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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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Strings of fate chapter 9!!

Goodness I am so late. I need to catch up with your updates. A new chapter of glass and your Mermay fic (congrats on the 3-year streak btw!)

But anyway I am here to sing my praise to you Bee so get ready!

I love how you described the missing piece in Tommy's life. He doesn't remember Wilbur but there is still a sadness that lingers with the loss of him and the life he lived as Wilbur. And I like how Tommy describes it as a bother lol

Tubbo and Ranboo are very understanding. It's sweet to see them try and help Tommy sort out his dream situation. Even though what Tommy is telling them sounds a bit strange they still try to provide possible explanations. Like Ranboo suggesting that Tommy's unfulfillment comes from his mother's absence.

Jack and cellphone Niki lets gooo!!! I savor every rocket duo moment you give us. I love them so much<3

It's a bit sad that Tommy doesn't recognize Jack. It was more deja vu than anything for him. It's alright though. I'm sure they will have plenty of time to get to know each other! And this time Tommy won't need to impersonate Wilbur:)

Techno too! Ah yes. Bedrock bros. It never fails to make me smile. Just the mental image of this calm, sarcastic dude interacting with a kid that excessively curses and threatens to punch his face is just so funny. And then Tommy just thanks him after! It's wonderful

I'm so proud of Tommy! He got accepted into the university he wanted most!

But despite that, he still feels like he is missing something. Something important. or perhaps...someone????

And then of course he sees Wilbur. Ughhghdhdh gosh Bee!! This is when it hit me that strings is finally coming to an end.

I like how your ending is different from the movie's. Don't get me wrong I still think it was a good way to end the movie. It's just that yours feels a bit more complete with the boys talking about their dreams and the missing pieces in their lives.

Oh and the relief! They found each other and it's so satisfying! They hug and get all the sweet sappy stuff that we all love out of the way before falling back into their natural banter and insults.

brothers <33 i could not agree more

thank you so much for this fic bee! i know how difficult it was for you to push through and finish it! we appreciate all the hard work that you put into writing it<3

now im off to get caught up on the new stuff you've posted! you're amazing as always!!

-🧭

compass anon hello!!! yes I have been busy with posting lately lol I'm going out of town next week so I'm trying to get my posting in gear because I'm definitely not getting any writing done while i'm gone

(it's very surreal to think that I now have a 3 year streak of mermay even if the first one only counts on a technicality like wtf how has it been that long)

describing the missing part of tommy's life as very challenging because tommy couldn't be too specific about it but at the same time his subconscious knows exactly what happened so it could be specific? kind of? it was a very hazy space to work with and that made it fun to write about tommy's mindset after everything

tubbo and ranboo are just trying to make their buddy feel better so he doesn't run off to the abandoned ruins of a city that got destroyed by a comet again

yeah jack and niki lets gooooo!! unfortunately yeah tommy couldn't recognize jack, but he'll definitely get to know him and niki both all over again now that he's found wilbur and wilbur will no doubt introduce him to his friends and family. everyone in their respective circles are gonna have deja vu meeting the other since they were literally impersonating each other for so long lol

I had so much fun writing that bedrock bros bit the two of them have the best banter

even though everything is going right for tommy he's still missing something... someone...

yeah I didn't want to make the ending exactly like the movies. while I love the movie with my whole heart, and I understand why the end is the way it is, I do wish we'd gotten slightly more. just an extra five minutes or so to see mitsuha and taki talking to each other. again, I understand why they didn't and I don't think it's a flaw on the movie's end at all, but it was something I knew I didn't wanna do for this fic. I wanted to give the brothers a more tied up sort of ending

I didn't want them to completely remember each other because I feel like that would just defeat the purpose of forgetting in the first place. but I wanted to get that deja vu "have we met before?" kind of vibe, and the knowledge that something happened between them in the past even if they can't fully know what it was. it doesn't matter if they can't remember everything, because they know they're the other half they've been searching for for so long. the brothers have found each other and that's what's important.

tysm i'm so glad you enjoyed!! I seriously got to a point where I almost abandoned it several times so I'm very glad I didn't, especially bc now I get to see all your kind words about it!! so ty guys <3

#ask #compass anon #strings of fate

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andreajingling · 4 months

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[A theres a knock on your door! When you open it.. There's a rather large present, with a note on top! the note reads as follows:

"hey im your secret santa. merry arcmas? meant to get this out earlier but busy. sorry for the delay. should still be arcmas for you right? hope you like the gift. just make sure your mons dont eat the chocolate of course. -rs"

Within the large box is lifesized Flareon plush! It's very fluffy... There's also some Konpeitō, chocolate chip cookies, and a Spell Tag.]

// this is the perfect chance for some lore lets gooo /lh ~ | The place was BUMPING when they first got there, lights all over the place, music blaring from inside both the house and the restaurant next door, both Christmas related and, not.. I could swear one song over in the restaurant next door sounds like it's singing about talking in your sleep.. Odd branding too, who's that yellow bear? | ~ ~ | Well anyways, after the knock, a voice echoed from in the house, one that was drawing closer with footsteps. | ~

"WE'RE NOT BUYING ANYTHING, IF YOU TRY AND PAWN OFF THOSE SHITTY KNIFE SETS ON US I SWEAR TO THE GODS ABOVE AND THE DEMONS BELOW I WILL- oh."

~ | The Brunette in a Santa Outfit was cut off as she realized it wasn't anyone, rather, anything. She examined the box for a second, before pressing her ear onto it to make sure nothing was ticking. Too many times Tavish put stickies in there, so says her memoir. After confirming that it wasn't a collection of bombs that her scottish father figure had sent to detonate again, she slowly brought it in, the party inside still bumping as she did. | ~

"Looks like we got mail folks. No clue from who, thought postal service didn't run today..

~ | She paused, pressing a worried hand to her chin.. | ~

"percy and the other mail services d i d get the christmas mail done yesterday right.."

~ | Another woman, taller than the brunette by what looked to be two or so inches approached, resting a hand kindly on their shoulder, faded gold eyes matching Andrea's own shimmering Sapphire, and black hair drifting down her back. | ~

"Yes honey everything there was sorted don't worry, I listened to your ramblings last night.. What's it say?"

~ | The brunette at last decided to properly look at the box's tag, reading over the note left on it. As she did, two other figures walked over, the child, and the cannibal. Both were taking an interest in the box, listening to their mothers converse about it. | ~

"hey at least one of us does Cassidy."

~ | Andrea jested, giving a small peck on the cheek to the spiritual woman next to her. And as usual, the ghost melted into her wife's grasp. Lesbians. | ~

"Ok from what I've read, it's from that Secret Santa thing we signed up for back at the start of the month. Forgot about that thing somewhat.. Hey they got the time zones right it's still Christmas here on the Pacific Coast.."

"Then why does it say 'Arcmas'."

"Might be a different name for it, different religions, cultures, ways of celebrating, y'know."

"Ooh. Yeah fair enough."

~ | The two women took a step back, as they looked to the kid and the demon girl who are still eyeing the gift. | ~

"Have at it you two."

~ | As SOON as Andrea said those five words, the two began to rip open that gift's wrapping with the might of the demons below which, honestly makes sense considering one's dead, and one is actively possessed. | ~ ~ | Eventually, the two finally got the box open, and pulled off the lid to reveal the contents inside. | ~

"COOKIES. MINE."

~ | Mary rushed off, cookies in hand, the feast shall begin. | ~

"Oh FUCK yeah! Spirit Tag! Been looking for one of these! Shed will love this."

~ | Maddie scurried off to the couch, showing her Shedinja the tag, and carefully securing it to him in a way that wouldn't make him shatter into a million pieces, not only using it for the fact it's a Spirit Tag, but also as a Name Tag, just in case he takes another joy ride on the railway out back. | ~

"No way, no fucking WAY bro! I remember HAVING this shit as a kid! My parents ALWAYS put this in my stocking!"

~ | Cassidy grabbed up the Konpeitō, ripping it open, and taking a good handful, putting it into her mouth and MELTING at the flavor.. | ~

"Mmmph! Oh my god that is, really, really nostalgic.. Honey?"

~ | Cassidy turned to see what her wife was doing, only to see the woman on the floor, holding the life-size Flareon plushie in her arms like a child, or more accurately those like *gently holds* memes with the yellow creatures. Her own Flareon 'Coasteon' was looking at it with great intrigue as well. She was practically frozen, just, holding it close. Cassidy couldn't help but chuckle, sitting next to her, and snuggling up, giving her a soft, yet loving hug. | ~

"Lost a lot this year, I know ya did. But, hopefully next year has a lot more promise. Merry Christmas Honey."

~ | And with her quiet words, the brunette leaned on the black haired spirit, and quietly, the two enjoyed the last fragments of the season together. | ~

// OOC // WOO! I LOVE writing! Always a wonderful Christmas treat to be able to absolutely print like a mother fucker. Thank you for the wonderful gifts, honestly wonderfully thought out. No idea who sent em but if you're the one let me know! // Also I think it's time for an update to that character post. Wife Time.

#andrea posts #cassidy posts #maddie posts #mary posts #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #fnaf #cause i mean there are mentions of it so yeah it kinda fits #ttte #it's got some mentions too so #tumblr rp #rp #oc rp #in character #roleplay

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greyciees · 3 years

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Boni Vs Mao Lets gooo!!!!

Writing done by @boni-kazai-1y

Boni stepped out onto the arena and exhaled softly. She looked at her opponent, Mao Amai, and gave a shaky wave. Mao seemed to wave back. Boni looked around at all the people and felt her heart sink. So many people.. and their focus was all on them both. She felt tears prick at her eyes. 'God, Boni.. Don't be so weak! You can do this.' She quickly shook her head and took a deep breath. 'I can do this. I can do this.' She looked at Mao again. They hadn't spoken since the year started, but she knew their quirks were similar. Mao looked at her. Boni remembered all her training and glanced down at her bag, filled with different orbs. Boni knew which orbs to use, but she didn't know what answer she would receive..

The match was about to begin. She continued breathing deeply and her heartbeat slowed as she calmed down. Her focus was fully on Mao. She was ready.

Mao looked up at the people. She was used to seeing crowds, considering she worked in her family's circus, but... she had never fought with someone as people watched. Her hands shook as she tried to hide them behind herself. She sighed. One of them would bite the dust today, but she was prepared to give it her all. She stretched a bit and looked directly at her opponent. She smiled confidently. "I'm ready for this." She walked forward as Boni did the same, getting closer to each other. They gave each other a look as they got into fighting stances. Mao smirked as she blew a bubble. Boni seemed relaxed and yet, she looked scared.

Boni reached for an orb and Mao popped her bubble as the announcer spoke. "Start."

Boni made the first move. She backed up and took out an orb, throwing it at Mao. Mao swiftly dodged as the orb exploded, leaving flowers and a powder in the air. She held her breath as the powders flew by her. She then blew a bubble and let it float gently to the concrete between them. Boni looked at it confused for a moment before the concrete suddenly exploded. Boni fell back startled as bubbles began to trap the concrete pieces, making them float. She suddenly saw a piece of concrete moving towards her and rolled out of the way. Mao huffed as the concrete bubbles continued floating around them. Boni kept getting attacked with bubbles. Both of them were furiously throwing their weapons at each other.

After a long and hard fight, Mao was dizzy. She could barely stand without swaying, so Boni took the chance. 'This is it. Just one last move.' She silently took out a purple orb and aimed at Mao. She threw it. The crowd seemed to go silent. It was almost like slow-motion. The orb finally made contact with Mao and burst. A powder was released. Mao let out a small grunt as she went backwards. She suddenly heard cheering.. before sitting up and looking forward. She had fallen out of bounds. Boni had won. Boni nervously walked around the pieces of concrete on the ground and looked at her. "Oh my goodness, are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you, I was just trying to-" Mao smiled. "It's fine. I just probably have a few scratches or something.." Boni sighed in relief and helped Mao up. "You know, you seemed pretty nervous when we started.." "Was it really that noticeable..?" "Yeah. Good job though."

