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himitsu-luna · 3 years

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∘˚˳° Nct 127 - favourite activities/hobbies they like to do with their s/o ∘˚˳°

✮↬Taeil

「Go camping」

Camping with you is Taeil's most healing activity.

He loves the idea of just you and him, away from everything and everyone, lost in your own little world, heads and hearts at piece, enjoying nature and each other's presence.

On your first time camping, you were only able to set up your tent after one hour of failing attempts and seven different YouTube tutorials. Now you two are professional campers, you know more than any old uncle out there.

You fish, you take a walk in the woods and discover some interesting wild life forms, you watch the birds and the clouds decorating the sky, you eat and share all your favorite snacks, you feel strongly connected to each other.

The most beautiful time is when the night falls and galaxies are slowly painted on the dark sky, revealing stars you've never imagined were there before.

Getting absorbed by the serene mood, Taeil often gets emotional and holds your hand tightly, while singing for you dearly, grateful for having you by his side.

Extras: listening to music and discovering new songs, talking until 3 am, cuddling

✮↬Johnny

「Photography」

Johnny is in heaven everytime he gets to do his most beloved hobby with his most beloved person. He even bought you a camera, a very nice one, and taught you everything you needed to know.

He says his photographies turn out the best when he is with you. You make him see things differently, more lively, more vibrant, holding a lot more meaning.

He captures the scenes with much more passion, and anyone who sees the pictures afterwards can feel his emotions on them.

You are his favorite subject. Through the lenses of his camera you look even more ethereal and unreal. He especially likes to zoom in on each one of your details. Your expressive eyes, your cute moles, the softness of your skin, your restless fingers, the playfulness of your smile, the curves of your body. He beautifuly registers all of them.

He also likes to take photos with you because it's an extra excuse to take you to the most cool and wonderful places. You also go to cute cafés a lot, since he knows taking food pictures is one of your favorite things.

You print all of your photos, and collect them in a custom album, which he proudly shows to everyone. He even plans on organizing an exhibition, to share with this gray world a little bit of your colorful love.

Extras: night walks, filming vlogs, driving along the river

✮↬Taeyong

「Drawing」

Taeyong loves drawing with you not only for the pleasure of spending more time together, but also because he feels a hundred times more inspired when you're by his side.

Not only you amplify his good feelings, you also have the most brilliant mind that comes up with the most creative ideas and concepts. He finds you fascinating.

You two spontaneously get your pencils and papers, and fill them with your thoughts. In no time they get completely covered by expressive figures and colors.

When the papers are not enough, you bring out canvas and paint. When the canvas are not enough, you doodle on your own shirts. When your shirts are not enough, you do little tattoos on each other's skin.

Taeyong values every single one of your creations, for more simple and unreasonable you say they are. They are a piece of you, after all.

Looking fondly at you laughing after giving him a mustache with a green marker, Taeyong feels grateful to you for bringing life to his days. He is grateful to you for allowing him to express his soul, and for letting him see yours as well.

Extras: volunteering at some animal shelter, dancing, gaming

✮↬Yuta

「Learning new things」

You and Yuta like to do stimulating things together, so you're always looking for new hobbies and activities to fill your calm and uneventful days.

There are so many interesting stuff to learn in this world that you get too excited and end up applying to dozens of random courses.

From sewing to building a garden, you gradually aquire skills that would allow you to survive easily at any desert island.

The best part of the whole proccess is that you help each other and learn from each other, while bonding and discovering new things about yourselves.

Likes and dislikes, what is hard and what is easy, what you have in commom and in what you complete each other, Yuta simply loves going through these little epiphanies with you.

Learning together also gives you the feeling of growing together. Through mutual support and encouragement, Yuta proudly watches your meaningful journey through life advancing beautifuly.

Extras: doing nails, going shopping, going to the gym

✮↬Doyoung

「Staying home」

Doyoung dedicates all his free time to you, and only you. There's nothing better than a cozy, domestic and intimate day spent with you.

The first step of your perfect day is a perfect breakfast. He gives you a back hug and feeds you a piece of warm toast. Your comforting scent mixed with the smell of the coffee you're preparing gives Doyoung the endorphins for your beautiful day ahead.

Second step is getting fresh ingredients for your dinner. You two go on a cute brief grocery shopping date, in which you end up buying much more than needed, not regreting any purchase though, because it's all of your favorite things.

Third is lazying around on each other's arms. Doing nothing at all, taking a quick nap, cuddling all day long, listening to music or reading a book in bed, scented candles setting a cozy atmosphere.

Fourth is cooking dinner. After some chops chops, some frying, some laughing, you two savour the delicious dishes you prepared together, full of care.

Then you spent the rest of the night talking, about everything and nothing at all, ending the day with a half asleep yet sincere love confession.

Extras: singing, visiting your families, skincare routine night

✮↬Jaehyun

「Playing sports/ exercising」

Jaehyun loves being active with you. You get to spend more time together, and, at the same time, he makes sure you're living a health lifestyle.

He especially likes to take you for a tennis match and for bowling.

He tries his best to look extra cool in front of you, which in fact doesn't require him a great amount of effort. He is naturally good at everything, no matter how new it is to him.

But there's something that makes him stumble on his own feet and act like a hopeless fool for a second: you. He can't get over how cool you look with your fierce and determined eyes, stretching and preparing yourself for the activity.

After every victory of yours, ever completed set of exercises, you get a proud Jaehyun, clapping at you and celebrating : "that's my Y/N!!"

Playing in the same team is almost unfair to the other's, because your teamwork is simply impecable.

Competing against each other is also an interesting and funny experience, because Jaehyun knows how to tease and provoke you too.

When you're exhausted and dripping sweat, he comes with his reassuring "you did well, thank you for today", followed by a tender kiss and an invite for a relaxing bubble bath.

Extras: traveling, drinking wine at midnight, watching movies

✮↬Winwin

「Going out」

Going out in general is not something Winwin likes to do, but it's completely different when he does it with you

He gets genuinely excited to spend a day out with you, learning about your favorite places and activities, and making them all his favorites too.

He likes going shopping the most. He pays close attention to your choices, creating mental notes, so he can surprise you from time to time with a considerate gift.

Going to good restaurants is also mandatory. Discovering new tastes, eating with no guilty until he feels fully satisfied with life, all of this in the company of the most amazing person.

Also, festivals! Festivals are always super fun, is when the city regains its life. The best food and the best games all in one place. He tries so hard to get you the biggest prize at the target shooting game, but he fails all his attempts. That's when you show your abilities and he ends up with a gigantic bunny plush, smiling from ear to ear while watching beside you the fireworks hanging in the sky.

And at the end of the day, coming back home and recalling the funny memories you built together makes him loving being tired for once.

Extras: playing with lego, teaching you chinese, doing nothing on the couch

✮↬Jungwoo

「Watching movies/ dramas」

Watching TV with Jungwoo is like a sacred daily ritual. A day can only be considered good if you watched something together, understood nothing of it, but had the time of your lives. You not only watch things together, you are there for each other, truly, in body and soul.

He lays his head on your lap and asks for a massage on his head. He looks at you a lot, knowing that everytime your gazes meet, you unconsciously will lean and give him little peck.

He playfully fights over what to watch, but in the end he agrees with whetever you want.

He comments on what you're watching every three minutes. You answer, then he brings up a completely unrelated topic, and you end up forgetting about the tv for some minutes, getting trapped in a random conversation.

He can't see couples on the screen without going "pfttt, we're much better than them! Hire us! Look!", and then he proceeds on getting up and acting like a fool Romeo, kneeling in front of you.

Sad scenes always get him in the feelings. He skillfully holds his tears though, but getting a glimpse of you crying is enough to make him cry with you. You two become extra clingy when it's time to sleep, holding each other with the mutual feeling of protecting your beloved one from any sadness.

Extras: eating out, stargazing, giving and receiveing a relaxing massage

✮↬Mark

「Playing guitar」

It's automatic. Your humming/singing is an instant call for Mark to grab his guitar and follow you with its melodies.

Your acoustic sessions usually happen in the afternoon, when you feel the laziest and your bodies are relaxed. You head to the bedroom, sit on the bed and let your worries get carried away by the soothing sound of the guitar.

Out of sudden he asks you to tell him random phrases and thoughts, and there he goes, delivering you whole new rap.

When you want to play the guitar too, he snuggles to your back and patiently explains you all the chords, guiding your fingers through the strings.

After a few tries, you manage to play it nicely, and Mark has the cutest reactions, as the proud teacher he is. After a round of excited applauses, he can't help but hugging you with all his might.

If you pay good attention to the songs Mark chooses to play, you'll see how he expresses his feelings through them. He says he picks the songs randomly, but, smiling to himself, he quietly admits that, coincidently, the word "love" is indeed in all of them.

Extras: watching the sunset while heading home, riding bycicles, eating a whole watermelon in a hot summer day

✮↬Haechan

「Gaming」

Haechan pratically dragged you to the world of gaming. He insisted so much that you decided to give it a try. Haechan now has mixed feelings about it, because you've become as good as him and as addicted to gaming as him.

He buys games he knows you're going to like, and he doesn't mind watching you playing them for hours and hours. Your reactions are very entertaining and priceless, a never ending source of teasing material.

You build each other's avatars, and he makes yours the prettiest he can. He always unconsciously favors you in any way he can, you being in his team or not. He buys expensive itens for you, itens that he doesn't even buy for himself.

He does gets frustrated when he loses for you, but seeing you smiling makes him glad and willing to lose more.

The funniest thing is when you two are with your family and you start to talk about a game you're playing, but you use only terms related to the game. Everyone thinks you're speaking in some alien language, and it amused Haechan a lot.

When he is the only one gaming and you call him to cuddle with you, he gives you the biggest love proof a gamer can give. He stops gaming, turns off his computer, and gives you all his time and attention.

