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midnightstar-90 · 3 years

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Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

A/N: This is actually the 4th part, but I forgot to post it on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Sheldon refuses to eat solid food after a choking scare.

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A Therapist, A Comic Book, and A Breakfast Sausage

Y/N's POV

After my parents died and George's near-death experience you would think that this family would be tired of scaring me, but now, let me tell you why.

Missy, Sheldon, and I were sitting at the table eating our breakfast that Mary made. Georgie was at the counter putting jelly on his toast. Mary starts to rush us, so that we're not late for school.

Sheldon started choking on his breakfast, but Missy took it as Sheldon making faces. I look up, and my eyes widen like a deer in headlights. "Missy, he's not making faces on purpose. He's choking," I say scared. Mary hears me and rushes over to Sheldon.

Georgie continues to jelly his toast, and I run to get George. I quickly hear Georgie say, "I wish she would run that quick when I need her." I roll my eyes and keep going.

George makes it to the table and tries to smack the sausage out of Sheldon's mouth. Missy yells out, "Sheldon's gonna die! Sheldon's gonna die!" I knew she was scared, so I didn't say anything. What I did see was Georgie continuing to eat, while his brother was choking. I looked at my best friend and glared. He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

I turn back around to see George has flipped Sheldon upside down and was trying to shake it out of him. Mary calls 9-1-1 and I remember something I learned in Health class. "George, Heimlich!" I yell out just before Mary.

George goes for the Heimlich, and Sheldon spits out the sausage. I saw Sheldon look at something before he spits out his food. I looked and there goes Georgie licking his jelly knife.

Mary is quick to see if her son is okay. He says, "you have to... throw away... that jelly!" Georgie just looks at him, and I look at Georgie.

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At School

I close my locker, which is right next to Georgie's. "I should have shoved that knife down your throat," I say as we start to walk to class. "Why, what did I do?" I scoff and side-eye the boy. "Your brother was on the verge of death, and you just sit there eating toast" "It's not like I could have done anything," he says casually. I walk off angry.

We make it to class on time. We sat down and our teacher started telling us about the canned food drive. When Sheldon walked in, she stopped her talk with us to see why Sheldon was late. She read the note Mary gave to Sheldon and was immediately heartbroken. "You poor thing, you had a medical emergency?" The teacher asked the 9-year-old.

"How come the teacher has more sympathy for your brother than you do?" I sarcastically ask. Georgie just shrugs again. I turn back in my seat to face the front with a 'humph'.

Sheldon explains to the teacher that he choked on a sausage. The students start laughing at Sheldon. I stand up angry, "You better shut it, before I shove a sausage down your throat!"

Georgie looks at me scared. He should be scared. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I don't know how to defend myself.

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Me and Georgie were at lunch. I look over to see if Sheldon was okay. He was just staring at his sandwich. "Why are you staring at Sheldon?" Georgie asks as I get up. I start heading for Sheldon as I say back, "because I care about him." Georgie just goes back to eating.

I walk over to Sheldon and Tam. "Hey Sheldon, aren't you gonna eat your food?" I say worried. "No, I'm not hungry," Sheldon says looking down. "I offered him my soup," Tam says.

I wonder what's going on. All I know is this Tam kid is freaking me out. Ever since I met the kid, every time I come near him he gives me googly eyes.

"Well, if you want, one of the seniors bought me a smoothie," I offer the worried child. "Is it organic," Sheldon asks. "I think so. He got it from that new smoothie place," I say nodding my head. "Sure." Hearing those words made me happy. I went to grab the smoothie and then gave it to him. I went back over to Georgie with a smile.

Sheldon's POV

"Dang, she shares food and she's hot. You got one hot friend," Tam says watching the girl who's like my sister walk away. I sip the smoothie before saying, "one, she's my brother's best friend, and two, she's like my sister." Tam looks disappointed, but I just finish the smoothie.

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Y/N's POV

Dinner

We were all sat down for dinner when Meemaw starts talking about Mr. Rosenbloom. "You know that Mr. Rosenbloom with the furniture store over by the steakhouse?" Connie asks Mary. Mary tells her mother that she doesn't know. Connie tries to remind Mary by calling the man a 'Hebrew fella with the comb-over'.

Mary corrects her mother, but Meemaw didn't really care. George just drinks his beer, while we ate our food.

Meemaw tells us that Mr. Rosenbloom asked her to dinner. My ears perk up and I say, "awe Meemaw, that's great." Mary asked her if she was gonna say yes, but Meemaw makes an inappropriate comment. "Okay Meemaw, I see you!" I say cheering her on.

Mary corrects both of us. Meemaw defends with, "What? I said 'dessert'." She turns to us and says, "I figured from the cheering that Y/N knew what I meant, but did you kids know that I was talking about sex?"

I knew Georgie knew. But Sheldon gives a confused face then says "no".

Mary notices that Sheldon wasn't eating. "Why aren't you eating?" Mary says. Sheldon tells his mother that he's scared to eat. George thought it was because of the food touching, but Sheldon says he's afraid he'll choke again.

Meemaw didn't know that Sheldon choked on a sausage. Me and Georgie explain our morning to her. "Sheldon almost died this morning," I started. "Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bottle," Georgie followed.

Mary continues to try to get him to eat, but Sheldon doesn't budge. "Dibs on the tater tots," Georgie says earning a smack on the arm from me. "What? you want some." I roll my eyes continuing to eat.

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The next day was the same way. Sheldon didn't want to eat, so Georgie stole his food. I look to Meemaw and say, "I offered him a smoothie yesterday and he drank it just fine." Connie gets an idea and offers up to blend up his food. She leaves to go blend his food, and I give Sheldon a smile and a thumbs up.

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Georgie and I were finishing up getting ready for school. I was brushing my teeth, and Georgie was checking out his hair. "Are you still not talking to me? It's been almost a week. Speaking of which, where have you been. Except for practice, home, and school, I don't see you anywhere," Georgie says turning to me.

I spit the toothpaste out, rinse my mouth, and then turn to the boy. I fix one of his hairs and walk off. Even mad, I still care for the boy.

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What Georgie didn't know about me was that ever since before my parents died I loved superheroes. Their powers and backstories always amazed me. When I learned to read, I asked Mary and George for a comic. Now, every month, Mary and George give me $5 to pick out comics.

I was sat in the back corner of the comic store. I was a usual customer, so the owners would always tell me when there are new installments. I like the Avengers, a lot of them have a backstory similar to mine, like Spider-man or Ironman.

The bell to the door rings, and I see a certain little boy walk in. 'Isn't he supposed to be at therapy? Since when does Sheldon like comics?' I don't interact with him, I just watch.

He wants an X-men comic. Then I notice Tam, which I don't remember him coming in. They have a conversation until Sheldon keeps walking and runs into me.

I give him a very suspicious-looking look. "Aren't you supposed to be in therapy?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, but I have to find out what happens in X-men #137." I laugh and show him where it is.

"Listen, I've had my problems. I've been to therapy. I know things can be scary, but we have to learn to face our fears. Your parents must be worried. You can't run from things you don't like," I try my best to help him. "Here let me show you something."

I take Sheldon to my corner in the back, and I show him my comics. "I read these comics because they remind me of me and my fears. They help me, and they could possibly help you too." I say before seeing Tam, "Tam! here I'll show you." I invite Tam to read with us.

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Georgie's POV

Missy, Meemaw, and I all decided to get a blizzard from Dairy Queen. We started talking. "Meemaw, are you ever gonna have any more babies?" Missy asked. Meemaw exclaims, "Good Lord, no!" "She's too old to have any more babies," I say.

Meemaw tells us, "Don't have to have 'em. You live long enough, your hair and your teeth start falling out, you start wetting the bed, you get to be one." I laugh and say, "haha, that's funny. We're gonna have to put a diaper on you." "You won't be laughing when you're doing it," she says, "I might be." We all laugh.

I continue to eat my blizzard when Missy asks Meemaw who's smarter besides Sheldon and Y/N. We argue a bit about it, but Meemaw says it's not about them.

"Yeah right, everything is always about Sheldon. Y/N won't talk to me, because Sheldon forgot to chew," I say, sad because I miss my best friend. "Yeah, sometimes it's like we don't exist."

Meemaw looks at us and says, "I guess Sheldon does get most of the attention. Maybe that's a good thing. If it weren't for him your parents would be on your ass all the time. And Georgie, don't you think that maybe, Y/N was scared because she already lost two of the most important people in her life, and almost another. That girl has been part of our family for years, and no matter who it is, she will still be scared to lose another family member."

"Yeah. I guess I never thought about it that way before," I say thinking about how our lives could be different without Sheldon. I also never gave Y/N's emotions about the incident much thought.

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Y/N's POV

I guess what I said helped Sheldon because he ate that piece of licorice-like a boss.

Tam, Sheldon, and I were walking home. We see police officers at our house. Tam dips, but not before yelling at me, "Call me, beautiful!" I cringe and walk home.

We make it into the house, and Sheldon is immediately yelled at. Mary thanks me for bringing him home, but I tell her that that is what family does. She smiles and I go to talk to Georgie.

"Hey," I call out knocking on his open door. "You're talking to me now?" Georgie asks putting away his magazine. "Well, I'm in a good mood. Sheldon faced his fear of chewing, partly because of me," I say giving myself a pat on the back.

"Well, I'm happy for you. And I know before I didn't really pay attention to your feelings, but I want you to know I'm sorry." Georgie hugs me and I hug him back. "Sheldon and I stopped by DQ for a blizzard, but I couldn't finish mine. You want it?" "Sweet! I get my Best Friend back and another blizzard."

I laugh and start to head out. "Good night," is all I hear before entering my room.

#sheldon cooper #georgie cooper #georgie cooper x reader #george cooper #missy cooper #mary cooper #meemaw #wattpad #young sheldon #big bang theory #x reader #fanfic #connie tucker

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ptergwen · 3 years

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oooh oml how about a blurb w peter in his spider-man suit (or not but the kids look up to him) playing basketball with a few kids and you see him interacting with them and he makes you join him. like just a whole lot of fun and the kids say, "are you two gonna get married?" and you're both like 😳😳😳.... "maybe??" or wtv (ily tonnes)

knock(it)out of the park

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: oh my goddddd :( ilyt thank you for this <3 also the gif is super unrelated he just looks cute

there are few people in this world as generous as peter parker. whether it’s saving the city as spider-man or doing food drives with may, he’s always helping someone, somehow. his desire to give back comes from the kindness in his own heart. he’s shown you that so many times before, but there’s one that stands out to you most.

your general chemistry class had made a group chat so you could ‘collaborate’ with each other. there were a few particular topics you were struggling with at the time. you’d texted everyone asking for help, but they were either busy or didn’t understand themselves. science and specifically chemistry being peter’s best subject, he reached out to you separately.

he felt for you because you had a pretty big exam coming up. he’d offered to call you so you could work through some problems together. why, you had no idea. you two had exchanged no more than a “hi” or “can i borrow a pencil?” now, he wanted to give up his night to tutor you? how could someone be so sweet?

that test ended up being your highest grade so far. you thanked peter in person with a hug that turned his cheeks a deep shade of pink. after that, you asked him to be your study buddy. he didn’t hesitate to agree. you met at your school library twice or sometimes three times a week.

peter really liked talking to you. he found himself smiling through your conversations and the funny comments you made when you got frustrated. you loved how genuine he was, how he wasn’t afraid to wear his heart out on his sleeve. not literally, even though you were studying chemistry.

he’d wanted to get to know you beyond your hatred for balancing chemical equations, so he asked you out for coffee. it was something simple that no college student would pass up. you’d had to push peter’s hand away so he’d let you buy the drinks. you insisted that he already did so much for you, so you could pay it back.

that lead to you properly taking his hand in yours while you waited for your coffees. his palm was a bit sweaty, probably from nerves. he laced your fingers together once they died down and gave you that soft smile of his.

that was almost two years ago. since then, you’ve fallen completely in love with peter. peter has fallen at least ten times harder for you.

instead of walking you to your dorm like he usually does, peter asked you to meet him at the park today. he’s been spending a lot of time there lately. it’s close to campus and he always comes back grinning ear to ear, which is all that really matters. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious what he does there, though.

you head over to the basketball court like peter had told you to earlier. you can’t imagine what you’re doing here. laughing to yourself, you drop your bag on the nearest bench, then take a seat. you’re not in the dark much longer because you hear someone call your name. you recognize their voice as peter’s.

“hey, y/n! c’mere!” is followed by the sound of a basketball dribbling. you look up and realize he’s playing with a group of kids. they’re all in a line, watching peter in awe. he easily jumps up and shoots a hoop in front of them. you hear a “woah, how’d you do that so fast?” and “you’re sick, peter!”

that makes him chuckle while he high fives some of the boys and fist bumps the others. this must be why he’s been coming to the park. peter was never quite the athlete until he got his powers. everyone in high school knew him to be terrible at sports, so he couldn’t exactly join any teams out of the blue. it’s nice he gets to show off his skills now.

it’s also adorable seeing him with his own mini team. they’re a group of five boys who can’t be any older than twelve. peter definitely has a soft spot for the little ones. he’s always talking about morgan, who he babysits whenever pepper isn’t around. you’ve never seen him in action until today.

a grin spreading across your face, you make your way over to the basketball court. peter passed the ball to one of the boys so he can block him while he tries to shoot. he goes easy on him, and he makes the basket. “nice job, shawn!” peter compliments and holds open his hands for the ball back. shawn beams at peter, throwing it to him.

peter notices you coming over and hits gabe with a “think fast” to pass the ball off again. you’re still smiling as peter jogs up to you. he slings an arm around your waist and pecks your lips at the same time. you squeal, pleasantly surprised as you rest your hands on his chest.

“not in front of the kids,” you tease and glance over at them. they’re fighting over whose turn it is. peter wraps his other arm around you with a knowing smirk. “how’d you meet them, by the way?” his smirk becomes a shy smile. “i was walking around here the other day and they needed a sixth player,” he explains, you biting on your lip.

“they asked me to join. guess i’m an official member now.” you trace peter’s jaw with your thumb, making him tilt his head to the side. “you’re the best person i know. best person ever.” he dismisses your words with a click of his tongue. “i can’t say no to a kid, or five.” “god, i love you,” you giggle softly, peter threading his fingers through yours.

“i love you more. you wanna join us?” he raises an eyebrow to urge you to say yes. unlike peter, you’re just terrible at basketball. you’d be better off on the sidelines. “i don’t know how to play,” you sigh and roll your eyes at your confession. “what about knockout? think everyone learned that at some point,” peter suggests in that same persuasive tone.

you give in with a huff. “okay, i think i remember that.” “awesome.” he takes your hand and happily leads you over to the court. the kids stop their bickering once peter gets there, everyone falling back into a line. they must like him a lot. “alright, guys. how about we do a few rounds of knockout?” peter rubs his hands together.

“who’s that?” david ignores peter’s question, pointing at you. he has the ball in his other hand. max hits it out and grabs it for himself. david is about to get him back for it, but peter speaks up again. “this is y/n,” he introduces you and puts an arm around your shoulders. you give the kids a small wave. “hi!” “is she your girlfriend?” shawn blurts out.

kids really have no filter. peter breathes out a laugh, drawing you into his side more. “yup. she’s gonna play with us.” “no girls allowed!” anthony yells out and crosses his arms in defiance. he’d been the quietest, then that happened. you try not to take it to heart because these are only children, but damn.

peter ‘pffts’ at him. “oh, come on. who made that rule?” everyone points at gabe. his face falls, and he pokes max’s arm harshly. “it wasn’t me, it was him!” max shakes his head side to side. “no! it was-“ “never mind, it doesn’t matter who it was,” peter finally decides before they all accuse each other. you give him a look to say you can handle it.

“you know, some of the best athletes are girls,” you tell the kids gently, offering a devious smile. “don’t you want a challenge?” you’re not referring to yourself, but you’ll let them think otherwise. no one’s too young to have their misogyny shut down. peter proudly presses his lips to the side of your head.

the boys whisper amongst themselves before shawn replies on their behalf. “we accept.”

peter gets on the line after finding another ball, you behind him. the start the game right away. first is shawn and anthony, and anthony loses that round. he’s up against david next. anthony can’t seem to aim right, which makes him lose that round and get out of the game. he shoots a glare your way. that gets a snort from peter.

max goes against gabe after that. gabe gets the ball in first, leaving max to go with peter. he gets it in while peter is shooting his first basket. it’s you and peter now. there’s no way you’re winning this, even if he’s easy on you. he’s not. he makes his basket while you’re in mid-air trying to get your own.

“sorry, y/n/n!” peter shouts and goes off to the back of the line. you groan, shawn being your opponent. he’s the better of the kids. you keep shooting baskets while he aims for his first. neither of you make it, except you get closer. the two of you go on for a couple of minutes before you both shoot at the same time. your ball hits into his and, well, knocks it out.

you make the basket.

the kids all gasp, including shawn, as you run back over to peter. he high fives you with both hands, then locks his with yours. “babe! you made a basket!” peter cheers for you. “i made a basket!” you repeat, jumping up and down. everyone is going to take you as serious competition from here on out.

by the time you finish the next couple of rounds, you’re all out of breath. you managed to win one. it would’ve been two, had peter not been the other person left in with you. it definitely helped that you have a few feet and around ten years on all the kids. they did try their hardest either way, and you all had a really good time.

the boys each grew respect for you. you’re glad you gave them a new perspective.

“good game, y/n,” shawn says like he’s wise beyond his years, shaking your hand. “you too,” you grin at him and give him a firm handshake back. peter squeezes your waist from where he’s standing behind you. “we’d ask you to join the team, if it didn’t make us an odd number,” david explains, gabe nodding in agreement.

you lay your head back on peter’s chest. “dang, you’re right. i had a lot of fun, though.” all the boys look at you two suspiciously. max asks what they’re all wondering. “peter, are you gonna marry her?” you feel him stiffen against you, his breath hitching. “wh- what?” he stammers out and subconsciously tightens his grip around your waist.

anthony gags at the question, shawn slapping him on the back for that. he asks this time. “yeah, are you?” your lips pull into a smirk, you looking at peter over you shoulder. “are you, peter?” this is something you’ve talked about before, so you’re not putting him on the spot. peter meets your eyes and tells you the same thing he said last time. “one day, i hope.”

