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looove your blog keep up the amazing work 😙✌🏽 anywho fic where people in UA still think shinsou's quirk is scary and they avoid him as much as possible bc they're scared he might activate it + that makes him sad but reader isn't scared of him at all !! and she always talks to him/hangs with him etc.. and he like low-key falls in love w her

”why aren’t you scared of me?”

pairing: hitoshi shinso x female reader

cw: language, slight angst, fluff, kissing

word count: 4000+

a/n: umm this is weird and i got rid of the joint traning arc and mina and momo are being bitches and it’s just me waffling at 00:30 so yeah have fun to the people awake reading this also thank you so much for the support

summary: in which shinso joins class 1a and whilst everybody seems to be scared of him out of fear he’ll use his quirk, you try to befriend the boy and he develops feelings as soon as you talk to him.

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His arrival into the class was shocking to say the least, the small whispers between your classmates and the fear that flushed through their eyes. Except you, you were intrigued by the boy, having seen his quirk at the sports festival you had seen how he used it against Midoriya. His soft violet hair looked a mess but a cute mess to say the least, his dull eyes and grey marks underneath his eyes melted your insides.

“You can sit behind Y/n.” You smiled to signify you were Y/n and he looked down walking past your classmates.

The whispers all in ear shot, you could see his eyes fall but didn’t say anything about it. Him, swiftly taking the seat right behind you, Aizawa had let the class talk among themselves and the fact nobody had come to talk to the boy. Hurt you a lot more than you wished, “y/n, we’re having that movie night next Sunday.”

“I can’t wait.” You turned around to meet the boy, “you’re invited as well.”

He gazed up catching your eyes, your knuckles were white due to the grip on the chair, and you stared with utter confidence. Mina having been the one to ask, she gave a side eye at what you had just said but didn’t bother making a remark.

Shinso answered with a, “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“No, it’s fine, I want you to come.” You had never been this confident but at how he had been ignored by the rest of the class it jolted something inside of you, “we can have lunch together as well.”

“Okay.” It was blunt and Momo this time had come up to you.

She stood in front of you, ignoring the boy, you could see how tense she was at the close proximity between them. She gestured for you to get up, but you ignored her action, “I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke continuing to ignore her pleas, was she really scared of him?

Were they all really that scared of him?

“You can go to your friends; you don’t need to be some sort of pity party.” Shinso muttered, stretching back and leaning against his chair.

Wide eyed, you tilted your head to be placed on the back of your hands, “I’m not a pity party, I want to be friends.”

“Friends, your class hates me.” He looked up and down, your skirt had ridden up and he could see a scar that you had probably gotten from someone’s quirk.

You roll you eyes giving the boy a smirk, “they don’t hate you.” .

“Really?” He gushes out knowing it’s the truth.

“Yes, stop worrying.” It was concerning how easy you two could converse, and your friends were ever so afraid. His gaze watching every one of your features, they assumed he was thinking of how to taint you, but all the saw was a tenderness comfort from you.

You noticed Ectoplasm come through the door ready to teach the hated maths lesson, “be warned if you get a question wrong, he will glare at you.” You gestured to the man and Shinso’s lip twitched upwards.

“Maybe it’s just because you get the questions wrong.” Shinso remarked back, urning a small slap on the arm to him.

His could feel the tip of his ears redden at how your hand had touched his arm, even though the fabric, your hand had lingered before hearing the sound of the lesson starting. You turned back around trying to look and concentrate on the board but all you could really think about was the boy. He was sweet, he understood your humour and he was nice, and you had no idea where there seemed to be an air of terror around the room.

Lunch had finally arrived just as you were getting your stuff, “Y/n, let’s go to next lunch.” This time it was Midoriya who had spoken, he had fought Shinso and knew everything about him. Seeing you be so friendly to someone who had a quirk like him, it made the green haired boy anxious.

“I’m having lunch with Shinso actually” You took your bag, standing up and allowing Shinso to have a full view of your frame, the loose tie around the white shirt, the thigh highs encasing your legs and making your thighs suffocate between the fabric.

He saw the way the class was looking at the scene and he became angry, maybe even upset. Did they really fear him this much, think he’d become some sort of villain and he’d taint you.

You started walking before waiting, “come on then.” It felt like being beckoned but he followed nevertheless, meeting your gaze and walking past the class with you.

“She’s too nice for her own good.” Mina spoke walking out with Momo.

Momo nodded watching how you stood close to the boy, “he might hurt her, we need to keep an eye on them.”

“What if he’s already in her mind?” Mina spoke callously, it was unknown for the two of them to act like this. But they had seen the festival, and they has seen the look on Midoriya’s eyes when he was being brainwashed. You were too nice, everybody knew that, but you had always been infatuated with his quirk from the first time you saw him use it. You hadn’t fought against him during the sports festival but had made it to the same stage he had.

He wouldn’t have paid attention to you, wouldn’t have looked and watched your fight, you weren’t anybody important. “I bet you’re happy you got moved into our class.” Both of you were rounding a corner and you had been telling him about the classmates, but all he could think about was the hate and disgust he had seen in their eyes.

“Yeah, too bad you’ll probably be my only friend.” He shrugs pulling at this tie to loosen due to feeling constricted.

“So we are friends?” He heard the sign of your chuckle and took a heavy breathe, it was soft and warm, filled with a tender kindness he had never experienced before.

He didn’t meet your gaze, “shut up.” He could almost feel your smile on him, turning to meet your gaze, he was going to be friends with you. He knew that, but was still fearful you’d leave him, leave and be afraid of his quirk.

“I shouldn’t have made you have lunch with me, you probably have your own friends from general studies.” You scratched the back of your head looking forward towards the main hall, you both walked towards the food a hunger taking over you.

He captures your eyes beginning to speak, “not really, I used them a lot in the festival and I guess they got pissed.”

He followed you to the empty seat, sitting opposite you as you picked at your food, “well what did you expect, dumbass.” He gave a low chuckle watching how your hair bounced in place and how you licked your lips after taking a bite of the rice.

“I remember seeing your fight, it was good, too bad you lost.” He taunted back; you rolled your eyes gently kicking his leg from underneath the table. Another flush had erupted from his face feeling your leg graze his own.

“It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t touch her to use my quirk, she kept hitting me.” You whined, he smiled at the action, it was cute, but he was never going to admit that.

Instead raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms whilst leaning back he watched you, “okay then, what is this quirk of yours, I better be impressed.”

“Give me your hand.” He gave a wary look, “I’m not going to break your hand.”

He scoffed, putting his hand out, the rest of the class had arrived a couple minutes prior and had seen the two of you. “I don’t understand why you lot are scared of brainwashing kid, you’re all just pussy’s.” Bakugo stormed walking to another table with Kirishima, Sero and Denki.

All four had to admit his quirk was good, even Bakugo who would say it was shitty. They didn’t really care, and Denki could see him as the popular kid who’d he want to be friends with. The four hadn’t gone up to him due to seeing the glares that you had gotten and the glare of Mina’s that felt ice cold.

Most of them believed fear had caught up but how could they live in fear of the boy when he was in their class permanently. What could they do but see him try to integrate more into the class, Kirishima had even felt happy that you had invited him even after Mina and Momo’s look of horror.

Mina had gone to sit with the girls who seemed a lot more hatred to the boy, you understood Izuku’s anxiousness, but he’d get over it when he got more comfortable. You knew the class would be fine, after these months with them all, they’d be fine hopefully. The girls had watched him put his hand out and your fingers grazing his palms, they had no reason but fear that filled them, one of their close friends getting close with a boy with a quirk like his. It was a recipe for disaster.

“What is she doing?” Jirio asked, she didn’t have the same hatred as Momo, and Mina did. But that was only due to you being closer with the latter.

“Showing her quirk.” Hagakure spoke being able to see a lot more than the others by being the closest to the two of you.

Mina’s eyes widened, “why would she do that?”

The lack of response made it seem more like there was more fear from her than anybody else. Of course she would feel like this, she had seen you grow and been there for you and she didn’t want some stupid brainwashing boy to make you a villain. She hadn’t realised her thoughts, how inconsiderate she had been, he wasn’t a villain but why did she believe it so much. Having seen him control Midoriya it was frightening and now here you were sitting in front of him without acknowledging the fear.

“Basically if I touch any matter really, I can control it, so I touched your hand now…” You had stopped speaking letting your mind go blank as you thought for him to wave at you, “see.”

His eyes widened it was like his, it was something similar not exactly the same. But he felt his chest go heavy, he had fallen for you, from the way you spoke to having seen your fight and see you defeated. He had to admit he thought you were an arrogant weakling but now after you had so effortlessly become friends with him, he felt something a lot more for you.

“Shinso.” The sound of your voice saying his name, drove him wild and he couldn’t move, frozen at how you had spoke so smoothly, how his name on your lips was so effortless and seductive. He might sometimes be coy, but he was blunt but at this moment he couldn’t speak out of fear of losing something potential.

“Sorry.” It was a mutter and you shrugged it off taking him to where training would be.

Having changed into your hero costume you saw Shinso with the detachable mask around his mouth. He walked closer to you, but saw how your friends had come over quickly, he didn’t take a step forward standing still. Until Denki had seen him, “hey, I’m Kaminari.”

“Shinso.” The violet haired boy spoke.

Denki began gleefully talking to no end, “…I think your quirk is cool and you look one of those popular boys in Shojo manga.”

“You read Shojo manga.” Shinso spoke visibly confused but intrigued at the boy.

Denki began to save himself by acting cooler than usual, “what you don’t?”

“Nope.” It was another blunt statement; he had easily been able to not been blunt with you, but he was getting anxious at the motives of Denki’s.

“Come to my room tonight, I’ll show you so many.” Denki had easily said, Shinso nodded, he felt relieved that this mornings antics had all be swept away, even seeing Kirishima and Sero coming along dragging Bakugo beside him. They began to converse and Shinso felt relieved but occasionally looked at you, he found your hero costume beautiful, he understood for the lack of clothes due to it being easy to touch stuff with your any part of your body.

He zoned out looking at how your legs were exposed, the white leotard that encased your body and the long white cape that fell from around your neck, it looked moveable and he could see the material to be controllable for you to grab stuff. You looked like an ethereal angel and he if this really was a Shojo manga his nose would be bleeding right about now.

“We’re doing doubles, get into pairs and then join up with another pair.” Shinso noticed how he probably wouldn’t end up with you or one of the boys as they’d partner up together, but Denki had stayed close to him already an acknowledgement that the two were pairs and Sero had gone to pair up with Sato.

You had seen Denki go up to the boy and you knew your assumptions were right, being partnered with Mina would be hard at how she gave fearful remarks of not getting too close to the boy. You were against Momo and Ururaka, it was an ease using and controlling whatever Momo made but you weren’t fully in the fighting spirt. Your gaze on the fight between Kirishima and Bakugo against Shinso and Denki.

“Y/n, pay attention.” Mina chastised, you nodded continuing to stop Ururaka’s aim, it was easy to get close to them and with ease and Mina’s acid you were able to touch them and control them to stop.

It went on like this for a while, you were glad that with timing you didn’t have to go against Midoriya and Todoroki or Bakugo and Kirishima. They’re power was a lot and you really didn’t want to break any bones today, but fate still ended up hating you and the last fight was against Shinso and Denki.

You could almost feel the smirk through the mask, the capturing weapon surrounding his pretty little neck. “Ready to lose Y/n.” You didn’t speak, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

Denki had come full force at the two of you, you quickly with ease touched him as he swung for Mina who slyly escaped using her acid. You brought the boy up, whispering in his ears a few fatal words, before he stormed at Shinso with his quirk. “Using my teammate against me, so callous of you.”

You still hadn’t spoken, Mina hated how he toyed with you but still remained further away that you did.

“Shinso.” Denki shouted but that was Shinso’s cue to use his own quirk, it went on back and forth using Denki before he overexerted himself and stayed on the ground. Knowing you’d have to make this quick, you ran up to the boy ready to touch him.

But you felt the cool alloy wrap around your bones, Aizawa had seen the progress Shinso had made using them and he was impressed. He was still rough and needed a lot more practice, but he was able to hold onto you with confidence. You tried to get out, but he had made your cape wrap around your skin making his scarf able to not be controlled by you, you were all wrapped up for him in a pretty little present.

“Say the magic words.” He mocked out.

You huffed taking a sign before speaking, “let me out…please.”

He let you go and had begun controlling you, bringing you this time closer to his body. “You did good.” He stopped brainwashing you and you came out of your daze.

“Being under you brainwashing is creepily good, it’s like an out of body experience.” You spoke highly praising the boy before hearing Aizawa dismiss you all.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs walking with you to the changing rooms.

You wanted to ask about his new friendships as it seemed to have been him become a lot more comfortable than you had expected, “you made friends with Denki and them lot.”

“Yeah, they seem okay, even that Bakugo he makes some good points, he’s still arrogant though.” You laughed cocking your head back at the remark.

“That describes him to the T.” You partnered ways getting changed and meeting each other outside to walk to the dorms

He spoke about Denki inviting him to read some Shojo manga, and you couldn’t wait to hear that story. He was even your neighbour which you were happy about, knowing that there was only a thin wall between the two of you.

The days continued on as usual, you spending more and more time with Shinso, the class becoming more comfortable with him, even Midoriya was friendly saying Hi’s in the mornings which Shinso would reply with. It seemed like everybody was growing on him, everybody except Mina and Momo, there was a sense of air that you were still infatuated with him.

They remember your exact words from the sports festival, “his quirk looks kind of scary, I’d rather die then fight him.” You had said it jokingly, but they took it literally and couldn’t understand why you were as scared as they were. They saw the look of evil in his eyes, but the class had moved past, and they seemed to be the only ones left. They were your friends, of course they were but the way they had been acting had made you distance yourself just for them to cool off.

Another fast long week had approached, and it was finally time for the movie night that was occurring, Shinso had walked down with you, the purple hoodie encased his frame with the grey joggers. He had been in awe when you came out of your room in shorts and a zip up hoodie seeing the peak of a tank top underneath. You really did look perfect in anything; it was the moment he knew that he had begun falling for you deeper.

“Denki showed me this Shojo manga, he said you’d read it.” You began to think of the manga’s you had read which happened to be a long list. “Kiss him, not me.”

“Oh yeah, it’s sappy, I love it though, we should watch the anime.” You hadn’t realised what you said but it was obviously an invitation into one another’s rooms to watch a romance anime.

Shinso tried to surpress his cheeks from flushing but continued on speaking, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Of course.” You laughed meeting the class who had set up in front of the TV, you grabbed the hoodie sleeve of Shinso’s pushing him onto the end of the sofa as you sat beside him. “Now if I fall asleep, I won’t be embarrassed.”

The thought of you falling asleep on him, made his heart beat. He felt butterflies at how you were already partially leaning against him, he watched Mina and Momo glare from the other side, ignoring it though. The movie had started something Bakugo had chosen after winning rock paper scissors, it was disturbing to say the least and you knew you’d end up falling asleep through the second part of it.

Iida had paused the film for breaks being the efficient man he was, Shinso stayed put as you went to get a glass of water. Mina following, “Y/n, why have you been so distant with me?” She was worried for the friendship, had Shinso made you like this?

“Oh, have I, I didn’t realise.” You speak taking a long sip of the water.

“Yeah, you have, did Shinso do this to you? Are you like under his control?” It was unexpected and you choked on your water in shock.

You were trying to keep a lid on your anger, but you had given up, “Mina stop being a fucking bitch to the boy, he hasn’t done anything to me, everybody has warmed up to him except you and Momo and it’s driving me crazy to have to step on egg shells around you. He isn’t a villain okay.”

