#ah yes i guess i remembered the correct fic. still amazing.
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be quiet silly girl
includes. tendou satori
cw. dirty talk, oral (receiving), praise, edging (just once), cream pie
a/n. thought of this while I was in class so kinda brain rot but made into a fic :)))
“Ok stop! Stop! I have- stop!” You screamed in between your laughter fit, Tendou’s been tickling you for the past ten minutes and you almost couldn’t breath. “I- have a class stop!”
He eventually let you go and you started setting everything up for you class, you normally didn’t turn on the camera but you still tidied up around you just in case. “What class?”
“One through zoom, its just an hour long and then we can do whatever you want, ok?” He nodded his head, even though he didn’t completely agree, he wanted more time with you, but at the same time he understood your education needed time as well. So in the meantime he racked his brain to find a solution to his problem.
A few minutes later your class started, and the teachers voice rang through the speakers, picking up where left from the last class. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, though every once in a while you looked at him, deep in thought about something. You wondered what was on his mind, usually he never seemed this concentratedin something, but you let it slide...
That was until he snuck a hand on your thigh and drew mindless shapes on it, and it seemed innocent enough until his hand wandered to your innner thigh, between your legs. “Tendou?”
“Shhh... you wouldn’t want them hearing you, would you?” Thats when you realized his intentions, you tried pulling his hand out but he wouldn’t let you go. Instead of pulling away from you he pulled you closer and opened your legs wide.
“I-I can’t, I’m in class”
“So I guess you should be quiet, silly girl” He shifted to meet his face with yours, exanging in a passionate kiss, even though you knew the computer was inches from you, you still wanted this. Even when you knew that you could just touch one button and the rest of the class could hear your lewd sounds, you didn’t stop him from pulling your shorts down.
“Such a whore, look at yourself, your dripping wet and all I did was kiss you. Are you that aroused by the thought of them seeing you?” You shook your head, trying to deny him, to tell him you weren’t enjoying him while the slick between your legs said otherwise. He lapped at your juices, gathering them up with his warm tongue, as he sent shivers down your spine. “You look so nice, your legs spread out to show me that pretty pussy, let me eat you, darling”
He grabbed your hands and put them in the back of your thighs, forcing you to hold them against you so he could have better access to where he wanted to be the most. Indistinct voices could be heard from the speaker of the laptop, they sounded faint with your loud moans echoing in the room. Tendou couldn’t help but devour you, he wanted to taste every part of you.
He ate you out like this was his first and last meal, the slurping sounds that came from his place brought a light blush to your face, you wanted nothing more than to hide between your hands. But you knew better than that, you knew that if you did, one of his sadistic punishments awaited you, so you just went with it.
“T-tendou... my c-class h-aah-“ You tell, even though you know he’s not going to listen to you, you still want to warn him.
“Oh, well then, I guess I should stop” he pulls away, your pulsing cunt clenching around its emptiness and you can’t stop yourself from pulling at his hair, a silent plead for him to continue. The begging look in your eyes has him going feral, the way you don’t even have to tell him how much you want him, you could just give him one look and he already knew you needed him.
“Don’t st-stop... I need y-you please” and with those words he dives back in to his paradise, the place between your legs that drove both of you wild, he licked you up, starting all over again.
From gathering your juices to sucking softly on your clit, driving you insane with everything he did. Soon the sounds coming from the computer were meaningless, in comparison to all the feelings flooding your mind, everything was hazy except for one thing. Tendou.
You felt the familiar warm coil in your stomach and you knew you were close to finishing, maybe after you finished he would let you continue your class. He slid a finger into your wet heat, as if he knew it was the last thing you needed to orgasm.
“H-hmm ah T-Tendooou... I’m cu-cumming” he knew that, he knew you were just on the verge of falling over the edge, thats why he stopped. Thats why he pulled his finger out and removed himself from your cute little cunny, as much as you pushed him to go back. “N-no! I wanted- I n-needed it”
Your frustrated whines didn’t make him regret his actions one single bit, in fact, it just made him pull his pants down even sooner.
“Good girls only get to cum on my cock” he said before he teased you with the tip, rubbing it against your folds, but he didn’t move any further. He wanted to hear you beg once more before your head was hazy and you couldn’t even pronounce his name.
“T-Tendou... please”
“Just tell me what you need baby, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he pushed even further, and he was tempted to leave all the teasing behind once he had a small taste of your warm walls.
“Pl-please I want y-you ah- and... your cock, I need your c-cock” he’s finally been fulfilled, so you only hoped he would keep his promise and do as you asked. He slid right in, your walls fluttered around him, pulling him closer, pulling him deeper. And you basked in the amazing feeling until it happened.
“Miss (Y/n) (L/n)? Are you there?” Your eyes shot open and you remembered the small problem you had postponed. You quickly told Tendou to back off from you, he did but he refused to pull out from your sweet pussy. You unmute your mic to answer the teacher’s question.
“Y-yes?”
“Okay, great, can you answer question number five?” You looked through your papers, notes from your previous classes, until you found what you really needed. The homework from last class.
“Uhm well... in the work sheet I wr-wrote-ah-h!” You let out a soft mewl in between your answer when Tendou thrusted himself inside of you.
“... Everything okay there?”
“Y-yes of course my internet’s a little... h-hmm weird, well... on question number five I-I wrote h-haahh st-...” you stuttered your way to the right words. Everytime you felt like you could finally talk Tendou moved inside of you, his tip hitting your pelvis perfectly everytime. “I-I wrote answer b-b, which was... hh- se-seventy-five point three”.
The teacher responded saying it was correct and you were relieved, turning off your mic quickly so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself anymore.
“You can’t do that T-Tendou. What if they asked me to turn on the camera?”
“Yeah, what were you going to answer? ‘Sorry my boyfriend is fucking my tight little cunny so I can’t right now’?” Every one of his words were degrading, still you loved it, you loved him shaming you for doing this. The exciting thought of someone catching you two only made you clench around him, sucking him in further. “Whoa, you’re clenching and creaming on me... how turned on are you?”
You couldn’t answer anymore, your brain was too clouded with the only thing you wanted right now. To cum. You wanted to milk him of his cum while gushing around him in the delicious way he was hitting your g-spot. That spongy bit inside of you being toyed with, you wanted more of it.
Tendou let out a sort of animalistic growl, the ones that let you know he was close, so were you. He could feel it everytime he moved his hips with yours, his pelvic bone grazing your clit occasionally, and he noticed how much that had an effect on you, so he snuck a digit to rub it.
He drew rough circles on the little bundle of nerves, driving you to ecstasy. The way you clenched the sheets, and how your thighs tried to close together, these were all things Tendou noticed from your orgasming form. These things also drew him closer to his own orgasm.
He came inside, pushing further inside to ensure every drop would stay inside. You were used to the warm feeling of him filling you up, but you could never get accustomed to the way he pulled out abruptly, only to push his dripping cum back into your hole with his fingers.
And just like that class was over.
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Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have
p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold
Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)
Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3
Fluff! Fluff!!
The French Mistake
One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.
Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky
Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)
Let's Dance
Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)
I Like You Better in Real Life
Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.
The Prince
Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.
Fathoms and Foundlings
Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?
Whom can we trust now?
Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.
The Particulars of Language
Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??
Marque
Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.
Breaks your heart, puts it back together
what's my name, what's my station
Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.
May the Melody Disarm Us
Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.
Let Down My Guard
Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.
Porn With Plot
that dress you like
Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.
Mon General / My Marquis
Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.
The Mistranslation
Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)
The Things I Would Do to You
Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.
Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet
Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.
Devil to Pay
Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.
A secret weapon
Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.
Oof (not in a good way)
The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking
If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.
Transmutation
Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.
OW
Day One Way, By Night Another
Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)
Once More, With Feeling
Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)
A Beautiful Tragedy
Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)
Porn Without Plot
Betrayals and Allies
So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!
Cold Nights
Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.
What Good is Honor When You're Starving?
Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)
Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.
But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)
Thank you!!<3
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Surprisingly Familiar Ch 1
The first chapter of the sequel to Summoning Family. I'm going to be working on my scattered au fic more, but you might still see some chapters of this scattered around
@petrichormeraki made the hermit!Tommy au, and @helleborusangel did amazing rambles for the chapters of Summoning Family.
Now, Let's see how things have gone since the ending of Summoning Family.
It had been eleven days since Grum’s birthday and now it was Jrum’s. He was excited by the party, playing games and trying to scam people of their diamonds. Cake was nice, his mask getting a special cake of his own with diamonds since Grum had gotten the same. And then it came to presents.
Jrum was especially happy at any toys he got and glad if he was just getting diamonds. Kokatori had also managed to get another ribbon around its neck and try to be a present again. Jrum wasn’t the most pleased about that since he was still coping with everything that happened with the egg, but he still took the present before handing them off to Grum.
Just as the presents were just about all gone, two more were placed on the table, each one with a different label. Jrum went to grab the last present when he saw the new ones being placed, so he looked up at who was putting them down, surprised to see an unfamiliar face. “Um, who are you?”
The question made everyone look over, most people looking confused, but three people had different reactions. Phil looked surprised, recognizing the man. Grian was also surprised, but also awestruck. Lastly, in Grum’s arms, Kokatori hissed.
“What the heck are you doing here? Who even let you in?” Phil asked, walking over to the man.
“I let myself in. I mean, I sort of already had permission to be here, just never used it. Building big was never really my thing.”
“Who are you then?” It was Scar who spoke up. The person looked at a few of the hermits who seemed to also look as confused as Scar sounded.
“I think the beard is messing with them.” Phil said, elbowing the man, who then ran a hand through his beard.
“Right, spend a month on an abandoned island and then get captured by pirates and you can’t really do much for that. Anyone got a raz...or…” he trailed off as Jrum pulled out some special shears. He was stunned by the bot having such a thing, but took them with a thank you and stepped out of the room.
After a few minutes, he stepped back in, and immediately some of the hermits were no longer confused. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!” Bdubs was the first to say, going over to the man. “What have you been up to!”
“Eh, mainly family. You’ve been working with someone named Scar?” Bdubs nodded and gestured to the mayor. “Got it. Nice to meet you.” He moved over to Doc. “And how about you? How’s the family life?”
“Eh, some days are always better than others, I haven’t been around here as often because of it. What about you?”
“Well, the kids are all grown up at this point, I’ve got more time on my hands so I’ve gone back to filming.”
Doc nodded. “Sounds good to me. I’ve got to tell you more about what we did last season.”
“I’m sure you do.” The man chuckled, moving over to Keralis. “Hey, can’t wait to see your city. The pictures seemed crazy enough. I can’t believe you built all that.”
“Why spank you, but I have had help with designs.”
“Yeah. And you said you own it with someone named Cleo now?”
“Yes, in fact, she’s got a relative that is in Bub’s troop last I checked.”
Cleo spoke up at this point. “Yep! Got an order in for popcorn just the other day.”
“Nice to hear. By the way, Etho’s behind me, isn’t he?” The hermits unfamiliar with the man were surprised by that comment, as Etho was indeed behind him. Pretty much no one could tell when Etho was sneaking around, so this new person doing it was very shocking. “I’ll be asking everyone about your shops so I can stay awake from them.”
“Oh come on, some of them would be fun for a survivor like you. In fact we could get Tango to open up decked out for a session for you.”
“Right, sure Etho. Now is Beef around?”
“No actually. He had something really important come up.” Etho answered, another hermit nodding to agree with the statement.
“Ah, that’s too bad. Well, I guess the only person left to greet is ol’ rap battle over here.”
Wels suddenly looked embarrassed. “Oh that’s why you look familiar. You’re the OBP leader.”
“Yeah.” The man nodded. “You know green wasn’t really your c-”
“Please don’t bring that up again.”
The man laughed. “Alright, I won’t.” He then looked at the rest of the hermits. “Well, I think I know a few of you from the letters I’ve gotten from these guys.” And he gestured to the hermits he had been talking to. “Like I know Scar and Cleo now, then TFC and Xisuma I’m familiar with, also Zedaph.”
“Yeah, so who are you exactly?” Mumbo spoke up. “While I’m glad you’ve come to celebrate Jrum’s birthday, I’m not familiar with you.”
“Right, forgot to give my name I guess.” The man started to say. “I’m-”
Grian cut him off. “You’re the Soarvivor Paul! I remember watching your shows when I was in highschool! I had some friends at my school in England who went to an event of yours!”
“Wait, this is Paul?” Scar spoke up. “I’ve heard a lot of stories about him from Doc and Bdubs.”
Paul smiled at that. “Yep, that would be me.”
Grian took over the conversation again. “So wait, you said you were recording again, are you making MvM again?”
Instead of answering happily like Paul had to everyone else, he just gave Grian a bit of a nod before giving him the cold shoulder.
“Wait, are you that uncle Phil’s always talking about?” Tommy asked. He had stayed out of the conversation when he had no clue what was going on, but now that he recognized the name, he had some things to say. “The one he always complains always uses letters instead of a phone call or texting.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, that would be me. Letters are the most reliable when you’ve got a job like mine.”
“Then stick to a comm then Paul.” Doc said, resting his arm on Paul's shoulder. “I’ve offered to make you a special one who knows how many times. I’m sure your kids wouldn’t mind it either.”
“Why do I feel like I’m still missing something?” Tommy spoke up again, Doc explaining for him.
“A number of us hung out with Paul in the past. Most of us he knows from the old Minecrack worlds, but he met Keralis on some other worlds.”
“Yeah, and met Wels when we were dealing with an apocalypse world. Beef was there too.” Paul sighed. “So Phil, what’s your family been getting up to other than the obvious?”
“Well, Tommy’s actually living in hermitcraft now.” Phil answered. “Wilbur’s getting through some things, and Techno’s trying to keep up his hardened warrior mask, but Grian’s kid is making that hard.”
“Well, this group seems to have that effect on people.” Paul nodded. “And how’ve they been doing with Xelqua?” Paul jabbed a finger on Grian’s direction.
“Right, shit, forgot to say that part. Grian is Xelqua.” Phil quickly explained, Paul’s mouth turning to a small ‘o’.
“Ah, I guess that explains that war and the hippies I heard about in letters. At least It’s a little tamer in a world like this.” Most of the people in the room were confused, and at first Grian was one of them, but then he made a connection and his legs were suddenly struggling to keep him up. “He has told you about Tokyo, right?”
Before anyone could answer, Kokatori was hissing in Grum’s arms again, drawing Paul’s attention. He pulled out a stone sword and immediately the hermits that knew Paul were holding him back. “No! Hey! Paul, that is a kid’s pet!” Bdubs said. “I know you don’t like them but that’s like the one chicken you’re not allowed to kill!”
“Just get him a pet other than a chicken! You can’t trust a chicken! They’re spies, killers and thieves.”
“Killer chickens?” Wels, who wasn’t holding Paul back, asked.
“Oh no, he’s telling the truth about that.” Doc answered. “I saw it for myself.”
“How do you get killed by a fucking chicken?” Tommy asked.
“You forget to kill it first.” Paul answered, finally putting his sword away. “Well, you said that kid’s one of Xel’s.”
“One of Grian’s.” Phil corrected. “And yes. That’s Grumbot, or Grum, the older of the two. His birthday was a week and a half ago.”
“Well, figures they’d just try causing more problems.”
Phil rolled his eyes and then grabbed Paul’s arm. “Alright, you and I. Talk. Now.”
When Phil and Paul had left the room, Grian finally allowed himself to go to the floor. The hermits that knew Paul were immediately apologizing for him, not sure why he was acting that way. But Grian knew. And Mumbo helped Grian up, pretty sure he knew too. “I’m going to help Grian lie down. Grum, maybe I should take Kokatori with me so they don’t cause more problems.”
Grum nodded and handed the chicken over, it being very upset about being moved and pecking at Mumbo’s arms. But he was too worried about Grian to let that stop him. So soon they had left the room too.
For a while, everything was silent. But then Jrum spoke up. “Well, for my birthday, I want to eavesdrop! And no one can stop me!” And he ran off to listen into Phil and Paul’s conversation, leaving the rest of the party members confused on what to do.
#hc x dsmp#hermit!tommy au#jrumbot#grian#grumbot#mumbo jumbo#philza minecraft#bdubs#3rd life smp#tommyinnit#docm77#Keralis#Zombiecleo#ethoslab#welsknight#paul soares jr
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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 1
AO3 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
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group chat: let kids be kids
Junior-Woodchuck74, ICanDeweyIt, Lou, TheWebbedWonder, lenaonme, Violet-Sabrewing
1:47 pm
TheWebbedWonder: hey guys
TheWebbedWonder: This group chat is amazing!!!
TheWebbedWonder: I’ve never really been part of a group chat before so i love it!!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: To be fair, you didn’t have a phone before Uncle Donald
TheWebbedWonder: Yes, and I am forever grateful to him
ICanDeweyIt: Dadnald strikes again!!
TheWebbedWonder: Anyway
TheWebbedWonder: You know what would be fun?
Lou: what
TheWebbedWonder: Let’s make a group chat for the whole family!!
Lou: But we already have a family gc
TheWebbedWonder: I know
TheWebbedWonder: But we don’t have one with the extended family!!
ICanDeweyIt: omg that’d be so chaotic
ICanDeweyIt: IM IN
TheWebbedWonder: HECK YEAH
new group chat: Family Groupchat!!!
1:56 pm
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl created chat
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl added Junior-Woodchuck74, ICanDeweyIt, green-sharpie, aw-phooey, Scrooge-McDuck, worldsgreatestadventurer, 22, TheCrashiestCrash, lenaonme, Violet-Sabrewing, and ghostbutler.
aw-phooey: Webs
aw-phooey: We already have a family group chat
Scrooge-McDuck: Aye, I do not need more of these blasted text messages making my phone make noises
Scrooge-McDuck: it’s quite distracting when I’m in a board meeting
green-sharpie: dude just mute the chat
aw-phooey: Louie he is not allowed to mute the chat
aw-phooey: you know the rules
worldsgreatestadventurer: besides that would be no fun >:(
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hang on
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Im adding more people I just have to find their usernames
Violet-Sabrewing: *I’m
lenaonme: omg vi cmon
Violet-Sabrewing: Lena, we are sisters. You know me well. Did you not think I would correct Webbigail’s grammar?
lenaonme: yea
lenaonme: but webby needs to maintain her excited aesthetic
Violet-Sabrewing: Understandable.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl added worldsgreatestinventor, TotallyNotGizmoduck, ihaveahead!!!, worldsgreatestinvention, Lucky-Gander, mutant-krill!!!!, purpleisforthegays, Indy_Sabrewing, moonlander-general, and Wine-Aunt
worldsgreatestinventor: what on earth
worldsgreatestinventor: this is ridiculous
TotallyNotGizmoduck: agree to disagree Dr. Gearloose
TotallyNotGizmoduck: This is so cool!!!
worldsgreatestinventor: believe what you want fenton, but i am inherently correct
ICanDeweyIt: like i said
ICanDeweyIt: SO chaotic
worldsgreatestadventurer: Gyro!!!
worldsgreatestadventurer: One of us is gonna have to change
TotallyNotGizmoduck: But Gyro and Lil’ Bulb match!!! It’s so cute!!!
TheCrashiestCrash: aww!!
worldsgreatestinvention: agreed we are adorable
worldsgreatestadventurer: ok now two of us will have to change.
worldsgreatestadventurer: LIL’ BULB
Junior-Woodchuck74: This is going to be so confusing
ICanDeweyIt: AND CHAOTIC
moonlander-general: Dewey, you have a one-track mind.
worldsgreatestinventor: Fenton for the love of all things science I thought I told you to change your ridiculous name!
TotallyNotGizmoduck: I changed it in the Team Science group chat!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: YOU HAVE A TEAM SCIENCE GROUP CHAT????
lenaonme: damn huey
lenaonme: that was intense
green-sharpie: trust me lena u aint seen nothin yet
Violet-Sabrewing: Louie, your grammar is atrocious.
Junior-Woodchuck74: Trust me Vi he knows
Junior-Woodchuck74: He does it on purpose
Scrooge-McDuck: What was that blasted thing you said?
Scrooge-McDuck: For the aztec???
Violet-Sabrewing: I believe you may mean aesthetic?
Violet-Sabrewing: It means for visual appeal.
green-sharpie: right on vi
green-sharpie: lena were finally getting to her
green-sharpie: she understands pop culture
Indy_Sabrewing: I will not let you corrupt my beautiful daughter!
Indy_Sabrewing: She is wonderful the way she is.
Indy_Sabrewing: Of course, if Violet wishes to learn pop culture, she may.
Violet-Sabrewing: I do, thank you Dad!
purpleisforthegays: I, for one, am glad.
lenaonme: SIR
lenaonme: POPS
lenaonme: you have my respect forever
purpleisforthegays: Good to hear!
lenaonme: best name goes to ty sabrewing!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: omg agreed
lenaonme: also he’s right
TheCrashiestCrash: Yeah!
TheCrashiestCrash: I think my friend would agree
purpleisforthegays: Thank you Lena! I love you!
lenaonme: sdfghhgfsldkfsslfdejsdhshdgs
lenaonme: <3 <3
lenaonme: im not gonna do my chores when i’m in teenage rebellion mode tho
purpleisforthegays: Hmm
purpleisforthegays: Disappointing.
Indy_Sabrewing: what did you expect honey
Scrooge-McDuck: Lena what is that… thing you just typed?
moonlander-general: did you just have a stroke? Is she in good health?
ICanDeweyIt: it’s a keysmash Uncle Scrooge
Violet-Sabrewing: It is a way to express intense emotion.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: lena was overwhelmed by the love!! Which we will continue to give because she’s a beautiful angel who deserves all the love in the world!!!
lenaonme: omg webs
lenaonme: 💖💕💜💖💕💖💖💖💜💜💕💕💕💖💖💙
TheCrashiestCrash: it’s like a crash… but in text form!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: Somehow, that is accurate.
Violet-Sabrewing: @moonlander-general Lena is okay!
moonlander-general: I am relieved.
moonlander-general: not that I was worried about her
worldsgreatestadventurer: aww, Penny! You care!!
moonlander-general: …
moonlander-general: Fine.
lenaonme: thanks Penny
Junior-Woodchuck74: @worldsgreatestinventor @TotallyNotGizmoduck @ihaveahead!!! @worldsgreatestinvention ADD ME TO THE TEAM SCIENCE GROUPCHAT YOU COWARDS
worldsgreatestinventor: you’re still on about that huh
ihaveahead!!!: done
worldsgreatestinventor: MANNY
ihaveahead!!!: dr. gearloose u should know this by now.
ihaveahead!!!: i am no coward.
worldsgreatestinvention: i can confirm this.
worldsgreatestinventor: YOU CAN’T ADD PEOPLE TO MY GROUP CHAT WITHOUT MY CONSENT
TotallyNotGizmoduck: Actually, it’s technically my groupchat. I set it up.
TotallyNotGizmoduck: Dewey and I set up your account, remember Dr. Gearloose?
worldsgreatestinventor: ...
worldsgreatestinventor: You still need to change your name, Fenton.
TotallyNotGizmoduck: fine.
TotallyNotGizmoduck changed their name to Blathering-Blatherskite
worldsgreatestinventor: That’s not much better.
worldsgreatestadventurer: you also need to change your name gyro!!
worldsgreatestadventurer: you too lil’ bulb
worldsgreatestinvention: i disagree
22: This is becoming tiring.
22 changed worldsgreatestadventurer’s name to Della
22 changed worldsgreatestinventor’s name to Gyro
22 changed worldsgreatestinvention’s name to Lil’ Bulb
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Granny!!!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I know you don’t usually use group chats so it’s nice to see you 🥰 💕
22: Webby, I’m sitting across the room from you.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Aw c’mon Granny you know what I mean 💕🥺
22: ...Nice to see you too, dear.
Della: >:O
Della: enough with the soft fluff melting my heart
Della: MRS. B!!!
Della: betrayed by my own housekeeper/bodyguard/mentor *sad emoji*
Junior-Woodchuck74: Mom you know you can actually use emojis right?
Della: whatever
Della changed their name to Adventure-Pilot
Adventure-Pilot: @Gyro truce?
Gyro: Fine.
Gyro: I accept.
Gyro: But don’t believe that this is so easily forgotten!!
Adventure-Pilot: aww I’ve missed our prank wars!!
Gyro changed their name to wildlymisunderstood
wildlymisunderstood: i haven’t.
Adventure-Pilot: awwwww!!!
Adventure-Pilot: I speak Gyro. I know you’re really saying i love you Della and i missed you too!!
wildlymisunderstood: ...i am not. your gyrospeak is incorrect.
Blathering-Blatherskite: I actually speak Gyro and I can attest to this.
Blathering-Blatherskite: He’s actually saying: I hate your prank wars with a passion but I still missed you and I feel responsible for the Spear of Selene breaking down.
wildlymisunderstood: Cabrera!!!
wildlymisunderstood: i told you that in confidence!!!
Blathering-Blatherskite: Oh no
Blathering-Blatherskite: I’m “Cabrera” again
wildlymisunderstood: you dug your own grave
Blathering-Blatherskite: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET HIM TO CALL ME FENTON????
green-sharpie: ...i can tell ur really upset about it…
Junior-Woodchuck74: Louie c’mon
aw-phooey: louie
Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes
Scrooge-McDuck: I do not want to go through this again
Blathering-Blatherskite: ...I may have messed up.
wildlyunderstood: MAY??
lenaonme: tbh we all knew that, mr. mad scientist.
wildlymisunderstood: excuse me! it is doctor mad scientist to you!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: after what happened in Tokyolk I’m not 100% sure you even have a doctorate
lenaonme: damn y’all got to go to tokyolk
lenaonme: lucky
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: ikr
Junior-Woodchuck74: trust me it was very stressful
Junior-Woodchuck74: But also fun!
aw-phooey has changed wildlymisunderstood’s name to dr. mad scientist
dr. mad scientist: thank you.
dr. mad scientist: i guess.