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland fluff #peter parker fluff #marvel #spiderman #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #college!peter parker

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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soft sam wilson headcanons

a/n: i love Sam so much and i have no fics of him on my acc >:( here are some soft headcanons <3

where to start because PHEW this man is everything good in the world and more

sam is very quick on his feet and is extremely charming ,,, except when he’s around you he manages to forget how to flirt

you meet through some mutual friends, and the moment he laid eyes on you it was game over

at first he shoved his feelings away, flirting with you all the time and thinking nothing of it

“you like her don’t you” sarah laughed at her brother as he looked at her, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out

after that he was a mess around you

always cautious and not wanting to mess anything up around you

you got tired of it quickly, pulling him to the side during a cookout and sternly telling him to confess whatever he was hiding

“tell me, I’m tired of you acting all weird, what did i do?” “nothing y/n” “cut the shit wilson, I’m tired of it”

“i like you! there!” he spoke, his hand moving to the back of his neck as you stared at him in shock

“I didn’t wanna tell you because i didn’t wanna make it weird and i don’t wanna put you in dang-”

best kiss of your life actually, that man knew exactly what he was doing

he was the funniest person in the world, you could confirm the fact

constant play fighting and joking around

there was never a dull moment when sam was around, always easing up the tension and helping you relax

he would always plan out special dates for the two of you, making sure to always find something new to do

he was an amazing listener, always letting you rant about whatever was bothering you, helping you through your problems or just giving you a shoulder to cry on when you needed it

you did the same for him, helping him get his mind off saving the world and just living his life as a regular person, not as an avenger

sam loved hearing you talk about how much you loved him, always wanting to hear your praise, blushing when he overheard conversations of you talking about him to your family

speaking of- your family absolutely adored him, always asking about him, being all over him when the two of you visited

your mom was absolutely in love with him, he would bring her flowers everytime, getting her favorite ones, he was respectful to your dad and if you had siblings he got along with them amazingly

arguments with Sam were far and few, but no relationship is perfect

any time you argued sam always gave you the space you needed, waiting until he knew you had calmed down before listening to what you had to say, working through how to fix the problem and making sure you were happy

of course you always did the same for him, listening to his side and always making sure the two of you were happy at the end of it all, never going to sleep angry

on the topic of sleep, sam was a huge cuddler

having his arms wrapped around you or an arm over your waist

sam LOVED holding your hand, he would play with your fingers or interlace your fingers together

he loved having you close to him, he loves pda and took any chance he had to hold your hand or kiss your face

he would do that thing where his thumb made circles on your hand ,,,, I’m crying

he would have his hand on your thigh when he would drive or he would hold you hand

he would take so many pictures of you, having you as his lockscreen

he would hype you up all the time

just sitting there watching tv? “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” eating something? “how do you manage to be so perfect?” brushing your teeth in the morning? “you are the actual embodiment of perfection baby”

never failing to shower you in compliments, making sure you knew exactly what he thought of you

he was head over heels for you, doing anything and everything you ever asked, wrapped around your finger

“sam can you help me with this?” “of course baby don’t worry I’ll finish it for you”

sam would buy you flowers all the time, anytime he came home from a mission he had a bouquet in hand

anytime he went to the store he got you some with your favorite chocolates

he would write you hand written love letters

sam wilson would be the softest and most amazing boyfriend in the world actually, it’s a fact

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson headcanon #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson one shot #sam wilson Drabble #sam wilson fanfiction

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writersrealmbts · 4 years

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Clearwater Springs: Part 5

Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.

Warnings: I suppose I should point out that there’s a lot of innuendos coming in the next couple chapters

Posted: 11/11/2020

Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au

3,787 words

A/N: Dang this took forever

Previous ~ Next

Jin had accepted Hoseok returning with the two of you easily, even accepting Hoseok’s excuse of “I feel as though my path lies alongside yours at the moment.”

More surprising was the fact that Hoseok boldly brought up soulmates in the car on the way home. “Seokjin-hyung, what do you know about soulmates?”

“Oh…well…a little I guess. The basics.” Jin shrugged. “Some enchanteds have a soulmate or soulmates, others don’t.”

Hoseok hummed in response from the driver's seat. He’d offered to drive because Jin looked half dead after today's settlements, and then almost passed out when you simply hummed. Hoseok was a good driver too. Conscientious.

“Why?”

Hoseok shrugged. “Not sure. Let you know if I figure it out.”

Jin nodded. “Scale of 1-10, how upset do you think Namjoon will be when we arrive home and he sees me?”

“Hmm, because it’s you...nine,” You answered, smiling.

His ears turned red. “Oh please, he would be upset if it were anyone. Like you.”

“Nope.”

“False,” Hoseok chimed in, a laugh in his voice.

“You don’t even know him,” Jin objected, voice rising in pitch to object it further.

“He’s still correct. We all know that Namjoon is a big softie for you, and Hoseok can see the future so he probably saw it,” You argued. “Who are you to say that he’s wrong?”

Jin huffed and grumbled, but didn’t try to argue with you two further.

Hoseok parked the car, peering out at the house with an astonished look. “How many bedrooms?”

“Eight,” Jin answered, yawning. “Come on, they’ll think we’re weirdos if we wait out here.”

Hoseok got out, but seemed to be nervous now. “They’ll like me, right?” He whispered, catching up to you as you got your bag from the trunk.

“Of course, you’re our soulmate,” You whispered back, patting his shoulder. “Come on, they don’t bite. Okay, well, Yoongi might but that’s because he’s a cat half the time.”

Then you noticed a brown-gray tabby on the porch railing, watching Hoseok with narrowed, golden eyes that reflected the sunlight.

“That would be him,” You murmured, nodding toward him.

Jin didn’t even think about it, petting Yoongi’s head.

“Cute,” Hoseok breathed, looking like he was vibrating with nervousness and excitement.

Yoongi didn’t move to follow until you and Hoseok were following Jin into the house.

Namjoon met all of you in the hallway, almost knocking Jin over when he hugged him. “You’re exhausted.”

“You’re knocking me over,” Jin whined, stumbling back against the wall. “At least let me lean on you.”

Namjoon let Jin maneuver both of them so that they were more comfortably and stably situated, resting his chin on Jin’s shoulder afterward. “You do seem less tired than normal. Much less tired,” He murmured, smiling at you.

You gave him a thumbs up, then gestured to Hoseok. “We brought home a new friend.”

Yoongi had shifted into a human, and he looked sort of grumpy. “Another one?”

“We have the space. It’s not like you’ve taken a bedroom, and Jungkook didn’t seem to know what to do with the idea of having his own room. Even if both of you took a room, we would still have three rooms left over, which means space for Hoseok,” You reasoned, stepping forward and fixing his hair.

His frown deepened, eyes narrowing on Hoseok.

“Do you want a room?” You asked carefully, continuing playing with his hair because he hadn’t seemed to notice.

He stiffened. “Why are you here?” He hissed at Hoseok.

Hoseok, for his part, was just smiling. “Adorable. You’re adorable. I had a feeling, I trust my feelings. They led me here, for now at least.”

Yoongi looked petrified, putting you between him and Hoseok a little, and causing Hoseok to laugh a little.

You suppressed a giggle.

Namjoon met your gaze, eyes darting to Hoseok.

You nodded slightly.

Namjoon’s eyes lit up and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he just hugged Seokjin tighter. “Come on, hyung, let me get you in bed.”

Yoongi snorted.

Seokjin choked and batted at Namjoon. “Phrasing.”

“I said what I meant,” Namjoon replied, confused. “You need a nap, and the best place for that is in bed?”

Seokjin, ears and neck red, started dragging him away. “Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what you said, you’re not that naive of a haltija.”

Namjoon just followed after, still looking confused. “But I really don’t know….”

“Just stop!” Jin said, dragging him upstairs.

Hoseok chuckled. “Okay, but isn’t there another person living here?”

“JUngkook,” You told him. “Is he in his bottle?”

Yoongi nodded, gaze drifting back to Hoseok. “He was up all night playing that game Jin introduced him to.”

“Of course he was,” You sighed.

Namjoon came back down before you could say anything more, Jungkook in tow (who didn’t look tired, did djinn get tired?). “Hyung fell asleep before he even finished laying down. This is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Hoseok.”

Hoseok grinned. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shyly dipped his head in greeting as well, but he had a quiet, secretive smile.

Yoongi growled slightly. “What is up with all of you? What are you hiding?”

You froze for a second.

Then Hoseok laughed and reached out, taking Yoongi’s hand, his sleeve rolled up so that the soulmark on his arm was visible as he took hold of Yoongi’s hand and the mark filled in.

Yoongi stared, then his eyes widened. “Wait...wait…hold on….”

“We’re soulmates,” Hoseok chuckled. “Me, you, y/n, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung.”

“Who are Jimin and Taehyung?” Jungkook asked in a whisper, looking confused.

“Later,” you whispered back.

Yoongi shook his head. “Try that again?”

“Soulmates,” Namjoon said, showing Yoongi Jungkook’s mark since his own was on his shoulder and he probably didn’t feel like stripping and freaking Namjoon out.

Yoongi traced it, then looked at yours after you’d rolled your sleeve up and out of the way. He breathed in slowly, then let it all out at once. “Soulmates.”

“Soulmates,” You said gently, smiling.

He slowly nodded, then met your gaze. “Who are Jimin and Taehyung?”

“Well….” You let your sleeve fall back down to your wrist. “I haven’t met Taehyung yet. Hoseok just knows that he’s one of ours, the one we haven’t found yet. Jimin is a fairy-incubus that’s hiding in the library for safety because both species he comes from bully him for having soulmates.”

“Is that why I was leaving food in there?” Namjoon asked, eyes wide. “I just thought you were hiding some sort of pet there or something.”

You shook your head. “We were gone three days and you think I was keeping a pet there? Seokjin figured out there was a person hiding in there the day before we left.”

Yoongi huffed. “I knew I smelled something weird in there! You called me crazy!”

“I thought it was just a pet! I mean, we already deal with the bird that follows her everywhere and now Parsley won’t leave the library, thanks to you.”

“I told you! She just followed me when I was taking the new donations over! It’s not my fault she stayed to explore and then decided that that was her new home!”

You looked back and forth between them. “Which one of you is telling Jin that his beloved kitten has decided not to come home?”

They quickly pointed at each other.

You sighed. “Okay. Now, Jin doesn’t know that we’re soulmates, we’re still waiting for the appropriate time. I’m going to go unpack books and check on Jimin.”

“I’m coming with you,” Yoongi said firmly. “As a cat, one of my other forms. I’ll sneak in. Hopefully he doesn’t notice me and I can get a look at the interloper.”

You hesitated. “I...don’t know….”

“You’re hoping to have everyone together before you tell Jin, right? Make sure he loves all of us before breaking the news.” Yoongi folded his arms. “Because he’s human, and less likely to understand than I am.”

You all exchanged looks, trying to figure out whether to confirm that or not. Was that the reason all of you were hesitating? Or was it because all of you were afraid of him rejecting you and then being homeless?

Namjoon sighed. “I’ve been living with Jin for forever and I still don’t know how to tell him.”

“Tell Jin what?” A grumpy voice asked from behind all of you.

Panic. Sheer panic.

Jin leaned against Namjoon’s back. “Did you break my great-great-grandmother’s china or something?”

“Uh…”

“I was joking. The china is my great-great-great-great grandmother’s and it’s worth more than me,” Jin chuckled, obviously too sleepy to see how that just seemed to panic Namjoon more. “I thought you told me everything, Joonie? And I thought you were going to nap with me?”

“I thought you were asleep,” Namjoon replied, voice definitely panicked.

Jin pouted, leaving Namjoon’s back. “I was, but then I got cold and you weren’t there.”

Namjoon blinked a few times. “Uh...I ran into Jungkook and he heard a new person and was too afraid to come down alone, so I came down with him to introduce him to Hoseok. I was going to come back, we were just talking.”

“About?” Jin asked, looking at the rest of you.

“Uh….”

Hoseok pointed at Namjoon. “How he’s in love with you.”

All of you stared at Hoseok for a moment.

Jin blinked. “Yeah, okay, was that the secret? Because...it’s not exactly a secret. Why else would we be sharing a bedroom on and off for the past year?”

Namjoon looked at Jin. “What?”

“Oh please, you kiss me every time you get drunk. It’s cute. Now, come on. I need a nap and I need someone warm.” Jin pulled a shocked Namjoon back upstairs, again.

“We’ve kissed?!”

“Every time you get drunk. Or tipsy. Sometimes when you’re half-asleep. One time when you were sleepwalking. Oh, and then there was the time with the cherries and….” Jin’s voice faded out of your hearing, still chatting away.

“How did you know that would work?” Yoongi asked quietly, eyes wide as he stared after them.

“I didn’t,” Hoseok breathed, then let out a laugh. “How do we know that Jin doesn’t already know?”

“We don’t. Not anymore,” You replied, tugging your hair in agitation. “Okay. Books. I’m going to go organize books before something crazier happens. Jungkook, can you show Hoseok the empty rooms so he can pick one out?”

Jungkook nodded, eyes still wide and shocked.

You nodded, setting your bags to the side and headed out the front door.

The quiet path to the library was refreshing after the chaotic camp of fortune tellers. They’d been friendly, and when they got too friendly Hoseok stepped in, but the whole place was chaotic. Lots of people, lots of talking, lots of arguing.

The shadows of the library beckoned you, and you took a deep breath before turning the lights on.

“Hello,” You whispered to the books, and then you noticed.

All of the books were on the shelves, except for the books you hadn’t unpacked and some carefully organized books on the desk.

You went to the desk, noticing that they were all marked as the section they needed to be, and a piece of paper was sticking out of each of them with numbers.

“I numbered all of them,” Jimin said softly, landing gently behind you. “In alphabetical order. To make it easier.”

You looked to the shelves, noticing all of the books had similar papers sticking out of them. “All of them?!”

He nodded.

You turned back to him, smiling. “How can I ever repay you?” You asked softly, stepping closer and lightly touching his cheek.

He looked embarrassed. “You don’t have to repay me. You let me stay here and you had someone bring me food.”

“Are you the reason the kitten has abandoned the house?” You asked, smiling as Parsley hopped onto the desk and mewled at him.

He smiled sheepishly and picked her up. “I’ve just been petting her.”

You shook your head and turned back to the computer, catching a glimpse of Yoongi slipping into the library but staying in the shadows, his dark tabby fur blending into the books and shelves. “Corrupting a kitten with cuddles, can’t say I’ve heard that one before.”

“I’ve got lots of talent,” Jimin replied easily. “How was your trip?”

“Hectic, but enjoyable.”

“And did you….”

“Did I...what?” You asked, logging into the computer and then starting to input the books.

“Did you spend every night with him? Sing to him every night?”

You smiled and turned back toward your winged soulmate. “I did sing to him every night, and we did share a tent. But my bed was on one side of the tent and his was on the other. And tonight, I’m going to sleep in my waters, so...take from that what you will. Are you still determined not to come home with me and formally meet the rest of our soulmates?”

He looked at the ceiling, fluttering up to sit on the desk. “Namjoon is one of them? And so is Seokjin?”

“And Jungkook, the djinn. And Yoongi. And I just brought home Hoseok. He’s one of our soulmates too.”

“That’s a lot of people,” He whispered.

“I think you need a lot of people who will love you,” You whispered. “Because you’ve been rejected by everyone else that should have. Your species. Your family.”

His eyes filled with tears, and he held Parsley closer.

You stepped closer and cupped his face in your hands, wiping the tears that fell despite himself. “Please come home to us?”

Yoongi hopped up onto the desk, rubbing against his back.

Jimin flinched and then pet him as well, obviously struggling with his thoughts and feelings.

“You’d have your own room, and there’s one by the back staircase that would allow you easy access to a door that leads outside, and all of the windows open and are probably big enough for you to escape through.” You told him, wiping a few more tears. “You wouldn’t have to do anything you were uncomfortable doing. At least, I wouldn’t make you do anything you were uncomfortable with. Namjoon wouldn’t either, or Yoongi or Jungkook. Hoseok might be a bit of a different story and I’m honestly unable to predict things about Jin, he’s a bit of a wild card. And then there’s the last one that we haven’t found yet, but hopefully...hopefully soon.”

Jimin chewed his lip. “I’m not last?”

“You’re not. Not for me.”

Jimin then frowned and looked at Yoongi. “Wait, is this a werecat? Is this the werecat? The one you were holding?”

“Yoongi. He’s got a mind of his own.”

Yoongi stepped lightly over to you.

You scooped him up as you released Jimin’s face.

Yoongi purred in your arms, blinking slowly at Jimin.

“See, he’s a werecat, doesn’t even have a soulmark himself, and he still likes you already.”

Jimin laughed huffily for a moment, obviously amazed you even tried a line like that.

“Y/n?”

Jimin flew away in a flash at the unfamiliar voice.

Hoseok came bouncing into the library, then stopped and gaped. “It’s beautiful.”

You smiled and waited as he raced around, touching the spines of books and just looking...in awe of everything.

“I’ve never seen so many in one place,” He breathed as he joined you at the desk.

And the shelves weren’t even half-full.

You smiled. “It’s a start. Hopefully these shelves will be full one day. In the meantime….”

“We should make a book,” Hoseok said impulsively, then blinked. “Sorry. That came out of nowhere.”

“What kind of book should we make?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I think...I don’t know. Not right now. We need more time. We need to all do it separately. We’ll all be different.” His eyes started to get a hazy look to them. “All different. All same. Our story. Different….”

You set Yoongi down and went over to make sure Hoseok was okay. “Hoseok?”

He shuddered and then tugged you into a firm hug. “Different. Different. Paper planes. Follow the bird. Don’t follow the bird. The fox? No. Follow the fishes, floating floating floating. No more. No more. Mo nore. Narro noster narratio. Pingo noster narratio. Complico. Complico complico.” His eyes were completely white.

You bit your lip, uncertain what to do.

Then he kissed you, both hands holding your face, lips pressed gently to yours, just there.