Her mouth was wide and at your shouting the class had gathered, even Shinso who had heard the last part. Denki put a reassuring arm on his friends shoulder before waiting for Mina’s reply, who hadn’t realised the presence of others.

“He’s probably controlling everybody Y/n, you told me and Momo you would never want to fight him, why would you say that and befriend him?” You thought back to those words you had said months ago.

“I can say I wouldn’t want to fight him because I’m glad he’s on our side.” You muttered, “he’s not controlling all of, stop acting like this.”

Mina tried to move closer to you, but you put your arm out to stop her, “can’t you see we’re all scared of him; he’s going to end up a villain.”

Shinso broke at those words, he coughed making Mina realise what she had said, the faces of 19 angry faces glaring at her. Shinso began to speak and Mina was scared shitless, “I’m going to head up early.”

“Shin…” He moved past everybody walking away, he wasn’t in the mood for confrontation and now all he could think about was you, why weren’t you scared of him, why were you so kind to him?

You barged past the girl, “don’t fucking talk to me until you apologise to him.” You ran to follow the boy who had already taken the elevator, you thought over the scene and he needed someone.

Walking towards his door, you knocked waiting for him to open it, he looked sad, upset even. You didn’t know what to say seeing his glum face, “she shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s the truth though, isn’t it, I’ll always be seen as a villain.” You went to reach for him, but he took a step backwards, “that’s the thing, I don’t understand though.”

“What, Shinso?” You questioned closing the door and leaning against it.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Your eyes widened.

“Why would I ever be scared of you?”

He came close to your smaller frame, his arms crossed above your head leaning down to meet your eyes. “My quirk its not very hero type now is it.”

“Shinso, I never cared about your quirk, yeah its cool but I saw you, for you not your quirk.” You rested your hands on his chest, hoping to bring comfort.

One of his hands, moved to your cheek, caressing it softly and slowly. “I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“No, it’s fine, I want you to know that I like you for you.” You hadn’t meant for a confession of your crush to come out, but you stopped caring, you liked him, you really did, and you didn’t care if Mina and Momo didn’t. They would have to acknowledge it one way or another.

His other hand moved your hair away from your face, “you’re lucky then.” He moved his face closer to yours, you could smell the caramel popcorn fresh from his breathe.

“Why?” You tilted your head waiting for the gap to close.

Just as his lips skimmed yours, he spoke softly, “that I like you for you t…” He never finished his sentence, instead kissing you softly, your soft lips engulphed within his own. Your hands in his hair as he brought his hands to grip your waist. He felt every inch of you in that one kiss, hearing a soft moan which allowed his tongue to take the lead and make you own submit. It felt intoxicating and heavy, with teeth on teeth and his grip tightening against your waist. He wanted to feel you on him, he didn’t care what the two girls thought of him anymore because he had you and that was all he ever needed.

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uwu-shinsou · 4 years

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Night Owl

WARNING: SLIGHT SPOILER FOR PAST THE END OF SEASON 4!!

Summary: Shinsou has recently joined class 2-A. He’s always seemed to be a little tired, but is it your imagination or are those bags under his eyes getting darker?

Warning(s): Small use of language, that’s all!

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, honestly just fluff uwu

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first bnha fic!! I’ve written quite a bit of fanfiction but this is my first time doing it on tumblr :3 Also yes, this fic is technically set in the class’s second year, and with my headcanon of Shinsou being placed into class 1-A (or I guess 2-A now) because I won’t accept it any other way. I’m also considering taking requests if anyone is interested in that (:

You puff out your cheeks, brows furrowed deep with thought. Aizawa’s droning lecture faded into the background as your focus deepened. Chin resting in your hand, you tilted your head as your eyes burned (metaphorical) holes into the back of Shinsou’s head. While you had known of him for a while because of the sports festival, you’d only begun to actually know Shinsou much more recently. Watching him during his secret-but-obvious test for the hero course was fascinating, and it was clear to your entire class that he had the potential to become a great hero. As soon as Aizawa announced that he had passed his test, your class had been persistent in persuading your teacher to add him into your class. Something must have worked, or maybe it was just by chance, but it was announced that 1-A would be receiving a new classmate the following school year.

Unsurprisingly, Shinsou fit into your class well. He seemed a bit reluctant to try to connect at first, maybe nervous to be put into such a new atmosphere, along with the pressure of now being a part of the hero course. But really, all it took was one night of you, Kaminari, and Kirishima forcing him to play a Mario Kart tournament and he settled right in. Since then, you found yourself getting along with Shinsou pretty well. It felt like the two of you shared a sort of natural connection, and you were sure he had to feel it too.

But there was a problem. A personal problem, for you really, because Shinsou was hot. And it was fine before he joined the class, really. You were simply content to occasionally see him around school, daydream from afar of running your fingers through his luscious hair while he had no idea who you were.

It was MUCH harder to innocently have those thoughts with the two of you being friends, and when he now sat in the seat directly in front of you. It was actually harder and easier; easier to get side tracked and zone out staring at him, and a lot harder when you’d miss important parts of class or, even worse, he’d almost catch you staring.

You couldn’t help but stare at him now, though. You’d seen him almost nod off in class at least three times today, and while Aizawa’s lectures could feel long winded, Shinsou didn’t seem the type to knock out in the middle of class. Something is definitely off about him today.

“Y/L/N.” You shot up straight in your chair at the sound of your name, panicked eyes meeting those of your teacher. “I hope you’re paying attention to class today, or do you find the back of Shinsou’s head to be more interesting?” Your cheeks flared with heat as the bell rang, saving you from having to give some kind of answer. Aizawa’s eyes glittered with something that you couldn’t quite read, but had you tensing up even more regardless. “There will be a quiz on all of this next week, so come prepared. You’re dismissed.”

Several of your classmates groaned about the quiz the second Aizawa left the room, and you were pretty sure Kaminari was crying. But it all faded into the background as you shoved everything on your desk into your bag, prepared to make a desperate not-quite-running fast walk out of the room when Shinsou turned his chair around and planted his hands on your desk. Ah shit, I was too slow.

“Soooo y/n,” he drawled, leaning down to rest his head on his folded arms. He blinked up at you through lidded eyes, a small lazy grin resting on his face. Oh god it should be illegal to look that good. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You willed your cheeks to not become even redder and slung your bag over your shoulder. You flashed him a wide grin, “Class can get so boring when it’s not hero stuff. And I mean, can you blame me for wondering how you get your hair to look so soft?” Shinsou’s eyebrows quirked up and his grin spread further.

He sat up in his chair with a mischievous look on his face. “What can I say? Having hair this gorgeous is a burden I must bear.”

“You poor soul, braver than Japan’s pro-heroes,” You reply, one hand on your heart and the other wiping away a fake tear. He gave a small laugh and you found yourself lost in his lovely purple eyes, eyes that took your breath away and made your heart do a flip inside your chest. But your grin slipped away as you really looked at him. Is it just me, or do the bags under his eyes seem darker than normal?

“But really Shinsou, I kinda noticed that you almost fell asleep like three times in just the last hour and, well, I was wondering if you’re doing okay?” Your hands gripped your skirt as you looked down at your feet, toeing at the leg of your desk. “I mean, I don’t want to be too intrusive or anything, but I just wanted to let you know that if- if you need anything…” You trailed off, looking back up at him.

His smile faltered and his eyes slid away from yours. He brought a hand up to run through his hair. “Ahh yeah, it really isn’t a big deal. I’m just a little tired.” He then stood up and grabbed his bag, backing away from your desk. “Anyway I should probably study for that quiz, I’ll see you around, y/n.” You blinked and Shinsou was already out of the room.

You stood there for a second, feeling lost at his sudden rush to leave. I know that I was hoping to make a quick escape before too, but I don’t understand? Why did he just leave?

You were shaken out of your stupor when a pair of hands wrapped themselves around your arm and started to tug you towards the door.

“Hellooo?? Earth to y/n? Anyone there?” Mina called as she led you out of the classroom, waving a hand in front of your face. “Or are you too busy thinking about a certain purple haired boy named Sh-”

“Mina!!” You hiss, cutting your friend off as she cackled to herself. “I will literally destroy you if you try to finish that sentence,” you say, shooting her your best pouty glare. She withdrew her hands from your arm, holding them up in front of her in surrender.

“Okay, okay! Will not mention mister hot-and-broody outside of our rooms, got it,” Mina said, giving you a mock salute. You playfully slap your hands at her as she easily dances out of your reach, laughing gleefully at your feeble attempts. “Come on though, y/n/n, what was up with you today? You must have been really zoned out for Aizawa to have called you out like that during class.” The two of you passed through the doorway to outside, heading towards the dorms.

You huff out a sigh, clasping your hands together. “I know that I probably watch him a lot more than you do, but haven’t you noticed that Shinsou has been kinda out of it this week? Like he was super into class and hung out with everyone, but now he just looks, I dunno know, exhausted? Eternally tired? I’m worried about him,” You confessed.

Mina hummed in thought, staring down the path that led towards your building. “Did you try just asking him if he was alright?”

“Yeah, I did today. He said he was fine but he was definitely lying,” you say, frustrated. “His eyes were one hundred percent more dead than they usually are. And I don’t want to seem insensitive or force it out of him, I just wish he would let me help with whatever the hell is bugging him, cause I care about him, you know?”

You look over at Mina with big, sad puppy dog eyes. “Oh y/n/n,” she coos, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and smooshing you into her as tightly as possible. “I know you’ll find a way to help him. You’re the purest, most kind soul in our entire class. Plus your looove for Mr. Purple is stronger than any- EEEEK!” Mina shrieked as you tickled her sides.

“I WARNED YOU!! ” You shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you sprinted into your class’s dorm building, Mina yelling and giving chase just a few steps behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You rolled over in bed, huffing out a sigh as you looked at the clock.

2:38A.M.

“Uhhhhggg,” you groan out. You’d been trying to fall asleep since eleven, but apparently your mind was set against resting. You slapped your hand over to your bedside table, grabbing your water cup, trying to take a sip but getting nothing.

“Empty? You gotta be fucking kidding me right now,” you mutter out loud to yourself. With an annoyed sigh, you roll out of bed and make your way down to the kitchen.

You step out into the common room and stop short of the kitchen, hearing a faint sound from the living room. Did someone leave the T.V. on? Tip-toeing, you head towards the living room to turn off the television, but freeze behind the couch when you notice that it’s occupied with a lump of a person under a blanket. Who the hell is asleep on the couch??

And then the lump moved.

Okay not asleep. Oh god what if they think I’m being creepy and watching them?? Gotta go gotta go gotta-

“Hey who’s there?” The muffled voice makes you stop in your tracks, and you watch the mystery person sit up and turn around.

You blink. “Shinsou. What are you doing down here still?” You ask, his face bathed in shadows from being backlit by the T.V.

“Oh, y/n/n it’s you,” he says, flopping backwards onto the couch. You make your way around the side, setting your water cup on the coffee table before collapsing down next to him. You run your gaze over his face, taking in the heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes, his messy unkempt hair.

“Have you slept at all tonight?” You ask, trying to casually probe to see how he’s doing. “Or is it a binge-shows-until-the-sun-rises kind of night?”

He huffs an amused sigh, fixing his eyes on you from his corner of the couch. “Well I didn’t really mean to be awake still, but here I am.” You flash him a sympathetic smile. “Hey, listen,” he says, becoming a little more serious. “I know that you were worried about me in class today, and it really isn’t a big deal, but the truth is, I just sort of have a tough time getting comfortable in new places.”

“Oh,” you say quietly, putting the pieces together. “So you probably haven’t been sleeping well lately since you moved into our building.”

“Yeah not really,” he admits. “And there’s something else- but it’s stupid, really.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you assure him, scooching closer.

“No, no it is, I shouldn’t have even brought it up,” he says, shaking his head. You do a big scooch along the couch, getting even closer and start to poke him all along his side. His mouth splits into a toothy grin as he starts to try and shove your hands away.

“Shinsoouuu,” You coo, your pokes becoming incessant as he laughs and grabs for your hands to stop you. His hands find your wrists, flipping you over and pinning you on your back. You freeze, blushing furiously and blinking up at him in surprise. You become hyper aware of the way he was straddling your body, his knees on either side of your hips. His hands held down your wrists as he leaned over you, some of his hair hanging down to tickle your face, his nose a few inches away from yours. “Well that was uh, kinda fun,” you breathe.

He was completely still for a moment, seeming as surprised as you were. Then he was releasing your wrists, moving back off of you and onto the couch. “Sorry, I got caught up in the moment,” he says, running his hand through his hair and averting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. Is… is he blushing??

“It’s okay, you really don’t need to apologize,” you say, giving him a shy smile. “I didn’t mind at all.”

Shinsou looks up at that, and seems to come to a decision. “So, the stupid thing that I mentioned? I had to leave my cat at home when I first moved into the dorms, and I sleep worse without having her to cuddle every night,” he says. “I even got this like, weighted blanket thinking that it’d help? And it kind of does but not always. It doesn’t have the same feeling, you know?”

Your heart went out to him in sympathy, understanding. It must be hard having to say goodbye to his cat. “Shinsou I-”

“And I’m sort of a night owl anyways, but without Muffin I just can’t seem to sleep well.” He concludes. “So yeah, that’s it. Silly, right?”

You reach out and firmly take his hands in your own. “No, it’s not silly. It’s normal to feel sad having to leave your pet, I’m sure you really love Muffin” you say, looking down at your joined hands. “Sometimes it can take awhile to adjust. I know I was anxious during the first few weeks moving on campus, and it’s probably extra hard having to move again.” You look back up at him. “I just wish there was some way I could help.”

You start to pull away, but his grip on your hands tightens. “Maybe there is a way? For you to help?” he says hesitantly. Shinsou looks up at you through his lashes, eyes lidded, hair messy, cheeks flushed- and whatever it is he was about to ask you to do, you were already sold. If he keeps looking at me like that I might stop breathing.

“You could stay down here with me so I can fall asleep, just for tonight?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Of course I will.”

Shinsou worked his way back to where he’d laid his pillow on the couch, scooping his blanket up from the floor. He fluffed the pillow and moved to the inside of the couch, against the back cushions.

He looked back at you with a tired smile, and patted the space beside him. “Ready to sleep, kitten?”

You inhaled sharply and your heart skipped a beat, every part of your body melting at the nickname. You crawled across the cushions, settling on your side facing Shinsou. He sprawled out beside you, pulling the blanket up over your bodies. He turned onto his side, his eyes meeting yours.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover,” he whispered, making you smile. He shifted a little bit, and asked, “Hey y/n, can- can I hold you?”

“Yeah, sure,” you whisper back, face warming. He moves closer, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You take a deep breath and close your eyes in bliss, enjoying the feeling of being held close by Shinsou. “You know,” you murmur to him. “I think I almost passed out at the new nickname.”

You feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest. “Are you saying I should call you that from now on, kitten?” You feel a big grin spread onto your face as you let the nickname sink into you.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to function right if you call me that all the time,” you mumble, nuzzling into his chest. Shinsou reaches up and runs a hand through your hair.

“Special occasions only, then,” he whispers, letting his hand fall down to your waist again and fully settling in. You feel Shinsou’s breathing evening out, the tension in his body leaving as the both of you edge towards sleep. Before drifting off, you hear Shinsou murmur, “Thank you, y/n. I’m glad I have you.”

“Always, Shinsou.”

