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desswright29 · 8 months

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All up in your mind

Contains: Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Suspense

Word Count: 3.1k

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Last Time on Half Crazy (lol):

Riri sat in the darkness of the room, in the center of her bed. She’d hacked into Shuri’s Kimoyo beads allowing them to connect to hers a while back, and now she sat listening. Imagining Shuri taking care of her the way she took care of you. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her jaw clenched in anger. It should be her. You didn’t get her the way she did. Ok, so you looked good and were a good fuck. But what else? Shuri is confused. She doesn’t know what she wants or needs.

“I’ll show her.”

Riri was up bright and early, as she was every morning. Not much time to rest when there was a plan that needed to be put into motion. She danced around the lab as her music played over the speakers.

“Tell Mama that I’d do it for you

This rider always want you

I’ll be groupie for you”

She sang as she smiled visions of her and Shuri making love in this very lab taking over her mind. Shuri choking her up against the wall as she slammed her strap in and out of her. There was no kissing, no true connection.. and yes Shuri very well could’ve been using her body to relieve her stress. But, it happened; and she’d be damned if it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had! She bit her lip as she looked over her handywork proudly. A couple of weeks had passed since y/n came and fucked up all the progress her and Shuri were making together. Ugh, that little wife of hers had proven to be much more of a problem than Riri had anticipated. “Bitch.” She stated to herself. She wouldn’t be a problem anymore after today though. Today was the day that all of her hard work would be placed into action.

“I try to get all up in your mind

Is my love a crime

Cause I wanna make you mine”

For the past two weeks she played docile. Getting up early to have alone time in the lab to work on her “special project”. The rest of the day she would collaborate with Shuri with no unnecessary interactions. Not like it mattered any way. She’d been so caught up in her little reunion with her wife she wasn’t even paying her any mind and was continuously leaving Riri to her own devices in the lab. Last Tuesday she came in for an hour, then left to surprise y/n with a trip to fucking Santorini because her friend Tolu told her she’d been raving about some restaurant called Argo. Spoiled slut. But it ended up working to the benefit of Riri. She’d thought long and hard, making sure to be very strategic in the way she went about her plan.

At first she thought about coming up with away to remove Shuri’s memory of y/n. But everyone would know something was off with that. They’ve known eachother all their lives. Hm, no she knew she could do better than that. She thought about just drugging her, but that was so, primitive and temporary. And then there was Shuri’s panther suit. NANOTECH! It was brilliant! She’d just have to find a way to make the vibranium nanotechnology digestible. Riri would create a setting in her Kimoyo beads that would cause the tech to send transmitions to Shuri’s brain once it was inside of her body and then BOOM! HaHa! She’s in control of Shuri’s thoughts! It was a great day to be a GOT DAMN genius! And soon this would all be hers!

“I try to get all up in your mind

It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine

I try to get all up in your mind

I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine

My eyes, yeah, they really like your smile

It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while

You give me that good feeling that I need

Why don't you take the time to really notice me?

I try to get all up in your mind

It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine

I try to get all up in your mind

Be careful what you ask for 'cause I just might comply”

Riri laughs as the song ends. Today she’d have her Queen.

It was 5 am. Shuri sat in the claw foot bathtub, that sat in the center of your bathroom. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, and her mouth slightly ajar as she gripped the sides of the tub. “Hmmm” She groaned, as the hot water and vanilla scented bubbles sloshed over the sides of the bathtub. Your lips were attached to her neck and you held on to her small breast as you bounced up and down on her strap. “Ride that shit.” She whispered, bringing her hand down into the water and gripping your ass hard, bouncing you with one hand as she bit her lip. To say you and Shuri were back was an understatement.

Watching you two together now was sickeningly adorable. That is until it got uncomfortable, and then it was just sickening. But the kingdom was happy to see it. You two were making up for lost times. So in the past weeks everything you both did you did grandiose. The two of you became insatiable when it came to sex. There wasn’t a place in the world off limits and you didn’t care who was watching. And someone was definitely watching. Shuri’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as you continued to pull her orgasam out of her. You rode her with purpose as you felt the band about to snap in your belly. “Bast!” You pressed your body into hers, letting go of her breast and wrapping your arms around her neck. Something about your slippery breast pressed against Shuri’s created waves of euphoric pleasure throughout your body. She rubs your back as you bury your head into her neck.

“I feel you cumming Thandiwe, I’m right behind you” she continued rubbing your back with one hand and guiding your hips with the other. “You’re doing so good for me my pretty. Yes baby you’re squeezing me so nice.”Her kissing your cheek, biting your earlobe and whispering sweet nothings was sending you over the edge. You wanted to stay right here in this moment with her forever. “Oh Bast, you’re so good to my body sthandwa.”

“Mmmhm. You feel so good. You’re my forever, you know that? Who’s better than you umama?” Her breath tickled your ear as she spoke, sending electric waves down your spine. “That’s right. Let it out f-for m-me. Oh shit sithandwa kiss me. I’m cumming for you.” Shuri gently coached you through your orgasam and followed suit. Bringing your mouth to hers you shared a kiss that sent you floating into sub space as she came inside of you. You moaned your pleasures into eachothers mouths as she continued to keep your body pressed close to hers; still slowly thrusting making sure every ounce of her was released into you as you continued the soul stirring kiss.

“Ndiyakuthanda” Finally you break for air, pulling back from Shuri’s sweet kiss. “Nam ndiyakuthanda. ngayo yonke into endinayo (I love you too. With all that I have). Your glassed over eyes met Shuri’s just in time to see a tear fall, causing one to fall from yours as well. Both of you simultaneously brought your wet hands up to cup eachothers face, wiping away the tears and sharing a small laugh at how in sync you were. “It’s going to work this time.” Shuri reassured you as you nod in agreement. “I know it will.”

“And if it doesn’t it’s not the end of the world. There are other options. And no matter what. We have eachother. It’s us against the world My Queen.”

“Us against the world My King.” You giggle as Shuri’s smile spread big across her face. You couldn’t think of anyone that was more powerful, more sovereign, more supreme, or majestic than Shuri. Man or woman. So as ruler of Wakanda, you believed she deserved the title King and you referred to her as such. And every time. She loved it. “You’re trying to go another round huh?” She bit her lip pressing herself deeper into you. Laughing you immediately remove yourself from her strap. Standing to get out of the tub. “Absolutely not! We have so much to do today and I need to prop my legs up before the day begans, so I can start baking this bun!” Tapping your belly you smile down at Shuri. She grabs your thighs right beneath your ample bottom and leans up placing a delicate kiss on your tummy. “You’re so beautiful sthandwa. I’m forever grateful to call you mine. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.” You smile as she stands to her feet and envelopes you in another kiss.

Riri had to admit you two were better than porn. All she had to do was press a button and tune in and all of a sudden she was getting a show. She huffed, as she removed her fingers from her soaking wet cunt. She’d just finished cumming along with the two of you on top of Shuri’s desk. Listening to the two of you had become a guilty pleasure. The affirming words that Shuri would say to you, she would use to coax herself into her own orgasam. Pretending it was her that was drawing the lustful sounds from Shuri’s throat. Imaging that it was her pussy that Shuri’s tongue was caressing into tranquil bliss. Turning off the beads she popped her fingers into her hot mouth removing her juices from her fingers; envisioning tasting herself on Shuri’s fingers as she let out a sultry moan. “Pull yourself together Ri. You’ll have her soon enough.” She got off of the desk, and began fixing her clothes. Today, she wore her single braids in a low bun, and a form fitting black mini dress, she’d even applied a bit of makeup and wore heels. It was a special day and she wanted to look good for Shuri.

Shuri walked into the lab at 7:40 am on the dot, cheerful from the beautiful morning she’d shared with her y/n. Her smile was bright, hair freshly braided and she was dressed in her signature all black attire though she was a bit more casual than usual. Black sweats a black T-shirt and a black Nike tech jacket. Not a piece of lint in sight. Ugh! It didn’t matter how she dressed Shuri could make you quiver with just a glance in your direction, and Riri was no exception. Her powerful stride accompanied her through out the lab as she checked on her staff and their progress. Riri watched from the top of the stairs as her heart began to race with adrenaline. Turning toward the glass she gave herself a once over brushing her hands over her curves. “Let’s go get our woman.”

Riri slowly made her way down the stairs heels clicking against the concrete floors catching the attention of the Queen. Shuri did a double take once Riri entered her line of sight not used to seeing her dressed so… feminine. Assessing Riri’s body, Shuri’s lip upturned in appreciation. The woman was definitely a looker. “Good morning Shuri.” She smiled seductively as she approached her. “Good morning Ms. Williams. A bit out of dress code for the lab aren’t we?” Shuri turned away continuing her examination of the updates to the Dora’s weapons. Riri’s eye narrowed at the side of Shuri’s face. That’s not the reaction she was looking for. “Yea, well today is a special day. And I wanted to look nice.” Shuri nodded not yet acknowledging Riri’s statement. “Great job Amahle. These look amazing.” She spoke to one of the lab techs, causing Riri to fume. ‘I look fucking amazing! And she’s ignoring me!?’ Finally Shuri turns toward Ri motioning for her to follow her as she walked past her towards the stairs.

Shuri’s eyebrow raised at Riri in curiosity as she damn near jogged to catch up with her in her heels. “What’s the occasion?” A malicious grin spread across Riri’s face. Yes! Here we go. “I have a date tonight.” Riri looked at Shuri with intent. Looking for a reaction. Now both of Shuri’s brows where raised, eyes widening as her lips turned up in a genuine smile. Riri’s upper lip began to pull up in disgust. Quickly she recovered her expression, bringing it back to neutral. “Really!?, Well that’s great! I’m glad your getting out and mingling instead of just hanging around the lab.” Now standing in Shuri’s office, she sat on her desk facing the shorter woman who squirmed under her gaze. “I know the first couple of days here were rough when you returned. And I truly feel guilty for leading you on. I’m glad you’re moving forward Riri. And If it’s any consolation, you do look beautiful.” Shuri gave a cute lopsided smile that made Riri’s stomach turn. Shuri really had no feelings for her.

Riri placed the best fake smile she could muster across her face. “Thank you Shuri really! I know I took it hard at first but I figured it was best that I got over it. You and y/n are honestly so perfect for eachother.” Riri turned away, walking over to a covered dish sitting on top of the mini fridge. “I brought a bit of a peace offering. An apology for all the chaos I caused.” Picking up the dish she turned back toward Shuri with it stretched out to her. “I heard that pot bread was your favorite. So I made you some. If you’ll except my effort as an apology?” Riri’s big brown eyes sparkled as she looked up at Shuri with her sad kitten like eyes. Shuri looked down at the dessert as Riri uncovered the dish. The aroma permeated the office and a slow smile spread across her face as she now looked into Riri’s and took the dish into her hands. She extended her arms out welcoming Riri into her warm embrace. Riri closed her eyes as she took in Shuri’s cologne almost moaning at her scent. “Ofcourse I will Ri. If you’ll also except my apology. I didn’t bring anything to give bu-“

“No no no! You’ve done enough allowing me to stay here after everything. I’m sure y/n wanted me gone. So thank you. Just except my peace offering. Go ahead and try a piece! I’m dying to see if you like it.” Riri’s heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her palms were sweaty and she was getting antsy. “You ok?” Shuri pulled back obviously picking up on Riri’s elevation in nerves. “Y-yea! Yes. This conversation was just a bit nerve wracking. I’m glad I finally got it out of the way. And I reeeeally hope you enjoy this bread. It’s my first time.” She let out a nervous chuckle, as Shuri smirked. This was the moment of truth. Everything she’d worked for. She’d created ten very thin magnetic pieces of nanotech vibranium the size of atoms and placed them inside of the corner piece of the bread. Marking exactly wear to cut. Once that piece was ingested the atoms would connect and attach to the wall of her stomach. Once that happened it would send a signal to her beads. From there Riri would be able to send magnetic waves to Shuri’s brain and control her conscience. She could turn it on and off as she pleased. Meaning she could make Shuri do whatever she wanted when it was on and when it was off Shuri would have no idea what had taken place. She’d only have the memories that Riri would allow her to keep. It was brilliant.

“Well, it definitely smells amazing!” Shuri says as Riri takes the dish back from Shuri, placing it on the desk. Using a knife she had ready for use inside of the dish, she gently cut the piece placing it on a paper towel, handing it to the unsuspecting woman. “I hope you like it.” It wasn’t a lie. Even in this twisted situation Riri still wanted Shuri’s approval. She bit at her bottom lip in an effort to quell her anticipation. Without hesitation Shuri brought the dessert up to her mouth. Riri’s eyes sparkled in excitement, watching so closely that Shuri’s movements almost became slow motion. Finally, she bites into the delicacy. Shuri’s eyebrows raised and she began to nod. “Damn Ri. It’s delicious! I love it.” So much joy ran through Riri’s body she almost laughed out loud, as Shuri quickly finished it off. She settled for a goofy smile. Her body shivered. It was only a matter of time now. It shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes for the nanobits to find one another. So now we wait. A sinister smile spread across her face. “I’m so glad you like it.”

2 hrs later

‘Nothing. NOTHINGS FUCKING HAPPENING! I can’t fucking concentrate staring at these goddamned beads all day! Did I not take into account the herb? Is it causing adverse effects?’