Bonus: after the fight:

#bnha oc comeback #Mao amai #boni mizumi // hana #orbgirl friends

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sandu-zidian · 3 years

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Blabbing about this Musician!au I started last summer that has now also turned into a marching band!au because I got sad and nostalgic because despite how shitty it could be, marching band defined my high school life and social life and I couldn’t had asked for anything else.

I also don’t have every single prequel character (because this au is surrounding the prequel characters) in Star Wars smacked into here, and I gave up halfway through a couple of months ago in terms of brainstorming. Anyways, this is hella long so check everything out under the line if you’d like! don’t want to spam everyone with something that’s like, 4 pages long

Now, you might be asking. What instruments are these characters playing, or what are they doing in marching band? well, boy oh boy do I have some lore for you.

Anakin Skywalker: alright lets start of with the “Chosen One”. Now, I gotta say. He’s got some intense brass vibes, specifically high brass. But I don’t know. He didn’t really mesh well. And given his natural talent with the Force in canon, I thought that Anakin would be a sort of prodigy. And we all know the two instruments associated with that: the piano and violin. He’s more of a piano dude, so here we go! piano prodigy Anakin Skywalker. He also gives mad drumline vibes, and I can see him as either the lead snare, setting the tempo, or the main quad player. He’s brash, slightly obnoxious, but damn is he fucking good at what he does.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: I literally started this AU on the idea that Obi-Wan would play the cello. One of the defining quotes for him is that fucking “infinite sadness” quote. And we all know that cellos play some of the saddest pieces out there. (see: Elgar cello concerto) However, I can’t see him as a marching band dude. He doesn’t really give off color guard vibes (since that’s where most non-band people go to) so I have him as the resident student helper who everyone tolerates because he brings ice cream after band camp.

Ahsoka Tano: Ahsoka is a flute player. As a flute player, I have intimate knowledge on this. She’s like the chill flute player who’s competitive enough to keep her position as principal, but is also chill enough to not have a big ego that butts heads with everyone. She also gives mad color guard vibes. Also speaking about that from personal experience (am I lowkey projecting my own experiences on her? you didn’t hear that from me). She seems like the type to love swing flags and sabre, and is 100% captain by senior year.

I have Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka as siblings in this AU because I say so. Qui-Gon is around here somewhere as the resident hippie dad who lowkey smokes pot and will support his children while giving a big ‘fuck you’ to Dooku.

Yoda’s also in here somewhere, and I love the idea that he’s an old Chinese/Asian man who refuses to speak english and will only do so with the most backwards grammar so his grandchild (Qui-Gon) and great-grandchildren (the trio) are forced to speak Mandarin/Cantonese to him (pick your poison). He just spends his days cutting up fruit and also might pull out his erhu if everyone asks nice enough. (I want to say he was a Peking Opera musician, but immigrated during Mao’s reign after he lost opportunities during the cultural revolution)

So, I know that it doesn’t make sense for a family to have 3 sets of twins and one triplet set, but fuck that I do what I want.

Cody Fett: okay so, Cody 100% plays the french horn. I don’t know, he just, he does. He’s got that air of sophistication because he can play the hardest brass instrument, but at the same time, he’s incredibly good at it and is matter-of-fact about it. He also would be the mello section leader (I was playing with the idea of drum major, but for now, leaving him as a section leader for now). He’s a bit uptight to be a low brass player, but cool enough to still be associated with the general brass group.

Rex Fett: I got Rex and Cody as the eldest Fett twins. Rex feels like a string player, so I have him on violin. I can see him be very hardworking and practicing diligently to the point where he easily sweeps through to concertmaster in high school and the local youth orchestra. He also gives of mad drum major vibes. I can see him copying music, handing out drill charts, and hauling the met around. Also, just think about Rex doing a fancy ass salute at competitions. Yes.

Next round of twins lets gooo

Jesse Fett: You could say Jesse has brass vibes. I see him as a reed person though. In concert band, he’s on clarinet. I used to think clarinets were as stuck up as us flutes but no they’re literally balls of chaotic energy ready to be unleashed. Just imagine Jesse blaming everything on his reed. I see him as the guy who switches to saxophone for marching band, though. He’s got the energy of the clarinet and the saxophone harnessed. Also, wouldn’t be surprised if he knows how to play the sousa.

Kix Fett: Y’know, when I originally made this AU, I had Kix as a musician as well. I’m gonna scratch that. He’s going to medical school, or at least, he’s planning to. He’s on the pre-med track and is dying in organic chemistry and wishes there weren’t so many pre-requisites. However, in high school, he definitely played the oboe. Of course Kix chose one of the hardest instruments to play. Also, just imagine him trying to make his own reeds. I don’t see him as a guy who’s in marching band. He’ll come to competitions and maybe football games if he’s bullied into it. Kix is the guy who’s classes are all AP and he’s dying inside.

Next round of twins yeet:

Fives Fett: shit, I forgot I gave them all real names. If I remember correctly, Fives is Frank. Anyways, trumpet vibes. Need I say more? He’s on the trumpet in marching band as well and he’s the dude who’s obsessed with DCI and always tries to play as high as he possibly can and absolutely demolishes his chops. I would say he’s section leader as well. He also hangs with the drumline at the back of the bus and always plays meme songs on blast and sends weird pictures to people’s phone via open airdrop.

Echo Fett: I think his birth name is Ethan??? I’m spitting thoughts not checking my old documents. Anyways. Echo feels like a string person. Specifically, low strings. So, he plays the bass. Upright bass. Whatever. You get what I mean. He sleeps in the case after school and hates hauling it everywhere. He was in marching band as a mello player (the easiest brass instrument to pick up for the activity so) but he was in a car crash that left him paralyzed from the hip down, and had to quit to recover. He never stopped playing, and found ways to adjust. (I do not know how exactly this would work, since I’m able bodied and also don’t play the bass, but I know he’d at least have a stool to sit on in order to lean his body on. let me know if you have other ideas i’d love to hear them!)

Finally, we got the triplets:

Dogma Fett: Dogma plays the bassoon. He’s a low reed kinda guy and between the bari sax, bass clarinet, and bassoon, he fits the last one the best. He and Kix moan over making reeds and he’s on the quieter side. He just vibes and plays all the low notes and has fun whenever he’s got some moving part. I see Dogma as someone who is only casually into marching band. He uses Jesse’s old student clarinet as his instrument and he’s always on time, knows his sets, and his technique is on point. He always finds himself roped into his brothers’ shenanigans though.

Tup Fett: Tup plays the harp. I like to think he met Shaak Ti (we’ll get to her in a bit) when he was young, and she was playing with an orchestra. He met her backstage and she offered to give him lessons. Tup’s not really a part of high school orchestra but sometimes he’ll be brought in. He’s more involved with solo work and the youth orchestra more than anything. Tup’s another on where I don’t think he’d be into marching band. Though I can see him being in winter guard as the dude who just shows up and is lowkey rip and therefore is a hunk on the rifle. His technique’s good but they’ve never been able to saddle him into fall guard.

Hardcase Fett: (i’ve given up on remembering the birth names so i’m just gonna not) Hardcase is 100% low brass vibes. He can’t be anything but a low brass. I see him as a tuba player. He’s chill, laid back, but also reliable for being the foundation of the band sound. He plays the sousaphone in marching band and always blasts either Seven Nation Army or some other popular show tune right after rehearsals. Hardcase also can play the bari sax and no one knows when he learned how to.

OKAY we’re done with the Fett’s! Jango and Boba are in here somewhere but honestly I don’t have enough brainpower to come up with what their roles are. Jango’s gonna be a good dad though. Maybe he was a musician and that’s why most of his kids are going into music. Or maybe he’s just a supportive father. Boba’s the youngest though, that’s for sure. And he’s a little shit. Don’t know if he plays an instrument (probably) or what it might be.

Now lets get into some other characters! There’s a lot. And I wasn’t even halfway done with the characters I wanted to include. What the hell was I on last summer?

Padmé Amidala: Padmé is a flute player who quit after freshman year of high school and started taking music production and music theory classes. She loved it so much that she decided that composing was her jam. Now, she’s highly successful and often works with well known pianist, Anakin Skywalker, on piano concertos. Also, she may or may not be dating said pianists but you didn’t hear that from me.

Satine Kryze: twosetters don’t shit on me but Satine feels like she’d play the viola. She and Obi-Obi-Wan definitely dated in high school but after a year broke up on mutual terms and are just good friends now. A lot of people feel like she’d have been a better political science/international studies major than a music major but she’s good so no one complains (until she gets into a fighting match with someone and wins smugly)

Bo-Katan Kryze: shes Satine’s younger sister and is a mad athlete. She doesn’t play any instruments but she’s deeply active and is on scholarship for college, on the pre-med track with Kix. She’s very scary and most people are too intimidated by her to approach.

Plo Koon: I originally had him as an asian man, but I can see Native American as well. He plays the euphonium and he’s just a sweet man. He helps out a lot with private lessons at local high schools and is often brought in to help with low brass during marching band.

Wolffe Koon: Wolffe and Gregor (get to him in a bit) were both adopted by Plo when their parents died when they were very young. Plo was their godfather and he took them in like they were his own. They’re cousins to the Fett brothers (though don’t ask me how I have no idea). Wolffe is an engineer and works close to home.

Gregor Koon: Gregor is Wolffe’s younger brother and had a short stint of musical interest in middle school but quit after he entered high school. Gregor was in a serious car crash during college that left him amnesiac for a year before some of his memories returned. He now owns a restaurant and sticks close to home. Wolffe often comes around to check up on him because his brain injury still impacts his current life in small physical and emotional dips

Kit Fisto: Kit gives off mad trombone vibes and it’s mostly because he seems incredibly laid back. He’s one of those brass players who’s just a nice guy and while jokes around, never got pulled into jokes as a student.

Shaak Ti: like I said above, Shaak Ti is most definitely a harpist. She has that ethereal quality I think is common in harpists. She’s a tall Indian woman and she loves her job! She’s a private lesson teacher and instructor at the conservatory on top of her job in the orchestra since she’s not called in often to play. She loves all her students and gives good hugs.

Mace Windu: Mace is the director of the Jedi Symphony, the orchestra which almost everyone is involved with. He is a bass player and he likes his more classical pieces over contemporary music. He’s good friends with Yoda and sometimes the old troll has to wack some sense into Windu and have him take on newer pieces. Windu 100% gives off unhinged director vibes because mistakes and lazy musicians definitely don’t end after high school/college is over.

Quinlan Vos: this lil shithead definitely is the obnoxious, slightly arrogant, but kind of deserving of that, percussionist. He loves his snare drum and is also in the drumline. He’s the same age as Obi-Wan and the two are close friends. Quinlan is definitely slightly unhinged and is always at the back of the bus causing havoc after competitions. He’s the guy that I (OP) hate but also can’t help but respect cuz yeah he’s annoying but at least he’s good.

Aayla Secura: Aayla is Quinn’s half-sister, and plays the French horn. Again, like Cody, she’s got this air of professionalism that I associate with French horn players and like, we gotta represent the girls in brass somehow. She just fits it really nicely.

