hold for seven and out for eight, right?" By now, Roman was ready to leave, "Where are you?" he asked again, almost begging for a response to this one simple question.

"I- Oh God no! He's there Ro, he can see me, I know it!" With that quiet, panicked whisper, everything that Roman said that somewhat worked to begin to ease the panic shattered. Virgil was running again. He was breathing even more sporadically now. And Roman still had no idea where he was when he left their apartment building.

"Virgil, please, just tell me where you are! I'm already on the streets so I'll be there to protect you soon okay? I just need to know where to go," Roman went back to pleading. He decided that heading in the direction of Virgil's work would work for now. They both knew the path like the back of their hands. They dropped each other off to work as well as picked each other up often enough to have it memorized. Even in panic, Virgil's subconsciousness would lead him along the familiar path... right? He still wasn't responding to anything so Roman just ran, keeping his phone connected to Virgil's, in case he would get more information.

He never did get a response over the line. Roman managed to find Virgil on his own, running through a confused crowd. Why were they all just ignoring his obvious panic? Why did none of them stop him from running? Roman's mind was spinning in fear as he could do nothing but watch the love of his life trip and fall. No. This couldn't be happening. But even with his eyes closed he could hear nothing but the screeching tires, a collision and the distinct sound of a call ending. Roman was stuck there, standing with his eyes closed in complete shock. This hasn't just happened. It couldn't be real, it couldn't, it couldn't--!

"Roman?" the voice startled him back to reality. It was Patton, speaking over the phone. His eyes snapped open, awaiting to be faced with a devastating crash in front of him but nothing of the sorts was there. He imagined it. He went into panic himself to the point where he imagined the worst possible outcome of this situation. It sounded downright ridiculous in hindsight.

"Yeah Patton?" Roman answered, his voice shaking as he checked who the caller was. It was still Virgil's phone. Patton must've found him then. Roman found that he could breathe again at the thought.

"I've got Virgil so don't worry. Knowing you, you're probably not too far from where we are right kiddo? We're in the little book store five minutes away from your apartment so come and get yourself over here. Don't rush too much though! I could hear just how terrified you've gotten when I took Virgil's phone from him," Patton's voice was just as cheery and reassuring as always. Roman managed to sigh in relief. Everything was fine. Though he knew he wouldn't keep the sound of screeching tires away from his dreams for a few nights. With that thought, he headed to the location Patton gave him.

So maybe his evening didn't go quite as planned but they made the best of what was left of it one they both calmed down and Patton left them on their own. Pizza still happened, just while being cuddled within many, many blankets on the couch while they marathoned Disney movies. It was obvious neither of them would be able to sleep for a while yet, too caught up in the images still trying to fog over both of their consciousness'. Roman still also managed to propose, kind of. He simply promised that he will always be there to protect Virgil, no matter what, before he slipped a box with matching bands into Virgil's hand. As to why it held matching bands rather than a single engagement ring? Well, to Virgil, weddings were overrated, so why get married when it doesn't define love. The bands were just a promise between them and that was enough for them both.

#prinxiety #ts sides #sanders side fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders mention #tw mention of abuse #tw car accident #tw character death #its actually hard to tag because the tags are missleading but they got to be there #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #hurt/comfort #happy ending #i promise it ends well

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Hi! Im relatively new to your blog, found you thru the princess & warlock story today. Happy 1300! Prompt; cats are always meowing at (character). House cats stray cats friends' cats even that one time at the zoo. They figure hey, cats are just cute chatty little friends, but really they always had something important to say.

Thank you! Also, you accidentally picked one of my favorite things in the world to write about, so this got loooong.

Cats. Cats always chat at me. It’s been going on for most of a year. I have no idea why. Every stray cat I see has to walk up to me and chatter at me. It’s to the point where I carry kitty treats.

My friend, Tara, has three cats and they all have to come meow at me. Every time I come over. It’s a cacaphony of meowing for like five minutes. Tara says they’re usually pretty quiet, and they almost never meow unless, like, something’s up. (Sometimes ‘something’s up’ means ‘there’s a coat hanger on my favorite cushion’ because, well, cats.)

Maybe it’s a pheromone thing? Cats think I smell like someone they need to talk to? They’re pretty friendly.

(Sometimes I think they’re trying to cheer me up because my old cat, the General, passed away. It’s kind of nice and kind of sad to think about at the same time, so I don’t think about it too often.)

It’s kind of fun to go to the zoo. Cheetahs meow, did you know? It’s cute as heck! “Who’s the fastest land mammal?” “Meow. Meow!”

Tigers, uh, do not meow, honestly. I mean they are really big, like, chesty animals so they have a kind of deep growl, but they kind of... bellow at me? They yell. Tigers and Lions yell at me. It’s damn near human sounding.

The looks I get from zookeepers, I’m telling you.

And I swear at one point I had this bobcat, like, out of nowhere walk up and start meowing at me. I tell people about it and they’re like ‘yep, that’s our Ella’ but like seriously that was kind of a bowl quaking moment.

Like, regular house cats can mess you up if they lose their shit at you, and bobcats are fucking stacked, you know? They’re not, like, Lion big but they’re bigger than a lot of dogs, and when it comes right up to you and is like “hey” it is kind of frightening, let me tell you!

It was clearly friendly, which was super weird. It actually did that love rub thing on my ankles as I tried valiantly not to piss itself.

It kept talking to me!

I said “I’m sorry, cat friend, I don’t know what you’re saying,” and gave it cat treats. What else was I gonna do? It did accept my offering of treats and gave me a mildly reproachful look as it wandered off.

Cats, right?

Well, no, actually. This wasn’t a ‘cats, man’ type situation.