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swanface · 3 years

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-kicks down your door- tornface all of them because I know you will for him

✨ initial thoughts / opinions

i've said it before, but when i was initially starting to get a glimpse of tornface, i thought he was forgotten elegy's big bad. all the art i'd seen of him seemed to imply that he was a villain, and he had a pretty notorious reputation even upon joining the group that made me think he was perhaps a bit problematic.

and like...yeah, i guess he is technically problematic, but as soon as i actually got to roleplay with him, i was immediately surprised. he was far from what i expected, not even a little bit the brutal bad guy i'd imagined him to be. i was really quickly fond of him, and that fondness has not faded!

🍁 favorite rp / moment

i have two to spare, one more self centered and another that just makes me go heart eyes at him. the first favorite roleplay is the one where he spoke to roseface (rosepaw then) after the reveal that she'd been spying on mountainclan. the two of them finally getting to reunite as friends made me beyond happy, and i feel like it was a super important moment for them both. he asked her during that roleplay whether she thought scoutstar was capable of changing, of being a good leader for timberclan, and i imagine roseface's support of her helped lead to her promotion. there are also just so many brilliant quotes from him within it, like when he talks to her about how killing changes you...or how it should. part of what he says there actually ties into my next favorite roleplay of his, because he discusses how he chose to spare coalstar at little pond.

that's my other favorite tornface moment because of how much growth it displayed. coalstar's death could have easily been justified in that moment, and given his history with her, he had very little reason to show mercy. given what happened at that battle, it might have been "better" for her to die. still, tornface choosing to let her live was incredibly important in the grand scheme of it all. he chose to stop more blood from being shed during a battle that ended in the loss of so much life. he chose to let coalstar walk away, and that altered both the course of the roleplay as a whole as well as his own personal track of development.

❄️ favorite quote

i can't go prowling through timberclan channels or else i'd probably pull something from the story he told roseface in their first interaction, so, beyond that...i am still so fixated on another quote he had with regard to her, back when he first learned she had gone to mountainclan.

"I wish I could make good on my offer to train you, but,” his muzzle turned up, revealing another fresh scar beneath his chin, gaze wistful as he watched the passing of the clouds, “I can’t teach you how to hurt my clanmates.”

there are so many good tornface quotes, ones more complex than that one, but i still remember it because of how simple and tragic it was in the moment. it also really just displays his character so wonderfully, how he is capable of caring about cats from mountainclan, but how he has to keep them at a distance. his clan is the most important thing to him, before anything else.

🌸 favorite relationship dynamics

huh, i wonder if my obsession with tornface and roseface's friendship shows in just how much i've mentioned them already.

okay, but really, beyond those two (who i obviously love), i think one of my favorite dynamics tornface has is with scoutstar. watching tornface go from basically ready to maim scoutstar for what she did to flurrypaw to the way he is now, ready and willing to trust her (at least as much as he can, given how many cats he's had walk out on him lately) is really special. they're not exactly perfectly suited towards being friends, but they both share a lot of similarities in how they're perceived (as "monsters" or villains, most often) and how deeply they care for those around them.

☘️ relationship dynamics with the most potential

any relationship at all! tornface is such a fascinating character, and regardless of whether or not he gets along with someone, i think every cat should meet him. he has a fascinating perspective to offer on clan life to any loners, and i also adore the unique dynamics he has with mountainclan cats. i miiight be a bit biased though.

more specifically, i'd love to see hosea and tornface talk. hosea is really doubting clan life currently, understandably so, and hearing from a cat with as much experience in it as tornface might help to make him feel slightly more at ease. i think tornface would be fond of hosea, too, as a fellow cat who would sacrifice just about anything for his family. they both seem to be the sort to shoulder the burden so that no one else has to feel it, and i'd looove to see them link up some day soon.

🌲 who I ship them with

i do hope for tornface to find love someday, but as it stands right now...no one, really? his failed romance with wolftalon is interesting and probably by favorite dynamic of the bunch, but i truly do think tornface deserves to move on from it. every other cat within his age range doesn't feel like they'd quite mesh, at least not as things stand. i imagine hemlock would drive him crazy, and rooster would likely do the same, especially given he's now taking lessons and advice from beetleheart. one day we'll find the perfect boyfriend for him, though. one day.

🍄 cross-clan ships

i was ready to say his only option would be rooster, but typing about hosea above made me realize that he's actually a viable candidate...and probably the only one tornface would tolerate. i doubt he'd ever be willing to commit to a cross-clan relationship fully, though, simply because it would likely end in disaster for the mountainclan half of the relationship. i don't think tornface would willingly ask someone to endure that; he'd just invite them to come to timberclan with him.

☀️ ideal friendships

tornface and hosea, as i've said. rufus plays them both, but tornface and lynx would be comical. i also think that a friendship between him and wildfire would be sweet...as for the new timberclan loners, from what i've seen thus far of them, i think he is developing a bond with stinger, which is also something i am 100% in support of.

🌈 something I want to happen in their character arc

i want him to live a very long life. do you hear me, rufus? i want him to be over 100 moons. i want him to be safe and unharmed.

on a similar but less joking note, i do think that retirement would be a good conclusion to his arc. a sweet one, though he might not be afforded it. he deserves to rest after serving his clan for moons and moons, especially after all the energy he has invested into supporting timberclan...and mountainclan, honestly! his bond with cats like redpath and roseface matters, even if he's not well renowned otherwise.

anyway. retirement. imagine tornface, old and graying, telling all the best elder stories. the kits flock to him and decorate his den and nest with all sorts of trinkets. he's the oldest cat in timberclan, the last to remember tales that have faded into obscurity, and his clan finally gets to take care of him in the same way he has taken care of them.

🌼 alternate name

sort of in line with the next question as i'm imagining names as per the mountainclan naming guide...i think bear- would be a suitable suffix for him, or something like ram- as a callback to the whole "animal with horns / antlers" motif. elk-, even, could work. alternatively, name him tiger-! give him the vibe of the broad shouldered brown tabby villain i was so certain he was.

bearclaw, ramclaw, elkclaw, are all good, at least as far as non-name change options go. i also think he would make for a good -throat cat by mountainclan standards, or a good -path. bearpath sounds nice. elkthroat...so many options!

if we're going for the same name change idea, though, another alternative to tornface could be tatteredface...or tatteredeye? cloudedeye as well. sooo many name thoughts, so little time.

☁️ alternate clan au

mountainclan tornface is certainly wild to think about. if he'd been in mountainclan throughout the events of the roleplay, i think they would have played out considerably differently. i imagine he would have stood up against the idea of taking moonpaw and archpaw when it occurred, and perhaps he could have played the part of an antagonist within the clan for coalstar specifically. imagine having to argue with one of your senior warriors nearly constantly. it would have damaged her reputation further, i imagine.

if he had been in mountainclan, too, i think he would have likely been one of the cats to assist in iceshadow adapting to life there. maybe he'd have better feelings on behalf of lichenfang, and could have helped him similarly to how he helped glassflower with moonpaw.

🍃 alternate rank au

not an official rank, per say, but as i mentioned in the naming concept for him had he been a mountainclan cat...storyteller tornface would be so fitting. he's already one, technically, just by timberclan standards instead. he'd fit into the role perfectly...i still think about the warm bison story.

🌺 warrior ceremony virtues

compassion for those in need, selflessness / readiness to sacrifice his own well being for his clanmates...bravery, however basic that is. generosity, too, though i suppose that fall in line with compassion. i think something to honor the hardships he's been through would be good, too, like resilience.

⚡️ who would give them lives

he just said he would never let tornstar see the light of day, but...tackling this question less on the front of utilizing already dead cats, more on the concept of just going for cats who'd want to give him a life in general as i am sorely uneducated regarding deceased timberclan cats. roseface, first of all, because i am selfish and she loves him. she'd give him a life of friendship and understanding. another mountainclan cat i'd consider would be redpath. maybe a life for the love a parent has for their kits? scoutstar, i imagine, especially if she had to die in order for him to step up...wolftalon, however tense or complex that would be. bisonheart, definitely. houndfang and mooseheart, for sure, at least if they were able to, and moonpaw (though the thought of her giving him a life is heartbreaking) would also be good candidates. for a final one, i just think inkpool would be funny. she'd be reluctant, i imagine, but would also probably recognize that he does care for timberclan despite their differences.

#tornface #forgotten elegy #ask #anonymous #i'm insane and i love him.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Haikyuu? Part one

Ongoing fic

Pairing: no one set yet, in this fic it’s kind of Tanaka but it could change. Reader is female.

Summary: you travel to the Haikyuu universe, who better to help you figure out how than the boys of the Karasuno Volley Ball Club.

Warning: language (f word once and a couple others)

A/n: so I think if you went into the show universe you’d automatically speak and understand the language so much so you wouldn’t understand it was any different than your normal first language. Anyway this is probably Terrible but I like the idea since I’ve never read something like it before.

“Why am I in a gym? Why does it look so.. cartoon? How did I get here?” You stand in the middle of a gym next to a volleyball net, looking slowly around at your surroundings before looking down at yourself, “oh no” you say as you take in your skin and clothing, all in the same cartoon style of the gymnasium. “What is HAPPENING?” You yell and it echoes off the walls back to you. “My phone!” you say and fish it from your back pocket, pulling it out you’re relived to see it looks exactly like it should, except it says no service in the top left corner. “Damn”

“Is someone already in here?” Your head pops up to the sound of the boys voice at the door “Daichi?” You say, extremely confused, the boy looks a little shocked “do I know you?” He says as he walks in to the gym farther. “Holy fuck” you say with a laugh before passing out, falling backwards to the hard wood floor.

“Give her some room, I think she’s waking up” your eyes open and you look at all of the boys around you “ohhh noooo this can’t be happening. I don’t belong here. How is this possible?” You stand up quickly and go to run before your knees give out and you’re caught in the arms of one the boys you’ve been crushing on in the anime you watch every night.

“Hold on there” he says “try to take a few deep breaths and calm down” you’re on your knees, looking into his eyes, clutching onto his arm for dear life. Your head feels like it’s swimming. “I don’t belong here, Tanaka” you say and he raises his eyebrows at his name. “What do you mean?” He asks, forcing himself to be soft and not loud. “Maybe start with your name” Daichi said and you took a deep breath before saying “y/n. Y/n l/n.” Tanaka stands and helps you up from your knees, keeping his arm around your waist in case you fall again “where are you from y/n?” Tanaka says and you laugh “(your home town)” you say and the eyes of the boys around you widen a little “why are you here?” Tsukishima says and you glare at him “have I not said multiple times already Tsuki, I don’t belong here. Are you deaf? Geez” everyone except Tsukishima holds in chuckles and you blush a little embarrassed at your outburst. “Look, guys, I’m gonna go on a limb here and tell you guys the truth. I know how it’s going to sound and I wouldn’t believe me either if I were any of you and I already know that some of you” you glare at Tsuki for a second before continuing “probably won’t believe me anyway, but I don’t belong here. not here as in Karasuno, here as in this universe” you hear Tsuki scoff and you roll your eyes before looking at him “be quiet until I finish” you say before softening your expression and sort of pleading with him to believe you as you add “please” he clears his throat, furrows his brows, and nods.

“Look I know how this sounds but I have proof that what I say is true. This universe, is an anime and manga in mine. I’ve seen three of the four seasons about you and I know countless spoilers when they time skip. Plus!” You pull out your phone “I have this still. The only thing that looks like it should from my universe. My iPhone” you hold it up and unlock it, pulling up a picture of you with your family that, surprisingly, looked like you normal. Then you went through your social media’s, showing them your posts and your name, anything they wanted to see to help prove while your phone still has battery. Of course you didn’t show them your tumblr though, that would stay a secret.

After asking all their questions about you and you answering them honestly they started asking about how much you know about them. “What are all of our names?” Ennoshita says quietly and you smile “well your name is Chikara Ennoshita , then Kei Tsukishima, Sawamura Daichi, Yuu Nishinoya,” you meet the eyes of the next boy and smile warmly “Ryunosuke Tanaka” he blushes as your name leaves his lips and he smiles before looking away as you continue naming off the rest of the boys of the team around you. “Then there is Takeda, Kiyoko, Coach Ukai. I can’t remember a lot of other names from boys in other schools, Kyotani, Oikawa, Aone, Ushijima, Iwazumi, Akaashi, and the rest. I’m not really good at remembering names unless I like them” Kageyama scowls because that means you like Oikawa “and I like you guys the most.” You decide to just start saying other things you can think of “I know Tsukishima and his older brother iss— ” you meet his eye and decide to not finish the sentence, as he gets the picture anyway, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. You decide to move on. “And I know Tanaka really wants a girlfriend who would bring him luck charms before games” you smile wide when you notice his deep blush as he remembers the time he talked about that in the locker room. “Hinata” the orange boy perks up at his name “the tiny giant is his inspiration” you smile and then look at angry king of the court “I know Tobio over here loooves his milk” you say and chuckle at his expression “sorry I guess that’s too informal. I think I’m just used to talking about you guys with other fans. It’s really easy to feel connected to you all but I guess it’s different now that I’m actually meeting you. Sorry. I don’t mean to be weird” you blush a deep shade of red, thinking about the group chat you have dedicated just to them.

“She’s so cute when she blushes” Noya whispers quite loudly to Tanaka who just shushes him. You make eye contact with him and wink, smiling as he giggles and blushes before Daichi elbows him and he shuts up.

You speak up again “I don’t know what else I can say here. I don’t know what I can do or how to go home. I told you the truth because the worst case scenario is I’m on my own here and that would happen if you don’t believe me or I lied. Plus I despise liars so it doesn’t make sense that I would lie.” You look around at the boys and when you meet the eyes of Tsukishima he nods, signifying he believes you as Daichi speaks up “we all believe you and would be happy to help you, we will do some research and see what we can do” you felt tears welling up in your eyes “really?” You say and your voice cracks “really” he says and smiles, you look around at the rest of team and they all smile and nod. “Thank you guys so much I was so worried” he comes and puts a hand on your shoulder “don’t worry. We’ll figure this out” he has the same look in his eye that he gets during a really tricky match. You nod and smile at him and then realize “but don’t let me ruin your practice. I know you guys! so don’t worry about me. I’ll go sit outside and wait while you practice” you turn to walk out and Tanaka grabs your hand, stopping you, you turn back to see them all smiling and beginning to plop on the ground, pulling out phones and laptops from their bags “no way we’re going to practice. This is more important. We have to get you home.” He says and your belly fills with butterflies. ‘shit’ you think to yourself ‘can’t feel like this if I’m trying to go home’

It’s been hours since you appeared in this world, you and the whole team, managers and coaches as well, sitting around and discussing the possibilities. You told them what you remember before this happened, leading to Hinata asking if you were really just asleep, to which Kageyama slapped him and after they argued you tried a few ways that you thought would make you wake up if you really were sleeping, which you weren’t. Then they questioned you more about your life and you told them everything you could think of.

You hug your knees to your chest and lay your forehead on them, your hair cascading down the sides of your arms hiding your face as the hot, frustrated, tears begin to fall. “Hey hey hey” Tanaka says and takes his hand, raking your hair softly to one side, his fingertips scratching a trail, before he places his palm flat on your back, rubbing small circles, “we will figure this out. And if we don’t figure it out tonight you can stay with one of us. Daichi has sisters, There’s Kiyoko as well, or my sister is gone to college so her room is free. Each one of us could probably have you over. If we don’t figure it out today we won’t leave you alone, we will keep trying. And if we never figure it out then you have a new home with us” you look into his eyes, shocked with how he’s just accepted you and how kind he is. “He’s right, y/n” Daichi says and you look over at him, smiling gently, it’s then that you realize that everyone is quiet now, smiling and looking at you, “don’t worry. Seriously. We all have your back” Suga says with a smile. You feel your tears start flowing again but you don’t look away. “Thank you” you say quietly, feeling more confident in yourself just by knowing you won’t have to be alone.