I feel like now is the time to list who’s still in conservatory and who isn’t: Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, Cody, Jesse, Quinlan, Padmé, and Satine are all recent graduates. Ahsoka, Aayla, Fives, Echo, Tup, Dogma, and Hardcase are still in conservatory (at varying years of course). Kix and Bo are entering med school/frantically applying and banging their heads cuz MCATs. Wolffe and Gregor are older and have been in the field for quite some time now. Plo, Kit, Shaak, and Mace are all faculty/seasoned professionals.

Somehow, I was gonna bring in The Skiratas (with proper research cuz I know very little about them), Dooku, Ventress, the Oppress siblings, rest of Domino Squad, Cut Lawquene, the other CCs, and more. I designated a page out of my sketchbook for this and my oh my the flow chart was hella confusing. How I thought I was gonna handle that in the summer before my first year of college, I have no idea. Maybe I’ll brainstorm more in the future but for now, this is all I have :]]]

Also excuse some of my slightly unhinged language I started writing this a few days ago while slightly unfocused and tired and stressed so my language is a product of that

#star wars #meta #musician au #my thoughts #I miss marching band so fucking much #I miss DCI #and WGI #miss the community #even if it was pretty stressful at times cuz drama #people love their drama in band #I don’t blame them you get sick of people after band camp #star wars au

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whump-tr0pes · 4 years

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The Team Has a Bad Day, Part 2 - Or, An Asks Drabble

@finder-of-rings, @vague-pterodactyl-noises, and several anons sent multiple asks with similar themes. Here we gooo....

Cw: blood, self-hatred, DEATH, suicidal actions, suicide attempt (it’s all in a dream but still) - this one got really, really dark

Isaac stirs, groaning, twisting in the sheets. Something’s wrong, something’s wrong… He reaches over to Gavin’s side of the bed. It’s empty and cold. He blinks his eyes open and looks around the room.

The door is open, and there’s a light on in the hallway. His forehead wrinkles in confusion.

He hears a sound that doesn’t belong.

His shoulders tense. He crawls out of bed and pads softly out of the room and down the hall to the living room. He rounds the corner and stops.

Gavin in standing in the middle of the living room. Sam kneels at his feet, their hands tied behind him. Gavin grips Sam’s hair tightly and holds a knife to their throat.

Isaac jerks his hand to his gun. His muscles freeze. He whimpers. There has to be an explanation there has to be a reason he can’t do this he would never do this he’s different he’s better he’s mine.

“Sam,” Isaac croaks.

“I-Isaac,” Sam sobs, tears rolling down their cheeks. “Wh-what… I don’t… Gavin…”

Isaac’s eyes snap to Gavin’s. “Gavin,” he whispers, holding his hands out. “What…?”

Gavin sneers. “You can’t be serious.”

Isaac blinks. His heart pounds in his chest. “…what?”

Gavin gasps. “Holy shit. You are serious.” His head falls back and he hisses out a breath through his teeth. “Wow. I just… wow.” He pulls Sam’s head back further. Sam winces and trembles in Gavin’s grasp. “You… you seriously thought I cared about you this whole time?” His voice is twisted with hate.

Isaac’s stomach drops.

Furious tears shine in Gavin’s eyes. “Wow… you…” He pulls the knife harder against Sam’s throat. Sam stiffens and whines weakly. “You seriously thought I loved you. Isaac… you didn’t know? You seriously didn’t even suspect?”

Isaac’s mouth is dry. “What…?”

Gavin fixes Isaac with a look of pure loathing. “Isaac… I would have done anything to you if it meant I’d get out.”

Isaac is going to crack. He’s going to shatter into a thousand pieces. Every one of Gavin’s words is a knife to his heart. His vision blurs with tears.

Gavin heaves a shuddering sob. “I fucking… I used you. And you… you fucking fell for it. I didn’t think I could do it, but… but I did. I dealt with you. I put up with you. All your bullshit, all your… your weakness.”

“Gavin,” Isaac whimpers. “Please… don’t…” His eyes flick to Sam where they shiver at Gavin’s feet.

“And you’re so… you’re so stupid to have fallen for it, Isaac,” Gavin seethes. “For years. And now the last of the Stormbecks are dead. And maybe… maybe now, I can go home.”

Isaac stumbles forward. “Gavin, no, please… don’t go…”

Gavin jerks the knife against Sam’s throat. They gasp and cry out as a line of blood moves slowly down their neck.

“It was all a lie,” Gavin grinds out through his teeth. “All a trick. All something I did to survive, and I fucking hate you for not seeing through it. How could I be with someone so bent on their own fucking destruction they’d do that?”

Isaac can’t comprehend the words Gavin is saying. This is a joke, this is a nightmare, and Sam is hurt again, Sam is bleeding again, and they… they can’t be hurt for this again, Isaac will die if they are hurt again…

“I never fucking loved you,” Gavin says through clenched teeth. “Never. Not even for a moment. You… you’re weak. You’re broken. And…” He wets his lips. “I’d rather torture you again than ever be with you. It was like torture to fake it. It was like torture to be in bed with you every night and let you touch me and get me filthy with your fucking weakness.”

Isaac falls to his knees. His blood rushes in his ears. Weak. Weak. Weak. Weak for not being able to save Sam. Weak for not protecting the others. Weak for not seeing this. Of course he never loved me, of course. Who could…? Who could ever…? He holds Sam’s gaze, at eye-level now.

Gavin pulls the knife away from Sam’s throat and plunges it into their chest.

Isaac lunges forward. “NO!” he screams. Gavin steps back and lets Sam fall to the floor. Isaac rushes to Sam’s side and gathers them in his arms.

“I can finally leave this fucking hell hole, Isaac,” Gavin seethes. “I can finally fucking leave you.” He turns and runs.

Isaac sobs over Sam as they shudder and gasp around the knife. They cough and blood bubbles on their lips.

“Sam,” Isaac sobs, pressing his hands around the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. He knows blood is pouring out inside them, that it will fill up their lung, drown them. The thought passes through his head with sharp, crystalline horror. Sam is going to drown in his arms. Sam is going to die.

Sam’s eyes are wide as they dart around the room, their mouth open and gaping for air, their skin pale and shining with sweat. Finally their eyes find Isaac’s and stay.

“You should never have let me go on that mission,” they rasp.

Isaac collapses on top of them and shudders with unbearable horror. “I know,” he whispers.

“And if you, if you protected me, if you saved me…” Sam’s eyes roll back and they choke. “You… you did this, Isaac.”

“Sam, no,” he whimpers. He pushes harder against the wound. The blood runs hot and fast over his hands.

Sam’s hands are no longer bound. They push Isaac’s hands away. “Stop,” they gasp out. Their body trembles and their breaths come harder. “Just stop it.”

“No,” Isaac wails. “Got to… got to help you, got to stop this…”

Sam pushes Isaac away harder, but they’re so, so weak. “Just stop,” they say heavily. “I’m… I’m so tired of you trying to save me. I’m so tired of you…” They let out a twisted shriek and convulse against the knife. They moan and sink down against the floor, panting. “…t-tired of you, you failing me.”

Isaac’s hands shake violently. They are stained with blood. “Sam… please, then… then let me get you to someone else. Someone else can… can help, it doesn’t have to be me…”

“Just let me die, Isaac,” Sam whispers. Their face is ghostly white, with a tinge of blue to their lips. “I’m tired of living with your failures.”

Sam shudders once more, then slumps in Isaac’s arms. They take a few more weak, gulping breaths. Slower. Slower. Then they stop.

Isaac screams. He bends over Sam and howls into their shoulder. “Sam, no, Sam no, NO, Sam, PLEASE!” The blood smears on their shirt. Isaac clutches them to his chest and sobs, his head falling back, his body disintegrating into agony. Into nothing. If his heart could just stop beating, if he could just die…

Hating himself, hating every breath he takes that he doesn’t deserve, he eyes the knife in Sam’s chest. Mechanically, with shaking hands, he grips the knife and drags it out of the wound. It pulls out with a terrible ripping sound.

He sobs miserably as he turns it in his hands. The blood stains it all the way to the hilt. He holds it to his own throat. His hands don’t shake. He cuts deep.

Isaac screams and lurches forward. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear his blood rushing through his ears. He casts his eyes around in the dark, his hands flying out to hold Sam. His neck aches.

The light flicks on. Isaac gasps as he sees Gavin next to him in the bed, propped up on one elbow, his hand half-extended towards him. Gavin looks at him in concern.

“Isaac?”

Isaac flinches away. For a moment the image flashes through his head of Gavin raising the knife, plunging it into Sam’s chest. It dissolves and Isaac crawls forward into Gavin’s arms.

Gavin strokes Isaac’s hair as he sobs into his shoulder. “What is it, Isaac?” Gavin says with only a hint of tremor to his voice. “Was it a nightmare? Isaac…” Gavin presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re okay. Breathe. Breathe.”

Isaac rubs the spot on his neck where he can almost feel the blade again. “Oh, god,” he whimpers brokenly.

“You’re o-okay, Isaac,” Gavin whispers. “I… I’ve got you.”

“You killed Sam,” Isaac rasps.

Gavin goes still in his arms. “Wh-what?”

“You killed Sam,” Isaac moans. “You, you stabbed them in the chest and said you never l-loved me and, and left.”

“Oh, no…” Gavin whimpers, and presses his forehead against Isaac’s temple. “Oh… oh god…”

“They made me let them die,” Isaac forces out. “They… they made m-me…”

“Do you want to go check on them?” Gavin said softly against Isaac’s hair. “See that they’re okay?”

Isaac wipes his face and sags in Gavin’s arms. “Um…” He sniffs back tears. “Y-yeah,” he whimpers.

“Okay,” Gavin murmurs. “Let’s go check.” He squeezes Isaac once more, and they get out of bed together.

#honor bound 4 #asks drabble #knife to the throat #betrayal #Isaac/Gavin #angst #blood tw #self-hatred tw #death tw #blame #suicidal actions tw #suicide attempt tw #nightmare

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openheart12 · 4 years

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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

#CA chronicles

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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Onsra- Chapter 18: Home, Sweet Home.

Pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader

Genre: drama, horror, angst, romance

Warnings for this chapter: nothing^^

Word count: 4.3k ( a bit longer as requested lol)

Onsra: ML, Previous

Tag list: @ditttiii @fekitza @jjungkook99 @rubinora

The ONLY thing that kept me alive long enough to finish this d*mn chapter was the entire Lord of the Rings soundtrack. y’all better like this mofo T-T sweet goodness

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“Jungkook wait, I’m scared.”

You try to pull your ankle back before he can try any funny business, but Jungkook keeps a hold on you. “Y/n, stop moving.” He sighs and looks into your eyes, his reflecting irritation and exasperation. Honestly, this whole thing is just embarrassing. Your ankle is throbbing with pain, so you’re scared for him to touch it, let alone take a dang stick out of it heck no.

Not to mention the fact that you’re still barefoot, since you never grabbed your shoes during the fire last night. Your feet are covered in dirt and dried blood, a couple bruises on the sides of them. They look awfully pathetic when he has them sitting in his lap as he examines your ankle.

Yeah, this is humiliating.

Jungkook doesn’t pay your anxiety and embarrassment any mind, he just continues to scrutinize the damage. Then, you see him reach behind himself and put a little stone bowl full of water next to him on the ground. You furrow your brows in confusion and point at it.

“Where the heck did you get that thing?”

“I found it.” He states simply.

“You just found it? Like, randomly in a forest?”

“Stop stalling, y/n. Just stay still.”

“I’m not stalling! I’m just wondering where the heck you found water and a bowl in this gosh forsaken forest!” You defend yourself quickly.