So I went to another friend. A... witchy friend, shall we say. She’s kinda weird but in a good way. She’s got a really normal apartment but there’s this one closet that locks that I’ve only ever glimpsed inside of.

Well, I went to her and told her what was up. She owed me a favor anyway, you know?

Well, I told her after her little tiny black cat, Squirt, got done talking to me.

The witch- she’s asked that I don’t name her, because of Reasons- nodded. “I noticed that,” she said. “I wondered if you’d ask me about it.”

“Do you know what’s going on?”

“No idea!” she said cheerfully, and unlocked the closet.

It was a storage closet? It had nothing weird inside. She dug around in it and pulled out a book, which she flipped through for a minute. It looked like a hand-written journal. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“Let you understand them. They’ve got something important to say, right?”

“Well, they seem to think so. I thought it was like, I dunno, a pheromone thing.”

“Yeah, that’s why came to me,” she said.

“Well... okay.”

“So we wanna facilitate interspecies communication, right? Do you have a cat?”

“Naw, not since the General died. I couldn’t...”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I gotcha. No, that’s fair.”

“Every stray cat in the neighborhood hunts me down.”

“Good, cause you’re not taking Squirt.’

I turned and looked at Squirt. “Hear that?”

“Maow,” Squirt replied.

I followed her to her kitchen, where she started pulling all the spices out of the cabinet.

“I thought all your witchy shit was in the closet.”

“All my valuable shit is in the closet. I’m a kitchen witch. Any allergies?”

“Latex?”

“Shouldn’t be an issue.” She mixed up a cup of tea, stirring. “It’s got a bit of a kick.”

“For real?”

“Try it.”

The tea was warm and floral at first, and then there was a sort of spiciness that was kind of floral as well? And then it kicked me in the back of the throat. I wheezed.

“I warned ya!”

“You did,” I wheezed.

“Drink past it, you’ll be okay.”

The next sip was easier, and tempered with honey. I finally drained it all down, the last drop was honey sweet, though my lips still burned.

“Okay, go for a walk and see what happens.”

“Is this how you do all your magic?”

“Yep! Let me know, I’m curious.”

“Kay,” I said, and let myself back out.

I walked down the street, and then found a side path towards the park, and headed that way.

A stray cat came up to me, and rubbed it’s head on my ankles.

“Oh, now you don’t talk?” I asked.

“We talk,” it said.

I jumped.

“You listen now,” it said.

“Okay, yeah.”

“Come with me,” it said.

“I’m coming, lead the way,” wondering what exactly the witch had put in that tea. It led me to the park, and to the wooded area behind it, through a path that must be mostly used by cats and deer, to a little clearing. Around the edge was a bunch of trash you’d expect in a little clearing near civilization- beer cans and condom wrappers and food trash- and also an absolute herd of friggin cats.

“Oh. Hey. Everybody.”

One tiny cat, maybe still a kitten, came from the back, dodging and weaving. “Hello,” it said. “You have learned that you understand.”

“Sure,” I said. “Seems like y’all had something important to say.”

“The General has traveled to his next life.”

“Yeah. Y’all knew him, huh?”

“It is hard, when an old friend leaves. You have had time to mourn, yes?”

“Yeah. Wait, you want me to get a new cat? That’s the important thing?”

“Yes. New friend. Now you can understand, and talk to us.”

“Why is that important?”

They all kind of looked around, and an old fluffy orange cat that looked something like a matted cushion limped forward. It stared at her, one eye gone milky with age. “My mistress is dying,” it said, simply. “She is the cat witch, the one we speak to. She is dying.”

“You can understand us.”

“We knew you could learn the words.”

“You must help us.”

“Okay, okay, I can’t- settle, please, I can’t understand when you talk at the same time. Okay. So you want me to get a cat and talk to y’all because you need a cat witch.”

“Yes,” the ancient marmalade cat said.

“Why do you need a cat witch?”

“Tis an ancient bargain we struck, when the world was younger. Cat witches speak to us, help us carry our culture. We are so shortlived, you can carry it longer. They learn our magic. We protect.”

“So... I should go to the animal shelter then. No offense, but I have friends and whatever magic lets me get along with y’all-”

“Most of us are not tame enough to live indoors, you are right,” a really big tom said. “We have not elected. It is a choice between you and your next friend.”

“Well, okay. Um, should I- do you want me to talk to your- your mistress?”

The marmalade cat preened. “Yes. I will lead you to her. It is not far, even for humans.” There was a little snickering, which I ignored.

I followed the marmalade cat to a little old lady’s house and knocked.

She immediately scooped up the purring old cat. “There she is, Miss Betsy! Oh, you found her!”

“Yeah.” I glanced at the hilariously named Miss Betsy, but Miss Betsy was too busy purring and drooling. I sighed. “She said I needed to talk to you about this cat witch thing,” I said.

“Oh good, they found one. Yes, come in. Come in. I just made some tea, would you like some?”

I mean, I could go on, but long story short I have a new cat and an old book. Pookie is really taking to the harness, we go for walks every day and talk to the neighborhood cats.

I try to talk to them about the dying songbird population but that’s... well, the progress hasn’t been great, honestly. I’ll keep chipping at it. I have gotten a few of them fixed, the ones who are tired of watching their kittens die. And I have taken in and fostered and rehomed so many kittens. Fortunately, stray cats are good at finding money. I don’t ask where it comes from, it’s probably better that way.

I’m trying to get my neighbors on the harnessed cat thing and that is going pretty well, actually, especially since I am pretty good at convincing cats to wear them long enough to get used to them. Also I kind of have a... rep, now.

So things are going as well as can be expected.

Let me tell you what, though, I am fucking pumped to go back to the zoo.

#celebration ficlets #cats and cats and cats and cats #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUCKING FUN TO WRITE #thewonderfulthingaboutfish

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