Riri looked down at Shuri from upstairs as she spoke with another technician. She looked fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Riri let out a frustrated exhale plopping down in a chair in Shuri’s office and crossing her legs. Her hands cradled her face. ‘Damnit! Was all that work for nothing! This is my only hope she’s so in love with that hoe of a wife she has that she doesn’t see me. I have to think of someth-“

Bzzzz, Bzzzzz. Riri’s heart drops to her stomach. Slowly she pulls her hands from her face, and looks at her left wrist as it buzzed and lit up with blue light. It worked. She’d done it. She really fucking did it. Pressing one of her beads a projection of Tony Stark revealed itself. “Your atoms are in place. Make your request kid.”

“Shuri will fall out of love with y/n when I activate the atoms. She should remember me as her girlfriend. When I deactivate allow memories of us together to remain.”

“Sure thing kid. Transmition sent. Anything else?”

“Yes….Send her to me.” Riri pressed the bead removing the projection as she stood, walking over to Shuri’s desk leaning against it as her palms became sweaty and her heart rate picked up. She heard foot steps coming up the steps and she smoothed her hands over her dress, letting out a long soothing breath to calm herself as she waited. The foot steps got closer and closer and closer, until Shuri appeared in the doorway. She leaned against the frame, her gaze meticulously traveling Riri’s frame as she sized her up. And then her eyes connected with Riri’s. She seductively smiled with only one side of her mouth, before placing her bottom lip inbetween her teeth.

“Hey Ri baby.”

A/n: This next chapter is gonna be a MESS WHEW!! Stay tuned!

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Eat It, Twilight

Pairing: high!jake x female!reader, best friend!Bradley x female!reader

TW: drug use, shenanigans

Summary: Turns out you and Bradley are terrible influences when left to your own devices.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: if you read this when It first posted fucked up, no you didn't.

Jake's feet drag as they carry him in the front door and he drops his duffel bag next to his government-issued boots. Usually when he comes home, he knows what to expect. You racing toward him before he can even get inside, a home-cooked meal, sometimes a warm bubble bath with you leaned back against him.

What he doesn't expect is to hear you giggling loudly in the living room accompanied by a male laughing with you. His brows furrow as he pads down the hallway, slowly peaking his head in to see what's going on. Relief washes over him when he sees you sitting on the couch with none other than Bradley.

The two of you hanging out is nothing new. In fact, you knew Bradley before Jake. Your best friend is actually responsible for introducing you to each other. Jake's eyebrows shoot up as he rounds the couch and sees a splay of various foods all over the coffee table and he glances over at you.

That's new. Usually, he would find you watching some chick flick, but as you sit here now, the TV is off and Jake has no idea what has you in stitches. You look up at your boyfriend and immediately burst into a fit of giggles, followed by Bradley. Small chuckles soon turn into roaring laughter and the two of you double over as tears stream down your faces.

Jake watches you intently trying to figure out what the hell is going on. When he finally gets a good look he notices your eyes are hooded and bloodshot and realization washes over him. He turns to Bradley and sees him in the same state, his jaw-dropping.

"Wait," He starts in disbelief. "Are you guys high?!"

Your faces deadpan for a split second before you lose it again and that's all the confirmation Jake needs.

"You got my girlfriend high, Bradshaw? What is wrong with you?" He asks exasperated and Bradley gives him an offended look.

"No, she got me high! Something about us not getting a two-week leave very often and needing to take advantage of it. How could I argue with that?" He explains and Jake rubs a hand down his face.

“In our defense, we were left unsupervised.” You reason and he sighs.

He's just about to say something when a loud gasp interrupts him and his head snaps to look at you. Your face is lit up like a little kid and he's pretty sure whatever comes out of your mouth next is going to be ridiculous.

"I'm a fucking genius." You muffle with your mouth stuffed full of popcorn. "Like, Einstein-level genius."

Jake can't fight back his laugh at how giddy you look and shake his head. "Why is that sweetheart?" He smiles and suddenly your face gets serious as you devour a cosmic brownie.

"Because Jakey. I just realized that you should get high with us!" You chirp and he laughs loudly.

"Yeah, I don't think so." He replies and the pout you give him would almost make him sad if it wasn't so cute.

"Why? I've never seen you high!" You whine and he shakes his head.

"There's a reason for that, darlin'." He looks to Bradley for help and quickly realizes it's a lost cause when he sees him practically making out with a piece of pizza.

"This is the best goddamn thing I've ever had in my mouth." Bradley moans and you turn to look at him.

"Even better than Stacy Andrews senior year?" You ask and he stops to think before taking another bite.

"Okay, second best thing." He concedes and Jake's eyes dart between the two of you.

You whip back around to face Jake again and give him your best puppy dog eyes. "Please, baby? I'll do that thing you like." You offer while wiggling your eyebrows and Bradley gags.

"Gross. Keep it in your pants." He cringes and Jake laughs. HE stares down at you for a few more seconds and feels his resolve slipping as you bat your eyelashes.

"Fine, but it never leaves this room. Do you understand?" He relents and you clap your hands excitedly.

"Sir yes sir." You salute with a wink and Jake groans. One day you're going to be the death of him.

He watches as you refill the bong and hand it to him with a lighter. He takes it from you hesitantly as he sighs deeply. If only his mama could see him now, giving in to peer pressure. It's not like he hasn't done it before. He broke his D.A.R.E contract he signed swearing off drugs when he was in high school.

But this is different. He's not a floppy-haired sixteen-year-old anymore. He's a high-ranking lieutenant and fighter pilot with two confirmed air-to-air kills for fucks sake. Yet here he is about to light up in his living room like a frat boy. He supposes there are worse things he could be doing.

You start explaining how to use the device when Jake stops you with a look.

"This ain't my first rodeo, Cheech." He quips and you raise your hands in surrender.

"My bad macho man. By all means, show me how it's done." You grin and it breaks out into a wide smile as he inhales the smoke.

"Now you're really going to be a high-ranking officer." You're barely able to finish your joke as you burst into hysterics. It takes Bradley a few seconds to understand your terrible pun, but the second he gets it he gives you a high five while giggling like a schoolgirl.

Jake stares at the two of you blankly, wondering what the hell he just got himself into. The thought doesn't linger for long as he takes another hit and leans back on the couch waiting for it to hit him.

It doesn't take long for the light buzzy feeling to wash over him and he feels all his stress melting away. You're about to ask him how he's feeling when he reaches for the box of pop-tarts.

You watch silently as he brings his hand to his mouth and chews slowly with a faraway look in his eyes. You glance at Bradley and notice he's also watching your boyfriend with an amused expression before looking back at Jake.

When you see him taking a bite of his fifth pop tart out of his right hand and bringing a cookie to his mouth with his left hand you decide to say something.

"You doing okay there, champ?" He looks startled to hear your voice and looks over at you with wide eyes before giggling.

"I'm great." He mumbles with a mouth full of food and you laugh. He's so far gone and even in your haze, it makes you happy to see him look so innocent like the world hasn't scarred him yet.

You hear water bubbling and turn to see Bradley taking another hit before offering you the glass contraption.

"Fuck it." You say while taking it and making grabby hands for the lighter. You inhale deeply and hold it before blowing out a cloud of smoke and wait for the fresh high to consume you.

You don't know how long it's been but your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jake.

“When did we turn on Twilight?” He asks and you look at the TV screen.

“I have no idea.” You shrug and you watch as Jacob turns into a wolf.

“Were you Team Edward or Team Jacob?” Jake asks suddenly and your head lolls to look at him.

“I was team Carlisle to be honest. That man could get it.” You answer and he hums.

“Respectable.” He nods before turning back to the show. Turns out Jake has a lot of opinions on the series and he periodically speaks up.

“How’s he going to claim he wants to protect her and the launch her into a table at the speed of light? For being over 100 years old he’s pretty fucking stupid.” Jake laughs and you nod seriously.

“Well, there’s a turf war between wolves and vampires and everybody in town is too dumb to notice so maybe its something in the air.” You add and he glances over at you.

“Dude, right?!” He says exasperated and you nod your head as you both shove pizza in your mouth.

A comfortable silence falls over the three of you before Jake's voice rings out again.

"I want waffles." He declares before standing up to go to the kitchen and you follow after him. He opens the freezer and stares blankly for a few seconds before turning back to you.

"What are we doing in here?" He asks and you have to wrack your brain for a minute.

"Waffles!" You shout enthusiastically and his eyes light up.

"Ooh, waffles sound good." He nods before grabbing them from the freezer and walking over to the toaster. He pops them in and waits, confused as to what's taking so long.

You peek around him and shake your head. "You forgot to push the lever thingy down."

You can almost see the lightbulb go off and he perks up. "Oh." He laughs before pressing it and turning back to you.

The two of you zone out and practically jump out of your skin when the toaster pops up. Jake whips around and gasps.

"Oh my god waffles." He says, seemingly shocked. "When did those get in there?"

Your eyes widen and you look at them skeptically before turning to face your boyfriend.

"Magic." You whisper and the two of you burst into giggles.

"Hey!" You gasp while grabbing his hand. "We should put ice cream on these." You suggest and he nods his head dramatically.

"That's the best idea ever." He agrees and the two of you manage to make your concoction before rejoining Bradley.

"Hey," You say grabbing both men's attention. "Did you realize that when you buy a bigger bed you have more bed room but less bedroom?" You ask and they both stare at you blankly.

"I'm way too high for that." Bradley laughs and you join him, nodding in agreement.

The three of you continue laughing and eating until early morning before you finally pass out. Phoenix has been trying to text the three of you for the past hour, worried because you were all supposed to go to breakfast and you never showed.

When she doesn't receive any responses, she heads to your house and lets herself in half expecting to find a murder scene. What she does find is much more amusing. Her eyebrows shoot up when as she takes in the sight before her, and she takes out her phone to snap a photo.

You're slumped into Jake's lap and Jake is leaning on Bradley with an arm around him. Her eyes dart around the room, observing the absurd amount of food laying around and cartoons still playing in the background. When her eyes land on a bong, she laughs in disbelief.

"Oh my fucking God. They did not." She chuckles to herself and the sound is just enough to cause you to stir. Your eyes slowly peel open and you groan at the pain in your back from sleeping in an awkward position.

Your eyes adjust to the light and you blink slowly at the woman standing over you. "Hey." You greet and she looks at you amused.

"Hey, Puff the Magic Dragon. Fun night? It smells like a fucking frat house in here." She quips and you sit up slowly.

Your movement creates a chain reaction and Jake starts waking up which causes Bradley to groan and throw his arm over his face.

Jake looks around disoriented for a few seconds before getting his bearings and he squints up at Phoenix.

"When did you get here?" He laughs and she scoffs playfully.

"A few minutes ago. We were all worried when you didn't show up for breakfast so I came to make sure you're not dead." She explains and he half nods.

"That checks out."

Phoenix looks around at the mess again before turning back to a now barely functioning Bradley. "I can't believe you guys got high without me."

You look at her surprised and nod at the bong.

"Well, wanna waste away a Saturday?" You offer and she mulls it over before nodding.

"Fuck it."

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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This is a requested sequel to my first angst imagine: Your First And Last Fight ◀ Read Part 1.

Tags: @chickennug90 @mybffjoe @sweet-villain @aysheashea @ali-r3n

(I'm sorry lmao, I got extremely carried away and 3.4k words later, it's finished. Enjoy the drama lovelies!)

Part 2.

It had been a whole month since you and Joe had parted ways that unforgettable night, regrettably that was the last time you'd seen him when you left him sobbing on the ground. You'd moped around both at home and work, not putting your all into anything, the memory of the whole event just repeating in your mind over and over again. Of course, he'd still tried messaging you in the first couple of weeks but that died down the more you ignored, you just simply couldn't move on from the hurtful words or painful gestures; even just the thought of his ex-girlfriend made you want to hurl your organs out of your mouth, it'd clearly broken your heart.

You'd got no plans this weekend, other than to lay in your own filth and watch a string of senseless romantic comedies, a thing you tended to hate to love right now. Your phone buzzed at the side of you, glancing down it was your best friend calling, putting your device up to your ear you took a deep breath in and put your brave voice on.

"Hey girl, you alright?"

"Yes, just wondering if you were, haven't heard from you in days and was making sure that you're still living."

"Just had a lot on my plate, you know this." The brave voice slowly disappearing.

"Well, I hate to drop this on you." She purely didn't hate to do anything. "But we're going out tonight and you can't say no, you need to let your hair down and forget that idiot for one night at least." The idiot comment was her insinuating Joe in a rather nice tone, just due to the fact she was holding in her rage for what he did and the other reason that was she just didn't want to give you any ammunition to decline.

"I don't know honey, I'm nowhere near the stages of getting ready."

"I'll be round in half an hour, and we'll get you looking hot."

She gave you no room to get a word in, hung up the phone and you scoffed, throwing your phone down to your feet where you laid and rubbed your hands over your face. Looks like you're going out tonight.

Your best friend did just as she said she would, you felt good about yourself for the first time in a while, the drinks you'd shared and the shots you knocked back at your flat gave you your initial new happier and confident feeling. She'd suggested your favourite nightclub whilst you got ready, it only took the name of it to prick up your ears and grab your attention; you were ready for tonight.