Scrooge-McDuck: Aye Gyro, it’s not a secret.
Scrooge-McDuck: But all is well. I never blamed you and neither did Della
Adventure-Pilot: huh, I never knew that. Sorry gy-man
Adventure-Pilot: uncle scrooge is right. I don’t blame you dude
dr. mad scientist: … good to hear, i guess.
dr. mad scientist: i’m glad you’re back, della.
Adventure-Pilot: <3 <3 <3 <3 I love you too!!!!!
dr. mad scientist: ugh, affection. disgusting.
Lil’ Bulb: he loves it.
dr. mad scientist: besides i’m gay.
Adventure-Pilot: that’s not what I meant and you know it.
Junior-Woodchuck74: heck yeah for platonic affection!!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: heck yeah!!
ICanDeweyIt: heck yeah!!
mutant-krill!!!!: heck yeah!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: FETHRY
aw-phooey: hi feth!!
green-sharpie: wait there are more people
green-sharpie: this chat is confusing enough, webs.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Just you wait!! I have a list of people I’d like to add that aren’t in the chat yet!!
green-sharpie: wait is this one of your meticulously planned out fantasies-turned-schemes?
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yep!!
lenaonme: wow what a surprise.
Violet-Sabrewing: Ah, it’s nice to see another one of your thoughtful plans play out successfully, Webbigail!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: thank you Vi!! 💖💖
mutant-krill!!!!: Hi Huey!! I miss you!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: I miss you too!!
moonlander-general: why are you so passionate about “mutant krill”?
mutant-krill!!!!: my dearest companion, Mitzy, is a mutant krill!!
moonlander-general: hmm. Understood slightly, may need more context in the future.
ICanDeweyIt: i’ll fill you in later Penny dw.
mutant-krill!!!!: Mitzy says hi, everyone.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hi Mitzy!!
Junior-Woodchuck74: Hi Mitzy!!
Adventure-Pilot: Hi Mitzy!!
aw-phooey: hi mitzy!!
Violet-Sabrewing: Hi, Mitzy!!
Violet-Sabrewing: Even though I have not met you yet.
mutant-krill!!!!: Mitzy says it’s nice to meet you, Violet!!!
mutant-krill!!!!: and I say that, as well!!
Violet-Sabrewing: It’s nice to meet you too, Fethry!
Junior-Woodchuck74: Isn’t it wild that some of our family has just straight up
Junior-Woodchuck74: never met each other
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yeah
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: We should have a big introduction party!!
TheCrashiestCrash: That’d be fun!!
TheCrashiestCrash: i’ll help you plan webs!!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Thanks LP!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: @ghostbutler @Junior-Woodchuck74 join the planning committee!
ghostbutler: hmm
ghostbutler: no.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: c’mon you’ll get to prove you’re a better party planner than Huey!
Junior-Woodchuck74: hey!
ghostbutler: i already did that.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Do it again, then!
Indy_Sabrewing: Excuse me, but is that not essentially the purpose of this chat?
Scrooge-McDuck: Ack, the lass is right. this newfangled tech cannot beat face-to-face interactions!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: 🥰
lenaonme: scrooge grandpa moment
aw-phooey: HAHAHAAHAHAHA
Scrooge-McDuck: excuse me lass
aw-phooey: scrooge grandpa moment
Scrooge-McDuck: DONALD DUCK
aw-phooey: hahahahaha
Scrooge-McDuck: I AM YOUR UNCLE
Scrooge-McDuck: Show some respect
Scrooge-McDuck: YOU TOO LENA SABREWING
lenaonme: 😔😔
lenaonme: 😘
aw-phooey: you lost my respect a long time ago and you know it
TheCrashiestCrash: You have my respect, Mr. McDee!!
TheCrashiestCrash: So do you Mr. Dee!!
aw-phooey: thank u launchpad
aw-phooey: you have my respect too
Scrooge-McDuck: Aye
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Aww how wholesome!
green-sharpie: this chat is wild
ICanDeweyIt: why dear brother, that’s the point!!
22: Chaos is not a desired concept, Dewey.
Adventure-Pilot: agreed Dew chaos is fun!!
ICanDeweyIt: Heck yeah Mom validation!!
Adventure-Pilot: mom validation is here anytime you want it, sweetie!!
ICanDeweyIt: sdfghgfds
Adventure-Pilot: but also I’m here to spite Mrs. B for changing my glorious name.
dr. mad scientist: wasn’t all that glorious
Adventure-Pilot: you’d better watch yourself, gyro. The prank war is back on!!
Blathering-Blatherskite: Dang, you scared him!! Gyro just got up and sprinted out of the lab!
Scrooge-McDuck: ARE YOU ALL TEXTING WHEN I’M PAYING YOU TO WORK
Blathering-Blatherskite: blathering blatherskite
Junior-Woodchuck74: haha
lenaonme: ssksksksksks
Blathering-Blatherskite: well I can’t very well say it out loud!
TheCrashiestCrash: wait why?
Blathering-Blatherskite: uhhh
Blathering-Blatherskite: gotta go Scrooge just stormed down to the lab
ihaveahead!!!: lol
Wine-Aunt: eh chaos can be pretty useful sometimes.
aw-phooey: @Wine-Aunt change your name there are children here
mutant-krill!!!!: wow that was fast Donnie!
aw-phooey: that’s what happens when you have kids, feth.
Adventure-Pilot: agreed.
22: agreed.
Scrooge-McDuck: agreed.
Indy_Sabrewing: agreed.
purpleisforthegays: agreed.
ICanDeweyIt: aw cmon uncle donald we all know what wine is
ICanDeweyIt: Louie’s even had it before!
green-sharpie: seriously dewford???
aw-phooey: WHAT
aw-phooey: LOUIE DUCK
green-sharpie: brb
Wine-Aunt: haha
ICanDeweyIt: @Wine-Aunt you sowed so much chaos!!
ICanDeweyIt: Teach me ur ways
Wine-Aunt: hmm i’ll consider it. how much will you pay me?
ICanDeweyIt: uhh
ICanDeweyIt: i’m kinda broke
ICanDeweyIt: i spent all my money on tickets to see the featherweights last month with lena
lenaonme: it was lit tho you have to admit that
ICanDeweyIt: true
ICanDeweyIt: @Wine-Aunt n e ways do you accept handwritten personal monologues?
Wine-Aunt: no.
ICanDeweyIt: darn it i have so many of those!
TheCrashiestCrash: I’ll take one, Dewey!
Violet-Sabrewing: Launchpad, you have 25.
TheCrashiestCrash: Oh right!!
ICanDeweyIt: what about being a guest on my coveted youtube talk show, Dewey Dewnite!!!
ICanDeweyIt: also available on TikTok!
Wine-Aunt: honey.
Wine-Aunt: you’d be lucky to have me on your show.
Wine-Aunt: we can add that to your package if you’d prefer?
ICanDeweyIt: uhh sure
ICanDeweyIt: uhh @Scrooge-McDuck @aw-phooey @Adventure-Pilot @22 @ghostbutler please give me money
aw-phooey: no way
22: No way
ghostbutler: no way
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Hi Duckworth!!
ghostbutler: hello Webbigail
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: :D
Adventure-Pilot: I’d give you money but I’m also broke
Adventure-Pilot: I was on the moon for ten years! i don’t have a job, remember?
ICanDeweyIt: oh yeah
ICanDeweyIt: uncle scrooge?
Scrooge-McDuck: it’s bad enough that Louie is consorting with Goldie and seeking her expertise. I will not support or fund your attempts to mimic him
ICanDeweyIt: wait that’s goldie?
ICanDeweyIt: as in AUNT goldie???
Wine-Aunt: this name is not for you.
Scrooge-McDuck: are you sure about that, love?
Wine-Aunt changed their name to wreathedingold
wreathedingold: if you must know, I lost a bet.
TheCrashiestCrash: to who?
Violet-Sabrewing: *whom
Scrooge-McDuck: yes, I would like to know who bested Goldie O’Gilt!!
Scrooge-McDuck: Aside from me, of course
wreathedingold: my granddaughter dickie
Scrooge-McDuck: oh
green-sharpie: >:o @wreathedingold is MY mentor dewford!!
green-sharpie: you already have mom!!
ICanDeweyIt: she can have two mentees!!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: correction:
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: she can have three
wreathedingold: @Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl i refuse to teach you just for that name
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: *surprised pikachu meme*
Scrooge-McDuck: Hey
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl changed their name to TheWebbedWonder
Scrooge-McDuck: HEY
TheWebbedWonder: how’s that?
TheWebbedWonder: Besides Aunt Goldie
wreathedingold: don’t call me that
TheWebbedWonder: i know you’re actually threatened because you think you’re the ultimate scrooge fangirl
wreathedingold: no
lenaonme: sksdkdkskd
TheWebbedWonder: Eh lie to yourself all you want
green-sharpie: daaaaaang webs!!!
green-sharpie: proud of u
22: So am I
TheWebbedWonder: Awww!! 💜💕💖💕💙💜💙💖💕
moonlander-general: why is no one talking about the picture Webby posted
moonlander-general: what is that thing
moonlander-general: is it an earth species??
ICanDeweyIt: PENNY DOESN’T KNOW POKEMON
ICanDeweyIt: @aw-phooey @green-sharpie @Junior-Woodchuck74 @TheWebbedWonder @Blathering-Blatherskite @TheCrashiestCrash @Lil’ Bulb THIS CALLS FOR AN INTERVENTION
moonlander-general: is this “pokemon” really that important?
Blathering-Blatherskite: YES
Blathering-Blatherskite: albeit I really need to get back to work
Blathering-Blatherskite: intervention postponed?
ICanDeweyIt: fine
ICanDeweyIt: like this message if you want to join the Teach Penny Pokemon Group Chat!
This message was liked by Junior-Woodchuck74, aw-phooey, Lil’ Bulb, green-sharpie, Blathering-Blatherskite, Scrooge-McDuck, Adventure-Pilot, mutant-krill!!!!, TheWebbedWonder, lenaonme, Indy_Sabrewing, TheCrashiestCrash, and Lucky-Gander
Lil’ Bulb: add Gyro to the chat
ICanDeweyIt: sdfgfdf ok
dr. mad scientist: do not
ICanDeweyIt: hehehe too late!!
moonlander-general: I did not like the message
moonlander-general: Do not add me to the chat
Adventure-Pilot: You can’t get out of this, Penny
Adventure-Pilot: it’s a coveted earth custom
Adventure-Pilot: also I need to catch up on the latest games
Adventure-Pilot: apparently it’s in the real world now???
dr. mad scientist: wow you are behind
Lil’ Bulb: good thing ur in the chat
Adventure-Pilot: wow rude
aw-phooey: @Lucky-Gander i c u lurking
Lucky-Gander: I am
Lucky-Gander: what was it you said green bean
Lucky-Gander: Vibing?
green-sharpie: YES
green-sharpie: good job uncle gladstone
Lucky-Gander: It was a lucky guess ;)
aw-phooey: of course
mutant-krill!!!!: Hi Gladdy!!!
Lucky-Gander: Hi Fethry!!
Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes
Scrooge-McDuck: what in dismal downs does that mean?
Lucky-Gander: I’m vibing on a yacht I won yesterday Uncle McDunkle
Scrooge-McDuck: So does it mean freeloading?
Lucky-Gander: I’m not
Lucky-Gander: I won it with my own money
Lucky-Gander: Ooh I just found $20
Scrooge-McDuck: Xandra, coveted goddess of adventure, give me strength to get through this
aw-phooey: 😳
wreathedingold: huh when did you turn religious?
aw-phooey: he’s not
aw-phooey: he’s just mad at me because Panchito, José, and I went on secret adventures with Xandra
Adventure-Pilot: YOU WHAT
aw-phooey: oh no
aw-phooey: @22 @ghostbutler hide me
22: no
ghostbutler: no
22: You dug your own grave
green-sharpie: finally I can stop running
aw-phooey: no you can’t louie
aw-phooey: watch your back
green-sharpie: heck
green-sharpie: @ICanDeweyIt this is your fault dew
TheCrashiestCrash: Hey Webster
TheWebbedWonder: yes LP?
TheCrashiestCrash: You should add Panchito and José to this chat
TheCrashiestCrash: They’re family too!!
aw-phooey: YES
TheWebbedWonder: for sure! @aw-phooey can I get their usernames? They’re not in the McDuck Family Database
Scrooge-McDuck: how did you get into that
Scrooge-McDuck: I did not create that for the intention of a blasted group chat
TheWebbedWonder: On a completely unrelated note, thanks for giving me access to the archives uncle scrooge!!! I really appreciate it!!!
Scrooge-McDuck: bless me bagpipes
Scrooge-McDuck: I don’t like this chat, but you’re family Webbigail. Of course you get access
TheWebbedWonder: SJDKSKFGSKDHGDSGDUSBDGSSBD
TheWebbedWonder: 💕💕💖💖💕💜💜💙💖💖💕💙💕💖💙💜💖💖💙
22: Scrooge McDuck if you have killed my granddaughter I will kill you
Scrooge-McDuck: noted
aw-phooey: i’ll pm you once I defeat dell and find louie @TheWebbedWonder
Adventure-Pilot: YOU WON’T GET AWAY FROM ME THAT EASILY
aw-phooey: yes i will
TheWebbedWonder: Thanks Uncle Donald!!
TheWebbedWonder: @wreathedingold will you mentor me now? I have a different name!
wreathedingold: you still have to pay me
Scrooge-McDuck: Goldie stop running cons on my kids
TheCrashiestCrash: I’ll mentor you Webster!!
TheWebbedWonder: Thanks LP!!
TheCrashiestCrash: anytime!!
TheCrashiestCrash: Our first session will be watching every single Darkwing Duck episode!!
22: Wait that is what we did last week
22: Is Launchpad mentoring me??
Scrooge-McDuck: HAHAHAHA
ghostbutler: HAHAHAHAHA
22: @Scrooge-McDuck @ghostbutler You would do well to watch your backs and sleep with one eye open. Bentina Beakley does not forget insults.
green-sharpie: ooooooo
ICanDeweyIt: *eating-popcorn-gif*
lenaonme: dewey no
Lil’ Bulb: @ICanDeweyIt come on
moonlander-general: I am pleased with the amount of combat sparked from this chat.
aw-phooey: i’m not
Indy_Sabrewing: Neither am I. This is concerning.
Violet-Sabrewing: What did you expect from the McDuck family?
lenaonme: uncle d you’ve been doing half the fighting
Lucky-Gander: Yeah Don you don’t have much of a leg to stand on here.
aw-phooey: tell louie and della to stop acting out then
Adventure-Pilot: You’re the one who acted out!
aw-phooey: oh no, i did stuff with my friends, the horror.
aw-phooey: kids, this is not an example for you to follow.
green-sharpie: darn it!
TheWebbedWonder: @TheCrashiestCrash sounds exciting!! I’m there!!
TheCrashiestCrash: Yay!! Mrs. Beakley can join us as well!!
22: no
TheWebbedWonder: @wreathedingold you’re still mentoring me though
wreathedingold: hmm let me think about that
wreathedingold: no.
TheCrashiestCrash: yes! I am the superior mentor!
new group chat: Teach Penny and Mom Pokemon Group Chat!!!!
3:02 pm
ICanDeweyIt created the chat
ICanDeweyIt added moonlander-general, Junior-Woodchuck74, aw-phooey, worldsgreatestinvention, green-sharpie, TotallyNotGizmoduck, Scrooge-McDuck, worldsgreatestadventurer, mutant-krill!!!!, Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl, lenaonme, Indy_Sabrewing, TheCrashiestCrash, worldsgreatestinventor, and Lucky-Gander
Junior-Woodchuck74: I am not going through this again
Junior-Woodchuck74: @worldsgreatestinventor @worldsgreatestinvention @worldsgreatestadventurer change
worldsgreatestinventor: ugh fine
worldsgreatestinventor changed their name to wildlymisunderstood
worldsgreatestinvention changed their name to Lil’ Bulb
worldsgreatestadventurer changed their name to universesgreatestadventurer
universesgreatestadventurer: HAH
universesgreatestadventurer: @wildlymisunderstood TAKE THAT
wildlymisunderstood: whatever
wildlymisunderstood: it doesn’t have the same ring to it
universesgreatestadventurer: idc
universesgreatestadventurer: i went to space so worldsgreatestadventurer is inaccurate anyway
wildlymisunderstood: well i built the rocket that took you to space so I should be universesgreatestinventor!
Junior-Woodchuck74: Do not change your name Gyro
wildlymisunderstood: it’s dr. gearloose
Junior-Woodchuck74: if you do I’ll make Dewey come over to the lab and give you his 2.5 hour powerpoint presentation about how brilliant High School Musical is
ICanDeweyIt: HEY
ICanDeweyIt: it’s a good movie!
Junior-Woodchuck74: Not as good as you think it is
wildlymisunderstood: fine
ICanDeweyIt: :(
ICanDeweyIt: why must you wound me like this dear brother
moonlander-general left the chat
ICanDeweyIt added moonlander-general
ICanDeweyIt restricted leaving
moonlander-general: Hey!
Family Group Chat!!!
5:37 pm
ICanDeweyIt: wow that killed the chat
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: uncle scrooge is having a crisis
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: he won’t let me comfort him :(
mutant-krill!!!!: oh no, is Uncle Scrooge okay?
22: He is fine. He just did not realize something.
22: something obvious.
lenaonme: sssdfgfds
Blathering-Blatherskite: wow, this is like one of M’ma’s telenovas!
Junior-Woodchuck74: @TheWebbedWonder why is Officer Cabrera not in this chat? She’s family too!!
green-sharpie: yeah she makes the best food for family gatherings
lenaonme: agreed.
22: watch yourself, Louie.
ghostbutler: agreed, Louie.
22: I will come for you too, Duckworth!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I don’t have her number/username, Dew.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I told you guys I have a whole list of people i’d add if I could!
Blathering-Blatherskite: I’ll pm it to you Webs once I get off of work.
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Thanks Fenton!
Scrooge-McDuck: now get back to work, Crackshell-Cabrera!
Blathering-Blatherskite: Right away, sir!
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2:34 am
Lil’ Bulb: anyone up lol
ihaveahead!!!: yea lol
dr. mad scientist: what the heck go to sleep
dr. mad scientist: heck
dr. mad scientist: heck
dr. mad scientist: heck u
dr. mad scientist: motherhecker
dr. mad scientist: @aw-phooey STOP EDITING MY TEXTS
aw-phooey: this is a family groupchat. with CHILDREN.
aw-phooey: ur a father u should understand
dr. mad scientist: what no im not
Junior-Woodchuck74: What about Boyd?
Lil’ Bulb: what about ME???
aw-phooey: huey go to sleep or i’m taking your phone
Junior-Woodchuck74: what?! I’m the good kid!
ICanDeweyIt: hey!
aw-phooey: that goes for you too dew
TheCrashiestCrash: Haha that rhymes!
dr. mad scientist: @Junior-Woodchuck74 if Boyd wants to live with me he can
Junior-Woodchuck74: He does
dr. mad scientist: well he hasn’t said anything
22: Wow you are dense.
dr. mad scientist: hey!
Blathering-Blatherskite: Oh dear
Blathering-Blatherskite: Huey’s right though Dr. Gearloose…
dr. mad scientist: you’re still on cabrera terms shut up
Blathering-Blatherskite: oh blathering blatherskite
ihaveahead!!!: lol
PM between worldsgreatestinventor and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl
3:01 am
worldsgreatestinventor: @adefinitelyrealboy
worldsgreatestinventor: that is boyd’s number
worldsgreatestinventor: add him if you want
worldsgreatestinventor: i don’t care
3:14 am
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: *wink emoji*
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m adding to my journal entries on the McDuck family that you are a father
worldsgreatestinventor: wtf webby you’re supposed to be asleep
worldsgreatestinventor: why am i in your journals
worldsgreatestinventor: erase my entries this instant!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: listen Dr. Gearloose
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I used to think that family means blood
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: but it doesn’t
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m family and so are you
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: so is Boyd, not because he’s basically your son but because he’s Huey’s good friend and now mine and the rest of the kids’
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3:23 am
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: sorry I didn’t mean to scare you off
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I’m not always great at social stuff
3:25 am
worldsgreatestinventor: you’re fine
worldsgreatestinventor: i’m not either
worldsgreatestinventor: i left you on read because i didn’t know what to say but
worldsgreatestinventor: thanks webby
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: anytime <3
read 3:26 am
group chat: Team Uncle McDunkle (les parentals)
Dadnald, Moneybags, acepilot, 22, purpleisforthegays, Indy_Sabrewing
4:56 am
Dadnald added worldsgreatestinventor
Moneybags: donald go to sleep
Dadnald: nah
worldsgreatestinventor: oh come on
Dadnald: accept it gyro ur a dad now
Dadnald: one of us, one of us
purpleisforthegays: One of us, one of us
acepilot: one of us, one of us
worldsgreatestinventor: oh thank god i don’t have to change my name
acepilot: i’ll make you change it just for that
worldsgreatestinventor: >:(
22: everyone go to sleep right now
PM between Scrooge-McDuck and Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl
6:48 am
Scrooge-McDuck: Good morning Webby darling!
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: good morning Uncle Scrooge!
Scrooge-McDuck: You mentioned you have a list of people you would like to add to the family group chat?
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yes, do you have any requests?
Scrooge-McDuck: Perhaps? I’m mailing a letter to my parents today, and I’ve decided to enclose smartphones so they can chat
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: YES
Scrooge-McDuck: Webbigail, I haven’t even asked yet
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: THEY CAN JOIN THE GROUPCHAT
Scrooge-McDuck: I take it they’re on your list?
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: ABSOLUTELY
Scrooge-McDuck: It’ll take a couple days to get through
Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I CAN’T WAIT
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Okay, so there are a lot of names here! here's a nice handy list. The way I designed the chat system is like discord, where you have one set name and you can change it for individual servers, if that makes any sense. The actual chatting part of it isn't like a discord server with separate channels, but a regular text group chat. Hopefully that's not too confusing!
Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74
Dewey: ICanDeweyIt
Louie: Lou / green-sharpie*
Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl*
Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald
Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags
Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot
Beakley: 22
Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash
Lena: lenaonme
Violet: Violet-Sabrewing
Duckworth: ghostbutler
Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood
Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite
Manny: ihaveahead!!!
Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb
Gladstone: Lucky-Gander
Fethry: mutant-krill!!!!
Indy: Indy_Sabrewing
Ty: purpleisforthegays
Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold
Penny: moonlander-general
*main
thanks for reading; I hope you enjoyed! This is mostly just a joke fic but yeah. It's really fun to explore the characters in this kind of low-stakes, fun setting.
btw, I don't usually do multichapter fics because I get long blocks of low motivation and energy, but I've already written two and a half chapters and this fic is by far the easiest to write since it's just silliness. I'd like to have started Chapter 4 before I post Chapter 2 but I don't wanna make you guys wait too long. So probably around a week or so.
Next chapter: Huey finally gets into the Team Science group chat (for no lack of trying on his part), Boyd joins the fray!
Chapter 2
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#ducktales fanfiction#my fanfic#wavey writes#webby vanderquack#gyro gearloose#huey duck#dewey duck#louie duck#donald duck#scrooge mcduck#della duck#violet sabrewing#ty sabrewing#indy sabrewing#fenton crackshell-cabrera
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Minty Fresh, Strawberry Sweet, Cinnamon Spice: chapter 4
Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.
@trainflavor tagged as requested :) And @zenniaphoenix, here’s the completed fic!
Chapter 3 | AO3 link
As soon as he detransforms, Adrien takes off running back to where he’d left Marinette and Kagami in his haste to turn into Chat Noir. But neither of them is there; the only sign that they’d been on that street at all is the melted ice cream that he’d dropped when Heart Hunter had found their street.
His heart leaps into his throat. Are the girls okay? If anything’s happened to them, he won’t forgive himself, even though Chat Noir has a duty to Paris and transforming to take down Heart Hunter had rationally been the best way to keep them safe – but maybe he could have made sure that they were safe and hidden before running off –
“Adrien!”
Adrien’s shoulders slump in sheer relief when Kagami rounds the corner, catches sight of him, and runs up to him, her short hair and red skirt billowing. He opens his arms to catch her but he’s not expecting her to throw her arms around his neck and practically suffocate him.
“I’m okay,” he chokes. When he takes a deep breath, the faint smell of her sports deodorant fills his nostrils; so different to Marinette’s scent of vanilla and strawberries, yet just as warm and comforting because of who it belongs to. “I found Chat Noir – he got me somewhere safe –”
“Well, you shouldn’t have left us in the first place!” Kagami lets go and steps back to cross her arms and scowl at him. “You just left me and Marinette there. You put yourself in danger. If you hadn’t found Chat Noir…”
How can he reassure her that he wasn’t in any danger as Adrien? He can’t; not without revealing himself as Chat Noir. Instead, he just takes her hands and looks her in the eyes. Cinnamon, is the first word that pops into his mind. He and Marinette really had been correct about her ice cream flavour.
“I’m sorry I made you worry, Kagami,” Adrien says. “But I – Marinette!”
Kagami whips around as Adrien waves at the pink figure that’s just skidded around the same corner, and a small smile crosses her lips at the sight of Marinette bolting down the street, cheeks red and black hair falling out of her pigtails. God, she’s so gorgeous. How had Adrien never noticed before? Sure, he’s always been aware that Marinette’s pretty, and he’s called her their everyday Ladybug, but he’s never noticed just how…radiant her soul is. She’s loud where Kagami is quiet, soft where Kagami is abrasive, poetic where Kagami is direct, and the sudden realisation that he loves both these girls so much and just as much as each other makes Adrien’s head spin.