Jungkook doesn’t look up from your ankle, “It’s not even a bowl. It’s a rock with a dent in it, idiot. I found a small stream and got some water from it. Happy?” He doesn’t wait for your response before looking up at you and holding his hand out, “Give me a piece of your shirt. Don’t look at me like that. Your shirt is already torn and I’m not about to ruin mine.” You sigh and tear a small part of your t-shirt, where you had torn it last night to use as a rag to cover your mouth during the fire. Jungkook snatches it from you, ignoring your eye roll and immediately dunks it into the tiny ‘bowl’ of water. Once he’s satisfied with how wet it is, Jungkook brings it to the gash on your ankle and wipes around it. He only stops when you hiss in pain and try to pull your ankle back.

“It hurts!”

“Would you rather let it get worse and lose your whole foot?” Jungkook snaps back in annoyance.

You bite your lip but nod in consent for him to continue. Another minute passes of Jungkook being less than gentle with your foot and you spitting out random curses at him from time to time. You feel like he’s smirking at your pain, but you can’t be too sure, seeing as your eyes are blurred with tears.

It feels like a thousand years later when Jungkook finally pulls the now red cloth from your wound and announces he’s done. “Good.” You say firmly and make a move to stand before you stop when Jungkook gives you one of those looks you’ve come to know all too well, ‘you better stay still or I’m really going to kill you’, yeah one of those.

“I told you, I need to get the stick out. Stupid.”

“Stop calling me names.”

“Why should I? They’re all true.”

You give him your best glare and he just stares right back, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. “If you don’t stay still it’s going to hurt more. So, stop moving and let me get this over with.”

“Then why don’t you stop blabbing and do it already...stupid.” You mutter under your breath.

That earns you a small smile; you’re taken aback by how normal he looks when he isn’t scowling. The moment is short-lived though, because the next second your screaming in pain and pulling your ankle back, “Ouch! What are you trying to do?! Shove it in more??” The tears are back full force as your ankle throbs with a heartbeat of intense pain. Jungkook grits his teeth and yanks your ankle back into position, hooking his arm around your leg and turning so his back faces you. All you can see is the top half of your leg and his back. Your ankle is captured on the other side and you frantically try to pull it back.

“No! Stop! Stop! It hurts, don’t touch it! Let me gooo!” You keep hollering and blubbering away while Jungkook just shakes his head and sighs at your shameless tantrum.

“Y/n! Stop!” You freeze at the tone of his voice, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you whimper again, “Please don’t. It hurts.”

Jungkook turns and looks at you again, the look on your face causing something to stir in him. You look like a lost puppy that’s been starved and beaten and thinks he’s about to kick you too, your eyes wide with anxiety and glistening with tears. He knows if he lessens his grip you’ll bolt as fast as you can away from him. How annoying.

It confuses him that he’s still here, dealing with your sorry butt. He’d like nothing better than to walk away and leave you on this rock, letting you deal with your predicament yourself. He’d finally be free of you.

No.

Seokjin would kill him for sure. Skin him alive.

That’s the only reason he won’t leave this instant.

Yeah.

Yeah that’s why.

Then, an idea flits through Jungkook’s mind and he tries not to smirk.

Jungkook takes you by complete and utter surprise when he smiles at you gently. You flinch back as if he’s a lion lunging for its prey. You search his eyes for any sign of aggressiveness and only calm your breathing when you see none.

“It’s okay y/n, just take some deep breaths and it’ll be over in a second. I promise.”

Um…what?

Who in the hecking heck is this now?

You raise your eyebrows and look him up and down. “Why are you suddenly being nice to me?”

“You’re hurt. I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Gee thanks, just shut up and stay still. Come on and man up, y/n.”

“Man up? I don’t think so-“

“Well, woman up then! Fricking seriously.” You laugh quietly at being able to rile him up so easily. Jungkook twitches his nose; irked.

“I’m going to do it now. I really am.”

“Ok-” You cringe before you even feel the first pull. Once Jungkook takes the stick out, you need to hold onto the rock you’re sitting on for dear life. You’re sure you almost blacked out just now. Laying your head down on the rock, you close your eyes and try to think of happy and warm thoughts. Sunsets and romance books, chocolates and kittens. Anything but the throbbing pain in your ankle and not wrapping your hands around his throat and squeezing as hard as you damn well please.

“You good?” You open your eyes to see Jungkook leaning over you, his eyes squinting as he scrutinizes your face. You nod and take a shuddering breath, so much for chocolates and kittens. “I’m fine. I just want to get out of this place and never see another tree as long as I live.” Sitting up, you try not to think about how dizzy you still are.

“Well, I can’t guarantee you that’ll be very long, but…” A smirk paints his expression and you roll your eyes.

So, he can make a joke.

Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you to a standing position. Once you’re steady on your feet you look down at your ankle; a black cloth wrapped around the wound there. A quick glance at Jungkook’s torn shirt confirms that he did, in fact, ruin his shirt to help you.

…but why?

“We have to get out of here. The bleeding is stopped for now, but the infection already started.” You fidget anxiously at his words.

“How are we supposed to get out? We’re lost and I’m useless. I can’t walk.”

Jungkook kicks the makeshift bowl of water to the side and turns around, crouching slightly.

“Ok, hop on.”

Your cheeks burst into flames at his suggestion. Never in your life have you gotten a piggyback ride from a boy before, not counting your father when you were a small child.

“Uh…are you sure…?” You say hesitantly, eyeing the vampire that turns to face you, a look of exasperation dancing across his features. Jungkook clicks his tongue and turns around once more, crouching even farther to make it easier for you to get on his back.

“Just do what I say. You want to get out of here, right?”

You nod, then realize he can’t see you with his back turned, so you say shyly, “Y-Yes.”

“Well, get on then.” You take a deep breath and lean over him, wrapping your arms tentatively around his shoulders, laying your stomach over his back awkwardly. A yelp escapes your lips when he bumps you up on his back, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs. Jungkook pats your knee, a sign to wrap your legs around his waist, which you do slowly, the heat creeping up your neck at the position you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Jungkook sets off into the forest once again, you wrapped around his middle like a koala and red as a tomato.

“So, why were you apologizing to me?”

“Hm?” You start at his sudden question, not expecting him to try making small talk. You long since gave up on talking to him.

“A couple hours ago. Before you had your meltdown, you kept apologizing to me, remember?”

Oh yes, you definitely remember.

You just have no desire to discuss this with him right now. Or ever, for that matter.

You know you have a problem with being abandoned. It was drilled into you growing up that you were always the problem, even if you didn’t start the fight. If you talked back at all and upset the other person, everything was your fault. You always ruined everything.

You felt like you had to apologize to Jungkook, because if you didn’t, he would leave you to die in this hellish forest. Suck it up, and you won’t get hurt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But this punk doesn’t need to know any of that.

Jungkook shakes his head and sighs, “Fine, don’t tell me.”

“I won’t.”

“Fine.”

“Whatever.” Jungkook mumbles grumpily, hiking you up a little to get you further up on his back. You stare at the back of his head, his black hair bouncing every time he takes a step. You can’t help but wonder why his attitude has suddenly changed, a couple hours ago he would have gladly left you for dead in the middle of the forest, the night before he would’ve killed you with his own bare hands. So, why is he carrying you on his back through the forest now?

Is he playing some sort of game?

You hate that you’re being this skeptical towards him when he’s literally trying to help you. But you can’t help it, seeing as just yesterday he yanked you around and hurt you, calling you names and bringing you down. How can someone change so quickly? Didn’t Seokjin say Jungkook wasn’t himself anymore?

That thought halts your breathing, making your chest tighten with anxiety.

Is he trying to make me feel safe, just to turn around and murder me at the last second?

No.

Stop it, y/n.

Stop psyching yourself up over nothing. He probably just feels bad for treating you so horribly before.

Even you don’t believe that...so what’s his game?

You shake your head to clear it, regretting it almost instantly when it makes the dizziness come back full force. You resist the temptation to lay your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, distracting yourself by asking him a question of your own.

“I still don’t understand something.”

“Mm, and what’s that?” Jungkook mutters as he continues to trudge along.

“Last night, those two vampires. You didn’t seem scared of them at all.”

“That’s because I wasn’t.”

“Why? Why did you bother running if they were going to catch up with us and you weren’t afraid of them anyway?”

Jungkook adjusts you on his back again and cocks his head to the side before answering, “Well first of all, those guys were idiots. They weren’t the ones we were running from. They didn’t set the trap.” You furrow your brows in confusion, and Jungkook must sense it from your silence, so he continues.

“Of course, I didn’t know that until I saw them. I stopped because if I didn’t, they would’ve found you.”

Your heart does some weird flippity jumpy thing at his words and you unconsciously tighten your arms around his shoulders. Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice as he goes on, “I was just lucky they happened to be the ones to find us. See, those guys are harmless, to me at least. They just wander around and look for lost humans to suck blood from. They aren’t smart enough to set traps, they just heard us running and came after us.”

You nod at his explanation. Those guys seemed pretty intimidating to you, but you decide not to voice that, seeing as Jungkook would probably use it to hold over your head and mock you for being such a scaredy-cat.

You two continue along in silence for a while until your stomach starts to get nauseous on you to the point that you can no longer ignore its warnings and you tap Jungkook’s shoulder frantically.

“Jungkook. Jungkook I’m gonna puke.”

The vampire freezes at your alarming comment, “What? Get off, get off, get off.” He practically throws you on the floor of the woods. The whole time Jungkook was walking with you on his back, your dizziness never subsided, and the rocking back and forth only made it worse. You two hadn’t even been walking for more than an hour when your empty stomach decided it needed to empty itself even further.

You whine at the harsh contact your butt makes with the hard ground, sending a glare up at him before turning and dry heaving into a patch of crinkled leaves.

“I think I’m dying.” You choke out after a minute of your stomach trying its best to leave your body through your throat and ultimately failing. Your head is spinning like crazy, there’s no way you can move, not even to get on his back again. You groan and swat at the hands trying to pull you up. “I can’t Jungkook. I seriously can’t.”

You hear a heavy sigh leave his mouth but can’t bring yourself to care. You just lay your head on the ground and close your eyes. This is how you’ll go. Nothing spectacular. Accepting your fate, you ignore whatever words are coming out of Jungkook’s mouth now. His words aren’t making any sense anyway, just a bunch of muffled sounds.

No, no just leave me alone. Just let me die. I can’t do it.

The blurry image of green leaves spins in your vision and you close your eyes again, noting that the sensation that your twirling around stops and everything goes silent.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? Wake up.”

Leave me alone. Just let me sleep.

“Y/n? Open your eyes.”

No, get away from me.

You hear a sigh and feel something cold touch your face, making your eyes twitch. Then drops of water wet your chapped lips and you try to force your eyes open.

Water? Is that water?

Two blurry Jungkooks come into view when you open your eyes, they wobble before joining and making one as he stares at you, his brows close together.

“Y/n?” You think you see relief in his eyes, but before you can catch it the relief dissipates and turns into annoyance. “Finally, idiot.”

“What-“

“Shh, don’t talk.” Jungkook squeezes a wet black cloth over your lips, letting the water dribble down your mouth and chin, then he sets the cool rag onto your forehead.

What is going on? Did you make it back to the house?

“You passed out.” Jungkook answers your unspoken question.

So, you’re still in the forest?

Oh hell.

You whine and blink, trying to get your focus back.

“I can’t be in this forest another second, I’m gonna freak out.” You mumble almost incoherently. Jungkook chuckles and helps you sit up slowly, “Well, lucky for you I know where we are.”

“Wait, really??”

“Yeah, to be honest I have no clue how we ended up so far from the house last night. I’d say we’re only about an hour from there now.” You look at him in surprise and start laughing hysterically.

“Well, what are we waiting for?!” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “Uh, maybe for you to wake up?”

Oh…yeah…right.