And when he pulled away, you wanted to follow, but his hands prevented it and held you in place.

Yoongi was in human form, staring wide-eyed and pink-cheeked.

And Jimin was watching from the rafters with a similar expression.

Hoseok pressed his forehead to yours after looking at you with white eyes for a moment before they slowly faded back to his own.

Then he started collapsing.

Jimin and Yoongi caught him.

Jimin stared at Hoseok’s profile as the seer gave a soft sigh and drifted off to sleep, head resting on Jimin’s shoulder.

Yoongi sighed. “Okay, well...he’s cute. I’ll give him that. But what’s with the white eyes and nonsense?”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a grump. You realize unless Jimin agrees to come with us back to the house it’s you and me carrying him?”

Yoongi looked desperately at Jimin.

Jimin shivered and then slowly nodded. “I’ll come with you--but I don’t...I need space.”

You nodded. “We’ll take him up the back way. With any luck Jin is still sleeping. And if he isn’t, I’ll start singing.”

“And put the rest of us to sleep as well?” Yoongi objected.

“It doesn’t put me to sleep,” Jimin said, slightly smugly, slightly defensively.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

Jimin scooped Hoseok up on his own. “Go on. Lead on.”

You nodded and pulled Yoongi along.

No one intercepted your group, and soon you were tucking Hoseok in. Kissing his forehead and making sure he was sleeping deeply before you slipped back out into the hallway.

Jimin was looking at a painting on the wall opposite Hoseok’s room.

Yoongi shrugged at you, then walked away, shifting as he went.

“Jimin,” You said softly.

He looked back at you, but immediately put his attention back on the painting. “The rising of Aurora, goddess of dawn. This painting is 200 years old. And it’s the original.”

“You...like painting? Or art?” You asked, hoping for some insight into him.

He shrugged. “I just...I know this one. It was in one of the books I had as a kid.”

“I bet you were an adorable kid.”

He snorted, turning to you. “Were you ever a kid?”

You nodded. “I don’t remember much, but yes. My kind don’t just pop into existence. What’s special about this picture aside from it’s remarkable age?”

He laughed breathily, looking at it again. “It was said that there were several meanings to the painting, that everyone who viewed it had a different aspect of it that they focused on. Some saw it as hopeful, others saw it as vengeful. A goddess bringing the light of a new day, a goddess riding to war with the fury of dawn.”

“What do you see?”

He was silent for a moment, then he stared hard at you. “I see you.”

“Me?”

He looked away and nodded.

You looked the painting over, but you didn’t see vengeance or fury. And you definitely didn’t see yourself.

“Which rooms are empty?” He asked quietly.

You gestured down the hall toward the back staircase. “Take your pick.”

He nodded and started exploring. “What about the house owner? What will you tell him?”

“Seokjin? The truth. Our library interloper has finally been convinced to take a bed, and safety, and food. Hope you eat, because I eat once a day and Jin makes food all the time. It’s like a compulsion. Settle in, wherever you decide to. I need to go soak.”

Jimin nodded, staying in front of one of the rooms after peeking in. “I’m....gonna get my things.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later tonight, or in the morning.” You smiled softly at him, then headed toward your room.

Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi were in your sitting room, obviously waiting for you.

You closed the door casually, listening for a moment and hearing another door closing.

“He’s going out a window,” Yoongi murmured.

You nodded then sat down. “Okay, is this an intervention?”

Jin shook his head. “This door was the only open one when Yoongi waved at us to hide.”

You nodded. “Got it. Jimin is an incubus and fairy, he very very reluctantly agreed to come here. Try to give him space, but not too much. I really need to go soak, I feel...dry.” You shuddered. “Oh, and maybe check on Hoseok in a bit. He had a weird sort of vision attack.”

“Okay,” Namjoon replied. “Do you think he’d be okay with me greeting him?”

“You’re the house Haltija, I think he’ll accept it once he knows that’s what you are. Just...be gentle,” Yoongi murmured, staring out the window.

Jin absently stroked Yoongi’s head, as he got up. “We will. I’ll hold off for now. Let Namjoon talk to him next and Jungkook and I will go make dinner. Don’t forget to invite him to eat with us, Joonie.”

Namjoon nodded.

You grabbed your comb and headed downstairs behind Jungkook and Jin, passing them in the kitchen to enter the basement and indulge in a nice, long, luxurious soak in your own waters. It took you quite a while to remember which part did what, and for the water to fill the large basin. Messing with knobs and levers to remember what did what, and pulling a new dress out of the water for when you were done soaking. Velvet this time. Beautiful.

You climbed into the basin after dimming the lights, not bothering to undress until you were well into the waters, and then letting the fabric slide off of your shoulders with the pressure of the falling water and dissolve.

Turning to sit on the basin’s edge to comb your hair and sing and seeing Jimin and Jin staring before Jin grabbed Jimin by the wings and dragged him away.

“I told you not to come down here!”

You smirked after them as you started singing, running a gold comb through your hair and becoming one with your waters again while thinking of the embarrassed faces of your soulmates.

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 3 years

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Coming Soon - Absence of Words

Great news! The new Sawdust of Words fic is finally ready! I’ll be posting it some time this week (likely Friday, but I might manage to swing it sooner if I have a day where I’m not too exhausted after work).

“Absence of Words” will pick up shortly after the ending of “Finding the Words” - with Aziraphale and Crowley having freshly established that yes, they love each other, that can definitely be a thing going forward.

However, Crowley’s difficulties communicating (as discussed in “Finding the Words” and demonstrated in “Three Little Words”) quickly land them in trouble, as the miscommunication rapidly goes from “kind of amusing” to “annnnngst.”

I mean, it’s me. Was it ever going to be not angst?

The full fic will be a little over 13k. Excerpt below (2 scenes, one of which I posted an early version of...dang...more than a year ago?!)! Feel free to leave a comment/ask/private message with your thoughts!

(Note: because some people prefer to know what kind of ending to prepare themselves for, I’ll give a brief description after the excerpt, as well as CWs for the fic as a whole).

They walked for more than half an hour, hands still twined together.

Aziraphale spoke the whole time, more animated with every step, and Crowley drank it all in. He paid no attention to where they were, how far they walked, how late it was getting. All that mattered was they were here, they were together, really together.

They’d done it. They’d done everything.

Stopped the Apocalypse.

Fooled their sides.

Won their freedom.

And then, in the garden…Crowley’s lips still tingled, recalling the brush of Aziraphale’s. He almost couldn’t believe it had happened, couldn’t believe he’d dared. His breath caught in his throat every time he remembered that he now lived in a world where he had kissed Aziraphale. A world where nothing would come between them ever again. Each time Aziraphale’s eyes drifted over to him, Crowley was certain he’d discorporate on the spot.

The angel waved his arms as he talked. He pulled Crowley’s hand along with each gesture – sudden jerks ahead of them, tugs across his chest, complicated circles as if trying to draw what he described. More than once he nearly pulled Crowley off balance; Aziraphale didn’t know his own strength.

It would have been easier to let go.

He probably should let go – his palm was warm where it had been pressed against Aziraphale’s for half an hour, his fingers stiff and itching, longing to move again. The chills running up his arm, almost more than he could bear, were the most exquisite torture he’d ever suffered. Every time their palms shifted, finding a new position against each other, it pierced him like an arrow, tore through his heart, leaving it fluttering and juddering and palpitating like nothing else ever had. Crowley really, really needed to let go.

“Are you all right, my dear?” Aziraphale asked, glancing over.

“M’fine.” He gently squeezed the soft fingers locked through his, starting another wave of bliss that threatened to overwhelm him even before Aziraphale graced him with that smile…

Yeah. He wasn’t letting go any time soon.

Crowley’s hand was in his.

Aziraphale could hardly believe it had happened, hardly believe he’d dared. This seemed, somehow, the most momentous thing to have happened all weekend, though an outside observer would probably disagree. Well. That observer didn’t understand.

They’d started walking, the impulsiveness had come over him again and he – Aziraphale – the angel who dithered over every choice, every action – the angel who likely hadn’t taken the initiative on anything within living memory – he’d run his hand down Crowley’s arm and…

Well. Here they were.

They hadn’t spoken about it. Hadn’t really acknowledged it. But neither had let go.

Once he had his bearings, it shouldn’t have taken long to get back to his shop. But Aziraphale put it off as long as he could. They paused in front of dozens of shop windows, remarking on the pastries or clothing or sports equipment on display, but in truth Aziraphale was just looking at his own reflection, a fussy old angel, anxious and overeager, standing beside an exquisite demon radiating suave confidence. Quite the mismatched pair and yet, that’s what they were: a pair.

Perhaps even a couple.

Oh, dear, that seemed far too bold.

Aziraphale stumbled over whatever nonsense he’d been saying, and quickly turned away from the window. He glanced up to see if Crowley had noticed his distress, and oh, through those black lenses he could just catch a glimpse of golden slit-pupil eyes watching him directly, not just a glance from the corner of an eye. He’d been nodding along to everything Aziraphale said, that smirk hovering on his lips, threatening to turn into an actual smile. Crowley squeezed his hand, gently, as if to make sure it was still there, and it sent Aziraphale’s heart racing again.

Finally, after forty-five minutes, they ran out of detours and excuses and reached the last intersection: Soho to the left, Mayfair to the right.

His footsteps slowed as they approached. Aziraphale didn’t want to let go, not yet, didn’t want to relinquish the warmth, the feeling of the uneven heartbeat against his palm, the tiny shiver he felt whenever Crowley’s thumb brushed the back of his hand.

They paused at the corner, Aziraphale looking left, Crowley glaring straight ahead.

“Well.” Aziraphale cleared his throat. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He glanced down at their hands. Oh, dear. He didn’t seem to know how to let go.

“Nh,” Crowley said.

“Come now, dear fellow, you know this is the quickest way home for both of us. Twenty minutes. Fifteen, if you drive like you always do.”

“Nnnnnnh,” Crowley elaborated.

Aziraphale ordered his fingers to let go. Traitorous things, they only held on tighter.

“I could walk you back to the shop,” Crowley pointed out. “Or we could pick up the Bentley together, then drive over. Quicker that way. We can grab whatever you need…”

“What part of it’s a surprise are you having trouble with?” He meant it to be teasing, but Crowley’s lips went tight anyway. Aziraphale put a bit of extra cheer into his voice. “Look, as I understand, it’s proper etiquette for the individual with the car to pick up the other, when two people are…” He trailed off, considering in fascination all the words he could use to complete that sentence. “And…it wouldn’t hurt to have a moment to, I don’t know…”

He honestly didn’t know.

But the longer he stood in Crowley’s gaze, the more certain he was that he needed to step away. A thousand emotions were bubbling up inside him, and he needed space to process them, privately, before they burst out in the most unseemly—

“Aziraphale.” Crowley turned, and his fingers hovered by the angel’s face, as if not sure where to touch. “Do you…want to be alone right now?”

“That’s not…” He swallowed, finding he couldn’t look away from Crowley’s mouth. His lips. Did he want to kiss them again? Or be kissed? Both were terrifying. Both were tempting.

Crowley took his other hand, leaning closer.

“Yes. I do.”

Crowley went very still.

He thought his heart might burst; Aziraphale couldn’t tell one beat from the next. His hands started to tremble, and he stepped back, wiping them anxiously on his waistcoat, tugging it straight. “Don’t be – this isn’t about – it’s nothing like that.” He straightened his tie. “I just – perhaps I could use a few minutes, yes, and there’s nothing – nothing of note about that, I’m sure you could too, but all in all this is the simplest solution, that’s – that’s all there is to it.”

It could be very hard to read Crowley’s expression, but just now his lips twisted, his jaw went tight, and Aziraphale felt his heart begin to ache. The demon circled him, fingers jammed in his pockets, and started towards Mayfair as fast as his long legs would carry him.

“Wait! Crowley, don’t—”

“Fifteen minutes, Angel. Be ready.”

He watched the dark figure until it disappeared around a corner. And only then did Aziraphale realize he’d let go of Crowley’s hand

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NOTES AND SPOILERS

CWs: Mentions of past abuse (physical and emotional, very brief/implied); emotional manipulation/gaslighting (from the POV of Aziraphale, still believing what he’d been told); anxiety (low-level but constant, and building across the fic); miscommunication, accidentally hitting another’s triggers. Very brief G-rated discussion of attraction. Swearing.

Ending: This will have a happy ending. Not all communication issues will be resolved in this story, but groundwork will be laid. Future stories will deal with developing healthy communication/trauma coping strategies.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #asexual crowley and aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #crowley #emotional hurt/comfort #My writing #my wip #coming soon #sawdust of words

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assim-eu-sou · 3 years

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Bia 2:41-42

2:41

- Girl how do you explain saying that

- With logic I suppose… good, good logic

- Poor Manuel…. he must feel like trash

- I wanna give him a hug

- Antonio SUCKS. I hate him so much

- Poor Carmín…

- Guillermo needs to find a new not-laid job STAT

- Manuel deserves this song rn even if he’s not singing it

- You know what song

- Ana must feel like trash rn too because she knows all of her suffering was for a lie

- Oof angry Ana… she has the range

- This episode is just punch after punch

- Please give her a hug

- There we go

- This show is just chock full of people that deserve better

- My babies….

- Oooooh so that’s Alice’s job….

- That felt like a 4th wall moment

- A classic YouTube apology

- The music just cutting off in the background was so funny

- Imagine having such a strong (positive or negative) relationship with one’s cousin

- Ugh I don’t like that Mara is back

- Guillermo’s face said absoLUTEly no

- Chiara…. pobre….

- We love Carmín and Jandino’s friendship

- Manuel didn’t even hesitate

- Poor baby :’((

- I’m literally going to knife Antonio

- They just keep saying “I wanted to protect my family” and that’s just a knife in Manuel’s back every time

- How could you do that to your own son… absolute evil…

- NOT MARCOS LURKING

- :/ you’ve got to be joking

- Chiara deserves only happiness

- hUH? What is this note with Aillén?

- Victor… Victor, Victor, Victor…

- Dang this episode just gets worse and worse

2:42

- Oh boy, I know where this is going. Secrets, secrets, secrets…

- Guillermo, rights revoked. I know that this is Marcos’ fault, but. He’s gonna have to work to get his rights back.

- I do like his righteous anger though.

- I agree with Pietro, we have to create every occasion possible for celebration

- Chiara Babey deserves the world…. Grrrr….

- Oooooooof good for Guillermo. He did the right thing with that photo.

- Callar y ocultar…. He’s right about that

- The way Antonio manipulated the hell out of everyone in that family

- Uh Paula, you’re wrong about that, there are definitely more secrets

- I think living in the residence would fix all my problems

- Look at how much fun they have… I would give anything…

- Bia…. Antonio doesn’t deserve sympathy

- Celeste stays being the most levelheaded

- Overhearing drives the plot

- We’re getting a lot of the sad heart under the mushroom transition lately

- Well. Victor wanting to meet Ana really puts a wrinkle in things…

- Eek eek eek eek eeeeeeek

- Ooooooooh there’s TWO of them

- Ayyyyy hombre chistoso

- JUNIOR LMAOOOOOOOO

- Ah they sound nice

- Thumbs up sounds much better in Spanish than English lol

- Twin Melody checked the vibes on Mara correctly

- Anaaaaaa you better hide rn

- I want to see light in Bia’s eyes again… es demasiado…

- Ok so she just straight up told Alice

#bia liveblog #bia liveblogs #bia s2 #disney bia

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years

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06. The Fall Festival

3550 Words, No trigger warnings that I can think of.

Grace got ready for the dance with her mother. She wanted her to look like “the belle of the ball” and though Grace thought the gown was a bit much, her mother had always been extra when it came to extravagance, and she learned her lesson about trying to step in with her own opinions on how she should look. Mrs. Monroe had Grace looking like a Disney princess. She hired a professional makeup artist (EVEN THOUGH they both had years of experience Grace from dance recitals, her mother being a beauty queen and socialite).

After her hair debacle on the train a couple of years prior, a world famous stylist for natural Afrocentric hair had been Grace's beautician. She helped her to grow her hair back, twisted it into locs and was always keeping her stylish with the hottest natural looks.

Mrs. Monroe hovered and fussed over her like she couldn’t get ready by herself, the moment all of the professionals had gone to wait for her final presentation downstairs. Grace wasn't used to that. Her mother never had time for her and even when she was expected to look her best, Mom usually didn't get involved. Grace longed for this and relished in it. She couldn't complain, even though it was stifling.

Whenever Simon came up the fire escape, Grace panicked. Her parents DID NOT know about him doing so, and she was ready to have a complete shutdown seeing him appear in the window while her mom was putting butterfly embellishments in her up-do. Simon froze, and thought about jumping off of the stairway when he saw Mrs. Monroe in there, but once the woman looked at him and smiled, he relaxed and stepped inside. “Hi, Mrs. Monroe. I’m Simon, Grace’s frie-”

“Grace has a school dance tonight, Simon,” she said, not interested in introducing herself. “I’m sure after all of this; she’ll explain to me why her fire escape is open and why a boy is using it for anything but a fire.”

“Simon is my escort, Mom,” Grace said in a voice so small that Simon didn’t even recognize it and could barely hear her. She had NEVER been this quiet in all of the years that he had known her. It was alarming, actually, but within a moment, he realized why.

Her mother stuck another butterfly into her hair, with a hard jab and Grace winced when the pin stuck her in the scalp. “I see,” the woman said.

The pageant smile that she had initially given Simon in her confusion was gone and now, a stone like grimace was there, pointed right at Grace with no warmth or emotion. “Stand.” She commanded, and Grace did so, with military-like precision. The woman led her next to Simon and stood her at his side, took a step back to assess them, then flared her nostrils and raised an eyebrow. “No.”

“But, Mom…” Grace said in that same tiny voice, this time pleading. A single look from the woman silenced her.

“Grace, I did not pay thousands of dollars to make you perfect tonight for you to ruin the entire aesthetic with this shaggy boy in a shabby suit that looks like it costs less than your earrings. I’m sure he’s nice, but do we want nice things for you, Grace?”

“No.”

“What do we want for you, Grace?”

“The best,” she said.