“Guys it is getting late. Maybe we could continue this again tomorrow because we do have class in the morning” Tsukishima says and you get worried again. Where were you going to stay? “Kiyoko? Aren’t you going to be gone for a week?” Daichi asks and the girl nods “that’s what I thought. And my cousins are staying with us for a few weeks, Tanaka would you mind letting her stay in Saeko’s room tonight? Would your parents mind?” You feel yourself blush as you look over at the boy, he nods with blushing cheeks “yeah that’s fine no problem” and Noya chuckles. You swallow hard and Tanaka turns to you, giving you a thumbs up and a smile, making your stomach fill with butterflies again. ‘Oh this is just great’ you think ‘spending the night in the same house as one of my anime crushes. Guess I don’t have a choice’

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leafs-lover · 4 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 7

Series Masterlist

A/N: Italics indicate flashback. I don’t think Ernst would be like this, especially since Freddie is over 30 but I kind of needed it to help with the story. Also I’m not sure i’m great at writing from the other characters POV so sorry.

Summary: This chapter is Denmark from Fred’s POV, the conversations he had before and during the trip.

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Word Count: 2,730

You and (Y/N) have left for Denmark; it’s a slightly weird feeling. You haven’t brought a girl around your family in a while, and this isn’t even a girl you’re dating. It’s the girl you knocked up. The girl who you accidentally knocked up after one night. The girl you are trying to navigate parenthood with, by not having conversations on parenthood or how that will look because neither of you wants to bring it up or start the conversation.

When you first found out about the pregnancy you wanted to separate yourself from her as much as possible without separating yourself from the baby. You didn’t think you’d talk or see her much throughout the pregnancy outside of doctors’ appointments. You would somehow work out a custody arrangement and have casual conversation during the exchanges. As you son grew up you’d see her at events, various hockey games, school functions but keep it friendly. Have a nice relationship with the woman you have a baby with, but keep your interactions surrounding your son.

Then you heard the heartbeat. That was the moment this became real for you. It wasn’t the lawyer telling you about the baby; it wasn’t Auston reading the paternity results. It was seeing the screen and hearing the heartbeat.

Now you lay in a first class pod with this beautiful woman, the mother of your baby, your arms wrapped around her. For all intent and purposes this was a “friend with benefit” situation, I mean you did just fuck her on the airplane; except the real benefit being she was over 20 months pregnant with your baby.

Did you have feelings for this woman? You said no, but Auston and Mitch didn’t believe you:

“You invited her to Denmark?” Mitch questions.

“Yeah my mom wanted to meet the woman I was having a baby with” you reply.

“You didn’t think to maybe invite (Y/N) over and facetime your mom? Feel like that could have worked” Auston retorts.

“I mean I guess I could have, but that’s kind of impersonal. Her kid is going to be half Danish be good for her to learn a little bit about it.”

“Right. I think you just wanted a babymoon with your baby mamma because you looove her” Mitch teases.

“I don’t love her, and what the fuck is a babymoon?”

“Couples take them before the baby is born, like one last trip together before the little monster changes everything and you can’t get away. Like one last time to have sex with her. Even I know that” Auston responds.

“Well this isn’t that.”

“You going to meet her parents before the baby comes then?” Mitch questions.

“I mean she hasn’t asked, but if she does I will for sure. Look I know this is hard but we are trying to figure this out. We’re going to be single parents; our families will help out from time to time. It’s good that she knows the people her baby is going to be around.”

“Are we meeting her, I mean your baby will be around us?” Auston questions.

“I’m not leaving my baby with either one of you” you laugh.

“One that is rude. Two just admit it man you have feelings for her. Seeing this woman who I’m assuming is a knockout” Mitch starts as you cut him off “yeah she is.”

“Well seeing this gorgeous woman grow a baby, your baby has you imagining her as a mother, and what a future could be. A future with her.”

Before you can respond Auston chimes in “I’m sure all the no-strings sex you’ve been having with her hasn’t helped your feelings either.”

“Her pregnancy hormones made her horny. What would it say about me if I didn’t offer my…services?” a smirk crossing your face.

“You’re ridiculous; just admit you have feelings for her”

The thought of becoming a dad in 20 weeks scares the shit out of you, but you knew if it was with anyone else it would be a messy situation. But with (Y/N) you knew it would work, somehow it would work.

So you tighten your arm around her sleeping body, pinning her to your chest. Keeping her safe. Keeping your son safe.

The first full day you stroll around a market and buy a few outfits for the baby. It’s a day filled with laughter as she pulls you from shop to shop, putting hats on your head trying to get you to buy some ridiculous items.

As it gets later in the day you pull her into a small cafe along the canal for dinner. As you are finishing up and getting ready to pay the sun begins to set behind (Y/N), her beauty radiating. You look across and can’t stop smiling; you can’t believe this woman is having your baby. You hope he takes her heart, because even though she is gorgeous on the outside, her inner beauty shines more than ever.

A few days later you leave and head to Herning, you show her some of the areas you would hang out as a kid, where you went to school, played hockey. When you’re walking, you sometimes find your hand intertwined with hers, or your hand on the small of her back. The following day you are introducing her to your family. That night you take her to dinner at a small intimate restaurant, when you return to the room she wanders to the balcony. You join her wrapping a blanket around her shoulders to keep her warm, even though its summer in Denmark the night temperature hovers around 22°C and you know she gets cold easily.

She stares out at the night sky but you can’t break your eyes away from her, “so beautiful” she says. “Yeah” you respond, not talking about the surrounding view. You pull her into you and she looks up at you, you look into her eyes and down to her lips before finally forcing yourself to step back inside and head to the shower leaving her alone on the balcony. You stay in there a little too long, letting the water hit you as a million thoughts run through your head:

What was that? Staring into her eyes I wanted more, I wanted to kiss her and have her wraps her arms around me. I wanted to wake up with my arms wrapped around her like we have done this entire trip, but I want to do it every morning. Up until 20 minutes ago I hadn’t felt this way, or I didn’t believe I felt this way. That’s all there has been between you guys; the physical connection. You thought if anyone caught feelings it would be her, her pregnancy hormones likely influencing her to want more. I’ve done this before the casual no strings attached, except this had a big string, and every day he got a little bit bigger.

For some reason you wanted to lean down and kiss her, but kiss her passionately and with meaning. You had this urge to pull her closer and carry her to bed and kiss every inch of her. When you finally turn off the shower and make it to the bedroom she is asleep. You crawl in on your side of the bed, after a bit you manage to fall asleep.

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The next night you have dinner with your family which you think you are more nervous than (Y/N). Your siblings you aren’t worried about, it’s your parents. Your mom is genuinely interested in getting to know the person you are having a baby with; you hope it helps her accept the situation. She hasn’t said anything to you but you know she has struggled with how her first grandchild is being brought into the world. She had a lot of questions for you, about the situation and (Y/N). Who she was, what she was like, a million questions, so maybe this will put her at ease. You’re father however had been quiet about this situation since you told him, that makes you uneasy.

After dinner begins the questioning, everything seems to be going fine until your mom asks what will happen if you don’t stay in Toronto. You were hoping for an extension but talks weren’t going the best, and you were beginning to think it won’t be happening.

A pit fills your stomach thinking of all the possibilities. You have no idea how everything will play out next year, or the years after that. But hearing (Y/N) say you’ll figure it out makes you believe it is possible. Somehow the two of you will manage this crazy impossible situation.

When you lay in bed with her later that night as she sobs about her family, your heart breaks for her. You can’t imagine the pain she has been through, and hope your son never experiences anything close to that. But you also hope you can make her pain better, that if she ever experiences anything ever again you can comfort her and make it so it doesn’t hurt as bad. You stroke her hair, as you hold her tight never wanting to let her go.

“So how are you handling things?” your mom asks the following day. You finally have some time alone with her.

“I’m okay mom, it’s not easy though”

“Yeah babies typically aren’t easy. And that’s when the parents are together and working as a team 24/7. You worried about what will happen once he is born?”

“Yeah I am mom; I don’t think I’m staying in Toronto. I haven’t told her yet but it doesn’t look good for me staying. I have no idea what to do if I leave.”

“Why don’t you ask her to come?”

“Mom I can’t ask a random girl to…”

“She isn’t random Frederik, she is having your baby, but besides that I see how you look at her. If she was just a random girl you wouldn’t have brought her here. You don’t look at her like she is a random, or like a girl you knocked up after one night.”

“Jesus mom”

“What? She wasn’t a one night thing?”

“I mean yeah, but I didn’t want her to be” she stares at you confused waiting for you to continue. “We didn’t exchange numbers that night before leaving the bar and when we got back to her place we were kind of…busy.” You chuckle as she rolls her eyes giving you a light smack on the arm “Frederik!” she exclaims.

“Anyways, when I woke up in the morning she was still asleep, I didn’t want to wake her she looked so peaceful. I walked into the living room looking for a pen when I saw the time. I realized I would be late for practice so I had to leave. But I thought about her a bit over the next few weeks, hoped I would run into her at the grocery store or coffee shop or something but I never did. Then her lawyer found me…”

“Well now you have the opportunity to see what could have happened if you had of gotten her number. Maybe something amazing can come from this pregnancy besides my first grandson.”

“Mom even if I wanted it, I don’t think she does. We are trying to keep this as uncomplicated as possible, for two people having a baby that aren’t in a relationship.”

“There is no way this isn’t complicated. Just think about it Frederik. If it works it out you could uncomplicate things.”

“Yeah and if it doesn’t –“At that moment you hear (Y/N) screaming you name as she comes running to you. Fear washes over you at the rushed tone but it doesn’t match her facial expression. She looks happy.

Quickly she grabs your hand placing it on her stomach. “Is that? Did he just?” you can’t even finish your sentences.

“Yeah he’s kicking!” You take your other hand and placing it on her stomach. “He’s kicking” you exclaim, softly looking into her eyes. She stands on her tippy toes and you feel her soft lips connect with yours; you lean in to deepen the kiss. You can feel everyone glaring at you including your mother, but you don’t care.

That night your family that decided to stay into the night are having a fire. You sit down as (Y/N) moves to sit in a seat beside you, but you pull her into your lap “in case he kicks again you say into her ear as you tuck her into your side. It’s not a lie you don’t want to miss that. But you also don’t want her not beside you; you don’t want to not be able to touch her. For the next two hours you sit her tucked into your arm, breathing in her perfume imagining how life could be if it was like this every night.

The elevator ride to your floor is the longest 20 seconds of your life. You finally have her alone and you spin her around pinning her against the wall as you kiss her. I could do this forever you think as you lead her back to the bed “so beautiful” you mumble sliding your hand gently into her shorts as your other removes her bra.

You continue making gentle work of her, nipping her neck as you slide her shorts and underwear off. A soft moan escapes her lips as you slide down her body placing soft kisses in your wake. You finally make it to where you know she wants you and slide your mouth onto her with a few gentle licks. You are on a mission here, so you pull back and gently thrust in to her. Her legs wrap around you as you keep a slow and intimate pace, gazing into her eyes. You feel her hip thrust up to get closer and you know what is coming, you don’t stop your pace as you feel her clench around you. You keep going; fucking her through her high pulling her to sit in your lap, needing her closer. You move in tandem rocking gently with her as you finally reach your high pushing deep into her. Afterward you finally collapse into the bed, you pull her in tight to you kissing her head and stroking her hair.

You lay there wondering what just happened. Is there something here between us? Is my mom right? No this has to be because we are just on vacation together.

The next day (Y/N) leaves and you are stuck with a million thoughts running through your head, but you have to push them out of your head. You have a few more days left and you are having lunch with your parents today.

You were supposed to go to a restaurant, but your mom messaged you asking if you were okay with changing to have lunch at their house instead. Instantly setting off red flags in your head.

You arrive at their house letting yourself in your father is sitting at the table as your mom is working in the kitchen, your siblings aren’t around.

“Hey dad, mom” you say kissing her cheek.

“Hey baby” your mom says as she keeps preparing the salad. “Lunch is ready now.”

You all grab your lunch and sit at the table. You and your mom make small talk as your dad eats with his head down. You are waiting for it to happen, you know he has something to say and it won’t be good.

“This is really good ma” you say.

“Thanks dear. So (Y/N) seems nice.”

“Yeah she is a sweetheart. It’s far from ideal this situation, but I think somehow it will work out.”

Your dad scoffs “work out, how will this work out? You knocked up a girl Frederik and you walk around as if everything is okay.”

“I know what I did dad, not my finest moment, but what am I supposed to do about it? I had two options do nothing and my son have no father, or step up and be a father for this child. I might have made a bad choice, but I’m trying to do right by it.”

“Yes Frederik that is good that you are the responsible thing. But you should also be protecting yourself and this baby.”

You stiffen in your seat, your mom unable to make eye contact during this exchange with your father. “How would you like I do that?”

“Get a lawyer involved now. Start drawing up papers for child support/custody. Make sure she doesn’t take advantage of you. I mean how much do you know about her? How do you know she isn’t using you for money?”

“I might not know every detail of her life, but I do know that she is an amazing person. She would do anything for anyone. She isn’t using me dad!” You exclaim standing up and heading down the hall toward the door, ignoring your moms cries for you to stay and talk.

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#Freddie Andersen #Freddie Andersen Smut #Freddie Andersen Fic #Frederik Andersen #Frederik Andersen Smut #Frederik Andersen Fic #NHL Fic #NHL Smut #freddie andersen x reader #frederik andersen x reader #fred andersen #fred andersen smut #fred andersen x reader #Fred Andersen Fic #fredzilla #because two people got drunk #my writing

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toxicfucksaround · 4 years

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Big ass art dumb, scroll through at own risk

Hello guys! It has been absouletly forever since the last time I posted anything here, I’m sorry. I kinda forgot I had a tumblr for awhile. But I’m back, with a whole new, much, much better artstyle compared to before.

So, in honor of this, I decided to start posting again, starting with an unbearably long art dump going from oldest to newest art on this computer so, scroll at you’re own risk.

Here is my first attempt at Pixel art in awhile, my girl Zoey when she was younger and being bullied or something.

Next is art of Marina and Mark, her awful ex, brought to you by the song Show and Tell by Melanie Martinez.

Next is my flower bab Mono, a skeleton who became the unwilling host of a parasitic like flower, which loooves sunflower seeds for some reason. The flower doesn’t hurt Mono, rather it protects him, as without a host, the flower will die.

Now meet Adelaide and Juniper, Mono’s moms. One is a stay at home mom that grows fruits and vegetables in their large backyard, and the other one is a flower scientist who studies all sorts of strange and gorgeous flowers, as well as experiments with them.

Meet Green Pearl, half of a permi-fusion based off a really pretty gem I saw, the Watermelon Tourmaline.

Meet Star Ruby, the other half of my Permi-fusion.

Next up is the fusion itself, Watermelon Tourmaline.

After that comes an OC I made named Matthew. He was made after I listened to Honey I’m Home too much and decided to make a character who’s a sweet christian trans boy who’s dad beats him because said dad is an asshole and an alcoholic.

Next two is a Hazbin Hotel OC before and after she died, who in life was a cannibalistic serial killer and in death became even worse. She’s not actually a vampire, I just remember reading somewhere that butterflies drink the blood of dead things and I thought it was cool.

Next up is Marina dressed in three outfits heavily inspired by the GHOST songs in this order; Apetite of a People Pleaser, Honey I’m Home, and Happy Days.