Extras: cooking, doing your hair, taking a walk in a park

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itsmoonphobic · 3 years

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Dream SMP characters and my interpretation of them:

-Techno: The smell of Dirt and soil,blood,wine and old books. Silk pillowcases,golden jewelry,mosaics,stained fingertips, grand staircases,scented candles,storyteller,lazy smiles, secretive,slow dancing,sad resting face,elegant language,cold weather,confident,doubts himself,philosophy, messy braids,glowdust flakes, poetry,graceful movements,neat and cursive handwriting, greek mythology, oriental music,pale skin,libraries,sarcasm, long-lasting friendships,quotes,frosted windows,layering clothes, know-it-all,rude but endearing,pile of papers,cherry blossoms,muted colors,overthinks everything,devotion,logical thinking,insomniac,scattered mind,castle walls,laid back,tired eyes,long debates,show over tell,lingering touches,rulebreaker, dirty palms,old movies freezing feet,old habits,late nights studying,early riser,skips meals,eye bags,tea with milk,velvet jackets,dimly lit by streetlights,ancient wood floors,flowy curtains,art museums, gravely morning voice,echos in the middle of nowhere,sleepy whispers,nostalgia everywhere,red lipstick stains,loves animal more than people,calm and quiet, healing stones,parked car conversations,sharp jaw,obsessed with memes,violins,doves, doves,floats instead of walks,unbroken promises,twisting and winding hair around fingers,nail biting, repeating phrases,mist secret scars,rumors,always wearing earphones,metaphorical, emotions fragile as a flower, speaks with his eyes,fluttery eyelashes,dog lover,forehead kisses,calligraphy,pretty knives,cares too much,lopsided grins,messy desks,talks for hours no,rolling his eyes all the time,powerful strides,wants to conquer the world,slender hands,good grades, dusty book covers,wax stamped envelopes,vintage mirrors

-Phil: The smell of cold air,pine trees and sandalwood.Dead birds and mothballs,stops on the sidewalk to make sure nobody is left behind,morning person,herbal teas,crows,eats breakfast outside,constellations,family portraits on walls, chirping and whistling,crime documentaries,cool father figure, graveyards,weeping angels,meteor shower,many friends but only a single close one,contagious laugh,fragile teacups,fog, early mornings,fuzzy blankets,springs of thyme,bare feet, empty streets,rosemary stems,flickering lanterns,burnt wood bowls,feather collector,antique silverware,a sky full of stars, skylights,torn pages,overstuffed bookshelves,makes you feel comfortable whenever you talk to him,organized,full of ideas, believes in magic,gives the best advice,lost in his own way, warm hugs,scrapbooks and bullet journals,old cars,soft features,daydreaming,bright eyes,getting lost in the woods,moonlight,self knitted sweaters, stargazing on tailgates,the universe,hand in hand with wandering hearts, garage sales,questioning life but feeling at peace,attic bedrooms and haylofts,pursuing science and desiring art, photo albums,hopeless romantic,dark chocolate,open windows and quirky morning rituals,actually knows what brunch is, succulents,a kind-hearted loner,free-spirit,plaid button-ups, always ready to let you rant,abandons projects quickly, complicated past,bold moves,goes with the flow,aims for things that seem unachievable,lives in extremes,knowing smiles,constantly busy with something new,soft touches,love at first sight,naps alot,subsequent tea stains,sparkly eyes, abandoned barns,handwritten notes,feather quills,fascination with the sky,whispering secrets to the wind,great with kids, takes a backpack everywhere,hugs trees,big winter coats,road trips,knows tons of medical info,bites his nails,comforting presence,lost souls,city lights from a high rise

-Wilbur: The smell of fire,smoke,caramel and coffee. Stands up for people who can't for themselves,emotional wreck,loves his family too much but still yells at them,soft turtlenecks,sits in different spots every time he eats dinner,chipped nailpolish, songwriter,probably depressed,wakes up in the middle of the night to write down random thoughts,heartbroken teenager songs,dark psychology and deep meanings,globes and maps, wants to travel and make lots of memories,curls of steam, earbuds in,spattered ink,good singer,keeps to himself,old music and dusty vinyl,the type of person that you could stare at for hours,loud laugh,ride or die,dreams about his future, believes in fresh starts and new beginnings, messy and tangled hair,summer nights,soft features,deep thinker and dimples, having crushes,musicals and theater, half finished diaries and laptop stickers,mixtapes,quirky love notes, secretly kinda insane,always ready for coffee,thrift shops, beachy waves, bonfires,probably drives too fast,cutoff jeans, cream and sugar,nude colors,always creating new problems for himself, fights for equality,long debates and tired eyes, tapping a rhythm and humming quietly,spends all his time on social media,beanie galore,trench coats,foggy glasses,cozy sweaters, dancing around his room to the Beatles,looking out the window when the sun is setting,birkenstocks,guitar strumming on a warm summer evening,bells and chimes,subtle sadness, the feeling of diving into a deep pool,perfect proportions,too many playlists,holding hands,pretty boy,sew on patches and bomber jackets,candid photos,warm sun on bare skin,dancing silhouettes on the sunsets,beach walks at midnight,messy but cozy room,different mood every minute,singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs,sharp grins,haunted houses, paranormal stuff,late night snack runs with friends,explores creeks and lakes,double checks everything he does,walking through hot sand,backyard campfires,acoustic songs,photo booths,train platforms at night,s'mores,sun bleached arbors

-Tommy: The smell of plastic,fresh cut grass and musk. Does the bare minimum at School,unless genuinely interested in a topic,doodles on the side of his paper,movie marathons,empty coca cola bottles everywhere,rope swings,glossy nailpolish,lots of energy,life of the party, kidcore ,can always make you laugh,loves photography,eyestrain and bright colors,bruised knees and untied shoelaces,paperballs in class,brand new red converse,denim jackets,pins and clips,chalk drawings in the middle of the road,every text contains emojis, garden sprinklers,graffiti,wreck this journal,vibrant dyed hair, scribbles and highlighter pens,carnivals,involed in many things, watermelon flavored anything,loves to climb trees,screaming on playgrounds,oversized t-shirts,stained glass windows, anklets,skateboards and hula hoops,milkshakes on the front porch,social butterfly,always in a hurry,pinkie promises,tangled headphones,melted crayons and gummy bears,bean bags and hummingbirds,spinning around till he gets dizzy,chaotic and crazy yet so fun to be around,rushing into things too quickly, roller coasters and derbies,doesn't get knocked back by criticism,cans of fizzy drinks and neon lights,skips school,tye dye shirts and nitendo games,impulse and class clown,sticks stickers on stranger's things,pickpockets his close friends,has to carry a walkie-talkie around with him at all times,sleepovers and sneaking out through windows,pockets full of change and random buttons,stands out in crowds and makes friends easily, pretends to be fearless but is scared of the littlest things,trips and rips his jeans daily,uno cards,social butterfly,music discs, fights with his family but would actually kill for them,broken handwriting,flannels and jerseys around his waist

-Tubbo: The smell of honey,fresh bread and citrus. Lowkey soft, hugging a teddy bear,pressed flowers,eats alot of bread,big hoodies,fairy lights and blanket forts,prank calls while holding in your laughter,beeswax candles,sidewalk dandelions,gentle cuddles on the couch,pastel yellow and cute doodles,flower crowns and diasy chains,plays the ukulele,fascinated by bees and supports local coffee shops,outdoorsy sunshine addict, sparklers and iced lemonade,festivals with fireworks and fireflies in mason jars,homework done as soon as its assigned, watercolor paintings,giggling uncontrollably,long hugs and lazy cartoon afternoons,park dates and forehead kisses,cutting pants into shorts,messy wild hair and pear lollipops,has tiny random braids decorated with golden yarn,hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot,suprise piggy back rides,adult swim shows and lip gloss stains,being goofy without meaning to,bounces in his step and stops to pet stray animals,baked bread and washi tape bracelets,bike rides and summer picnics,rolling down a hill in the spring and bringing home grass stains on his jeans, waving at someone across a crowded room,spontaneous hang outs and self made clay rings,sitting in the warm sunlit grass on early spring mornings,rock painting and hiding them for other people to find,picking apples from trees but needing to be held up in order to reach one

-Ranboo: The smell of peppermint tea,denim and rain. Is there for everyone but never themselves,regrets things they said but can never find the nerves to apologize,clumps of mascara and winged eyeliner,writes down every tiny thing in notebooks, loves children and their friends,forgetting that they already grabbed a waterbottle,drawing on condensation windows,rainy days and puddles,always on the edge of a breakdown,elevator music and long limbs,old tape recordings and cassettes,moss covered ruins and greenhouses,wanting to be in multiple places at the same time,different colored socks,long hugs and head pats,reading under the covers,collages and spray paint,record players and walks alone through the woods,loves playing by creeks and collecting stones,always wondering and worrying about things they shouldn't,vivid dreams and leather jackets, silver necklaces and piercings,snoozing their alarm clock, seeing the moon in the early morning,blurry photographs and windswept hair,downpours and comfortable silence,wrapping gifts and handing them over with shaking hands,sitting on a rooftop and spontaneous plans,lofi sounds and long train roads,deja vu moments,randomly dissapears and sipping tea, cold concrete and city parks,tickets and brochures from places they visited,dusty parchment and desperately trying to be a good person,wikipedia articles and lace-up boots,often loses track of time while talking to people they love,sings to the radio and avoids conflict if possible,can't sit still for five minutes, perpetually in an emo phase and knows more than they let on, hawaiian shirts,henna tattoos and sparkling water,sleeping in complete darkness and the relief of falling into bed,midnight thunderstorms and anticipation for the coming day,lucky charms and the sound of rain hitting the windows

-Dream: The smell of apples,eucalyptus,vanilla and green tea. Freckles and smiley faces,glow sticks and wrinkled linen, probably a really good singer,wild laughter and jellyfish, popular,tanned skin and cruising with the top down,doesn't take shit from anyone,analytical and self assured,beachy waves and dreamy sunsets,running barefoot,likes being active and on the go at all times,sassy and dramatic as fuck,dream catchers and hammocks,glow in the dark stickers on his phonecase, feisty and a sense of danger,brought home stray cats when he was a child,falling in love with strangers,waking up early and continue laying on the bed,golden hours and 4pm naps,soft aching hands burried in messy hair,center of attention,static and heavy breathing,old percy jackson books under the bed, throwing pebbles at the closed windows of his friends' room, retro diners at 2am,adrenaline junkie and nighttime thriver,will go insane if cooped up indoors for too long,deadlines till last minute,oversleeping and coming home past midnight,naturally a really good surfer,hugs from behind and neck kisses,checking the fridge at 1am,ice cream in bed and cat cuddles,always picks up over facetime

Might make more parts for some of the other guys :)

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bxdbxdboy · 3 years

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Character Development

BASICS

Full Name: Luz Noceda

Alias: Apprentice

Nicknames: Bad Boy, (Luz Squad) B.Boy, (herself) Soft Boy, (Cottage) Baby Boy, (Eda) Nice Boy, (Sunny) Sweetheart (Bee)

Sex / Gender: Female, Nonbinary (she/her/hers, he/him/his, they/them/theirs ) .

Right or Left: Left

Age: 16.

Height: 5'6″.

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

Distinguishing Marks: She has a raven tattoo over her scar she received trying to stop her villain in her timeline. She’s shaved her left eyebrow in the middle to match her friend’s scar.

Paragraph Of Physical Traits: She’s got a rather strong build which means she has no weak nerd arms and a significant amount of muscle to her arm. Her hair is slicked back like a wave and it’s always been like that it just has always naturally curled and folded over in that direction. When she sleeps it gets wavy or spikey sticking up like a parrot.

FAMILY / RELIGION

Parents / Guardians: Camilla Noceda

Siblings: n/a adopted Brother King.

Marital Status: Not married.

Significant Other(s): Bee (Amity-Bee), Blushy (Amity in her timeline)

Children: N/A.

Other Relatives: Many Many cousins, aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides of the family.

Pets: Bunga, (familiar, honey badger) Saturn, (familiar magical Owl) Calypso. (palisman Sable)

Friends: Cottage, Sunny, Iris, Bee, Lucky, Otter, Puppy, Gus, Willow.

Enemies: Emperor Belos.

Ethnicity: Latina

Religion: None.

Beliefs: N/A

Superstitions: black cats, broken mirrors. KARMA!

Languages: English. Spanish.

Diction / Accent: Spanish

SCHOOL / WORK / HOME

Education: Public School / High scool leverl/ Hexside

Degree(s): Not yet.

Occupation: Local Power washer for her boiling isles, Food delivery, Potion distributor.

Own or Rent: Neither.

Living Space: Eda’s home in the owl house, Her home in the human realm, and Magic Treehouse bedroom.

Work Space: N/A.

Main Mode of Transport: Skateboarding, Walking, running, or flying. Can drive, will learn, will drive without license.

PSYCHOLOGY

Fears: Being replaced / abandoned, her anger issues, her home getting concurred, loosing her friends, venomous snakes, possessed creatures, dark mimics. spiders, The deepest depths of the Ocean, Slender Man, Siren Head.

Secrets: A big softie just doesn’t want many who meet her to realize it.