“…hope you found a good place to hide,” Kagami’s saying when Adrien manages to pull himself out of his lovesick daze. “I couldn’t find Adrien, but Ladybug encountered me and helped me hide properly.”
“Of course!” Marinette says with a breathless laugh, scratching the back of her head. “I’m a pro at hiding from akumas. Between getting mummified by Pharaoh and knighted by Darkblade and hit by Reflekta both times, I kind of try not to be anywhere near them if I can help it.”
“I’m glad you’re okay, Marinette,” Adrien says in a slightly hoarse voice. Marinette’s cheeks pinken and she lets out an odd giggle and by god, again, how has he never noticed just how gorgeous she is?
“Tou yoo – you too!” Marinette babbles. She groans and facepalms. “Excuse my stuttering. You make me nervous. In the best way! Not in a bad way!”
Adrien lets a small grin slide across his face as he slips an arm around Marinette, whose cheeks darken to the colour of Ladybug’s suit. It’s not the first time he’s associated her with Ladybug but, well…she’d been Multimouse. He’d seen her with Ladybug. There’s no way they can be the same girl, not unless she’d somehow pulled off some epic trick, but he can’t think of how she could have possibly done so. And besides, it’s not fair to associate Marinette with Ladybug. Ladybug had rejected him once and for all and he’s moving on; moving on to Marinette and Kagami. A part of him will always love Ladybug, that much is true, but no way in hell is he going to hurt these two amazing girls.
He’s made his choice. He’s committed. Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi are the girls he picks. And it’s not like he’s losing Ladybug; as she’d said, he’s still one of her best friends and he’s irreplaceable.
“I always wondered why you stuttered around me,” Adrien says. “I don’t think you’re a freak for it or anything, by the way. You can’t exactly help it.”
Marinette lets out an explosive breath. “Oh, thank god. One of my nightmares was of you laughing at me and – well, I don’t think you’d laugh at me! No way! I just tend to get into anxiety spirals and catastrophise like mad.”
“Ah. Anxiety.” Kagami tilts her head. “I hadn’t considered that that could be a reason for your hesitance. I’m sorry for judging you unfairly, Marinette.”
“Well, you’ve got enough ‘no hesitation’ energy for both of us,” Marinette says with a nervous little laugh. Kagami smiles at her.
“Yes, I do. And you –” She turns and jabs a finger at Adrien, “– were in the middle of apologising to me for making me worry.”
“Oh!” Marinette’s eyes widen. “Did you – Adrien, were you okay?”
“Yeah! Chat Noir hid me,” Adrien says. “Anyway, as I was saying to Kagami…I’m sorry for making you girls worry. I thought I was helping by finding Chat Noir, but I didn’t think that I’d be worrying you. I guess…well, I guess I’m just not used to people genuinely worrying about me like that. My father worries about me, yeah, but his worry’s more of a ‘my perfect son is two seconds late, this is unacceptable!’ kind.”
Marinette and Kagami’s mouths droop after Adrien’s apology. In the blink of an eye, he’s got both girls clinging to him, and their arms also snake around each other but neither seems to mind. If anything, they seem to lean into each other as well.
“We’ll always care about you, Adrien,” Marinette says.
“And we accept your apology,” Kagami says. Adrien squeezes them both.
“Thanks, Marinette, Kagami. And…” He takes a deep breath. No going back now. “I ran into Ladybug just before she turned back, and I got to talk to her.” For some reason, Marinette stiffens in his embrace. “She was pretty cool about my crush, but she did pretty firmly tell me that it couldn’t happen. And I know I’m not going to get over her overnight but, well…I choose you. Both of you. I’m committing. Just feel free to slap me if I mess up and hurt either of you –”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of slapping you,” Kagami says. “I’ll just make you dread every fencing session of ours.”
“And I’ll make you paranoid of all the treats I bring you,” Marinette says into his shirt, her muffled voice slightly higher than usual. Adrien shudders, because Kagami is already a terrifying opponent when she’s not angry, and Marinette must be super angry to meddle with pastries.
“Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” he says. “Just tell me, at least? I don’t want to mess up and hurt you two without knowing what I did.”
“Deal,” Marinette and Kagami say before releasing him and stepping back. They exchange a look, and Adrien’s suddenly wondering if it’s too late to run, because there’s no way he’ll survive when both these girls team up against him.
“Uh, why do I feel like I’m going to be eaten alive?” he says.
“You go first,” Kagami says. “He’s full of nervous energy, just like you. I’d like him relatively calm before I try.”
Marinette pokes her tongue out at Kagami in return. Before Adrien can ask what the hell’s going on, Marinette’s reaching over to clasp his hands, lacing their fingers together, and she gives him a nervous little smile while biting her lip.
“I was, um, well…hoping you could kiss us. Only if it’s okay with you…” she says. Adrien’s stomach lurches, but not in a bad way; it’s much more of an oh god, I have two amazing girls to kiss way instead.
“Y-Yeah!” Adrien squeezes his hand. “It’ll probably be awful, though. Sorry, I’m just…you know, wrapping my head around the fact that I’m allowed to be with both of you. And the thought of being with you both is doing something to my insides. Not in a bad way, and I do want to kiss you, I just don’t want to let you down, because I know you must have been dreaming of it if you’ve been crushing on me for this long and I know Kagami’s got high standards and I –”
He’s cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips pressing against his own as Marinette stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. It’s not hard, not forceful, not demanding more than he wants to give; instead, it’s hesitant and light, inviting him to make the next move, to take it as far as he wants, with nothing more expected of him. And as he kisses back, trying to channel all his late-night air kissing practice while Plagg teases him mercilessly, it’s almost impossible to come to terms with just how much he loves it.
It’s far from his first kiss, or even his second. He owes those both to Ladybug, even if he can’t remember them. But kissing Marinette is right, like coming home after a long, hard day – home, not the cold, empty mansion in which he currently lives – to warm food and laughter and love. After a moment, Marinette lowers herself back down, and she squeaks and flushes bright scarlet as Adrien tries to recapture the brain cells that are leaking out of his ears.
“W-Wow,” Marinette says in a voice so high that every dog in Paris has probably been alerted. “That was – oh my gosh – I kissed Adrien –”
“Just remember to breathe,” Kagami says with an amused little smile. “If you pass out, Adrien and I will be so worried about you that I won’t get my turn.”
Marinette gulps and nods. Meanwhile, Adrien’s finally managed to scoop back his liquefied brain, although he’s got a sneaking suspicion that it’s just going to melt again after he kisses Kagami.
“Go for it!” Marinette makes a vague hand gesture. “I’ll just try not to freaking die over here.”
“If you’re sure?” Kagami says, still smiling like this is the funniest joke she’s ever seen. Marinette nods rapidly, so Kagami steps up to Adrien, who’s starting to wonder if he’s even going to make it out of this alive. His question is answered as soon as Kagami wraps her arms around his neck in a loose embrace and guides their lips together: no, he’s not going to survive this, not if he gets to kiss Marinette and Kagami.
Where Marinette had been soft and let him control the pace, Kagami easily takes the lead, awkwardly working her mouth against his but not uncomfortably; more in a way that makes it blatantly obvious that this is her first kiss, despite her self-assuredness. But, as commanding as she is, Kagami is never once forceful and demanding in her kiss, as one might have suspected from her personality. Instead, it’s like she’s taking his hand and pulling him along, leading and guiding but giving him more than enough room to object and slow down if need be.
It’s nothing like the time Lila had wrenched him in for that cheek kiss; she’d been overpowering and dominating, but Kagami’s force is far gentler and much more respectful. It’s like the whirlwind of their fencing matches, of their rebellions and escapes from their overbearing parents, and although Adrien’s thought this far too often today, he can’t deny it: it’s so different to Marinette’s kiss, yet equally amazing in the best possible ways. Maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to both Marinette and Kagami.
Adrien couldn’t say if Kagami’s kiss lasted longer than Marinette’s. All he knows is that when Kagami finally steps away to give him the space to process what had just happened, he’s not even sure if it’s the same year.
“Wow,” is all his mouth will say once he’s got some semblance of higher brainpower back. “Wow. Both of you. Just…wow.”
Marinette and Kagami laugh and grin at each other.
“I think we broke him,” Marinette says.
“I guess we’ll just have to fix him, then,” Kagami says.
“Oh my god.” Adrien nearly faints on the spot. “Stop it. I can’t handle both of you.”
The girls exchange another grin.
“I think you were right, Kagami,” Marinette says. “Sharing him is the best idea I’ve heard all day. It’s so satisfying to watch you break him.”
“It’s exactly the same for me,” Kagami says. “Maybe one day, I can break you too.”
Marinette whimpers and flushes scarlet again. Her face is so red that Adrien blurts out, “You’re utterly adorable, ma fraise,” before he can help himself, and Marinette blinks owlishly at him.
“Your strawberry?” she says.
“Um…yeah?” Adrien scratches the nape of his neck. “Because your flavour is strawberry? And your face is red like one right now?”
“Hey!” Marinette shoves him playfully, still blushing. “Don’t mock me!”
“Shall I defend your honour?” Kagami says. “I’m sure I could find another ladle.”
Adrien snickers and takes a step towards Kagami, who stands her ground with an amused eyebrow-raise. He leans in, brushes some of her dark hair away from her ear, and murmurs, “Challenge accepted, ma cannelle.”
He’s going to get absolutely murdered later. But oh, it’s so worth it to see how pink floods Kagami’s face when he steps away, because when does he ever manage to get one over her?
“G-Get me a ladle too,” Marinette babbles. “I’ll yefend dour – defend your honour too!”
The slow smile that spreads across Kagami’s face confirms Adrien’s suspicion from just moments before: he’s dead. But honestly? Death by two terrifyingly tough girlfriends doesn’t sound like the worst way to go.
#miraculous ladybug#ml fic#aotq fic#marinette dupain-cheng#adrien agreste#kagami tsurugi#adrigaminette#kisses#heart hunter#loveater#yeah it's just adrigaminette fluff#i think i got a cavity#adrien's not used to people caring about him#all the love for adrien
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Review Response, June 21-27, 2020
Well, I guess the DE update doesn’t exist. So I’ll see that story again in Valentine’s Day.
But a miracle has happened in this week, so... yay!
Destiny #017
1) Hi! I know, long time no see. I’m incredibly sorry for not reviewing sooner, but I guess better late than never, huh? In any case I’m here to stay! Reading this chapter reminded me of how interesting this story really is and I can’t wait to read more. But seeing as it’s been some time I’m going to reread it in order to freshen my memory (I decided to review anyways since I can still review the quality of your fic, which is as I remember, very good).
I admit when Peter first mentioned that Ruby was easy to control because of his lack of control over his emotions (and whatnot) unlike Sapphire, I was a bit confused. Wouldn’t it be the other way? I thought to myself, but then I remembered that Sapphire had done some growing up herself. She might’ve not had as much control previously but she certainly does now. As this was kinda proven later on when she was contemplating on what emotion she should be feeling at the moment. And this can be seen as indecision, but I rather thought that this was proving your previous statement correct and that this was her way of finding a little control of the situation.
Speaking of what happened a bit later, I was pleasantly surprised of Blue sparing Sapphire’s sanity. I always had hope in Blue despite her obvious turning... but this really proves that Blue can (and most likely will) realize that despite Peter’s kindness she’ll have to betray him because what he’s doing simply isn’t right. I realize now that she probably also followed him because of him brainwashing her, but I can’t remember this particular detail... damn maybe I should’ve reread this before reviewing. Ah well, I’m this far into it anyways.
In any case, although this chapter was short I fully enjoyed it. Especially Y’s inner monologue at the end. I do have a soft spot for light angst :’) (I’m sure you can call it that, right...?) so, thank you!
WELCOME BACK!! Yes, it’s always better late than never. After all, as I said before...
I’LL WAIT A THOUSAND SUMMERS!
For Ruby and Sapphire’s “control” issue, I was actually thinking about their little Hidden Power interaction. Sapphire has strong intuition and instincts, and is in full control of her senses. Or at least that was a part of it, anyways. This chapter was written years ago, so I don’t remember all the details. Hehe.
As for Blue... There’s a little character arc for her across all of my stories. If you read my stories in order of creation, you can kind of see it. First is when she’s neglected and is just rolling with it while feigning cheeriness (SE/SA/SR), but then it just piles up and she goes into depression (SA/SL/Destiny), then she kind of snaps and goes rampant (SL/Destiny), then she finds the one piece of true happiness in her life and starts to turn it around (Destiny), and eventually successfully attains happiness and stays that way (Destiny/Legacy). So you’re at the moment in Destiny where Blue has gone rampant but is trying to turn it around.
... I think I need to reread this story too. Hehe. I don’t really remember what happens in each chapter... except for a certain few, that is.
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Destiny #018
1) That’s... awful...
Poor Y, who was already suffering so much, both physically and mentally. She didn’t even get to hear X say what he wanted to say to her. And if they don’t meet again she’d live the rest of her life not truly knowing where she stood with X. Always filled with guilt. Such is the sadness of the situation, but I can still hope! Hope that Y will meet X again and he’ll be able to tell her his thoughts. Though come to think of it, poor X too. He’ll have to speak with his seniors and he’s obviously really uncomfortable with that and doesn’t even have Y around to help him.
Welp, to go to another depressing topic there’s also Sapphire’s situation to discuss. It is at the point not that disobeying Peter *would* be interfering with his plans, since it’s crucial that Sapphire be broken. Will Blue be able to disobey? Impossible to know, you can only hope that she does.
On another topic, after rereading the fic (oh god I’d forgotten how long this was, it’s truly amazing the dedication you’ve had for this fic) I kept thinking back to Peter’s “blank eyes” you mentioned in the earlier chapters. This is a vague and rather shoddy theory, but the only thing I could think that would be the cause of the blankness is him being brainwashed as well. This is rather obvious, but this leads to who might be brainwashing him. Clearly this would be someone (or something..?) that would benefit from the restoration of the legendary’s and this would bring us to suspect #1: Zygarde. Now, I haven’t actually read the XY arc nor played the game (ik ik but I can still have a fellow feeling for X and Y) so I don’t know what this dude is capable of, but I can assume that this is within the realm of possibilities. And it would make sense with the whole blinking lights thing that Blue noticed that was going on a couple chapters ago. ‘Cause I mean, why else would this random guy help the legendaries, it’s all just a bit too sketchy. I am no detective, so I think these are fairly obvious, but they’re all I have going for me right now.
This was a lovely chapter (writing of course, I can hardly apply that to the atmosphere), and I can’t wait to read the next one.
Poor Y indeed. Really. Poor Y... hehehe...
Destiny’s not THAT long, is it? ... 220 000 words... well, it’s not longer than SA which has 225 000, but... that difference is practically negligible. ... I wonder how long Legacy would end up... Anyways.
I don’t know if it’s obvious or not. I have a hard time with that. Sometimes I put in obvious hints in my stories and no one catches on. Sometimes I put vague hints in my stories and no one catches on. So I can’t tell if it’s subtle or blatant. I think for the Mega Hunter, there were a lot of subtle and blatant ones.
Now for Zygarde... well, the Neural Para... er... mind control is not really in its arsenal. Destiny’s plans were written shortly after XY games were released. Zygarde was kind of worthless there, but given what happened with Kyurem, I suspected that it would get a cooler new form. But then in SM, it turned out that its cooler new form was just a massive health buff. And it still gets annihilated by Xerneas, so... pfft. But I think I used its signature moves pretty well. Especially, say... Core Enforcer. Hahaha.
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Destiny #019
1) Ok, first of all, WHAT KINDA QUESTION IS THAT? How can I choose? Both options of your review survey thing are so sad... but after a moment’s thought, I think the second option is better. If Y were to continuously push herself then she’d just die. End of story. But with the second option, although incredibly risky and kinda pointless for X to go save her, the chances of them both staying alive are possibly higher, and Y would know Ax’s true feelings. This I think, would be what you referred to as the “happy ending”. Unless you actually said it outright that it’s the opposite and I just completely missed it.
But anyways I’ve spent enough on Y’s situation lmao. I think I might switch over to Blue now, because something has been nagging me for a while. I feel like slapping this woman. I know she’s partially under the control of Peter (or assuming that my previous theory is correct, Zygarde’s), but, murder? Thankfully she admitted this chapter that she was, in fact, NOT wanting to murder anyone. But when she let anger blind her she was quite willing to do away with Green. And she has reason! Was Green did to her was beyond shitty, but killing him is just a little overtop. And she tried to justify it by saying, “Peter is the only one that has been kind to me” so it’s ok that I betray even my closest friends whom I’ve known for years even if I haven’t kept much in contact (besides Silver smh). She clearly knows what Peter is doing is wrong and while I don’t think that anyone is a saint and everyone makes mistakes, I’m still thinking “come on”. Plus, it’s not difficult to see how Peter’s kindness is really just a way to benefit him. Though I can let that one slide since it’s easy to fool yourself.
Despite all that, later on in the chapter after feeling annoyance at Blur for seriously trying to blame Y for wanting to give X back *his* Mega Ring (plus why do they call it ring) just because it’d been a gift to her (and reminding myself that she also had reason to feel that way but whatever) it was very nice to see her being selfless. Which might be an awful thing to ask of her now, but it was the right thing to do. And that’s gratifying on its own, right?
I feel as if these reviews have started to just be me ranting at this point. Can you still enjoy these..? But honestly there isn’t much to review at this point. I’ve touched a lot on your actual writing in past reviews, and since it’s the same fic the style hasn’t exactly change. Though I can still admire how seamlessly you seem to write, even while changing point of views. Quickly changing scenes from something a little peaceful, to a battle, which you are able to describe in detail and yet still be engaging. Ah, I got kind of sidetracked, didn’t I? In any case all I have yet to do is speculate what’s going to happen next, but alas, I have no idea. I assume there’s a somewhat happy ending, with a final battle with Peter and the legendaries, not to mention the plot twist. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Huh? ... Oh right. The review survey. Hahaha. Second option, huh? I think I remember most people choosing that option. But... if you look at the choices, it seems pretty clear, right? And I just love to break expectations. Hehe...
Now, as for what’s happening with Blue, it’s explored a lot more in the upcoming chapters, with everything being explained in... 25? 26? And I do believe that all the issues you have will be resolved.
Hehe. Asking a girl, who after being neglected for years is finally trying to find some happiness for herself, to be selfless? How awful! Hahaha.
Of course I still enjoy these! Despite being called “reviews”, they’re more like “comments”, really. Just tell me what you liked about each chapter, what you didn’t like, what you hope to see in the future, what you don’t want to see, and/or just your thoughts/feelings while reading. So precisely what you’ve been doing already. It’s fine~! :)
I greatly look forward to seeing more!
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The Early Bird Catches the Worm
A/N: Very rushed fic but I didn’t wanna get the idea and lovelvy rp with @itzelbm-oc go to waste - thanks to my amazing betas - grammerly and God
The morning sun rays heat up exposed limbs as baby hair sticks to Brooke's sweaty neck. The clear air fills up her nostrils as she stretches her legs, enjoying the microscopic small moment of quiet in the royal garden after her last little cool down sprint. Her head is rainless for the first time in weeks. The heartbeat pulsing blood through her veins a state of calm rather than anxious anticipation.
Yet once she looks up from her current stretch, she spots another girl across the meadow. A selected according to the name tag she can spot from afar. "Who the heck is up at this time,” the blonde umbels to herself. Not mentally prepared for small talk this early. Her ponytail bounces from side to side as she shakes her head and continues stretching her hip and lower back muscles. Just focusing on her breath.
A way too enthusiastic 'Morning' by the other woman pulls her from her state of deep concentration. She glances up mid-stretch and slightly rolls her eyes before giving up on her cool down. So she gets back up again, preferring eye level to look the girl up and down in front of her.
"So the early bird really does catch worm", she observes with a raised eyebrow.
"That is correct", the brunette shoots back, "All we have to do is find out which one is the bird and whose the worm." The woman chuckles before introducing herself. "I'm Itzel by the way. I'm surprised someone would willingly, apart from those who work, wake up at this hour."
"I am Brooke whose body doesn't remember what sleeping in means," Brooks answers dryly, before adding with a sly smirk after a brief pause, "and just to make it clear, I am the bird."
The wink making her counterpart smile while indulging her in a metaphorical discussion about the worms and the birds.
So she isn’t the only one who is delusional at this hour.
"Although, if I recall the full sentence I believe it goes like this...the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. I think I fit being the mouse rather than the worm.” Lady Itzel says with a small smirk and winks back at her. Which spoils over into a discussion about alcoholic drinks bets fitted to be served with cheese.
The only conversation appropriate at sunrise.
“I mean I am more a whiskey kind of girl but wine doesn't sound too bad either and my only purpose is to have fun in this chaos I managed to find myself in. So if having fun means spooking little worms - I am all in.”
“Now that you mention it, you do look like a whiskey kind of girl.” The brunette raises her eyebrow - undeniably not the only one feeling the electricity in the air. “Is that so? Well, I hope you have luck finding little worms to spook because from what I've heard there aren't many these days. If not you should find other ways to find some fun in the chaos that has befallen you. So, I'm guessing you were having an early jog?”
“Yes, just finished my morning run. Needed to clear my head,” Brooke adds a bit soberer. Silently asking herself what else to do around here for fun.
“Me? Plans for fun?” Or not so silently. “Well, I started making a list on my way here. So far I've done a morning stroll, I've explored a bit. I mean you could read books? It depends on what you find fun. Are you an outdoor or indoor person? Maybe both? We can brainstorm together.”
I wasn’t prepared for that.
Brooke scoffs at Itzel’s suggestion, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I have read enough books for a lifetime.I feel like most mundane activities can be fun tho- with the right people around.”
Itzel’s laugh has a bitter aftertaste. “Oh my, pardon me for suggesting reading. I should've known you've read books beyond books.” A deep sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head. “I'm sure that's true. Talking with you surely is something I actually found fun. Believe it or not.” Brooke raises her brows in return, a bit taken aback by that statement.
How can people be so open to complete strangers?
Aber a brief pause the woman across her tilts her head, before asking: “Do you have any suggestions about what mundane activity can be run- if the right people are involved?”
“Camping is definitely one of them, making daisy syrup, baking, even just cloud watching. Even better when you cloud watch on a camping trip while eating hash brownies with self-made daisy scrip”, Brooke smiles and slightly scrunches her nose at the memories of biannual camping trips with the people she calls home.
“Those do sound like fun. Even better together. It's been a while since I thought about camping, making anything or baking, and especially cloud watching. It's said that if you look at the sky at least 10 times a day then you are happy in life. So far I have only looked up at the sky once for today.” A small smile graces her lips as she lightly hums, probably deep in thought. Meanwhile, Broke’s irises wander up - really taking in the sky. Could this seriously make her happy?
“Oh, karaoke! That can be fun! Or going on a hike. Ah, soccer. I love soccer.” The blonde caves in shock for a brief second at the sudden voice onset, before her face morphs into visible disgust at the mention of karaoke and soccer. Itzel only grins in return before continuing: “Eating is for sure something is fun though. I can't wait for breakfast.”
“It will be interesting to see how royals dine.” The words automatically spilling from her mouth as her consciousness buried herself deep in thoughts again. Just the word “royals” is a heavy one to roll off her tongue.
“There's going to be a lot of interesting things in the palace. The royals, the girls, and so many other things. One thing is for sure I think I'll stick around you Brooke. You seem fun and I need fun. Even if you do seem to dislike soccer and karaoke. I wonder if there's something we both dislike.”
This girl really does talk a lot - huh?
“There is a lot of stuff I dislike,” Brooke adds with a chuckle.
“That's fair. I mean there's a lot of things to dislike in this world.” Her head slowly bops up and down, adding a more serious note to her tone.
The birds seemingly agreeing with Itzel’s statement as they pick up their mating melody again.
“Rape culture is one of them. Freud the other.” The urge to roll her eye, one the blonde is unable to resist.
“I mean rape culture is definitely something to hate. And obviously Freud should be disliked more. His thought process was twisted and horrible. Just nasty! My dad once referenced to Freud and I still let him know there were plenty of other people or things to use than Freud.”
So we do have something in common. Nice.
“Every time I read his name my skin begins to crawl... I have no words for this man.”
“I don't understand why he's praised for his contribution to psychology. It's-” the brunette sighs and shakes her head at her loss for words. “Yeah, I'm speechless.”
Brooke couldn’t agree more with this statement. Her extensive studying of his work hasn’t made her question her previous view on Freud. Once an anti-Freudian, always an anti-Freudian.
“I feel like enough men loved supporting his misogynistic theories - and then there was Watson who started out trying to support Freud and became an anti-Freudian”. A burst of nasty laughter echoing through the royal gardens at the ridiculousness of this all. Itzel only adding to the choir.
“I still think men love his misogynistic theories to this day. I can't believe he's still someone we have to learn about. Sometimes it takes time to realize 'damn. Never mind this guy is a bastard.”
Brooke nods along. He may be a part of history but that doesn’t justify his glorification.
“On that topic. I don't think I remember ever learning about a female psychologist with major accomplishments. I am sure there are plenty - but a history written by men likes to erase them.” The blonde adds - properly giving into the discussion at hand.
“You're right! And if we did they barely mentioned them! Now I'm curious to look into that. Oh and philosophy, the course I spoke of one female philosopher. Just one among many men. I'm just glad there are some changes now.” Itzel elaborates with her delicate hands waving around. Each movement an additional message.