The booming of the music got closer as you got to the doors of the club and you could've jumped up and down like an excited child, you were ready to drink yourself silly, sing and dance with your main girl like a loon. You'd worry about the inevitable depression hangover tomorrow. The first point of call was tequila shots, the second was the buy one get one free offer on any cocktail of your choice from the menu, the thing with cocktails is that you don't feel it at first and then the next thing you know you're on the floor.

Little did you know that you were instantly sighted by Joe's best friend, he'd obviously had the same idea in taking him out whilst he had some free time to make him feel better also and it oh so happened that you were in the same place on the same damn night. Your friend dragged you to the dancefloor once you'd got your beverages. Your guilty pleasure Taylor Swift hit the speakers and the relatable lyrics of I knew you were trouble filled the entirety of your lungs, you sang your heart out to the song, feeling every moment of it.

Joe's best friend had done his best to keep him well away from seeing you but being at least 3 metres away from each other probably didn't help when he heard your friend yell your name laughing at the way you were dramatically yelling the song, she filmed the memory well and truly, your hand to your heart as you held your drink into the air, intentionally meaning every word. Joe whipped his head round to find you immediately, his chest was puffing in and out, heart ached excruciatingly, his lungs were in pain not able to get a proper breath out, his body had become stone, not moving his stance whilst he watched you with tears heavily filling his eyelids.

Not more than a moment later, he felt a sudden mild burst of anger hit him when he saw a guy attempting to dance behind you then leaning over to speak in your ear. Interrupting your dancing, you laughed it off and shook your head at the guy who'd asked you if he could buy you a drink. The male wouldn't leave well enough alone and wouldn't take no for an answer, you tried ignoring him to see if it'd make him give up, it didn't work.

The guy grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into him, trying to convince you further to let him do as he'd originally asked, his intentions clear as you felt that of a vulgar press of his crotch against your stomach. You gagged in his face on his purpose, you weren't out looking for a hook up and he knew that it just pursued his want further for you.

Joe was foaming at the mouth and the moment he heard you shout at him to fuck off was the moment Joe moved at a deadly pace through the few people between you and jumped the guy to the ground, punching him square in the jaw. You couldn't believe your eyes; you didn't want to believe what you were seeing was real. Joe had been positioned to the floor now, being dragged forcefully whilst the male took a swing at his face, a small circle forming in the middle of the dancefloor, egging them both on further. You yelled out Joe's name telling them both to stop, your instant reaction was to try and tear them apart, but Joe's best friend heaved for your arm bringing you back as the security guards dragged them to their feet by the scruffs of their neck.

The two heavily built men caught sight of your fearful face and asked what had happened, you pointed out at the stranger "He started it, he wouldn't leave me alone and my friend came into help me." Friend. You may as well had called him a stranger too, that might have made the suffering of the word easier. Calling him that almost felt good, a moment of succession for you in a way. You said it clear enough for Joe to hear you, a dagger to his heart just as it had been to you when he'd named you his close friend to her.

They let Joe go and took the other guy out of the club, warning him not to bother trying to get back in. Then there it was, you and Joe face to face properly after the first time in a month, the longest most torturing month of both your lives. Joe rubbed his hand under his nose where he bled slightly from, the darkness in his eyes from the rage of the moment was now returning to his soft brown stature. You heaved your chest, staring back at him, ignoring everything and everyone in your path as you walked away in a huff.

You sat on the ledge in the busy smoking area, pulling a cigarette to your lips and lighting it, puffing as hard as your lungs could bare. Your best friend gave Joe an earful but slowly calmed down when she declared for him to go out and attempt to talk to you, that was if you'd listen. You noticed the top of Joe's untamed curls emerging out of the double doors and at once you turned to the side, moving your head and whole body to the opposite side of the door; he still spotted you though hunched up on the ledge by yourself. Joe plucked up the courage to sit down next to you, leaning down slightly cupping his hands together between his spread thighs. All but silence between the two of you at first until he spoke up.

"Y/N, are you going to give me a chance to at least make my peace with you? I-"

You cut him off, swinging around to meet his gaze, almost crashing into his arm, you'd underestimated how close he already was sat next to you. "A chance to make peace? Are you fucking kidding me?" The question was almost laughable.

"I gathered you meant what you said about never speaking again when you ignored my calls and messages, but I can't just leave it where it ended, it's not in me to do that at all."

"I'm pretty sure it was in you when you outright called me a close friend to your ex, proceeded to tell me to stop being a bitch and basically caught her mouth with yours. Was all that an accident to? Or are you still blind to her bullshit." Joe furrowed his brows at you, his head internally screaming. Yes, he knew it was all his fault.

"I'm terrified of her Y/N. I said it because deep down I clearly knew her aim at the time and I just-"

A girl interrupted the two of yours now becoming heated debate, she looked really excited as she stared down at Joe. You looked up as she spoke out. "Oh my god, are you Joseph Quinn?" Joe put his best poker face on, his profession coming into full force as he pulled a toothy grin at the girl. "Yes, hi." She screeched at his answer. You folded your arms watching the two of them speak, not quite jealous but this wasn't the time for this to be happening. The girl looked at you "would you mind taking a photo of us please?" You squeezed your eyes shut and then put a fake smile onto the both of them, standing up to take her phone and took the photo she so solely desired in that moment. She thanked you both, hugging Joe and left, you both sat back in your original positions facing one another.

"As I was saying, you backed down to her like a submissive puppy. You're 28 years old, do you not think acting like you probably did as a teenager is a bit much?" Joe was highly defeated by your statement; he was at a loss for words.

"That's what I thought."

Yet another duo of fans stood before him, intruding once more. He didn't want to seem like a bad person, typical Joe, so he took his attention to them. You clearly weren't getting any further and you'd had enough of it all for one night, sure you still loved him with all your heart and that's what didn't help the situation, you wanted to forgive him and believe that it was a mistake, but Joe's lack of actions proved otherwise.

You got up and left him with the girls, not turning back and finding your friend with Joe's talking at a table. "I'm going to get a taxi home; I really just want to go to sleep and forget this whole night." Your best friend hugged you. "Do you want me to come with?"

"No stop out, I just want to be alone, I'll text you once I'm back." You exchanged your goodbyes giving all but a subtle wave and smile to Joe's friend before you left the club. You walked to the taxi rank, waiting for a vehicle to pull up to take you back to your safe place when you heard an unpleasant and familiar voice shout you from across the street.

"Aw hi Y/N." You looked around to meet the redhead, looking smug and highly unattractive in her body language. His. Fucking. Ex. Really? Could this night get any worse?

You slowly blinked at her, no response to her unwelcomed greeting at all. "What's up with you, you still bitter about last month?"

You snorted a laugh in her face. "How dare you even think you're worth a breath from my lungs, you silly cow." You pushed her slightly, squaring right up into her face; you weren't willing to take another word from the girl and she was shaken, probably down to the fact that any girl that she had been out to ruin with Joe never stood up to her. "A lowlife, disgusting little slut like you should've been taught a lesson a long time ago." You slapped her clean across her cheek and watched her grimace at the sting it caused. A small, fulfilled smile creeping onto your face. Joe had quickly caught up behind you, stopping in his tracks, watching as you struck her, he also noticed how she didn't hit you back. He made the effort to drag himself over, watching you eye each other back and forth like a pair ready to go to war.

Your eyes flitted over to Joe and so did hers, putting her best whiny voice on. "Oh my god Joe, she attacked me, she's an absolute psychopath, did you see it? Did you?"

Joe said nothing, eyeing between you both, proving your point again quite rightly, that was until she tried to embrace him into a hug, and he harshly shoved her away from him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I've given you the benefit of the doubt maybe a couple of times in my life but then you just took it next level, I've always been afraid to be myself around you. Until now. I don't want anything more to do with you, you've ruined my life for the last time." He spoke his home truth like it had been a speech he'd been practicing for weeks. Your mouth gaped open; you couldn't believe what you'd just heard.

She did nothing but huff at Joe and turned back to you. "You'll leave if you know what's good for you." you stated before she could get a word in. "Is that a threat?" she barked nervous laughter, her confidence clearly belittled but still trying to remain intact. "It's a promise." Joe interrupted your final face off.

"She changed you Joe, you used to be so, so-"

"So, your little bitch? maybe. But this is the last time you'll put a foot in my relationship, do you not realise every time I got a girlfriend or even as much as looked at anyone other than you, you'd break it up without even a second thought, I've let you get away with it for 13 years too long, I should've cut you off the moment we broke up." He turned to you, "that's why I referred to you the way I did that night Y/N, purely because I wasn't blind to her intentions anymore." You looked to the ground, almost humiliated by your thoughts.

"So that's it, you cut me out completely?" she raised her voice at Joe, and he nodded vigorously back at her. "I might not get Y/N back from this, but at least she'll know that I got you out of my life for good, you're an absolute headache now get out of my sight."

She stomped her foot to the ground, nothing clearly more to be said and walked away as she should of long before. You took a glance at a proud Joe, and you must admit you were somewhat also elated for him for finally standing up for himself even if it was almost little too late for it. You turned and walked the other way.

"Y/N, where are you going?"

"Home." you shouted back. You took a curtsy at Joe and applauded. "Well done for being all done with her and shit but I don't know if that's enough for me to forgive you anymore."

Joe sped up his feet to grab your arm, swinging you round to look at him. "Do you still love me?"

"Joe."

His hands gripped into your arms now, holding you in place. "Do you still love me Y/N?"

Tears filled your eyes hard as they fell once you blinked, your lips trembled but you didn't try to escape his grasp, his touch was all too familiar and wonderful, you'd missed it.

With a sigh you admitted. "Yes."

"Then one last kiss, goodbye. Please, I know I'm not in a position to beg you for anything, but I need to feel it one last time." He was right, you owed him nothing, but you couldn't stop your feet from raising onto your tiptoes, holding onto his forearms for support as you leaned in to kiss him, it was short and forceful but desperate as your emotions clearly played on it.

You broke the kiss, watching as Joe's tears mirrored yours. "I love you too. I'm so sorry for everything I did and everything she did too. I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for not speaking my mind sooner. I'm sorry for ruining what we had in a few words, I'm sorry for giving her the ammunition to break what we had. Most of all, I'm sorry that we have to say goodbye." You couldn't deny his apologies were nothing short of admirable, he'd owned up to everything in one breath.

Your already broken heart could not fathom anymore pain that it already held. You were crazy for your next action, your arms finding the back of his neck as you pulled him back into a needy, open-mouthed kiss. His greedy hands pushed at the bottom of your back to keep you as close as he possibly could. If this truly was the last time, you'd feel one another then you'd make it something to remember.

You were by no means a pushover, but your thoughts overtook you whilst you shared the mutual enjoyment of the kiss, you wondered if giving him a last chance wasn't completely off the table. Your parents had taught you in your life to forgive but not forget until it was absolutely necessary too. You were in no state of mind to get over this man in a hurry and it seemed he wasn't either.

Your mouths parted, but you remained in position, your foreheads pressing together, out of breath from the heated smooch. "Y/N- I" you took a hand from his neck and placed it onto his lips, stopping him from saying another word until you had finished yours. "I'm not ready to say goodbye, it will take a lot of time and effort but if you're willing, there's a last chance being offered to you here and now. Take it or leave it, I just love you so much and I can't stand not having you around, even if it is as your 'close friend'."

Yet another stab at his heart as you brought up his once spoken words again, but he understood. He slowly nodded at you, removing your hand to see a small smile forming against his swollen pink lips. "I will do anything for that chance, my love. I can't lose you."

He pecked at your lips for the third time. "You've got a lot of work to do, Quinn." You edged a smile back to him.

"I've already started." He gestured his head backward to the place you were stood earlier with his ex-girlfriend, he let go of you and lifted you off your feet, carrying you in his arms.

"What are you doing?" you chuckled.

His eyes shut for a second, taking in the warmth of your voice.

"Giving you no reason to doubt me, yours or mine?"

"Yours." you arched the top of your head to rest in the crook of his neck as you held onto him. Your first and last fight truly ending.

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bellysoupset · 1 year

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Can you write a fic where Vince gets a really high fever after overworking himself? I'm not sure who the caretaker should be but I've been OBSESSED with this idea.

Maybe Vince gets one of those fever dreams that makes him hallucinate and he eventually needs to be taken to the ER.

Bonus if the fever dream is a haunting nightmare.

taking a little break from the LukeBell telenovela to torture the big guy.

This is directly after the previous fic, so I'd recommend reading it.

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Wendy was already asleep by the time Vince made it inside her apartment. He had considered not coming, given it was around 2 AM by the time he left Lucas' place, but Wendy's place was closer than the dorms and he was too tired to consider driving all the way back.

Besides, he liked cuddling.

Vince stripped as he entered the room, resting his helmet on her little work station and ditching his clothes on his path. He knew she'd be pissed about it in the morning, but right now he had no energy to pick anything up. The last thing he remembered was falling face first on her bed, throwing an arm around his girlfriend and fiercely pulling her to him.

Wendy woke up sweating. She groaned, trying to push the blankets away, only to realize she had long been stolen them, but instead all of the heat was coming off her boyfriend.