IQ: Was never formally tested, but she may not be as intellectually gifted as the other Luz’s There’s a big jock mentally mindset to her as a whole.

Eating Habits: Ravenous Appetite, no matter how much she eats she’s always asking for more. She can put some food away if someone has something they’re saving it’s too late she’s already gotten to it.

Food Preferences: She enjoys Hot Wings they are her most favorite food besides Pizza coming around at a close second She likes a lot of junk food candy, cookies, chips of all kinds. On occasion she will eat something green though like some lettuce with taco meat or a green pepper. She’ll eat it all everything under the sun and even be adventurous eating a wide margin of other foods. She almost always has hot sauce on her there isn’t a single kind of meal she doesn’t love covered in the hot stuff.

Sleeping Habits: She sleeps well, for the most part, when she isn’t attempting to be a night owl she falls asleep relatively quick, even rivaling some of the younger Luz’s with how early she can fall asleep. It’s likely she has sleep apnea as she has tendency to snore so very loud and wakes up during the night in cold sweat, when she stops breathing from night terrors. She will oversleep until almost 2:00 in the afternoon if not monitored.

Book Preferences: She’s not a big egg-head book reader like the rest of the squad is the most Bad Boy read in school was “Animal Farm”, and The “Lord of the Flies”, in high school two books that peaked her interest a little bit. She also enjoys listening to Cottage read some horror books it’s the most she’ll really listen rather than use her eyes to read, in fact, one would say she struggles to read efficiently.

Music Preferences: Hip Hop, Rap, Dubstep, 80′s music, The Weekend, Various artists.

Leader or Follower: She likes to be the boss, but will occasionally follow if she doesn’t have to do much.

Planner or Spontaneous: Spontaneous! All of her ideas are never planned out she definitely does not look before she leaps. Her leaps are full of optimism and happy stupidity. The only time she tends to plan is when Bee holds her hand and forces her to take a step back.

Journal: Nope

Hobbies: Dancing, listening to music, training, watching videos / shows, exercising, roasting members of the Luz squad, doing dangerous stunts, skateboarding, basketball, baseball, (more so the batting range) Surfing (Prior), Deep woods exploring, practicing her magic, teaching her familiars, (Saturn and Bunga) Listening to music, Swooning Bee, Video games, Baking Pizza, Breakdancing, Beat Boxing, Collecting Hats, Serenading, Dancing, Snuggling King.

How Do They Relax: By listening to some calming beats privately, counting to 10, or at any point stroked by Bee she curls and becomes softer.

What Excites Them: Competitions, Wild magic, Magical Creatures, Parkour, Plane Crash videos, Unus Annus, Dogs! Kitties, Being in charge, Buffalo sauce, Food!, Flirting,

What Stresses Them: Bossy individuals, Strict Parents, Rude people, Being inside the Emperor Castle, Being the butt of the joke, Tests, Explosives. Needles.

Pet Peeves: Vegan food, Whining, losing games, Being accused of being a perv, mocking, people stealing her hat, Lucky sending her cursed images.

Prejudices: high horse, pretends not to be a trouble maker to stay in good graces, struggling to not be hostile towards her doppelgängers,

Attitudes: Closed off, Laid back, Aggressive, or chill and cool depending on who you are. Bad Boy appears to be the “scary” anger issues Luz that is liable to explode at any moment and when she does her face and ears can get as red as Bee’s. You’re either in good graces with her or your not, she’s not always easy to approach unless you have a good sense of humor than she cracks up with you about stupid jokes.

Obsessions: Her shoes and hats, her favorite music, lids, BEE

Addictions: Does addiction to sugary cereal count? because oh my god-!!

Ambitions: Defeat Belos in her timeline, find a way to get adopted as a sibling by Cottage Core, Have her own identity outside of Cottage and the Luz squad. Become a powerful witch, Make her mom proud.

ASTROLOGY / PHISIOLOGY

Birth Date: November 26, 2005.

Sign: Sagittarius

Traits Associated with Western Sign: loyal, smart, assertive, and compassionate personality

Chinese Zodiac Sign: The rooster

Traits Associated with Chinese Sign: active, amusing, and popular within a crowd. Roosters are talkative, outspoken, frank, open, honest, and loyal individuals. They like to be the center of attention and always appear attractive and beautiful.

Handwriting: It’s okay…; fairly sloppy.

Sexual History: N/A.

General Health: She takes pretty good care of herself as far as hygiene and having a good confident attitude. experiencing some struggles with her adhd, bad posture leaves her with some back pain.

Mental Disabilities: PTSD, ADHD, depression,

Allergies: Seasonal.

OBJECTS KEPT IN

Purse / Bag: Wallet, towel, water bottle, Treehouse keys key chain,

Wallet: Photo ID, Gold, Cash, rings, Brass knuckle,

Fridge: Chalked full of between meal and frozen pizza.

Medicine Cabinet: Bandages, Healing Potions, Icey-hot muscle rub,

Glove Compartment: Parking tickets, Trespassing tickets, concert tickets.

Junk Drawer: fidget spinners, gum, pens, sharpies, stress balls.

Backpack: Hats, Snacks, Mints, hair gel, Extra clothes, socks, pepper spray, hand sanitizer, suntan lotion, hair brush

Desk: Doodles, Paper Airplanes, Crumpled up Paper.

Clothes Pockets: Phone, Hot Sauce packets, hand warmers, stress ball.

OTHER

Halloween Costumes: A zombie, the cementary is hiring.

Talents: break dancing, beat boxing, fighting in close quarters, self defense, making Luz squad question their sanity, making jokes, flipping her hat. being annoying.

Politics: Nah.

Flaws: stand offish, moody, blunt and direct, vain, doesn’t like to be on the losing side indecisive, selfish,

Strengths: Her optimism, strong sense of personal integrity, avoiding the status quo, free spirited, confidence level, good sense of humor.

Drugs / Alcohol: N/A. No who invited?

Passwords: The most random shit.

Prized Possessions: Her hat passed down by her oldest cousin, her unus annus sweatshirt, a small wolf plushy named Akela

Time and Place: Currently, at the Treehouse interviewing new members of the Luz squad. She just got back from a trip and she has jet lag.

Special Places: The treehouse, her original house, The owl house, the forest where she goes to meet Blushy, The cliff by the Grom tree, the beach.

Special Memories: Meeting Eda and King then running into Cottage and Bee, Becoming friends with Cottage Core learning magic from them, Teasing Belos and Hunter with Cottage Core, Dancing with Bee at her Grom, becoming a polyamorous couple with Bee and Cottage. Being accepted into the Luz Squad.

Tagged by: Stole it from @witchesborn

Tagging: You, if you want to do it.

#hcs #the bad boy #;Bad Boy #long post #info dump #about b.boy

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bubble-booty-cuties · 3 years

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Futaba’s Learning Experience~

This is a huge collaboration with my great friend BermudaStuff~!! You can find all of their amazing work on twitter right here, and I’ll attach the whole link too~! On their end they doodled a super amazing Futaba, and I got a little carried away with the story~!! Seriously, you better check out their twitter, they’re amazing, and I get to cheat and see some of their stuff early~!

Some seriously amazing Futaba that this story is based off of~! Outfit and all~! She looks amazing~!!

Made by BermudaStuff, and the link to their twitter: https://twitter.com/BermudaStuff?s=20

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Futaba sipped on her surprisingly tasty drink as the man across from her talked about a shared interest over the heavy music playing throughout the building, the sweet liquid burning nicely as it slipped down her throat and heated her core in a way she’d never felt before, making her muscles loose and her stress fade away, even if she had to be a little discreet with who saw her drinking it.

Futaba was way out of her element, deep in a dungeon with no support, no healing items, and what felt like beginner’s armor. She had met the man sat across from her online, in a small attempt to make more friends like she’d promised, and, well, they’d definitely hit it off, and after a long time, he finally convinced her to meet him in public. She was nervous, and she could feel her heart pounding the moment she got to the club, with so many people around she felt a little overwhelmed, but she had to do this, she made a promise.

Ann and Haru were nice enough to give her advice, and even take her shopping for a new outfit, though she wasn’t quite sure about their judgement anymore due to what they picked for her. Not that any of it mattered now, there wasn’t any checkpoints nearby here, and she could only keep moving forward.

“You look a little warm, Futaba, are you okay?” The man said over the music, though not too loud. They were tucked nicely away in their own little corner, in a booth that helped Futaba feel less surrounded, though she had to admit that was seeming less and less important by the sip of her drink, the warmth filling her body filling her with a sense of confidence she’d only felt a few times. It was nice, to say the least. “Maybe you should take off your jacket! It’s a little hot in here as it is!”

“M-Maybe..” Futaba gently toyed with the zipper on her chest, wondering if she should just take it off for a bit to cool off, the idea not bothering her nearly as much as she thought it would given her outfit underneath. Her white shirt hung off her shoulders in a comfy, floaty way that was meant to keep her cool while she danced in a club like this, the fabric tied off in a knot at the bottom to hug above her midsection and show off her smooth and thin waist and tummy.

Just under her small shirt was a pair of the smallest little jean shorts she’d ever worn, the thin fabric riding up between her, admittedly, plump cheeks like it was just a thong , completely disappearing between her creamy, hungry globes so her ass was permanently on display for as long as she wore those frayed shorts. When Ann had bought them for her, she was so embarrassed she felt like she could explode. Now? She didn’t mind too much, and even thought she looked good in them. Maybe she had finally leveled up! The only thing was that the shirt Ann bought her said something across the chest, and she didn’t speak or read english, so she had no idea what it said. Ann got a giggle from it though.

She felt like there was a secret debuff attached to these clothes, she just couldn’t figure out what..

She wondered if she could ask what it said from Adam, the man sat across from her. He was a foreigner after all, even if he spoke really good Japanese. He could probably tell her what it said.

“A-Adam, can you tell me what-” Just as Futaba pulled the zipper down passed her chest she heard another man’s voice yell from the side of the booth. Looking out towards the muffled voice she saw what looked like a group of men just as large, if not larger then her new friend, and they seemed to know Adam as well. Futaba just sat their sipping her drink while they said their greetings, in english, so she couldn’t tell what they were saying until Adam came back and scooted into the booth on her side, pushing her deeper into the half circle couch while his friends slid in through the other side.

“I hope you don’t mind if my friends sit here for a bit, Futaba! They won’t be here long!” He spoke over the music as another much larger man slid in closer to Futaba’s other side, effectively surrounding her on both sides while he introduced his friends. “ ...And that’s Danny! They’re cool guys! Sorry, I know we were having fun talking by ourselves!”

Futaba was small compared to most people, but these guys were big, foreigners usually were, so she couldn’t help but feel a little bit smaller then normal practically squished on both sides by two large, admittedly handsome men. Handsome? Well, they were, they all were, all.. 6 of them. She just didn’t expect to be so comfortable with the idea of finding all the guys around her pretty good looking.

“U-Um, it’s okay, I don’t mind!” She knew she should have minded, the little voice in the back of her head saying she should be embarrassed and feeling like she wanted to run, but her anxiety was currently drowning in her fifth glass of bright pink strawberry courage. “I-It’s nice to meet you all!”

Some words and greeting were passed around, some she missed, some in broken Japanese, but she got the gist of it, and soon the guys around her were joking around and laughing while she enjoyed her drink and began absentmindedly pulling her zipper down lower till her jacket just hung around her shoulders, still heating her up.

“See, there you go! You should really take that off, I bet it’s even worse with you in the middle of us all!” Adam spoke, pulling at his own button down collar, showing his own slight discomfort at the heat.