As the conversation shifts to women in STEM and how bright the future will look, Brooke can’t help but dream about her future. “Can't wait to be one of them,” she adds as she smiles. Her view shifts around - realizing that she isn’t sure anymore if that's part of her future.
“Well, I look forward to that. I am a strong believer that with hard work you'll be able to achieve anything. And I have a good feeling that you'll reach that goal. No matter what. And I can't wait to see you as a renowned philosopher”, Itzel adds as she looks up at the sky again, sighing deeply. Probably having a matching train of thought as the blonde. “Even if the future is unpredictable for now.”
Unspoken anxious whispers filling the air between the two silent women. Each of them fighting their own fear of uncertainty. A weakness Brooke prefers to keep behind her facade.
“At the mention of unpredictably. The distant future might be unpredictable but,” Brooke looks down at her sport outfit, “I have a feeling my maids will be mad if I show up late to breakfast or without "proper" clothes on.”
The upcoming spectacle of breakfast with the selected suddenly a welcoming distraction.
Itzel has a brief look at her own outfit and scrunches her nose up. “My maids may have a similar feeling. Especially since I wake up pretty early they arrive there early.” As her eyes focus back on the very neutral face of the blonde, she smiles at her counterpart. “Well, Birdy if you ever need any fun like making up a fake camping area we might find a place. Or maybe just to watch the sky then I'm all for it. Or maybe your daily jog. I hear it's better when you have competition.”
“I'll definitely hit you up on the last one cheeky mouse. It was nice meeting you.” Brooke pulls herself out of the building carousel of thoughts and winks at Itzel with one last grin. Itzel only scoffs to mask the smile creeping up on her lips again. “Nice meeting you too.”
Brooke Lynn turns around mid-sentence and makes her way back into the building with a light jog in her step. Silently repeating the much-needed directions. Second floor, right, right, left. Second floor, right, right, left. Second floor, right, right, left.
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fic: i never leave well enough alone [shadowgast]
Caleb and Essik, making out for science. The Mighty Nein are also there to walk in on them and embarrass them. A kissing fic, with some found family fluff thrown in to break the tension that could otherwise be carved up with a knife.
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a/n: I haven't even seen the episode yet (I'll see the VOD Monday) but I know a good ship when I see one.
They are studying, and they are talking, and Caleb has been distracted by the gold of Essik’s eyes for a while now.
Normally, dunamancy is a fascinating subject for Caleb, but he finds his attention wandering this afternoon in ways it hasn’t in over a decade. Not since he was a boy, noticing his classmate Astrid and the way her robes filled out in different ways than his.
Today, he’s distracted by a lot of things--the overbearing warmth in the room, to combat the stark cold of the Xhorasian winter outside. The way Essik must be warm, too--there is a gentle bead of sweat falling down the back of his neck, into his high collar. Caleb imagines following that bead of sweat for a moment. Essik has a lovely neck, long and slender, and Caleb can imagine himself kissing it, pressing hot lovebites into the drow’s dark skin. What do drow even look like, bruised? Would anyone even notice if Caleb left a trail of hickeys on his dark purple skin, or would it just be their little secret?
It’s not just his neck, either. It’s his mouth, too: his lips are full, and they look soft to the touch, and they move subtly, spellwork precise in the way it comes out (“ pro” “hibere” “tempus”), the verbal components soothing to Caleb’s ears. Somatic, too, in the way Essik moves his hands, tracing arcane patterns into the air. He has beautiful hands. Caleb thinks about his hands, and wonders where else his long and slender fingers may fit on Caleb’s body.
And his eyes, too--gold, like the center of a hot fire, and Caleb has always been attracted to a flame. They are small but vivid, in color and in shape, and they are staring at him now, intently.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?” The drow accuses, but his tone is gentle, teasing, coaxing Caleb out of his fantasy and back to reality.
Caleb rolls his eyes, and with the practiced ease of a student who has never once had to study, casts the spell he was only half paying attention to flawlessly.
His reward is a smile and a pointed look of pride on Essik’s face. “You are brilliant, you know? You’ve progressed further in mere weeks than what many have done in lifetimes. You are simply amazing .”
Essik runs his hand down Caleb’s shoulder and squeezes, and it’s too much for Caleb; the heat and the intensity of Essik’s gaze, the skin contact, the way their knees brush against one another underneath the table. He leans in swiftly and kisses Essik fully on the mouth before he can think better of it.
It’s a risk, but a calculated one, and he’s always been a fan of the potential rewards.
Essik’s lips are soft, softer than Caleb expected, and while the Shadowhand doesn’t pull away he doesn’t kiss back, either, and so Caleb moves away sooner than he wants. His gut wants to keep kissing, to grab and to hold the other man and kiss him until they are both breathless, but he stops himself.
Not yet. Not without permission.
“ Oh ,” Essik says, quiet at first, barely audible. “That was-- unexpected.”
“I apologize,” Caleb says, sitting back down in his seat, though his eyes still stare at Essik’s lips.
“No, don’t. It was not unpleasant,” Essik’s hand traces his own lips carefully, cautiously, curiously. “Merely unexpected. I have never, ah, kissed , like that,” He says the word kissed with uncertainty, like he has to think carefully about what the word means in common.
Caleb raises an eyebrow. “Ever?”
“Not with one like you, no,”
“Human?” Caleb offers, scooting his chair closer to Essik’s, so that one of his knees is in between his partner’s. The dark elf doesn’t respond. “Male?” he ventures another guess.
“One of those is correct. I’ll let you guess which one,” the Shadowhand whispers, playfully, a coy smile on his face. He moves his hand to Caleb’s face, caressing the soft patch of hair that’s begun to grow there in the weeks since he’s shaved last. “I would--I would like to try again, if you aren’t opposed.”
Caleb doesn’t respond; instead, he kisses him again, and is thrilled when the elven man kisses back.
This time, Essik is more present in the kiss, less shocked and more daring. He keeps one hand on Caleb’s face, caressing his cheek while the other wraps around the broad expanse of Caleb’s back across his shoulders. Caleb’s hands, for his part, find themselves drawn to Essik’s waist, his fingers catching in the loops of his belt.
They part only long enough to catch their breath before Essik stands, kicking his chair over in the process, and drapes himself instead into Caleb’s lap.
It’s too much; Essik kisses like a storm, like lightning in a bottle, precise, stunning, fast, and all of Caleb’s senses are on fire from the sensation. His vision is dark and blurred, only catching glimpses of white hair against dark skin as Essik nibbles his way down his chin.
--
Yasha doesn’t remember what she came into the library for, but it certainly wasn’t to catch Caleb in this compromising position.
...It is Caleb under there, although it takes Yasha starring longer than she intends to to discover that. It’s not her fault: Caleb is somewhat buried, his lap full of an attractive drow man straddling him in the chair.
There’s a chair knocked to the floor, and neither man is wearing their jacket. Caleb’s shirt--from what Yasha can tell, where she’s standing--is half unbuttoned, and his hair is a mess, stark red tangled from dark fingers.
They are just kissing, she reckons, but Essik is kissing Caleb like he wants to eat him, tongue first, and Caleb’s hands are firmly attached to Essik’s backside.
“...I’ll come back later,” Yasha tells the room in a whisper, her voice unheard, as she closes the door quietly behind her.
--
“Did you know Caleb’s kissing the Shadowhand now?” Yasha announces casually to where most of the Mighty Nein are gathered in the kitchen. "They're making out in the library."
“WHAT?” Jester squeals with delight, clawed hands covering her mouth in joy.
“WHAT?” Beau hollers, outraged, fist slammed on the table.
Fjord doesn’t react beyond trying not to choke to death on his salad, his face a new and unusual shade of green.
“Good for them,” Caduceus nods sagely, stirring his teapot without much concern. “Tea?”
“Yes please,” she nods to Caduceus, taking a seat between him and Jester. “I just walked in on them in the library. They seem quite attached to each other.”
Jester’s squealing gets louder (“oh my gosh oh my gosh ohmygoshhhh!!!”) and Beau seems even more outraged.
“The fucking library?” Beau howls, loud enough for the whole house to hear. It’s a good thing Nott and Yeza are out shopping, and that the rest of them were in the kitchen, minus the two in the library. “ I use that fucking library. That’s public property. I swear to god if they get sweaty boy shit all over those fucking books I’ll murder them both, those fuckers-- ”
And then Jester is up out of her seat and down the hall, and Beau is following fast behind her, and Fjord seems like he wants to crawl into his shirt and hide like a turtle as he pushes his bowl of food aside.
“Was I not supposed to say anything?” Yasha asks, more to herself than to anyone in the room, but Caduceus answers her with a cup of tea nonetheless.
“Nah, it’ll be fine. This is what families do, in my experience. At least that’s how I reacted every time one of my sisters brought a partner over.” He picks up his own cup and sips it. “Never really saw the appeal, myself, but different strokes for different folks.”
“Ah,” Yasha nods at his wisdom. Behind her, a door slams and there is a lot of yelling and screeching and a crash of what sounds like two bodies roughly hitting the floor. “Should I stop them?”
“In a minute,” Caduceus says with the sophisticated ease of someone who used to living in chaos. “Let them have their fun, first. Then we’ll go save poor Mr. Caleb from dying of embarrassment.”
“Or setting off a fireball in the house.”
“That too.”
--
Unlike Yasha’s quiet opening of the door, Jester slams the door to the library open with enough strength that they might should be concerned about the hinges.
“Caaayyyyleeeb,” she coos , her voice getting high pitched towards the end. Her voice and the door startle Caleb and Essik enough that they lose their balance in the chair, and Caleb lands flat on his back on the hard stone floor, with Essik on top of him.
“Oh my gosh, Yasha was right! You two were kissing,” she makes an exaggerated smooching sound, and Caleb can feel Essik stiffen on top of him, uneasy with the situation. For all that Caleb is certain that Essik likes him (as a friend, if not more, now), he always thinks that the elf has no idea what to do with the rest of Caleb’s friends, uncertain what to make of them. “How cuuuteee.”
Beau comes slamming in after Jester, and gods, they are going to have to replace that door. “Do not fuck in public spaces,” Beau yells, and, oh, it seems drow can blush, based on what little of Essik’s face Caleb can see buried on his shoulder. “New house rule, effective immediately, should have been mentioned earlier but we didn’t think about it. No fucking in any place where I routinely eat, sleep, read, practice, or bathe, or I’ll cut your fucking dick off and nail it to the wall.”
Caleb can feel his own face flush at that. “Get. Out.”
Jester scrunches her face at Beau. “But if they can’t fuck any place we sleep, then where are they supposed to have sex? Outside?”
“Get out.”
Beau shakes her head. “No sex outside either. I don’t want anyone to ruin the garden with that. They can fuck in Caleb’s roo-----oom, shit!”
He flings a firebolt at Beau’s head and misses, his aim made unsteady by the body on top of his.
That causes more squawking, this time about “fire safety!” and “don’t burn this house down too Caleb!”, and he feels Essik start to laugh quietly against him.
Luckily, his heroes arrive before he dies of embarrassment. “Okay,” he can hear Caduceus's calming voice come from that side of the room. “You’ve had your fun. It’s time to stop embarrassing Caleb now.”
He hears Beau shriek in protest, and then Caduceus must pick her up somehow, because she starts screaming about being carried off until Caleb can’t hear her voice anymore. He still hears Jester’s giggling though, and heavy footfalls until she, too, starts complaining about how Yasha is ruining all of her fun.
He hears the door shut tightly, and thanks whatever gods are out there that they are alone now.
He feels Essik roll over on top of him, and groans a little, his back bruised from their fall. “We broke your chair,” Essik says, sitting up off of Caleb properly and onto the stone floor. He looks--undignified, and young, but still terribly handsome, as Caleb takes a moment to stare. His stark white hair is in disarray, and his tunic is off-center, and his gold jewelry tangled. It’s the most like a mess Caleb has ever seen him, and he must confess, it’s a good look on him. It makes Caleb wonder, briefly, about other times when Essik might become disheveled, and how Caleb might help him get there.
Sure enough, there is a broken splintered wooden chair nearby. He offers Caleb a hand to help sit up, and Caleb finds he’s reluctant to let go now that he’s sitting up straight. He leans his back up against the leg of the table, and offers Essik what he hopes is a charming grin.
“We can fix it. Jester knows mending,” he breathes in deep, and takes a moment to recollect himself briefly. “That was fun though, yeah?”
He get a soft smirk in return. “I can think of less enjoyable ways to spend an afternoon.” Then Essik bites his lip, his eyes glancing up and down Caleb’s form. “I can think of more enjoyable ways, too, though.”
Caleb feels his face flush, and he wants to ask like what, coy and flirtatious, and he wants to lean over and kiss him again, on the floor under the table, for hours at a time. He wants to peel off Essik’s tunic and see what he looks like underneath his many layers of clothes, to see if his skin is that dark purple color throughout.
He probably shouldn’t, though. Not today. Caduceus and Yasha can only distract the others for so long, and besides, Nott will be back soon, and that’s a whole different interrogation to get through.
So instead he grins, charming and boyish, and says, “Like, four hours of uninterrupted time in a library with a good book?”
That gets him a hearty chuckle, and gosh, the Shadowhand is pretty when he laughs. Caleb’s face should not be this flushed; he is not some inexperienced teenage schoolboy, and yet the rapid beat of his heart seems terribly, achingly familiar.
“Among other things,” Essik smiles, and kisses him, softer this time, just a gentle press of lips against his. Where as last time was all passion and fire and shocked skin, this one is gentle, like a feather tickling the skin, and it ends quickly. “I should probably go, though.”
Realistically, Caleb knows he has to leave; that Essik has a job and a life outside of kissing and tutoring Caleb in magic, but right now the idea seems unfair, cruel and senseless, just another way of punishing Caleb for his past crimes. “Tomorrow, then?”
Essik bites his lip, and kisses him again. “I think I could find the time,” he promises, and there’s another kiss, deeper, and Caleb can taste his tongue. “We could maybe actually study, this time.”
Caleb wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer with another kiss. “Or we could explore those,” he’s interrupted with a kiss, “those other things you were talking about,” there’s another kiss, another clashing of tongues and teeth, until they find they need to breathe again. “I have ideas.”
“A locked door might be nice,”
Caleb kisses into Essik’s grin. “I think I know where to find one.”
If they don’t stop kissing now, they may never stop, and while Caleb can think of worse things, he also doesn’t want to get Essik in trouble. He pushes him away slowly, savoring what he plans to be the last kiss of the night. “You should probably go though,”
“Right,” Essik breathes heavily, still staring at Caleb’s lips. “I have a meeting. With the Bright Queen.”
Caleb reaches over, and straightens out Essik’s tunic, and rehooks the gold chain that had come undone around Essik’s ear. “Sounds important.”
“It--it could be more important,” Essik stutters as Caleb stands, offering him a hand up as well. “It could definitely be more important.”
“You don’t want to be late, though,” Caleb picks Essik’s cloak up off of the table, wrapping it around the gentleman’s shoulders. “I doubt the Bright Queen tolerates much tardiness.”
“You’re right,” Essik confesses, and looks down at his shoes. “I don’t want you to be right, but you’re right.” They haven’t stopped touching each other, Caleb’s hands on Essik’s shoulders, and Essik’s hands on Caleb’s waist. “I just want to keep kissing you.”
With a stronger willpower than most, Caleb leans into the embrace, and kisses Essik carefully on the cheek. “Tomorrow, then.” He lets go then, and squeezes Essik’s hand tightly instead. “I’ll walk you out.”
They leave the library hand in hand, and dream of better tomorrows.
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Notes:
unpictured: Caleb's walk of shame back inside to be interrogated by the Mighty Nein.
also unpictured: Essik doodling cartoon hearts with Caleb's name in them during his meeting with the Bright Queen
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>> some of my absolute favorites ! like and reblog if you save and enjoy ! happy reading and give some kudos to these amazing writers ! always feel free to send me some of your favorites ! ! <<
>> There is a bit so for your convenience they are in alphabetical order ! The ‘s’s are some of my all-time favorites ! ! <<
>> min yoongi x park jimin <<
All the seasons of your love - 5k+ [college au]
The movement in the library was still slow in the first week, so Yoongi could easily remember the few people who came by. That's why he pays so much attention to a certain dark-haired freshman who walks in on a Wednesday afternoon - or at least that's what he tells himself. He goes over to the front counter and asks Yoongi for directions to the Economy 101 session and, God, his voice is as sweet as his eye-smile.
Or how librarian Yoongi fell head over heels for cute freshman Park Jimin who, unfortunately, was very much straight - or so Yoongi thought.
Bon Voyage - 47.9+ [tourist! au]
Yoongi was meant to be taking the trip of a lifetime with his boyfriend. But now he's in Paris, alone and miserable. That is until he collides - quite literally - with one Park Jimin.
Boys who talk shit - 26k+ [college au]
When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn't really expecting to be the only 'straight' (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.
Chaotic episodes in A Place of Love and War, where Yoongi learns all about True Love via Park Jimin, Music and Marriage. Sort of. Brain bleach and earplugs are strongly recommended.
Conflicting arrangement - 162k+ [fake boyfriend au]
"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."
"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."
"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan," Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."
Cotton Candy - 240k [high school rock band]
"He could get used to sitting next to Yoongi like this. To have him around. To have the band around. To smile and feel happy. To see Yoongi sitting in front of an instrument and having him play just for him.
'If this was my happy ending,' Jimin thinks, resisting the urge to lean his head on Yoongi's shoulder, 'if I wasn't who I am, I'd just let you have me whenever you want. You could have me anytime.'"
As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink-haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs
Daegu drift - 53k+ [motorcyclist / playboy au]
Jimin stops in Daegu for a big motor show and gets caught up with the locals. Specifically one Min Yoongi.
Sneak Peek:
Yoongi has his arms folded as he stares Jimin down.
“Are you going to join the rally, or not?”
Jimin takes his time answering because he likes the way Yoongi is looking at him. “Sure. I guess it could be fun. But you do realize none of you have a chance against a Bugatti, right?”
“It’s not the car that wins the race,” the other man says. “It’s the driver. You could have the fastest, best-equipped car in the goddamn universe, but if you’re a shit driver, it doesn’t make a difference.”
Goodbye from lonely - 65k+ [uncle yoongi!]
Park Jimin works two jobs that he loves and is going to college to get his teaching degree.
Min Yoongi is a personal assistant who hates his job and spits in his boss' coffee every day.
Kim Taehyung has been infatuated with his clueless co-worker for the better part of a year.
Jeon Jeongguk has a three-year-old daughter that he'd do anything for.
Somehow the tiny human brings them all together.
Or
Tae is in love with Kookie -> Kookie's daughter takes Jimin's ballet class -> Yoongi is Kookie's stepbrother -> Jimin and Yoongi meet because of Kookie's daughter.
In your eyes (it’s where I wanna be) - 5.5k [coffee shop! au]
Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about the danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.
(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)
Inked flowers - 6.4k [tattoo artist / florist au]
Something stopped him. A sound of a piano. He looked around and saw a light coming from the window on the other side of the street. On the third floor was an open window. A light and the sorrowful sound of a piano flew out of the room. Jimin looked closer and saw a figure or at least a top of someone's head.
The melody was so sad and sorrowful that Jimin wanted to cry. He started thinking, what could possibly go inside that person’s head? What were they thinking? Jimin just hoped that they weren’t sad and alone.
(let me see you) get high then low - 4k+ [photographer/model au]
"The light-haired model is the kind that fascinates Yoongi, and at the same time, he prefers to steer away from. He's all smiles and flowers, drawing you in with his cuteness until he's not anymore. Suddenly, he’s something else entirely; he's that false calm, the ocean that looks smooth on the surface but will drag you down to its depths if you dare to touch it."
or
Min Yoongi works in a photography studio with some (very questionable) friends that can't get any work properly done without making a bit of a fuss.
Park Jimin is a model handcuffed against his will and bored. Also a little bit horny, maybe.
Math Tutor - 11.7k [bad boy! yoongi]
Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.
Maybe I hate you can be our always - 35.9k [enemies to lovers]
When Yoongi thinks about it, really gives it genuine thought, it's possible that Park Jimin isn't the worst person in the world.
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(Or, Yoongi and Jimin get off on the wrong foot.)
Ode to yoonmin - 4k+ [texting]
yoongi and jimin are in very much in love but they're the only ones who don't know it
OR
chat fic with a bunch of bad jokes and memes ¯\_(ツ)_/
Out of my system - 101.6k+ [one night stand]
Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club
Standing on the brink of 376 - 42.9k+ [street racing]
When Taehyung woke him up at three AM to go to a street race—an illegal one, no less—claiming it would help his social anxiety, Jimin never actually expected it to do much for him, except maybe make him cry hysterically. He found that he really wasn't too far off-kilter with that assumption, but it was only after he'd suffered through countless bouts of insecurity that he realized, hidden behind each stuttered breath, every inevitable tear, every spark of unavoidable fear, and even the customary cloud of cigarette smoke itself, lay a tremendous amount of affection for a certain platinum haired street racer that he can't even begin to justify. But when his opinion of fact, fate, and even life itself continues to blur with each push of the gas pedal, he thinks he just might be able to forgive himself for falling in love with a criminal, when the nonsensical moonshine of the present mutes the anxiety that had been a constant within his heart up until this November.
Strawberry lube - 82.7k+ [college au]
Yoongi remembers little to nothing of their crazy drunken night out. But of two things he's absolutely sure, one: he's not gay, two: he just slept with Park Jimin
The Paradiso Lounge - 192k+ [photographer/stripper au]
“Do I have to pay you for that service?”
This isn’t a dream (let me love you) - 26k+ [highschool au]
As captain of his high school’s basketball team, Min Yoongi dedicated all of his attention to his team and their games. His focus on the game never waned, not once for anything or anyone.
Well, until head cheerleader Park Jimin flashed his abs during a solo cheer and made him fuck up his shot
Trying to Behave (but you know we never learned how) - 329k+ [non-idol! au]
It's been years since Yoongi's last seen him and the younger boy is a shell of his former self in a way that makes his heart twist in his chest. And yet, after all this time and countless days of convincing himself to let him go, he's still unconditionally, head over heels in love with Park Jimin.
(Jimin and Yoongi grow up together.)
Valentino Summers - 657k+ [‘80s gangsters]
Whether or not Jimin was smuggling drugs really didn’t matter. He was hustling, and these days that was all there was to it.
Hustle and survive or struggle and die.
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Driving Lesson
I’ve fallen behind on posting fic oops SO let’s take a break from the Angst ™ and have some early relationship flirting~
(the fic is about 5 pages long heads up)
It had started as idle conversation. She didn't even remember how they'd gotten there.
"I used to drive. But it's been a few years. Once I left my parents I never ended up buying a car...didn't really need it." Wendy explained, shrugging a little.
"Hm. You wanna drive Bessie?" Philly asked, visibly surprising Wendy.
"Wh-what?!" Wendy responded on reflex. "But she's, I mean, she's your baby!"
"Yeah Philly, what gives? I had to practically beg before you let me drive her!" Casey chimed in from the backseat.
"That's because you're not the most stable, short stack." Philly snapped back at Casey, looking annoyed at the interruption. "Remember when you popped the hood and almost ran us into a truck?" He growled.
"Y-yeah..." Casey quieted down.
Philly turned to look at Wendy. "Bessie may be my baby, but you're my babe." He grinned at her, turning on the charm with his silly remark. Wendy giggled, and Casey rolled her eyes. Human flirting was so...stupid and inefficient and pointless. She liked it better when one of them was embarrassed and red. Just the thought made her snicker a bit.
"I...appreciate the offer but...like I said it's been...years." Wendy scratched the back of her head nervously. "A-and never anything so large as Bessie! It's quite intimidating."
Casey figured that would the end of that. She still didn't understand why Philly had even offered for Wendy to drive. It seemed out of character. So she couldn't help but let out a startled sound at his next words.
"Don't worry about it, I can teach ya." He said, gazing at Wendy with a mischievous smirk.
Casey peered up over the seats in disbelief.
"R-really? Are you sure?"
"Positive. C'mon, it'll be fun." He pulled the car off the side and put it in park, turning to give her his full attention, resting his elbows on the side of the car as he faced her.
"Hm?" Sam opened her eyes, blinking. "Why did we stop? Is something wrong?"
"Philly's gonna teach Wendy how to drive Bessie." Casey answered, sounding a bit put out.
"Really? That's wonderful!" Sam replied.
"Er, well, I-I mean, we hadn't decided that-" Wendy chimed in nervously, trying to correct the situation before it got out of hand.
"See? Even Sam thinks it's okay to take time to do that." Philly added, smirking even wider. "It'll be fine."
"Can I learn too?" Sam asked, looking excited.
Philly's face dropped to a scowl instantly. "No fucking way, you get us into enough trouble without being in charge of how we get there..."
"He's flirting, Sam." Casey said bluntly, smiling.
"H-HEY! Am not! I just trust Wendy to drive, that's all! It's good for her to learn!" Philly yelled defensively, shooting daggers at Casey. His cheeks were a bit pink despite his denial. Wendy looked away, feeling her own cheeks warm. Geez...
"Anyway, why don't you go fix the tv or whatever, huh Casey?!" Philly continued, eager to get rid of the snarky bot.
"Oh, yes! Can I watch Casey? I'd love to see how to fix it!" Sam asked eagerly.
Casey thought for a moment, but the allure of fixing things was greater than the allure of heckling Philly. "Okay! Have fun with driving, Wendy!" She waved before going into Bessie's interior, Sam happily following.
"Ah...I guess that's that then." Wendy commented as the two bots disappeared.