A quick glance at her bedroom's window showed that it wasn't quite day yet, but close. Wendy sat up on the bed slowly, struggling to remove Vince's arm from around her waist and then she planted a hand on his forehead.

Vin was always always warm. He was a huge teddy bear, made for cuddling. Still, the heat rolling off of him didn't feel natural. Wendy sighed, moving her knuckles down his cheek and then touching his shoulder.

"Vin?" she attempted to shake him, "Vince."

He let out a groan, but didn't move or wake up and Wendy sighed. She patted his cheek.

"Vin, wake up," Wendy's voice went up, "you're sick, honey, I need to check your temperature."

Another huff, but nothing else. Great.

Giving up, Wendy slipped out of the bed and moved back to her suite's bathroom. She had her normal thermometer, yes, but she knew he could just hold it in his armpit. It wouldn't be as accurate, but would give her a pretty good estimate. Then she'd have to throw it away, but still.

Getting Vince to move his arm was an entire battle on its own and by the time she finally managed to get the little plastic device sandwiched in his armpit, Vince was groaning in his sleep.

He winced, opening his eyes slowly, "Wen?"

"Hi," she sighed in relief, "how are you feeling, Vin?"

"Like merda," he grunted and she snorted, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"You're burning up, I'm taking your temperature..." Wendy rested her cool hand against his overheated cheek and Vince's eyes immediately started to slip shut once more, "honey, try and stay awake, I want you to take some meds."

"Head hurtsss..." he grumbled, all but scratching at his eyes, instead of rubbing them. Wendy sighed, lowering his hand and sorting through her bedside table's drawer in search for meds. It was ironic that those were the same meds Vince had bought when he had been the one taking care of her three weeks prior.

"I know, you're overheating," she stroked his cheek while not looking at him, much more focused on searching the pills. Wherever Vince had hidden them, "Vin, where did you put the medicine?"

"Uhm?" Vince groaned, squinting at her as if there was too much light, even though Wendy hadn't turned any light on and the only luminosity was coming from her window and the sunrise, "I don't want meds, my stomach feels weird."

She winced, "I know, honey, but your fever is really high..." he clearly hadn't put it in the drawer. She pushed it closed, frustrated and then forced a reassuring smile at her boyfriend, "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No, please..." Vince made a pitiful face, "don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, I just need to find you the meds, Vin..." and probably grab him a bowl, she thought as she noticed his complexion start to get paler. Vince was one of those people who actually turned green when nauseous, something Wendy hadn't thought was possible until she met him.

She didn't allow herself to linger. Feelings could be a hassle when taking care of someone you loved. Instead she got moving immediately, rushing inside the bathroom to dip the handtowel into cold water, then digging through her drawers.

For some bloody she reason that she couldn't pin point, she found the fever medicine hidden inside her necessaire. Popping out two pills she filled up a glass with water, then tied the bag of her waste basket and removed it, throwing it under the sink in order to have the free bucket.

Inside the room, she heard a whine and Wendy hurried even more, heart squeezing, "just a second!"

When she did return to the room, Vince's face had progressed from greenish pale to burning red and he had curled up on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Hey..." she dropped almost all the itens, except for the pills, climbing on the bed, "hey, what's wrong?"

"Hurts," Vince groaned, rocking back and forth, "It hurts so much."

"What?" Wendy frowned, pushing him lightly back against the pillow, "what's hurting?"

"Everything," Vince shivered, "everything - I..." he interrupted himself with a small, almost delicate burp and Wendy cringed, planting the meds on the bedside table and grabbing the ditched bin and towel.

"Vince, breathe, honey," she said, running her nails up and down his naked bicep, "take a deep breath, you're upsetting your stomach."

She knew it was a lost battle, if he had the same bug as the rest of them had contracted, then there was no way he wouldn't be puking for hours, at least, still she had to try.

He groaned, turning on his side, knees to his chest and buried his face in the pillow, "I wanna go home."

Wendy swallowed against the sudden knot in her throat as she smoothed his back, trying to soothe him, "shhh, you're okay. I'm here with you..." she said, not making any sense, but hoping it'd be some comfort. With her free hand she planted the cold handtowel over his forehead and he let out another whimper.

"No, stop, it hurts..."

"It'll help with the fever, honey, i'm sorry..." Wendy kept rubbing his back, "talk with me? What took you so long to get here?" she really didn't care, but Wendy hoped he wouldn't fall right back asleep, not with how high his fever seemed to be and without taking any meds.

"Lucas," Vince hissed, squeezing the pillow, "Wendy, my stomach-"

"What is it?" she immediatelly moved her hands from his back and hair, down to his stomach, "what's wrong?"

"Hurts so much- It's on fire..."

"I have something to help," she said, almost dropping the lampshade she had on the bedside table in her hurry to get to the pepto. It wouldn't actually do anything against a stomach bug, but maybe neutralize the acid, "here, Vin. Take these too..."

She handed him the two pills of fever medication, hoping they'd at least have a chance of start acting before being ejected. Vince swallowed them with one gulp of pepto and then immediately ducked his chin to his chest, burping wetly towards his lap.

"Fuck," he groaned, "no, bad idea..."

"Please try to keep them down, your fever is really high," Wendy felt horrible asking him this, but Vince nodded, swallowing convulsively.

"trying..." he gagged unproductively, "why is it so sweet?"

Honestly, she agreed silently. She never understood why they made stomach medicine flavored.

"Do you think water would help?"

"No-oouuurp-" he retched, leaning forward and she immediately grabbed the bucket, bringing it to his face. Still, despite Vince promptly white knuckling the bin, he only burped once more and didn't bring up anything. He was panting after, resting his forehead on the plastic rim of the bin, "god..."

"Can I take this?" she asked tentatively, reaching for the bin. Vince nodded, looking just as nauseous as before.

"I'm not gonna puke," he said strongly, voice all rough, "my head is killing me."

"It's the fever," Wendy ran her fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp, "try to go back to sleep now, honey..."

Vince scoffed, leaning on her touch, "can't anymore..." he closed his eyes, "cuddle me?"

She knew it was a bad idea, seeing as it would limit her movements, but Wendy didn't have a heart to say no. She nodded, planting the bucket at her feet and climbed on the bed to curl up next to him. Instinctively her hand moved down to his belly and Vince let out a huff.

"Be gentle," he groaned, eyes still closed, a little painful frown on, "it's really sore."

His belly was gurgling and it didn't seem taunt and stretched like the other times she had seen him with a bellyache, but pillowy and sloshy. It made her cringe in sympathy and she didn't dare put any pressure, only ran her fingers lazily over his stomach, caressing more than rubbing.

"Stop tickling me," Vince groaned, turning his head to muffle a burp on the pillow, "I really don't feel well... Can't let Liv catch this..."

She raised an eyebrow, confused, "Liv?" Wendy paused the rubbing, "Who's Liv, Vince?"

He let out another little whimper, curling up more, "keep her out of my room, Soph..."

She felt a wash of dread, "Vince, hey-" Wendy grabbed his arm, "we need to go to the bathroom, Vin."

"What?" he opened his eyes and she noticed they seemed even more bloodshot than before, "no, I don't wanna move..."

"I know, but it's important," she said urgently, "I need you to help me, Vin."

Always the fixer-upper, Vince moved to help her, even without knowing what to do or wanting to move. He sat up on the bed and she held both his arms, pulling him up. Vince swayed dangerously, threatening to send them both down and then braced against the headboard of her bed.

"I don't understand..."

"We need to cool you off," she explained, wrapping an arm around his waist, "c'mon, sweetheart-"

"Okay..."

He was sweet and completely out of it, so despite the fact that at any second Vince could collapse and crush her, Wendy didn't have all that much trouble getting him inside her bathtub.

He looked a handful of years younger, curls all messy and cheeks flushed red by the fever, eyes overly sparkly, "I don't get it... It's cold here..."

"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, kissing the top of his head and planting a hand on his shoulder to hold him in place as she started to fill up the bathtub. He let out a yelp at the lukewarm water, that probably felt freezing cold against his skin.

"Stop, stop, please stop-"

"I'm so sorry, I swear it'll be over in a bit," her voice was all strangled, "you're doing great," she crouched down next to him, wetting her hands in the water and stroking his cheeks. They were blazing hot.

"Hurts, please stop..."

"Vince," Wendy's voice broke and she cleared her throat, trying again, "if we don't cool you down you'll have to go to the hospital..."

"Just stop," he shook his head, shivering violently, "Wendy, please."

She sighed, pressing her forehead to his, "just a minute more, okay?" she lied calmly, planting a kiss over his brow. He was sweating bullets, "just a minute."

He groaned, then lowered his forehead to her shoulder, shuddering, "I'm dizzy..."

"I'm holding you," she reassured him, and truly she was almost entirely inside the tub now, "take a deep breath, honey."

He obeyed, then muffled a disgusting burp against her collarbone, that had Wendy freezing as she realized she had abandoned the bin back in the room. Her hand cupped his overheated nape, "Vin? Are you gonna be sick?"

She felt him nod, instead of hearing a positive noise, so Wendy quickly detached them, "let me grab you the bin-"

He retched, sounding dangerously close to being productive. Wendy cursed, rushing to get up and leaving a trail of cold water behind her as she ran to the bedroom to grab the abandoned bin.

Vince had his eyes screwed shut when she skipped back to him, nearly falling and holding the bin right under his chin, "okay, here- Here, let it up."

He groaned, but didn't open his mouth, lips pressed tightly together.

"No, Vin, don't do that, it's just gonna make your stomach hurt more..." Wendy wiggled herself behind him, sitting on the rim of the tub, legs framing him. She held his forehead, using her leg to urge him forward over the bin, "let it out, honey."

Vince's hands were shaking like hell as he held on the bin and gagged again, spitting inside of it. Nothing came up, despite the gag sounding horribly wet, "Wen, it hurtsss..." he slurred, "won't come up."

Of course, he couldn't ever take the easy way out. Wendy sighed, getting up again to fill up a glass of water, "chug this for me?"

"Nooo..." Vince shook his head, mouth hanging open over the bin, "you're gonna make me sick."

"That's the plan," she rolled her eyes, stroking his cheek, "it'll help your stomach," it wasn't technically a lie, Wendy told herself, trying not to feel bad as he went for the water, all trusting.

He didn't even manage the entire cup, throat bobbing up and down and then she heard a horrible noise and he dropped the glass straight into the bin, back arching violently as a stream of vomit rushed up.

Wendy grimaced, holding his forehead with a hand, the other one resting on his back, "I got you, just-"

"Shushssh," he groaned, voice echoing and then gagged again, "'urts..."

"It'll be over in a second," she whispered emptily, already starting to think on how to best get him to a hospital if his fever didn't start going down quicker.

It went on for a while more, every time she dared to think he was done, his breathing all laborious, he'd gag and vomit again. Finally, finally, Vince let out a groan and pushed away from the bin, leaning back with such a force that Wendy had to scramble to hold him before his head hit the wall.

"Vin?"

"I don't think Lucas likes me," he rasped out and it was such a random statement that Wendy couldn't help but snort. She grabbed the bin, turning around to empty it on the toilet.

"Whatever do you mean, honey? Luke loves you", she washed the basket, filling it up with water and then emptying it again.

"No, he doesn't," Vince's voice was nearly all gone, a little rasp that was very different from how deep it normally was, "he didn't tell me."

"Tell you what?" Wendy planted the bin next to the tub again, before cupping his face. He was still feverish, but at least she no longer felt like she had to drive him to the ER right away.

"He proposed," Vince leaned on her touch, "and then broke up. And..." he hiccuped, "and he didn't tell me anything."

Wendy scowled, immediately annoyed, "well, that's a dick move, you're his best friend," she scoffed, unable to stop it, then smoothed his eyebrows, wiping away the frown there, "forget about Luke, I wanna know about yo-"

"I don't get it," Vince sounded even more strangled. He sniffled, "I don't understand, I thought we were friends..."

"You are," she said strongly, planting her lips to his brow again, "Lucas is just being a major asshole."

He sniffled again, hiding his face on her shoulder, "I wanna go to bed, I feel seasick in this boat."

Wendy let out a groan as she realized he was still pretty out of it, "we're going to bed in a second, Vin," she lied, petting his hair, "in a second."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #stomach bug #stomach flu #vince monacelli #fever

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twiceasfrustrating · 1 year

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For a request

Could you do Diavolo/Lucifer angst where they are arguing and Satan and Belphie overhears

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships:

Characters: Diavolo, Lucifer, Belphegor, Satan

Additional Tags: angst, pre-exchange program, that means these brothers are dysfunctional, swearing

Summary: Belphegor overhears Lucifer and Diavolo talking about the upcoming exchange program -- or rather, his reaction to it.

A/N: I'm taking a few liberties with this one because it gave me an idea.

"-talk to him."

"His issues are past the point of talking. If he's left to his own devices he'll sabotage the entire program."

"He's a child acting out. He serves no threat to-"

"Lucifer!" Diavolo barked. "He may be your youngest brother, but he is not a child. His words and actions have consequences and he cannot avoid them."

"Please," Lucifer begged in a voice so quiet it barely seeped through the cracked door, "give me the chance to talk to him before you make a decision. I'll convince him to change his mind."