“O-Oh, yeah! Actually, do you mind telling me what this says? My friend bought me this shirt but my english skill is totally trash!” With a little nod, she took the leap and pulled her jacket over her bare shoulders and put it to the side, letting the cooler air hit her skin and showing off her slightly lewd outfit off to the men at the table.

Just about every set of eyes there went down to her chest to read what her shirt said, and while a few laughed, a few grinned, and she could feel her own insecurities tell her Ann had pulled a prank on her. Well, that was until stopped his chuckling with a little dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, it basically just says ‘cute!’” The man did his best to wave away her worries, even as some of his friends said in english how much fun they were going to have. While she definitely was cute, her shirt said ‘Slut’, not ‘cute’.

“Oh, awesome!” See Futaba, you were worried for nothing! Guess that secret debuff was a secret buff all along! She’d have to thank Ann for the shirt later! ...After a few more of these yummy strawberry drinks~

“Your outfit really does look good on you, Futaba-Chan!” Said the large man to her left, his face was friendly, and she’d obviously just been introduced, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name.. But she still lit up at the compliment, her hunger for praise made even worse by the warmth flowing through her body, and the pleasant buzz in the back of her neck.

“Th-Thanks, my friends picked it out for me!” Futaba blushed and squirmed in her seat as the other men all said their own compliments, from praising how pretty her hair was, to how cute her glasses were, and a few more for her clothes. “Guess these give some stat buffs to my charisma!”

With a cute little blush, Futaba scratched the back of her head with a smile, eyes closed and basking in the compliments. Then suddenly she gave a cute little squeak of surprise and a jump when she felt a large, calloused hand grab just above her right knee, squeezing gently and sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-”

“N-No, it’s okay! I don’t mind!” Futaba blushed even harder, but she had to admit she liked the feeling of his hand on her tingly skin, the contact sending a rush of warmth to her chest and head that was only made worse by the fun buzz. She knew she usually would have been going crazy with anxiety, but she actually kinda wanted him to keep his hand there.. Besides, friends could touch each other, right? She wanted to make more friends! She promised! “Y-You can keep your hand there!”

With a smile, he kept his hand there and continued his conversation with a friend, his fingers gently messaging her leg into his palm while Futaba gently shivered at the contact.

The small get together continued as if Futaba wasn’t shivering and gasping as her new friend gently massaged her leg, his hand gently sneaking up her leg until he was grabbing and groping her meaty thigh without even looking. Then, she felt another hand on her other thigh, looking to her left she saw the other man grabbing her thigh and squeezing it, smirking down at her while his other arm went around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side, filling her senses with his masculine scent, and making her spread her legs instinctively as she felt the two large hands play with her thicc, juicy thighs.

“So Futaba, you don’t seem the type to come to clubs often,” He said, getting in close to her ear while his hand hovered even closer to her core then Adam’s, clearly less reserved about groping her then his friend. “What changed your mind?”

“I-I come to clubs sometimes- Well with friends I do! We, uh, we dance a lot, so we kinda need places with music y’know?” The little redhead kinda wiggled and shuffled in place, looking shyly to the side while slightly spreading her legs even more, actually enjoying the close contact quite a bit.

“Oh wow, you didn’t mention that!” Said Adam, getting in closer on her other side, slipping his hand up her side and to her lower back. “You must be real popular when you’re out there dancing, huh?”

“I-I guess, um, m-my friend Ann is usually better at-Ah~” With a little gasp, Futaba bit her lip and threw her head to the side, trying to hold onto her sanity as she felt the man to her right slip his hand down and grab a nice, rough, firm handful of her extra meaty and jiggly ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh while he began mauling and rolling the flesh around his palm, all while the man on her left began rubbing the side of his hand firmly against the front of her shorts while grabbing her thigh, his other hand around her shoulders gently grabbing her small breast.

It felt.. Good~ Really, good~ Better then when she touched herself, and she’d done that a lot.. What, she stayed in all day, she was bound to start watching porn! She just didn’t expect to be into the really extreme stuff.. Stuff like what was happening now, stuff that was sending her burning core into an inferno that made her bite her knuckle and spread her legs for the two men to have easier access.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself~ With a body like this, I bet there isn’t a guy there who can keep their eyes off you~” The words were whispered into Futaba’s ear before the man to her left pressed his hand completely between her thighs, grabbing at her sensitive lower lips through her clothes and making her throat her head back in a small squeak.

“Yeah, why don’t you show us what kind of dances you know~? You don’t need to go far, just right here~” Futaba was losing her composure, and she even jumped in surprise when she felt the man on her left begin kissing and sucking her her neck, leading marks down her shoulder until he bit her gently enough to leave a mark, and making her press her crotch against his hand further.

“I-I don’t-Aaah~!” Futaba couldn’t think straight, her head was all fuzzy, her body was hot and needy, she could barely tell herself she needed to stop, let alone the two men filling her body and mind with pleasure so warm she felt like her mind was going numb. It was hot, her body was hot, her brain was hot, everything was so wonderfully warm she couldn’t even think straight.

“I-I need-Mmh~!” Futaba didn’t even know what she was going to say before Adam turned her head towards him and pressed his mouth against her, making her melt in pleasure before she suddenly shot up in shock and lightning pleasure. The stud to her left undid the front of her shorts and slipped his hand down her panties, gently toying with her leaking wet little cunt before pushing to fingers in, and she could feel every single second of his hand’s adventure into her inner folds.

She tried to hold onto anything, grabbing at the two men having their way with her body, but she didn’t want them to stop, she desperately didn’t want them to stop~ She felt like she was on cloud nine, she loved every second of the attention, of the feeling of being so small compared to the two massive men playing with her body. She felt one grab her wrist and lead her hand down to something warm, something throbbing and massive, and she only realized after grabbing it through his clothes that it was Adam’s massive cock. She was shocked, it was so huge, like a baseball bat, though it was probably just the warm haze over her mind that made her wonder if it’d even fit~

It was only then she remembered the other four men staring at her little show, and she couldn’t help but get even more excited at the thought of being watched. It was all so new, all too much for her to handle, and it didn’t help how the man to her left began finger fucking her little pussy, hard. She felt like she could have squirted in her shorts if she wasn’t suddenly feeling empty from Adam lifting her up and plopping her thicc, jiggly ass in his lap.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, we’re interested in what kind of dancing you’re good at,” He whispered, grabbing her by the hips and grinding up against her, his massive, throbbing cock sitting comfortably in the warm, plush valley of her plump bubble booty. “Just relax and have fun~”

Futaba just wanted to keep feeling good, she wanted to keep feeling warm, and honestly she wanted to keep feeling drop dead gorgeous from all the attention she was getting from them~ She wondered if this is how Ann felt all the time, and that it was no wonder she dressed the way she did and was a model, she felt amazing~

With a shy, lip biting smile, the adorable little redhead nodded her head, grabbed the edge of the table, and began doing what she’d seen hundreds of times before, slowly grinding and bouncing her hips against the rock hard cock lodged firmly between her cheeks, rubbing and squishing his cock with her meaty ass through his clothes, with her twin, creamy smooth, pale globes of ass rippling and wobbling like a sweet sweet cake for the man’s enjoyment.

Some of the men laughed, so whistled and catcalled, and she just smiled and blushed while looking over her shoulder at her own, tiny booty shorts covered ass sat against the bulge between her cheeks, slowly dancing with the music before she felt Adam give her a nice, solid smack across her ass, making her go a little faster on instinct. It felt so good, better then she thought it would, she honestly wanted him to do it again, to smack her ass a little harder~ She thought it would hurt, and it stung a little, but it felt so hot, so wrong in the best way~!

“Come on, you can go faster then that! Shake that ass!”

Lifting her ass more, Futaba began dancing the way An taught her in private, bouncing her ass up and down to the beat of the music, her massive cheeks jiggling with every single twerk of her wide hips till her velvety smooth mounds of ass were bouncing apart before meeting together, very lightly clapping together as she picked up the pace of her lap dance, twerking and jiggling her ass back for the man and the man sat next to him.

Futaba loved this feeling, the feeling of being the center of attention while twerking her ass, she loved the way Adam once again smacked her fat ass just to watch it jiggle, she loved knowing that monster in his pants was throbbing for her~!

She didn’t even mind that the stud on her left who she still couldn’t remember the name of smacked her ass as well, pulling out his phone and recording her twerking lapdance for his friend. She just felt so good~!

Next thing Futaba knew she was pulled out of the booth, the lights shining and the people dancing as she was dragged across the room and to the dancefloor, one arm each being pulled by two large and handsome studs she could barely remember were at her table, and she could look to her right to see that it was Adam smacking and groping her ass as she walked with them to it. Each step made her cheeks jiggle, her hips sway side to side, and she could feel the breeze across her practically naked ass as the fabric of her jean shorts rode up between her globes like a thong, and she suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her waist and pull her back against one of the men, the music playing, her ass and tits getting mauled, groped, and spanked.

It was almost a sensory overload, but she just wanted to keep dancing, keep feeling those hands on her body~! Bending at the waist, Futaba began throwing her ass back in a circle for the man pressing his crotch against her, twerking her ass to the beat of the music and losing herself to the sound, feeling her cock throb between her cheeks while she was groped and spanked from him and his friends.

She didn’t even mind being passed around by them, each one groping and playing with her body while she was passed to them for her to twerk her jiggly nerd ass on, each one bigger then the last, and she just enjoyed the feeling of their hands, and the occasional bite on her neck or shoulder, or even having a tongue shoved into her mouth~!

She just twerked her ass like.. like a slut~ She just twerked her fat, jiggly ass like a naughty slut for any guy who wanted her ass against his dick~ Her creamy cheeks rippled, wobbled, bounced, and clapped like she was just a stripper shaking it for some easy cash, but instead she just wanted to~!

Futaba was just clapping her ass on two studs at once, both pressing against one side of her ass while she threw it back when suddenly she was pulled towards the stud from earlier, the one on her left, and she felt something massive, hot, and moist slap down meatily between her cheeks, making her stop for a second, look back, and see his giant, throbbing, precum leaking cock snuggle it’s way between her cheeks for a nice warm hotdogging before she was smacked across the ass to make her keep shaking, and while she was burning red, knowing she could be caught any second, she did~ Twerking and jerking the man off with nothing but her fat, jiggly ass cheeks while he started humping and fucking her asscheeks, Futaba knew she wasn’t being herself, but she was just so warm and gooey inside, and she could barely remember her own name, she couldn’t help it~

Her massive bubble booty jiggled like jello around that throbbing cock, milking him with every move of her hips on the crowded dancefloor, making her feel like the naughtiest little whore in the building, her pale globes clapping together around that fat dick while it leaked pre between them, lubing up his own assjob while the tiny redheaded cutie continued dancing the night away~ She could see his grit teeth too, knowing she was probably making him feel so good he was about to cum, maybe, she didn’t know, but just as she was about to try even harder to make that happen she was once again grabbed by the arms and pulled deeper into the club.

On either side of her were Adam and his friends, still grabbing, still toying, but there was a different air now, a different look on their faces as she was dragged along and made out with, until she was brought to the men’s room door that the group of massive handsome men practically kicked down, the bright white light burning her eyes for all but a few seconds before she was thrown into one of the small, empty stalls, sweat dripping down her thicc, curvy body as she dropped to her knees on the dingy tiled floor, adjusting her glasses while pushing loose hair from her face.