“Alright. Now, I’ll give you a moment to say goodnight and LOCK your fire escape, then hurry down for the pre-dance photo shoot.” Grace’s eyes welled with tears as she looked down at her hands, clasping her dress anxiously. Her mother lifted her chin with her fingertips and said in a sweet voice, but through clenched teeth, “Don’t you dare cry and ruin this makeup job, and let. Go. of. That. Dress!” When she said dress, she jerked away one of Grace’s hands with her free hand and Grace’s other hand quickly followed.

Then, Grace whimpered in her tiniest voice yet, “He’s my best friend.”

Her mother looked at her with a mixture of pity and exasperation and shook her head, “We can discuss that another time.”

Grace took a deep breath and almost magically forced away the tears trying to form in her eyes. Simon was horrified by how frightened the woman made her. What would she do to her if she told her to piss off? He wasn’t going to find out tonight, because Grace stepped in line and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Simon.” She was using that voice that she used with people whenever she was just telling them what they wanted to hear. That was a voice she used with non-essentials, not with him... “I still want to do the whole pumpkin patch thing tomorrow, if you don’t hate me for wasting your time tonight? Maybe my parents will give you money for the train ride home.”

“I’m not going home! My suit may be shabby, but it was the best that I could do and I tried really hard to look nice for you tonight!” His voice was louder than he meant it to be and he knew that her mother could probably hear him, but he had just witnessed the worst thing to happen to him in months (which was already saying a lot) and he just didn’t understand this version of Grace that he had seen tonight.

She smiled, sadly and touched his cheek, “You DO look nice. I love it. I love that you remembered the colors for your accents, and it's very obvious to someone like me, who knows your type of fashion, that you did put a lot of work into this look. But, what I'm telling you is that there is no way that my mother is going to let you get into the car with me and head to the dance, now. I didn’t expect her to be here! But, apparently my first school dance was an event she couldn’t miss, despite missing several other things that I thought should have been pretty dang important...” She dropped her hand and sighed, “I really wanted to go with you tonight, but it can’t happen now. She made that clear to me. I’m sorry, Simon.”

She looked like she might cry again, but she quickly sucked it up and put on a smile. “We can go downstairs together. You don’t have to take the fire escape…”

“What do they do to you? What do they do to you to make you like this? What could they possibly do for you to treat me this way?” He asked, practically pleading.

“They work hard to make sure that I have the best. It’s my responsibility to be my best for them, and they… they… know what’s best.”

“You don’t believe that, Grace! They’re one of the main reasons that we don’t trust adults!”

“Even if I don’t trust them… I have to do what they say! What else can I do? They’re not gonna just leave me alone and let me live my life. Maybe one day, Simon. Just not tonight… Not now...” Simon had tears in his eyes, but Grace was definitely disassociating.

She had to be strong, because she had to present herself to her parents, the pros who put together her look, and the photographer. She had to be perfect whenever she made her entrance. “Goodnight, Simon.” She gave him a playful tap on the cheek, strummed his face with her thumb and left him in the room alone. Simon covered his nose and mouth with both hands and started to cry.

The time it took Grace to smile through the photo shoot pretending that she hadn't just sliced her heart into pieces and fed them to her mother, to get the dress safely into the car, and the drive to the dance… Simon had already made it there. The school was closer to Grace's house than his house was, so he just walked. Anger and resentment fueled his pace.

When he arrived, he went to the bathroom to freshen up and get himself together. He slid into the stall with his jacket off, rolled up his sleeve and looked at his arm for a while. He drifted into a daydream.

They were 10, she was in her ballet garb and he was in his vest, shorts, socks and sandals… she was gonna "teach him a few moves," though he couldn't remember why. All he ever remembered about that day was that he couldn’t focus on a single thing that she said to him because she was standing close enough for him to be more concerned about focusing on her features and whenever she was standing behind him, trying to help him get into position, her hands were on his person and she smelled like fruit and flowers. She usually smelled of nice, expensive products and fruit scented lip gloss, but there was something else that he wasn’t as familiar with, though it was very nice. He found out later it was mango butter. She lathered herself in the stuff to moisturize. She didn’t teach him ANYTHING that day but that he wasn’t really into doing ballet, and that she was the prettiest girl that he knew. Always would be. Tonight, they were supposed to dance together again. This time, in front of people. This time… Maybe it wouldn't just be a huge failure, he thought. But, it failed before they ever even made it there. You're never going to be good enough for her.

Simon pulled down his sleeve, put his jacket back on, "You're just as good as anybody else! You're better than most of the people you've ever known!" He hissed, straightening himself out in the mirror.

Then, he went out to get some punch. There was a table of fountains with various fondues and drinks. He remembered that this was his first dance at the academy and that his former jr high bashes would pale in comparison. Everything was SO formal. It reminded him of photos of his parents at a military ball whenever they were first dating… but then add like a million dollars of decorations and stuff.

Whenever he thought about money, his mind went back to Mrs. Monroe's cold features and empty smile. The way she tore him down like he was a null and Grace just LET her.

If his parents ever so much as cut her an ugly look, he'd bludgeon them. She couldn't even tell her mother "no," for him? She'd been so beautiful in that yellow dress, with her goddess locs pulled up and twisted into a cascading bang, a halo crown and sparkling butterflies with jade jewelry and light green and gold accents in her dress, makeup, and hair. Simon didn't even know wtf chartreuse was until he had to try to find "accents" for his suit. He found a tie, a pocket square and socks! He shined his shoes, like he'd seen his father do. He watched videos to learn to tie the tie and fold the square. He'd exfoliated his skin and gelled his stray hairs to try to keep his ponytail neat!

He was sulking into another cup of punch when somebody said, "Is that Grace Monroe?" He turned and the kids made way for her. Her driver helped fix her dress for her entry. She had that fake ass smile plastered on her face, but the moment she saw Simon, it faded. Then, her real smile quickly appeared and she shuffled over to him. "You still came!" She cheered. Everyone else immediately didn't matter to her, but Simon wasn't smoothed over. He was still very much hurt.

"Your mom can control you, not me," he grunted. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at it before flicking it off with a harsh brush of his hand. "We're not here together, remember?"

"Obviously, I remember. But, we're still friends… Right?" She stared at the top of his head as he stared into the cup of punch. It was good. Tasted like pineapples and cream with some spritz to it… but it didn't taste good enough to help him avoid this questioning. It'd have to do for now, because there was no way he dared look up to see how she might be looking at him. The feel of her eyes upon him was heavy enough. "What can I do?" She asked in a small voice.

He glanced at her, looking down at her hands and clutching her dress. He sighed and shifted his eyesight to look at the others in the room with them, having fun without a care in the world. Meanwhile, here they were… both obviously miserable. "Nothing," he finally answered, though he didn't look at her again. "You're clearly a powerless kid, just like me. We thought we were so tough because we could win some fights with nulls and really, we're the worthless ones. Your mom proved that tonight. She could care less about specks like us. These kids treat me like I'm something they stepped in, and I can't do anything about it, because my parents can't toss money at administration if I mess up. But, if I get kicked out, my chances of being successful will decrease three quarters. I'll never be rich and powerful, no matter the fact that I deserve it. I deserve it more than anybody else in this room of fakes and flunkies! I'm smart. I'm strong. I'm fearless. I'm tactical. I deserve respect. I deserve the best, too, Grace."

"You do."

"Then why didn't you have my back!?" Now, he looked at her. He deserved an answer.

"Because… I'm… not... those things. I'm not that smart. I just know how to talk to people. I'm… not that strong. I'm just agile and can dodge a lot of danger. And, I think you saw for yourself that I'm not fearless. I'm terrified of my parents seeing any of that. Everything that I'm not. They'll lose the little bit of love that they have got for me and I can't stand to risk it. I guess I just thought that you wouldn't. That... you could take one night of my cowardice and still love me. I was wrong to expect that. You deserve better, but I'm not someone who can give you that. You were always gonna eventually do great things. I was always gonna skate by on my family name." She wiped her eye and looked at her glove to see a little makeup. "I'll leave you alone now…" She was going to go cry over this. Very uglyish and loudish… but Simon caught her wrist.

They looked at each other. Her eyes were asking him why he stopped her when she was giving him his way out, but he knew as well as she should have.. she was absolutely right. He'd love her through anything. He just wasn't going to say that. "We're supposed to open the waltz," he said. His gray eyes were soft on her and she sighed with relief and hurled herself into him for a hug. He held her. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Your mom's a monster. And she's got a ton of money. I've never seen you be afraid of anybody else and I shouldn't have attacked you about it." She was now fully crying on his shoulder. "Apex never dies."

She smiled and nodded, "We're on this wild train for life." She stood up straight and they stared at each other. Did… did she see Simon blushing? She touched his chin much like Simon had seen her mother touch hers, which momentarily gave him a little nervousness, but she said, "You know, Socks & Sandals… this outfit really makes your eyes POP! Have… have they always been green?"

"My eyes are gray," he said, blushing even more, but also looking offended.

"Thank goodness! That's what I thought they were before now…" she kept staring though. "They're prettier than I remember. Did you do something?"

"Like eye reconstruction or shapeshifting?" He asked sarcastically. She laughed and he smirked. Then, they made their way to the dance floor. Grace was in his arms most of the night. They took photos together, with "friends," and at the booth, and before dismissal, they ducked out to ditch her driver and jump on the train to head into the city.

Grace peeked into her clutch for her mask and saw several valuables that she knew weren't hers. "Simon… what is all this?" She pulled out watches and jewelry to get to her mask.

"That's stuff I found on assholes at the dance."

She looked at him a moment, like she was judging him; then they both laughed. "Please tell me that at least ONE of these items came from Shana!" He smirked and shuffled through his haul to show her a set of keys with a plushie keychain. "Are these her car keys???"

"Looks like those are all her keys. But the keychain is fruit with a face! We love fruit with a face!" Whenever they got off of the train, Simon removed the keychain and threw the keys to the wheels. He didn't have an issue with Shana, but she had made Grace her rival since the recital years ago, so that meant she was Simon's enemy… and tonight, she'd be stuck at the dance.

"It just occurred to me that a mask won't do much when the rest of me looks like this," Grace said, laughing.

"It JUST occurred to you that a face mask wouldn't hide your very conspicuous ballroom gown?"

"Shut up!" She laughed and held his hand as they ran out of the train station. Both of them stuck their tongues out and flipped the surveillance camera the bird as they did.

She didn’t want to go home. They had been going around the city for hours and she was certain that unlike when she was 10, her parents could care less if she was home, so long as she didn’t embarrass them while she was out there.

So, she and Simon waltzed at the creek in the moonlight, unintentionally inventing inside jokes, lounged around the closed mall, stole some skateboards from someone’s yard and went skateboarding at the boardwalk. Grace was much better at it than Simon, despite the fact that she had never tried before and was wearing a lengthy gown. Simon vowed that he was going to get better than her.

They made their way back to her house and Simon tampered with the lock on the fire escape to let her in. Whenever he successfully broke in she gasped and he said, “You owe me 20 dollars.”

“I did bet you 20 dollars that you couldn’t possibly break into my home…” she said.

“Yep.” He held out his hand and she put his stolen valuables in it. “This was already mine, whenever I took it.”

“Yeah, but I’m taking the 20 I owe you out of it, for having held onto your loot.”

He groaned and stuffed his pockets. “If we’d been searched or something, they would presume that stuff was somehow all yours. Me? Obvious criminal.”

“You pickpocketed like a dozen people at a school dance and just broke into my window. You are a criminal.”

“So? That doesn’t mean that they have a right to suspect me as one!” She laughed and opened the window to climb inside.

Whenever she was on the other side, she turned and smiled at Simon. “Thanks for getting me home safely, Gray Eyes.”

He blushed and she definitely could see it, even in the moonlight. “Of course. Apex sticks together.” He reached out to give her a fist bump, but she rested her hand on his fist, shut her eyes, leaned forward, puckering her lips… like she was going to… going to kiss him. It happened really quickly, so he couldn’t prepare himself properly. It landed on the corner of his mouth and he didn’t know if she meant for it to be there, on his cheek, or directly on his lips. But, he turned slightly for their lips to touch and she gave those a second kiss, then a third. Small pecks, but two on the lips and the first extremely close to them was still... a lot.

They looked at each other a moment, realized that they were holding hands now and pulled them back. “Well, that was a perfectly normal friendship kiss,” Simon said.

“Very platonic affection,” she added, fighting a smile. “We still on for the pumpkin patch tomorrow?”

He nodded and smiled as he went down the stairs and she locked up after him, then watched him skateboard away on the board he had. Gray Eyes… That had to be his favorite nickname that she’d ever randomly given him.

Grace looked down at her frazzled dress, filthy at the seam and torn and dirty in other places. She looked in the mirror, traced her fingertips across her lips that she had just so BOLDY used to kiss Simon and she laughed, climbing into bed to go to sleep without a shower or anything. He had kissed her back. She giggled about it. She giggled herself to sleep...

#Infinity Train #infinity train fanfiction #Nesha Fanfiction #AU Infinity Train #fics #If They Didn't Get on the Train #The Fall Festival

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superfandomdqueensnook · 4 years

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My Heart Aches With Your

For @jatp-week. Day 5: fic focused on friendship/found family. It’s Carrie and Nick. I have become really invested in these two.

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Nick wiped his hands on his jeans. For the fifth time in three minutes. He repeated what he wanted to say in his mind, then he started walking forward. Movement caught his eye, making him look away from his goal for a second. Reggie gave him two thumbs up. Nick tried to smile back.

Turning back to where he was heading, he gulped. The talking stopped as he neared. The rest of the Dirty Candy stared at him behind who he was looking for. “Hey, Carrie.”

Said person turned slowly. If he hadn’t known her, he wouldn’t have seen the look in her eyes. The hesitance.

That was what hurt the most.

“Hey, Nick,” Carrie said. She was holding herself defensively. Nick hated seeing that in her body posture. Not even when they were driving each other nuts were they like this.

“Could I…” Nick swallowed and clenched his hands, quickly wiping his palms again. “Could I speak with you?”

“You are speaking with me,” Carrie said, her chin came up a notch higher.

“In private,” Nick clarified.

Carrie eyed him up, Nick put on his begging eyes. The trick he had learned from her. There was a twitch in her lip, it might’ve been amusement. He sure hoped so. “Alright.”

Nick nodded and gestured for her to go. Carrie briefly spoke to Dirty Candy and they walked in sync beside each other. Finding the first empty classroom, they slipped inside. He watched Carrie carefully, searching for anything standing out in her body language.

Carrie broke the silence. “You asked to speak in private. We’re in private.”

“Uh, yeah, we are.” Nick nodded. He could see a head of black hair pop through the window, drawing his attention away from Carrie. Reggie waved through the window excitedly. Nick shot him a confused look.

“What are you looking at?” Carrie said, her head turning to the window. “You can see them too?”

“Say what?”

Carrie uncrossed and recrossed her arms. “The ghosts. Julie’s ghosts.”

Nick just stared at his best friend. Carrie sighed. “I can see ghosts!”

“I’m sorry,” Nick said at the same time.

“Heh?” Carrie said, tilting her head. “Sorry about what?”

“About what happened when I was possessed by Caleb, about what I-slash-Caleb said to you.” Nick ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. “He got everything I knew about you and hurt you with it. And don’t try to claim that those words didn’t hurt, because I know you and I know it hurt you. I am so sorry.”

Carrie stared at him in disbelief. She pressed her lips together and shifted her weight. “I, uh… don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just really wanted you to know I am sorry. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Of course we’ll still be friends!” Carrie looked aghast. “Unless you don’t want to--”

“Yes! I want to be friends! You’re my best friend!”

Carrie stared at him wide eyed, almost watery looking. Nick could feel his own eyes watering. She still wanted him as a friend. Even after everything that had happened.

“I’m your best friend?” Carrie echoed, her lip trembled.

“Yes, you’re my best friend. You’re my closest friend. You know more about me than any other person. Not even my siblings or my dads know as much about parts that you know.” Nick swallowed thickly. “That’s how we became friends after all.”

Carrie wiped at her face. “Dang. Was not expecting that.” She nodded. “It’s the same for me.”

Nick awkwardly opened his arms in an offering. “Hug?”

“If you want one,” Carrie responded, shrugging one shoulder. Nick smiled.

Nick curled around Carrie, her arms wrapping around his ribs. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears roll. It was better to get it out, he tried bottling it once and that did not go well.

“Thank you,” Nick mumbled into her shoulder.

#jatp week #day 5 #day five #angst #carrie wilson #nick #julie and the phantoms #angst with happy ending #THESE TWO ARE BESTIES

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eviearie · 4 years

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Nostalgia and Apologies

This is my first fic for the spop fandom! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :) Enjoy!

Happy Birthday Scorpia!!

Pairings: platonic scorptra, background romantic catradora, mentioned scorfuma, implied entrapdak

Words: 1964

CW: slight angst, bad flirting, unreliable narrator

Summary: Etheria's magic is restored; the Hoard has been defeated. Scorpia wants to take her kingdom back, so in order to do so, she brings Entrapta (the tech master), Adora (the crushing master), Perfuma (the plant master), and... Catra. Nostalgia is in order, and so are apologies.

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After Etheria's magic was fully restored and the world was safe from Hoard Prime, The Fright Zone had no use. Entrapta returned to her palace and Hordak went with her; with Shadow Weaver gone as well, no one had felt the need to stay. (After all, the good food was outside in the world. Not one person wanted those ration bars once they discovered fruit). So all the former hoard soldiers made their own homes with new lives where they came from in the rest of Etheria. This was not the most easy thing to do, since most people were still aggressive towards the Hoard, and quite a few of those soldiers struggled to find places to stay outside of the now abandoned Fright Zone. But for the most part, the former soldiers were able to start over.

Then there was Scorpia. Like most of the other soldiers, she had been with the Hoard her entire life, but unlike them, she had nowhere else to go. Her kingdom had been taken over by the Horad; it was the Fright Zone.

So, she was going to take it back.

Scorpia, Entrapta, Catra, Adora, and Perfuma walked towards the Fright Zone through the Whispering Woods. The forest was now even more magical, filled with creatures Etheria had not seen in a thousand years. Perfuma was talking with Adora, Catra walking next to the latter, and leading the way was Scorpia with Entrapta using her hair to walk beside her.