"You won't, but I would never deny my old friend the right to try." Diavolo's sigh was too exaggerated and heavy. "You have a week to convince him. After that, I'll consider his words and actions to be treason and I'll deal with him accordingly."

"I understand…"

Belphie didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest of the conversation, slipping away the second he heard Diavolo's footsteps coming toward the door. He didn't need to hear more than he already had to know that they were talking about him and that Lucifer wasn't willing to stand up for him against Diavolo. Sure, he'd paid the idea lip service by asking Diavolo to reconsider, but it was to give him more time to sway Belphie to their ideology rather than understand his own.

It was clear Lucifer wouldn't be standing up for him against his precious prince .

"You look awful."

Belphegor turned his head from where he was sitting in a daze upon the unmade bed in the guestroom.

Satan was standing in the open doorway, staring at where his younger brother sat with an unreadable expression.

"Shut up," Belphie said curtly.

Satan's face twisted into a disconcerting smile that was clearly hiding his boiling rage at his brother's sharp, insolent tongue. "I wasn't planning to talk anyway. I was just going to remind you to stay out of that room before Lucifer catches you snooping around." He shrugged. "Then again, you'd probably like having that prick on your ass."

He was the baby brother , after all. Lucifer spoiled him to no end and Belphie readily accepted it.

"Fuck Lucifer," Belphie spit out.

Satan raised a single eyebrow at his brother. "Did you two have a fight or something?"

"No." He wished it was just a fight. Fights happened all the time in families, but you could get past them. Feeling betrayed by someone you cared about and claimed to care about you though? That cut deeper. "I finally saw him for what he is."

Satan looked skeptical for a brief moment, but seemed to accept that someone else in the house finally understood his hatred of Lucifer.

"Will you leave me alone now?"

"Whatever." Satan shrugged. "Have fun with whatever you're upset about. If you're still angry at Lucifer later, feel free to find me. There are way more options to ruin his life if there are two of us now."

As Satan's footsteps faded into the distance, Belphie collapsed onto the unmade bed.

Soon there would be a human Belphegor didn't want sleeping in this very place. Their vile stench would seep into the fabric and cling to every possible thing. The thought made his muscles twitch and lips curl back in a snarl.

How dare they welcome a human into his home. It was their fault that his sister was gone and he seemed to be the only one that remembered that anymore. Even Lucifer had forgotten the agony of her loss, but Belphie never could.

The human hadn't come yet and he was already cursing their very existence. If he had his way, they would know just how much he despised them. They would lament ever having been born. He would see to that.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me angst #angst #mine

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acutiewithagun · 9 months

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Taglist: @oleander-nin @10yagurlchip01 @purple-flagz

Word count: 1,818

Mic Testing - Chapter Two: Embarrassing Stores

Thursday, the worst day of the week. Every month you had to tolerate another stupid meeting with your publisher. It was always a Thursday, never the same week, but always a Thursday. What makes everything worse is you never knew how many of these dumb events you would have.

They were always shoving sudden things in your face without as much as a few days' notice. You contemplated joining an agency at a point, but at least with your current contract you owned all your songs. And you had a bit more wiggle room than if you just joined an agency. So you tolerated your darn publisher.

You pushed open your laptop, already tired and frustrated. You clicked on the email that would lead to the link for the web meeting. Scrolling a bit you then clicked the link that waited. They never showed up on time so you had to block out your entire day just for this useless waste of time that could just be emails. You backed away from the screen slightly as you grabbed your guitar. Placing it on your lap, you casually slung the strap over your shoulder. You then grabbed a filming camera and set it up on the desk.

Figuring you could just get the music video out of the way while you waited you pressed the record button. You pushed back as you strummed a few notes and started the song. Clear and confident sounds came out from your vocal cords as beautiful strums left your instrument. Putting as much emotion in your performance you close your eyes, knowing your own piece by heart. The melody filled your small apartment room.

The tiny safety space held a bed, a wardrobe, and desk. You had a rug at a point, but you ended up accidentally spilling something on it and had to toss it out. It made you upset as it was your favorite rug in your favorite colors. The haven had been thoroughly cleaned the day prior, as to be a presentable space.

Once you finished the song you quickly stopped the recording, shutting off the little device. And this you returned to waiting as you watched a black screen. Deciding that wasn't worth your time you started scrolling through your phone. You started to read a fanfiction of a character you liked when you heard the dreaded jingle of someone entering the video call.

You look up with a smile, putting your phone in your lap. Then the face of your dreaded producer popped onto the screen. "Hello, so what did you need to discuss with me?" They also looked done with the situation and tapped a pen on their desk. "A local radio station reached out to me and asked for an interview with you. It would be on Saturday at around five pm. I told them to just talk to you themselves but they offered me a pretty penny considering, so I obliged. So will you do it?"

You were shocked a bit, you'd seen your analytics for listeners to your music. It was quite small considering all things. But you quickly nodded and scrambled for a pad and paper. "Could you tell me the address?" They scoffed and dismissively waved their hand. "It's the one five minutes away from your apartment. I don't know why they would want an interview with you." Your face soured at itheir phrasing, but you threw on a forced smile to hide it.

"Thank you, is there anything else you wanted to inform me of?" You did your best to remain professional, the producer did not give the same courtesy. "Yeah, I want the music video done and sent to me by the end of the week." Your fingers twitched in irritation. "I'll do my best to meet the deadline." They scoffed and tapped their pen on their desk. "You better, or I'll be behind schedule."

Oh how desperately you wanted to punch the person on the other side of your computer screen. But alas, you could not. "That's all I wanted to talk to you about. I'll be hopping off now." With those words your producer ended the virtual meeting, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth as they left.

It was still midday and it's not like you could go claim your normal performing spot. So you got out of your desk chair, pushing it in as you left the room. You walked through the one hallway that led to the kitchen and living room. Snabbing the tote bag off the kitchen counter along with your keys, you gripped the front door handle. You figured getting groceries was the best way to spend your wasted day.

Stepping through the threshold, you closed and locked the door behind you. You could use the elevator, but found it useless as you only lived on the third floor. You trudged down the stairs and out to the crowded sidewalks. Tourists and local residents walked in every direction as you joined the fray. Tourism was already a thing people did often, but it really skyrocketed when a certain yokai started tours of the hidden underground city below the bustling New York City. Even you were slightly curious about the world under your home. However, the fees were outrageous and weren't worth your time.

You arrived at the small shopping district you normally performed at quickly. You shuffled your way around people until you entered the first grocery store you would have to visit. As a sign of peace to the many grocery shop owners, you bought at least one thing from each store when you went grocery shopping. This also in turn got you great deals on certain items.

Making your way through aisle after aisle, you went through the process of picking a few things, and pondering over others. Once you went over to the freezer section you felt a chill run up your spine. You turned your head to see another customer opening one of the many freezers that lined the wall. You rubbed your neck and marked it off to being the cold from the freezer, going back to the task at hand.

You finished up your business at that store then paid and left, already on your way to the next one. And the cycle repeated for three more stores. You reached the last destination you had and entered. You knew exactly what you were getting from here, so it should have been a quick in and out. However, the universe had other plans in store. "Hey Superstar! Grocery shopping?"

The grating voice of the shop owner, Solomon, made you turn to him with a smile. Normal human guy, nothing really special about his appearance. Nice person, way to over… reactive. "Hi, yeah, I was almost finished." He grinned and pointed to the speakers. "Well then I've got a surprise for you!" Before you could question him, he ran off into the backroom. You hesitantly shrugged it off and just started making your way to your final item of the shopping trip.

That's when you heard it, causing you to blush profusely in embarrassment. Solomon had put your songs over the speaker. He started playing your most recent one as you rushed to the display with the items you desired. You had to check out before-

"The lovely music you are hearing is from one of our very own local artist." His voice cut off the song and made you even more mortified as you swiftly made it to a line that for the worst reason, had people gawking at the speakers, not moving along. "Now in our little shopping district we all call them Superstar. They are even here today!"

You tapped your foot impatiently as you watched your fellow shoppers look around for the mysterious 'Superstar'. While you just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. "Alright, I'll stop praising them, enjoy the wonderful music they've produced." The click of the speakers turning off was a welcomed noise, what wasn't was your music being resumed. But luckily the lines started moving again. And you happily paid, rushing home before Solomon could find you again.

The support was nice, really it was, but all the shop owners acted as if they were proud parents showing off their kids tiny achievements. You had asked them to stop in the past, but as you can see now, it never worked. But they mean well, so you let it slide.

You rushed up the stairs to your apartment building, stopping at your front door, panting for breath. Running home might have not been the best idea, accidentally bumping into people, being worn out from navigating through clusters of pedestrians. Not your brightest moment, but you were home. You unlocked the door and lugged your haul inside.

You placed it on the countertop and started taking items out, organizing them as you went. You started placing the items away after getting it all out. Checking over at the clock on the microwave, it let you know your roommate would be back soon. Unless of course they had a meeting after work they didn't inform you about. Which happened surprisingly often. You didn't question it, just started on dinner. Simple and easy freezer pizza, you felt lazy, and who doesn't like pizza.

You preheat the oven and slumped on the couch after popping the pizzas inside. That's when the recording you made earlier hit you like a truck. You groaned at the reminder of what your producer said and begrudgingly got up. You went into your room, opening up your laptop. Sticking a cord into one of the slots, you stick the other end into the video camera. You then got reminded to set a timer as you waited for the video to be transferred.

Pulling out your phone you set the timer for the pizzas, then shutting it off, slipping it back into your pocket. You slumped into your desk chair as you gazed at the loading screen. The music video didn't have to be amazing, just good enough people watched it. Still being a small artist, the algorithm for that type of stuff wasn't kind. So you always put half hearted effort to appease your producer.

You noticed a chip that looked like it was from your camera laying on the desk near your computer. You picked it up and wondered when you had bought a new one. You had meant to when you were out but got so busy with that last fiasco you couldn't. You turned it over and shrugged, maybe you just got it a few days ago and forgot.

Shoving it in your desk drawer, you notice the export was done and quickly go to editing the recording. Pizzas only on the back of your mind as you pull the head phones over your ears.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #a cutie with a gun writes #yandere rottmnt

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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #57

It is Valentine's Day in my part of the world! I cannot stress enough that my feelings for you are strictly platonic. But all the same, I'll wish you a happy Valentine's Day. And I hope you'll do your best to remember that your existence is one of the things that puts the necessary strength and courage in my bones so that I can, against all odds, rise up and face another day in this weird, sad, broken, but still beautiful world that I live in. As far as we of my world have been made aware, you have no interest in romantic or sexual relationships, right? So I hope that today, you'll take the time to reflect fondly upon the friendships you shared with Zack, Genesis, and Angeal. I hope that today, you'll reflect upon all the ways you are cared for and needed in both your world and in mine.

Today, my husbands and I went out to get lunch! It's nice that almost no one where we live seems too troubled by the fact that we are a trio. I got a burger that I thought would be good, but it had unexpected barbecue sauce on it (though barbecue-flavored things are very popular where I live, I strongly dislike that flavor for some reason…). I finished it anyway because the chef did his best (it's not his fault that I don't like barbecue sauce!) and I dislike wasting food even more than I dislike barbecue sauce.

But I got some fried green tomatoes that… I…!!! am…!!! …just now realizing!!! many hours after the fact…!!! that I didn't take a picture of for you!!! because fried green tomatoes are one of my favorite things and I scarfed it down before I thought to snap a photo, oh no!!! 😵

I'm very sorry. 😖 But I'll tell you what!!! Next time we go to this place (which will be soon, because it's very close to Physical Therapy, where I have to go once a week anyway because my cartilage is apparently made of freaking noodles, good grief…), I will make sure I take a good picture of the fried green tomatoes! Count on it!!

I did, however, think to take a picture of this place's weekly crème brûlée! It's a new flavor every week! This week, it was mixed berry! And oh my goodness, it was delicious!!! I wish I could have shared some with you!

Physical Therapy came and went, and now I have fancy kinesiology tape applied to my ribs and collarbone, to try to keep the relevant bones in their sockets so that they don't wander around all stupid. Success is mixed, but it's better than nothing. I'll lie down on the floor on the Backpod before bed and hope that helps a little more.

And now, I am in Somerset, Pennsylvania! This is very unusual!! Because I live around 7 hours away by car! But we are here because one of my husbands (we'll call him J) is learning how to fly airplanes, and he wants to make a trip across the country in honor of his brother, who died. I'll give you additional context later. But: in order to make this trip, J needs his own airplane. A small airplane is CRAZY expensive, but he's been working hard and saving up. Recently, he found one that is at a reasonable(ish) price near Somerset. And so here we are, so that J can look it over and make sure it's not a rusted bucket of bolts that'll come undone as soon as we get off the ground!

My other husband (we'll call him M), who typically does not like to go very far from home, is at the house with the cats, holding the fort, so to speak! M is extremely introverted, so I'm sure that having the house to himself for a day or two will be very refreshing for him!

I have gone along with J, in part because I like seeing new places and new things, and also in part because someone has to make sure that J eats proper food and sleeps in an actual bed. I can trust him to drink water nowadays, but still, if left to his own devices, he'll likely sleep in the car and only eat bread, and then get upset and destabilized because he didn't sleep well and hasn't had a balanced meal. In addition, J has a tendency to spiral into anxiety and self-loathing if left by himself for too long. I'm not much different from him in that regard; for both of us, it stems from low self-esteem, but we're working on it!