Next is a Blue Spinel OC I made, simply because the idea of entertainment gems is too fantastic to not make twenty versions of, come on. Besides, Spinel’s are great. This is my Blue Spinel, who’s gem is on her back like lapis. Her entertainment is mostly singing as well as a few smooth jokes.

After Blue Spinel is Liliac Spinel, one I plan to redesign in the future,I wanted to give her a more clowny apperance, and she acts a lot like the Spinel we got to know in the movie before Pink abandoned her, except that she can actually read social clues and knows when to calm down and give people a bit of space,

Next is my Blue Moonstone, and don’t worry I just recently redesigned her so, she looks better.

Next is criminal Marina and criminal Zoey, who I won’t get into right now but maybe I will later.

Next is Moth Zoey and Snake Marina, part of a mate au that I won’t get into right now but I will at a later time.

Next is my little Sally Face OC Tabitha, known affectionatly by her dad as Tabi Cat. Tabitha is... definetly one of my weirder OCs, as she’s obsessed with demons and ghosts, and actually isn’t scared of seeing demons or ghosts around the apartments. However, she is unbelievably angry at all the poor, innocent deaths that take place thanks to the cult, expressing her outrage often. She exists in two different timelines, one where she dies to the cult, and the other where she lives and through it and backs up Sal in court, effectively keeping him out of jail.

Next is a fursona I made. I’m not a furry, I just thought it would be fun to draw, although there is nothing wrong with furries anyways but whatever, here’s Mouse! Inky.

Here is the Moonstone redesign I promised. Now, when it comes to Moonstones in Steven Universe, we really don’t know anything about them. But I like to think that they are rather high up gems, by more of a theory then anything. See, you know the Moon Goddess statue that was supposed to save the Lunar Sea Spire? I like to think that the “Moon Goddess’s” are really just Moonstones, who are rather rare to come by but extremely valuable gems. Bismuth revealed that Spires are made for important gems to think in, and I believe that this particular spire was made for moonstones or other oceanic gems. As a ‘goddess’ like gem, she is calm, quiet, and wise, but very compassionate for others. My Blue Moonstone fled from homeworld during the rebellion, after hearing of a better place for gem kind, as well as their plan to protect the humans that occupied earth. Her Black and Gold Pearl, who belongs to my friend Luna, joined her. By the time they finally escaped to earth, the gem corruption had already taken place, and they were safe from it.

Next up is the Fell/Edgy version of Zoey, who is honestly one of my favorite versions of Zoey I’ve ever made.

This is Kelly, Marina’s youngest sibling and honestly the most mature out of the four. She’s 18, and rather sweet, does most of the cleaning and cooking at home because her siblings are all lazy shits, and she has a very good sense of judgement when it comes to people. However, she is very frail and spends a lot of time indoors to stay safe. She’s Asexual and straight, but supports her siblings even when they make her wanna gouge her own eyes out.

This is Aurora, the second youngest. She’s twenty one and currently working as at retail, having quit her stripper job the year before. She’s really into fashion, and wants to design her own line one day, for now she’s just making clothes for her siblings.

And Jonah, honestly I have mixed feelings about him. He’s a huge piece of shit, and I kinda hate him but I also love that he’s a dick, I don’t know why. He’s Marina’s twin brother, and the oldest of the four, and is just, very overprotective and mean to everyone.

This is Baby Doll, a Hazbin OC of mine that’s one of my favorites, personally. In the 1950s she was trapped and manipulated as the perfect housewife, bending over backwards to do everything her husband ever wanted. But about 5 months after she gave birth to his baby, he killed it while he was drunk, making it seem like it was an accident. Baby Doll was heartbroken, and blamed herself for the death, and was pushed over the edge when she returned from grocery shopping to find her husband cheating on her with a younger woman. She snapped, killing her husband and his mistress, before realizing what she did and killing herself.

Time to meet Coco, and boy he he one of my favorite Hazbin OCs. In life he was addicted to cocaine, and when offered a nice supply of it for sleeping with a drug dealer, who was he to refuse? So he totally slept with her, and the two made it a regular thing, getting closer to each other and falling in love. The got engaged, and that’s when things went to shit. The Drug dealer got into a drug war, and during said attacks, Coco was killed horribly. His fiance, distraught, gave up her life of crime and worked towards becoming a better persona, and later died, going to heaven since she had repented and become better. Coco himself had went to jail, and never got to see his fiance again.

#Crappy OCs #Crappy Art #Sorry this is so long

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livingthroughchoices-blog · 6 years

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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 9: Race to the Finish)

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Author’s notes: Hey guys! I know I said I probably wouldn’t be able to update but guess what? I love procrastinating school so this happened! It’s been a really stressful week so it felt great to write. However, idk if you’ll like this chapter that much ‘cause there’s not as much interaction between our favorite idiots in love /: which is also why it’s shorter. But I did my best to make it (somewhat?) interesting. As always, thanks to everyone for reading, liking, reblogging and commenting! And special thanks to @starstruckzonkoperatorbat, @notoriouscs and @simplyaiden-blog for asking me to tag them! Love y’all <3

Rating: T

Pairing: Drake x MC

Words: 3861

Now this was a day Drake had looked forward to! He strolled along the marina, wearing a thin white cotton t-shirt, enjoying the gentle breeze tickling his face and the briny tang in the air.

Boating was one of the few things that made him feel like himself and, even better, he didn’t have Liam to compare himself to because he hated sailing so much. The corner of his lips quirked up as he remembered his and Liam’s first and only attempt at sailing as teens.

It had been Drake’s idea, of course, eager as ever to get away from the palace and stuck up noble’s taunts. Liam had agreed readily enough, though, after a day full of boring meetings. The King and Queen must have known, even then, that Leo abdicating was a possibility and had insisted Liam receive the same education. They might have hoped Leo would yield his position, in fact; it didn’t take a genius to know the difference between the half-brothers’ temperaments made Liam far more suitable for the throne.

“Are you sure they won’t catch us?” At thirteen, Liam was already very tall, but the usual awkwardness that accompanies this stage seemed to have spared him.

“Positive. My dad told me he would be training the new recruits today, so no one will even come near the marina!” Drake was even taller than Liam, and skinnier. He, unfortunately, did move with the clumsiness that comes from not recognizing your own body. He wasn’t nearly self-conscious enough to be embarrassed, though. Actually, he was a lot freer or somehow... lighter back then. He didn’t have that much of a chip on his shoulder yet.

Liam got on the boat while Drake untied it from the pier and hopped on after.

“You ready?”

Liam nodded excitedly. Drake unfurled the sails and set them off. He occasionally gave Liam, who was less experienced, instructions, which he followed diligently. It felt good to be the captain, for once.

The wind suddenly died down and they took the opportunity to dangle their legs off the boat. Taking in the view, they dipped their toes in the frigid water, which was a relief in the humid heat. They were still relatively close to the shore, but if they looked in the opposite direction, they could pretend they were out at sea, just the two of them, no court, no responsibilites...

“Drake, do you think I could be a good king?”

Drake turned to look at his best friend who was gazing intently into the water.

“What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t know. I’m second in the line of succession, it could happen.”

“Do you want it to?”

“I’m not sure... I think I do. I want to help Cordonia somehow and if I am not king, then what can I do? That is all I’ve been taught.”

“Calm down, Simba, I’m sure you could find ways to help even if you’re never king.”

Liam shoved him at that, laughing. “Fine, but you haven’t answered the question.”

“Shit, I don’t know, man.”

Liam grimaced and Drake continued hurriedly. “I mean, I can’t know, ya know? But if you’re as good at being king as you are at being a person, then sure.”

“You think I’m a good person?” Liam smiled.

“Duh. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t... A good person for a noble, obviously.”

“And you’re not too bad for a commoner.”

The usual insult lost all its bite when accompanied by Liam’s kind smile, but Drake splashed him nonetheless.

“Hey!” Liam splashed him back.

This continued until they were both soaked and had swallowed more than their fair share of ocean water. They were so absorbed, they didn’t notice the sky growing ominously darker. Not, that is, until they felt drops falling from above.

“Uh oh,” said Drake.

They both immediately stood up, and Drake set about trying to turn the boat around. The storm was worsening by the second. Gusts of wind buffeted the boat and their small bodies, almost pushing them around. The sails snapped and flapped uncontrollably. Untied ropes flew around and the fixed ones were taut with tension. Drake tried hard not to panic.

Suddenly, he heard a loud knock. It happened so fast, he almost missed the boom hitting Liam and him falling to the water like a rag doll.

“Liam!”

Drake’s teeth were chattering, from fear or cold, he wasn’t sure, but he imagined it was a bit of both. Before he could talk himself out of it somehow, he jumped in after Liam, roughly around the spot he’d fallen. By the time he reemerged, Liam had, too. He instantly felt stupid for jumping in.

It’s not like he can’t swim.

They both got back on the boat with much effort. Drake hoisting himself up and then pulling Liam on board. They sat for a few seconds, panting.

“You-you saved my life,” said Liam between pants.

“Don’t be stupid,” answered Drake but a proud smile was spreading on his face, “it’s not like you can’t swim.”

“Still. You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Yeah, well, you’d do the same for me, right?”

“I would.”

Liam clapped Drake gratefully on the back. The storm showed no signs of slowing down, so Drake got to his feet decisively.

“Okay, Liam, we need to–”

At that moment, a powerful blast of wind caught the side of the boat and capsized it. Drake resurfaced and looked around for Liam, who’d fallen just a little farther. Drake gestured to him to swim closer. They attempted to right the boat, but the combined forces of two thirteen-year-olds were not enough.

Resigned to their fate, they swam the rest of the way back pushing the boat, hoping against hope they would make it back before they were missed. Sadly, when your best friend is a prince and second in the line of succession, the window of opportunity is pretty narrow, so they had a very angry group indeed waiting for them at the shore.

The subsequent scoldings and punishments were among the harshest either of them had ever suffered, but Drake couldn’t help but smile at the memory now. Oddly, the parts he remembered most vividly about that day weren’t the terror of the storm or the different, but no less awful terror of disappointing their parents. What he remembered most was feeling capable and brave, and like he was a good friend, for once.

He’d been wandering aimlessly up and down the pier during his stroll down memory lane. A low buzz had started growing louder and louder as more nobles arrived for today’s event. Drake sighed heavily, knowing that was all the alone time he’d be getting today. He looked towards the opposite end of the pier, where the suitors and Liam were being surrounded by the press. He caught a glimpse of Riley as she smiled brightly at the reporters, no doubt wowing them as she had done so far.

He hadn’t noticed he had stopped, but he found himself straining his ears trying to catch a snippet of what she was saying. All he could hear was the cadence of her voice, occasionally mixed with Liam’s, who was standing next to her. She then stood on her tiptoes and kissed Liam on the cheek. His eyes unfocused and he stood there, not seeing anything. After a few seconds, he became vaguely aware that something was bothering him.

“Drake absolutely loooves nobles! In fact, there’s nothing he likes better, except maybe mai tais. You hear that everyone?! Drake drinks mai tais, Drake drinks mai tais, DRAKE DRINKS–!”

He turned around furiously and slapped his hand on Maxwell’s mouth.

“Shut up. I do not drink mai tais.”

Maxwell licked his hand.

“Ugh! What are you? Twelve?” Drake said disgustedly, wiping his hand on Maxwell’s shirt as the latter laughed.

“Twelve and a half.” He looked at Drake confusedly. “Did you seriously not hear me? I was trying to get your attention for, like, a full minute.”

“I must’ve learned how to tune you out.”

Maxwell let out a great laugh. “HA HA! There’s that classic Drake humor, love it!”

“What do you want?”

“Want? Why would you–” Drake glared at him and Maxwell relented. “Fine, I need a favor.”

“What now Maxwell? I’ll remind you I already said no to being in your dance crew.”

“Oh I’ll get you someday, but it’s not about that! Well, it is a crew, but a different kind... The thing is our boat crew, uh, bailed on us.”

“What? Why?”

Maxwell mumbled something.

“What did you say? Speak up, dude!”

“Money troubles! We’re having money troubles, okay? Please don’t tell anyone, Bertrand would go ballistic.”

Drake shrugged. “Of course I won’t, man. You forget, I’m the only one here who has actually been through this.”

“You never know, nobles are just better at hiding it.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s easy to hide it when you already have expensive shit to show off.”

“Touché. Anyway, I remember you used to like boats so I was wondering if you could help out?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been on a boat for a while and–”

“Pleeease?” Maxwell whined. “It would mean so much to me and Riley! She doesn’t even know about this yet, but she’s gonna be so disappointed if we don’t get to race.”

“On second thought, it could be fun to sail again,” Drake agreed quickly, or, as he’d tell himself later, reluctantly.

He and Maxwell boarded the yacht, getting everything ready for Riley. She caught up with them not long after. She waved at Maxwell with a small smile and then grinned as she spotted Drake. He came forward to greet her and tripped on a rope. Riley sniggered and he glared at her.

“Drake? What are you doing here?” She turned towards Maxwell, “Maxwell, didn’t you leave with Bertrand? And shouldn’t there be other people? Like... an actual crew?” She looked around the boat, as if expecting the crew to be hiding.

“Yeah, Maxwell.” Drake pushed him forward. “What happened?”

“Well...” He rubbed the back of his neck, stalling. “I have good news and bad news.”

Riley crossed her arms, bracing herself. “Tell me the bad news first.”

Maxwell sighed in defeat. “The bad news is that the actual crew dropped out... Something about not paying upfront?” He grimaced. “But good news... you still have a crew. In fact, Drake volunteered to help out!” He clapped Drake’s back.

“He ‘volunteered’?” Riley raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Drake smirked. “Maxwell begged me.”

“I thought I was rather dignified,” he defended himself.

“Practically in tears, actually.” Drake’s smirk grew wider as Riley laughed, her eyes crinkling.

“And you both... know about sailing?”

“I used to own several boats, and Drake is an excellent boatman!” explained Maxwell enthusiastically.

“From what I hear, you’re terrible with boats!” Riley pointed an accusing finger at Drake. “I just heard a story about a capsized boat from Liam that says Drake isn’t.”

“He told you about that?”

Of course he told her. He was surprised he was as disappointed as he felt.

Liam told it all wrong, though! From what Addams said, he told it like it sucked! I mean, yeah, it was scary but it was a cool adventure... Of course Liam would mostly remember how worried everyone was ‘cause he’s considerate and not an asshole like I am.

Sure, it was a good story that he would’ve enjoyed telling Riley... or anyone, for that matter, but it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Okay, that was bad, but after that whole mess, I decided I’d spend a summer learning how to sail properly...” It had been a good one, too. He’d gone out with his dad every weekend, often joined by Savannah and even their mom, sometimes.

He looked at Riley seriously. “Trust me, you’re in good hands.” She smiled softly and he cleared his throat. “At least mine. Can’t speak for Maxwell.”

“Hey!” he said indignantly.

“Wait, what about Bertrand? Why isn’t he here?” asked Riley.

“His words were, and I quote,” Maxwell swelled his chest importantly in a convincing impression of his older bother, “‘Have we fallen so far? Is this what becomes of House Ramsford?’ And then he muttered something about ruin and reducing our name to rubble and then I hope he went to get a drink or something after that.” Maxwell shrugged helplessly.

Riley giggled. “Sounds about right. What about Tariq? He looks like a guy who could sail a boat.”

Is she serious?! Just when I thought she wasn’t that naive.

Drake burst out laughing, “HA HA ha ha haa.”

Riley scowled at him which only made him laugh harder. “It was only a thought.”

Drake clutched his middle, breathing deeply, and slowly stopped laughing. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry to say, Addams, you’re not going to be cruising around like the other ladies. You’re going to have to do some work to help us win. I hope you’re up to the job.”