"What...are you nervous? I won't get mad at you unless you do something really dumb, I promise." Philly replied, pouting a little at her reluctance. "Or do you...not wanna...have me as your teacher?"
"N-no, it's not that! I...I dunno why I was so resistant." She sighed. "Alright." She stood up forcing her face into a determined expression. "I'm ready."
"Great. Bessie is pretty much like any other car when she's in drive mode, so as long as you remember that you might as well just give her a try." Philly explained. Wendy nodded, listening intently. She waited for him to stand up, so she could sit behind the wheel. "Since you're so nervous though, I figure we'll make it easy for me to take control if you get freaked out, yeah?"
"That...sounds reasonable." Wendy responded, though not understanding what he meant by that.
Philly spread his legs and leaned back, patting the seat between his legs. "Have a seat then."
"Huh?" Wendy said reflexively, as her brain processing the suggestion. "HAAAA?!" She turned a fierce red, only exacerbated by the smirk she saw spread across Philly's face at her reaction. "Y-you can't, you cannot, you can't possibly be s-serious!!!" Her heart was pounding. This was awfully forward given how long they had (or rather, hadn't) been dating.
Philly nodded. "I sure am. Don't be shy." He chuckled a bit.
Beet red, she swallowed, and walked tentatively over to stand in front of him. She looked back at him for a moment before sitting down, just barely on the edge of the seat, avoiding touching him too much. She squeaked as he leaned forward, reaching his arms around her to put them on the steering wheel.
"Go ahead, put your hands on the wheel." He said, his voice so close to her ear making her shiver a bit. "Are you cold?"
"I'm fine! Haha just. Shiver sometimes. You ever get that? The weird tingly shiver? You know?" She rambled a bit before placing her gloved hands on the wheel, with Philly's next to them.
He laughed a little, and she fought back another shiver at the throaty laugh. This whole situation was...well, it was unreasonable. She was certain this was just a ploy to be so close. On the other hand...she didn't find she minded so much, aside from being shy about being so close...the way he seemed to be enjoying the set up was certainly attractive.
"Alright, go ahead and pull back onto the road then." Philly said lazily, still smirking.
Wendy tentatively gassed the car, getting back onto the road, slowly. After a few moments, Philly encouraged her.
"You can go a little faster. Don't worry, Bessie's tough, and I'll be here to help you through anything difficult that comes up." Philly added.
"Mm." Wendy picked up speed as Philly instructed. The road was fairly straight, and long, and boring...after a few minutes, Philly's hands left the wheel, and came to rest on her. One on her leg, and one on her hip.
"You're doing great, Wendy." Philly pressed his face into her hair for a moment. "I should let you drive instead, heh."
"Ha, well, that'd be all fine for, fine for you, but this is a little boring. It's just. Flat. And straight. And empty." Wendy had twitched a bit at the unexpected touches, but settled into them quickly enough. Her heart pounded for some reason. The feeling of him breathing softly onto her neck, his arms still wrapped around her, hands resting on her body...
He laughed. "Yeah it is pretty boring, isn't it?" She heard a certain tone in his voice that made her sweat a bit. "But we can make it interesting..." She gripped the wheel tighter as he pushed aside her hair, kissing her neck.
"B-but, but I, the road-"
He ignored her protests, his other hand drawing circles on her leg. "Like you said, it's boring. Just drive straight. Nothing to it." He whispered into her ear. "You're doing so well, after all, my good girl."
She was certain she was bright red. She was also certain that if she had to do anything other than drive the car straight, she wouldn't be able to do it very well at this point.
At that moment, Sam came up from the interior. "The tv is fixed!" She announced happily. "Casey did such a good job."
Philly tensed, annoyed that the moment had effectively been obliterated by Sam's entrance. Wendy squeaked but continued driving, staring straight ahead, grateful for the distraction, though given the option she would likely have leapt from Philly's lap. Sam didn't really understand flirting and why this would be embarrassing, or why flirting happened, or what romantic feelings were. So who knew what would come out of her mouth. And Casey...Casey liked to tease.
Sam took in the scene before her. To their relief, what she said was on the better end of things. "Wendy's been driving this whole time? That's amazing! Your driving is smoother than Philly's!" Sam clasped her hands together, smiling.
"Thank you! I'm, um, trying my best!" Wendy replied, unable to stop from smiling.
Philly scowled, turning back to look over the seat at Sam, and bringing his arms with him. Wendy found herself both relieved and disappointed.
"You saying...my driving sucks?" Philly asked, squinting at her.
"Not at all! Your driving is above average. But Wendy's driving is smoother, if not slower." Sam replied concisely with a smile. Wendy snickered.
Philly scowled for a moment longer, but then shrugged. "Whatever. Well, go back and watch some tv then." He turned away, resting his elbows on the seat, not quite willing to go back to what he was doing earlier with Sam still there, but hoping to convince her to go away.
"Oh, no, that's for tonight when you're sleeping!" Sam responded, sitting down in the front passenger seat now that it was vacated. Wendy opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, deciding to see how Philly handled the situation. "Is that a comfortable way to sit? I've never seen you two sit that like that before."
"Of course it's comfortable or we wouldn't be sitting this way." Philly snapped back, annoyance growing to irritation. "It's for learning how to drive."
"Is it." Wendy murmured.
"What was that?" Philly replied, leaning his head over her shoulder to glare at her a little.
"I didn't say anything." Wendy made her best innocent face.
"Wendy I'm so impressed with your driving!" Casey appeared from the interior as well. As she saw the seating arrangement, she grinned. "What's this about?"
"It's for learning!" Sam explained before Philly could respond.
"It's true." Wendy added, enjoying needling Philly. She felt his hands slide onto her legs again, giving a gentle squeeze.
"So shut up about it, both of you." Philly added, laying his chin on Wendy's shoulder with a sigh and a defeated expression.
"It seems like some rather advanced flirting-" Casey began.
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP ABOUT IT, DIDN'T I?!" Philly yelled, glaring at Casey.
"Is it advanced flirting? I don't know very much about flirting." Sam added, turning her gaze to Philly curiously.
Philly growled. Wendy started laughing. She took one hand off the wheel to cover her mouth, she was laughing so hard.
"Take the- take- take the wheel." She managed to gasp out to Philly through her laughter. He looked at her with confusion and disbelief, but moved his hands onto the wheel. She clutched at her stomach, still cackling. Finally she stopped, wiping a few tears away. "That was fun. Alright, I'll drive again."
Philly rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide his smile at seeing her laugh so much. He handed over the wheel, settling his hands on her thighs again.
The car and it's occupants returned to a semblance of normal...for now.
#fic#eternal roadtrip#THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY PHILLY IS A FLIRT#HE'S REALLY GOOD AT THIS KINDA THING WEJKFHEWJFHWJEK#he loves the flustered react#it's just if you go at all farther than this HE'S the flustered one hehe
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Deadly Dreams
a Hacy fic, warning this is a bit long.
Harry tiredly shuffled to his bed in his condo, he was extremely exhausted from today’s demon hunting and his powers were seriously depleted due to the elaborate plan Mel came up with to defeat a siphoning demon who smoked away. He also needed to regain focus before he did something embarrassing like orb 1000s of miles away again, he was barely retaining a grip on his orbing.
Ironically the cause of him being unfocused is one of the people he was supposed to be focused on. Macy Vaughn, his charge. It had been 7 months exactly since they removed the source from her body. She still had demon in her, but it seemed to have not made her act erratic as much as it did. Harry suspected since her powers had become unbound her pent up demonic side became unbound too and unlike dear Maggie’s former beau, Parker, she didn’t have years to control it enough so that she did have her evil attitude moments, which Harry would never admit he found it, in the kids terms these days, super hot.
Harry really hated the fact that once again his romantic soul found another object of affection to pine after. He really hated that it was his own charge, which is worse than before when it was just his charge’s older sister.
Harry forced himself to get out of bed and take a hot relaxing shower to get his mind off things. The hot steaming water hit his muscles and he sighed in content, he was fine until about 10 minutes into his shower a curly haired beauty popped into his imagination. Harry snapped his eyes open as he felt warm, not from the water and tried to focus on other things. Yuck like the Harbinger’s gross face or that film douchebag’s extra dudebro speech. Hm, he really needed to stop picking up the girl’s Lingo.
He finished up his shower and went to his kitchen to have a relaxing cup of tea before bed, he received a special breakfast request and goodnight text from Maggie in the group chat she made for them the “Vera-Vaughn-Vera Sisters+Brother” chat. The other sisters responded to Maggie and Mel told him to make sure he rested up and don’t mind Maggie, who responded with puppy dog eyes emoji. Harry texted back he’s up no matter what and he’d be happy to make something new for Maggie. Harry trotted of to bed and fell asleep.
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“Earth to Harry! Hello, you in there?” Mel was waving her hand in front of his face when he snapped his eyes open. He didn’t remember getting out of bed.
“I, uh, I’m sorry.” he stuttered.
“What are you sorry for? You were standing there with your eyes closed for like a minute and didn’t respond. I thought you kicked the bucket.. again. Macy would have a fit if you did.” Mel said helping herself to coffee.
“Macy? ah uh, no. um. Sorry It was a whitelighter thing, I felt one... die.” He lied.
“Aw Harry I’m sorry, I forgot you guys can feel that stuff.”
“Yes, well it happens.” Harry was very confused at the moment, and trying to act normal. Mel said her goodbye grabbing her breakfast sandwich, which he must have made, on the way out. 30 seconds later Maggie skipped down into breakfast. “Harry, aw you made those breaded eggplant breakfast sandwiches I asked for, aw you’re the best big brother ever.”
Now Harry knows they have fatherish brother and sister bond going but he only remembers her calling him her honorary sister once and brother on the group chat title. Before he could ask, in walked in Macy.
“Hurry up and eat your breakfast Maggie, I don’t want to be late dropping you off.” Macy said walking towards Harry. Maggie said a muffled ok through her munching.
“Hey you, Macy.” Said getting closer to Harry.
“Macy, hi-”
She kissed him, it was a peck on the lips. Harry stared, while she smiled at him and then he pulled her back to him and kissed her longer and with more passion.
“EW! In front of my sandwich?!! Get a room!” Maggie shrieked. Harry broke off his kiss from the eldest sister. He expected Maggie to say “when did you two get together?” or “harry stop perving on my sister” or something, but instead through Maggie’s facial expression of disgust she seemed familiar with it.
Macy on the other hand, laughed. “Jeez Harry, our weekly date night isn’t until 8 hours from now.” Harry stared at her, and smiled. “Um, I just missed you.”
“Ok.” she said grinning at him, he was being so weird. “Come on Mags. lets go.” Maggie was still protesting how gross their frenching was when the girls left. Harry needed to check his phone. The date and year looked correct, he looked the same. Then why was Macy suddenly his girlfriend? Harry felt giddy and confused now. And a date later, oh brother.
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Harry was on autopilot the whole day, everything was the same except apparently he and Macy were a couple and he was guessing by his shared calendar they have been dating for 3 and 1/2 months. He needed to figure out though what this date tonight was going to be. He decided to track down Maggie, as she would know everything about it because her and Macy talked relationships almost every day.
“Maggie?” he said as he orbed into her study corner in the library. “Harry!” she whisper yelled. “Oh you scared me? What’s up, is there a demon.”
“No, I need some advice. We can’t talk in here. I’ll buy you a salad.” he hurried.
“Cool. Deal.”
After Maggie got her cranberry walnut feta salad and dug in, Harry decided it was time to play 21 questions, without raising suspicion.
“So what’s up Harry?”
“I, erm, need advice for my date tonight with Macy.” he started with.
“Hm, you don’t really ask me for advice with Macy a lot.”
“Well don’t tell your sister but I’ve been so busy I am blanking on tonight’s date details.”
“Ah yeah, your classes and all.” she tapped her salad bowl while thinking.
“Well Macy said it’s at Algino’s Fine Italian Dining, so make sure you get a table in the back near the fireplace. My friend works there as a hostess, just call and let her know an hour before you get there that Maggie is sending you. Hm, I sound so cool, I have connections.” she mused.
Harry grinned a little, that was easy, he knows when and where, he just doesn’t know what he’s going to talk about, surely if they’ve been dating for 3 1/2 months they know each other pretty well past “what’s your favorite color” questions.
“Hm, is there anything new going on with Macy that she may have told you that I don’t know?” Maggie gave him a quizzical look. “I, erm, mean just because I don’t want the date to be boring, I want to talk to her about something new, maybe something she thought I wouldn’t think about.”
“Uhh, well, there is the fact that she was asked about assisting the forensics force for the police, but she doesn’t know because while she liked Niko she’s not really fond of the police, you know because of police brutality.”
“Understandable.” he nodded.
“Maybe you could give her advice and comfort her about it? I’m pretty sure said she’d bring up to you tonight. Oh shoot.... I probably shouldn’t have told you that.” she slumped.
“No no, it’s fine dear Maggie.” Harry needed something current to know to looked like he knew what was going on.
“Oh and make sure you compliment her tons she mentioned you guys were going to the next step tonight, which is gross to think about but she needs extra reassurance since, you know her first kind broke up with her then died on her soon afterwards.” Maggie mumbled the last bit.
Harry stared wide eyed, if “The next step” meant what he thought it meant.. he was in a lot of trouble. He couldn’t have “next step” comfortably when he doesn’t even know what’s going on.
“Oh my....” he was starting to sweat.
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“Are guys sure this dress is ok?”
“You look AMAZING, Macy, ok? Harry will have to restrain himself from worshipping at your feet tonight.” Maggie squealed.
Mel rolled her eyes. “You look really gorgeous Macy. Harry is very lucky, mostly because I decided to let him date my sister without interrogating him every date night.”
“Thanks Mel, thanks Maggie.” Macy smoothed out her dress nervously again. It was a maroon color bodycon, with a deep v cut neckline, that showed off cleavage and hugged her “bootylicious butt”, as maggie described, and it ended above her knees with a slit on one side. She wore heels to match it and had her hair set in a more wavy curl pattern with her makeup to match too.
She was nervous, tonight she would try to sleep with Harry for the first time, she hadn’t slept with anyone since, well... She wondered if he was nervous too. He admitted after their first date he struggled not to become a clumsy mess.
She smiled at the memory of their first date.
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Harry was nervous, he needed to figure out was was going on, he finished getting ready for his date early just to have time to consult the book of shadows. He had just gotten to the page on siphoning demons and what he thinks might help him when he heard Maggie calling out.
“Harrryyy, your date is coming down to seee youuuu!” He quickly orbed downstairs to await Macy’s descent down the staircase, and gods she was stunning.
If a Siphoning demon was to blame, it was doing a really good job. “Oh my//” he breathed.
“Ready to go?” Macy asked when she made it to the bottom.
“Uh, uh yes, I hope you like dinner tonight.”
“I’m sure I will.”
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So far dinner was fine, for her at least. Harry couldn’t taste anything of his food, he also noticed he didn’t drink or eat all day, in fact he wasn’t even hungry and couldn’t really smell the food at all. He tried to pay attention to Macy though, even if something was wrong he wanted to savor this part at least, he wanted to have this moment. When he figures out what’s going on he doesn’t know if there’s a romantic future for him and Macy.
“So yeah, you know I don’t know on one hand I’d be helping solve crimes and could really help some innocent people stay out of jail, but I don’t want to work with an institution like the american police force, ya know?”
“Yes, Macy love, I completely understand your feelings, I feel the same way and I’ll support you no matter what.”
“Oh Harry!” Macy swooned. “I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend, you never make me feel bad or crazy.”
“Of course, love.” The couple finished up their date and Macy insisted that they talk a walk in the park. He gave her his blazer for the cool night breeze and she held his hand and cuddle up close. She stopped them under a willow tree and turned to face him.
“Harry, I’ve been so happy with you. You take such good care of me and my sisters, you’re such a good role model for Maggie, always there for her when me or Mel can’t be and you even managed to make Mel love you.” she gazed at him.
“I know it sounds corny, but I hope tonight is special for both of us.” Harry was blushing a deep red when Macy closed the gap and kissed him deeply, and that, he could taste and feel. He doesn’t remember how long they stood there kissing, but Macy broke away with bedroom eyes. “Can you orb us to your condo?” he did as she asked and they continued with their heavy make out session. He walked her to the bedroom as they both fumbled with shoes, and clothes.
He was really enjoying every feeling shivering through his body. He hitched her legs and picked her up, holding her up before plopping her on the bed. He followed her down and they were getting so hot, he leaned up to unbutton his shirt and looked down at her and stopped.
“Harry what’s wrong?” Macy asked.
“This isn’t right.” he pulled away.
“What do you mean? I’m not a virgin Harry.”
“No, this is a dream. this is, what’s going on, it’s a dream.”
“Harry I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”
“You’re a dream, this is all an induced dream.” He kept talking to himself. “That’s why I didn’t eat, that’s why I couldn’t taste anything at the restaurant, I didn’t have a drop of tea.”
“Harry what the hell are you talking about.” Dream Macy was starting to get aggressive with him and pulled at his body to come back.
“Siphoning Demons don’t eat human food at all, they can recreate everything for a simulation except properly simulate the taste and smell of food, and they forget their target needs to also eat. They forget we have hunger. They give their target their desires and drain the life force from them” He pulled back away. “I’m sorry, I really did enjoy this, but you’re not real.”
“No!” a voice called, he didn’t know if it was from Dream Macy or not, but he needed to wake himself up and recite the only spell he knew he could. “Excitare, attendere, daemonium relinquam meam. Potestatem Ego habeo!”
The world went black and he felt his body regain strength as he stirred awake to a puff of black smoke and a curled up half dead demon on his bed. He jumped away in disgust and shot a light beam at its weakened body as its body turned to ash.
Later in the morning he was at the girl’s home making breakfast as requested by Maggie, happy everything was normal but he felt a bit sad when Macy walked in and didn’t run to him to give him a good morning kiss.
“You ok Har?” Macy stayed behind after breakfast because she noticed her whitelighter kept looking at her with a sad and awkward expression.
“I’m- I’ll be fine. I’m just tired, I had a very odd dream.” he confessed.
“I feel you, I had a dream I went on a date with some mystery guy last night and he vanquished some dream eating demon. Hm maybe dream guy was a witch.” she laughed.
Harry stared.
“Don’t be jealous Harry, you know I only want to kick demon ass with you. You’re my real life hero.” she winked at him and left for work.
Harry decided he was going to go for the real thing, then and there. Dream Demons be damned.
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Lover Joon
PAIRING: Kim Namjoon X Reader
WARNINGS: Fiancé Joon, fluff, fluff and more fluff
WORD COUNT: 1.9k words
A/N: omg I really didn’t know what to name it, so i just called it lover joon aka my url aahhaha, but this fic is inspired by the recent events in my life and writing it made me super duper happy and i really hope you guys enjoy it ♡ also, do let me know if you guys want more because I’m planning on doing more parts to fiancé joon ♡♡♡♡
“Do you think it could work?”
Your sentence halts off all the conversation and chatter in the room, and you blush even further when you notice you now had 100% attention of the man seated beside you, for he had indeed paused his conversation, choosing to instead watch you with a curious glint in his eyes.
Swiftly sending him a reassuring smile and a simple shake of your head, you urge namjoon to go back to his discussion as you did the same, now in a softer tone, hoping that whatever you were discussing would not reach his ears. “As I was saying, the painting labour, I was thinking of maybe of cutting it down and using that money for the marble counter instead... How much was the rate again?”
But despite the hushed whispers and quiet mumbles, each syllable, each letter, every single word that escapes your mouth still reaches his eardrums, and the frown on Namjoons face only further deepens as he sits there and silently listened to you convey your ideas to the interior designer in front of you.
Ideas that he was currently not happy about.
Cause he knows what you’re doing again; for it is the same discussion that was the cause of all the slight bickering in the household for the past few days, the exact same one that you couldn’t seem to let go, making you spit out random ideas here and there which come to mind, hoping that at least one of them would help help you both stay within the budget you had estimated for the renovation of the new house.
From not purchasing toilet roll holders to using cheaper tiles, every single one of your ideas have been rejected by Namjoon; but right now, it seems that your creative juices have come out with another which involved the painting labour...
For you were not comfortable with Namjoon spending so much money at one go, no matter how rich he was as you don’t need a fancy house, you only need him; while there’s Namjoon, who wants nothing more than to give you your dream house, with all the marble tiles, rose gold kitchen utensils, cacti, glass windows you could ever dream of, that even if it meant spending his entire fortune.
He would.
Because he loves you, more than you could ever imagine, and seeing and making you happy was something he had promised himself when he got down on one knee months ago. And fast forward to now, where you both are happily engaged, busily preparing for the wedding happening in June whilst settling all the renovations for the new Kim family house, he can’t help but let out a wrinkled eye smile at his stubbornly adorable lover and
“Painting labour? Hmmm I guess that would work.” But as the designer, Ms.Hong ruffled through her stack of papers and mumbled out the price, Namjoon finally decided to intervene as he cleared his throat and reached his hand towards yours.
“Honey,” he sighed, “We do not need to cut down on painting costs, we can afford that dream marble counter of yours and everything else just fine.” entangling your hands with his, he brought it to his lips, and gave it a little peck.
“Plus, who’s going to paint the rooms if you do that hmm?” he asked jokingly as he sends you an amused look, which evaporates immediately when you volunteer yourself for the task and blurt out a “Me?” causing Namjoon to tense.
It had been a repeated process of pregnant pauses, sighs, lets out a chuckle and shakes of his head until he coughed out a ‘no’, “No, absolutely not, love. I’m going to be busy for the next couple of months with the album and all,” namjoon waved his hands, as if he was trying to remind you by diverting your attention towards your surroundings: a BigHit conference room you both had decided as the most ideal location for the brief meeting due to Namjoon’s extremely busy schedule.
“and well,” he continued with a tight smile on his face, “the ceilings are much too high baby.” And instantly, he’s reminded of the reason why he bought that place 6 years ago, way before he had met you, way before he knew you’d mean so much to him ,way, way before he realised how this place, which initially acted as only an investment was now going to be the place where his family will live. Thanking the high ceilings, spacious rooms and the stunning night view which had attracted him in the first place.
“I know you’re tall and can definitely do an amazing job but I’m not exactly comfortable with you climbing on ladders and being exposed to the toxic fumes.” And when he notices the determined look on your face flatter slightly, he turns his entire body towards you, not paying slight attention to the two interior designers in front, “it’s going to take forever for such a tiny person to paint all of the walls in the house, and anyways, you’re much too busy with the wedding preparations and work, I don’t want you to overwork yourself before the big day, love.”
With a slight nod, you reluctantly give in to your logical fiancé, pursing your lips into a pout when you feel his lips on the top of your head. But the sight of his bright, dazzling smile which he flashes you after extinguishes any doubt and worries inside you, making you feel content instead because love…
Love makes you selfless. Just like how Namjoon would willingly give you everything you wanted just for to make you happy, and how he’d do anything in the world, cross any mountain or ocean just for that smile and angelic laugh; and right now, if it meant giving in to him, so be it, you could do that. You’d do anything for him.
Because you love him too.
“So,” one of the designers cleared her throat, “I’m assuming there would be no changes made to the painting of the walls then?” and when Namjoon shakes his head, no, she sends a delighted beam towards both your directions and continues confirming the choices of the wall colours for all the 4 rooms, professionally pointing out the colour palettes spread out on the table.
“The studio walls would be in this shade and plastered with soundproof equipment, as per requested by Mr.Kim and the shelves, along with the working desk, chairs and sofas will be the ones I had emailed to you last week. I had recently spoke to the wireless speaker company as well and they already emailed me a quote which I had forwarded to-…” Your thoughts trailed off as Namjoon discussed the minor details of MonStudio 2 with the designers and the only thing you could think about there and then was the amount Namjoon was spending on everything…
From the extravagant wedding which was going to be the talk of the town for a few weeks and all over social media, to the honeymoon across Europe Namjoon had secretly planned, hoping to bring you to your favourite place in the entire world: Rome and now to the house which is looking to cost much more that you like, especially with Namjoon wanting to give you everything in the entire world, heck you could ask for a toilet bowl made of gold from Dubai and he would have gladly imported it no matter the cost....
“We don’t need all these, joon ah” sprawled out on the couch, with your back against his chest and his arm lying lazily against your stomach, you had mumbled out, slipping through the countless receipts, cringing internally when you saw the price of each item.
$2000 for a chandelier? Oh god.
It had been a rare day off for namjoon and both of you had decided to take the chance to go window shopping for furniture before meeting the interior designers; but you never expected to come back home with a bunch of receipts instead, each for items ranging from chandeliers, coffee machines, dining tables to bathtubs...
Biting back a curse, you tossed the papers aside and threw yours into the arms of the chuckling man, “We could have just gotten like a simple lamp from Ikea for ten times less the price. We don’t need that, or the bathtubs…. or the-”
He cuts you off with a peck on the back of your head and a tight squeeze, “The chandler is for the walk in wardrobe in the master, I remember you told me that your dream wadrobe would have one, and the bathtub is for the both of us, the one we have now is starting to wear off, love.”
You groaned. “That was years ago, Joon, I don’t need all those now… I don’t need a fancy house, I just want one with you in it.”
“And I just want a happy wife, ‘happy wife, happy life’ remember?”
“Joon…”
“Just let me do this for you, please… It might be where we are going to live for the rest of our lives, where our kids will grow up. So please, let me.”
Your thoughts were soon cut off by Ms.Hong as she called out for you, “Mrs.Kim?”
Mrs.Kim.