"I'm so glad you asked me to help with the Fright Zone!" Entrapta said, talking animatedly. "There will be so many useful materials I'll be able to bring back to my lab when this is done! Although normally I'm better at putting things together than taking them apart..."

"That's what I'm here for," Adora said with a smirk, cracking her knuckles. Catra rolled her eyes fondly from beside her.

"Yes exactly! Anyway with the components from the power system, and the sheer amount of metal I can collect from the buildings, ohhh," Entrapta said enthusiastically, rubbing her hands together before going on a tangent about all the things she could do with metal plating.

Scorpia smiled at her friend, listening intently even though she didn't know half the things Entrapta was talking about. (But she did know who Darla was! So. That's one more thing).

As they reached the edge of the forest, the five faced the horizon of the Fright Zone, the wasteland now covered in bright flowering plants. The three former Hoard soldiers stopped at the sight.

"It's so beautiful here, it's almost impossible to tell it was ever so dark and dreary," Perfuma said, examining the flowers growing in some of the broken down machinery.

Entrapta clapped and made a noise of excitement. "Perfuma, help me with these plants!" she said quickly, moving towards a large mechanical structure.

While Entrapta kept walking into the familiar territory, Perfuma following behind her, the three former force captains were frozen in place.

A flood of feelings came surging at Scorpia (and she could only imagine, the others as well) at the sight. All of the memories... all of the moments that took place in what was essentially a prison. Of course they had not known that then, but it was clear now. It didn't change the fact that she had known every corner of the Fright Zone from the dorms to the cell blocks for her entire life. Knowing the truth doesn't change the past, it only drives what must be changed in the future.

"It's weird- I don't think of this place as my home anymore, but there are so many memories I have of here… I can't not feel nostalgic," Adora spoke up after some moments.

"Yeah…" Scorpia and Catra echoed simultaneously, which snapped them out of their trance-like state, both glancing towards the other.

"Oh hey, remember the old training grounds!" Adora called, already running into the tangle of plant-covered buildings.

"You mean the one that broke down after, like, 2 squadrons trained there?" Scorpia called back, running after her.

"Yeah, Catra and I used to go play by it all the time as kids, right….. kitty cat?"

"Absolutely not," Catra said, appearing next to Adora as if she had teleported. Dang that girl… cat... was fast. "I've already said no to 'kitty' and 'kitten'. There's no way I'm accepting 'kitty cat'. Or any cat-themed pet name!"

"Oh come on, tabby, that's no fun," Adora said with a large devious smile as Catra struggled to keep calm.

"You're ignoring the obvious choice here," Scorpia said to Adora, who gasped with mock scandal in return.

"Scorpia, I'm surprised at you! to say something like that in the presence of a lady!" Adora said (with a grin that would normally make her act unconvincing), motioning to Entrapta and Perfuma in the background, Entrapta with her tools whipped out hard at work on an uncovered control pad.

The both of them burst out into laughter, Catra scoffing with her arms crossed behind them.

Scorpia pretended to wipe a tear from her eyes before looking around. "The dining hall!" she exclaimed after a moment, half-running half-walking towards another building. "I used to come here every day," she said as she approached it and stopped, Catra and Adora coming up right behind her.

Another moment of nostalgic silence and the three were running around again, pointing out every embarrassing memory that came with the different areas of the place they once all called home.

"Oh, I remember this place," Adora said as they reached the top of the main building. "We'd come up here constantly. Then Catra would run up there to sulk and I would have to chase her in order to try and talk to her," she said with a smile.

Scorpia remembered similar times with Catra. Those memories were… complicated.

Catra turned to where Adora was talking about and started sprinting, leaping up with cat-like agility up onto the largest platform. Scorpia and Adora glanced at each other before Adora summoned her sword and transformed it to a grappling hook, the both of them running after her.

"We would come up here and talk about how we were going to conquer the world together," Catra said as Adora approached from behind, her voice low. Scorpia walked up on the other side of Catra cautiously. "Remember when you got promoted? Right before you found that sword. I didn't even want to be a Force Captain then." Catra ran a hand over the mossy railing, staring at it in memory.

Adora put a hand on Catra's and looked at her kindly. Catra seemed to relax slightly after that, and Scorpia still couldn't help but feel a ping of jealousy that Adora was able to comfort her in a way she couldn't.

"Hey! Adora!" a voice suddenly called from below them. The three leaned over and looked down to see Entrapta looking up at them, Perfuma waving from beside her.

"Yeah?" Adora called back.

"Can you come down here and help me with this?" Entrapta yelled in response.

"Sure!" Adora called back once again, stepping back to go down. she paused in the entryway, glancing back at Catra and Scorpia. "You coming?"

"I'll be right there," Catra said, looking back out at the horizon. Adora and Scorpia shared a look, Scorpia glancing between Catra and Adora in an attempt to send a silent message. It must have worked, because Adora gave a thumbs-up back and turned to go and help Entrapta, glowing as she leapt down and out of view.

Scorpia turned back to Catra and crossed her arms on top of the railing. "Are… you okay?"

"I'm sorry," Catra said suddenly, her head lowering. Scorpia was struck silent, her eyes widening just for a second before forcing an understanding look on her face.

"No, don't be! You're good now, we're good, you don't have to apologize-"

Catra cut Scorpia off with a scoff-like noise, her head rolling to the side. "I mean- yes, I'm 'good now', but that doesn't matter!" she exclaimed before looking back down, avoiding Scorpia's gaze. "I still hurt you. I was blinded by my own selfish pain, and… and I was a terrible person! A bad friend, like you said. I tried to apologize before, but you were so… you. You know, after you left-" Catra paused, and looked back down. "I was so… broken. I couldn't even hear your name without feeling like I was going crazy. And later… I realized something. You were so good and understanding and you tried so hard… you were a friend. I could have--I should have appreciated that instead of pushing you father away and just focusing on myself. That's why… I'm sorry."

At that, Scorpia stopped. Looking down as well, she stood in silence with Catra, her friend. "When you came back, I was so happy to see you. Well, I thought I was," Scorpia started after a moment. "I guess I still felt a little guilty, and I thought I had to be happy to see you. I am!" she corrected quickly, and gave a half-sigh, "but I was still kinda confused. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I was so quick to forgive you that I didn't give you a chance to apologize. And because of that, things have been weird. But I don't want them to be."

Scorpia looked up to find Catra finally meeting her gaze. "As far as I'm concerned, we're still friends. And I forgive you," Scorpia said, smiling enthusiastically.

Catra started to smile back, although it was quickly cut off by a gasp from Scorpia. "Does this mean the Super Pal Trio is back together?" Scorpia asked enthusiastically.

Catra laughed. "I guess it does," she said, glancing down at where Entrapta, Perfuma, and She-Ra stood (wrecking things, no doubt).

"Yes!" Scorpia exclaimed, standing up and hugging Catra, who gave in willing. Scorpia did give great hugs. "We gotta go reminisce with Entrapta now." Scorpia turned, walking back out to go down to the other two.

"I'm coming," Catra said, right behind her. And with a final glance out at the familiar outline of the Fright Zone, she left with her friend, a smile on her face.

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If you would like to know how this story ends, that's simple.

It takes some time, but eventually most of the Fright Zone is dismantled. Some of the materials are left for foundations and such, but Entrapta takes a lot of the resources back to Dryl. The other princesses help with the rebuilding of Horror Hall and the rest of the kingdom as well, making it a beautiful and friendly place to stay (while still maintaining a bit of the original aesthetic). The Black Garnet is moved from a deep dark chamber into the center of the kingdom to out where it can see the sky, filled with the shining sun or stormy clouds or twinkling stars. All the princesses host a huge party to celebrate as soon as the rebuilding is finished, and people from all across Etheria are invited. Remember those former Hoard soldiers who had a hard time finding places to stay? Yeah, all of those people are more than welcome to restart their lives in the former Fright Zone. Oh, and Scorpia and Perfuma are dating now! With all of the princesses and their kingdoms united in this world of magic that they had never known before, Etheria is complete (for the time being. Something always happens). The Best Friend Squad, with the help of their other friends, do end up helping restore magic to the universe, but that's a long story for a different time. For now, the camera fades out on Princess Scorpia and her newly-restored kingdom, her (newly-restored) friends, and all of the world's smiles.

#my writing #i need to come up with a better tag for that #Happy Birthday Scorpia!!#spop #she-ra #she-ra princesses of power #scorpia #catra #adora #entrapta #perfuma #platonic scorptra #background catradora #mentioned scorfuma #implied entrapdak #idk how to tag #spop fic

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five-wow · 4 years

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considering what we now know, one of the last of these i might ever get to do: i watched 10.18! thoughts under the cut.

the previously on reminds us of adam’s yakuza problems, so i was braced for that, and then we get an establishing shot of the mcgarrett house instead! and suddenly steve is ironing a shirt on a towel in his kitchen again, and for a moment i was extremely confused because this is very clearly not the same shot as in the valentine’s episode but it’s also... the same thing?

BUT THEN, of course, we get steve raising a finger and going “don’t” just before we’re shown that danny is SITTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER WATCHING HIM, again i might add, and danny hasn’t even said anything yet but steve is already defensive and claiming that he likes ironing (which i love, that is a wonderful headcanon) and as far as déjà vus go, this is one i do not mind in the slightest. this is, in fact, the exact content i come here for.

okay wait, EVEN BETTER, danny seems to be sitting on the counter... reading a book? he is... in the kitchen, reading (writing in? idk) a book (in a room where there are zero chairs, which is usually where people locate their asses when they read books), while steve is also in the kitchen, ironing a shirt? dear lord. danny moved in and suddenly eddie wasn’t the only guy following steve from room to room in his own house anymore, i guess.

waiiit, steve is going on a date with emma. that is. not bad, just, so very confusing. (potentially very much a lie, omfg. that kind of confusing.)

HAH. i’m not the only one who went “?”, because danny doesn’t believe steve either.

fdjkfd steve asks alexa for his schedule to prove he’s telling the truth but what this really proves is that if it’s a lie, steve had the foresight and intention to put a fake appointment in his calendar, which i would in no way put past him. that’s the easiest thing in the world.

also, danny casually dropping in that he bought alexa for steve? i??? danny is just “casually” hanging out in rooms steve is hanging out in while it makes no sense for danny to be there, buying steve presents, pulling steve’s pigtails by questioning everything he does when he gets the chance, and that’s? that’s normal now?

junior!!! junior pops into the kitchen!

and he’s GOT A DATE TOO, which is a) WONDERFUL and b) a reason for danny to start describing tani which is fascinating and c) a reason for steve to say “well you know what, i think it’s great that you and tani are giving it a go, bud”, which is super cute and it’s A+ to know they have steve’s official stamp of approval (i mean, he’s their boss, that could’ve somehow gotten awkward), but also leads to a shot we get of danny pulling a face that’s kind of “ugh” and “yeah right” mixed into one and just. you know where i’m going with this. if you’re on this blog and you’ve read this post all the way to this point you definitely know where i’m going with this, but yes, this is absolutely danny mentally yelling that it sure is great THEY’RE giving it a go, steve, and doesn’t that potentially inspire you to ruminate on something going on in your own life, like, say, how you feel about your best friend and partner who also works on the taskforce with you and has a big mouth and whose name is oddly close to tani, actually, for that matter?

steve gets a call about shots fired at adam’s building and i’m just now realizing i’m only two minutes into this episode. i’ve spent at least ten times the amount of time rambling that i have watching anything. gonna need to shake that up a little bit.

fdjkfd lou and hpd enter adam’s apartment and they find at least three guys in actual gear, all dead, and adam curled up on the floor in what looks like sleep clothes, with blood all over him, and a) is adam literally superman now? but also b) even if i do accept that it’s possible he killed all of those guys before they managed to hit him anywhere vital even once, then how did he get smeared in blood that evenly all over? did he roll around on the floor before he curled up in the corner? i’m not an expert, but i feel like that’s not how a person would look after fighting off three attackers and presumably shooting most of them.

oh BOY. adam, with a crazy glint in his eyes: “i’ve been trying to dismantle kenji’s operation for months now. and i finally have the evidence to do it.” i both unexpectedly like this, and already low key hate it for how it’s probably going to be used as the show’s way of clearing adam from all the completely bonkers things he’s been doing all on his own with zero authorization or backup and bringing him back into the fold of five-0 as a somehow still trusted team member.

oh dang. opening credits do their thing, and then there’s no pause to check whether there’s even actually any actual evidence on that thumb drive adam was holding, but we just jump to swat, adam, lou and junior rolling up to kenji’s house and engaging in a huge shootout.

adam is now the lone dude pursuing kenji through the dark woods, who is also alone, of course. they brawl, adam gets the upper hand, and he gets a chance to shoot kenji which he doesn’t take, and then he calls for emts (good! this is good!) and extremely dramatically tells kenji “you were right not to trust me. i was working for five-0 the whole time”, and it just sounds like such a weird brag at this point. so i guess adam never went to the bad side again, suddenly? he just... keeps pretending he does over and over, and the criminals on this very small island keep being stupid enough to trust him, which honestly, is on them.

adam keeps bragging and oh gosh, tell me there’s a twist here and this is not just his victory lap. there’s so much of the episode left that something has to go very wrong about adam’s nice plan to wrap it all up neatly.

aha! it’s implied that letting kenji live might go badly for adam because kenji has information about adam that is bad for him. they did not completley forget that adam did crime stuff!

noelani seems to be at a funeral and we meet her parents and they don’t exactly seem super proud of her achievements, which i think we were told in the past, but now we’re shown, and it hurts my heart.

oh noooo. noelani gets to the open casket and immediately finds marks on the body that she clearly thinks are suspicious. that’s! not going to go well, gosh.

fdjkfdjkf adam and steve are in steve’s office and steve basically just went “so your plan to fight the yakuza was to join the yakuza” and adam very seriously goes “yes.”

steve is very not happy and adam doesn’t truly seem to grasp why and then steve’s phone rings and there’s a case, which is very nice timing for adam. saved by the bell.

so five-0 is on a ship that got robbed by pirates but it’s all very mysterious, and then they realize there might still be a pirate on board and they split into search parties and it’s junior and tani as one (who start talking about their missed date), and steve and danny as the other (who are not shown talking about dates, but who knows), and just. i love watching both of those duos work together, and the junior-tani vs steve-danny parallel is once again very in your face, hah.

tani gets locked in a kitchen with the pirate and junior is outside freaking out and that’s angsty but then junior and steve finally break through the door in a combined effort and they and danny rush in, only to find tani has already solved the problem without their help. YES. GOOD CONTENT.

jkfdfjdk over on the island, quinn is now helping noelani intimidate the coroner who wrote a bad report on noelani’s uncle’s death and that is ALSO very good content.

dfjdk lou welcomes most of the team back to hq and asks “anybody left pining”, which he follows up with the rest of a sentence about the high seas, but UH. YES. i know some people who might be pining.

lots of plot stuff happens and it’s genuinely interesting to watch, but also, oh my god, quinn and noelani are making me cry.

fjdkfd tani goes to meet one of the guys from the magnum pi crossover and he says he’s still waiting to hear back from quinn about the dinner he was hoping to have with her, and i like that because my lesbian quinn headcanon is still going strong.

quinn and noelani encounter a teen trying to get out of gang life who might be on a wealthy person’s hitlist, and my first thought is just. put the kid in the mcgarrett house. not only will he be instantly adopted by steve (and thereby gain a complicated network of siblings), but he’ll also be living in a place where he’s protected by not one, not two, but three members of five-0, two of whom are former seals. just. aside from the dire lack of beds, it would be so good.

jfkdslf, steve, danny and junior find the pirates and a room full of bags of powder that looks like drugs but probably isn’t, seeing as it killed the pirates, and then a small army rolls up outside and starts shooting at them, forcing them to take cover in the room with the powder, which starts dusting the air as the bags get shot. i love how the writers made the circumstances work here, omg.

I LOVE THE WAY THAT PLAYED OUT EVEN MORE, because it made a) for a very interesting shootout with clear stakes, and b) for a somehow both hilarious and potentially super angsty moment when danny is fairly affected by the powder, which has to bring up some bad sarin gas memories for him, and then steve shoots one last bad guy right over danny’s head and danny’s ears are ringing and he yells something and steve doesn’t understand him and just kind of pats his back in comfort, which in turn gives me strong driving-a-nuclear-bomb-through-the-woods, name-your-restaurant-Steve’s-please flashbacks, oh my gosh.

tani makes a REALLY LAME PIRATE JOKE and i LOVE HER.

quinn got the whole team together at a bar so noelani wouldn’t be sitting at home alone!!! the type of supportive female friendship i want to see!!!

and then quinn wants noelani to come dancing with her, but the magnum pi guy shows up and noelani tells him that maybe he could take her place. GAY QUINN IS SOARING. also, poor woman. this has strong vibes of danny setting steve up half against his will.

tani and junior watch quinn and the guy dance and decide to join and/or dance fight them in the best conversation ever, and it looks they’re all having SO MUCH FUN and it makes my heart happy.

what ALSO makes my heart happy is how much i enjoyed this episode, because i thought there would be a lot of yakuza stuff after that “previously on” and the beginning, but adam just kind of disappeared after his talk with steve, and suddenly there were two entirely unrelated plots which were both very neat and gave me so, so many character interactions i adored, ahh, how wonderful. i love season 10 so much.

#10.18 #h50 #so much good stuff!!

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nightwolfomega · 4 years

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Baked with Blood

Part 1

One of the best ways to show your love is the way you bake, Betty loved baking even when she was a baby. She loved to watch her mother and great aunt make the most delicious and extraordinary cakes and pies. As a kid she dreamed about opening her own bakery and making other people smile from her own delightful baked goods.

Moving to a town called Mayfield filled with farming orchards would be the best idea to help her start off her little quest to become a master baker. Driving up to her little house, the paint looked worn and the windows dusty. It was slow progress but still progressed nonetheless, she managed to also rent a little shop she had close to town. It was almost finished with furnishing and safety protocols for the place all she had to do now was start baking and presenting it to the public to consume,

To be honest she spent more time fixing that place up than her own. she pulled out a few more boxes from the trunk of her car and walked up to the little porch and sat the boxes down on the rocking chair doing a couple of trips, going back and forth to get more boxes and finally got the final box on the porch. Unlocking the door, she grabs the boxes and walks in.