Riley put her hands on her hips at this, challenging. “Drake, only if YOU can keep up.”

Drake raised an eyebrow. “You’re on, Addams.”

Drake bustled around the boat, tying the last ropes before untying the yacht from the pier.

“Casting off!”

He unfurled the sails and automatically turned his head to see if Riley had been looking. It might have been his ego, but he thought her smile seemed like she was impressed. His chest felt warm.

From their right, Hana waved at them and shouted, “Good luck to you both!”

Both? Oh, ugh.

Olivia’s boat was to their left. She replied with, “I don’t need luck. I know I’m going to win! I hope you both like losing!”

Great comeback. What an idiot.

He rolled his eyes at Riley, who shook her head sympathetically. She got a determined look on her face. “Maxwell, how do we win this thing?”

Maxwell cheered and Drake wondered at her, feeling almost as proud as if they’d already won the race. “Riley, you’ll be watching the wind indicator for us. Whenever it shifts, tell us, so we can adjust the sails.”

Riley nodded competently and Drake added, “We’ll tell you what else needs to be done as it comes.”

“Sounds doable...” She gave him a small smile that wanted to be confident. He returned it, hoping to reassure her.

Maxwell looked toward the pier, where King Constantine stood with the royal family and the press. “Looks like the race is about to start!”

“Racers, ready!” King Constantine boomed. He put his arm up, pistol in hand.

"Here we go...” Drake said. Riley grabbed his arm and shook it in anticipation. He chuckled. He was about to ruffle her hair when the sound of a gunshot tore through the charged atmosphere.

They barely heard King Constantine’s “And go!” as they all hurried to their posts. Olivia’s boat was off faster than he cared for, but he trusted his skills, if not his companions’.

Slow and steady wins the race.

He realized he was staring at Riley and shook his head, continuing his tasks.

Olivia yelled back at them, “I’ll be waiting at the finish line!”

“Hell no. No way carrot top is beating us.”

"NO WAY,” Riley echoed and fist-bumped him. He laughed a little.

What a dork.

“Hold it steady,” Drake reminded her.

“The wind changed!” Riley shouted.

“Adjusting sails!” Maxwell called back. He did so then went to Riley. “Hey, Riley, tie this down for us! We need to hold the sail in place!”

“Oh, um, okay,” she said half excited, half nervous.

Drake kept a discreet eye on her, not wanting her to think he didn’t trust her to do it right, but also wanting to stay in the race. He shouldn’t have worried, of course; Riley tied the rope with a sturdy sailor’s knot and stepped back to survey her work with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“Perfect.”

“It’s okay. Barely in the top five knots I’ve seen in my life,” Drake teased.

“What! I think it’s amazing! But I guess you could say it’s... knot bad,” she replied with a cheesy smile. “Get it?”

“God, Addams!” He shook his head at her, only just keeping his laughter in. “That was terrible! You’ve been spending too much time with Maxwell!”

“Well, you’re never around!” she said reproachfully.

He opened his mouth to reply, though he had no idea what to say to that.

Does she want to spend more time with me?

He was saved by Maxwell, who suddenly yelled from up front, “There’s the halfway point! We just have to turn around the buoy and head back to the finish line!”

Drake whipped his head to the front and realized, “We’re coming in too fast! Brace yourself!”

The boat turned sharply to the right, skimming the water. Drake saw Maxwell grab on to a rope and did the same. He turned to look at Riley anxiously, but she seemed to have an iron grip on the rigging, and he felt his breath return. The boat righted itself and they smoothly circumvented the buoy.

Riley let out a sigh of relief. Drake gave her a soft pat in the back and encouraged her, “Let’s keep going. We’re almost there.”

“Wind’s picking up in our favor!” Maxwell informed them.

“Back to stations!” Drake barked. “Addams, secure the jib.”

“And that means to...?” she bit her lip uncertainly and Drake softened his tone.

“Catch the wind coming from behind us!”

“Aye, aye, captain,” she saluted him and followed his instructions, allowing them to finally overtake Olivia’s boat.

“What?!” Drake heard her say. “Make the boat go faster!” she yelled at her crew, to no avail. Their boat had picked up an unstoppable momentum and it would’ve taken a miracle to overtake them. They crossed the finish line with a comfortable lead.

“We did it!” Riley cheered, jumping up and down.

“Wooohooo!!!” Maxwell ran around the yacht with his arms in the air.

“You really pulled through for us, Addams,” Drake said, giving her a one-armed friendly hug. She pushed him off to hug him from the front enthusiastically.

Well, what the hell.

He hugged her back and lifted her off the ground. He heard clapping and saw King Constantine and Liam waiting for them on the pier. He put Riley down so fast she almost fell down.

He cleared his throat again. “Um, nice work.”

“Yeah, you too. I mean, I couldn’t– we couldn’t have done it without you.”

He nodded at her and gestured for her to get off the boat first. She made a beeline towards Liam. After a short conversation, she left with Hana, while Liam made his way over to him.

“Where’s Maxwell?”

“I think he went to go talk to Bertrand or something.”

“That was some sailing, my friend.” Liam claps him on the back.

“Thanks. I’ve definitely improved since we were kids, huh? Addams thought I’d still be as bad.”

They start walking together towards the royal yacht to see the regatta.

“Ha, well of course you have! I hope you didn’t mind I told her that story, I was just explaining why I don’t care for boats.”

“Oh. That story is the reason you don’t like sailing?” Drake tried to keep the hurt from his voice.

Liam put his hand on his shoulder.

Damn it, he knows me too well.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Drake. It’s actually one of my fondest memories! We were having such a good time before the storm... And it serves as a reminder of why you are my best friend.”

“You need reminders, huh?”

“Constantly, when you’re being a pain in my... rear.”

“Oh, come on, man! Just say it once!”

“I won’t! You know how I have to watch what I say! Even more so now...” Liam grimaced and stopped abruptly, staring pensively at his feet.

“What do you mean now?”

“Are you joking?”

“I mean, unless I suddenly became Tariq and lost all sense of humor, no. What kind of joke would that be?”

They resumed walking.

“Did you not hear my father’s announcement?”

“Nope.”

Liam shook his head at him. “Well, the main point of it was that he is abdicating once the social season is over.”

“WHAT! But that’s so soon! So does that mean–?”

“Yes. I will be king that soon and I am no longer choosing a wife that’ll someday be queen. I am choosing our immediate queen.”

“Shit.” That was really all Drake could say.

King. That is a tall fucking order. You could not pay me enough to do it, man. Nothing in the world could make me want to be a noble. Not now, not ever. On the other hand, all these girls are gonna be throwing themselves at Liam even more now.

He cracked his knuckles, feeling the urge to punch something.

“I was hoping you’d have more to say...” prompted Liam. Drake realized he’d been quiet for way too long. They arrived at the yacht, which allowed Drake to stall a little longer. As soon as they were on, though, Liam was looking expectantly at him, not even glancing at the race, which was starting.

“I mean, what do you want me to say, man? You seem overwhelmed, but I know this is what you want. So just hold on to that, okay? You can finally help Cordonia, like you’ve always wanted.”

“Right, but what about the suitors?”

“What about them?”

“Now that it is not hypothetical anymore, I believe more than ever I have to put Cordonia’s interests before my heart’s wishes...”

“Well...” The words didn’t seem to want to leave Drake’s mouth, so it took him a second to wrest them out. “What if you could do both?”

“What are you saying?”

“Look, we all know you care about Riley, okay? And like I said the other day, she would make a decent– no, scratch that, a helluva queen. So there you go.”

A waiter passed bearing drinks and Drake blindly snatched two. He’d already drank half of the first in one gulp, when he became aware that the normal thing to do would be to give Liam the second one. He parted with it unwillingly.

“Thank you. And you’re right, as usual. I do not think it’s as simple as that, but there is hope. I just wish there was some way to show her how much she means to me, without giving too much away before the season’s over...”

Liam snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it! The beach party!”

“What about it?” asked Drake monotonously.

“We could ask the chefs to serve something American, to remind her of home and make her feel more at ease. The problem is... what?”

Drake instantly remembered one of Riley’s truths in Two Truths and a Lie being that sloppy joes were her favorite American dish. “Uh, I’m sure I could think of something... You know, being half American and all.”

“Of course! Thank you, Drake! Once again, you’ve helped me more than you know. Someday I’ll have to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Drake waved his thanks aside and strode cheerfully towards the exit.

#trr #the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc #prince liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #pb #fanfic #ch 9 #the marshmallow chronicles #can you tell idk shit about sailing? lol #long post

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notthetoothfairy · 6 years

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KLAINE ADVENT 2017: LoveSick (11/24)

Summary: Kurt has SCID and can’t leave his house. Ever. Luckily, Blaine moves in next door.

A/N: A fic?!?!?! Yes, my dears, after what feels like an eternity, I finally wrote a new thing. I was going to do just one prompt for @klaineadventbut - ha ha ha, and ho ho ho - never mind, I’m writing an entire story. And I’m late. Sorry about that!

The plot is loosely based on “Everything Everything”. Saw it on the plane, didn’t end up liking it all that much but I loooved the premise for Klaine, so here it is. :D It’s not all that realistic, sorry about that, but I tried to make it as accurate as possible!

Beta: @a-simple-rainbow (who’s surprised? not us - we’re basically fandom wives)

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Read on: AO3 (to be added later)

KEY

“Dad, stop fussing and leave for work.” Kurt sighs. “I’ll be fine, like all other 364 days of the year.”

“Kurt.” His dad’s face changes from worried to stern.

Kurt briefly indulges his dad and stares back. “Dad.”

“Take a moment for yourself today, okay?” Burt asks. “That’s all I ask.” He smiles at Kurt. “And now I’m going. I love you, bud.”

Kurt returns the smile. “Love you too, dad. And take a moment for yourself as well.”

“Always do. By the way, that shirt you designed looks great on you.”

Kurt fumbles with the dark green material. He’s really proud of it – especially the v-neck that none of his other, more medical-looking shirts have.

“Thanks, dad,” he says.

“You should make me one.”

“Way to spoil my Christmas surprise.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “Would you leave already?”

“Jeez, bossy. You’re so much like your grandma sometimes. I feel like I’m a kid again, being told off for stealing her cookies.”

“Dad, you’re going to be late.”

“Alright, alright.” Burt holds up his hands in apology. “I’m going.”

With that, his dad leaves the kitchen. Kurt follows him to the foyer, a series of rooms separated from the rest of the house – from Kurt, to be precise – by glass doors, where Burt leaves most of his outside belongings and puts on his streetwear over the decontaminated clothes.

He watches his dad get into the car and pull out of the driveway. As soon as there is no chance for him to see Kurt anymore, Kurt sprints up to his room and waves to Blaine.

“Go time!” he adds, smiling widely. Blaine sends a beam his way that makes Kurt’s spine tingle.

The night before, when Kurt was getting ready for bed, Blaine asked whether they could talk. For a moment, Kurt thought he was going to tell him some sort of bed news, but then Blaine spent about five minutes stumbling his way through asking Kurt whether he would like to ‘meet’ him sometime. He wasn’t even finished actually asking when Kurt said, “Tomorrow, 8.15 in the morning, by the living room.”

Never having been more excited that his dad works Saturdays, Kurt wills away his nerves as he goes down to the living room and heads straight toward the window that faces the backyard. Blaine shows up a minute later, clad in a dark blue coat, a scarf and a beanie hat that makes him look more hipster than he usually looks with his bowties and cardigans. His face is a bit flushed, like he ran downstairs and crossed both of their yards to get to Kurt. Maybe he did. The thought makes Kurt smile grow even more.

“Hi, Blaine,” he says when Blaine’s finally in front of him, only the glass and a few steps between them.

“Hi, Kurt.” Blaine looks Kurt up and down in wonder. “You’re… wow, you’re taller than me.”

Kurt suppresses a grin. “Sorry?” he tries.

Blaine laughs. “I like it.” Kurt can only make out the words through the glass if he’s very quiet but it helps having Blaine so near that he can read his lips as well. They’re getting better at that. Two months of window conversations are paying off.

“You do?” he asks happily. “And you… you look cozy.”

“It’s actually not as cold outside as I thought. I feel a bit hot,” Blaine admits.

Kurt’s not going to tell him to lose some layers, obviously, but he can’t help but remark, “Good thing you’re not actually stepping inside, then.”

“I want to, though,” Blaine says. “Sometime else.”

“It’s a date,” Kurt breathes out, nervously noting that he just called it a date. They never specified what… this… was. But Blaine was fumbling so badly on the phone, it just-

“Another one,” Blaine confirms with a smile. Kurt swears he feels his heart jump a little. “Even if it’s a bit weird to go on a date at 8.15 in the morning.”

“8.20,” Kurt corrects, just to have something to say, given that all his nerves are screaming, You’re on a date! “My dad just wouldn’t leave.”

“Does he have a sixth sense for sons who schedule secret get-aways to the living room?” Blaine asks, grinning brightly.

“No, he’s just-” Kurt wants to make an offhand comment, explain the day away like it’s nothing, but he can’t. It’s Blaine, for one, and it’s also his mother. “My mom died on this day nine years ago.”

Blaine’s eyes widen. “Oh, Kurt… I had no idea. I mean.” Blaine gulps. “Of course I didn’t. But- I’m sorry, Kurt. If you need to be alone…”

“No,” Kurt says firmly, fighting against the pressure behind his eyes. “I miss her, of course, and I usually cry my eyes out on this day, but I told you to come over so I wouldn’t be alone. At least for like two hours before Carole comes over.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry we’re on a schedule.”

“Don’t be silly,” Blaine says. “It’s nice to… well.” Kurt watches as he attempts a formal bow. “Nice to meet you. You know, officially. Kind of.”

Kurt laughs, eyes watering. “Likewise. My mom would have totally gone for your sense of humor, you know?”

“Awkward but weirdly adorable?” Blaine tilts his head and gives him puppy-dog eyes, driving the point home.

Kurt bites his lip, fails to hold in a grin, and says, “Something along those lines, yeah.”

“Is that her?” Blaine asks, pointing behind Kurt. Kurt follows the line of his finger to the urn on the fireplace.

He turns back around and nods. “Mom, meet Blaine. Blaine, meet mom.”

“Hi, Mrs. Hummel,” Blaine says at once. “This is weird.”

“It is,” Kurt agrees. “And she would like you to call her Elizabeth, I’m sure.”

“I’ll reconsider after our third date or so,” Blaine replies.

“Smooth.” Kurt laughs. “Planning the third date while still on the first. You’re very thorough. Do you have cue cards as well?”

“Uhm, no. For some weird reason I was convinced we could manage to hold a conversation,” Blaine says, pretending to frown. Kurt thinks back to their long talks at the window, on the phone or texting, how Blaine probably knows more about Kurt than Rachel at this point.

“You’re definitely right.”

“Well, I want to hear all about Rachel’s newest plans for your future Broadway Bubble Babies career.”

“Oh god, you won’t believe how detailed her thoughts on this are. We’re both taking online singing classes already but now she wants to enter this career prospects mentoring program and see if they can get us mentors over Skype. And she wants us to co-produce a YouTube version of The Last Five Years, since it’s a musical for two.”

“Uhm, I need to meet her already!” Blaine gushes. Kurt loves how much he loves Rachel from Kurt’s stories alone. “That sounds like the greatest idea ever!”

The two hours pass in a flash. Kurt basks in Blaine’s focused and passionate attention, listens to Blaine talk animatedly about the New Directions’ madness during competition season and they make plans for a Skype session with both of their best friends so that Blaine can meet Rachel and Wes, Blaine’s best friend at Dalton, can meet Kurt.