“Wh-What’s going o-” The small redhead was abruptly cut off as the grinning men all filed into the small, hot, now steamy stall, surrounding her while she sat on her knees, leaving her at the perfect crotch height for them to look down and grin at, laughing and rubbing their cocks through their clothes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we just loved your dancing so much, we decided we needed a more private show! You can help out a few friends, right?” One of them said, she wasn’t sure which, her head was spinning, her face red, feeling so tiny and helpless in the best way possible, right up until they all started undoing their pants and fishing out their fat, sweaty, steaming hot, musky, hairy cocks and sacks, inches from her face in that tiny stall~ They laughed at her shocked expression, mouth agape and wide eyed at the 6 fat, throbbing, musky monsters, all steel hard and standing huge in front of her face, surrounding her head and filling her head with nothing but the raw, masculine smell of sweaty, steamy cocks and sacks she’d been twerking on all night~

She couldn’t even answer before the first cock was smushed against her pretty face, steaming and smudging her glasses as the sweaty, wrist thick fuckstick began thrusting and grinding against her cheek and face, the sweaty, hairy nuts of one stud pushing against her mouth and under her nose, then one against the other side of her face, and the next under her chin, another across her forehead and eyes, then one right against her lips, until she was drowning in sweaty, throbbing, musky bitchbreakers~! Futaba couldn’t breath without nearly passing out from the delicious scent filling her head, making her mind spin and swim in a sea of butterflies.. Pretty words to describe how the hairy nuts pressing under her nose made her leak like a fucking nasty slut~!

She couldn’t stop herself from huffing those cocks and nuts, rubbing her own face against all of them, glasses fogged, eyes rolled up, knuckle deep in her own squirting cunt before finally opening her pretty little cock pillow lips and sucking in one of those sweaty sets, slurping and swirling those hairy nuts around in her mouth like she was born to wash them, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her shirt in a slippery mess before she opened her mouth, let them go, and went for the next pair of even sweatier, muskier nuts, the salty taste making her mind fade for a second before she slurped so loud she was sure the people outside the restroom could hear it.

She couldn’t think of anything else but those sweaty nuts filling her head, not her friends, not the Phantom Thieves, and not even her anime she forgot to record, it was just pure, hungry, slutty, cock crazy whorishness~! And with one more set of nuts slurped and cleaned, stray pubes left behind on her glossy, plump lips and cheek, she just rolled her tongue out and began licking and lapping at any fat set of nuts pressed under her nose to huff and clean, tips of cocks slipping inside briefly to fuck her little mouth a bit before being replaced, precum and sweat flavoring her tongue before one cock finally slammed into her mouth and into the back of her throat, making her gag and choke loudly and lewdly while other cocks ground against her face and glasses. Whoever was in her throat didn’t care she’d never sucked cock before, and just wanted to get balls deep, slamming against the back of her throat before it gave way, slamming in nuts deep, slapping his sack against her chin and burying her cute little nose in his curly pubes before beginning his brutal fucking of her tight, virgin little fucksleeve throat~!

Futaba couldn’t breath half the time, and the other half was filled with sweaty, musky nuts~! He just fucked and fucked her throat until she was seeing stars, and just used it like a stress fucktoy, growling and taking out his frustrations as she drowned in all the other cocks fucking against her face~! And just as he yanked out, it was replaced just as quick, once more, even bigger, fucking her throat and forcing her nose in a mess of pubes~! Futaba couldn’t remember what day it was if you asked, just that she was a nasty, slutty little cock sucker, if the name calling and laughing of the men was anything to go by~!

And there she sat, getting throat fucked and used by every single man who wanted to try and swab her throat with his sweaty fuckstick, until finally she was grabbed by the hair and lifted up from her knees, her world still spinning and shifting as saliva dripped onto her shirt more and more, and just as she spied the grinning face of Adam, she was shoved face first against the wall, bent at the waist with her fat, jiggly, meaty fucking ass facing the men as one, she wasn’t sure who, smacked her ass, grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her tiny little booty shorts to the side along with her thong, revealing her tiny little pink virgin pucker to his fat, throbbing cock.

Futaba’s back arched a bit, raising her fat ass and standing on her toes as if begging subconsciously for that fat cock to rearrange her insides to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! For her to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! And before she knew it the man pressed his bulbous tip against her clenching little asshole, pushing and forcing it in roughly, the tip much too big, her asshole much too tiny, but he didn’t care, he just yanked her hair like a bitch handle, smacked her ass, and slammed in hard~!

“AAAAaaaaaahhhhh~!!!!” Futaba squealed in pleasure and pain at the feeling of being filled and fucked by a real cock for the first time, having always been an anal whore, she always used toys on her backdoor, but his cock was so massive, so rough and hot, she felt like she was losing her mind from one thrust~! And just as quick as he slammed in, he did it again, and again, not caring in the slightest people could hear the little nerdy bitch’s screams and squeals outside the door as he anally brutalized her balls deep, slamming in as hard and fast as he wanted to for her first time, slamming in so hard her fat ass clapped against his hips like a drum, rippling like waves as those weighty, bouncy globes squished and hugged around the base of his cock so lewdly~!

Futaba didn’t know what happened, she was supposed to be the shy nerd locked in her room, not the squealing and screaming buttslut getting fucked and used by 6 men in the public bathroom~! She moaned, and squirted, and came like a nasty slut, and she felt like one too, her entire body and view rocking and jumping back and forth as she was used and abused by a man she didn’t even know the name of~! She was so fucking full, and that fat cock hurt so good, so hot, so big~!!

“You love that don’t you stupid bitch!!” Was all she heard, growling and grunting as the entire stall wall banged and shook from how hard she was getting fucked into it, sounding like an earthquake was going off instead of a tiny redheaded nerd getting absolutely anally fucked.

“Y-YESSSS~!!! I LOVE IT~!! M-MOREE, PLEASEEEE~!!!” Futaba didn’t even remember squealing that as the man pulled her hair like a handle and slammed in balls deep one last time, busting his fat, gooey, steaming hot nut up inside her asshole, shooting jet after jet inside before yanking out and letting her fall to the floor on her knees, leaning against the wall while on all fours, asshole leaking cum.

Futaba was panting, her legs were weak and shaking, and she felt drained beyond belief, like she was about to have one of her battery drained episodes again, and just as she was about to get up, she was once again grabbed by the hair and dragged to the toilet in the stall, thrown onto it, with her ass raised up, and her chest pressed against the water tank, right before she felt another smack against her ass and felt an even bigger cock pressed against her sore, leaky little hole.

“We’re not done with you yet fucking slut!!”

“AAAAAAaaaAAAAHHHHH~!!!” Futaba felt an even thicker, bigger, harder cock slam into her asshole with the strength of a freight train, must have been one of the larger guys, cause she felt like his cock was slipping her in half~!! Every thrust rocked her body against the toilet and sent her ass clapping and wobbling around his cock, his angle had his feet planted, slamming and jackhammering his cock down and into her asshole so hard she was seeing stars right from the start~!!

She couldn’t even keep her head up from the complete and brutal anal wrecking she was getting, squirting with every thrust from the monster of a man ruining her asshole like he owned her~!! And just as she was losing herself she felt the man grab the sides of her mouth, fishhooking it open and doubling his fucking anal pounding if it was even possible, tears of pleasure and pain pouring down her beautiful cheeks while he played with her lips and tongue for fun, nuts slapping her ass while she heard and saw camera flashes from behind her.

“Say it!! Say you want this fucking cum you stupid little slut!!” The man angrily slammed his cock in over and over like he wanted her to fucking pass out, so hard the entire toilet was shaking and rattling.

“I WANTSH YOU CUM SHIR~!!! PLEASH GIVE ME YOU CUM~!!!” Futaba just wanted that thick, warm, bubbly gooey feeling in her asshole, it felt so good after being used like a fucking slut, so hard and fast by the man above her she was crying, eyes rolled up in pleasure, tongue hanging out before he finally slammed nuts deep and blew his load, panting her asshole even whiter then it already was before yanking his cock out and giving her another slap across her fat ass for the hell of it.

Futaba was so far gone, she couldn’t even answer a question she couldn’t hear from one of the laughing men behind her, flashes and cameras going off while someone spread her asscheeks wide, cum leaking out of her gaping hole and onto the floor in a small puddle.

She was too limp to fight someone flipping her over onto her back on the toilet, not that she would have mind you, but she felt her legs get lifted up and someone bite her thicc, juicy thigh hard enough to leave a mark before she felt him slide up between her legs, and felt him fold her in half, her knees against her shoulders.

She wasn’t ready to feel the biggest cock of the bunch press against her gaping hole from above, the man’s massive, muscular body hovering above hers before suddenly, roughly, brutally slamming nuts deep in one single go, her eyes shooting wide as she was suddenly and roughly put in the hardest mating press she’d even seen, let alone feel.

“HNNNNNNNGGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII~!!!” Her voice was horse and scratchy from all the screaming and squealing, but she couldn’t not scream from being split open by a wrist thick fucking pillar of meat reaching so far in her asshole she could barely breath~!! It fucking felt so good~!! She was sore, it stung, it burned, it felt so good she was squealing louder then ever before as the man piledrived his cock in like a steam piston, so hard she could barely believe she was awake~!! Each thrust was so hard she could only stretch her toes out, clenching her little asshole tight and holding onto him to keep her sanity~!!

He was silent, but growling, using her like a fucking little doll while he picked up the pace, faster, and faster, and faster until his hips were like a blur, at least to her, and she could hear her own asscheeks clapping against his nuts~!! He was like a wild fucking animal, and Futaba let the drool and tears flow~!! She must have looked like such a fucking whore, gaping and being fucked in the men’s bathroom, dressed like a dirty little slut~!!

“PLEASH~!!! DADDY~!! FUCKK MY BUTTHOLE DADDY~!!!” She didn’t even realize what she was saying until he fucked her as hard as he possibly could, his muscles straining as he slammed down balls deep so hard and fast he was groaning and yelling his own profanities, hugging her close while his massive, steel hard cock fit her to his perfect shape. Until finally, he too slammed balls deep inside her asshole and dumped his load in their new, cute little cumdumpster.

“HNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHGGGGYYYYYYEEEEESSS~!!!” Was all the little redhead could say as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in as deep as he could go, filling her to the brim with so much cum it squirted out around his cock and onto his nuts, just for him to yank out his cock and shoot lines of smelly, stringy nut from her asshole all the way up to her face and across her hanging tongue and glasses.

Futaba let her legs fall down, as she was damn near unconscious, more camera flashes and laughing came around her as she was slipping into a dark, lovely void..

Just for another man to grab her and pick her up, hooking his arms under her legs for a full anal nelson..

Futaba knew she should have brought a Goho.M..

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 4 years

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Something to Uplift Us

Ao3, MasterPost

Relationships: Romantic DLAMPR (Roman-centric, kinda Remus-centric), platonic Creativitwins!!!

Do I like this??? Meh. Is it something that I wrote? Yes. I will heal myself from SVS-R with Fluff.

Warnings: Remus Typical Nonsense, swearing, mentions of being in Quarantine, all sympathetic sides, non-sexual Pole Dancing

Word Count: 2,667

Roman was the essence of romance and it showed. For his entire existence, he'd been well acquainted with the hypothetical. If he were his own person, if he had a prince of his own, if he had the chance at a romantic relationship, he knew what he would do. Roman knew relationships, he always had, and it had tortured him to know that he'd never have one.