The smell of fresh paint still lingered on the walls, luckily the house looked better on the inside than the outside. Each step the wooden floorboards creaked as she sat the boxes on the couch, whipping her head and blowing out some air. Betty continues bringing boxes inside until she finally collapses on a large recliner.

It was funny how chilly it was getting outside yet now she was working up a sweat, “Good gracious, finally managed to get everything in before it got too cold out.” standing back up and walking over to the kitchen, she unpacked all of her kitchen supplies before even working on unpacking the other things for her semi new house.

She pulls one of the many cook books she had made filled with all the recipes her family had and flips through it “Hmm, I could go for something with apples.” scanning the index for recipes for the autumn weather. “Ooh, Apple crumble. That would be so perfect.” tapping on the letters. She walks over to the fridge to get some apples but to her dismay there were none. “Ah dang it I forgot to get some.” rubbing her eyes.

Pulling her phone out she looked up to see if there were any orchards opens selling apples, luckily it was early in the morning, hopefully she’ll have time to go to an orchard and get some apples. Her eyes manage to catch a bundle pluck sale at one apple orchard. Pluck enough apples to fill 5 medium sized baskets for fifty dollars, “Fantastic! I better head on over there quick to get the best ones.”

Rushing out to her car and this time getting a jacket, she drives off to the Wimbledon Apple orchard. Luckily there were only two cars there, excellent she got there in time. She grabs two baskets and walks up to one of the many trees seeing the yellow ones ripe for the picking, “Yes! These will be perfect!” she starts to scan and pick for the best ones wanting to make sure she got the best apples to bake with.

Looking up higher Betty saw the biggest ones on the tallest branches, she was determined to get those now. Just had to pluck one more that was reachable, she was struggling greatly to get it but it didn’t deter her persistence to grab it.

When her fingers finally managed to reach out to touch the apple a large scarred hand reaches out and grabs it. Her eyes in a matter of seconds locked onto the man that stared back at her. Wearing a flannel shirt in worn overalls with boots caked with mud and grass.

“OH!!” in a shrill tone of voice flinching away from him clutching her hand to her chest.

The man jerks back also surprised that she saw him, plucking the apple off with it.

“Good lord you gave me a startle!” feeling her heart pound loudly in her chest breathing a bit faster now.

He frowns at her now, he didn’t mean to scare her like that but when he saw her struggling to reach he just wanted to help. It wasn’t his fault he had bad scars on his body and was bigger than most people. He looks at the apple then holds it out for her.

Betty tilts her head “Wait? Were you getting that for me?” calming down from her little jump scare, his chapped lips pressed firmly together and his eyes looking down slowly nodding. She couldn’t help smile “Oh sweetie that is so kind of you.” stepping up to him.

About to say more there was a loud commotion “Hey! You get the hell out of here you thieving devil boy!” Mr. Wimbledon shouts as a few other people rushed with him.

“What are they talking about?” looking back at him to see the poor man terrified now “Hey hey honey what’s the matter?” she asks worriedly. Looking back at the crowd she put the pieces together quickly and knew they were going to do something bad to him, thinking fast she grabs his hand firmly “Follow my lead.” she spoke up to him.

Betty didn’t know why she wanted to help this guy all of a sudden but she watched plenty enough movies to know how frightening a country mob could be on a person.

He froze in shock feeling her hand hold his, When the people got close Betty called out loud and clear “Thank you so much for offering your help to pluck these apples with me! It would have taken me hours if I did it by myself!”

The farmer stops “Young lady you shouldn’t be anywhere near that man he’s bad news!” stomping his foot down. Betty turns to look at the crowd keeping her hold on his hand firmly even standing in front of him like a shield “I don’t really see how a man helping me grab an apple from the high branches makes him bad news, if anything he’s good news. I know darn well I’m not tall enough to grab those delicious beauties and he was so kind to offer me his help with it. Isn’t that right?” looking back at the man.

His hand was shaking and getting sweaty fast, “Just nod.” she whispers to him. In a quick reflex he nods “There see? He’s not doing any harm to anyone.” smiling happily to the others. They pause and Mr. Wimbledon makes a deep frown “After you get this woman enough apples I want you out of my orchard you hear me boy!” he spoke sternly.

The man nods as his body shivered, he held onto her hand more firmly now. When the people went back and the other people plucked apples though keeping an eye peeled on him. Betty sighs “What the heck was that about?” arching a brow, turning back to him she saw he was still startled by what could have happened.

“Are you okay honey?” her heart sore just seeing the poor man so scared, it was like looking at a shivering dog huddled in the corner. “I’m so sorry to put you in a position like that.” feeling bad that she practically forced this guy into helping her now. She noticed he was still holding her hand, using her other one she gently rubs her thumb onto his knuckles “It’s alright now.” she coos trying to give him comfort.

His eyes drift down to see her doing that, it made his heart stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. How long was it that he got this delicate nurturing touch from someone, far longer than he would have liked to remember.

“How about I give you half of my apples to pay you back? Would you be okay with that?” unsure if that would even be good enough. “Or if you want I can bake you something with them if you like.” maybe that would be better she hoped to herself.

The large man paused and looked at her tilting his head curiously, “Do you like apple pie?” crossing her arms, he thought about it and shrugged. “Okay, how about apple crumble?” raising a brow. His eyes widened, Apple crumble? that was one of his favorite desserts his mother would always make for him and his brothers.

“From the look on your face you must like apple crumble, tell you what big guy. If you help me pluck enough of the biggest apples off these trees I’ll make you the best apple crumble you’ve ever eaten in your life.” Betty offers holding out her hand to him “Deal?” giving him a smirk.

He nods and shakes her hand with the other one, to her surprise though she could only feel half of the hand, when she notices he’s missing his pinkie and ring finger. Pulling her eyes back up to him she grins “Okay, lets pick some apples.” excitedly lifting up the second basket.

“My names Betty by the way, I recently moved here not too long ago.” holding the basket in her arms ready to hold the ones he would help pick for her.

The man felt his face get warm, he couldn’t help think how well the name fitted her with how pretty it was.

“What’s your name?” she asks innocently, reaching out to pluck another apple to put in the basket. He stopped and fidgeted with his fingers, he hated talking to others, always feeling his voice was as ugly as his appearance was. “M-My names Th-Thane. Thane Crimson” his voice honeyed yet croaky also.

Betty blinked a moment, she wasn’t expecting him to sound like that. She couldn’t help find it cute, it almost made her think of a large bear dressed as a cowboy. “That’s a really lovely name.” she finally speaks out with a warm smile.

Thane’s brows arched, he wasn’t expecting her to say that at all. When he spoke people would always feel uneasy or worse scared, “Well Thane I appreciate it very much that you’re helping me with this and I promise to make you the apple crumble.” placing a hand on her chest “Cross my heart.” she adds with a giggle.

He couldn’t help feel the sides of his lips twitch upward making an awkward grin, they spend thirty minutes looking for the best apples and having some small talk. Thane told her about his brothers Vincent the eldest always knew his mechanic work fixing any vehicle or farm equipment, if you get on his good side he’ll treat you well. Lorren the second born was always known to make music with his violin, despite the calming music he’s always full of energy and running around making sure the house is kept nice and tidy.

“You’re brothers sound amazing, I wish I could get a chance to meet them.” holding the basket up for Thane to place another apple in. He hums, “Say uh, if you don’t mind me asking. Why was Mr. Wimbledon so angry when he saw you here?” placing the basket down.

He frowns looking down for a moment then back up “Because they think I’m the son of satan.” plucking another one off and placing it gently into the basket. “What?! Why on earth would they even say that?” horrified by his answer.

He looked away and raised his other hand up to show the missing fingers “They don’t take kindly to people that weren’t born with all their pieces, or the rumor that we put a curse on all the fruit tree’s years ago.” Betty’s eyes widen “Curse? What kind of curse?”

“When our momma died the trees in the orchards died a few days later, They said she was a witch that cursed them.” tears started forming in his eyes “But she’d never hurt no one, momma was always kind and warm.” whipping his eyes with his worn sleeve.

Betty’s heart sank seeing him like this, she just wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay. So she did, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling close to him. She could feel Thane jerk suddenly by the sudden touch.

“That’s cruel and horrible of them to say that about you and your family. You’ll never hear anything horrible like that from me.” you spoke firmly. “I may not know you all that well at the moment but from what I can see I think you're a very sweet man.”

Thane couldn’t help shiver again now, his eyes welling with tears as the trickle down his cheeks, she could hear him sniffling as he slowly rose his arms up, almost afraid to even hug her back. “It’s okay sweetie,” she coos softly rubbing his back.

In a matter of seconds he sobs hugging her tightly as he falls to his knees burying his head into the crook of her neck. This woman was so sweet, so compassionate almost...like momma. “Hey Thane, would you like to come to my place to pick up the apple crumble and bring your brothers? I would love getting to meet them.” rubbing his messy hair.

Thane felt as if his heart was going to melt into a puddle hearing this, This woman just met him and now she wants to meet his brothers so quickly. He felt a pain in his chest suddenly, what if this was a joke just a cruel prank to make him have a false sense of compassion from this woman.

“If you want I could even bring it to your place if you could tell me where you lived.” her eyes drifting to his head. She couldn’t believe how such a big intimidating looking man could be so sensitive and touch starved.

“Y-You’d do that?” he asks, pulling away from her, his eyes now red and puffy. Betty smirks and pulls out a little pack of tissues from her pocket, it was always good to have tissues in case of moments like this, pulling one out and giving it to Thane to wipe his eyes. “Of course.”

His hand carefully takes the tissue and dries his eyes “Wh-why are ya bein so nice to me? Ya barely even know me.” looking at her like an innocent puppy would.

Betty arches a brow and shrugs “Cause why not?” she replies offering her hand to him “C’mon lets take these apples to my car and I can drive you back to your place if you would like.”

Thane blushed, of course he did walk here through the woods to get some fresh air, he knew the lands of this town like the back of his hand “If you wouldn’t mind that.” bashfully scratching the back of his head then taking her hand. “It’s no trouble at all.” Betty replies, helping Thane pull himself up.

They take the baskets and dump them into large bags she brought with her, paying the farmer Than sat in the car waiting patiently though he was nervous as he could even feel the peoples eyes watching him. “Thank you very much, have a nice day.” Betty spoke about to walk back to her car.

“Hey young lady.” Mrs. Wimbledon spoke out to her, she paused and turned to look back at the middle aged woman “That boy is nothing but trouble, you need to stay away from him or he’ll do god knows what to you.” she warned looking at Thane who was still in the car but now hunkered down trying to hide, not like it was helping him though due to his size.

Betty tilts her head “Oh? And why may I ask should I be worried about the man who just helped me?” innocently asking, The woman frowns “They’re sons of satan. Horrible bad things come from them rotten thieves if you don’t watch them. They’re responsible for the death of all the orchards years back with their devil magic and we all had to buy new trees to replace them.” She spoke bitterly.

“I may be part of the christian faith but I’m afraid I don’t believe in that sort of superstition. I think I’ll be just fine. Thank you so much for the apples and have a good day!” cheerfully walking off. The woman was dumbfounded that this girl didn’t even care of the evil those boys could do.

Getting in her car and turning on the ignition “Ready to go Thane?” she ask smiling over at him. He nods, keeping quiet, still keeping his head down. Betty drives off as the people stare at the vehicle leaving with a mix of worry and and wariness.

“That was fun,” keeping her hands on the steering wheel, Thane lifts his head up. He could help feel some relief was lifted off his shoulders to get out of there, all those people staring at him with hate and suspicion. “Where do you live at sweetie?” looking around for a moment then getting her eyes back on the road.

Thane guides her to the path of his home, it took roughly about half an hour until they finally make it to a large vast open field. “This is a really big space.” driving up she then sees a three story house that makes her eyes widen “That’s home.” he spoke sheepishly “Wowzers, that’s astounding.” blinking a few times.

She then notices a man standing on the porch wearing mechanic clothes stained with blotches of oil and grease with his arms crossed and from the looks of it he was pissed. “Is that Vincent?” parking her car, “Yeah, he ain’t too happy that I wandered off again.” Thane spoke sheepishly.

“Well I’ll help explain to him what happened okay?” unbuckling her seat belt, “R-Really you’d do that for me?” fidgeting with his fingers. She nods at him and exits out of the car with Thane.

“You better have a damn good reason going off like that.” Vincent stomping off the porch up to Thane “Those people will not hesitate to hit you with rocks or even their damn cars if they could.” now taking notice on Betty “Who the hell is this?” looking back at Thane agitated.

“You’re bother was helping me get apples from one of the orchards, I couldn’t reach the ones that were higher up so we made a deal that I would make him some apple crumble if he helped me get enough.” trying to keep herself confident and hope not to make Vincent any more mad.

“Wha-Are you serious with me right now Thane! How the hell do you know this woman’s gonna keep her word?!” he barks at him. “Because you guys are coming to my place to pick it up!” Betty spoke back with her voice raised. Thane looks at her surprised while Vincent scowls at her. “I am fully aware of what the people have said about you and your brothers and I can assure you I have no intention of being like that. Thane told me so many nice things about you Lorren.” looking back at her car “Thane was very kind to help me when he didn’t have to so I want to repay his kindness. If you don’t believe me you can even come to my place to watch me make it.” looking back at Vincent crossing her arms keeping firm to her word.

Vincent was quiet for a moment and looks at Thane “Alright, we’ll come over and watch you.” now becoming more calm “Okay, I’ll tell you the directions to my place. And if you guys have trouble with them here’s my number.” pulling a little note pad out of her purse and writing her phone number down to give them “There, Now if you’ll excuse me boys I have to prepare for a delicious apple crumble for my new dear friend here.” smiling up at Thane. “See you all later.” Betty adds and walks off giving them a little wave.

As she drove off Vincent stood next to Thane “She’s different from them, ain’t she.” putting his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, she was really kind to me and even gave me a hug.” Thane spoke bashfully looking down. Vincent sighs and goes up to the house “Well we better go inside and make ourselves look presentable for the lady.” Thane follows with a smile on his face.

Crimson brothers had to get ready to meet his kind innocent woman that was so kindly making them something sweet and they were looking forward to getting to know Betty.

#Baked in Blood #Betty #Thane #Vincent #Lorren #slasher #baking #apple #horror #orchard #farm

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scarlettkat86 · 5 years

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Eyy, @fluttyseed, remember the stripper Sharky fic idea? Well I took it and did a little less funny and a little more steamy. Hope you enjoy. Also tagging @deaconmcsexypants and @jacobmybeloved for reading snippets, appreciate yall. Theres also stripper sharky edits at the end because I have no shame.

Characters: female dep/rook, brief Hurk Jr, Sharky Boshaw.

Word Count: 1584

Warnings: Um, its a stripper fic, so if steamy lap dances and sharky taking his clothes off aint your thing turn away now.

Notes: Sharky’s stagename is from a disco song of the same name by Boney M, and the song he chooses to dance to is Fire and Gold by Bobby Saint

"There is literally nothing to do in this town." Rook huffed, slouching down into the couch. "What's there to do other then betting on which local a start a fight down at the Spread Eagle?"

Hurk Jr. takes a seat beside her, shotgunning a beer before he answers. "Well amigo, we can always get wasted and let the pigs loose at the Woodsons farm. Think I could ride 'em like one of those fancy rodeo cowboys!?"

Rook laughs at the image but shakes her head. "No way dude. Last time you and Sharky blew up a silo and set a barn on fire when i took yall cow tippin." She leans over putting an arm around Hurks shoulder. "Speaking of Sharky, where is he? Does he still think I'm gonna arrest him, cause that was just a joke."

Hurk jumps up from the couch, knocking over a few beer cans from the side table and points an acquisitive finger in her face. "You was serious that day man! I ain't ever seen someone ticked off as you was. If he hadn't of saved your ass from that bull man, you'd have taken us both in!"

Rook stifles a laugh before pushing his hand from her face. "That'd make me an accessory to a list of crimes I'd rather not admit to being a part of." She sees his face twist with amusement, then he flicks her nose.

"Dang, you know what. Bonafide disaster of a cop cause you're always aiding our criminal adventures, but you're the best damn friend I ever had." He rubs his thumb along his goatee then says, "I tell you what. I'll let you in on where Sharkys at, but you've gotta sweeten the deal for me brobafet."

"You insult me, then insist I sweeten the deal, seriously?"

"I'm deadly serious, like a ninja. I ain't blind and I know what you're gonna see tonight will be far more better then anythin' you could imagine. Now, what I want is simple. I wanna use your jeep while you visit Sharky at his new job. That's it."

After a few stipulations, Rook drove the 40 minutes to the next town over. "That's it!" Hurk yelled. A neon sign read, 'The Swinging Sirloin Bar'.

"You mean to tell me I drove nearly a hour to pound a few back in some sleezy bar?!" She says squinting her eyes at Hurk.

"Whoa whoa whoa. That's somethin' I don't need to know. Now a deal's a deal amigo." Hurk says with his ears covered. She's confused, nothing she said should make him cringe like that. Rook stepped out of the jeep and he took over the driver's seat.

"I'll see ya tomorrow amigo, dont worry Sharky won't mind riding you. Shit, what I meant was giving you a ride. In his car. Oh hell, just...bye!" He stammers and flies out of the parking lot.

That was...odd. Opening the door to the bar, everything suddenly makes sense as her ears are assaulted by women hollering and catcalling. She sees a stage with a semi naked man gyrating on a random woman seated on stage. To her right is a hallway with multiple doors, and to the left is the bar. She makes her way over, taking a seat at the end furthest from stage. Her cheeks flush, not for the sight in the room, but because she thought this was a hole in the wall bar. That serves steak. Not a strip club.

The bartender makes his way over. "The names Seth. What can I get you beautiful?"

Rook shrugs her shoulders, "Whiskey sour I guess. I'm here to see a friend, maybe you can point me to him? Goes by Sharky."

The man behind the counter slides her drink to her. "Only know stage names and faces, got a description?"