You stop laughing and nod, “Ok, I’m fine. Let’s go.” Jungkook shakes his head at you reaching out to him to pick you up. Then he bends down and lets you climb onto his back, “You owe me big time, ya know.”

“Of course. What would you like in return?” You say playfully and roll your eyes.

“For lugging your lazy butt around the forest for hours? Let me think on it.”

You’ve never been so happy to see the blue sky past a break in the trees a few feet ahead of you and Jungkook. The end of this blasted forest at last! You squeal in excitement as Jungkook steps out of the tree line, you still clinging to his back like a baby bear.

Then the excitement is gone, replaced by dread almost instantaneously. You hear Jungkook suck in a sharp breath and your face pales at the sight in front of you. The old mansion is still standing, a miracle in itself; but the whole roof and nearly half of one side of the house is completely gone. Just ashes and rubble sit where the living room and library used to be.

You move to slide off Jungkook’s back, but realize he’s tightened his grip on you. You stay where you are and try to see if you can spot anyone by the house. After a second, Jungkook continues walking slowly toward the house.

“Jungkook? Y/n?” You both jump at the sound of Hoseok’s voice. He’s just coming around from the back of the house, carrying an ax and a small bag. He drops the things he’s holding and runs to the two of you.

“You guys are okay! You had us worried sick! Where on earth were you? Are you hurt?” Hoseok is frantically searching Jungkook for any injuries, much to the irritation of the younger vampire. Jungkook pulls away roughly, ignoring Hoseok’s pout.

“I had to go off after this idiot when she ran into the woods last night. Where’s Seokjin? Is everyone alright?”

Hoseok looks at you, brows creased in confusion, then he nods at Jungkook’s question.

“Yes, everyone is okay. Seokjin went out looking for you two at daybreak when we realized you still hadn’t come back.” Your stomach turns, it must be close to sunset already, so where is Seokjin?

Hoseok smiles warmly at your concerned face, “Don’t worry, y/n. Seokjin will be back by nightfall if he isn’t back before then. We have a rule not to- y/n!” The vampire interrupts himself when he sees your bare feet, one of them wrapped in a piece of cloth from Jungkook’s shirt. “What happened? And why is he carrying you?” He steps away to take in the full picture as if just now noticing that you’re clinging to Jungkook’s back.

“I tripped and hurt my foot.” You say sheepishly.

Hoseok frowns and puts a hand on your forehead, “You don’t look so good, y/n. You’re burning up.” You blink and try to clear your head; it keeps fogging up and you have a pounding headache.

“My head is killing me.” You groan and give in to lying your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a soft thump. You want to ask Hoseok where Ga-In and Yuri are, but you can’t seem to get the words out. The nausea is coming back too, and you groan again when Jungkook shifts you slightly.

“Jungkook, get her inside now. The rooms are still okay. Quick, go.” Hoseok pushes Jungkook lightly and he takes off across the little field to the mansion, trying to walk as carefully as he can.

All you can comprehend is a pair of arms laying you down on a soft bed, a few frantic words floating around above your head. You can’t grasp the meaning of them though, or who’s saying them. You think you hear a girl’s voice saying something, but you don’t recognize it. All you can see is blackness, as you’ve opted for keeping your eyes closed instead of watching the world spin around you in a nauseating circle.

Then everything goes dead silent.

Your body jerks awake at the pain in your ankle, and you sit up with a jolt. You cry out and make to grab for your hurt foot, but a pair of strong hands wrap around your wrists, stopping you. The world slowly starts coming into focus as you blink and see Seokjin sitting in a chair next to your bed, smiling softly at you. A little lamp is on, the only light in the otherwise dark room.

“Hey, y/n. You’re alive.”

“Seokjin? What happened?” You rub at your eyes and wince at the pain in your ankle again while sitting up and scooting back on your bed to rest your head against the wall.

“You were sick.”

“Why?”

“Well, first of all you were dehydrated and exhausted. You hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon and the infection in your ankle started a fever. After walking all night and day, I guess your body couldn’t take any more.” You nod and rub your eyes again.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Seokjin smiles knowingly at your question and you look away from his gaze, hating the feeling that he knows your deepest secrets. Jin just laughs quietly and leans down to grab something off the floor.

“Jungkook is okay. I think he’s helping the boys outside.”

You hum nonchalantly and graciously accept the bowl of soup he hands you, “What about Ga-In and Yuri? Do they know I’m back?” The vampire nods again, “Yeah, they’re in the kitchen finishing the soup for everyone.” You look down and see your foot bandaged in white cloths, wrapping around your ankle and heel.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Of course. I mean it did need a few stitches, but you’ll be okay.” You nod, deciding not to ask how in blazes he managed to stitch it while you were knocked out.

The door opens then and you look up to see Ga-In and Yuri rush to your side. You laugh at their frantic faces scanning you.

“Gosh, y/n! You scared us half to death!” Ga-In cries and pulls you into her chest, almost spilling the soup while crushing your head into her bosom. You laugh and pull away, feeling Yuri give your leg a gentle squeeze.

“You guys are so dramatic, I was just a bit tired is all.”

“A bit tired? Y/n, when Jungkook brought you into the house you looked like a lifeless doll, all colorless and limp. Don’t ever do that again. What on earth made you run last night?” Yuri speaks up worriedly.

You recount everything that happened with them, the fear and shock on their faces making you regret acting out so rashly.

“Well, thank goodness Jungkook had enough sense to go after you.” Ga-In clicks her tongue, not noticing the look of offense crossing your face.

Right, Seokjin never told them about Jungkook and being too far gone.

“Well, you need to get some real sleep y/n. I’ll let you girls settle in for the night. Sleep well.” Seokjin stands and stretches his limbs before heading to the door, closing it on his way out.

You finish your soup at the urging of the other two girls, then let them get you settled into bed. You're out like a light before your head even hits the pillow.

That night, you dream of Jungkook.

He’s walking in the forest you two were lost in, smiling when he turns and sees you following him. Then he reaches out his hand, entwining his fingers in yours when you give him your hand. You stumble when Jungkook pulls you closer, tripping on the branches littering the ground. He catches you and you place your hands on his chest, smiling up at him.

“You okay?” He whispers softly and you blush. “I have something for you.” He says, and you give him a questioning look. Then, Jungkook pulls away and hands you a tiny white flower, the same one you were looking at just the other day. You look up to thank him, then notice in a panic that he’s leaning in closer, and closer. And then.

“Y/n? Wake up, I’m starving.”

What?

“Y/n, come on~ I’m hungry and I think Jin is making pancakes again.”

No no no no noooooooo.

Your eyes fly open to see Ga-In leaning over you, a smile spreads on her face when she sees you awake. You panic for a second, thinking she knows what you just dreamt about.

Dreamt.

Dream.

A dream?

Dangflabbit and all.

“Come on y/n. Get up! You need to rebuild your energy.” You nod but you’re not really paying attention to her. Because you just had a dream about Jungkook. And you liked it.

You’re so screwed.

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a/n: I still have 15 mins until midnight haHA I kept my Friday promise bitzes. ok good night.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Up the Mountain

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2103

Warnings: A bit suggestive at times, a couple curse words thrown in, but all fluff.

Summary: Shore leave and a nice change of scenery was what the doctor ordered. Jumping into the trip with him, you enjoyed spending time with Leonard as you drove up a mountain. Settling down at the campsite, you ate lunch with your boyfriend in front of a scenic lake.

A/N: Had to take a break from writing Jim, and only one person to turn to. It’s a little suggestive, but I’ll leave it up to y’all with your imagination to figure out what happens next. Heads out of the gutter everyone.

It was finally shore leave. You’d longed for a break after three years in space.

For once, you were able to sleep in, have brunch, and be able to lay around on the couch and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. Two weeks away from the ship, away from work, and a nice change of scenery from all the blackness of the void.The plan was to be lazy essentially. Leonard had other plans it seems.

First day, he’d let you decompress from the stress of being on the ship. Tidy up the apartment, go window shopping, and a walk around the park. You’d thought that this would be it. No plans, just have fun.

Of course, the good doctor had plans, unlike you. During the night, he’d already pack up your bag and his, and got everything else ready for a nice camping trip. He knew you were going to object. What better way to get you going to his plan than a surprise at four in the morning.

You were asleep, and Len was on his side, observing the steady rise and fall of your chest. He felt slightly bad at having to wake you up so early, way more earlier than even Alpha shift would’ve been on the ship. Gently, he traced your cracked lips with a finger, and moved your hair away from your neck. Now unimpeded, he peppered kisses on your skin, delighting in the squirms from you.

“Len,” You groaned, doing your best to squirm away from his offending lips. “It’s too early for sexy time. Let me sleep.”

“No can do, sugar,” Your boyfriend cooed. “You’ve gotta get up now, so we can start our trip.”

It took a moment for the words to fully sink in.

“Noooo,” You whined, wiggling free of his arms. “I don’t wanna gooo.”

“But doctors want to have their fun tooo,” Leonard mimicked your whining. “Besides, it’d do us some good away from the city.”

It took some prodding before you eventually sat up, hair sticking out at every angle, and a rather cross look on your face. “Where we going?”

You glanced blearily over at the chrom.

“And why at four am?”

Silence greeted you from beside, and you knew from experience that it was going to be nothing good.

“Goddammit Len,” You grumbled, finally hauling yourself up onto your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“Because I couldn’t risk you not agreeing to the plan,” Your boyfriend appeared, wrapping his arms around your midsection and gently planting a chaste kiss.

You made a face. “Anything to get away from your morning breath, Len.”

“I do not have morning breath, Y/N!” He grumbled as you reluctantly started your morning routine. Of course, Leonard was never one to ever let you down. He enjoyed the outdoors, and never failed to bring you along to a scenic area.

“Okay Doctor Know It All, if you’re not going to tell me where we’re going, at least tell me what to wear,” You stared in front of your semi clean closet, knowing that your boyfriend must have packed your bags already. What was left on the hangers were all short sleeves and tank tops, which only meant…

“I thought you said you hated the cold.”

“I do,” Leonard rolled his eyes, bringing out two mugs of coffee. “But it’ll do you some good to catch the sun’s warmth and away from the noise.”

Setting the mugs down on the coasters, he reached for your bag and unzipped it. After examining the contents within, he threw a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt in your general direction.

“Hey, I just got those washed,” You grouched, reaching for your clothes anyways. It took another twenty minutes, and another tumbler full of coffee for you to be even near ready for your impromptu trip.

The doctor hugged you from behind, right as you were down lacing up your boots.

“You smell wonderful, sweetheart,” He spoke quietly against your shoulder, peppering light kisses on your jaw.

“Dammit Len, I swear to god. If you’ve dressed me up, just to tear it all down, I’m never talking to you again,” You wiggled around in his arms until you were facing him. “You hear that?”

“And leave you to catch a cold?” He teased, letting you go so you could reach for your coffee. “What kind of doctor would I be?”

“The one that wakes me up at some god forsaken time,” You glanced around the apartment one last time. “We’ve got everything?”

Leonard grunted in assent, and drained the rest of his coffee in one go. The duffel bags and the rest of the camping gear were already loaded up onto his truck. What was left was just you and him.

“I’m gonna miss this place,” You rubbed your eyes.

“We'll be back in a week or so. You’ll be begging me to stay there a little longer. Come on, let’s get that cute ass I love moving,” He swiped at them. You squealed at the sudden contact, and hurried out of the door with Leonard smirking on your heels.

“So how long is it gonna take for us to reach this place?” You asked when he pulled onto the highway, settling into a better position in your seat.

“Around two days at best,” You boyfriend dialed the radio down. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”

“You woke me up, just to tell me to go back to sleep?” You frowned at him, but reclined your seat backwards. He placed a hand on your thigh, absentmindedly rubbing little circles.