Which was why it frustrated him to no end that he hadn’t been the one to ask out his fellow sides. He’d honestly never thought that it would be an option. When he first developed his feelings for the others- Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, in that order- he had felt nothing more than excitement. He was giddy, he was light-headed, just to know that he could feel that way. He would spend hours daydreaming, just musing over the way they made his heart stop, but he never hoped for anything to come of it. He wasn’t sad, or mournful, or pining per se- just so caught up in the joy of feelings that he forgot that he could do something with them.

So he thought about it a lot, suffice to say. And all he had now was time to think; it was nearly month three of quarantine. Roman had wrung his brain out like a sponge for anything new to think about- The Imagination was practically turning gray! He tried to tend to it, truly he did, but it was getting harder every day. Creativity's fellow sides had all busied themselves taking up new hobbies- Virgil was teaching Patton to draw, Janus had learnt embroidery, Logan took up knitting, Remus made trash sculptures… They all seemed to be having their own little renaissance (complete with plague), and what was Roman doing? Wasting valuable free time!

In a fit of desperation, the artistic trait dived under his large canopy bed, rummaging around until his hand caught on the lip of a cardboard box. With no small amount of effort, he pulled the enormous container out from under his bed so that it could be properly examined. There, piled high in the box, were dozens of notebooks and sketchbooks- all of which filled to the brim with writing, drawings, and poetry. Having no clue what he was specifically looking for, Roman upended the box and watched the contents crash to the floor. Something in here would surely spark his mind! Perhaps some old work would catch his eye and inspire some redraws!

The side hadn't needed to search for long. Right at the top of the pile- bright pink, its cover dotted with puffy heart stickers- sat a large, spiral-bound sketchbook. You could almost see the light bulb pop up over Roman’s head as he squealed and snatched up the sketchbook. Flopping down onto his bed, he flipped it open in one hand and placed the other against his chest.

“Ooh, some of my best,” he cooed to no one in particular, gaze turned to the dozens of love poems surrounded by little doodles of hearts that filled the pages. This was the journal he’d confided in before the sides had all officially begun their relationship, filled with flowery prose about anything from Janus’ scales to Patton’s smile; from Logan’s laugh to Virgil’s freckles (a rare sight, usually hidden by make-up). Roman was so lost in nostalgia that when the ideas hit him, he nearly fell out of bed in excitement at his own thoughts.

Of course! He could take all of these old writings and compose them together, into one eloquent amalgam that would illustrate perfectly all those things that he’d been unable to articulate in the beginning! And it seemed only fitting that such a soliloquy be delivered in The Imagination- in the most gorgeous scenario he could fabricate! Somewhere open to a starry sky, for his left-brained loves- but it had to have ornate architecture, of course, and it had to be cozy. Oh, it was all coming together now.

Roman leapt out of bed, posing with his hand above his head and sinking deeper into The Mindscape extravagantly. He didn’t waste time looking around at the depressing half-formed scenery, sweeping his arms up and erasing the entirety of his half of The Imagination. Time to get to work.

Remus was stretched across the Commons couch, his head in Janus’ lap and feet in Logan’s. The TV hummed with whatever show they’d thrown on as background noise, and a few feet away at the counter, Patton and Virgil were hovering over some sort of scrapbook. Nobody had the energy for conversation; nobody had the energy for anything.

It was magnificently boring. The Duke already filled up an entire sketchbook, written half a dozen shamelessly smutty self-insert fanfictions, constructed and subsequently destroyed eldritch beings in his room, and bothered his boyfriends. So, all that was left to do was doze.

It didn’t help Remus’ tired state that Janus was running his fingers through his hair. The monotonous waking world was finally slipping away. Maybe there was something buried in his dreams that could hold his attention.

But just before sleep took hold, a white-hot energy ran through the trait’s body, jolting him so suddenly that he tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor. His arms and legs were all pins-and-needles as he looked up at his very concerned partners.

“There’s fuckery afoot!” Remus announced, wide-eyed. He pulled himself up and grinned, “You guys stay here!”

Without so much as a good-bye, Remus threw himself into the ground, saving himself the time of sinking out properly. After a moment’s silence, Janus resumed working on his embroidery.

“Should we go see what that was about?” Patton asked tentatively.

“Meh,” the three other sides responded in unison. After a moment, Janus added, “It is Remus, after all.”

Roman’s structure was coming together beautifully! Wide marble columns rose up and held aloft the glimmering silver ceiling, the middle of which was a sky-light open to thousands of stars and a brilliant full moon. Surrounding the opening was a spiral of stone roof- through the gaps of which even more astronomically accurate stars shone!

The inside of the building consisted of an immense mahogany stage, currently cloaked by thick velvet curtains and overlooking plenty of seats. Rather than traditional theater rows, Roman had arranged the seating like lovely cafe tables, all of which were given generous space from each other (Except for two at the very front, of course). Lanterns hung from the walls, casting the space in warm lighting. Creativity currently stood at the very back, thinking that it could use just a little more of something. With a smirk, the side snapped his fingers and the wall of the room was pushed backwards several yards. With a few more flicks of the wrist and dividing columns, a little lobby was formed.

He’d given the theater room maroon carpeting and rich gray walls, but the new back section needed brighter lighting and a more cream-canary color scheme. Now he could just finish the decor!

Or he would have, if not for the fact that at that moment someone crashed into his ribs with all the grace of a flaming motorbike.

“BRO!!!”

“ACK-!” was all Roman managed, as all the wind was knocked out of him. He glared up at his brother, who was sitting on his chest.

“I knew you were up to something! You wiped half of the whole fucking Imagination! What is this!?”

Roman wheezed, pushed Remus off of his chest, and finally pulled himself off the ground to catch his breath. His brother was spinning around the room already, eyes sparkling as he took in the building.

“I had to blank it, I needed my full focus,” Roman explained, back to work and filling the back wall with tall bookshelves, “and it’s a surprise, so don’t tell the others.”

“Oh, I won’t. Provided you let me in on whatever this is,” Remus had an ear-to-ear grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. After a moment’s consideration, Roman hummed.

“I’m doing something nice for our boyfriends. I think we all could use a little pick-me-up, so do not ruin this!”

“I wanna do something nice for them! Lemme help!”

“You don’t even know what it’s for! Plus, it’s personal!”

“I already asked what it was for, Stupid.”

Roman huffed.

“I wrote them something. Hence the stage.”

“So, what, you’re gonna bring them all into your fancy library-opera for your poetry orgy and I sit in a corner somewhere and be quiet?”

“Ideally.”

“Not a chance, Whore!” Remus swung himself up onto the concession stand that Roman had just created, tearing into a box of candy (food made in The Imagination always tasted weirder than food or ingredients they conjured elsewhere in the Mindscape, but he didn’t particularly mind).

“Fine. What do you want to do?” Roman challenged, hands on his hips.

“I. Want. To. Help.”

Roman raised his eyebrows doubtfully. Grumbling, his twin started gesturing around the room as he spoke.

“The stars are too bright, they take the focus away from the stage instead of accenting it. The color of the curtains are too similar to the carpet. You’ve got Corinthian shit in there and bookstore lobby vibes in here, which is garbage and inconsistent.”

Roman blinked, his eyes following along with Remus’ criticism.

“Hm. You have a point.”

“I’m Creativity too, you know. I have some taste.” The Duke said, gnawing on the cardboard box that had contained Imagination Candy moments before.

“You’re wearing crocs and jorts, simultaneously.”

Remus waved his hand dismissively, hopping off the counter and rushing across the room.

“Whatever. Come on, I’ve got an idea how I can accompany your performance, too.”

“Oh, goody.”

Hours had past and little had changed in the Mindscape living room- Virgil and Patton had finished up their scrapbooking and were curled up together in an armchair, so Logan was sitting at the counter space previously occupied by the two and clacking away on his laptop, and Janus hadn’t moved. The muddled energy of the room had remained pervasive.

That was, until the door to the imagination slammed open, the doorknob cracking against the wall. Four heads shot up to see Remus and Roman, standing side-by-side (quite looking the part of identical twins, matching smiles and all).

“Oh god,” Janus groaned instinctively, carefully setting his embroidery on a side table, “What did you two do?”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that look,” Virgil said.

The twins scoffed in mock-offense, continuing their odd coordination.

“We try to do something nice,” exclaimed Remus.

“And not so much as a ‘thank you,’” added Roman solemnly. Eyes were rolled, but Patton perked up considerably (just as planned).

“Ooo, what are you talking about?”

“It’s a surprise!” Said The Duke, bouncing up and down. Creativity Prime gave a sweeping motion to indicate the still-open door to the Imagination, which had been steadily seeping into the common room with a bright new energy that it had been lacking for days.

“Follow us,” he instructed, disappearing through the door once more with Remus at his back. Patton bounced after them immediately, grinning.

The three left-brained sides exchanged glances, shrugged, and followed suit.

The twins were backstage in an instant, trusting their partners to figure out where their seats were on their own. Roman began pacing around as soon as they finished warming up.

“Are you sure you can do this? I’m still not sure if your performance is well-suited to acoustic guitar-”

He was cut off by Remus groaning exaggeratedly.

“I can work with anything, bitch.”

“Right, right,” There was a beat. “You’re sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve been ready. What’s going on with you?”

Rather than responding, Roman did another lap around the stage.

“C’mon! Stop pacing before I take a bonesaw to your legs!”

“Okay! Alright! I’m ready!”

Before Remus could come up with any more gruesome threats, Roman snapped his fingers and the curtains began to rise. He took his place half-sitting on a stool up front, a guitar in his arms. Behind him, Remus stood between two sturdy metal poles that rose from the stage and into the ceiling. You can already see where this is going.

When the stage was fully revealed, the lights above the audience dimmed. Figuring that the show would be rather awkward if said audience consisted of four people, the Creativities had The Imagination render dozens of prop-people. They moved and acted like a crowd of humans, but each individual was too vague to focus on for long. Thus it was made very clear where their fellow sides were, sitting right up front with a wide array of expressions from amazed to amused to bewildered.

Roman took a moment to steel himself and then began playing. Originally, he’d planned on spoken-word for his loves, but traditionally there is music involved in pole-dancing, so he’d made a few adjustments in order for Remus to be able to contribute.

Roman started singing, melting as the gazes of the real audience members turned awestruck (and also very flushed, likely from whatever surprisingly impressive poses his brother was pulling behind him). He liked to think that he poured his heart out into every performance, but for this one it felt quite literal.

Roman’s voice picked up gradually, and he could vaguely hear metal clanging behind him. It went on like that for a good few minutes- because if there was one thing the Twins weren’t, it was brief- before the show finally concluded. Roman stalled for a moment as both the imaginary and real components of the audience applauded uproariously. Remus swung down from the pole and hopped over to him.

“We bow now, Dumbass,” he hissed, noticeably out of breath.

“Oh- right.”

They took hands and took a couple bows as the clapping died down, standing back up with wide grins and red faces.

As soon as the auditorium was relatively silent, Patton rushed the stage. He outstretched his arms and hopped up and down excitedly.

“Lemme up!”

Roman grabbed his hands and pulled him on stage while Remus was still attempting to catch his breath. Morality leaned down to give The Prince a brief kiss, and then bounced over to the much more exhausted half of the act to give him the same treatment. He was grinning so wide that it looked painful, his face a bright pink. The Duke wore a matching expression, but the smile was much more unnatural in that preferred way of his.

“So you liked it?”

Rather than verbally responding, Patton grabbed the hands of both Creativities and made a cheerful ribbiting sound.

“It was wonderful,” Logan supplied, climbing the stairs on the side of the stage to meet them, Virgil and Janus right behind him. He was much less outwardly enthusiastic as the other spectacled side, but no less appreciative.