It wasn’t the first time she has addressed you as such, initially calling you future Mrs.Kim, as she must have forgotten Namjoon and your name long ago, only remembering the last name from the KIM scribbled on top of her papers; but as time passed by, the word ‘future’ had seemed to magically vanish and hearing the endeared term now still manages to make you flush a bright pink, and neither you or Namjoon have the heart to correct her, both secretly loving the way it sounds.
Mrs.Kim.
“Yes?” you smiled, feeling Namjoons hands rubbing small circles behind your back, his deep voice whispering out, “What are you thinking about, love?”
Mumbling out a small ‘you’ to him, you grin and turned your attention back to Ms.Hong who was asking your opinion on what the extra empty room should be turned into, “Would you want to turn it into an office as well?”
You shake your head, “Oh no, the dining table or bar counter works just fine for me, I don’t really work at home, there’s too many…. distractions.” The conversation carries on with both the designers suggesting and listing out ways to utilise the vacant room, which you try to pay attention to but the smirk crawling onto Namjoons face doesn’t slip past your eye.
Distractions… He was the biggest one.
Delicious, delightful and wicked distractions, ranging from hour long cuddles, random music parties in the living room where you attempt to rap Namjoon’s part if a bts song comes on, slow dancing on dining room tables to hours spent in bed ….
Distractions… yes, distractions you wouldn’t change anything in the world for.
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A Crush on Supergirl?
Summary: When Cat Grant visits CatCo with her son, Carter, Lena and Carter find out they have something in common.
A/N: In this fic, Kara and Lena are already in a romantic relationship and Lena knows that Kara is Supergirl.
Cat Grant was like a mythical figure at CatCo Worldwide Media. The Queen of all Media was still highly respected and admired by the CatCo employees. Those who worked there during Cat's time as CEO remembered her with a mix of fondness and fear. Those who joined the organization after Cat left heard the stories of her as this powerful, over bearing, innovative, occasionally kind, but always cut throat woman.
Lena Luthor bought CatCo with the understanding that she would never live up to the legacy of Cat Grant. However, Lena did not understand how overwhelming it would be when Cat came to visit.
"Oh wow, this place really has gone to crap." The cold, snarky voice of Cat Grant was immediately recognizable.
Kara and James were quick to greet Cat with enthusiasm. Lena observed her predecessor with caution from the security of James' office. She was surprised to see that Cat had young boy with her. He looked like he was in his preteens or early teens. He had brown hair and blue eyes. His varying expressions of boredom as Cat went on about her time at the White House made Lena smile.
Lena saw Kara take the boy by the hand and lead him to James' office. Lena quickly sat down at James' desk and tried to look like she had been working instead of watching.
Kara knocked on the door and opened it before Lena had finished saying, "Come in."
"Carter, this is Lena Luthor." Kara said. "And Lena, this is Cat Grant's son, Cater."
"Hey." Carter said.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Carter." Lena said. She held out her hand but Carter was too busy looking at his phone to notice.
Lena awkwardly put her hand down. She saw Kara hold back a giggle. Lena nudged her silly girlfriend on the arm.
"Carter, this used to be you're mom's office." Kara said. "Do you remember?"
"Of course." Carter sounded annoyed when he answered. He plopped down in a chair and kept his focus on his phone.
Kara pushed up her glasses. "I don't know if you remember me that well, but I worked with your mom for a while. I picked you up from school one day."
"I remember." Carter said. Lena thought for a second she saw the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. "You were really nice. And my mom still talks about you sometimes."
Kara looked pleasantly surprised. "She does?"
"I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO WONDER THE HALLS OF THE BUILDING I ONCE OWNED WITHOUT A TOUR GUIDE TO SHOW ME ALL THAT'S DETERIORATED SINCE I'VE BEEN GONE." Cat called from outside the office.
Kara looked from Lena to Cater. "I guess we better go." Kara said. "Come on, Carter."
"I'd rather wait here." Carter said. "I've seen this place before and I've heard my mom complain about the changes that have been made a million times."
Kara looked nervous. "Oh, well....."
"He can stay here." Lena said. "It's fine with me. I know from personal experience how boring it can be when you're parents force you to come see where they work."
"Ok. I'll be back in just a few minutes." Kara said before leaving.
At first, it was awkwardly quiet. Lena didn't have any actual work in front of her and she wasn't sure how long she could fake it by shuffling around papers. She noticed Carter had put his phone away and was now staring at her.
"Do you need something?" Lena asked.
Carter pointed to the monitors behind the desk. Lena turned and saw that the news was talking about Supergirl and how she recently saved National City from a Dominator attack.
Lena beamed. "Supergirl is pretty amazing, isn't she?"
Carter just nodded. He seemed hypnotized by the footage of Supergirl fighting the Dominator. He got out of the chair and walked up close to the monitor.
Lena felt proud watching her girlfriend use her super strength and heat vision to take down yet another threat to the city. What truly amazed Lena was how her adorkable Kara, who this morning snorted milk out of her nose laughing at cartoons, could also be this poised warrior.
The report finished and Lena saw the light fade out of Carter's eyes.
"Big fan?" Lena asked.
"She's so cool. She's done more than Superman. She fought Reign, Reactron, the Silver Banshee, Roulette, Bloodsport, Scorcher, and a bunch of alien armies. Plus, she saved me once." The light in Carter's eyes was back as he spoke about Supergirl.
"She did?"
"It was two years ago. There was this bomber and he attacked Maxwell Lord's train. I was there and Supergirl saved me and all the other passengers." Carter enthusiastically recounted.
"Wow!" Lena was genuinely impressed. "Supergirl has saved so many in so many different ways it's hard to keep track of all the good she's done."
"She must be the nicest person ever." Carter said.
"Yeah, she's so selfless and caring."
"And she's cute." Carter said. He blushed as the words left his mouth. Lena suspected he didn't mean to say that out loud.
"She is very cute." Lena agreed. This seemed to ease Carter's embarrassment.
"Look at her muscular legs as she kicks the bad guys or the way her hair flows when she flys!" Carter mused.
Lena giggled. "Or the way she smiles once the city is safe."
"Yeah, I like her smile." Carter said. "I like her everything."
"Do you have a crush on Supergirl?"
Carter's eyes widen. Another monitor was showing another news report featuring Supergirl.
"Definitely." Carter said, his eyes glued to the screen. "How could you not?"
Lena licked her lips. "That's a good question."
"Do you think she has a boyfriend?" Carter asked in a low voice.
Lena blushed. She tilted her head to one side and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think I can confidently say no, she doesn't."
"I wonder if guys break up with her because they get jealous that she's so strong."
"Well, a real partner who loves her wouldn't let their jealousy get in the way of their relationship. They would admire Supergirl's strength and see it as something to aspire to, not something to resent her for." Lena was captivated by Supergirl's heroics on TV and forgot who she was talking to. "Besides, all that strength and.." Lena shivered. "Stamina could be very useful in a romantic relationship."
Lena saw the bemused look Carter was giving her and quickly cleared her throat. She shuffled around some more paper to try and release her nervous energy.
"I have a theory about Supergirl." Carter said.
Lena raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Carter peeked around the room. He whispered, "I think she pretends to be normal most of the time. Hiding her powers until she needs to use them to save somebody."
Lena was taken aback by the accuracy of Carter's theory. She tried to act casual. "What makes you think that?"
"We only see her when she wants us to see her. But she has to do normal things sometimes too. And she probably has a family and friends and stuff, who would be in danger if bad guys found out that she was Supergirl." Carter explained. "She's obviously good at keeping the secret. We pass her on the street or see her in a store and not even know we're right next to Supergirl!"
Just then, the office door opened and Kara walked in. "Hey." She said. "What are you two talking about?"
"Supergirl!" Carter said.
Kara smiled. "Ah, you know, Lena is a pretty big fan of Supergirl."
Lena glared at her. "Yes, I am. But, Supergirl is so humble. She never lets the attention go to her head."
Kara blushed. "I'm sure she appreciates your support. Umm- I mean, everyone's support." Kara corrected herself. "I bet she couldn't do it without people who believe in her."
"CATER, LET'S GO!" Cat Grant shouted from outside.
"Coming!" Carter yelled back. He turned to Lena. "I gotta go. It was nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too." Lena said.
Carter held out his hand and Lena shook it. They both smiled and Carter ran out of the office to meet his mom.
Kara watched him leave. "He has such a huge crush on Supergirl." she said.
Lena walked up to Kara and warped her around Kara. Their lips brushed.
"How could anyone not?" Lena whispered.
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Lost Keys
yes, yes, the throwback to end all throwbacks for me ...
my first fic written in 1997 in the midnight darkness of my bedroom in my parents house by the light of a 10" TV with pencil on a yellow legal pad at the tender age of 21 ...
All errors, in both grammar and punctuation, are original ... I chose to correct just one time notation from the Gossamer post way back when ...
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Lost Keys:
"Come on Scully, what else are you going to do on vacation? Read 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', vacuum that little dog of yours?”
"So instead of relaxing and yes, probably reading that book you refer to so affectionately -- you want me to go up to your mother's cabin in Quonochataug and help you clean?"
"Yup, that about covers it."
"We see enough of each other here, why would I want to spend my vacation with you as well?"
"Because I'd miss you horribly and you know that if you're not around Scully, I'll get myself into loads of trouble and you'll have to come bail me out."
"Sadly enough Mulder, I wouldn't put it past you. Now, why do you really want me to go?"
"'Cause if you wield a paint brush as well as you wield a gun," ruefully rubbing his shoulder and giving Scully a sly little grin, "the job will get done faster and I won't have to call you and complain, waking you up at the most hideous hours
of the night. Think of it Scully, it'll be a nice trip to the forest
"Mulder, may I remind you of what happened the last time you promised me a 'nice trip to the forest'"
"Oh yeah. Sorry about that."
"Mulder ..."
"Yeah?"
"What time do we leave?"
"You really mean it."
"Why do you suddenly sound disappointed?"
"'Cause I spent half the day coming up with reasons to get you to go. I haven't even got to the good ones yet."
"Well, save them Mulder, you may need to use them to persuade me not to shoot you again once the mosquitoes start attacking and the poison ivy sets in."
"Ah Scully, they'll stop attacking once they find out that your not as sweet as people think you are."
After threatening to throw the stapler at him, Scully picked up her briefcase and started for the door.
"I'll be by to pick you up at seven a.m. tomorrow, and thanks again, you won't regret it."
"No, but you may. I tend to snore; quite loudly I might add, when I feel the need to take revenge."
With that said - she straightened Mulder's tie, gave him a quick grin and slid out the door-leaving Mulder with a straightened tie and his mouth hanging open - amazed that even after five years, his partner still knew how to take
him by surprise.
Mulder picked her up a little after seven. He put her things in the car and they set out on the three hour drive to Quonochataug.
"Well Scully, we have arrived." Mulder announced much later in the day.
"And to think, it only took us five and a half hours to get here."
"How was I to know about the construction. At least we got the scenic route."
"It seems that we always end up on the scenic route. Cows and all."
"Really, dear Dr. Scully, after all we've seen together, you feel the need to complain about the cows."
"It's not the cows themselves but the noxious gases that emerge from them."
"I didn't smell anything unusual," Mulder replied, with his blue eyes twinkling.
"Fine Mulder, and I have just been made director of the FBI."
"Well director, how do you like the place?"
"I've seen it before, remember."
"Yeah, but this time it's light and you're not trying to keep me from destroying myself in the process."
After a slight pause , Scully turned to Mulder, "you know, this place really is quite nice. I think I can handle a few days here. Especially if it means I may find some incriminating evidence
on you - such as the ever popular bear skin rug photograph."
"Well Scully, in order to find such horrendous stuff, I guess we're going to have to get to work. Here, catch."
Scully snatched the keys out of the air in a clean swoop and went to unlock the door as Mulder got out their bags.
Once Scully had gotten into the house however, she forgot all her misgivings about coming here for vacation-the house really was wonderful, incredibly dusty, but perfect. Scully could just imagine Mulder as a child, running through
here with Samantha, playing games with her, telling her stories.
She was jolted out of her daydream by the sound of her partner's voice behind her.
"Are you gonna stand in the door all day or just until my arms decide to fall off?"
Scully gave a small grin and without turning around "you shouldn't have carried them all at once. Contrary to popular belief, you are not superman."
"But I could play him on TV" Mulder replied, then he grunted and dropped everything onto the front hall floor.
"So what do you think Scully?" he asked with a smile.
She turned, put a hand on his chest without thinking and said "it's even better than I could have imagined. The last time I was here, I was too frightened to get any kind of look around."
"For that Scully," he said in a sad tone "I apologize. I don't plan on doing that to you ever again - trust me. Now, how about a tour before lunch"
"Lunch - you were actually serious about cooking," Scully said, "I assumed you were just toying with me. I figured I'd be cooking all week."
"What" Mulder replied, looking both shocked and amused, "did you think I survive off of when I'm at home?"
In an equally amused tone, Scully replied, "sunflower seeds, ice tea and whatever you bum off of me"
"My dear, you are in for one big surprise."
After the tour of the house, which included two nice size bedrooms, a large living room, an even larger sun porch and a small but efficient kitchen; Mulder made a rather appetizing turkey sandwich with the food they had brought with them.
Looking over the top of her sandwich, "Mulder ..."
"Yeah," he replied through a large bite of the sandwich.
"Did you tell Skinner that I was coming up here with you?"
"Yeah, I said my mom recruited you to clean gutters and repaint the walls."
Laughing, Scully asked about Skinner's reaction
"Well," replied Mulder, "he told me to make sure you weren't abducted, eaten, held at gun point, threatened to be killed, chased by the Enigma or trapped by a giant tape worm. Then he told me to thank you for coming along because who knows how much trouble I could get into without you."
"Everybody seems to think that you'd fall apart without me."
Mulder got up and crouched next to her chair, "Well Scully, I'd have to say I agree with them. Without you there next to me, I'd have checked out of here a long time ago."
Scully briefly put her fingers on his cheek then playfully tweaked his ear, " I guess what they say is true - best friends do stick together through everything - and believe me, we've seen everything."
For the briefest of moments, something passed between them and they held each other's gaze; then Mulder's stomach let out an incredible growl and both started to laugh.
After finishing up their lunch and as they were cleaning up, Mulder's cell phone rang.
It turned out to be his mother, telling them both that she was sorry but she wouldn't be able to make it up there until later in the week.
"She said that one of her good friends is coming home after hip surgery and their is no one to take care of her until a couple of days from now."
Scully had been able to gather this information from Mulder's half of the conversation. She had tried not to listen, but sometimes it was just so hard to ignore that voice of his.
"Well, what do you propose we do now, Dr. Scully?"
"Well, Mr. Mulder, I propose that you wipe that mustard off your chin and then we take a look at what needs to be done."
"You mean you still want to stay."
"Sure, besides, " grabbing a handful of red hair on either side of her head, "I refuse to sit in that car again - with your voice on one side of me and Elvis' on the other - I think I'd go crazy long before the New Hampshire border."
By the time they had mapped out all that had to be done, night was fast approaching and both agents had begun to yawn after their long day.
"Well Mulder, where should we sleep?"
"Why Scully," Mulder said with that innocent look, "I didn't know you cared - I prefer the left side of the bed but it's always lady's choice with me."
"Mulder," Scully said good naturedly, "if I wasn't so tired, I'd throw something at you but as you can see, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I'd probably aim too low and hit something more important than your shoulder."
"Scully, don't tempt me with such a proposition."
"If you don't tell me which bedroom I'm sleeping in, I'm going to fall asleep right here and you'll have to carry me upstairs. Just remember that the human body weighs almost twice as much when asleep."
"Again Scully," replied Mulder, "don't tempt me with such a proposition like that. For tonight, we have to sleep downstairs because those sheets haven't been changed in about a year and their is way to much dust to sleep to tonight. We'll air them out in the mornings."
"So I'm guessing I get the couch and you get the floor, unless you want to sleep in the tub."
"Ahh Scully, you know me too well."
After they both had found blankets and got settled, Mulder suddenly jumped up and turned on the light at the end of the hall.
"Why'd you do that," Scully asked.
"Because I know that you hate sleeping in total darkness."
Scully just looked at him in amazement.
"Hey Scully," Mulder said with one raised eyebrow, "I do pay attention to things outside the X-Files."
Mulder lay down in his old sleeping bag on the floor and called a playful goodnight to the still dumfounded Scully on the couch next to him.
Mulder awoke with a start when something fell on him from above. He opened his eyes and smiled when he realized that his partner's hand had slid off the couch and landed on his chest. He was about to slide her hand back next to her when the moonlight from the window illuminated a faint scar between
her thumb and forefinger. He reached up to touch it and discovered just how soft his best friend's hand really was. The only times he had ever held her hand was to help her up or when he took something she was offering. He had never been able to inspect those small hands like he wanted to. After tracing her fingers and the back of her hand, he turned it over and lightly caressed her palm. The callous on her finger from the trigger on her gun. How often she had to save him by drawing her weapon and destroying the enemy? He could hardly keep track anymore. Without realizing it, he had begun to move up her arm.
Suddenly a familiar voice jolted him out of his contentment.
"What in the world are you doing Mulder? For a minute I thought you were a huge and hideous bug." Scully asked.
Mulder, stammering like a school boy (but not letting go of her hand), "Your hand fell on me and woke me up and I saw a scar and then I tried to put your hand back next to you and I realized ... did you know you have very soft hands ... I'm sorry."
He said everything in such a rush that Scully had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Truth was, she had been woken up when her hand fell and she hadn't stopped him because she enjoyed his intimate touch more than she wanted to admit.
"It's all right Mulder, really."
In order to break up the awkward feeling that suddenly filled the air, Scully said, "well, since we're up anyway, how 'bout a snack. I'm starving."
Grateful for the distraction, Mulder replied "you really are an eating machine aren't you?"
"Does this mean you won't be joining me in some food?"
"God no ... point me towards the kitchen woman."
After making some sandwiches, both returned to the couch.
Looking at her hands, Scully remarked "I didn't even realize that scar was visible anymore."
"Where'd it come from. I didn't do it did I?" Mulder asked with a worried look on his face.
"Oh no. I got this when I was 14 and I snuck one of my mom's cigarettes. I was so scared I was going to be caught that I forgot it was lit and the ashes fell and burned my hand. After that I decided that me and cigarettes did not mix."
"Dr. Scully, you rebel. I guess that red hair of yours represents your wild side huh?"
"You think that was wild. My senior year in high school, I decided to get into the school spirit and dye my hair for the homecoming game. Mind you, the school colors were purple and yellow."
Mulder smirked, "this doesn't have the makings of anything good."
"You could say that again. Everything was fine until I tried to wash it out. When I emerged from the shower, my hair was a hideous shade of puke green with pumpkin orange streaks."
"Oh please, Scully, tell me your mother took a picture, please."
"No such luck darlin'. Anyway, my dress was a wine red color so in the end I looked like something from Dr. Seuss. My date tried to make me feel more attractive by thinking he could get more that one kiss. To make a long story short, he wound up with a heel scar on his shin and a bloody nose and I got to sit on the bleachers the rest of the evening."
"Now I know why you skipped your reunion. I am sorry. You must have felt awful."
"Well Mulder, worse things have happened since then but that still ranks up there with the best of them. By the way, if you don't wipe that smirk off your face Mulder, I may be forced to disown you."
"Sorry Scully, I was just picturing you decking that guy. I'd have cheered for you" Suddenly turning serious, "I would have danced with you Scully. I would have been happy to be their with you because, green hair and all, you still would have been beautiful."
Luckily, it was dark enough that she couldn't quite see the crimson creeping up Mulder's cheeks and he couldn't quite see the surprised but happy twinkle in her blue eyes.
Scully looked at Mulder and suddenly asked "are you sure you're not Eddie Van Blunht in a Mulder disguise again?"
Both laughed at this comment and Mulder said mischievously "no, but am I coming close?"
With that, Mulder pushed Scully back down on the couch, then flopped onto the floor.
A few moments later, Scully slipped her hand over the side of the couch, gently laid it back on Mulder's chest and fell sound asleep - as did Mulder with his hand on hers.
Scully woke up slowly. It took her a second to realize where she was (in their line of work, both rarely stayed in one place for very long). When she did, she decided to wake up Mulder with a pillow to the head. Scully slung her pillow
full force over the side of the couch and was surprised when all she hit was floor. Mulder was already up but it was too quiet for him to actually be in the house. Scully got up and shuffled her way to the kitchen. It was there that she found a note from Mulder saying that he went to the store for food because he was tired of turkey and ham. Scully grabbed herself a banana, a piece of bread and a glass of water and headed onto the porch to eat her breakfast in the sun. She also took "From Outer Space" with her because she knew that Mulder would
never be quiet enough for her to read in peace.
About a half hour later, Mulder got back to the house. He took the groceries in and set them on the counter. He noticed the back door was open so he walked around to tell Scully he was back. He peered around the door and found her engrossed in a novel. The way the sun was reflecting of her hair and that look
of total contentment on her face made him stand quietly and forget everything but her.
She looked up suddenly and was shocked to see Mulder standing in the doorway, looking at her. He jumped, she jumped, he smiled and she just couldn't seem to keep a silly grin off her face.
"Good morning Scully. I trust you slept well considering when I got up this morning I could have rolled a bulldozer over you and you wouldn't have moved."
"I don't recall having slept that good in a long time."
"Ah Scully, I was sleeping next to you, how could you NOT be content."
"Yes Mulder that has to be it. Now, what kind of food did you get us?"
"Don't tell me your hungry again. At this rate, you might actually get fat in about four years."
"Mulder, when I'm not worrying about the x-files, my job, the world in general or you, I actually have an appetite and I love to eat."
"Well then, I guess I'm gonna have to stop doing things to worry you."
"Mulder, if I didn't have you to worry about, my life would cease to have any purpose at all. Besides, I kind of like worrying about you."
"Well, I'll just have to keep up the good work after all. I brought us normal food. Lettuce, tomatoes, and green peppers for some salad. Frozen pizza, more sunflower seeds, ice tea and some Ho-Ho's which, if you're nice to me, I'll let you share. I also got some meat for the carnivorous side of us."
"Again Mulder, you have discovered a way to shock me. Up until now, I still didn't think you had any idea of what a supermarket was or what types of food they had in them."
Digging back into the bags. Scully emerged holding a bottle of wine with an accusative look on her face and one eyebrow raised. "What are you planning on doing with this, Mr. Mulder. Seduce me over ho-ho's and sunflower seeds?"
Turning slightly red, "I figured it would taste good and I know that you like red wine. It is a vacation after all."
"Well thank you. And you made a pretty good choice too."
Brightening, Mulder replied, "I figured. You have the same kind in your refrigerator at home." Without missing a beat, he asked Scully, "did you know that you're still wearing you pajamas?"
"Well, I figure you've seen me in less and never yelled so I decided to get in as much reading as I could 'cause once you got back here, you weren't going to give me a minutes peace."
"Yup, you're right."
While Scully was changing, Mulder put the rest of the food away
"Where do you think we should start."
He heard Scully's voice before he saw her. She came into the kitchen putting her hair in a ponytail. He had to laugh. She had on a ratty old pair of jean shorts and an FBI academy shirt. Her socks were a faded out green and she had on tennis shoes, actual honest to goodness shoes, no dress clothes for his
partner this vacation.
"I wouldn't laugh. Have you looked in a mirror today, oh partner of mine?"
"Yes and as usual, I liked what I saw. You're wearing real clothes Scully. I didn't think they even existed in your world."
"Well, a person has to dig far back in the closet but they're there, just waiting to be destroyed while helping you," Scully admitted.
"If only you had your green hair. Now that would be a picture."
Suddenly she took off after him and he almost fell trying to get out the door. She chased him through the trees. Mulder stopped dead in his tracks in front of her, causing her to crash into the back of him. She peered over his shoulder and saw why he had stopped. They had come across a little clearing and in
one of the bigger trees, a tree house sat with a ladder leading up to it.
"Is it yours," Scully asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to break the spell of the place.
"Mine and Samantha's," Mulder said, just as softly.
Scully had this sudden urge and without stopping herself, she reached for his hand and held it tightly. He was surprised by the touch but as she held his hand, a warmth began to spread up his arm and he was reluctant to let go, so he didn't.
"We used to bring our bologna sandwiches up here and eat. We would race to the ladder and whoever lost had to clean up the mess before we went in for the night. We'd play Stratego and card games. She never quite got the hang of poker though."
"You taught an seven year old poker?" Scully asked with her eyes wide.
"Sure. Want to learn?" Mulder asked amusingly. "Didn't you brothers ever show you?"
"Actually, I taught them how to play although I haven't picked up a deck in a while."
"Well now. A challenge. I believe we have found our entertainment for the evening."
Mulder turned her around and led her back through the trees, never letting go of her hand.
Feeling his strong grip, Scully couldn't help but think of another evening entertainment but she decided she wouldn't mention it . With an embarrassed grin, she decided that holding his hand was good enough for the moment.
They emerged from the woods and stood looking at the house.
"Where should we start Scully? We can work from the inside out or from the outside in. Which would you prefer?"
"Well, we should probably clean out the bedrooms so we have some place to sleep tonight, then start outside because the weather is gorgeous right now."
"Hey, what was wrong with where we slept last night?"
Jokingly she replied, "aside from the fact that you still have carpet marks on your face, nothing."
"I know. You just couldn't stand to be sleeping that close to me for fear of what you might do to me in the dark of night. Heart pounding, mind racing because I was only mere inches away from you. I understand perfectly."
He somehow managed to say all this with a straight face but as soon as he glanced at Scully, he burst out laughing at the comical expression on her face. He assumed it was there because of his comments, Scully knew better however. He had come so close to the truth without realizing it that she had
to laugh herself. Both didn't say another word as they walked into the house and back upstairs to the bedrooms.