“Yes, that’s it,” He rolled his eyes. “Nothing about the place that we’ll be spending for a couple days.”

You closed your eyes anyways, doing your best to ignore the hand that was steadily creeping up towards the apex where leg meets hip. He was a tease, a goddamn tease, and he knew it.

“Let me sleep, you goddamn tease,” You whined, giving up on wiggling away from him as far as possible.

Leonard barked out a laugh. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

He wasn’t sorry, but did shift his hand back down to a more appropriate place.

You and Leonard exchanged seats every couple hours or so, and after almost two days on the road, you were exhausted. Stopping briefly at gas stations, you would pick up coffee and some greasy food while he topped up on gas. Despite his scowl and saying that it was full of sodium and lots of oil, there weren’t many choices to have while on the road.

It was the change of temperature that woke you up from the nap. Blinking your eyes open, you clumsily reached behind your seat for a blanket.

“We’re that high in altitude already?” You mumbled, towing the blanket towards the passenger seat.

“Morning, sweetheart. We’re almost there,” Leonard spoke, turning onto gravel.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned towards the window and looked out. Rows and rows of evergreen trees surrounded both sides of the truck, and as far as the naked eye could see.

“Are we going to our cabin?” You asked.

“Not quite, darlin’. We’re not that high up enough for snow.”

“Almost feels like it,” You replied, twisting around in your seat to grab a long sleeve sweater out of your bag.

“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?” Leonard glanced at you once you pulled on one of his old academy sweaters.

You smirked at him, and would have sworn that his gaze strayed a little longer on you than was necessary.

“Eyes on the road, mister.”

The heated look he gave you was enough to send your imagination flying.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Your boyfriend stopped the truck, and you immediately jumped out as soon as you could. It was a small little campsite, equipped with a bench outside and a fire pit. On the bright side, all three sides grew all sorts of trees, giving you a much needed privacy from potential nearby neighbors.

“I love it!” You grinned, taking in as much as you could. If you squint hard enough, you could spot the edge of a lake.

“And who was it that was telling me that you would rather have the bed instead?” He teased, grabbing the camping gear out from behind.

“You could’ve warmed me up to the idea first,” You reached over to help set up the tent first. While you were busy making the tent a little more inhabitable, Leonard was busy chopping up firewood. Perhaps when you were done with Starfleet, you could retire and live with him out in a place like this. There was clean fresh air, the warm sunny rays, a refreshing cool breeze, and a wonderful scenery to boot.

You grabbed the kettle out on the way out of the tent, only to stop and stare at the sight in front of you. There was your doctor, covered in a sheen of perspiration, focused solely on the task at hand. His muscles rippled underneath his shirt, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy watching him.

“Like what you see there, darlin’?” Leonard drawled out, pausing long enough to eye you.

You blushed, and averted your gaze quickly. The feelings were mutual. It was payback after all those heated stares you received while in the truck.

“Even more now, love,” You answered coyly, putting around the campsite to find water for the kettle.

The sounds of chopping faltered again. All you could do was laugh as you brought back the heavy kettle back onto its original spot on the table. With a light smirk, you approached him, only to bend down to grab a few pieces of firewood.

“Careful of what you say, sugar,” He replied darkly, resuming his task at hand.

“Or what?” You challenged, building the fire with a few matches.

Your boyfriend merely answered with a growl, scattering goosebumps along your arms. When both tumblers were filled up with piping hot coffee, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you again.

“Behave, sweetheart,” He growled, nipping slightly on the outer shell of your ear.

“Look who’s talking first,” You answered, a smirk on your face. “Did you pack food?”

“Yes, at the back of the truck,” He released you, moving to the truck to grab the items mentioned. His scent lingered a fraction of second before it dissipated. He smelled of wood, of sweat, a hint of cloves, and a fleeting scent of antiseptics that you’d figured would never leave. It was him, and that was home. “We can find a spot in front of the lake.”

“I like that idea,” You grabbed the two tumblers, and placed them within the coolers he carried. Linking your arm through his, you let him lead you towards the lake you’d sighted earlier. It was thankfully a short walk, and eased out the kinks in your muscles after being cooped up within a car for the last 48 hours.

“This is it,” Leonard chose a shaded spot underneath a couple towering oak trees, and some distance away from the shore banks.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, pulling the blanket out and smoothing it out on the grass.

“Donna brought me here a couple of times after the split from Jocelyn,” Leonard shrugged, taking out a couple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, some protein bars, a few bags of pre cut fruits, a small pitcher of lemonade, and the two coffee tumblers from earlier. “It didn’t help, but bless my sister’s heart for trying. She thought going outdoors would help cheer me up.”

Glancing away from the rippling effects of the lake, you turned your gaze back at him where you found him still observing you. You accepted a sandwich with a nod of thanks, still unable to form a response to his words.

“I thought it would be nice to share this with you. It’s a little piece of heaven, and we can make this ours, if you wish,” Your boyfriend laid back on the dotted blanket, and you followed suit.

“Anywhere is okay, as long as I have you,” You turned your head to the side, pressing your lips to his. It was an innocent kiss for now, but you could tell the lust flicking within his eyes. As if right on cue, your stomach rumbled and you reluctantly broke apart to grab your sandwich.

“Definitely a sight for sore eyes there, Y/N.” He teased, reaching for his also.

You couldn’t think of a better way to jump start your shore leave.

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duskholland · 3 years

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Alright, we’re starting in the SFW Harrison pieces. I can only send five anon pieces, so expect there to be four of these done along with this first piece. If I chose to just send them then I wouldn't have to do four then the last one, but I wanted to let you know what I was doing, though I may able to combine them. Also, sorry this has taken so long, but I’m getting there. It’s been a bit much since December for me, but your stories are the first I’m going to write about, so enjoy hon! Also, hope you’ve had a good day, and I hope you enjoy me blowing up your askbox! ❤️~♉️

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He doesn’t like sleeping in empty beds~

“Don’t like them. Too big, too cold, too… Just, they’re lonely, y’know?” He sighs. “Let me stay. Please?” If this quote isn’t the realest thing I’ve read. Sleeping alone sucks, but then again, I may hate sleeping with someone else, I don’t know 🤷‍♀️. Anyhow, I love how soft and sweet it is, and the way Y/n is just wondering if he’ll ever feel the same, but honestly, I think he does and that’s what makes my heart happy. This is so soft and adorable, and I love it ❤️~♉️

You’ve got a bit of sexual tension with your co-star Harrison~

I’m already expecting something soft yet spicy here 🥰. I don’t normally pull end quotes, but the end of this piece just like set me off in a crush way. I’ve fallen for this piece, and I don’t know if there’s a topper. It’s soft, spicy, and so so so sweet. “And when you pull back to meet his sparkling blue eyes, you know your connection runs deeper than the surface.” Such a perfect fic, so beautifully bloomed, I’m kind of dead right now 😂❤️~♉️

You’re a bit jealous of his co-star~

If Y/N isn’t totally, completely me in this piece, I’m so dead. I was getting angry, I felt those emotions, the jealousy, the worry, the uncertainty, and of course Harry is the friend that knows despite the two people that should know having no clue. Love that he’s such a good friend in this, but this quote is another end one, but I needed toooo! “I’m in love with you, Y/N. The only person I want to be with is you.” The way this quote sent me isn’t even funny. I can never have favourites with your pieces, I’m telling you! ❤️~♉️

He shows the engagement ring off to his mum~

The sweetness of Y/N setting up and arranging a birthday party for Harrison and that being the moment where Harrison just like loses it. Like he just felt it swarm him, leaving him falling so much deeper in love with her, and my heart was so so so full for this. This being what prompts him showing his mom the ring because even his mom can see that she’s the one for him, my heart is so full for it. He rummages through it and then procures a black velvet box. “I got it last week,” he admits, passing it to his mum. “Do you think she’ll like it?” That he’s at all nervous says so much because he’s worried that maybe she won’t say yes, maybe she won’t like it, but she’d say yes in a heartbeat, and she’d adore the ring. This was soft, fluffy perfection! ❤️~♉️

You love your best friend Harrison~

This quote was like perfect here, “Harrison, I… I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” Because god the heartbreaking feeling that shot a hole in my heart, it hurt ma’am. Then you went and did this. “Y/N,” Harrison murmurs. His fingers pick up your chin, and he gently forces you to look at him. His eyes are so blue beneath the night’s sky. “Why would you do that, when you could just be kissing me instead?” And oh my goddd, you sewed my heart together perfectly here, no hole left, no pain, just complete love. I love this because it could’ve gone so wrong, but you just showered fluff upon fluff upon soft, saccharine fluff on us. ❤️~♉️

That is all of your SFW blurb pieces, and I can’t pick a favorite because they were all so beautiful that I don’t know what I could possibly choose. I’ll do the NSFW today as well since it’s almost five in the evening here. So, your box will be well and truly blown up by me ❤️~♉️

Okay, I said I’d do the NSFW ones as well, but personally, I’m not very good at writing responses to those. I’m going to go ahead and do the OneShots though! Also, I love your NSFW pieces as much as the SFW pieces, and these ones were so so so 🥵🥵🥵🥵 ~♉️

If You Feel The Same | Harrison Osterfield~

So, I love this. The way it started made me feel like I was about to be shattered with angst though, so I was anticipating more than what we got. I love that Sam is so supportive and that their friendship is so well played out here, genuine teasing and just letting go with each other, that’s the best friendship. I absolutely loved the flashback which brought the angst I was waiting for, and damn did you deliver there Oof! “With careful hands, Harrison pries you away from his chest until he can meet your eyes, his blue irises twinkling sadly. “Is that what you really want?” Jesus that sentence, fuck if that didn’t just pull my heart with it, I can’t even! “He shakes his head, fluffy curls resting against your pillows. “Got everything I need right here.” This quote just put everything back together and made my heart soar. I love this piece so much; it's wild, stellar details, amazing emotional progression, and Jesus my heart went awe at 3:33 in the morning. ❤️~♉️

Say Goodnight | Harrison Osterfield~

I’m not going to lie, before I even read this, I’m nervous for angst because it’s exes to lovers and that is making my heart construct in my chest. Okay, here we gooo! Jesus fuck, already breaking my heart int he first two minutes of reading- “Harrison reluctantly pockets the chain, his eyes lingering on the solid curve of the H. “I could never forget about you, Y/N.” Fuuuuuuudge it hurts. “I don’t want to say goodnight yet,” Harrison says immediately, words falling into one another. “I don’t want to stop talking to you, Y/N. Can we please keep talking? Just for a bit.” He pauses, his voice breaking. “I miss you.” Okay ma’am, did you have to do this to me though?! I do was like one of you better call the other back dammit, and thank fuck it was Harrison.

“His mouth shifts up to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. Please, can we get back together?” His words are desperate, but they echo the things you’ve been feeling for months, and hearing them is such a relief that you simply have to kiss him again.” I’ve used so many quotes that I should’ve just done a reblog at this point, but holy hell I absolutely love this piece. Hands down it’s my favorite piece out of all of your Harrison works, blurbs and the OneShots.