“Yeah, did you guys put all this together today?” Virgil asked, throwing an arm around Roman’s shoulders.

“What else did we have to do?” Remus answered with a shrug.

“Good point.”

Janus cleared his throat lightly, immediately drawing everyone’s attention. His eyes were noticeably rimmed with redness, a small smile on his face as he outstretched all of his arms.

“Here, all of you, now.”

Patton cooed.

“Group hug!”

Fitting six people into one hug may seem awkward, but it always seemed to work out for the sides. At least, Roman thought so. Virgil would fake exasperation at the affection, but they could all tell he loved it. Logan would try to maintain his dignity and fail miserably. Patton was a ball of warmth and energy that seeped into the rest of them. Janus was by far the best at giving hugs, though it could be considered cheating to have extra limbs.

At that moment it hit Roman that, perhaps he hadn’t started this relationship, but he was still a part of it. And that was all he could ever want.

These Performances inspired Remus’. They are oddly calming to watch, and super impressive!

@shrimp-crockpot

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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I kinda am getting this idea of SR reader’s dad being like super overprotective of her and meeting the gang and being like “so it’s all boys...?” 👁👁

honestly i think SR reader would keep them far apart, but would give update on who she calls her “friends” so her parents don’t worry that she’s lonely! the only person she’d ever trust around her parents is definitely bruno. he just radiates this professional aura to strangers. on the flip side of that, she is SO PROUD of showing off trish. sending clips of trish’s live performances and being like THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE!!! LOOK AT HER HITTING THAT HIGH NOTE!!! LOVE THAT FOR HER!!

anon 2 said: I'm squealing at the thought of reader and bruno's little boy! I imagine his parents are very affectionate in front of him and it brings their son an unbelievable amount of embarrassment. And his uncles being top brass in the mafia would mean there would be no end to the gifts and doting he would get!

bruno and reader’s kid being shy feels so precious to me. two very doting parents and then the lil guy is just like, “dad stop embarrassing me--” although i do imagine bruno would be somewhat of a stern parent. just the right amount. establishing boundaries early on and being more chill when his kid understands that. needless to say though, their son is getting lots of love and gifts...

anon 3 said: Abbacchio x SR Reader gives me "Someone's going to die" "Of fun!!" vibes, I dunno why. I can also imagine when Scarlet Ribbon puts a bow in his hair, he'd be super gruff about it but if Mista tries to take it out, Abbacchio's like, "Back off! It's my ribbon!"

i LIVE for the energy those two have. abbacchio would constantly be muttering about how troublesome reader is, but if anyone dared to say something similar they’d be hunted down. he’d probably be okay with having his hair styled in private?? would be very particular on it though. has an aesthetic to stick to. anything that fits that would fly with him, he’s willing to experiment around a bit. critiques scarlet ribbons for her ribbon placement lmao.

anon 4 said: The giorno healing mista scene but it's sr reader healing him instead of gio, since she is also one of the healers of the group. Honestly, i just want to see chaos.

that’d for sure be really chaotic lmao. mista would be getting jump when he entered the turtle again... 💀💀

anon 5 said: I just realized that your SR designs reminds me of sailor moon mid transformation! Now I can't stop thinking about sr reader pulling the 'in the name of the moon I shall punish you!' phrase and pose!

actually!! scarlet ribbons does have one hand doing the sailor moon thingy.

although now that you’ve mentioned it,, i really want to draw her doing the entire pose. that’d be so cute... 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i should doodle one of reader and SR doing it!!!!

anon 6 said: I can see sr reader standing on tables and other furniture to avoid being on the same floor as a bug. Just any one of the bucci gang walking in on that scene would be hilarious to me!

she’d be doing that, and connecting the various furniture with little ribbon bridges to avoid touching the ground LMAO. it’d make for quite the sight. if it were narancia who were to walk in on that, he’d be like “Wait are you playing the floor is lava?? Awesome, let me join in!” i love him sm... precious boy...

anon 7 said: i read your post on how the boys would help their s/o kill a bug and i saw the Giorno one and i just thought about him just handing his s/o a bug and they burst into tears-

let’s hope giorno never gives reader a bug... it’d be such a pitiful scene. he’d feel so guilty too for upsetting her :(((

anon 8 asked: SR Ask! What if SR reader wanted to join Trish in their music career?! Like, you said they could sing, so what if they wanted to be an international idol or something, being multilingual and all?

i’m still indecisive on what i’d want reader’s role to be with trish in their route, i had considered something like that though! i think it’s going to depend on when i Finally decide on reader’s full backstory. i have so many ideas that i like that it feels difficult narrowing it down. some of the backstories i had considered were reader attending an art program before Debt time, but i can’t decide what field i want her to specialize in.

i liked the idea of reader being involved in choir, or a dance program (maybe ballet or hip hop?). italy is where ballet was born after all, i think it’d be a fitting reason for reader to become a student there. i’m still leaning towards reader being in a dance program the most. scarlet ribbons is wearing ballet shoes after all... the thought of mista walking in on reader doing an arabesque and going yo wtf ??? is really funny to me.

all that to say, if i decide to finalize reader’s background as a choir member, i think it’d be super cute if she became a singer in trish’s route... :’)) or maybe a producer for a few of her songs?

#love everyone's input and ideas!! so much fun #scarlet ribbons #scarlet ribbons lore #answered #Anonymous

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scarletwidowvibes · 4 years

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Raining

Peter Maximoff x Reader

A/N: okay soooo the whole Apocalypse thing happened in like 1983 so I searched up video games from that time period, tried my best lol.

After the events of Apocalypse, you, Ororo, and Warren all went to Charles’ School. Of course many of the students there didn’t trust you, so you three stuck close together.

Peter, a little speedster who you helped out in the battle, was stuck in the infirmary with a broken leg. You were currently in the infirmary, sitting next to Peter on a chair.

Peter Maximoff, one of the only students who didn’t look at you with disdain. You sat by his bed, refilling his water, keeping it cold, trying to entertain him with your powers.

“Y/n,” Peter whined, “I’m bored.”

Keeping the speedster entertained was proving to be a difficult task, but it was also helping you become closer with Hank, who was on his last nerve.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, trying to keep the tired from your voice.

“Can we go outside, and you show me one of your insane powers. Hank keeps boasting about them and I wanna see.” Peter says, looking up at you.

“As long as Hank says it’s okay.” You say, looking over at Hank who nods silently.

“Yay!” Peter yells, sitting up in his bed and swinging his legs over the side.

“Be careful.” You warn him, helping him off the bed, “We have to find Ororo.”

“Why?” Peter asks, allowing you to help him out of the infirmary.

“Because my coolest power only works with Ororo.” You explain, stopping in the living area to see Warren and Ororo sitting on the couch.

“Oro, I need you,” You tell her then gesture to Peter, “a display of power.”

“Fine.” Ororo says, heaving herself off the couch. Warren follows silently, ignoring Peter’s odd look. The four of you walk to a more deserted part of the school where you and Ororo can safely show off your joined powers.

Since many of the younger students have already wanted to see a display of your powers Charles organized a space where you could show them safely. The large field, which sometimes is used for the school sports, is currently littered with metal mannequins.

“Okay, Warren can you help support Peter?” You ask, not really expecting Warren to actually agree.

“Uhh sure.” Warren mumbles, hooking one of Peter’s arms around his shoulder. Peter silently watches you and Ororo.

Ororo raises her hands to the sky, focusing her mind on the rain stored in the clouds. It starts raining in a perfect circle around the group of metal mannequins, just missing your group.

You focus on the water droplets, feeling them in your skin. You reshape them, making them from drops to sharp spikes and solidifying the tips. The water spikes fall just like the drops but when they hit the mannequins they pierce the metal.

In a few short seconds the mannequins fall to the ground in piles, looking more like scrap metal. You step back, any connection with the water being lost. Ororo stops the rain, looking over to see Peter’s reaction.

Peter looks amazed, flickering his eyes from you to Ororo then to the destroyed mannequins.

“That was incredible!” Peter yells, clapping for you and Ororo and almost falling. Warren wraps an arm around Peter’s waist to keep him upright.

“Okay time to go back to Hank.” You say through a smile, taking Peter from Warren. Peter frowns at you, trying to give you puppy eyes.

“I’m sure Hank could use a break,” Ororo cuts in, “and we’re not doing anything.”

“What were you thinking Oro?” You ask, trying to ignore how happy Peter looks.

“Video games. We’ve never really been able to play them, maybe Peter can help teach us.” Ororo says, gesturing to you and Warren.

“What? You guys have never played video games?” Peter asks, absolutely astonished.

“I mean we have a little.” You defend, shrugging.

“Well I’m more of an arcade game kinda guy but I have played my fair share of video games, I can definitely show you guys some tips.” Peter says, smiling at the three of you.

“Cool, let’s go.” Warren says, looping Peter’s other arm around his shoulders and helping him walk back to the school.

Ororo and Warren start up the console and grab the necessary remotes then sit on the couch. Peter sits on the chair and you sit on a comfy pillow on the floor.

First you four play Mario Bros. then Peter shows you Ultima lll: Exodus and then Halloween.

“Oro no, you go over there.” Peter says, pointing at the screen. Ororo slightly flinches at the sound of her nickname coming out of an unfamiliar mouth but Peter doesn’t notice, too busy instructing.

“Y/n where are you going?” He asks.

“There’s a hole here, I’m trying to jump into it.” You say, pressing all the buttons on the controller.

“You can’t jump there, it’s just the design.” Peter informs you.

“Well that’s stupid.” You say with a huff, falling back against the chair.

“You guys go slow.” Warren complains, already much further ahead.

“Well sorry I like to look at all my options.” You say, glaring at Warren.

“This is boring.” Ororo chimes in, moving her character in circles.

“Well what do you want to do now?” Warren asks, looking over at Ororo.

“I don’t know, just not this.” She declares, setting her controller down.

“I have an idea,” Hank says from the door way, effectively scaring the group, “how about Peter gets back to the infirmary? Your leg is not completely healed.”

“Ugh fineee.” Peter drawls, getting up. Warren rolls his eyes at Hank, Ororo sighs, and you debate getting up and following Peter or staying with the others. Peter looks over at you with puppy eyes and Hank huffs out a sigh.

“Y/n, do you mind coming with us.” Hank says, rubbing a hand against his eye.

“Uh sure.” You reply, getting up, giving Ororo and Warren a hug, and then following Hank and Peter to the infirmary.

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

You’re twirling ice around your fingertips, tracing shapes onto the bedside table while Peter gets a check up. Warren looks over from his bed, fluttering his wings, trying to get comfortable. Ororo is reading ancient texts from the library, making it sprinkle outside for ambiance.

You draw some moisture from the glass, letting it float through the air and disappear into mist. You catch a raindrop in your hand, molding it into a small rose. You freeze it and send it over to Warren, who places it neatly onto his stack of other ice trinkets you’ve made him.

The calming mood is temporarily ruined when Peter comes bursting through the door and basically flies onto your bed.

“Hank says I’m all clear!” He cheers, looking excitedly at everyone.

“That’s great.” You three say in unison, smiling over at Peter.

“So what are you guys doing?” Peter asks, moving right along.

“Just chillin, not much to do, it’s almost time for lights out.” Ororo says, sticking a random sheet of paper into her book and then heading to the bathroom.

You collect a couple raindrops, making a bouquet of roses and giving it to Peter. Warren flutters his wings again, getting up and taking Ororo’s place in the bathroom once she comes back out.