When they had finished upstairs (or at least enough to be able to sleep there later on), Mulder and Scully headed outside and began to work there. Mulder cleaned the gutters and the chimney while Scully went to work on the yard surrounding the house. They worked in companionable silence. It was a
nice, comfortable quiet. Something they never got to share when they were at the office or on a case. The day passed swiftly and by seven o'clock, Scully's stomach was growling a protest to not being fed and Mulder finally threw down his tools and dropped onto the lawn next to them.
Scully sat down next to him, "well sir, I would say that we've done a good days work. How 'bout we put some of this stuff away, then go throw the pizza in the oven."
Mulder answered her with closed eyes, "or we could just stay here until tomorrow morning."
"No such luck, my good man. I need a shower badly and from the smell, so do you. Come on, if this all works out right, we'll be eating in an hour and I know how much you love your pizza."
She got to her feet and held out he hand to Mulder. She hauled him up and together, they cleaned up after a long days work.
After putting the pizza in the oven, "Hey Mulder, you want the shower first," Scully called from across the room.
"No, go on. I'm way to comfortable even to think about moving, let alone actually doing it." Comfortable he was, sprawled on the couch with his feet dangling over the arm. He was also enjoying the thought of his friend in the shower. He quickly dismissed that thought however, because if he continued, he might go crazy. He decided a quick nap was in order, if only to distract him from the thought of Scully.
About 20 minutes later, Scully came back down into the kitchen; glad to have gotten rid of all the grime on her body. She walked into the living room to tell Mulder the shower was free and found him still sprawled out on the couch with a mysterious smile on his face. As she approached, Scully realized that Mulder was asleep. He looked more content than she had ever seen him and she didn't have the heart to wake him. Instead she went to the kitchen and quietly made a salad, dug up some paper plates and forks to set the table. The timer went off for the pizza and as it was sitting, Scully went to wake up Mulder. She leaned over Mulder's head gently began to tap the end of his nose. After a moment, Mulder opened his eyes and was met with the image of an upside
down Scully sticking her tongue out at him.
"I don't know whether to kiss you or to scream," Mulder replied, grabbing the sides of her head.
"I'd be careful which you choose Mulder. Remember, I control the pizza and either choice could have dire consequences."
Scully wriggled out of his grasp and whacked his head with a pillow before going back to the kitchen. Mulder followed close behind, knowing full well which choice he would have picked.
Both the salad and the pizza were eaten rather quickly and sloppily. As Scully took her last bite, Mulder glanced up and started to laugh when he saw pizza sauce all over her nose and mouth. With a sickening realization, he saw that it was blood and not sauce.
At first Scully couldn't figure out why Mulder had turned pale all of a sudden. She wiped her face with her napkin; then she saw what was frightening Mulder. It was blood from her nose that she had felt.
Quickly she put the napkin to her nose and went to the bathroom upstairs. The bleeding stopped after a minute and Scully was about to go downstairs when she caught Mulder's reflection in the mirror behind her. She turned to look at him and saw the fear in his eyes.
"Mulder, the doctor said this might happen if I did a lot of strenuous work. I was bent over half the day and I guess the pressure built up."
"I thought the surgery made you better?" Mulder asked in a voice that nearly broke Scully's heart.
Moving towards him and putting a hand on his arm, "it did Mulder, it did. If you hadn't found a doctor willing to try; I would not be here today. The surgery was experimental and they weren't sure of the side effects, but remember the most important thing --- they got to the cancer before it spread too much. A slight nose bleed now and then is nothing compared to before." Looking up at him with a gentle smile, "you helped to give my life back Mulder. I'm not gonna let that gift go to waste."
"Scully, I want you to know that I'd do it all again."
"I know Mulder. Now, how about we forget this and go clean up the kitchen 'cause I'll be damned it I'm going to clean it up tomorrow."
Around 9:30 pm, Scully let out a yawn that nearly split her head in two.
"You can't be tired yet Scully, you haven't been fed in almost an hour and a half. We should be eating again. Maybe my watch is wrong."
"Cute Mulder."
"Yes, I try. Why don't you go to bed. I'll lock up down here."
"Why so generous? Is the boogie man hiding upstairs?"
"Possibly, at least he was when Sam was little. I've still got to take a shower anyway."
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"Who am I to look a generous deed in the mouth. See you in the morning Mulder."
He watched her walk up the stairs. She must have felt him looking at her because she turned and asked, "you sure you're all right?"
"Fine, now go to bed because I don't have the energy to carry your sleeping body up the stairs tonight."
With that, Scully called good night again and made her way upstairs. She knew something was bothering her partner but she decided not to push it.
Mulder, meanwhile, locked everything up and headed for the shower. After standing under the near scalding water for about ten minutes, he dried himself and crawled into bed.
He awoke about 12:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep. He had been dreaming of Scully, Cancerman and his sister. The perfect makings for a nightmare, he thought bitterly. If only Cancerman had kept away, it would have been a far nicer dream. Tossing and turning for about twenty minutes; Mulder finally got up, put his FBI academy shirt on and made his way out to
the hammock he and Scully had found and hung that morning. He tried to be quiet but he knew his partner would hear him and make her way down to him eventually, which was what he needed her to do.
Scully, in the meantime, heard Mulder go outside and when she peered out the window, she saw him sitting in the hammock. She waited a few minutes to give him time to collect his thoughts; then she grabbed the blanket, knowing he wouldn't have taken one himself and went outside.
Mulder heard the kitchen door shut and a few seconds later a familiar voice say, "is this net taken?"
He looked up and shook his head no. She sat down next to him and both were silent for a time.
"How did you know to come out here Scully? How do you always know when I need you?"
"Well, you always make just enough noise to wake me -intentionally or unintentionally. Also, we seem to know each other better than everyone else. I just feel it and come find you, where ever you are."
"Well Scully, I really do need you now," Mulder said quietly.
"Why ..." Scully asked, putting her hand just next to his.
"Scully, when I saw you today, with the blood and all, I've never felt more scared. I thought it was all starting again. I couldn't bear to watch that happen to you again. It would kill me to know you were in pain, to have you hurting and knowing that I could only stand by and watch." He grabbed her hand and held it as though his life depended on it. "Today, when I saw you like that, my whole world crumbled for a moment. That three minutes while you were upstairs were pure hell. I don't want to come so close to losing you again, ever." His voice cracking as he said these last words.
Mulder dared to glance over at Scully and was surprised to see tears in his eyes. He reached out to wipe away the ones that had fallen and this simple gesture undid her composure completely. She leaned on Mulder's chest and cried without restraint. Mulder felt his own tears falling, so he held her tightly and waited till she had finished.
She looked up at him with a tear stained face and gave him one of her 'Mulder, you're absolutely wonderful' kind of smiles. He smiled back, then shivered when he realized he was cold. Scully felt this and covered them both with the blanket. She had him lay down, and slipping down beside him with her head on his chest, she tucked the blanket around them. Mulder wrapped his arm around her and put his head back.
"You know Scully, I spend so much time looking for things from the stars that I never stop to look at the stars anymore."
"Stars are some of the few things left that are truly beautiful. No matter how much a person knows about them, they still have a mysterious quality that keeps them beautiful; even to the most pragmatic study."
"They're not the only things in my world that are truly beautiful," Mulder whispered into the top of Scully's head.
"Mulder ..."
"Yeah"
"I'll never leave you again, I promise."
"And I'll never let you go."
These last phrases were said so softly that they could hardly be heard with the ears but they were heard clearly within the hearts.
Around 4:00 am, Mulder awoke first. He glanced down and saw his partner's head on his chest with her red hair splayed across his arm. He was gripping Scully tightly too him and her arm was tucked around him. He decided that he could get used to waking up like this. He chuckled silently at the thought of Skinner finding them in such a position. Mulder decided that he had better savor the feeling of complete comfort and safety while he had his chance. He planted a light kiss on the top of Scully's head and then fell back asleep.
Scully felt Mulder's kiss and decided not to fight the warm feeling that spread through her. She left her head on Mulder's chest and listening to the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat, she relaxed in the safety of his arms and returned to sleep as well.
Mulder woke up slowly about 7:30 am. He felt Scully to stir as well.
"Scully," he said softly, "are you awake?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," was the muffled reply. "I hadn't planned on moving quite yet."
"I hate to tell you this doctor, but my bladder is about to explode and I didn't want to dump you on the lawn without warning."
Scully laughed and moved over. He almost ran into the house and Scully followed behind with the blanket.
A minute later, Mulder come back downstairs to find Scully curled up on the couch, still half asleep. He flopped down next to her and, putting his head on her shoulder, started to snore obnoxiously loud. She gave him a half smile and
playfully plugged his nose.
"So, what are you making me for breakfast Mulder?"
"Well, what would you and your bottomless stomach like?"
"Something that will hold me until at least 11 o'clock."
"There's not food enough in this house to do that, so will you settle for some fruit, toast, tea and possibly some cereal?"
Heaving a huge sigh and looking at him with sparkling blue eyes, "I guess I'll survive."
Pinching her nose in return, Mulder asked "can I redeem myself if I bring the food to you so you won't have to move an inch?"
"I believe you can, although then I'd have to lose all respect for you and refer to you as house boy for the rest of the day."
"I can live with that."
He came back to the couch with the food on a tray and some flowers stuck in a glass, he also had on an apron and a towel over his arm.
"For you, madam Scully," Mulder said in his most atrocious French accent.
Scully couldn't stand it any longer. She let out a laugh so loud Mulder almost dropped the tray. He set it down in front of her and turned to leave the room.
"Aren't you going to stay and eat," Scully asked, finally able to control her laughter.
"Fraternizing with the staff, madam Scully. Isn't that against the rules?"
"Since when have we ever played by the rules, huh?"
"Good point." Mulder sat down next to her and they proceeded to polish off breakfast.
Neither spoke of what had happened between them the before but both felt closer to the other than ever. Nothing needed to be said, really.
After putting the dishes in the kitchen and getting dressed, Scully found Mulder sitting on the porch steps. She sat next to him. "What's to be done today, house boy?"
Smirking at her, "well, we should work inside today because we really shouldn't add anymore sun to the burns we got yesterday. Especially you. You burn easier and faster than my mother's pork chops and those go up in flames like that
(snapping his fingers)."
"Better watch it or that name will remain permanently, including while at the office. Besides, you're right. Point me in the direction of a scrub brush. I'm ready to work an appetite."
Getting up, Mulder looked at Scully, "why am I not surprised."
Somehow, they managed to work through lunch and around five, Scully's stomach told her about the mistake. She had just finished scrubbing the bathroom floor, so she wandered around the house calling Mulder's name. She found him buried in the hall closet, washing walls. He finished his wall, backed out of the closet and found Scully behind him.
"Nice view," she said with amusement.
"Glad I could be of service." He walked around behind her, "not so bad yourself," nodding his head in approvement. He swatted her with a towel and scooted out the door before she could react.
Scully went to the kitchen and saw Mulder pulling the steaks out of the fridge, along with a can of peas from the cupboard.
"Give me 45 minutes Scully and you'll have a hell of a meal to quiet that stomach of yours."
Scully went back to clean up her stuff, then she picked up Mulder's mess in the hall as well. It was the least she could do considering she hadn't eaten this good in a long time. She also had time to take a quick shower.
She returned about half an hour later to find the table set, the food cooking and the bottle of wine on the table. Also, Mulder's box of Ho-Ho's was sitting on the counter, waiting for desert. Mulder breezed past her, saying he was going to take a shower and threatening her if she touched anything. She sat
on the counter and ten minutes later he returned. He put the food on the table and retrieved the steaks from the broiler. Scully was about to open the wine but Mulder took the bottle from her hands,
"Not tonight, I'm the house boy, remember?"
He poured them both a glass and sat down across from Scully.
"Everything looks fabulous Mulder. Remind me never to doubt your cooking abilities again."
They began eating and halfway through, Mulder filled both glasses again, at Scully's request. This shocked him; usually they only had one glass apiece. By the time dinner was eaten, they had finished the bottle. They washed the dished and Scully picked up the box of Ho-Ho's, taking them out onto the porch. Mulder hesitated a moment, then retrieved the second bottle which he had placed in the refrigerator that morning. He carried it and the two glasses out to the porch as well.
"I hope you don't mind but I brought a second bottle," Mulder said sheepishly.
"I figured you were hiding one somewhere but I couldn't find it," she replied with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
"I hid it behind the refrigerator. I was hoping you wouldn't find it because I knew you'd yell at me."
"No. It tastes to good to be mad at you," Scully said, pouring herself a glass.
He opened the box of Ho-Ho's and they proceeded to finish both them and the bottle.
Scully got up a while later and walked over to the railing. "There's a storm coming," she said, looking at the lightning flashing in the distance, although it was to far away to hear the thunder.
Mulder came up behind her and put his hands on her back. Unconsciously, he began to rub her neck and shoulders. He could feel the knots in her muscles from scrubbing all day, so he continued.
Scully felt her body relax from the wine but more from Mulder kneading her shoulders and back. She let her head fall forward and let out a sigh of contentment. After a few minutes, Scully turned and started to work on Mulder's neck. Both began to yawn from the wine and from the gentle caresses. Without a word, both went inside, turned out the lights and went up
to their rooms - calling a soft goodnight before closing their doors.
A crash of thunder woke Scully and for a moment, she had no idea where she was. She remembered a second later and realized she had broken out in a cold sweat. Ever since the stormy night Duane Barry had taken her, Scully had been terrified of thunderstorms; although she would never admit it to anyone
but her dog. She told herself to stop being ridiculous but in the middle of the night while still under the effects of the alcohol, her mind began to race. First a branch hit the window, then she saw a shadow in the corner of her room. The next thing she knew, Scully was standing next to Mulder's bed.
"Scully, what's wrong? Are you all right?" his voice and eyes full of concern.
"Please don't laugh but ever since Duane Barry, I've hated storms and the dog's not here to talk to and there's a branch hitting the window and I keep seeing shadows." She said all this in a rush, blushing furiously but visibly shaken.
Without a work, Mulder lifted the covers and motioned for her to get in. She did so gratefully and at that moment, the storm arrived full force. Scully buried her head in Mulder's chest and curled into a ball. Mulder just held on, stroking her hair and telling her that he wouldn't let anything hurt her again. A couple of minutes later, the storm slowed for the moment and he whispered in Scully's ear, "at least we won't have to wash to windows outside tomorrow."
Scully relaxed a little at this. She lifted her head and found herself looking directly into Mulder's eyes. She held the gaze for a moment, then leaned forward and gave Mulder a kiss on the chin. She put her head beck down and molded herself against him as the storm picked up intensity again. Scully felt Mulder drop a kiss on her head, then on the tip of her nose. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and as they both relaxed in each other's arms; they slept.
Around 5:30, Scully woke up because she felt something laying on her. She opened her eyes slowly and discovered Mulder sound asleep with his head on her stomach. Scully realized that she had taken his pillow and she figured that sometime during the night, he must have worked his way down and was now using her belly as a substitute. His left arm was also thrown across her left leg. If he didn't look so comfortable, she thought, I'd wake him up and give him back his pillow. Then, as she looked down at his face, Scully realized that since they had gotten to the house, neither had spoken of their work, which usually took precedence over regular talk. She had never realized just how much the two of them had in common. She reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of
Mulder's eyes and he stirred. She stopped quickly and waited, hoping he wouldn't wake up. Scully was enjoying this rare opportunity to really look at him without feeling guilty about it. He moved his right hand to her arm then continued his sleep, undisturbed. Scully let out a silent sigh of relief and continued to stare at him, memorizing the familiar outline of his face. She put her hand on the scar on his forehead, then gently ran her fingers over his hair. She examined his lips, then traced his chin up to his right ear. Suddenly,
Mulder opened his eyes and to her surprise, Scully didn't remove her hand but left it on his cheek.
Mulder looked at her in confusion. "Why am I laying on your stomach?"
"Because I think I stole your pillow," she answered, still not moving her hand.
"Oh," Mulder lifted his head, brought his left hand up and rested his chin on it. "I guess I decided that you were the next best thing."
Scully's hand had slid off his cheek but her fingers were still on his chin. "I don't know if I should feel insulted or honored."
"Honored, I'm very particular about where I put my head."
"I can deal with that. I didn't mean to wake you. It's just that I thought of something. Did you know that we haven't gotten on each others nerves in almost four days. Are we going for the world's record?"
"Either that or there is something in the water." He reached up and touched the cross that hung on Scully's neck and was laying on her chest. He held it between two fingers, not looking at her as he spoke, "In the past four days, I've gotten closer to you than in five years. Maybe its the house, maybe its not having to worry about a case, maybe its because up here, we've both let our defenses down more than usual. We've been allowed to see each other as we really are, with no job between us. I almost don't want to go back to the real world. We'll return to being our uptight selves, holed up in the basement, working endlessly."
Putting her hand back on his head, "you know, we don't have to go back to being those people although I kind of enjoy arguing with you."
"Of course you do, you win more than me." Mulder finally looked up at Scully. "I enjoy us this way. It's going to be kind of tough to go back to that couch of mine. Here, I feel more safe than I have in a long time. I haven't had one nightmare since we came. There's no Skinner breathing down our neck, no extraordinary creatures lurking behind doorways, my phone hasn't rung since we got here - do you have any idea the luxury that is? I want to go back to the job, don't get me wrong, I love our work but for the last four days, I've had a
life. I don't think I've ever had one before. I'm going to miss this, miss us here, being real friends without the threat of being killed hanging over us." Mulder let go of the cross but kept his hand where it was.
"Mulder, everything has changed, can't you see that. We haven't given up one thing and we don't have to give up the other. In my opinion, life is going to improve greatly because we've had this time together. Life will go back to its chaotic self but we've changed, you and I. Change can be a good thing, believe me. Trust me on this one, we'll return to that chaotic world but I for one will not forget this place. I could get used to taking vacations after all. To think, I wasn't going to come up here at first."
Mulder smiled, "now that would have been tragic to say least. I wouldn't trade this vacation for anything. The doctor really can make everything better, can't she." Mulder laid his head back on Scully's stomach and closed his eyes as she
began to stroke his cheek with her left hand.
Without opening his eyes or looking up, Mulder said in a sleepy voice, "Scully, I think I'd like to keep you."
He couldn't see the surprised happiness in her eyes but he felt her body relax under him and he knew that she was smiling.
That was enough for him, at least for now. He fell back to sleep with his head cradled by his best friend's body.
Mulder awoke to the smell of ham and eggs. He got up and followed his nose into the kitchen. There he found Scully standing in front of the stove. He walked up behind her and put his chin on her shoulder,
"Whatcha ya doin'," he asked, looking into the frying pan.
"I've decided that I owe you at least one meal considering that you've fed the bottomless pit," rubbing her stomach, "for the last four days. My cooking hasn't killed you yet so stop making those hideous faces."
Straightening his face out, Mulder said innocently, "me, mock your cooking. Who's been feeding me forever? Whenever I come to your door, you give me food. I'm just making faces because if I give in too quickly, you'll think me a pushover."
"Mulder, if you are one thing in this world, it is not a pushover, by any means."
"Thanks." He sat down at the table and picked up a fork. "Now feed me or I may have to get hostile."
"We wouldn't want that now would we." Scully filled up his plate, then hers. She sat across from him and both began to eat in relative silence. A few minutes later, Scully put down her fork and tapped Mulder on the hand to get his attention.
When he looked up, Scully said in a quiet voice, "thank you for last night."
Mulder looked at her in surprise, "for what?"
"For keeping me company and for not making me feel like a complete idiot because I was scared of something totally irrational."
"Irrationality is in the mind of the beholder Scully, and I for one, refuse to believe that you would let an unwarranted fear control your life. If you say that you're frightened by something, I will believe you. I'd never laugh at you and you know it. I am more than happy to do anything that will make you feel better. Just remember that, all right. Besides, I have never been one to disbelieve. You ought to know that by now."
Suddenly Scully got up and gave Mulder a big hug. She said into his ear, "you know what?"
"What?" he whispered back.
"I think I'd like to keep you too."
She let go of him and proceeded to dump her dished in the sink. Mulder just stood their with a silly grin on his face, staring at the fiery red head at the counter. His fiery red head, he thought to himself. He walked out of the kitchen whistling the theme to Star Trek. Scully heard this and grinned, knowing he only did that when he was in a really good mood.
By the time they actually got outside, it was after ten and the heat of the day was already bearing down. Both went to work cleaning out the shed. By five o'clock, they had accumulated a mountain of trash. When they were finished carrying it out to the curb, both were covered with sweat and dirt.
Scully looked at Mulder and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You."
"Well, you're quite amusing yourself, you know."
"It's just that I don't think I have ever seen you this dirty before. If the other agents could see us now, they'd probably keel over. The two cellar dwellers actually went out in the fresh air and did manual labor. They probably wrote us off long ago."
"Well, I guess we just won't invite them up here, now will we. Our reputation can not be tarnished by revealing that we're real people."
"Good idea." Scully walked over and picked up the hose that was lying on the ground, she turned the water on and aimed at Mulder. Before he could get out of the way, a spray of water hit him. "I guess I'll just have to clean you off before we go back, won't I."
He made a grab for the hose and turned the spray onto Scully. After a old fashioned water fight, both of them were soaked to the skin. Scully made one last ditch effort to attack and ended up skidding on the mud they had created. She ran into Mulder and they landed in a heap on the ground with Mulder on top. They both realized just how close they were to each other and without thinking Mulder put his head down to kiss Scully as she raised her head to do the same.
At that moment, the telephone rang. Mulder slammed his fist into the mud, "why does that damn thing ring at the most inopertune times?"
Rolling off of Scully, he picked up the phone and handed it to her.
"I don't want to answer it, Mulder. You know it's Skinner. Please, you talk to him."
"I don't want to talk to him. I say we just let it ring."
"Fine, give me the phone. You're gonna owe me for this one buddy."
"Scully, you're an angel."
Scully stuck out her tongue at Mulder and said hello into the phone.
After a minute of solemn conversation, Scully said good bye and hung up.
"Guess?"
"Our wonderful boss and he wants us to take another weeks vacation?" Mulder asked, not even believing it himself.
"Keep on dreaming. He wants us back as soon as we can. He says he's got something he wants to show us."
"Another case?"
"I assume. He didn't want to discuss it over the phone." Scully looked at Mulder with a look of disappointment. "I guess we had better get ready to go. We can either leave tonight and get a decent amount of sleep once we get back or we can stay here and leave about four o'clock tomorrow morning. Which sounds
better to you?"
"Neither but I guess going tonight is more practical. We've got a lot to do before we go. Why don't you take your shower first, since you've got more mud on you than I do. I'll put the stuff away out here. Sound good."
Scully just stood there looking at him. "For the first time in my life, I really resent having this job."
Mulder stepped up and faced Scully, "we can always come back you know."
"I know but I want to stay here," not daring to look into his eyes, "with you."
Scully said this then quickly turned and walked into the house. Mulder waited a moment then followed, ignoring the mud he was dripping on the floor. He went upstairs and without knocking, walked into the bathroom. He saw a heap on muddy clothes on the floor and Scully standing in front of the shower clad only in a towel.
"No matter what," Mulder said, trying not to stare at the short towel covering Scully, "promise me that you'll come back here with me, soon. This place wouldn't be the same without you. No matter how busy we are, we'll make the time to get away. Promise?"
She saw the pleading in his eyes and ignoring the fact that she only had a towel on, she walked to him and gave him a hug. "I promise that no matter what, I'll come back here. Nothing could keep me away."
"Honest truth?" Mulder asked quietly.
"Honest truth. Now get out of here before I lose my towel."
"You know Scully, maybe I should stick around. What if you need someone to hand you the soap or wash the bottoms of your feet. I'm really good at that," Mulder stated with a sly grin.
Scully shoved him toward the door, "I'll holler if I need you for anything, now OUT!" She said all this while laughing and trying to keep her towel on.
Mulder grinned and went outside, shutting the door behind him.
About six o'clock, they had gotten everything packed back in the car and were taking a last look around to see if they had locked all the doors and windows. When they were finished, Mulder locked the front door and walked with Scully out to the car.
"You want to drive?" he asked Scully, knowing she would turn the offer down because she didn't enjoy driving at night as much as he did.
"No thanks. With my luck, we'd end up in Canada."
"Just don't forget that I get lost more than you do. Don't yell if we do end up at Niagra Falls or worse."
"I'll take my chances." She settled herself into the passenger seat for the three hour drive ahead. Mulder got behind the wheel and slowly they pulled down the drive, both wishing that they could go back to the moments before the phone rang.
Driving along, both could feel the tension in the car. Mulder was silently cursing the phone and Scully knew he was annoyed, not at her but at how things had turned out. After about twenty minutes, Scully could stand it no longer.
"Mulder."
"Yeah, Scully."
"If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around to hear it, would you insist on investigating it or would you just let it go?" Scully asked in a serious voice.
In an equally serious voice, Mulder answered, "You bet your sweet ass I'd investigate, and I drag you right along with me. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?"
At this, Scully burst out laughing. "I needed to say something to break the tension that seems to have built up in this car and I thought that would do it. From the feel of it, I'd say it worked."
After that, conversation began to flow easier. Mulder began telling Scully about the good times him and Samantha had had up at the house. She curled up on her seat and closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of her partner's voice. Scully felt herself drifting off to sleep and she welcomed the rest after the long day they had had.