Blaine’s in the middle of telling Kurt about his family’s Christmas plans when Kurt hears the key to the front door turn in the lock, and then the unmistakable sliding sound of the front door opening.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he says with a sad smile. “But it’s Carole. It’ll take her about five minutes to actually get in and change and all that, but you should probably get going.”

Blaine’s sad face matches his.

“It’s not that I don’t want my family to know about you,” he tries to reassure Blaine. “But today, I kind of wanted to take this moment for myself.”

Blaine waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s easier this way. You don’t have to tell them at all if you don’t want.”

Kurt smiles knowingly at Blaine’s quick agreement. “You’re scared of my dad, aren’t you?”

“Terrified.”

Kurt’s cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. “You don’t have to be,” he promises. “Well, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” Blaine echoes. He pulls off his left glove and lets the hand come to rest on the window. “This was nice, I had fun.”

Kurt’s right hand shakes slightly as he lays it on the glass to mirror Blaine’s. If he pretends hard enough, it’ll feel like they’re touching.

“I had fun, too,” he whispers, locking eyes with Blaine. “You’re fun.”

Blaine’s face is so close to the window now Kurt feels like he could count all his eyelashes (an ambitious endeavor), name a new color after Blaine’s eyes (smouldering honey gold) and remember the shape of Blaine’s lips well enough to draw a picture of them later (to have something to kiss at least).

“Kurt…” Blaine blinks at him, visibly intrigued by Kurt’s intense stare.

Kurt breaks out of his little fantasy world with a big sigh.

“To be continued,” he says firmly.

“I know.” Blaine huffs out a laugh. “But I really don’t want to go right now.”

“I’ll text you as soon as I’m upstairs.” Kurt rolls his eyes when Blaine stays rooted to the spot. For the second time today, if a bit more reluctantly this time, he says, “Would you leave already?”

He watches as Blaine retreats to his house, fumbling with the key to his front door before pulling it wide open and slipping inside.

It feels like the perfect metaphor for what he’s doing with Kurt’s heart.

#klaine advent 2017 #klaine advent: key #klaine fic #klaine AU #my klaine fics

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nautiscarader · 7 years

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Wendip Week Day 6: Fake relationship

(My fanfiction masterpost) (Read on Ao3) (Read on FF)

I apologise for taking so much time writing it, I hope the last prompt will be finished tomorrow.

- Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to another episode of Coup de Couple! The TV show where pairs can test their *looove* and possibly get utterly humiliated in front of the live TV audience! And today's contestants are: John and Hannah from New York, New York! Oh, good old Sinatra, can't go wrong with him, can we? Second couple: Dipper and Wendy from Gravity Falls, Oregon! I do wonder what trail did you meet on? Ha, ha... And last, but not least Hermenegilde-Rosalia and Gottfried Gottfriedietovych from Classified, Information. Well, that just asks for *more* quest- No? ...alright then. Which one of these lovey-dovey couples is going to be victorious? You'll find out soon! - Dipper... how did we get into this mess? - Wendy whispered through her teeth, nervously waving her arm at the audience, while the excited hosts kept running back and forth on the stage doing his extravagant spiel. - You know, I'm not entirely sure this is real, Wendy. - Dipper replied, mimicking her monotone moves, trying with his might to remember what put them in this predicament.

- It's on, it's on, it's on! Bouncing up and down on the couch in the living room, the voice of Mabel Pines quickly alerted other inhabitants (permanent or not) of the Mystery Shack.

- Mabel, what's the hurry?

Dipper peeked from the kitchen, only to be pushed aside by his grunkle who seemed to be equally interested in the show Mabel was watching. From the opposite side of the shack came Soos, rushing through the front door, filling the vast majority of the couch.

- It's "Coup de Couple"! It's the newest show for romantic couples, Dip! Not that *you*'d be interested in it. - Mabel snorted, without even so much as looking away from the screen. - Oh, don't be too harsh, Mabel. Hey, Dipper, you gotta watch this. These dorks have to go through all these silly challenges and whatnot, and it's always the funniest part when they start arguing who's to blame when they lose. They all start with "Ooh, I love you, smoochykins", and end up like two cats after a fight. It's hilarious! - And I'm watching for the product placement to make up for the ads I don't see on my computer. - Soos added - It always makes me so feel so guilty. I'd feel awful if someone kept blocking me all the time... But then I hear the jingles on the TV and everything is fine! Neither of the three responses fully convinced Dipper that his time is worth watching the show, but the stares of Stan, Mabel and Soos slowly pulled him towards the only remaining space on the couch, its arm. Stan's description of the show matched it pretty well; the couples on the show were forced to test their feelings toward each other through a series of questions, challenges, obstacle runs and alike. And indeed, the funniest part of the show was the couples bickering or throwing insults at each other for their failures.

- How do they count who won? I don't see any points. - Pfh! Silly Dipper, you and your nerdy numbers. The only thing that counts is looove! - Mabel mocked her brother. - And look, that's how they do it. Only now Dipper saw three columns behind each couple's back filled with outrageously pink liquid. As the announcer declared winners and losers of yet another round, the levels of the fluid lowered or raised, according to their place.

- Oh no! Anna and Drake lost "a lot", but Vicky and Randall got "a tidbit"! That's so unfair. They should have won. - Mabel crossed her arms in displeasure, as the glass column of the middle pair got filled nearly up to the top. - Is it over? - Pretty much - Stan replied - And now the guy will tell that they won a yacht cruise, or weekend at some hotel, or something equally pricey. - That's soo romantic! - Be real, kiddo, it's TV, it's all made up. - Stan barked - You see these two, all kissing and stuff? Once the curtains fall, they all gonna start hating each other. They cancel the cruise, or hotel, or whatever, and the studio doesn't have to pay for it. - Oh come on, Grunkle Stan, it can't be THAT bad. To Dipper's surprise, Stan yanked the remote from Mabel's hands, switching to the infamous gossip channel, MTZ. The fast-pacing camera movements followed what looked like the same couple that a moment ago won, now storming out of the back entrance of a TV studio, arguing along the way.

- Wait, what? - Dipper moved closer to the screen - They can't be the same people! - What did you expect, Dipper? It sells, so their gonna broadcast it. Oh come on, Mabel, stop crying. - Stan gently patted his grand-niece's head. - You're not gonna find love in reality shows. - Mr. Pines, can I get a pat too? - Soos took off his hat and leaned to Stan's other side. - Maybe later. The loud discussion caught the attention of a fifth inhabitant and the fourth Pines of Mystery Shack, Ford.

- What's going on? Don't tell me the laserdisc drive is broken, I just fixed it- The group at the couch got silent when Ford's face turned white and he rushed to the screen, practically glueing his eyes to it.

- Ford, what the heck? - It's him!

Moving aside, Ford pointed to the presenter of the show, giving his weekly interview, babbling to no end about the saucy, behind-the-scenes bits of trivia about contestants.

- I know this man. Well, a "man" is a bit of an exaggeration. - Ford explained, turning to his family - He's an alien, his name is Agrok Buzma. At least that's what his name was last time. - Woah. Did he do something bad, Grunkle Ford? - Mabel asked, eager to hear his explanation. - He's a conman, that's who he is. Wanted in ten clusters for all kinds of wrong doing. Can you believe that he tried selling a medium-sized solar system, and not once, but twice? I nearly caught him, but he got away. - Grunkle Ford, you've never mentioned you were a cop! - Dipper shouted, scooting closer to him. - Yeah, Ford, nice to hear I've got a snitch for a brother! - Oh come on, Stanley, I had to pick up bounty-hunting when I was... away. I thought that I could outsmart him...

Ford turned his face away to the man dressed in a suit matching the same extraordinarily vibrant pink from before.

- Mr Ford, do you think he wants to have revenge on you? - I don't think so, Soos. I never told him where I'm from. - Ford scratched his beard - And if what I'm seeing is correct, he might be trying to get away with another one of his swindels. - Woah, woah, woah. - Stan interrupted - I think you said something about a bounty before, brother. - Well isn't that opportunistic, Stanley. Ford groaned - A conman trying to get another conman in jail. What example are you giving to Dipper and Mabel? Two youngest Pines jumped from their seats to Ford's neck, tugging his sweater back and forth.

- Grunkle Ford, can we please help you capture the space conman? - Please, Grunkle Ford! I need a new topic for "What I did during holidays" anyway! Last year my teacher did not believe I met a unicorn. - I'm actually terrified of this, but I just want to belong - Soos said, once he jumped to the group.

From the middle of the Pines fluff pile, Ford gave Stan a stern look, before begrudgingly agreeing to his brother's idea, perhaps just to be able to move again.

The group sat in Ford's basement, watching recorded episodes of the show over and over, trying to understand his nefarious plan.

- See these pink glass tubes? I have a feeling that is not just coloured water. - Ford paused the video and pointed to the screen - Hah. Mabel told me it was liquid "loove" - Dipper mocked his sister, who blew her tongue to him in return - So what is it, Grunkle Ford? Some sort of dangerous chemical? - I'm afraid your sister might be right. This is love. - Ha! Who's the nerd now, Dip? alpha twin! Alpha twin! - Mabel chanted - Well, it's not so much as love, as memories of love. - Ford continued - See, Agrok wasn't just a conman, he was also a smuggler. An emotion smuggler, and empatovore, a creature that feeds on feelings. He got his hands on an equipment to suck up emotional memories, very similar to the one I, uh, used on Stan. - And what would he do with it? - He was going to steal people's emotions and then sell them to, well, needy people. Those who think they can substitute love with money. Quite a profitable market, you can imagine. Never got to pull that scheme off, but I'm going to bet he finally found a place to harvest. Ford leaned on his swivel chair, staring at the TV show host.

- Any idea how we are going to get him? - Dipper asked cautiously - Here's what I've been thinking. - Ford suddenly jumped to his feet - I'm gonna have to sneak behind the scenes to see how does the machine work. But I will also need someone to take part in the show to distract him. - Try Mabel. She's switching boyfriends left, right and centre. - I am not! - Mabel retorted - I only had five this Summer. - I don't think you remember, Mabel. - Ford interrupted - The more two people love each other, the more valuable their emotions are, so we can't have you and, uh, your current boyfriend. But you can accompany me in the sneaky business.

Mabel cheered loudly, as Ford gave her a wide smile. He sat back in his chair and begun thinking out loud.

- Now, we need the contestants. Let's see... Stan is, let's face it, a bit too old to be a plausible candidate, Soos and his girlfriend are out of the way for obvious reasons, that leaves us with...

- Wendy and Dipper, you are next in line of questions, you have a minute to prepare! - Agrok announced, patting the backs of John and Hannah, who stepped out from two booths in the middle of the scene

- Remember, dude, we have to act like we are a couple. - Wendy whispered. - Got the list I gave you? - I, I think so. - Dipper stammered, rummaging through his pockets. - Good, now give me a kiss. If Dipper was afraid of his performance before, then Wendy's order completely threw him off.

- Wait, wha- - Oh, just get over it. For the next few seconds, the world around Dipper seemed to slow down, as Wendy leaned and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. The smell of her very subtle perfume has overwhelmed him, and only when she playfully flicked his chin, Dipper realised he had his mouth open the whole time.

The round of applause brought him back to reality, when Dipper found himself being lead into the closed chamber by Agrok's assistant, dressed from head to feet in pink. The door of the cabin closed behind him, cutting him off from the rest of the studio, apart from Agrok's voice.

- You've got two minutes to answer correctly as many questions about your unending looove as possible! Are you ready, Dipper? Even though it was the only source of sound in the booth, his voice seemed far-away, as Dipper's mind wandered off to all the times he spent with Wendy, remembering each and every single little detail he obsessed about. And even though he shouldn't, he felt brave.

- Oh yeah, let's do this!

- Favourite old movie? - "The night the Moon was spinning like crazy", 1951

- Weapon of choice? - Hatchet, 16 inches long, 1.2 pounds. Short, but very versatile, ideal for throwing. - Favourite song? - "Chop, chop, chop" by Lumberzacks, but she wouldn't admit it.

Behind the scenes of the quiz, a different show took place. Two guards lay down in a semi-unconscious state, their mouths overflowing with sparkly, pink Smile Dip and two cards saying "We're sorry" pinned to their uniforms. With Mabel keeping guard, Ford was able to inspect the large machinery that took most of the space hidden from viewers.

- I knew it! Triumphantly, Ford raised from the open hatch of the machine, holding a counter, still connected to the device.

- This thing is measuring the emotions of the poor people as we speak. Once the contestants win, it sucks them in one go. So that's how he chooses his prey... How are Wendy and Dipper doing? Pulling the curtains slightly, Mabel peeked again to check on her brother's score.

- Pretty good! - Mabel stated, once she turned back to Ford. - No surprise here, Dipper used to be completely crazy about her! Wendy not so much, though. I mean, she- Mabel flinched, when Ford dropped his screwdriver, making a loud, metallic noise upon impact. Before she could react, Ford grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her towards him.

- Wait, what did you say? - Uh, that Dipper was crazy about her? Ford's face turned properly white from fear, preventing him from finding a response for a moment.

- Are-Are these two dating? Were they dating, kissing, whatever? - Well, Dipper *was* in love with Wendy. - Mabel admitted, fidgeting with her hair - Pretty much everyone knew about it. But that was long time ago, and you know, Wendy kinda gave him a cold shoulder. And, you know, I think he kinda got over it.

The more Mabel told about Dipper's ex-crush, the less confident she was in her own words, and so was Ford. Suddenly, a very vivid memory of Wendy's name flashing through the screen during the scan of Dipper's memory came back to Ford, who clutched his head in panic.

- I should have asked him about that! He just said that they're not dating. - Ford kicked the metallic support beam in anger - Even if he forget all about it, which I doubt, he's in a grave danger. And so is Wendy, we need to intervene!

- And let's see the results! - Agrok announced loudly, freeing Wendy from her chamber - Dipper answered twenty out of twenty questions about you, while you gave... three correct answers. Not the best score, but we've certainly seen worse. Am I right, guys?

Agrok turned to Hermenegilde and Gottfried, arguing at the end of the scene, seemingly in different languages.

- I thought so. Well, given that, let's fill the Looooove Tubes! A loud, buzzing noise filled the stage, as the liquid in three containers shifted their position, giving Wendy and Dipper a second place so far.

- So, our lovebirds have had their chance to test their knowledge about each other, but ultimately, the thrill is in a chase! Our contestants will have to find each other in a maze, and only those who know each other best will be able to do so!

The audience cheered and gasped, as the decorations on stage change position to make place for a long, winded labyrinth, filled with enormous, but goofy-looking traps and pit-falls with green TV ooze.

- Okay, Dip, that's not bad. - Wendy whispered - We got second place, and let's stick to that. - Yeah, we're gonna do this, Wendy, I'll do my best. - I do wonder if Ford and Mabel found what they were looking for.

Dipper looked to the side of the audience where his sister and Grunkle were sitting, and to his surprise, he saw their places empty. Curiously, it took him a moment to remember what they were suppose to do, but he blamed the stress for it. Still, Dipper couldn't understand how could he forget about the mission to capture the alien host staying just a couple meters away...

Underneath the scene, Mabel and Ford were rummaging through the odd items in Agrok's crammed control room. It would seem that Agrok spent quite some time on Earth, as his desk was filled with cassettes with old soap operas, TV shows and other products of pop-culture Mabel found very interesting. - Grunkle Ford, what's that? - she asked, pulling a rectangular object with knobs around it.

- A communicator, Mabel! Like a cell phone, except this one has all the connections disabled... - Ford explained, poking various parts of the device's screen. - Let me see... I think Agrok doesn't want the Interstellar Government to trace him down... Too bad someone's gonna call them from this very machine, ha!