M does not have either of these troubles; though he has social anxiety, his self-esteem is very much intact, and it's beautiful! I can also trust that M will sleep where it's comfy for him and eat when he's hungry. But M does not like to be away from home for very long, and his legs get very uncomfortable if they've gotta be cramped in the car for a long time. I do not mind being away from home, and I do not mind a long car trip. So I go in order to help keep J balanced, stable, and safe, and M makes sure everything at home is chill.

Like all humans, the three of us all have our weaknesses. But when we work together, we can cover each other's weaknesses with our strengths so that we can do together what would otherwise seem unimaginable as individuals! The three of us complement each other very nicely, and with our powers combined, we keep each other functional and sane! Hahaha! We do all struggle with our respective mental health issues, but our dynamic is healthy and based on mutual care and respect.

So… J and I have been in the car together for the last seven hours, talking about various things and looking at the various sights. It was awesome! But J had to do all the driving; he drives a car with a manual transmission. Between the dyspraxia making it difficult to coordinate the movements for that, and the rib injury making it difficult for me to use my right arm without a lot of pain, learning how to drive with a manual transmission just isn't in the cards for me right now. So when J drives, my role is usually to navigate and to take pictures when I can! I took a bunch, but I'm not sure how good they came out, given that they were taken in a moving vehicle by a dyspraxic weirdo; I suppose I'll let you be the judge, hm?

J and I were still too full from lunch to stop and get anything more substantial than snacks. But guess what! You'll never guess, so I'll tell you!! I found snacks out here that we don't have where I live, up in New York State! Check 'em out:

These are CHEESEBURGER FLAVORED SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!! And also PIZZA FLAVORED SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!! And chocolate cups filled with Jello pudding! And I was SO EXCITED!!! Because they looked novel and awesome!!! And!!! As it turns out!!! ALL THREE OF THESE THINGS TASTED LIKE DISAPPOINTMENT!!! Ahahahaha~!! 🤣

Ah well! Not all of the things we try can work out, right? 😁 It keeps things interesting! And now I never have to wonder about these things again! Because now I know!

Also, I was very much hoping that the cheeseburger flavored sunflower seeds might be a viable replacement for the cheeseburger flavored Doritos that used to exist a long time ago:

They were SO GOOD!!! I have NO IDEA why they stopped making them!!! But now they are nothing but a distant memory, and the sunflower seeds cannot even begin to compare to them. Alas.

On the bright side, the tea-flavored gummies were absolutely delightful! I wish I could share them with you! I wish I could share lots of things with you. This continues to be a non-trivial source of grief for me. Ah well; I don't mind to carry it if it means that at very least I get to know that you exist (in a sense, anyway).

Anyhoot. I am at the place where we're gonna sleep now. J decided to take a picture of me, with my messy hair and weird rainbow socks (I never wear the same sock on each foot; this is on purpose!), as I composed today's letter to you! I'll send it along so that you can know I'm in one piece!

I wonder what your socks look like. Do you have secret rainbow-colored socks under all your black clothing? It would be neat if you do! And it would be neat if you don't, too! 😄

In any case, if I gotta stay in one piece, then you gotta stay in one piece too, got it? Because if you disappear, lots of people (myself included) will never be the same, in the worst possible way. Please stay safe out there. Please remember that you're loved and come back to us. We'll be waiting for you. Or at very least, I will wait for you, as long as it takes you to turn yourself around.

I don't know what tomorrow is going to look like; it will be in an unfamiliar place and full of uncertainty. But one thing that is certain is that I will make the time to write to you. Count on it.

Your friend, Lumine

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bomberqueen17 · 9 months

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ha ha ha

oh cool it's thursday again and i didn't do basically any writing this week and now i'm in this brace which actually doesn't stop me from typing so that's good but uh yeah it slows me down

sister and fam are coming home today so that's great i should probably clean things and empty the rabbit's litter boxes again but i have so much to do today. i have the follow up appointment with the orthopedic thingy. i am really regretting going to the ortho urgent care because so far he's right and it's not bacteria and honestly my tendons would've healed fine on their own i just needed to know it wasn't still an infection. i don't need this brace, which i'm sure my insurance will charge me like two hundred dollars for. Sure it helped but i wasn't actually there because the pain was bad, i was there because i thought the pain meant i was being eaten.

and i'm not convinced it's not going to come back in a week anyway like last time. but. idk. (It is, incidentally, extremely horrifying to me to contemplate that the current pain is that the bacteria, which was not unmedicated in my body for more than a couple of days at any point, managed to inflict so much damage on my tissues that it's inflamed now. the cyst on my forefinger tendon is the most painful bit and it's nowhere near the original injury.

i am just overwhelmed in general, idk when that's going to ease up if ever.

veg man has fed me several times this week, which is very sweet of him. nobody thinks i can feed myself. my sister thinks that because the only kitchen i can use is hers and i'm afraid to meddle with her stuff. anyway everyone's probably right, left to my own devices i'd only eat weird shit.

i'm eating all of the dairy at the moment though, because i can.

gotta give a friend a ride from the garage, then i gotta go to my doctor's appointment like fully two hours later. this is not a full schedule, exactly, but i am jittery at the possibitlity of missing something, since of course it's outside my normal route and it's all time-sensitive. Ridiculous, but that's how my brain works.

maybe i'll be told i can stop wearing the brace; i have a bunch more baskets of eggs to wash and i told veg man i'd help him by freezing some green beans tomorrow so i could really use having two hands back.

#about the author #no i have no brain #am so tired #why i don't know #i've slept a lot but it's not that kind of tired #tho i'd benefit from a nap for sure #idk

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starlightandetherealshadows · 10 months

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Are the aliens at all impressed with any aspects of humans, or do they just find us inferior in every regard? Personally I like it when humans in stories have one or two things they're better at than the aliens, even if it's small things that are easily countered by the aliens technology

Hi my darling!

Absolutely! I'll talk more about it when I talk about life on Nion 8 (which won the poll, purrrr), but the aliens are quite impressed with Earth (even if they roast it on a daily basis).

One thing they admire about humans is their resilience. When trouble comes a-knocking, humanity fights back. We're people of blood, sweat, and tears. No matter how much time it takes, we persevere through hardship and never take defeat lying down.

It's one of the reasons why the aliens haven't completely eradicated life on Earth. Sure, they killed a lot of humans, but that was done the same way people kill in war. They stifle the opposition and allow the remaining survivors to live under their rule.

The aliens see humans as beneath them, but they don't underestimate the threat they pose. So, it is better to know thy enemy than ignore it. They allow just enough humans to live so they will be more inclined to accept this as their "new normal", but not too many where they forget who now rules over them.

Aliens from Nion 8 are also concentrated in their own cities around the planet. Humans can go days, weeks, months without encountering any alien humanoids unless they're near that populated area. The aliens are rebuilding their own civilizations. They aren't worried about the petty, small humans unless they stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them, and cross the boundary lines set in place by the aliens.

The hard thing for humans, other than you know..the obvious, is that the aliens left them with few resources and little means of acquiring any. That means that you're pretty fucked if you don't have a source of food, clean water, or shelter. Humans have either been left to their own devices to starve or not, the aliens don't care, or they've been enslaved and possessed to serve as lower-tier soldiers in the alien militia. Remember, story of survival! Yeaaaa it's all coming together *rubs hands together*

Now the alien humanoids aren't what you should fear on a daily basis...it's the creatures. Imagine the apex predators doubled in population and began chilling everywhere on the planet. Like you try to take your daily jog and a jaguar is rolling around in your front yard. Mhm...it gets real bloody real fast.

Whew I went on a tangent...BACK TO YOUR QUESTION!

The aliens are also impressed with how advanced the humans are technology wise. Nion 8 has some bitchin' tech, but they also have many different resources available to them. It's sorta like the alien's have vibranium and can create the Black Panther, but they're still impressed with what humans can do with their own metals. "Not bad, silly humans. Not bad."

Humans are also much better at living meaningful lives than aliens are. Life on Nion 8 is pretty pre-determined. There isn't time or thought towards hobbies, likes and dislikes, or free will. You have a position, you have a job. That is it. They aren't unhappy with that, per say. It's all they're used to. Seeing the humans be so well rounded and interesting definitely impresses them.

"What is this?"

"A video game!"

"What do you achieve from this..vee-deo game?"

"It's just for fun."

the aliens:

Many aliens also have a fascination with human food and have taken human chef's to their cities with the sole purpose of making them cook for their people.

The human chefs after thinking they're about to be sacrificed, fried, and bbq'd for the aliens to consume, only to be told they get their own rooms and just need to run their own lil alien restaurant (prompted with the threat of death, of course)

Nion 8 was in a silly goofy mood when they invaded Earth. Happens to the best of us.

Thank you so much for your question, sunshine! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

All my love,

Cheye

#choice of games #choicescript #cog #ask: answered #ask: lore #ask: css #alien #romance #dystopian

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bluestar22x · 10 days

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Unknown: Chapter 2

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC!Hazel Collins

Series Summary: When a 12 year old girl shows up on Dieter's doorstep claiming to be his daughter his world is changed forever.

Rating: 18+ (explicit content)

Word Count: 2,000(ish)

Warnings: None in particular, just heed the rating

Author's Note: I have no idea how lawyers work and their process, so forgive me for just breezing by that part.

xxx

Two days later, in the late morning, Dieter woke up in bed to the chime of text alerts. A lot of them.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his knuckles and rolled onto his side to reach for his cell phone that was laying on the night stand.

Once he collected it he entered the number code to get by the main screen and tapped on the text app.

Hazel: I can't believe you want a paternity test!

Really?

You're the one who wants to have visiting rights.

I didn't come to you.

Why would I lie?

I'm not lying! You were my only partner that month.

Certainly the only partner in my life I wasn't careful with.

Dieter groaned again and texted her back slowly, not the greatest at typing on anything, let alone a phone:

My PR lady wants it as proof for the paps; not me.

That's Hollywood for you.

Hazel: You want to expose our daughter to Hollywood to tabloid journalists?

Dieter: No but it's bound to happen if we go out in public together.

I have regular stalkers.

Better to feed them facts they can't deny than let them run wild on their own.

When they ask we should be prepared.

Dieter knew all too well how nasty the Hollywood gossip column writers could get if left to their own devices. He'd seen a lot of stories about him blown out of proportion, especially after his overdose. Hell, the movie that had resulted from it had blown the events of those filming weeks out of proportion, but at least the movie had a warning at the beginning that they were. Gossip magazines did nothing of the sort, despite half of what they wrote being false, and the other half being twisted truths. They also never retracted their statements after. Dieter held a great disdain for them.

That disdain had allowed his latest PR (public relations) manager, Molly Brown, to convince him a DNA swab would be a good idea, which was a serious feat, since Dieter was a paranoid sort. He didn't trust the big companies with information like that, he'd heard all the stories, so Molly had promised to send the cheek swabs to a lesser known company that typically only tested DNA for criminal cases. She had connections that never ceased to amaze him. Best PR person ever.

Dieter: And don't worry about costs. I'm paying.

Hazel: Fine. I'll have Ally do it when she gets home from school.

That was the last he heard from Hazel directly until their meeting with their lawyers at the beginning of the next week. It was their lawyers that had been in contact with each other to set up the time and place.

The DNA results came in the day before, and they confirmed that Dieter was most definitely Ally's father.

He hadn't been surprised in the slightest, but having that extra proof did weigh heavy on him. The responsibility, the guilt of having not been able to be there for her and Hazel earlier - it was stronger now, even though Hazel had assured him it was her choice.

He met them both on the courthouse steps and Ally waved at him. "Hi." She seemed more awkward that day.

"Hey, kid," Dieter greeted her back. "What are you doing out of school?"

"Special circumstances," she replied.

"I excused her from school for a few hours so she could have the final say on everything that is going to be discussed today," Hazel explained. "She's old enough to decide how much she wants to visit you, with a few exceptions, of course. Like if she's grounded."

Dieter nodded. "Reasonable."

He was glad Hazel was allowing her to have an input in their decisions. Not that he would ever enforce any visitations if Ally decided she'd rather stay at home. He didn't want her to ever feel forced into it.

While they waited for their lawyers to come get them in the lobby, Ally plopped down on a bench and began working on some math problems in the book she'd been carrying around.

"Is she an honor student?" he quizzed Hazel, leaning towards her so he could murmur it into her ear.

She arched an eyebrow. "Is that your way of asking if our daughter's a nerd?"

"Sure. If you want to put it like that..."

"Somewhat," Hazel answered. "She does well in school and loves art, but she's also got a good amount of friends and is outspoken. People can be both."

"If she's brainy at all she got it from you," he told her.

"I know."

Dieter tried not to be insulted. He knew he wasn't the most intelligent person on Earth. That's why he'd never aimed for a job that required years of college. That and his ADD (the non-hyperactive sibling of ADHD). But he could admit it did sting a little coming from someone who barely knew him outside of one night.

He switched topics to get himself to stop thinking about it. "So, what time do you think did it? I think it was the time in front of the mirror."