Mulder was wishing curses on anyone he could think of when Scully asked him the question about trees. He knew she was trying to lighten the mood he was in and after hearing her laugh, he felt better, although he still wished they had never answered the phone. He began to tell Scully about the things him and his sister did when they were kids. After about fifteen minutes he realized that Scully had stopped responding. He looked over and saw her asleep, with her hair falling over her face. He smiled and reached over to pull up the coat that had slid off her lap. He drove on in silence.
About an hour later, "Mulder ..."
"What is it Scully."
He didn't get a response so he asked again, "What?"
Mulder looked over and realized that Scully was talking in sleep. He reached over and put a hand on her arm. Quietly he said, "go back to sleep."
"No. What would have happened if the phone hadn't rung?" Scully asked in a muffled voice, still sound asleep.
"I think I just might have maybe kissed you." Mulder whispered, not believing he was actually telling her this, asleep or not.
"I would have liked that. Maybe we'll get stuck in the mud again."
"I can only dream," he said, wondering if she would remember any of this when she woke up.
"I like you Mulder. My mom was right, you are a wonderful guy." These last words were mumbled as Scully shifted in her seat and continued her slumber in silence.
Mulder moved his hand down to her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I like you too."
Scully awoke not long after this conversation and from Mulder's view, she didn't remember any of it. He guessed this was just as well. He had no idea how he would react otherwise. They pulled into a gas station to get some coffee and Scully offered to drive the rest of the way.
"No way. We haven't got lost once. I have to drive the whole way so I can use this against you when you get to ripping on me."
"Me. Make fun of you. Never. Where do you get your information from?"
"You."
"Oh. Well, live and learn." Scully hopped back in the car and they continued on their way.
A couple hours later, Mulder turned into Scully's driveway. "Here we are. Why don't you unlock the door while I get your stuff for you."
"What a gentleman." Scully began looking for her keys as she walked to the door. Halfway up the walk, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
Mulder came up behind her, "you do realize you can't reach the door from here, right?" he said playfully.
"If I was at the door, it wouldn't make any difference. I don't have my keys."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I remember throwing my keys on the counter when we got there. I'm guessing that they're still there." Scully looked up at him in apology. "I forgot to grab them when we left."
"I never thought I'd see the day when you forgot anything. I'm kind of proud. You've come over to the dark side with the rest of us. At least I have my key. I'll get you in and you can thank me generously in any way that you see fit."
"No you can't. I had the locks changed, remember. I made you a key and left it on the counter inside to give to you when you picked me up. You didn't grab it, did you?"
"That would be a big no. How about your neighbors, your mom?"
"No neighbor has a key. I gave mom the new one but she's visiting my brother. She won't be back until tomorrow."
Mulder started back toward the car. "I guess you're stuck with me one more night. Come on, I'm starving. We'll pick up something on the way to my place."
Mulder smiled to himself. Someone upstairs really must like him because now he had Scully to himself for one more night. Scully, in the back of her mind, felt almost guilty because she was glad she had forgotten her keys. Both got into the car and headed for Mulder's apartment, silently happy about how things had turned out.
After picking up food, they pulled up at his apartment. Scully grabbed the food while Mulder grabbed the bags. He grinned as he pulled out his keys and shook them at Scully. "So this is what it's like to be powerful. I think I like it."
"Just open the door house boy," Scully said over the bags she was holding.
"With pleasure madam."
They got into the apartment and immediately attacked the food. Within minutes they had devoured most of it and Mulder put the rest in the refrigerator to have for breakfast.
"Well sir, who gets the couch," Scully asked, eyeing what Mulder considered his bed.
"Guests get the couch, pure and simple. I'll get you another blanket." Mulder scurried off before she could argue. He returned with a real pillow as well. "I've been saving this for a special occasion. Here you go," he said, tossing the
pillow at her.
"Wow, I'm now considered a special occasion. Most would tell me to pull up a piece of floor. I think I like it here." Scully began digging through her bag and a second later produced her pj's, which consisted of a pair of shorts and the Knicks shirt Mulder had given her for her birthday as a joke.
"I told you I'd wear it." Scully said, although she was thinking how she rarely slept in anything else.
She changed while Mulder set his "bed" up on the floor next to the couch. Scully laid down and Mulder turned out the light. He settled himself down and called goodnight. A few seconds later, Scully's head appeared over the side of the couch. "I'm getting the strangest feeling of de `ja vu, how 'bout you?"
Mulder reached up and grabbed her hand. Putting it on his chest and wrapping his own hand around it, he grinned and looked up at Scully, "I am now."
He closed his eyes and drifted off knowing that he wouldn't have any nightmares that night. It took Scully a little longer to fall asleep but she did eventually, safe in the knowledge that Mulder was next to her, wanting her close.
The next morning, Mulder woke up to the sound of the shower turning off. A moment later, Scully walked out the door and much to Mulder's surprise, she was wearing his robe. She looked at him, then grinned. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it."
Mulder just nodded, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would give away what he was thinking: that he had never seen Scully more beautiful, standing in his bathroom doorway dripping on his floor. He realized that Scully said something else. Embarrassed, he asked her to repeat her statement.
Amused, "I was curious as to what Skinner might think if I went to the office in this?"
Still slightly distracted, "Why?"
"Because I don't have any clothes here. This is not my place, remember. I sure can't go in wearing a pair of cut offs and a torn t-shirt now can I?"
"I could guess the reaction would be quite interesting. It would only add fuel to the fire about us being 'not quite right'. Hell, I think you should go in the robe."
"Mulder, you really are nuts aren't you?"
"I can only try. Now, ask me if I have anything you can wear."
"What. Why would you have anything of mine? You been raiding my closets again?"
Laughing, Mulder replied, "no, but I think I can come up with something."
At that, he disappeared into the closet and emerged with one of Scully's jackets and a pair of slacks. She just stared at him, "where in the world did those come from?"
"From the dry cleaner. Where else?"
"OK, I see we're going to do this the hard way. Why do you have my clothes from the dry cleaner?"
"I just enjoy playing with your mind. You asked me to pick them up before you went to the hospital."
"Mulder, that was over a month ago! You've had them that long and you didn't give them to me."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mulder put on his best 'I'm sorry, will you forgive me' look and stuck out his bottom lip. Scully couldn't resist that, no matter how hard she tried and both of them knew it. She groaned and took the clothes back to the bathroom with her. Scully stopped before she closed the door, "why can't I ever stay mad at you?"
Without missing a beat, " 'cause I'm cute." He left her in the doorway and he walked into the kitchen whistling.
After they had finished breakfast which consisted of the leftovers, Scully called her mom and left a message that they would be by later in the afternoon to get her key. She walked down to the car while Mulder finished trying to get his hair
to obey. She stifled a laugh when he came down and she saw that he had not succeeded. "Don't even say it."
Innocently, Scully replied, "say what."
"Why do I hang out with you again?"
Using his own retort against him, " 'cause I'm cute."
"And you always seem to be right." Both got into the car and headed towards the city.
They went straight to Skinner's office after Mulder parked the car. The door was open so they peered inside. Skinner looked up, "good morning. I didn't expect you here so soon."
Scully spoke up, "we came back last night. It was easier than leaving at three o'clock this morning."
"At any rate, I'm sorry to cut the vacation short."
"It's all right," Mulder said, pulling out a chair for Scully, then taking a seat next to her.
"Well, keep that good attitude for a few minutes longer. The police caught the guy who was going to be your next case."
Mulder laid his head back on the chair, "meaning vacation was cut short for no real reason."
"Mulder, I only found out about an hour ago. I tried up at your mother's place but no one answered. I am sorry."
Scully cut in, giving Mulder her patent ' don't say a word' glance, "it's OK. We have some stuff to catch up on anyway." She stood up and put her hand on Mulder's shoulder, "come on, let's go wade through your office. You don't have any excuse for not doing some cleaning now that I've seen you scrub more than
your coffee mug."
Mulder got up and nodded to Skinner. Both walked out of the office and down to the basement. Mulder opened the door and Scully turned on the light. They were greeted by their familiar clutter and a six day old donut on Mulder's desk.
He laughed and Scully smiled, "Oops. That would be mine wouldn't it?"
Scully picked up the donut and banged the side of the desk. She handed it to Mulder, "here, you needed a new paper weight anyway."
Both settled in and began to read their mail, which had piled up quite a bit while they were gone. About an hour later, Mulder got up to go get some coffee. He returned with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is it?" Scully asked, confused.
"I just ran into Skinner and he said since we had to come back early, we can finish our vacation anytime and we'll get two extra days."
"I'd think you were playing with me again but I have a feeling you're not. You are serious, right?"
"Oh yeah. When do we leave?"
"We?"
Turning red, Mulder stammered, "I just kind of assumed that we could go back to the house. I guess I should have asked first, huh?"
"In this case, assumptions are truth. We should probably stick around here for awhile though. All's I know is I still want my full vacation and I plan on getting it."
"A woman of action, I like that. It fits you well." Mulder sat back at his desk and both continued to catch up on the last week.
The phone rang later and Scully got called up to the labs. Mulder decided he might as well surprise Scully with a semi-clean office so he got to work as soon as she left. She returned around three and found Mulder reading in his chair,
the room around him cleaner than it had been in five years. She stood in the doorway, shocked. He got up and took her arm, "take a good look around Scully. It may never look like this again."
"You have just rendered me completely speechless. You know, I never knew your desk had a top. I'm impressed."
Suddenly, Scully turned to him, "you want to get out of here. Mom should be home by now."
"Excellent thinking. If I'm stuck down here another minute, I may have to scream." He grabbed his keys and led Scully out the door, turning the lights off as he went.
On the way to her mom's house, Scully called again. Her mom answered and Scully told her they were on their way. When she hung up, Mulder looked at Scully, "why didn't you tell her what happened? She's probably been wondering since she got home."
"It will be easier to tell her when we get there. The story is a little to crazy to tell over the phone. Besides, if I know my mother, she'll keep us for dinner and make us tell her all over again."
"Dinner. That reminds me, I'm starving. What do you think she'll have?"
"Mulder, you're incorrigible. Turn up here."
As he made the turn, "you're brother isn't going to be there is he?"
Surprised, Scully turned to look at him, "No, why?"
"Because I get the impression that none of your brothers like me?"
With a little smile, "they never liked any guy I was friends with. It's just that whole protective thing. You wouldn't have liked any of the guys Sam went out with either."
In a quiet voice, "did you realize that that's the first time you called her Sam instead of Samantha?"
"I'm sorry. I guess being up at the house made her seem more real that ever. I didn't mean any offense"
"No," Mulder said in a louder voice, "I like that you feel comfortable enough to call her that. When you say it, your voice doesn't carry the hint of contempt that everyone else's does."
Scully looked at him and put her hand on his thigh, "one day Mulder, I would like to meet your sister and tell her what a wonderful brother she's got."
Feeling the pressure of Scully's hand, "I'll have to tell her what a wonderful partner I've got."
They drove on in silence, Scully leaving her hand on Mulder's leg. About twenty minutes later, Mulder pulled into Mrs. Scully's driveway and turned off the car. Scully's mom had already opened the door for them and was standing there, waving. Scully opened the door and gave her mom a hug and a kiss. Mrs.
Scully then turned to Mulder and on reflex, he gave her a hug as well.
She was surprised by this and said with a smile, "thank you Fox. I didn't expect that but I will from now on."
"Mom, don't call him Fox."
"Don't worry about it Scully. Your mom is one of the few people in the world who can get away with calling me that."
"OK. Fox, Dana, first question - why do you need my key? and second - are you hungry?"
Mulder looked at Scully with a smile that said I told you so. "It's a long story and we're starving, at least I am."
"Then how about I go find us some dinner." Mulder and Scully followed her into the kitchen, with Mulder pulling Scully's hair as they walked down the hall. Both sat down at the counter and began to tell the story of the last week, interrupting each other good naturedly. They continued to talk through dinner and then they moved to the living room. Mulder took a seat by Scully on the couch. They finished their tale and Mrs. Scully laughed at both of them.
"Thank you Fox, for getting Dana out of that office of yours. I think she went back to work to soon but you know her, she never listens to anyone."
"No problem. Besides, she didn't have much of a choice. I told her if she didn't come, I'd hound her the entire time I was gone."
Scully hit Mulder in the knee, "Mom, I wouldn't have put it past him either," she said with a laugh. "I would have been getting calls at three a.m. telling me that he hit his thumb with the hammer or that the crickets were loud and the grass was a great shade of green. Although I'll say this, I've never had a more relaxing vacation." She glanced at Mulder, "thanks."
They continued their conversation until, without warning, Mulder dropped his head on Scully's shoulder, sound asleep. Mrs. Scully smiled when she noticed that her daughter's eyes had begun to drop as well. She got up and left them on the couch, turning off the lights as she went.
Scully and Mulder awoke around nine-thirty, confused because neither had realized they had fallen asleep. They wandered into the kitchen to find Mrs. Scully reading at the kitchen table. "Why did you let us fall asleep?" Scully demanded.
"Because I will not have either of you falling asleep on the highway. I've lost one daughter, I don't see a reason to lose another or her handsome partner. Don't you feel better though."
Sheepishly Scully replied, "yeah. Thanks." She looked at Mulder, "I guess we should get going."
"Let's move out then." They all walked to the door and Mulder gave Mrs. Scully another hug and a giant kiss on the cheek. Scully laughed, "trying to outdo me, partner."
"Yup." He went out the door to turn the car on, leaving both of them laughing on the front porch.
Scully gave her mom a big hug. "I'll get your key back to you. Thanks for dinner."
Mrs. Scully held on for a moment and said, "come back soon and don't forget to bring that nice young man. I enjoy his company immensely."
"So do I, mom. He'll come back, if only for the free meal and the hug." Scully walked down the sidewalk where Mulder was patiently waiting, holding the door for her. They got in and drove of down the street, waving.
"That one had better not get away." Mrs. Scully thought to herself with a smile as she turned to go back into the house.
Once they got back, Mulder dropped Scully back at her house. He went in to retrieve his key and decided he had better get out of there fast because if he didn't, he just might do something both of them would regret. Mulder said a quick goodbye and practically ran to the car, leaving Scully more than a little
confused. She shrugged her shoulders and got ready for bed, hurt that he didn't even make an attempt to stay for awhile.
Mulder, on the other hand, sat in his car around the corner, yelling at himself for being such an ass. He debated whether or not to turn around and go back but decided Scully would probably be mad and right now, that would have killed him. He drove home slowly, knowing that he'd be alone and cursing himself because of it.
Scully hadn't been able to sleep at all and around ten-thirty, she heard a pounding on her door. It annoyed her a little because she wanted to wallow in her self-pity awhile longer. Then she looked at the clock and realized just how late it was. She got up, picked up her gun and went to look out the peephole. Scully saw Mulder standing there with his hands in his pockets. She debated whether to let him in but decided she had better. Upon opening the door, Mulder rushed in and grabbed her in a hug, holding her tightly.
"Mulder, what are you doing? Why aren't you at home?"
Easing up a bit, he looked at her, "I tried to go home but when I got there I realized something. You weren't there with me. I suddenly missed you terribly and decided that I needed to come here."
Scully was shocked. Usually when Mulder said these kinds of things, he would stammer, look embarrassed and avoid eye contact. Tonight however, he said them in confidence, looking straight into her eyes. "Why did you need to come here?" Scully asked, both afraid of what might happen and hoping that it would.
"Because I've wanted to do this for about four years now and tonight seems like the proper time." Before Scully could reply, Mulder covered her lips with his. With that one kiss, all five years of hidden feelings Scully kept inside rushed to
the surface, and she held onto Mulder as if her life depended on it.
They dropped onto Scully's couch. "By the way, this is what I would have done while in that pool of mud."
She pulled him closer and began to take off his shirt, "this is what I would have done."
At that moment, by some sick twist of fate, the phone rang. Mulder put his head on Scully's chest, "don't answer that, please!"
Scully gave him a quick kiss and reached behind her for the phone, hoping that it wasn't Skinner. "Hello ... mom ... what is it, it's late. Well yeah, I was right in the middle of something."
Mulder chose at that moment to make his presence known. He called "hi Mrs. Scully. How are you doing?"
With that, he began to free Scully from her shirt as well. With a look of complete contentment, Scully said into the phone, "yes mom ... that is what I'm in the middle of ... Call me tomorrow, late." With that she hung up the phone and continued what she had started.
Mulder suddenly looked up from his exploration of Scully's stomach. "I just realized something. I am completely, helplessly, hopelessly, madly in love with you."
"To tell you the truth Mulder, I will love you forever: completely, helplessly, hopelessly and madly."
Without a word, Mulder picked Scully up and carried her into the bedroom. Both decided that the rest of their vacation would be spent in Scully's bed, starting now.
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in the cal-zone [draco malfoy]
request: “45, 55, 119, 179 and 318 for Draco? Of course, you don't have to use all of them, but I think it would be awesome if you did any combination of them, because I feel like they work well together. I also wanted to let you know I loved your Draco fic- you're an amazing writer and you've got yourself a new follower! <3″ - @quills-and-quaffles
word count: ~1700
a/n: guess who’s back, back again - it me back w more draco malfoy, the slytherin asshole who i love and hate at the same time! thank u requester for ur lovely compliments!!! thank u for following a lame teen like yours truly (,: also sorry i only did 2 of them yeet i just felt like they went together really well! an additional sorry for changing “i love u, u arsehole” to “i luv u, u arsehole” even tho i’m not rlly sorry. (: i hate myself for this title even tho i laughed like a hyena when i came up with it now enjoy this - i’m hungry for calzones *ben wyatt look into camera*
55: “have i entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
119: “i love you, you asshole.”
“Mr. Thomas,” you smile, lacing your fingers across the counter. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
It’s a slow day. You love slow days. Fewer people are hurt, you don’t have to deal with heartbroken families and friends, you have idle time to read, sometimes you are able to take a long lunch and go out with your boyfriend. Then again, you also have a slew of people who have a sixth sense, really, about when these slow days occur, and then make it their life’s goal to ruin them for you. For example, the elderly man in bright yellow standing before you, glasses askew, mouth twisted into a scornful frown, wand in the front pocket of his dress robes.
Why is he wearing dress robes?
“Yes, hello, girl,” he frowns, squinting at your name badge. Noticing how his beady eyes narrow in disapproval, you glance down and straighten it. “What does that say again? My eyesight is sore.”
Plastering a (probably strained) smile on your face, you repeat your name for possibly the hundredth time in the year you’ve been working at St. Mungos as a Healer’s secretary. If your calculations are correct, that’s roughly twice a week that he enters and forgets your name. You mean, you’re no good with names, either, but come on. “...Right,” he says a few seconds later. “I’ve seen your face before, I think.”
“I have assisted you every single week this past year, Mr. Thomas,” you remind him cheerfully. “What can I do for you?”
Mr. Thomas eyes you, scoffing, and shakes his head. “I need my potion. Why else would I be here?”
‘Here we go,’ you think as you take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the oncoming verbal onslaught you’re about to receive. “Mr. Thomas,” you begin hesitantly, “as I have said before, and have said every visit you pay us-” you register his deepening frown and try to lighten your sarcasm a bit, “we do not give out potion prescriptions. We may issue them, but you will either have to go to an apothecary to fill them, or brew them yourself. I might suggest Diagon Alley’s apothecary, as I am friendly with the Potions Master who works there. If you are closer to Hogsmeade, then I recommend that apothecary as well. There are also apothecaries littered throughout Muggle Great Britain if you know where to look.”
His scowl deepens. For a fleeting second, you think the ends of his mouth might go under his chin. “I do not want to go to Scotland or London or go looking for half-arsed apothecaries in between Muggle shops. I came here for a reason. I need my potion, you stupid girl, how do you have a job here? How are you not fired or terminated for being completely rubbish at what you do for a living? How-”
“Mr. Thomas,” a crisp, cool voice behind him utters. Your heart flips at the sound of it. Mr. Thomas’ expression turns to one of apprehension, and as he steps aside for the man behind him, you crane your neck to look at his face. Your boyfriend stands before you, clad in clean, ironed clothes that, knowing him, most likely cost a fortune. His platinum hair is groomed, but not slicked back - he doesn’t do that anymore, but rather lets it hang in front of his face and runs his hands through it to keep it at bay, like he does when he meets your gaze with his pretty slate eyes. For a millisecond, his sneer twitches into something of a smile, but then changes back once his eyes land on the man you were corresponding with.
Ah, you forgot that Draco is his boss. A shock of pride shoots through you, making you straighten your posture and stand up taller. “I advise you,” Draco continues icily, “to not speak to my girlfriend in such a manner. Apparate to Diagon Alley, fill your prescription, and return either to work, or your residence. I do remember you Flooing in sick this morning, or am I mistaken?”
Mr. Thomas averts his gaze, huffing softly. “You are not mistaken, Mr. Malfoy. I apologize to you and your partner. Have a nice day.”
“And to you as well, Mr. Thomas, do feel better and I will see you in my office at nine am sharp tomorrow morning. That will be all.” The sneer is a smirk now, which means Draco will be insufferable for the rest of the day. ‘Wonderful,’ you think, your internal voice dripping with sarcasm. You and Draco watch Mr. Thomas storm off, turning the corner to the Apparition point just beyond your line of sight. Once he is out of earshot, you chuckle, leaning forward to rest your chin in your hands.
“Mr. Malfoy,” you muse, a smile playing at your lips, “you are such an arse. You use your powers for evil things.”
“Evil?” Draco raises a blond brow. “My powers? Number one, since when was saving your arse evil? And number two, what powers do I manifest? Do tell,” he mirrors you until your noses are touching and you can see the flecks of light and dark blue in his otherwise grey eyes.
“Well,” you whisper, “maybe not evil. Maybe… trickery. Pranks. Jokes.”
“Standing up for my girlfriend is a prank? A joke?”
You continue with ease, “And your powers of intimidation, of course. Draco Malfoy, Intimidating Boyfriend Supreme. You really are a catch, aren’t you? And you’re all mine.”
Draco snorts. He lets a hand run through your hair, tugging it loose from the bun you’ve fashioned it in with a quill. Once it’s down, he pulls you closer by it and kisses you from across the counter. You inch forwards and wrap your arms around his neck, melting into his body and, well, the cold St. Mungos linoleum countertop, but that’s only a small price to pay when you get this much-
“Mr. Malfoy, I appreciate how happy you make my secretary. Really, I do,” wryly comments your boss, Melody, the head Healer in your branch of St. Mungos. You two fly apart, blushing like teenagers caught in the broom closet. “But I would appreciate it more if you save the snogging until after her shift is over or, at the very least, her lunch break begins.”
You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck and bite your lip. “Sorry, Mel…”
Melody balances three vials of what looks like Dreamless Sleep in one hand with the other holding her wand to levitate two chests behind her. She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “It’s fine. There isn’t anybody in here. Besides, I know my word alone cannot keep you two apart.”
Draco clears his throat. “I wanted to inquire-”
“Yes, fine. Go get it out of your system with a long lunch,” Melody waves you two away with her elbow, shaking the vials in the process. One nearly slips, but she gets it at the last moment before you can whip your wand out to catch it in midair. “But if I catch you two at it again this week, Draco will be banned from daytime visits. Banned! I mean it!” She pushes the door open to the actual St. Mungos with her arse and slides through it, letting it swing closed behind her.
You turn to Draco, laughing. “She doesn’t mean it.”
Draco murmurs, “Does she ever?” as he reaches over the side to grab your purse. He slings it over his shoulder and leads you out from behind the desk. You wave a hello to your co-worker, Haley, as she takes your place, chatting with another Healer, Ivan. Ivan and Haley bid you goodbye, only Haley having the politeness to nod to your boyfriend as well as you. Ivan only glances passively at him. You sigh, lacing your fingers with Draco on the way to the Apparition point. Before you can enter for a Side-by-Side, you take him by surprise and wrap your arms around his frame, burying your head in his chest. He hugs you back immediately. You breathe in for a moment, inhaling something that can only be described as “Draco”. It’s clean, pristine, like soap, mixed with his expensive cologne and the sun.
(He likes gardening. Gardening. You think back to your Hogwarts years and imagine angsty, teenage Draco gardening. You can’t, but something about this Draco seems incomplete without his gardening. It’s amazing.)
You mumble into his shirt, “You’re extraordinary.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “I really am.”
You pull away to give him a light slap on the chest. His face breaks out into a huge smile. Your heart warms at the sight of it, a rare, but awe-striking image nonetheless. “Am I in a different universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
“You’re definitely in a different universe, because I do not smile in this one,” he replies, still beaming.
You roll your eyes, biting your lip to restrain yourself from grinning. “I love you, you arsehole. Now,” you say, linking arms with him, “where to for lunch?”
“I was thinking I should take you to that Italian restaurant you wanted to go to the other night,” Draco suggests. “The… Muggle one.”
You blink, surprised. He says the word ‘Muggle’ not like it leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth, but like something somebody would say when they’re trying to find a replacement for a swear word. Cautiously, warily. You freeze, looking up at him. “...What? Do you not want to go there? We could get something else-”
You snort at how quick he is to retract it. “No, no, I’d love to go there. I’m… proud of you, is all.”
At that, Draco starts chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I’m trying. For you.”
You stand on your toes so you can reach your boyfriend’s face. You press a kiss against his warm, soft lips. It leaves a comforting, familiar feeling in your body, your fingers tingling as you reach up to press them against the sides of his face. When you break away, Draco plants his hands on your waist and leans back down for one more kiss.
“That’s all I could ever ask,” you whisper against his mouth, smiling. After pecking it once more, you hook elbows again, pulling apart for good. “Well, Draco, what kind of thing are you looking to try? Calzones? Pasta? I heard from Tessa their baked ziti is to die for.”
“What is a… calzone?”
A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth. “You’re in for a treat, Wizard Boy. Come on, I’m starving.”
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