There's a loud commotion center stage, the man on stage now had his head up the back side of the random womans skirt, seemingly motorboating her ass. Rook curses, horrified but unable to look away. "Do uh, do all your dancers get so, hands on?"

Seth raises an eyebrow. "Well now, are you curious to find out, or jealous the friend your crushing on feels up on all the ladies in the same way?"

Rook snaps her head back around glaring daggers at the bartender. "What! How did you, I mean no. I'm not... jealous." She folds her arms across her chest. "I'm-Oh. Oh my God, he's a stripper?" She pulls her phone from her jeans and shows his picture to Seth.

"Crushing on Daddy Cool? His no touch rule drives the women crazy." Rook chokes on her drink, spewing it all over the counter.

"He's got time for a private dance. Or you can wait for his shift to end." He laughs pouring her another drink and wiping up the mess. "But if you wait, some other woman will probably take his last dance."

That's how Rook found herself sitting on a questionable leather couch in a dimly lit room, waiting.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity, before she finally heard the door open. She resists the urge to turn around and face him when he starts speaking.

"First things first, I got a couple ground rules. One, no touching unless you have my consent, two, hav-" Sharky stops dead in his tracks when he finally comes face to face with his customer. He twists the owl ring on his left finger, opening and closing his mouth before finding his voice again. "Uh, he-hey shorty. What uh, how-why are you here?"

Rook stretches her arms out, relaxing into the couch. "Well isn't it obvious? I've been missing you lately. Now I know why you've been gone."

"I ain't been avoiding you if that's what you're thinkin'. Just need extra cash, and well with my record'n all..."

"Well I've got plenty of extra cash."

"Hell dep, I can't ask for your money, I-"

Laughter bubbled up from Rook, catching him off guard. She stood up, placing her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. "I don't want you to ask. I wanna see your skills, Daddy Cool." She watches as he pulls out his phone, unsure if he's actually gonna strip. Maybe it was the way she purred his stage name in his ear, maybe it was part of his act, but the next thing she knew, he's carrying her to a chair in the center of the room. Music she's never heard before starts playing and Sharky starts circling her. It's an odd song choice, she's beginning to think he's joking but then his hand reaches from behind and wraps around her neck, the other tracing her shoulder and chest. His lips graze her ear, "Remember, no touching."

The song slows to a sensual beat and he's rolling his hips in sync with the rhythm. He slides across the floor, hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her breath catches in her throat when he slides his hips between her legs, grinding against her. He leans back enough to pull the white tshirt off, wrapping it around her shoulders before running his hands down his chest. She slips her hands down his back feeling his muscles contract with each roll of his hips. Suddenly he's moving away from her, a playful smirk tugging the corners of his mouth. "Shame dep. I had one rule and you've already gone'n broke it." He sways his hips, thumbs tucked behind the waist of his jeans. "Maybe I should go?"

Rook is flustered, what she thought was going to be hilarious, is actually turning her on more than she wants to admit. She turns her head to the side, clearing her throat. "No. Don't- don't stop." She hates how desperate that came out.

Sharky nods his head, sliding his hands to the button on his jeans. He bites his lip as he pops the button open, turning his back to her, moving his body until they drop to the floor. Sharky looks back over his shoulder and slaps his ass. Rook giggles at the sight, though the orange thong actually looks like sin on him, then he's striding her way. He puts one leg up on the arm of the chair and takes her ponytail, pulling it free, grabbing fistfuls of loose hair.

He starts singing with the music "I need it, jesus. Burn baby burn." Pulling her head to his waist and snapping his hips. She can't resist the urge to grab his thighs, and he makes no move to stop her this time. Her cheeks are hot as his erection brushes against her chin. He pulls her head back, leaving kisses along her jaw and neck as he slides his body back down. Instinctively she wraps her legs around his hips. Sharky cups her ass, picking her up, and begins rocking against her. The music stops but neither of them seem to notice. Rook smashes her lips to his, all teeth and tongue. She pulls away as she realizes she's just kissed him. He gently lowers her back to her feet, taking a few awkward steps back.

"I um, I don't know what came over me..I"

He shakes his head, "Shit dep I didn't mind whatever that was."

"I wasn't finished. I was gonna see if you wanted to take me back to your place, finish what you started here?"

"Hell yeah, but just so we're clear, you started this."

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#sharky boshaw #female dep/rook #sharky boshaw x f!deputy #hurk drubman jr #fc5 #fc5 fanfic #my photo edit

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spooky-raccoon · 5 years

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Road Trip (Part 3)

Rufo the Clown x Female Reader

Part 3 to Road Trip

Tag List: @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth @trig-loves-clowning-around

The alarm on the nightstand sounded off and with a loud groan coming from him I heard him press the button to shut it off. My eyes were slowly blinking open so I could adjust to the sunlight that had come in through the curtains. With a grunt I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my disheveled bedhead. Rufo flopped back onto the bed with a huff.

“Not a morning person I take it?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I listened to his morning protests of grunts and low groans as if he was asking for just a few more minutes.

“Not a dang bit. Never have been one.” He yawned out and rolled over onto his side to face me. “I’ll be up in a bit and we can hit the road again. Grab some free breakfast on the way out.”

“Take your time. I’m going to fix myself, so I look like I didn’t just survive a tornado.” I flung the blanket off me and got up from the bed, hearing Rufo chuckle under his breath.

It didn’t take too long for him to fall back asleep. My eyes lingered on how he looked, the blanket just sitting at his waist. The morning light hitting his skin only emphasized how his ab muscles looked.

“Thought you said you were going to get ready.” I heard him mumble then chuckle just ever so slightly and my face turned red in embarrassment.

“Yeah, just, uh, waking up and stretching a bit.” I quickly did an arm stretch as I turned on my heel to head to the bathroom to make myself look a little more presentable for the day. I leaned over the sink and splashed some water on my face. “The hell (Y/N). Get it together. He’s a stranger. Just a really attractive stranger. That’s it.”

I focused back on getting ready for the day. Washed my face, brushed my hair and made it a little more manageable with my straightener that I was thankful I had packed away. I didn’t even hear Rufo get up until his footsteps got closer to the bathroom. He walked in, his wavy hair still looking perfect despite sleeping like a baby. He leaned over the counter as I was brushing my teeth, looking over the slight bags under each of his eyes. He reached into his own little bag that he had tossed on the counter the night before, pulling out a toothbrush and some toothpaste. He was humming along to some sort of song as he brushed at his teeth. From how yesterday went it was nice to have a small peaceful moment.

With Rufo working on brushing his teeth I got dressed for the day back at the beds. Just a pair of jeans and a comfy t shirt. Rufo came back out in a pair of slacks and a button up shirt which made me raise my brow.

“Always dress so nice, Rufo? Or got a hot date to get to tonight?” I joked which cracked a smile on his tired face.

“Just the way I like to dress doll. Only wear jeans if I’m doing some dirty work. At least anywhere I go I’m always fashionable.” He laughed while pulling at the collar of his shirt to straighten it.

“And here I am looking like a potato next to you.” I chuckled as I sat myself down on the bed to get my socks and shoes on. I could see a look of confusion on his face.

“A potato? What do you mean by that?” He sat opposite of me so he too could get his socks and shoes on.

“Meaning, I’m not really up to the same standard as you for attire and looks. I’m just dressed plain and pretty bland. Didn’t even put any makeup on so I’m not how I usually look.” I shrugged, not giving it too much thought.

“(Y/N), you look completely fine. You don’t need any makeup. Too much makeup and you look like a floozy.” Rufo shook his head, a little bit of annoyance on his face which didn’t help the morning bags under his eyes. “And you’re dressed for a vacation. I’m dressed for a job waiting for me. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about how you look.” Rufo stood up and he towered over me as he took the small step to be right in front of me. “I ain’t going to hear no more of you putting yourself down as long as I’m your passenger, am I?”

“I, uh.” I was baffled if I was going to completely honest. An attractive stranger complimenting me and reassuring me was something I wasn’t used to. It hadn’t happened before or I at least couldn’t remember the last time it happened.

“Am I?” Rufo raised a brow and suddenly he gripped my chin between some of his fingers and thumb. His hold was unexpected, and I fought the strange feeling that bubbled up inside me.

“No, you won’t Rufo. Promise.” My back hurt from holding back the shiver and the annoyed look dropped from his face to be replaced by a wide smile.

“That’s the spirit doll. Now, let’s go get some breakfast. I could use some coffee.” Rufo went to collect his jacket and with the blush still on my face I got up to collect the rest of my things.

“Yeah, coffee sounds good.” Was all I could mutter as we wrapped up the room and left to go enjoy the free breakfast downstairs.

The breakfast was quiet and when I caught glances at Rufo he had a hint of a smile on his face each time. It was my turn to drive us a bit further, so I took the helm. I still let him choose the music as I focused on the unfamiliar roads as my phone guided me through them. For a few hours’ things seemed to be going well until the same dinging of the low gas tank went off. We pulled off to the gas station and Rufo went inside to go pay for the full tank I had put in along with some snacks. Things had definitely calmed down from the day before and it was a relief.

While Rufo was gone though there was a strange pull on me. Like something was tugging on me to go into my purse to find that card. So, I did. I was humming to myself and not paying too much attention to the world around me as I looked the card over to see the number on it. As soon as I took my phone out though Rufo had gotten out of the gas station with the small bag of drinks and assorted things to nibble on.

“Aye doll!” Rufo’s voice broke through the weird fog of my mind and I looked up to him, giving him a small wave. Rufo came walking up and saw the card in my hand and his smile dropped. “So, he gave you one of those damn things.” He snatched the card from my hand and despite my surprise protest he ripped it to shreds and tossed the remains in the garbage can. “Come on. We got some sights to see, don’t we?”

I blinked a few times as my mind came back. Once my head registered what he said I couldn’t help but grin and nod. We had planned to stop to see some of the hiking trails in a park I had mapped out. The thought of the card lost from my mind.

“Then let’s get going. Can’t waste this good day light.” Rufo chuckled as if everything was fine and he got the door open for me so I could take over the driving.

With both of us buckled up we took off, making idle chatter and listening to him tell stories about his travels and the sights he had seen. He had been all over the country countless times that I was surprised he had missed so many things when I brought them up. Just more things added to the list of things we could do on the way to where he needed to go. As long as they fit into the schedule of course though he didn’t seem to be in too much of a rush. No matter what he seemed rather relaxed, no care to be found.

We pulled up to the national park and found a good parking spot so the car would be in shade most of the time while we were hiking. Rufo carried the little pack that had our water and some snacks and soon we took one of the popular trails. The day was beautiful and all around us nature was buzzing with life. We didn’t do much talking as we went, just enjoying the sights and sounds that we came across.

It took an hour or so, but we made it up to the top of the trail. There was a smoothed-out rock that looked over the cliff side, so we decided to settle there for our little snack session. I had my legs hanging off the edge as I looked out at the view. It was truly beautiful, especially as the sun was starting to set off the side. Rufo was seated beside me with his legs over the edge as well, munching on a granola bar and taking sips from his water.

“Been to so many places yet things like this still take my breath away.” Rufo said as he tucked away his trash back into the bag. “It’s amazing all the things I haven’t seen yet.”

“And life is so short to see them all.” I sighed a little at the end and I took out my phone so I could take some pictures of the view ahead of us. I had an idea and had the camera view flip around, so it was in selfie mode. “Hey, Rufo.”

“Yeah doll?” Rufo looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Take a picture with me.” I had the phone lifted up and my body tilted so the camera had both of us in view. I chuckled when we both weren’t in frame all that well. Even though he was hunched over a little bit. “This is when I wish I was taller with some longer limbs.”

“Here.” Rufo chuckled as he took the phone, giving it a confused look when he examined the screen. “What button do I push on this thing to take a picture?”

“Right here.” I showed him where on the screen to tap and he nodded, leaning in close to my back which made my heart skip a few beats. With his long arms he was able to get us both well enough. He still couldn’t quite tell where to tap for taking a picture, but he managed to get a couple of us both smiling with the sky giving the perfect background. “There ya go doll.”

Once we finished our snacks we took back down the trail to get back to the car. We didn’t pass by many people on the way but enough to put some paranoia back into Rufo it seemed. His hand rested on my lower back as to make me hurry down the trail until we got back to the car. With a bit of talking we agreed to stay in hotel again as long as he promised the next night would be in a park. I let him drive and we went off to find some place to eat and rest for the night.

During the drive to find a place to stay Rufo asked things about me, asking what I did, what I wanted to do. Hopes and dreams and the like. I couldn’t help but to admit I really didn’t have many, if any at all. I only talked fondly about my desire to travel the country in a little supped up van but that was it.. I went on about how I just worked at my desk job day in and day out with no excitement to make life more than mundane.

“Wasting away behind a desk? Doesn’t sound like much of a life.” Rufo scoffed as he shook his head.

“It’s not really. Just work, work, and more work. Once in a while I read, or I’ll try to do something that isn’t just errands. Never been on a vacation until now.” I sighed as I looked over to him, the tiredness in my eyes getting more prominent.

“And here I am, taking it over with you getting me to where I need to be.” There was a bit of a guilty look on his face and I playfully tapped him on the arm in a mocking hit.

“Oh, don’t start that Rufo. I’m glad you asked me. Sure, it’s nice to do things alone but some things are better experienced with someone by your side and share memories. Right now, you’re that person I get to share with. Even if it’s just for a short time. I’ll probably never see you again after everything so that just makes it all the more special.” I insisted with a shake of my head. “I want you to stick around as long as you can.”

Rufo was quiet for a moment. Once in a while his brow would furrow and there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lip. After a little bit he looked over at me as he spoke to me.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Means a lot.” The corner of his lips now turned up into a soft smile as he went back to paying attention to the road.

With that I got back to keeping an eye out for a hotel. There was an odd stillness in the air from our little exchange and I could see a thoughtful look on Rufo’s face. After a little bit he put in a Frank Sinatra CD and we got lost in the moment to the music, singing along and enjoying the company.

#rufo #rufo the clown #more love for rufo #serenity falls #smile no more #one bad week #rufo: road trip part 3 #road trip part 3 #rufo: road trip #rufo the clown fanfic #rufo the clown fanfiction

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ahnsael · 5 years

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I’m back at the hotel. I’m beat. But dang it, that was a great time.

I got to meet up with Andrew today (he texted me while I was on the Submarine Voyage and I didn’t see it until I got off, but the timing was perfect -- when I replied and told him where I was, it turned out that he was right on the other side of the Matterhorn). We watched the Tiki Room together before he went home to work on school stuff.

I didn’t run into anyone else I knew today (no random encounters with former bosses like yesterday, even though I kept my eyes open for one in Star Wars Land).

I’m rambling again, but this time I’ll include a cut so I don’t take up as much of your dashboard as I did this morning.

One thing I found amusing: after going to Oga’s Cantina, I decided to buy a DJ R3X Funko Pop (it was that or the DJ R3X bluetooth speaker, but...we’re talking $25 vs $150). I remembered seeing them earlier in the day, and I went to every store in Batuu trying to remember where I saw them. In the last store, I asked the cashier for help.

“Um, I think those are sold off-planet. We don’t have them on Batuu.”

(Which seems odd since that’s where DJ R3X actually is.)

I took the hint and realized that I must have seen them in the Star Trader, so I went there and sure enough, there they were.

But I wondered, if I really didn’t get it, if he would have been more specific. Like, I get that cast members are strongly encouraged to play roles in that part of the park (I overheard one lady talking about a friend’s ex-boyfriend who got his arms ripped off by Chewbacca for doing her wrong -- some people are INTO their roles, and I dig it), but...if I had been confused by the “we don’t sell them on Batuu” statement instead of putting together the clue, would he have sent me to Tomorrowland?

Ooh, a good hint could have been “I believe the travel company Star Tours services a planet where they are sold, maybe check the shop in their terminal if you happen to find yourself in that part of the galaxy.” That way he can keep it “in-universe” while being more specific.

Of course, he may have already thought of all that, and just didn’t need to use it because what he said was enough to remind me that I’d seen it in that other part of Disneyland that is full of Star Wars stuff, and I told him that I now knew where I had seen it.

This whole trip, cast members were great (with one singular exception, but not enough to mention it to anyone in authority -- she may have been having a bad day). Sure, there were cast members who weren’t 100% in it (but, honestly, I probably saw more great examples of great cast members in the past two days than I have in the past several trips combined); there were those I overheard talking about the party last night, or a dating issue that two security guards were talking about at the bag check, but...that stuff is going to happen all the time (and the guards did stop talking about it as I went through the metal detector and then gathered my things from the tray to re-stock my pockets with my wallet, phone, portable phone charger, charging cable, and the trading pins I brought, which I didn’t trade in the end because nothing I saw on cast member lanyards seemed “better” to me -- but I had a LOT squeezed into my pockets so I could avoid bringing a backpack or fanny pack so it took me a little time to get back together when I went through Security).

There was one cast member at the Temple of the Forbidden Eye today, though, that bugged me. We were in the film room and she was telling people to fill in all the available space (odd to me, since the FastPass merge point is at the temple entrance, and then I walked all the way to the atrium before running into the rest of the line inside, so it’s not like she was trying to get more people out of the hot sun -- as a guest I hear “fill in all available space” and I think “How many of these people are going to try to use this to cut ahead of other people in line?”).

She, in a very monotone voice, just kept repeating “Move forward, fill all available space, side by side, two by two, three by three.” I heard her repeat that, verbatim, at least 15 times within just a couple minutes. It was just annoyingly repetitive, especially with the same “ugh, why don’t these people get it?” tone that came across.

But, again, maybe she was just having an off day.

And while I’ve had rides on the Submarine Voyage before, years ago before it was a Nemo thing, where a more accurate name would have been “body odor in a tube,” today was something else.

I mean, I’m in there for maybe 15 minutes with a handful of people who figured that since they were going underwater in a submarine today, they could skip the shower. And it was...like...GAG bad today. Even in the Tiki Room with Andrew, I was still coughing like I was trying to get the stench out of my throat (not HIS stench -- I detected no noticeable smell from him at all -- just from having breathed in the B.O. Cigar before that).