He was honestly curious.

Hazel hushed him. "Dieter!" she exclaimed with dismay, eyes darting over to Ally whose attention was still occupied by her homework.

"Oh, come on, Hazel, she's well outside earshot," he said.

He wouldn't have asked otherwise.

"How would I know?" she inquired, voice stretching dramatically. "I don't remember anything more than you do. It doesn't matter anyway. None of it does. Not even when the condom failed; if we were using one at all. She's here. That's what matters now."

"I know. I'm just talking."

Hazel rolled her eyes. "I'd rather not."

"Why do you hate me?"

She huffed and shot him an impatient look. "I don't hate you, Dieter. I just would rather not have to deal with lawyers on a Tuesday when I should be at work earning money to pay the bills. Some of us live by our weekly paychecks."

"I'll reimburse you," Dieter decided. "I know what it's like, believe it or not. I've had to sleep on friends' couches before."

She shook her head, too proud to accept it and also not wanting to feel indebted to him. "I already told my boss I'd pick up an extra shift. Just...fulfill your promises. If you're doing this, you have to be responsible. She may seem mature for her age, but Ally's still a kid."

Dieter glanced at the pair of gold hoop earrings she was wearing. "Do you only have those two piercings now? Why?"

Hazel sighed heavily, her already low patience for him wearing even thinner. "I grew up, Dieter. I was twenty-four when I met you and a waitress at a two star restaurant, barely making ends meet. After I found out I was pregnant I had to change that. I took some online courses and became a hospital secretary so she could have a half decent life. Part of the deal was removing most of my piercings. Needed to look professional. And eventually I fell out of loving them so much."

"Stupid rules," Dieter muttered.

"That's society," she said, shrugging. "Sometimes in order to be a part of it, you have to comply."

Dieter narrowed his eyes at her warily. "You're not going to make one of the requirements me removing my piercing, are you? I already have to limit them to get main roles."

"Of course not. Just don't encourage Ally. She's too young to be thinking about them. Same goes for tattoos, especially tattoos."

He nodded. He had no intentions of being a bad influence on Ally, though he didn't quite understand why most people thought encouraging body art was being a bad influence. To him it was just another way to express himself.

He was just about to make a speech about it when Mr. Jefferson and Miss Dearing, their lawyers, approached them and ushered them into a conference room.

It was an expansive room that included an equally large mahogany table and twenty leather office chairs that encircled it. At the far end of the table was a huge flat screen TV that was mounted to the wall.

"Have a seat, everyone," Miss Dearing ordered. "Let's get to business."

That's the last thing Dieter clearly heard because as per usual with lawyers, the meeting was very dry and boring, and a very bad thing for his ADD. He did his best to focus, but was barely conscious of most of it, his brain zoning in and out. He assumed he got the most important bits.

Ally was going to stay with him every other weekend. Holidays would be split between both houses unless Hazel took her on a vacation or he was filming out of country. And if Ally wanted to see him a few times during the week, she could, unless she was grounded or Dieter was unable to watch her. Otherwise they would do their best to grant her wish.

There was also a mention in the main document of him needing to keep clean of any illicit drugs, or else the agreement would be null and void. Same for any other criminal acts.

It all sounded reasonable to him so Dieter signed the papers after Hazel had.

Though it would take a few weeks for the paperwork to be recognized by the state, they could start right away with the visits, and that gave Hazel an idea as they were leaving the office.

"You should stop by the house Saturday," she suggested as she turned towards him at the top of the steps. "There's things you need to know before Ally stays overnight with you. Things I want to make sure you do and don't do. Buying an epipen is the most important thing to do. She's allergic to nuts."

"Ah, something else we have in common," he mused, "Though that one I can't celebrate. It's a nutty world out there."

"Do you carry an epipen on you?" Hazel asked, ignoring his quip.

"No."

"You need to start," she told him, her expression gravely serious. "She's bad enough half a walnut would kill her faster than an ambulance could ever reach her. She once ate one at her elementary school by accident, in a brownie a friend had shared with her, not knowing about her allergy. Thankfully Ally had her epipen on her and her Biology teacher administered it within the minute she started showing signs of anaphylactic shock."

Dieter gulped at that. His allergies weren't quite that bad. "Yeah. Of course. I have a couple at home. I'll make a reminder on my phone to put it in one of my pockets whenever she visits."

"Do it all the time," Hazel demanded. "Make a habit of it. She's supposed to have hers on her at all times, but sometimes she forgets, so us adults need to be prepared."

He scratched at his beard, right under his chin. "Okay. Okay. I'll do that."

"And make sure they're in date," she added.

His face twisted as he recalled the last time he got epipens. "Yeah, I'm going to have to go to the pharmacy for that."

"Do it," she insisted. "You cannot use an out of date one on her. She can't afford the time it takes to notice if it's not working. Besides, you shouldn't let yours go out of date anyway. Ally doesn't need you to enter her life just to die by a nut."

He choked a little at the last part.

"Out of the gutter, Dieter," Hazel hissed. "This is important."

"I swear I'll take it seriously," he said raising a pinky finger.

She shook her head at him but looped her own pinky finger around his anyway. "You'd better. You get her hurt or worst, I'll murder you."

"And I'd let you," he promised. Even though he hardly knew Ally yet, he knew even then that the guilt that would follow such an event would be unbearable. She was just a kid, after all.

A smile played on Hazel's lips at how quick and sure he'd been in his reply to her. "Well, that's something."

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Tagged: @harriedandharassed @trulybetty

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#Dieter Bravo #The Bubble #Dieter Fanfic (Mine)#OFC Fanfic #X Reader #The Bubble Fanfic #Unknown Series

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marchtooctober · 1 year

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Spy x Family: Sunshine Smile

(very short story); added picture for visual

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Loid kept pacing around with his fingers pinching the space between his nose and temple.

"What the heck Twilight! Would it hurt you to take a seat for once instead of circling around?!" Franky said in a burst, annoyed with Loid's footsteps.

"Fine. Satisfied?" Loid replied as he settled down the sofa.

There's only a week left before the "anniversary". It's been a year since he "married" Yor and built his fake family. His mission regarding Desmond and the cold war proved to be slower than he expected. They're all still here. The Forger family is yet to be abolished.

"Just what is it you're being problematic about that you can't even stay in one place?" Franky inquired.

"My fake wedding anniversary with Yor is next week. I have to make some sort of public show to prevent our neighbors from suspecting us." Loid answered after a sigh.

"What? Just that? As if that's ever a problem with a deception master like you."

"I guess things will simply go smoothly with usual planning. It's just that..."

"Just what?"

"It should not only make an impact to the people around us but also to Yor. It should suit her taste..." Loid continued as he looked at the ceiling.

"You're minding her too much."

Loid jerked his head back. He was taken aback by Franky's words. Although not facing him, Loid could feel Franky's suspecting stare. As much as he wanted to talk back, he couldn't figure out his own reason.

Meeting and "marrying" Yor seems like fate. Though no way he would directly express how much Yor meant for his mission, he wanted to fairly compensate her. Perhaps he's being too much? Was he making Yor uncomfortable but failed to notice? Loid's mind was suddenly in a panic. He tried to justify in thought everything he's done until now.

After a short awkward silence, Franky spoke once again.

"It's only for appearances sake. I'm pretty sure your wife will be pleased with anything. So why the-"

Franky was suddenly cut off when they heard happy laughter coming in. Yor and Anya just arrived after walking Bond.

"Scruffy!" Anya cheered upon seeing Franky.

"Yes, young miss! It's me! Look what I got you this time!"

Franky got up from his seat and took out some ambiguous toy device that he came up with again. Loid watched as Franky and Anya get loud with their own fun. He almost zoned out if not for Bond and Yor coming to his view.

"Loid?"

"Oh! Y-Yor? Welcome back. How's your walk?" Loid responded, focusing on Yor.

"It was nice. Bond and Anya played fetch the whole time. By the way, I bought us some tart."

"Thanks. Shall we set the table?"

"Yes."

During dinner, Loid was noticeably more silent. Anya, who had been rambling with Franky about Spywars, picked up Loid's troubled thoughts.

"Papa," Anya started.

"Hm?"

"I will..."

"You'll what?"

"I'll watch Berlint In Love tonight and "learn" like Becky."

Loid blinked at her, barely digesting both his food and Anya's words.

"Ah... Okay. Good luck with that?" He only managed to reply.

Franky immediately left after dinner. Anya who was surprisingly tired, didn't bother to wait for the tv drama and headed off to bed. Yor did likewise after doing the dishes. With Loid being the only one left up, he seated himself. He is nowhere near getting asleep and decided to turn on the tv for the late night news.

"Might as well..." He mumbled while drying his hair with a towel.

But instead of news, what greeted him was a cheesy romantic music. Berlint In Love is still on.

Good thing Anya missed this. It's way late in the evening and nothing good for her to see. Loid thought.

He was about to turn it off and give sleep a try but something fascinating caught his attention.

"...Dear! I don't need all the luxury of the world! I don't care about the surprise. I just want you by my side." The lady on screen said in so sweet a tone that Loid imagined a certain person saying the same words to him.

"Oh, but honey! I only want to make you happy!" A guy in a simple working suit replied with the same intensity.

The lady's wardrobe doesn't scream extravagance but dressed enough to be distinguished as part of higher society. Bursting into tears, she threw her arms to her lover.

"Please trust me when I say so. You're all that I need! Whatever you do for me, I am happy. That's for sure..."

Finally the two blissfully walked by the shore, hand in hand while basking in the fading twilight. The dramatic scene kept playing on Twilight's mind over and over again that he couldn't focus on the news afterwards. Finding it unproductive, Loid turned off the tv and went off to sleep. As the scene repeats itself on Loid's mind, Franky's words echoed.

"You're minding her too much."

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Days have passed and Loid still struggled with a main plan he can stick with. In observation, he noticed that lately his neighbors have been going home from their respective walks between 5 and 7 pm. And so he's been considering to leave within the timeframe so as to deliberately run into them and portray that he and Yor are one adorable couple.

Amusement park? No. Given Yor's schedule, she'll already be tired from work. Eat out? Seems fine but she might be bored with it already. Lake cruise? But the travel time doesn't make it worthy. Opera? Gallery? Ugh! I can't even settle with at least three options! Loid's brain was about to go busted. He's not usually like this. In frustration, he finished his remaining crepe with a bite and threw the trash in the bin. He felt Yor's gaze.

The eyes that are always brightened by radiant spirits met Loid's. Yor smiles and Loid smiles back, a reflex that Loid gradually enjoyed.

"The crepes were good, right? It was greatly recommended by my coworkers."

"Yes."

"We should take Anya next time. She'll like it."

"Yes, sure." Loid responded with a smile.

He watched as Yor turned away and started fixing her scarf. He thought how unusual their "dates" have been. Things usually don't go the way he expect like when Yor settles in a weird mood, Yor drinking way too much, Yor having to leave early due to work-related emergency, Yuri suddenly visiting, and so on.

Looking back from the start, he's grateful that Yor is still with his family, with him. Grateful with everything she did and wondered how she was able to put up with him. Would it have been different with another? He didn't bother pondering on it further. He only knew one thing. It can only be her.

Franky's words resurfaced again. Loid didn't know what to feel. Lately he's been unsure of his attitude towards his "wife". All along, he thinks that he did everything like he used to with his past fake romances. But no. He's very wrong.

Yor must have felt the stare and turned around.

"Let's go home." She said.

It was as if time stopped. Suddenly, myriad of memories flashed through Loid's mind. Realization hit him hard.

Oh... I'm in love with Yor. For real.

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My contribution for LoiYor valentine 💕

#spy x family #sxf fanfic #LoiYor valentine #loiyor #loiyor fanfic #loid forger #yor forger

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maskedemerald · 8 months

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Writer Q&A Tag

Took a while but thanks @pb-dot for the tag! It got a little long but I really enjoyed doing this!

What motivates you to write?

My mind is nearly always churning with ideas and stories. If I left them there they would stage a rebellion. No but really I'm motivated to write because I love telling stories. I want to share those stories with others where I can. I'm always my first target audience and if I like it then there is sure to be someone else out there.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work that you love (just please credit them)

Picking a bit of my writing is hard. I have scenes that I really like in all of my WIPs but its hard to choose something. Right now with my focus on A Curiosity Piqued the bit I would like to share most is my opening. I just feel it really sets well the frame of mind Aelfraed is in at the start.

Aelfraed had been hearing the snapping of the metaphorical thread for weeks, the weight of years of pressure pulling on him. Stretching fibres fraying. He was about to break.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I must betray Aelfraed right now, he isn't the character that makes me feel like this. It depends depends on the story. For A Curiosity Piqued it would be Ari but they don't show up for some time so Shhh... secrets. As for Magic Act I'd say it's Night. I love the mysterious over enthusiastic fae. I love how sinister they are without meaning to be and trying so hard to understand humans. Specifically Magician who they are currently helping to hide.

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The drafting process. I like the flow and creativity that is involved. I'm distinctly less fond of editing and unfortunately editing is where I am at the moment with the first A Curiosity Piqued novella. Maybe I can change hating editing this time!

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I think the thing I do best when I'm writing is getting in the heads of characters. I find when I get really into a character's head for a scene the writing flows. My favorite though are the existential crises, if I haven't given a protagonist one its more I haven't given them one yet!