Love this one so much, it was a beautiful emotionally rollercoastered set up, again I know that’s not a word but it’s all I can think of right now. Anyhow, I’m finally done with Harrison and will be moving to Harry, but I kind of need to go back to sleep cause it’s like 3:40 in the morning and I have to be up at six… ❤️~♉️

So, I decided to read Adore because it’s the only Tom piece I haven’t read... I’m not sure that was a good idea cause my mind is fucked and I have to do stuff for my wordpress blog now 😂 so anyways... Adore

Adore || Professor! Tom~

Ma’am… Ma’am… what the fuck… this has got to be the hottest piece I’ve read.. I had to take a fucking break, you just… holy fuck. I can’t even think properly, firstly the fucking tension that is so palpable I could feel it buzzing under my own skin! Then, Then, Then you went and had y/n try to get his attention and she did, holy hell. I can’t… you had the perfect balance between steamy and fluffy and my heart aches holy hell, riled me up. Okay, I’ve gotta stop with all that cause Jesus there’s so much I could say. “Then don’t.” Tom runs his hands all over you—your hair, your face, your neck. He holds you so close it threatens to consume you. “I can’t promise anything, and I don’t know what the future might be like for us, but…” He blushes, thin lips jerking into a smile. “I know that if you’re by my side, as my girlfriend, we can get through it.” My favorite Tom Piece, but Sucker Punch is still up there and Bloom still holds my heart completely. You’re amazing!! ❤️~♉️

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I WOULD DIE FOR YOU I WOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULD. every time you quote stuff back to me i go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AHHHH. thank you. it’s so surreal reading all these fragments from pieces i wrote up to six months ago, and to know that it’s still able to give someone joy is just ... unreal. thank you SO much. i have reread these all on multiple occasions fhkjdhfjkd. and ADORE!! goddddd thank you for what you said about it there too :’))) thank you for enjoying it, and sharing your thoughts.

#im gonna do the harry ones in another ask so i can separate them when i come back to reread these hehe <3 #AGAIN !! THANK YOU SO MUCH #I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE THIS NICE TO ME #AND TAKE SUCH MUCH TIME AND EFFORT DOING THIS FOR ME #I APPRECIATE IT SO SO SO SO MUCH YOU ARE A LEGEND !!!!!#♉️ anon #to keep #anonymous

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, part 10.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: x

Warnings: Fight Club! Wohoo, here we fucking gooo.

Word Count: 2.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers

Sometimes all you need in your life is some silence and calm time to think everything through. It’s not like you try to reach some nirvana or shit, but you need to think. Sometimes a thing happens that totally fucks up your perception of reality and you just cut yourself off from the outside world.

You want to just ride to the school on a bike, listening to some music or the birds singing, to feel the wind in your hair and to escape the reality for a slight moment. And when it’s all said and done, you reach the solution you were searching for and your life just continues. Sometimes when your friends try to help you, they just make everything much, much worse than it was before.

You couldn't just stand Rue's rambling about Fezco feeling terrible. She didn't shut up the whole time, so in the middle of the third paragraph and fourth sentence, you got up, pushed your tray to hers violently, rolling your eyes and taking the earbuds out of your bag, walking off the scene. You loved Rue and Jules like your sisters, but that shit was too much for you to handle at that moment.

Naturally, you did not expect to find a friend in Kat Fernandez at that given moment. It did not matter she is a plus size girl - she had so much confidence that even the most popular girls were friends with her.

She silently approached you when she took a notice that you're not talking with Rue for a week and when Ash told you that you’re not talking to Fezco either. You knew each other, but no as much to be called friends.

“Hey, bitch.” - She said loudly in front of your empty table at the cafeteria. You could hear her through the music playing in your earbuds - the entire cafeteria could hear her.

“Hi, Kat?” - You asked her/greeted her. You took the earbuds out of your ears as she and her boyfriend, a slim boy who looked even more tired than Fezco, sat down next to you. - “Do you need my notes from biology or what?”

“Oh, shut up. You're just looking down, bitch, I'm not going to let you sit alone. I’m not a bitch.” - Kat sighed dramatically and all of a sudden, Lexi sat beside you, then Cassie sat at your table as well and the last one to the freak show was Maddy, the mad queen herself.

Excuse you, since when were you friends with those popular girls? You didn't have a single fucking idea. But you were just scared at that moment to make a move against their invasion.

“We heard that shit went down between Fez and you, girl. I’m so sorry. You were as cute as me and Nate.” - Maddy took your hand to her palm, looking you in the eyes, swinging those fake lashes. One more swing and you were sure that they would fall fucking off. That day was too much for you. WHAT. THE. FUCK. - “How are you feeling, babe?” - She asked with too much affection in her voice. They were all fake as fuck.

“I think I’m... Fine. How do you know that? And I didn’t break up with him, I just wanted some alone time.” - You carefully took the hand off Maddy’s palm, ready to run off with all of your food back to Rue and Jules. They were both watching you - Rue’s expression was similar to vomiting and Jules had a brain freeze.

“Oh, you know, the people tell and everybody just adds something to the story. I heard that you’re preggy.” - Kat answered while she was peeling her orange.

“I heard that some of Fezco’s friends tried to cut your throat.” - Cassie added to the flame with a serious tone.

“And I heard that he cheated on you with that ginger from senior year. Is it real?” - Maddy asked with her eyes popped the fuck out, you had a strong tendency to tell her that she should calm those fucking eyeballs down.

“None of these is fucking true. Not a shitty bit. Jesus.” - You sighed with a sour voice and for everything just getting better, Nate fucking Jacobs was heading to your table. You felt sick at that moment and your day was ruined. You could handle bullshit of those primadonnas, but you knew before he came to your table that Nate is too much of an asshole for you to handle.

But you didn't know how much bullshit his manners will cause.

“And we meet again.” - Nate smiled at you while he leaned to kiss his girlfriend’s temple. Oh boy, you never got violent tendencies, but you would swear to fucking God that you are ready to punch him at any moment.

“How pleasurable.” - You gritted, watching him down with a disgusted look.

“So you finally realized what’s good for you?” - Nate sighed and leaned to you. Oh, you were aware of what he is doing. That fucker was trying to make you feel small, to intimidate you because he was that big, strong boy and you were just a small girl. Too bad for him it didn't work.

Also, was that fucker giving you proposals just in front of Maddy or not? You realized in the next minute - Maddy didn't know that you and Nate have already met. At Fezco’s shop. But Kat did. Aaand... She was talking to Ethan, so she did not hear anything that that piece of shit had said.

How could two people be so lonely in a full cafeteria, sitting surrounded by many people? Was it even possible?

“I told you that Fezco is a zero who makes himself look better than he is. There are particularly... Better boys.” - He licked his lips slowly and you felt ready to vomit all over the table. And thank God for Rue at that moment.

"Hey Y/N." - Rue appeared behind Nate's back. - "Can I talk to ya? We... Ugh... Need to talk about dat... Thingy..." - She stuttered. You nodded with grace, grasping the food off the table, immediately running back to your beloved table. - "Okay, ya glad that I saved ya? And holy fuck man, what was he tryin' to do?"

"He's suggesting things. This was for the second time this happened. Fezco would have killed him on the spot." - You looked behind your back, still seeing Nate with his grinning face. At least he was looking into Maddy's face and his eyes were a small inch before being craved out of the eyeballs.

"Well fuck me, fuck ya and fuck Nate then. He heard it. Got him on da phone, so he heard all of da shit." - Rue gave you her hand over your shoulder. You opened your mouth with a scared face. Nathan was dead. - "Now I know why was so pissed."

"You were standing behind Nate the whole time? Jesus fucking Christ, Rue, use your brain sometimes." - You put your tray on the table and sat next to Jules. Jules smiled at you with love and smoothed your shoulder.

"Man, I can't choose when ma bros call me. And he was just checkin' dat ya safe." - Rue muttered when she made the pills into small pieces, mixing it into her yogurt again.

"I should really speak to him, shouldn't I?" - You asked silently, looking Rue to her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and watched you as if you were a dumb fuck.

You didn't even have to go for Fezco to his shop - he was just casually standing outside the school, watching the entrance, smoking a cigarette. He looked even more tired than he did ever before, he was out of his mind completely.

But his face softened when he saw you in your hoodie, just standing there and watching him. Your eyes started to water as you walked to him to hug him. You missed him so much - you missed his smile, his tired baby blue eyes, his scent, and his raspy voice. By the moment he hummed into your ear, you were already crying into the crook of his neck. How could you miss someone so fucking much?

"Are ya alright, baby girl?" - Fezco whispered after a few seconds. You nodded between the sobs.

He was holding you like there was no tomorrow. He would never say that one person can make him feel as much as you did. Any drug has ever made him feel so alive as your presence did, the warmth in his heart basically every time you have touched him and the bliss when you kissed him. ANy drug was as addictive as you.

You haven’t seen each other in two weeks. If you weren't in front of the other people, even he would most probably cry. And Fezco knew that he will cry, he had so many things to be sorry for.

But then you felt him tense up. Nate has left the school, his hand hazily over Maddy’s shoulder. You could see Nathan’s face go a bit paler when he saw you with Fezco.

“No, no, no, baby boy, no.” - You begged quietly, but it was for nothing. Fezco already made his decision. And if Nate wasn't able to accept it the nice way, he needed to understand in the worse way. That was just Nate's decision.

"We are havin' this conversation for the last fuckin' time, amigo. I tell ya. One more gross word on ma girl, one more look at her and you're fuckin' dead. I had enough of ya bullshit, dawg." - Fezco almost run into Nate and caught the hem of Nate's shirt, tearing him away from Maddy who screamed and jumped few feet to the side with her hands over her mouth and watched both of them with tears in her eyes.

"Do you even realize that all of those people can just tell that you were threating me? Or you're too dumb for this, you ugly fuck?" - And that was that. Nate fell on the ground when Fezco gave him a good hit to the jaw. Everyone was watching their fight. Nate was obviously winning over Fezco with his tall American football body.

But Fezco wasn't willing to give up that easily. He was fighting for your dignity and honor at the moment. Fezco couldn't just lose. In the end, they both stood three feet away from each other. Fez's white polo shirt was bloody as hell, his knuckles were violet and he couldn't open one of his eyes. And Nate didn't look any better. But you and Maddy were quick to stand between them.

"I told you that you shouldn't do that. He's going to the police and you'll end up in jail." - You whispered and took his face to your palm gently.

"What the fuck was that? Are you kidding me, Fezco? What the hell?!" - Maddy yelled at you and you wanted to tell her that you're sorry, but Fez was faster.

"Try to tell yo boy that he shouldn't try to get another girl's panties when he has a girl. Go on. This happened twice." - Fezco answered and spit our blood on the pavement. Maddy stood straight for a second before she turned to Nate, she started to scream in Spanish at him - she was talking about some sex tape and releasing it. You and Rue took Fezco to the car before the teachers could see anything before any trouble could start.

"How could ya be angry at that angel?" - Rue laughed our loud and shove a few strands of her hair behind her ear while she drove the car. Jules sat next to her and you were in the backseat with Fezco's head on your lap. He was watching you and his left eye was crying. You couldn't tell about the other one clearly. - "He just fought with Nate fucking Jacobs. For ya. You're hella lucky."

"And he almost got himself knocked out. But he's my brave warrior." - You ran yours over the short hair on his head. Yeah. You loved him. No matter if he was a dealer or not, you loved him. And he had no problem with fighting other guys just because of you.

So you didn't have any talk. You just... Accepted the fact of what source of his money was. Because that's what people who are completely blind with love do.

#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco hbo #fez imagine #rue bennett #rue euphoria #kat euphoria #maddy euphoria #cassie euphoria #lexi euphoria #jules vaughn #jules euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria fanfic series #mount everest ain't got shit on us

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swearronchanel · 4 years

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9.07

you know what’s going on

“There are times when all we can do is our best...” felt that

Thank you Vanessa Redgrave for the inspo as always

There’s the incubator, finally

I miss seeing Phyllis with the cubs lol

LMAO Violet pulled a Kanye was “aight Shelagh ima let you finish but let me just say” 😂

May and Angela in their sound of music looking outfits LMAO

I should start carrying around ceremonial shears bc you never know right?