But I really feel for the pilot. They’re right in the middle, higher than the rest of us (and in comics, “stink lines” always go up, so I assume they do the same in real life). I hope they’ve got better ventilation up there than those of us under sea level have. Otherwise that’s got to be a miserable position to be in.

My portable phone charger worked like a charm, though. While I carried it and the phone in separate pockets most of the time, it was small enough that the two times I used it today, I could put it and the phone in the same pocket with my lightning cable connecting them.

When I got in line for the Submarine Voyage, I was down to about 30% battery (and this was at noon, about three hours after I got to the park). I got off the attraction at about 12:35, and I was already up to just over 80% (and the remaining battery in the charger was still 94%).

Granted, as I kept using the phone as it charged (I’d just bring the phone and charger out of my pocket together and hold them back to back as I used the phone), it was about 3 hours later that I unplugged it with the phone at 92%.

I recharged again later while I was in Oga’s, and got back up into the 80% range in the 45 minutes that I was in line for Oga’s and inside (I didn’t use my full 45-minutes of allowed time -- the sun was BEATING down on the line to get in, as I knew from having been out there, so I figured I’d help people get into the shade since I’d already had my two drinks).

Oh, and the Disneyland app LOST my Oga’s reservation.

Twice today it forgot everything about me. Even though I used its “touch ID” feature to sign in when needed, on one of those times I put my thumb on the main button and the app said I had entered the wrong password. I had to reset my password.

Then, even though I had seen the reservation for Oga’s on the app on my walk from Pirates (had to ride that one a second time) to Galaxy’s Edge, when I got there the reservation had completely vanished. There is a Guest Relations podium with a computer at the center of the three entrances to Galaxy’s Edge, so I stopped by there and said “This is probably going to sound like I’m making it up to get something I didn’t actually reserve, but...I had a reservation for this hard-to-get-into place and now it’s gone.”

(I didn’t think about the fact that I had an email verification...but at the same time, I also had email verifications for two other times since I modified the timing of the reservation twice this morning).

But the Guest Relations cast member assured me that if I did indeed have a reservation, then Oga’s would have my name, and I would be fine. And, sure enough, when I got there and explained, they asked for my last name and the time of my reservation, and verified that I did indeed have it.

But the Guest Relations guy said that they’ve had a lot of these types of glitches with the app.

I mean, it is a complicated app on their end -- keeping track of dining reservations and FastPasses for tens of thousands of people per day can’t be an easy feat. So I won’t say “Disney has got to be better than this” but...it would be nice. But still, the reservation wasn’t LOST lost, just lost on my end. They still made good on it, so I’m happy.

I can’t wait to do this again someday...but next time I may fly and pay for a shuttle to whatever hotel I stay at (this one isn’t bad; about a 20 minute walk to the main gate, but I could see maybe spending a little more to be closer next time). That drive into SoCal was rough, and I have to make it in the other direction tomorrow. It would probably be more expensive to fly, but would be an ease on driving stress.

I have zero regrets about the past couple of days. And maybe the date no-show was a blessing in disguise. I do like her, and it’ll be interesting the next time I talk to her to see whether she’s mad at me for not trying harder to get her here with me or whether she just actually blew me off, but...thinking back over the past couple of days (plus the day before, when I “met” her -- we had seen and talked to each other several times in the casino, but that was the first time that I spent that much time talking to her and ended up with the whole crush thing going on), either (1) I would have been moving too fast for her (she mentioned on that morning in the casino that she couldn’t believe how quickly I walked -- and I’m even faster in the park), or (2) she would have been annoyed at how I bounced around instead of taking the park in a clockwise/counter-clockwise direction (especially today -- I kept booking whatever the next available FastPass was until I had FastPassed everything, then I FastPassed some of them again), or (3) mad because she came all this way for me to call it an early both days of the trip (granted, I probably would have struggled through if she was keeping up, just out of pride, but still...whether that happened or not she would have gotten gross sweaty Kenny, not suave tie-wearing casino manager Kenny).

All in all, to the best of my recollection, here’s the list of rides I got in (not in the order I did them, but in the order that they’re listed on the Disney Wiki):

• Main Street Cinema (so glad they rescinded the “put merchandise in there” thing) • Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters (I didn’t score as well as I would have liked, especially since I KNOW the diamond-shaped targets are worth the most -- my aim just wasn’t good today and I got just over 100,000 points) • Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage (I had heard that the show building was drained and that the subs just ran through a trough of water in the middle of otherwise dry scenes -- and while that seemed true in some scenes, in others I could see the surface of the water in the distance; I’d love to see a “water map” of that show building). • HyperSpace Mountain (twice -- once as a walk-on in the standby line with a 3 minute wait, the second with a FastPass because I HAD to do that one again, it was amazing, and it put Smuggler’s Run to shame). • Star Tours (every scene after leaving the spaceport was new to me). There was no Rebel Spy on our flight. After the cast member left the cabin and we heard the gangplank move out of the way, there was a couple minutes where nothing happened, then we heard an announcement that it was “taking longer to load R2D2 than anticipated,” and then when the ride did start and the Stormtroopers stopped us to check for the rebel spy, the area of the screen that is usually a photo of someone in the StarSpeeder was just a blank rectangle (and we had no empty seats, so it’s not like the cast member hit some “choose random” button and the computer chose someplace at which nobody was sitting). Still better than Smuggler’s Run. • Okay, why does that Wiki still list “Innoventions” as a “current” attraction? It’s been the Star Wars Launch Bay for a while now (and is currently closed so I didn’t go in). Then again, it also lists the Starcade as a “current attraction,” so maybe that wasn’t the best site to link to. • Snow White’s Scary Adventures. This one pissed me off. Nothing about the attraction itself or the cast members therein (though I was disappointed to see that the brass “book” at the entrance has been worn down to the point where it’s almost impossible to read the indented words). But I was in line behind a family. One lady, two guys, two kids. The two guys were going out of their way to tell the kids (probably one three years old, the other four) that the Evil Queen was going to throw them in her dungeon. And throwing in evil laughs (which I’m afraid I may have prompted because I touched the brass apple at the entrance and elicited an evil laugh from the Evil Queen, which they were emulating). By the show scene in the queue (where there’s a spell book an fake stairs and a bunch of money people have thrown in there for some reason but I know it goes to charity so do your thing if you’re ever tempted to throw money in there) they were telling the boy that they were going to put him in there, even lifting him up the bars in the windows and telling him that they could fit him through and that he’d be trapped forever. The mom was trying to reassure the kids that it was “a baby’s ride” and that it wasn’t scary (meanwhile I’m thinking of the dungeon scenes, and the scary forest, and the fact that “Scary” is IN THE NAME OF THE ATTRACTION FOR A REASON and that the kids are going to get off hating that she lied to them, but MORE angry at the guys who instilled all this fear into the kids, and then MADE FUN OF THEM for being scared. I had hoped the kids would handle it okay, but when I got off (I was in the car behind them), they were still in the exit walkway and the boy was crying so hard after the ride that he was drooling. People don’t realize how well kids remember things like this (as I can say from personal experience). I saw the cast member (who hadn’t heard everything that I had heard) hesitate before letting them ride, but I can’t blame him -- that’s on who I’m guessing was the kid’s dad and uncle (I don’t know those relations for sure, but both of those guys were complete assholes). I hope the kid ends up okay -- that came across, to me, as a scarring experience for him, and I hope I’m wrong. • Pinocchio’s Daring Journey -- I thought I was filming this one, and was really proud of how I framed everything as the ride went on (I was in the front row, holding my phone on the front of the vehicle, and adjusting the angle to get everything JUST right -- then realized at the end that I had been in photo mode, not video mode. I took a photo of an empty part of the queue as the ride started (which was blurry so I deleted it), and got no video at all. • The Sleeping Beauty Castle walk-through -- a group passed me in the first set of scenes, and literally tried to open every single door in the castle. Fortunately for Disneyland, all of those doors were locked. The effects in there have come a long way since I was a kid. • It’s a Small World. I live-broadcasted this one on Facebook, then got a copyright violation. I thought that song was copyright free, as it was written by the Sherman Brothers and then not copyrighted since they wrote it for UNICEF as “a gift to the children of the world.” I contested it, but then I researched and it seems that maybe the song WAS copyrighted (and the copyright renewed). I sent Facebook a message telling me that they could re-mute the video since I had already claimed that I had permission to use the song (since I thought nobody owned it -- maybe it’s just the attraction recording that is copyrighted?). It got more attention on Facebook (both from Facebook and from friends) than I thought it would. • Matterhorn Bobsleds - Only one side working still after part of the mountain fell off not long ago. The side that was working (the right side/Teacups side) was not the one I thought would be working; but there’s still scaffolding and scrim up next to the Main Street-facing waterfall (which is currently turned off) where the rockwork fell off • Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I rode it twice. Both times were on train #4. I was just glad it wasn’t train #6. They have a new track and, I’m told, new trains since the accident (I rode it once after the crash that killed Marcello Torres on the old track but never rode it again until the track replacement because I didn’t feel safe). But train #6 was the one that crashed in 2003 (it crashed twice more after reopening from the initial crash, though those ones were minor incidents of trains bumping into each other at the station). I didn’t do “the goat trick.” • Mark Twain Riverboat - This was the attraction on which I closed out my trip. A nice, relaxing ride around the newly-shortened (at least “newly” since the last time I was here” around the Rivers of America. Another guest pointed out kids on the WRONG SIDE OF THE RAILING along the river, and the cast member acted quickly. Good show, guest who reported it and cast member aboard the boat who handled it. • Jungle Cruise - Don’t remember skipper’s name (I was half-asleep by this point). They were middling-to-good. Decent deliveries, not the best bote of guests (it’s spelled “bote” when it’s the Jungle Cruise). • Indiana Jones - I mentioned my beef with one particular cast member. Do the “air jets” that are supposed to signify things landing on you ever fool anyone? Even when the attraction opened, it was an obvious play. • Walt Disney’s Enchanted Tiki Room -- saw this with Andrew (aka disfan here but he hasn’t posted in almost a year). My parents and lil sis were in Walt Disney World last month and the version they saw was shortened, mine was not. So I have that over them • Haunted Mansion Holiday -for the fist time (even though I had been here once since his re-debut) --- worked, and the effect is amazing. • Splash Mountain -- I tried to keep my phone dry. I succeeded (last time I was on this I broke my stepdad’s cell phone with water damage so I’n GOOD now since I kept my phone and charger dry), • Splash Mountain -- I did Single Rider and the cast member told me to go over a bridge that was roped of. My first time separating/disconnecting ropes since I was a cast member.

#Kenny goes to Disneyland #the 'suave' bit is a joke I am anything BUT 'suave'#if I was suave she would have actually shown up

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Got even further today! And here’s the running commentary! Under the cut again for spoilers!

Okay! Time to get back to it!!

Aww we found the nephews!

And another hidden mickey!

Aaaand I think we’re about to find Remy too

Let me in I want to cook with my rat friend!!

Oops looks like we stumbled into the woods anyway

MONKEY HEARTLESS

Awww yes I got the roaring rapids kinda ride deal!

THERE IS RATTY FRIEND

CONTROL THE SORA VIA HIS HAIR

I can’t save you right now Roxas, I HAVE TO COLLECT PARSLEY FOR THIS RAT

Aaand we’re back at Ira’s mansion!

Sora all like NO SUDDEN TOUCHIES

VERBOTEN

Ienzo: I could smell your computer incompetence from across the worlds

Told you guys virtual reality is just magical bullshit!!

Oh geez someone get this poor boy a cot and a pillow

Sora: I don’t computer good, please help

Uh oh Even got Norted didn’t he

Hayner: I FORGOT I HAVE TO GO SWAT SOME BEES

Suspiciously no music here

Hiiiii Norty Guys

Sora: DATA IS REAL PEOPLE TOO

AGAIN, GOOFY IS THE SMART ONE

Press X to doubt on that, Xemnas

DEATH BY TEACUPS

Gotta say that attraction flow is kinda OP

HIIII SCROOGE

Donald is always making a menace of himself, Scrooge, that’s normal

OMG I want cake now too

Remy no longer cooks for the love for food, he’s HOOKED INTO CAPITALISM

No I love Remy Ratatouille is a good movie

DON’T YOU TRY AND SPOILE ME TOO, GAME

Oh I see Bee Swatting Alley has turned into a little drive-in theater

There was a hole here…it’s gone now

Roxas has to collect Nobody emblems, I get to collect chocolate and caviar. SUCKS TO BE YOU, ROXAS

“Skateboarding is passe now” INCORRECT

Scrooge is just like I RUN THIS TOWN NOW

GET YOU SOME QR CODES SORA

Scrooge: THAT’S CAPITALISM BABEY

If we wish for Roxas with all our hearts and clap our hands HE’LL COME BACK TO LIFE

Ansem: Just look at them…COOKING…PASTRIES…

Another vessel? Don’t you guys already have like fourteen??

I just realized: are the loading screens just. KH Instagram

OKAY IMMA GONNA COOK WITH THE RAT NOW

I AM NOT GOOD AT THE COOKING BUT I LIKE DOING IT

Okay, I THIIIINK the thing to do now is head on to the next world!…

YES YES YES KAIRI’S HERE

REDHEAD SQUAD PLZ

REMEMBERING XION SOB

The Twilight Town trio ice cream music ohhh noooo

just pulls the damn ice cream out of his back pockets IT’S FINE

ooooooo nooooo

OH NO HE CRYIN

Lea: I’m not crying there’s just extra testosterone leaking out of my eyeballs

LEA WHAT we just got used to Lea now back to Axel MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND

Riku and Mickey doing more investigatin’

Eeeeeexposition time~

FINALLY PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, MICKEY

GAH DAMN THEY FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE DEAL WITH TERRA

Well thank goodness these two finally got a case of the Smarts

Okay okay okay! FINALLY CAN GO TO NEW DISNEY WORLDS

It looks like Toy Story is the better choice so I’ll do that first!

After I snag hidden mickeys in Olympustown, anyway!

Okay, those are all the ones I could remember for now, guess we’ll move on to advance the story!

Yikes I absolutely stumbled into a gummi boss battle that I was not ready for

I am so so so bad at the gummi missions in this game, sheesh

BUT IN ANY CASE I FINALLY GOT TO TOY STORY WORLD YAAAAY

OMG is this the game that Rex thinks Sora is from

so fukkin Squeenix

LIL TOY HEARTLESS

Oh wow the music here is so fun

FINALLY GOT FRECKIN AERIAL RECOVERY

Watch out Sora you gonna get laser’d

Sora: I am not Noctis but I know it’s easy to get confused

I love how all this nonsense is basically in canon in the Toy Story universe, thank you Squeenix

Oh wait the humans are missing too that’s a problem

DID THEY GO AND MAKE A XEHANORT ACTION FIGURE TOO

I thought he was just regular size

Guess Al’s Toy Barn went under

Buzz is so dang suspicious

DANGIT we ALMOST had parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme outside the house here!

That is a honkin huge toy store WTF

HIIII Youngnort

BEAT UP THE ROBOTS

Okay this is a pretty fun take on Shrouding Dark Cloud

“Oh that’s right, you’re from a video game, where the rules are BULLSHIT”

Buzz is being such a stick

EXCUSE U but before we rescue our friends I need to find various selfie spots/weird rocks/groceries

sheesh I don’t even care if using Antiform ends up being bad it’s so much fun to do

Oh no I forgot to take out the security cameras, WE’RE DOOMED

OMG if you hit a helium can it makes Sora’s voice all squeaky I CANNOT B E L I E V E

All these bigass dragon toys have me like

VALIDATE REX’S FEELINGS GUYS

I popped out of Antiform for the cutscene and then popped back into it??

THEY HAVE THE BATTLESAURS FROM THAT ONE TOY STORY SHORT

Why are there such nice dolls in Babies and Toddlers?? You don’t give dolls this nice to babies!

Everybody’s playin’ his theme song!

Corporal: I can’t believe…I got tuba’d…

OH I don’t like that, NO SIR

Yes just give this horrible doll to your baby, that’s fine

FINALLY high jump!!

Sora never say never on horrible things like that!!

The claaaaaaaww

WE HAVE DEFEATED THE CLAW

“Nirvana will not be reached” o o p s

Oh gosh what is this game where I’m stacking flans…

The video game section is just labeled 999999999 FLOWEY I KNOW YOU’RE HERE

Sora: Actually I think this is Riku on the cover

YOU. ARE. A. VIDEO GAAAAAME

Oh Rex I wish they still made strategy guides :(

Ohh I knew the bad thing that they mentioned would happen would happen!

Okay I wanna play Space Cats tho

THE HECK JUST HAPPENED

No Sora you are the videogaems

Well that took way too long but I ended up beating KING ROBOT in antiform

Wreck-it Ralph summon!! YAAAAY

I can’t believe that Buzz Lightyear got Norted

At last, we’ve reached baby jail

This isn’t a friggin toy store it’s Discovery Zone!

We just fuggin cactaur’d our way up here

AT LAST, SORA GETS TO SPEND AN EXTRA HOUR IN THE BALL PIT

Oh well this looks like a boss battle spot

Now we’re in what? Lego hell??

Woody: So you were never loved as a child, were ya

OHOHOHO

HE JUST HOOKSHOTTED THAT BITCH WITH HIS PULLSTRING

These are things you already knew Youngnort!!

That was an appropriately epic battle music for DEFEAT UFO TOY IN TOYSPACE

Awwwwuuh

You’re really not, Donald

Awwww FRIENDS ALL AROUND

Okay we have! Finished that world! And YAAAY new Keyblade!!

~~The Perfect Body~~

WELL WE GOTTA FIND SOMETHING TO STICK THAT HEART IN

OF COURSE RIKU WOULD THINK OF THAT

It’s cloning, Riku, it’s basically cloning.

Sora: CLONES! GREAT, BRILLIANT

Oh okay thank goodness they’re actually KEEPING EACH OTHER UPDATED SOMETIMES

OKAY I think I’m going to need to stop here because I’m starting to go crosseyed and my thumbs are sore

WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE NEXT WORLD TOMORROW

HOT DANG

#kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts spoilers #lynx plays kh3 #THESE WORLDS ARE SO EXTENSIVE

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