What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly the tag games and asks. I love getting a tag or a question. It reminds me to talk about my project rather than just hide in a corner and write. It also sometimes has me thinking about things I hadn't considered before for a project!

Seriously I'll always be happy to see an ask or tag even if it takes me a while to get to it!

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I know a lot of people here will be mentioning Scrivener. Scrivener is great and I love using it but I really want to talk about the notebooks I use for discovery drafts. When it comes to the very very first draft of a story before I even have a proper outline I like to pick out a nice notebook that has something about it that feels inspiring for the story. Basically pretty notebooks inspire me and give me some feel for the mood of the story too. It also means I write with a certain level of no taking back what I have written which is great for fighting through that first draft. Once I've got that go with the flow stage done things get digital for making a proper outlined first draft.

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The thing is I love world building, I could probably answer this for all the WIPs I have shoved under the rug in the corner that I have to keep sweeping back under if I want to focus on my main ones.

For A Curiosity Piqued it would have to be the magic system. I wanted a system with hard rules about what can be done and how, while still having a sense of mystery. That comes from treating it as a science. The society is experimenting and learning how magic works while also learning how other sciences work so that they can use that in their magic. The rule at its most basic is you have to have an understanding of how it works to do it magically. Traditional healing magic can seal a cut because they've seen it happen over time and know what helps. More advanced healing magic needs knowledge of the science of how the body heals that deeper or larger injury what the blood does, what the cells do, etc.

What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Don't be afraid to take breaks if you need them, burning out will not help.

Pick something in your project that makes you smile and write that next. Not got any. Drabble with your characters with tropes that make you smile. Like found family? Write a fluffy scene of your characters all together. It doesn't have to be something you use later just something to get you smiling about your project again. Get creativity flowing and the like.

It won't work for everyone but this it what helps for me when I'm struggling to find the motivation to write for a specific project.

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I smile when I see posts from @pb-dot , @scribe-of-stories , @jasperygrace , @card-queen and @squarebracket-trick I love reading about their work, the snippets they post and the talk about the writing process. I would recommend checking out their blogs and dropping them a follow!

Gently no pressure tagging the people above if they haven't already done this. I'd always love to hear more about what you are creating and the process! Also to anyone else that wants to do this!

#writing #creative writing #writeblr community #writeblr

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shivunin · 1 year

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Heyyyyyyyyy 💜

Another prompt list I'll steal :P But in the meanwhile... a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

For whomever you think it'd fit best, I have my ideas of whom could they be, but surprise me!

I spent forever trying to figure out which one you guessed asdsffsd. I am sure it wasn't this; I'm so sorry in advance for how angsty this came out lol. Hawke is a messy drunk and her mom died like a week ago.

Thank you so much for the prompt! I look forward to sending you ones from this list, too; it's a good one <3

The Punchline

(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 1,459 Words | Angst | CW: references to parent death, blood, broken bones)

At this moment, Fenris was certain that he was the last person in the world who ought to be hauling a drunk Hawke home. But the others who’d left the Hanged Man with them were some distance away and Fenris had watched her trip on the hem of her robe one time too many.

Surely there was no harm in this—letting her loop an arm over his waist while his rested on her shoulder. Even so, there was something wild about her eyes tonight that set his teeth on edge, that warned him off. If the others hadn’t already reached the bottom of this particular staircase and turned the corner, he would have called for any of them to help her instead.

But—uncomfortable as this was—he couldn’t let her fall. He owed her more than that.

“Fenris,” she said after a moment, and tripped again. Fenris steadied her, grimacing, and nudged them closer to the wall so she had something to catch herself against next time. Hawke ignored this and tried again.

“Fenris,” she said, “D’you want—”

She hiccuped, nearly pelted headlong down the stairs, and caught herself with an elbow hard on the wall.

“Don’t talk,” Fenris said, “Focus on the path.”

Hawke laughed, first an uncharacteristic giggle, then full-throated, as if this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. She let go of his waist, leaning back against the wall instead, and laughed until she was coughing instead. After a moment, she spat on the stairs they’d already traversed and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth

Tears traced lines down her face, the one on the left following the path of the scar she’d gained in the Deep Roads. Fenris could not say if the tears were from laughing too hard or if she’d already been weeping before.

“Do you want to hear a joke, Fenris?” Hawke asked.

“No,” he said, “The others are—”

“What,” she said anyway, her glassy eyes looking right through him, “bleeds red and destroys everything it touches?”

“Hawke,” Fenris said, hands curling and uncurling at his sides, “Don’t.”

Hawke laughed again, that wild laugh that sounded nothing at all like her, and stumbled down two more steps. Fenris followed—he always followed, even when it was inadvisable—and eyed her when she caught herself against the wall again.

She must have scraped her elbow against the rough stone when she’d caught herself before; it left a smear of red on the wall now.

“What,” she said, the word coming out with the laugh, “loses pieces of itself over and over and still drags its bones back home?”

Fenris said nothing. He just watched her. She laughed again, descended another step, left another broken line of blood on the wall beside the stairs.

Perhaps he ought to leave her at her door and find someone else to handle this. If her current state was any indication, she should not be alone tonight. If left to her own devices…

“Come on, Fenris,” she said, her laughing interspersed with little gasps, “Don’t you have a guess? Here, here; I’ll give you another hint. What has wings but only falls? What has a crest but no family line?

“Hawke,” Fenris said quietly, with little idea what he might say next. She didn’t give him a chance. She snapped unsuccessfully, but gave up after her thumb missed the second time.

“Right in one,” she said, and her laughing sounded almost like panting now, like an animal caught in a snare, “Hawke.”

When she tripped on the next step, he did not catch her in time; one arm hit the steps with a shark crack and she rolled the rest of the way to the bottom. Fenris darted after her, cursing himself roundly, and knelt on one knee beside her crumpled form.

“Hawke?” he said, brushing aside the hair in her face. At first, he thought her face might be contorted with pain, but no; she was still laughing, though the breath had been knocked from her lungs. She gasped after a moment, then chuckled in spasms, as if she couldn’t make herself stop laughing.

“Fenris,” she said through her laughter, “Come on. Laugh. It’s a good joke.”

He ignored this entirely; it seemed to be the best course of action. Like as not, she’d forget she’d said any of this in the morning.

“Do you,” she said, as he hauled her to her feet, “Do you know, Fenris, what the strongest force in the universe is?”

Why did that sound familiar?

“Love,” she said, and there was no mistaking her sob for a laugh.

Fenris caught her arm and Hawke reeled back with a hiss. For a moment, they were all elbows and legs as he tried to catch her without gripping her injured arm. At last, he snagged her waist and she hung over his arm, her hair long and loose enough to brush against the stone of Hightown’s street.

“Love,” she said, “That’s what he told me. Isn’t that—isn’t that hilarious?”

Ah—yes. He remembered now.

It was what the mage who’d killed her mother had said when she found him in his lair. Do you know what the strongest force in the universe is? Love. It had sounded just as mad then as it did now.

Fenris was hunched over her, so when Hawke lifted her head they were only a breath apart. He knew what she was going to do the moment before she did it; her eyes dropped to his mouth, as they had often before that fateful night months ago, and her injured hand, shaking, pressed against his cheek.

When she kissed him, it tasted like copper and salt. Fenris neither responded nor moved away; he only waited, frozen in place, certain that either possible action could only make things worse. Did he want her to kiss him? He didn't know; he'd thought of it often since that night. The memory of her in his arms lived in his mind, replaying when he was alone in his room no matter how he willed it otherwise. Yes; he wanted her to kiss him. He also never wanted her to touch him again, to never again be reminded of what he'd so briefly had and lost.

The kiss lasted only a moment; Maria pulled away almost as soon as she made contact with him.

“There,” she said quietly, “You see? That proves it. You’re safe. I only destroy the ones I love, after all. You can still get away.”

That—that hurt. He hadn’t expected it to; had not known that this part of him could still be vulnerable to her in this way. It had been months, after all; she’d seemed determined to pretend their night together had never happened at all. More than once, she’d arrived at cards with the hints of red marks at her neck and smelling of someone else’s perfume. It was what must be; they both knew that.

They both knew that.

There was no reason to pretend otherwise now, when it was already too late. There was no reason for this clutching feeling in his chest.

“Hawke!”

Sebastian jogged up, looking between the two of them. Whatever conclusions he might have drawn, he kept them to himself. Hawke braced a hand on Fenris’s shoulder and righted herself, pushing out of his arms and away.

“Sebastian!” she said, “There you are.”

“Here I am,” he agreed, offering an arm, “Time to go home.”

Fenris met the other man’s eyes, nodded, and turned away. The streets were dim, the buildings looming like specters. He did not watch the other two go, but he heard them talking as he turned toward home.

“Do you want to hear a joke, Sebastian?”

“Oh, I think I’d better tell you one instead,” Sebastian began, but Fenris did not hear the rest; they were moving in opposite directions. They always seemed to be moving in opposite directions, he and Hawke.

Fenris told himself he would think no more about it—she was drunk, after all; she would remember none of this in the morning—but when he stepped into his bedroom he caught sight of his own reflection in the glass of the window.

When she’d touched his face, Hawke had left a mark behind. Blood that’d been on her thumb, he supposed; and how grotesque it was that two thumbprints ought to look so much like a heart.

The mark itself was easy enough to wash clean; but when he fell asleep in his bed, it was with his fingertips tucked beneath the silk of Hawke's scarf, warm and bright around his wrist even now.

Safe, she’d said. As if Fenris had ever stayed with her for safety.

#fenris #fenris dragon age #maria hawke #fenhawke #fenris x hawke #angst #my writing #da2 #Sebastian stayed with her until she slept because she is #obviously not in a good place here #she wrote Fenris an apology note and sent it with a bottle of wine the next day #and neither of them acknowledged this for a very long time #listen i just. love a messy character and hawke is *messy*#shivunin scrivening

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for-the-sake-of-color · 8 months

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For Mary ann and Jet: 1, 2, 7, 8, 9, and 10

TYSM!!!!! This is for the Edgy/misc OC ask meme [HERE]

Full answers under the Cut

1) What would your oc rather just forget?

Mary Ann: She would probably like to forget the day she realized her and her father were just pawns in her mothers manipulative schemes, and that she would never be able to love herself and carry on fulfilling the expectations of either one of them.

Jet: Would probably like to forget the bits he actually can remember, of the first three days of the first battle of geonosis. Specifically the crater he woke up in dazed and badly wounded, surrounded by what was left of those he considered family, holding the last of them in his arms as they took their last breaths, leaving Jet one of the only survivors of their whole company.

2) What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Mary Ann: She's a gurlanin shapeshifter who's natural form is a closer to that of a canine marsupial

Jet: Is actually three+ weeks younger than than Kix and is one of the youngest of his own squad despite being their leader.

7) What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Mary Ann: She was supposed to be even less of a one-off character than Jet is, given she was only originally ever mentioned in passing by a character (jet) who themselves was only a plot device for a single chapter. The second i decided to give her a backstory though, the idea of her being a gurlanin just jumped right out at me and everything else came together from there

Jet: Was only supposed to be a one-off character at a bar (79s) who had briefly gotten some dating advice from my sith OC Nihlus and was reporting back as successful in using that advice. And then I went back to write what led up to that initial conversation and grew to like him SO much that he's technically now the co-lead of the story alongside Nihlus (excluding kix as the siths s/o) and is vitally important to making this story work

8) Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Mary Ann: Yes Absolutely. She's a shapeshifter than can fully dissapear from not just sensors but the force as well. The full range of a gurlanins ability means she can do pretty much whatever she wants whenever she wants as whomever she wants

Jet: Yea, but not because of him. The rest of his chosen family are all far too good as committing and covering up murders that he couldnt turn himself in even if he wanted to cause there just wouldnt be anymore evidence against him by the time he made it down to the holding cell

9) Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Mary Ann: Her character playlist isn't bulky compared to some of my others but I do like It's Time by Imagine Dragons

It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger But then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand That I'm never changing who I am? This road never looked so lonely This house doesn't burn down slowly To ashes, to ashes

It's related to her leaving her homeworld at 70 to get away from her family and all the expectations to settle down and bear children when she wanted to build an actual life for herself where she's free to live as she wishes

Jet: He actually (go figure) has one of my more fleshed out character playlists, the one which I associate with him most being Chalk Outline by Three Days Grace

You left me here like a chalk outline On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away Wash away You keep coming back to the scene of the crime But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway All you left behind Is a chalk outline All you left behind Is a chalk outline

Which is of course related to his deep trauma as a result of losing his batchmates in the hundreds, being one of the first units sent to geonisis, and as a result, how he holds no strong loyalties to the republic which he was raised to venerate and uphold.

10) What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Mary Ann and Jet: oh you have NOOOOO idea how deep I constantly am in the Star Trek AU for Crisis Company where Jet is a Captain of the Intrepid Class ship Venture and Mary Ann is a (post-dominion war) changling, offically the ship Bartender and unofficially the ship counselor. I have soooo much to say about this st au like ALLL the time. Here's (rogue) Captain Jet and his Ship's Main Computer and Tactical War Hologram Nihlus [more here]

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