Dipper's thoughts were once again interrupted, when Wendy poked him, signalling their turn. Wendy and Dipper stood on the opposite sides of the giant maze and were given safety helmets with small cameras on top and headphones. On Agrok's sign, the two launched into the labyrinth, trying to get to its centre. Of cours,e none of the routes went straight there; Dipper nearly caught himself in the plastic jaws of plastic crocodiles with plastic teeth, when he tried turning right. Wendy expertly jumped over progressively wider green rivers filled with the sticky goo, but was an inch away from getting pinned to the wall with Cupid's arrows.

- Dipper, where are you? Wendy shouted, only to realise that she couldn't locate Dipper's voice. The large helmet over her head transmitted it through microphone, giving her no signal where her friend was.

- I'm near the trap with the giant hearts. Have you been there? - A minute ago, we must have missed each other. - she replied - Dipper, I don't know what to do with this one. She looked at the bizarre, wooden structure with different handles and levers, and decided to step inside it.

- Did you try pulling one of it see what happens?

In response, Dipper heard a loud "crack" and a piercing, blood-freezing scream of Wendy calling for help. - Well, well, well, looks like the lumberjill fell into her own trap! - Agrok's voice boomed in his ears, but not before Dipper threw the helmet off his head and followed Wendy's real, unobstructed voice.

He noticed her trapped in wooden crate, suspended high above the pool of green goo. What was worse, the trap was not stationary, but rose high in the air.

- Don't worry, Wendy, I'm coming for you! - Ah, but I think we have some illegal move here, contestants are required to wear helmets all the time - Agrok said in slightly cocky voice over the speakers. - Health and safety be damned! - Dipper screamed, climbing onto nearby structure seeing Wendy's cage right underneath it. Dipper was quite sure that in his life he hasn't jumped that far, nor that he has ever felt for life that much. With two broken Cupid's arrows in his hands, he landed on the cage, and begun fiddling with its lock. Behind the wooden bars, he saw the stunning, green eyes of Wendy shouting at him.

- Dipper, what are you doing? - What? I'm saving you! Give me a moment to open it. As if on command, the hatch of the cage opened, letting Wendy escape and clutch Dipper's shoulders.

- Dipper, this is a show! - I know, hang on! Having no idea what her friend was doing, Wendy listened to him and held to his smaller body, wondering what he was about to do. The answer became obvious, when she saw Dipper trying to cut one of the lines keeping the cage above the ground with his pocket knife.

- No, no, no, Dipper, don't do thaaaat!

To the horror of audience and the other contestants, with a loud "snap" the cage plummeted towards the green ooze, but it was nothing compared to the whooshing sound of the air in Wendy's ears, as the two soared through the air, her hanging on Dipper, and Dipper hanging on the line. The terrifying moment lasted only a couple of seconds, and ended when the two crash-landed on the very same platform Dipper jumped from a moment earlier.

- Wendy! Wendy, are you okay? Dipper rushed to his friend, lying on the ground with a grimace on her face. But as he came closer, it became obvious that it wasn't a sign of pain, but of anger.

- Dipper! What the hell was that? - Wendy snapped - What's gotten into you?! - I... - he stammered - I was saving you, Wendy! I couldn't let that cage fell with you... - Dipper, it's a show. - she repeated - You were supposed to pull the lever on the ground, or something. I wasn't in any danger. Dipper, that was really, really... - ... FANTASTIC! A loud voice boomed from the speakers around the scene, as the lights centred on Dipper and Wendy's figures.

- A man rushing to save his loved one from a deadly trap, missing the obvious solution and deciding to prove his manliness? Well, if that's not love, then I don't know what that was!

Dipper and Wendy looked to their right, and saw the pink tube with their names filling all the way to the top.

- Dipper... - Wendy cried - Please tell me you're not... You don't... - Of course I do love you, Wendy, I cannot hide it, can't just forget about it! - But you forgot why are we here! - she grabbed his shoulders and shook him - We were supposed to catch him and don't win! - Oh? Well that changes everything. In one moment, the lights around the studio went out, drowning the panicked audience in darkness. Curtain fell on the stage, cutting it off from the rest of the building.

- I must admit, I did not expect that anyone would find out about my plan. - Dipper and Wendy flinched, when Agrok's figure emerged from the shadow. - You humans are really stupid. So you two love-brids wanted to catch me pink-handed, but you forgot what my weapon is? Before either Wendy, or Dipper could react, Agrok pulled a large gun from his behind and shoot a beam of pinkish light towards Dipper, who first stood up to prevent it from hitting Wendy. A think, pinkish aura surrounded Dipper, making him fell to the floor, unable to move. As the beam grew in length, the glow around Dipper's body grew in size, and soon begun sipping towards the empty container in Agrok's gun. And then, Dipper started asking himself questions. Why did he do that? Why did he risk his life for woman, who told him she did not love him? And not once, but several times? Why would he do something so stupid? Why did he lost so much time thinking about her, dreaming about their future that would never happen?

Somewhere around him, a man laughed, and a woman cried. Then, several things happened in quick succession. The same beam from Agrok's gun hit Wendy, but unlike Dipper, who lay motionlessly on the floor, in near catatonic state, she got to her knees, and ran towards Agrok, to his deepest surprise. The gun worked, as another aura begun forming around Wendy's body, but that did not stop her in the slightest. A blueish-green beam begun sipping into the container, making Agrok nearly drop the gun from his hand.

- But, how? You should be drained of your love! Don't you love him? One last thing Agrok remembered before passing out, was the right hook of Wendy Corduroy hitting him. He never heard her answer. - Dipper, Dipper, please, wake up! - Wendy cried once she kneeled by Dipper's body - Dipper? Dipper!

A second voice filled the room. Mabel pines rushed to Wendy's side, her eyes equally filled with tears.

- What... what happened to him? - He was hit by this thing. - Ford explained, taking the gun from Agrok's body. - Wendy, step aside, I'll have to-

He stopped for a moment, as he saw her glowing figure.

- Wait, you got hit as well? Oh dear, that's not good. - Where the hell have you two been? - Wendy shouted through tears - I don't know what happened to Dipper! - We've been trying to dismantle the pump. - Mabel explained, tugging on Wendy's shirt - But grunkle Ford told that it would be better to leave it to the, uh, Space Police... And then we went to search his room, and then the light went off, and we knew something bad happened.

Ford cursed under his breath, examining Agrok's gun.

- Okay, I think I managed to reverse it, but I can't be sure. The thing is, he wanted to extract emotions from one of you, and ended up draining both. I don't know if- - What about Dipper? - Wendy cried - Will it work for him?

It took a minute for Ford to answer.

- I sure hope so.

He pointed the gun towards Dipper, and gently pressed the trigger. The blue-green-pink beam hit Dipper, and to lesser extent Wendy, slowly emptying the container. As soon as Ford stopped firing, he rushed to his grand-nephew's body, to see if his method worked.

- Guys, I, I don't feel fine either - Wedny suddenly grabbed her head, and lay back, supporting herself with her other arm. - That's normal, you have just been hit with lots of conflicting emotions. Mabel, help her.

While Ford checked Dipper's pulse, Mabel pulled her backpack to secure Wendy, who fortunately didn't require that much help. Somewhere around Dipper pines, a man was speaking to him loudly.

- Dipper, Dipper, can you hear me? - Grunkle... Ford? - Dipper! - Mabel rushed to his brother, throwing his arms around him. But then, a third pair of arms joined them, the one Dipper sought for the most.

- Dude, don't scare us next time. We thought you were gone. - Wendy... Mabel... Wait, what happened? Before either of them could answer, a searing pain shot through his skull, oddly enough, answering the questions he asked.

And to his horror, much more.

To Mabel and Ford's surprise, Dipper grabbed onto Wendy's shirt, and begun chanting something under his breath.

- I'm so, so sorry Wendy that I screwed up and that I... I... - Don't worry, Dipper, I get it.

Wendy gently patted him on his head, and pulled him into a hug.

Suddenly, an odd beeping filled the stage, causing Ford to spring to his feet. He pulled a large, rectangular device from his pocket and placed it on the ground, giving his friends a warning not to stare directly at it. In a split of a second, in the middle of the ruined stage, a portal appeared, drowning the room with white, blinding light. The irregular beeps of Ford's communicator became a steady signal, loud enough that it woke up Agrok, who suddenly found himself facing not one, but two of his old enemies.

- Oh, no, not you! - Agrok shouted, shifting his eyes from Ford and the creature that stepped out of the portal.

It was a weird, purple looking humanoid with black eyes and three arms. Out of the four humans on the stage, only Ford didn't look surprised, while Mabel, Dipper and even Wendy took a step back.

- Agrok Buzma. - the alien spoke in even, cold voice. - It has been quite a lot of time, hasn't it?

A pair of ethereal-looking handcuffs appeared out of nowhere, sealing themselves around Agrok's appendages. The alien saw Ford stepping towards it, and moved one of his arms to greet him.

- We haven't seen in equally long time, Ford. I see that you finally found your way to your home planet. - Yes, I did. And I finally got the guy that put me in so much trouble.

Ford stepped back, when Agrok's restrained body was levitated through the portal.

- Thank you for your cooperation. We will contact you once we judge his crimes. - the alien stated - I think it would be wise for you to keep his communicator. I don't think Earth's technology is powerful enough to contact us yet. - Sure do, officer. Ford replied and shook the alien's arm again, as the portal closed behind it. He took a good, long look at the half-destroyed stage.

- Well, it didn't go exactly as we planned it, but we got him. - Ford cheered - Come on, we need to clean this mess, but more importantly, take you home.

He offered Wendy his shoulder, but the lumberjill was a bit busy taking care of Dipper, who in his state needed a bit more help than she did. One step at a time, the four adventurers left for the exit.

Two figures were sitting on the porch of the Mystery Shack, slowly licking ice-cream cones taken from the fridge.

- How do you feel, man? - Wendy asked, giving Dipper a slight poke. - I... I don't know - he replied - Wendy, I'm sorry I screwed up, I didn't mean to. - Chill out, Dip, I... I get it. - she replied, finally seeing Dipper's eyes he kept hidden from her for the large part of the day. - I guess it's really hard for me to forget my feelings about you. - I know, right? It's like that bit about white elephants. - Wendy added out of the blue, gathering Dipper's attention. - About what? - Dipper, whatever you do, don't think about white elephants. - Wendy snapped her fingers - Quick, what are you thinking about? - Uh, white elephants, I guess. - See? It's your brain that screwed up, not you. - she ruffled his hair and gave him a quick nudge They both took a lick of their ice-cream, before Wendy admitted somewhat sheepishly. - And you know, I think I now know how you felt then, when I, uh, kinda gave you a cold shoulder.

Dipper stared into Wendy's face, despite the fact that the lumberjill made effort to avoid his eyes. - No one ever gave me one, so I wasn't sure how you are going to handle it. - she continued. - It's a bit different than breaking up, when... someone didn't even give you a chance. - Wendy, it's al-right. I'm the one to blame anyway. - Yeah, but if I didn't.... - But I DID, Wendy... Wendy jumped a bit when she felt Dipper's hand on her shoulder. To her surprise, Dipper's face wasn't filled with astonishment, or typical uneasiness of his that showed up whenever she was around. In his eyes she saw understanding, and even though he was still the same dorky friend of hers, Dipper Pines looked different.

- Thanks, Dipper. She pulled him into a long, consolatory hug. - No hard feelings? - No, no whatsoever. - Wendy smiled. - That race was awesome. - Dipper changed the subject, watching as Wendy;s face brightens - Oh yeah. But you gotta train to be faster, you know. I could show you a trick or two. - Really? - Sure. Wake up early, like around 6 am. It's not gonna be that hot. Oh, and bring that playlist, you showed me, I love listening to that group. I'm gonna train you the Courduroy style.

- That's all, high inspector. I'm afraid me and, uh, my team, couldn't salvage more than just these containers. In the basement of Mystery Shack, an inter-dimensional portal was opened, one that remained Ford very much of the one that removed him from his home planet for decades.

- Interesting. - a vaguely humanoid alien pondered, looking at the pinkish glass - Are you sure nothing else remained of Agrok's collection? - Well, others were sold or destroyed, and my team had some of the memories drained, but, eh, it wasn't exactly love. It was some murky, blue-green mess. We returned the memories to them, of course, as well as other contestants. - Oh? Well, I think you just passed on much better deal than the one with us, Ford. - Whaddya mean? - If I'm not mistaken, and as an empatovore I am rarely wrong when it comes to emotions, Agrok was extracting just love. But than can be so easily faked, so many substitutes available. True love grows for years, through friendship, conflicts, laughter and sadness. Don't know what Agrok stumbled upon with your partners, but if he knew what to look for, he'd probably have fought ten times stronger for it. The alien stepped away from portal. A moment later its three elongated appendages took a container from a shelf Ford saw at the far end of the warehouse and brought it up front.

- That looks like the one taken from Wendy and Dipper - Ford's eyes widened, as he saw the green-blue substance twirling in the glass container. - It is difficult to spot love amongst other emotions. You shouldn't blame them. - he stated calmly

The alien pressed two of his arms to both ends of the container. The motionless mix of colours begun moving, forming complex, geometric patterns with occasional new colours popping up on the borders of different layers.

- Er, if I may ask, what are you doing? - Ford inquired, hoping the container wouldn't explode him in the face. - Localised time manipulation. We have permission, before you ask. - the alien replied in the same, cold, monotone voice - Ten or so Earth solar cycle units, give it or take. Ah, there it is. a pinkish blog surfaced, easing its way between other colours, forming a multicoloured, delicate, fractal-like patterns, that made Ford's eyes grew wide.

- Of course, it would be equally easy for me to imagine a future when love doesn't bloom. Quite a lot of disturbances here. But, if what you saw was right, then it was a perfect starting point for it, if I have ever seen one. - Heh, good for them, I guess. - Ford stroked his chin. - Thank you, for, uh, for showing me that. - Aren't you forgetting something? Ford looked into the alien's black eyes, trying desperately to remember what other kind of breaking news he could get, after the last one. - Your payment. - the alien moved the edges of his head orifice that formed a smile-like shape, and gave Ford a small package.

- Guys, I just got in touch with the Inspectorate. And... uh, where's Dipper? And Wendy? I want to speak with them. - They went jogging or something. - Mabel shrugged her arms, staring blankly at the TV screen - Dipper spent last night putting songs on his phone. Why do you ask?

Ford smiled under his breath. - Eh, doesn't matter now. I've got a decade or so to tell them.

Hearing his voice, Stan rushed from the kitchen to interrogate him. - So, what about that bounty, eh? Did you get it? - Well, the good news is that the Interstellar High Inspectorate has acknowledged it, despite my expired bounty hunter license. - Ford! Oh, dear brother of mine, you finally did something worthy of Pines name! How could I ever doubt in you? - Stan shouted, pulling Ford into a deep, but short hug - Now, where's the moolah? - I'm afraid they gave it to me in some form of Earth money I don't quite understand. Ford took a single flash drive from his pocket

- Now, can anyone tell me what "Frogcoin" is?

Laserdiscs are real. They're awesome, Google them.

MTZ is an obvious stab at a celebrity gossip programme TMZ, mixed with MTV. Don't Google them.

Frogcoin is a combination of Dogecoin, a cryptocurrency, and "Pepe the frog", whose pictures somehow got so popular, that they became a currency on 4chan's /b/ board (DO NOT GOOGLE IT)

"Chop, chop, chop" by Lumberzacks is a song from "Milo Murphy's Law" GOOGLE THIS SHOW A LOT.

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