LMAO Ms Higgins is not here for any of McNulty’s shit

Shelagh’s suit is nice but why is she not in uniform at clinic?

She’s like yea I think he’s sentimental he fell in love with a nun he barely spoke with lmaooo

My gal Trixie finally

She’s fiesty, I respect it ha

McNulty with a drug problem is almost predictable tbh, it’s done on a lot of shows. The only time i found it an interesting trope was on House😂 maybe I’m being too hard on the show idk lmaoo

Give us more Shelagh and Trixie !! Cowards

I just want them to be friends sheesh

Also hard to believe they can’t find any braille pamphlets

LMAO STOP this fuckery right now I don’t want these Sister Bernadette and Dr Turner vibes from Sister Frances and Dr McNulty

He’s cool I just don’t want that lol

PHYLLIS STOP YOURE NOT TOO OLD I WILL CRY

KEEP HER HEALTHY OR I WILL RIOT

“A moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips” LMAO that’s DEFF been said but I relate😂 tbh I think Trixie literally said it a few seasons ago?? But whatever I’ll never get rid of my hips sadly

I love Val’s humor

“Master Cyril” sister MJ has a pure little crush on him & no one can change my mind

LMAOO “for historical research” SISTER MJ feening for a fry is me af

“Not everyone wants to take the pill” VERY TRUE! And valid! Just not true for me 😂

but also when are they going to write the pill an episode where it’s not skated around? you know what I mean?

Trixie tell this bitch to goooo

Damn this poor woman, is social services really gonna crush her? Blind women have surely have had babies for a long time then

“Haven’t met a bloke who means what he says yet” OOF also felt that

Old bag? oh nah you do not disrespect Ms Millicent P. Higgins like that (idk what her middle name is but a P name sounds right LMAO)

McNulty I dare you to punch him

Why haven’t we seen that? LMAO someone is bound to get in a fight. Phyllis would FOR SURE throw hands with a deserving person (at least in my head she would but I guess there’s a lot up there LMAO)

Aww Cyril, he better propose soon lmaoo I want to see the church choir again!!

He’s so pure

No one wants to separate her from her baby huh? Hmm where was that energy for Esther Tang🤔 just saying...

Pill poppin’ McNulty

Sister Hilda has grown on me all season, she needs a good storyline to shine more!

Phyllis getting excited for the help🥺 I love her

when the doll hit the table aajskksk oops 🤐

What do we think McNulty’s presumedly tragic reason for being addicted is?

GO KART RACES LETSSS GOOO!

every summer when I was younger me and my friends/cousins on the block tried to make a go kart😂we always failed rip

Sister MJ is such a gem. I’ll die on that hill

Sister Frances taking charge, good for her

Dr Turner walked in and right back out LMAO like what?

I’ve been waiting for Trixie to get a main storyline all season and now that she has one I’m not feeling it? It’s not over I guess, let’s see

aw a baby girl 🥺

out for the count is my line Trix

Aww poor Val man 😭

“The same scared little boys” stinggg

JUDAS 👉🏼

what did you think would happened beryl?

TELL HER TRIX

sibling squabble is over just like that?? or nah

Val’s gran isn’t looking to hot, I hope they don’t kill her off

BILLY THE KID LAMAOOAOAO

HE’S AN ASSHOLE BUT IM DEAD😂

Oh noo she’s stepping on glass

that hurts like a bitch

Val’s making her gran cupcakes😭

Bro CODINE doesn’t work for you? he’s really got it bad

stop this before I cry, save Elise Dyer

Trixie found another blind mom for some inspo & this is why I love her !!

Ok this is a sweet story for sure, I just was looking or a story with more “UPMH” for Trixie if that makes any sense?

This wasn’t the best episode by far, but at least I got to see Beatrix

Phyllis is so happy Lucille and Cyril are there to help

GO KARTS LIT!

“There are always challenges in life. Pieces to put together, plans to lay...”

When Vanessa Redgrave says all will be well I believe it 😭

#call the midwife #i think i'm indifferent tbh #thoughts

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jadeywrites · 4 years

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Writer’s Month | Day 1: Tattoo Artist

[Masterlist]

Alright, here we gooo

This one’s a long one, but I expect this to be a rare occurrence because I won’t be able to keep up if I always write ones these long.

This is a snippet from a world and characters I’ve made in my head, but never really got around to writing due to all the plot work that would need to be done first. I’ll tag it as #wip: two cities anyway, in case I end up writing more related stuff.

I realized I misinterpreted the Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU prompt wrong. I thought it was a choice between “tattoo artist” and “flower shop au”, but apparently it’s a specific thing that’s sometimes seen in fanfic. I don’t write fanfic so I wasn’t aware of this, and had this written already before last night my brain went oH wAiT. I kinda like this so I won’t be deleting it, but I’m not 100% sure if it still counts or not.

Word count: 1,480

Everything about what he was doing today was… not necessarily illegal, for it wasn’t illegal for a Cryx citizen to visit Downunder, but definitely out of the ordinary. What he was doing was ill-advised, El decided. A very bad idea, if you were to ask anyone on Cryx. Those who had been born on Cryx did not venture down to the lower level of the city, where the lesser-born lived. Go down there, and you would never come back up.

Downunder was a “necessary evil”.

Having grown up in Cryx, discomfort stretched tightly across El’s skin as he walked the dim streets. It was harder to breathe down here, and there was a stink of… what? The combined tang of metal and sweat filled the air, a scent that didn’t vanish completely even if you stood right next to the giant ventilators spread across Downunder to keep the citizens provided with enough fresh air.

Where were all the people? He could hear clanks, echoes, distant voices here and there, but he had only encountered a grand total of five people in the hour he had been down here. He had been lucky, that each time no one had looked close enough to see how he was a piece that did not fit.

Reaching an intersection, El glanced up at the faded street signs. Ouro Gul, read the sign to his right. Where had these strange names come from? Was this the dead language of old Cryx, before it had become the Downunder of today? El turned onto the street, keeping his steps brisk. He wanted to stop and stare at everything. The stained gray walls. The dimly glowing bulletins, most of them turned off or broken, but a few advertising products that were already old news up in Cryx. Up in Cryx. Buffering skies, he really was standing underneath the city he had grown up in.

The street narrowed. The buildings, the shortest ones five stories tall, loomed over him. A part of him worried that they could tumble down at any moment. El tugged his worn jacket closer around his shoulders and began to scan the sides. Many building fronts were unmarked, some had signs with more words he knew no meaning of. Then, there it was. Above a door to the left, engraved in the--brick?--were the words “Grist Jul: Kapi Relnuten”. On the door hung a sign, thankfully in the language he knew: Shelm’s Tattoos. Open.

There were no windows on the ground floor to peer in. All El could do was turn the handle, and push.

The door opened into a small room, similar to a reception area. The lack of modern technology was atrocious. No AI seemed to register his appearance. No welcome greeting. The room was lit with one of the styles that had been a fad ten years ago--the entire ceiling glowing uniformly to provide light--but the blue color was harsh and the light wobbled. It tinted the illustrations of different tattoo designs on the wall, the intricate swirls, bold lines, little tattoos and large ones spread across ones back.

A desk was placed across from the door, wooden and clear of any objects. A chair behind it. A line of five chairs along the right wall, presumably for waiting in. There was a large screen built into the left wall, headlines scrolling across in 3-D lettering.

Thusian’s Factory holding interviews for floor manager

Sector 7G governor announces new guidelines for product 4B8W53 manufacturing

Breakdown in 3C causes mass-exodus

El frowned at the headlines. They were far from what he was used to seeing in the news. He reached out to tap on the last headline for more information, but the click-click of shoes on hard floor made him pause. There was no one in this small room, but--

A section of the wall beside the desk swung out into the door, and El started. He hadn’t made out the outline of a door, not in this lighting. From the dark hallway he could glimpse beyond, a woman stepped out into the blue light.

El’s gaze flitted over her appearance. Chin length straight hair, tinted slightly blue by the light, framed an also slightly blue face. A pointed chin, flat nose, and thin eyebrows over narrowed eyes surrounded by black makeup. Her attire was odd: geometric patterned tunic over black fitting pants, and a leather jacket with studs that reflected the light.

She did not look as pleased as someone greeting a potential customer should. She didn’t look surprised to see him either, so… on second thought, there was at least one hidden camera in this room.

El tried to place his features into an expression that could be interpreted as less “nervous as hell” and more… smooth. “Gre--”

Ah, buggers. Not formal. He wasn’t trying to out himself as not belonging here. El cleared his throat and tugged on the bottom of his jacket. “Hey,” he tried. “This is the place for tattoos, right?”

She gave him a long, unimpressed look. His heartbeat sped up. “Yes. Obviously.”

“Great. Are you the… manager? I’m El--by the way.”

“Not the manager. Not in. But the tattoo artist? That’s me.” She stepped forward and closed the door behind her. He gave it a glance, noting how it was indeed difficult to spot if you didn’t know exactly where to look. A smile curved her lips, but despite her next words it wasn’t a friendly one. “Nice to meet you, El.”

He knew his next words mattered. Well, every single one of these words mattered, but--the next ones were particularly important. Searching hadn’t turned up much information, but there were two common threads that had come up through all his Searches through the database. A tattoo shop--this one--and a certain symbol with a lot of circles. How these related to magic he had no idea, but he had to try. For his sister, he had to try.

El cleared his throat again. “I’m looking to get a tattoo.”

She leaned back against the door. “Shoot.”

“I have a design in mind. It’s--a lot of circles, kind of like...” He traced a pattern in the air, but from the raise of her brows she was getting nothing out of his gestures. “I can draw it for you if you have a screen.”

“Mm-hmm.” She pushed off the wall and stepped towards him, boots clicking across the floor. It only took her a few steps before she was close enough for him to feel distinctly uncomfortable. She was taller than him, too. “I’ll be straight with you, boy. No one here is going to serve you.”

El stiffened. “I just want a tattoo--”

“No.”

“Just let me draw it for you. Then you can decide.”

Their eyes met and held, and in his head El counted the seconds as he struggled not to look away from her glare. Six, seven, eight.

Surprisingly, she looked away first, with a scoff. From her back pocket she pulled out a thin device about the size of her palm. An old eNotes. After the screen booted up, she presented it and a stylus to El. He took it, and set the point down. His artistry skills were subpar, but he’d been staring at that design enough over the past few days to memorize it. He sketched the design out, making sure to get every overlap and sizes correct. When he presented it to her again, she only glanced at it once before pocketing it and staring El down again.

“Someone’s been trying to do research.”

He swallowed. “Yes.”

“The answer is still no. Get out.”

He couldn’t keep the shock and hurt from flashing across his face. Had he got it all wrong? No--her comment about research had to mean she knew what he was getting at. “No, wait, you don’t get it. I’m looking for--”

In a flash, one of her hands cupped the back of his head while the other pressed across his mouth. Her hand was cool and soft, but her nails dug into his cheek. Her smile curved wider. “Quiet, boy. Don’t argue.”

It suddenly occurred to him that he should have backed off. Who was he to think he could enter Downunder and come back out alive? And if there really was still magic here, those who knew about it would be protecting it by all cost.

“As I said, the manager’s out. She’ll be back in around… oh, five hours. If you want to take up business with her, you’re welcome to do so then.” She paused, then dropped her hands and stepped away. “Although… I really don’t think she wants to do business with you.”

As she turned and clicked back across the floor, her voice took on a sing-song quality. “See you in five, El. If you dare~”

She swung the hidden door back open and stepped through. It shut quickly behind her, leaving El standing stunned, with the finality of the door’s click still echoing through his head.

#writersmonth2020 #amwriting #writeblr #jadeywrites #wip: two cities #original work #original characters

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