“So do you have a room or what?” Warren asks in the midst of brushing his teeth.

“Oh,” Peter stumbles, “I was kind of hoping I could stay here, with you guys.”

“That’s fine, but we only have three beds.” You tell him, closing the screen on the window.

“Can I share with you?” Peter asks, making Warren snort as he leaves the bathroom.

“Don’t keep us up, that’s my rule.” Warren says, laying face down onto his bed.

“Yes, you can share a bed with me.” You say with a smile, getting up to brush your teeth. Peter follows suit, grabbing an extra toothbrush from under the sink.

You lay down on your bed, twirling your fingers against your arms. Warren settles into his bed, looking at his small collection of ice trinkets. Ororo sits against the wall on her bed, using the moonlight to read. Peter lays down next to you, watching you doodle with ice on your arms.

“Is it cold?” He whispers, staring at the designs. You shake your head, drawing him closer and tracing patterns onto his skin. He sighs contently, leaning his head against your shoulder as you doodle along his skin.

It’s been difficult for you, Ororo, and Warren to fall asleep. You all have your own separate reasons but you’re also all on alert, it’s hard to relax in the night. Peter falls asleep easily in your arms, feeling safe. You continue to draw with ice on him, it puts you at ease.

Warren wraps his wings around himself like a shield and watches as you make the ice trinkets dance. The slow movements let him drift into a light sleep and he holds on to a pillow you made that’s in the shape of his old angel wings.

Ororo reads herself to sleep, pressed against the window and half wrapped in a blanket. She listens to the sprinkling rain and watches the droplets race down the glass. You draw a heart on the pane she’s against, one that stays throughout the night next to her.

You watch as Warren’s eyes flutter closed, his wings loosening up, clutching the pillow. You look over at Ororo who’s drifting in between sleep, her fingers folded in the book and her head resting against the window. Then you glance at Peter, who’s wrapped around your body and sleeping soundly. You smile at your tight knit group, drifting into a light sleep. Always on alert, ready for the worst, but tonight you let yourself relax. Confident nothing will happen.

#Peter Maximoff #Quicksilver #Peter Maximoff Imagine #Quicksilver Imagine #Peter Maximoff x Reader #Quicksilver x Reader #X Men #X Men Imagine #X Men x Reader #Warren Worthington III #Ororo Monroe #x Reader

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honey-harper-official · 4 years

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Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 19

Meet Me in the Middle Chapter 18

Word Count: 3564

This is a fic series where Rosetta, Nova and Adrian’s daughter, doesn’t have powers (sorta) and is in love with Ellie, Oscar and Ruby’s daughter, and hands both in the worst way possible.

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The next morning Rosetta and her sisters were promptly put to work cleaning. They had been cleaning a bit all week and the house was kept relatively clean but usually before Christmas family friends like the Tucker-Silva household and Danna and Narcissa came over so they were cleaning up a little more then usual. A few times, more recently, Beck had come over as well for the little Christmas party but this time he was visiting family.

The party was pretty relaxed so it's not like they were doing intense cleaning. That was more of something done during spring break. Regardless, later Nova and Adrian would make a few things and people would bring stuff.

As Rosetta wiped down a counter Eva's eyes widened, focused on her hand.

"Is that a tattoo!" Eva exclaimed, stopping sweeping across the room where Rosetta had already wiped down counters to come over and grab Rosetta's right wrist.

"Yes. What else would it be?"

Rosetta let Eva look at her hand in awe for a minute before she pulled her hand away, Nova entering the kitchen to put something away.

"I'm sorry did you say that Setta has a tattoo?" She said as she put some towels in a little cabinet. Rosetta's mom didn't seem upset and was more curious then anything.

"Yup! I did it myself with Dad's old kit last night! Isn't it cool!" She explained, proudly showing it to Nova. It was one of the few things she was excited about anymore.

"It's a beautiful tattoo don't get me wrong but how did you get your hands on the tattoo kit?" Nova asked, gently looking at Rosetta's tattoo. "And how is it already healed?"

"It's healed because I told Kiki and she used her powers to summon something to heal it with. Also dad gave me the tattoo kit when I asked for it," Rosetta explained, pulling away and going back to doing her work.

"What did Dad do?" Valerie asked as she came to put cleaning supplies away.

"Yeah I'm confused as to what I did too?" Adrian said as he came in from another room.

"You gave me the tattoo kit so I could give myself a tattoo." She held up her hand. "Okay family announcement. I have a tattoo and I used my friends powers to heal it completely. Dad gave me the kit and I did it myself. Are we all caught up now?"

Nova shrugged. "I mean I'm not surprised and it's cool I just wish you had told me that you were going to do it."

She then left and everyone dispersed, going back to whatever chores they were doing prior.

"You'll give me a tattoo one day right?" Eva asked quietly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Rosetta grinned. "Eventually. Wait until you're 17 and I'll take care of it."

Eva smiled back and they high-fived before they turned to their work.

It didn't take long for all the work to be finished and Rosetta went and got ready. It wasn't anything super formal so she got dressed like normal. Of course her style was extravagant compared to most people's.

Rosetta pulled out her phone and texted Ellie.

Me: Wear your Aquarium t-shirt that we got the other day. We can match and I want to see just how differently we're going to look.

Pineapple: Great thinking.

Pineapple: I love your mind

Me: Thank you. This was the one time it worked.

Me: Also heads up I gave myself a tattoo

Me: *insert photo*

Pineapple: Looks cute. Like all the doodles you make on your homework. I love it.

Me: Thank you!!!!!

Rosetta pulled out the green Aquarium t-shirt from the closet where she had hung it up. She also grabbed her black button up that had green leaves on it and a black skirt. She tucked the aquarium shirt into the skirt and threw the button up on over top before sliding on fishnets and then compression shorts to both keep the fishnets from slipping down and in case her skirt flared up.

She did her normal makeup with dramatic eyeliner and black lip-gloss, then taking a ribbon and tying her hair back with it in a bow. She took out the safety pins in her ears and instead put on a pair of gaudy, novelty earrings that Ellie had made her. It was a pair of black worms on a string and Rosetta loved them wholeheartedly.

She then went to get her bright green nose ring but couldn't find it which meant that Eva, who had gotten a nose piercing for her 15th birthday two months ago, had it. She had stolen a few of Rosetta's things when she wasn't around and it was high time she got them back.

She went to Eva's room across the hall and opened the door. "Where's my green nose ring?"

"I don't have it," Eva said, not even looking up from her switch.

"I left it here last week and haven't touched it since and you're the only other person who would take it."

"Mom has a nose piercing."

"Yeah but she's never gone and taken my nose rings and she only ever wears studs. You've taken my green nose ring before however."

Rosetta went into her room and started rummaging through Eva's jewelry box.

"Hey! Leave my stuff alone!"

"You never leave my stuff alone and what I'm taking isn't even yours!" Rosetta bit back, continuing to look. In one of the drawers she spotted the neon green nose ring and took it out. She also found a few other rings that belonged to her and took those too. Rosetta left and scrambled to her room where she put everything but the green nose ring away in her jewelry box and then hid the jewelry box in the back part of her closet where no one ever looked. She then put in the nose ring and went downstairs where people were arriving.

The Tucker-Silva family came in followed by Danna and Narcissa. At the sight of so many people, Pudge scurried off.

"Rose is that a tattoo?" Maya, Ellie's older sister, asked as she came in, pointing at Rosetta's hand.

"What else would it be?"

"Good point."

"You can figure out if it's permanent or not on your own. I'm not answering any more questions on it because the answer is pretty obvious."

"Not the craziest thing that's happened to her recently. Trust me. I watched her fall off a roof Friday over a clementine," Ellie said as she took off her shoes. And that was only scratching the surface as numerous insane things had happened to Rosetta, many of which Rosetta didn't know about. They were just between her and Beck mostly.

"Nova, Adrian, you're child is insane," Ruby said as she put something in the kitchen.

"As long as she's not hurt," Nova said, shrugging.

Rosetta and Ellie just laughed at that statement, causing more confusion then there already was. No one had any idea exactly how many times Rosetta had to go to the nurse and not even falling off the roof was the most insane thing that happened recently. No one but Danna and Narcissa knew about Rosetta getting powers or Ellie and Rosetta getting together. It was probably why they were the least shocked of all at anything happening. Of course there were also all the insane adventures Rosetta had that Ellie, Danna, and Narcissa didn't know about.

Ellie and Rosetta then went upstairs to her room, shutting the door behind them. She pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

"So how has break been?" Rosetta asked. "I'm sure you've missed me."

"Oh yes. I've missed you so much in the past day without you," Ellie snorted.

Rosetta turned on all of the lights Ellie liked before settling in her chair, Ellie amused as she watched all the LED lights flash pink and purple, dancing on glass bottles in Rosetta's room. She stood in the center of the room, looking around before she went and grabbed Rosetta's bass guitar off it's hook from the wall. She handed it to Lacey.

"Play for me please. You're working on a new song right?" Ellie asked, flashes of light bouncing off her glossy hair.

Rosetta smiled, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. "I swear to Christ, sometimes I think you're only dating me because I play bass."

"It's not the only reason but it's definitely one of them," Ellie laughed. "Either you are the bass playing girl or you're into a bass playing girl."

"That's fair," Rosetta agreed, plugging her guitar into her amp and making a few minor adjustments.

Ellie sat on the bed, satisfied, and pulled out one of her sewing projects from her bag to work on it while Rosetta played for her. She kicked her feet as she put in new stitches, smiling and humming along as Rosetta played Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown for her. It was one of her favorite songs.

The two of them were content to just be with each other and not speak, each of them doing their own thing, enjoying the other's presence. Neither of them exactly cared much for what was happening downstairs. Rosetta was definitely a party person but this wasn't her type of party and she saw everyone downstairs often. She hadn't seen much of Ellie's siblings lately but she had just said hello to them and that was good enough for her.

"Okay come here. You're being too pretty and hot playing the bass guitar and now I have to kiss you," Ellie said, waving Rosetta over with her finger.

Rosetta was more then happy to comply, coming over to the bed where Ellie was.

Ellie crawled over her, pressing gentle kisses to her neck and face, making Rosetta laugh. She only stopped giggling when Ellie was instead kissing her on the lips like there was no tomorrow.

Rosetta ran her hands through Ellie's hair, delighted by kissing her. She loved the smell of peppermint that swarmed her and the way Ellie's dark, glossy, brown hair felt like silk in her fingers. She loved the way Ellie kissed her and held her and touched her and she quickly found herself consumed by thoughts of her girlfriend.

Rosetta kissed her harder, getting a moan in response and then teeth biting her lip gently. Ellie's mouth moved down her neck, pushing off her button up as Rosetta held Ellie closer to her, fingers digging into her back.

They stayed on the bed for what couldn't have been too long, kissing at one another's necks and playing with each other's hair.

They were rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. They jumped apart, moving to fix themselves.

"Are you two in here?" Someone, Danna asked. "We've been calling you for five minutes to come eat."

"Just a second," Ellie said as she wiped lip-gloss that was Rosetta's off of her collarbone. Rosetta then used her powers to make sure everything was back in place and as it should be, both on them and on her bed.

Rosetta opened the door to see Danna smirking, brow raised.

"You two were making out weren't you?"

"Yeah," Rosetta and Ellie admitted in sync. She laughed.

"Come on. Before anyone gets suspicious. You two are glad I came to get you or else someone might have barged in," she said, clicking her tongue in disapproval. "You're really not the stealthiest."

"That's fair," Ellie said, shrugging as they all went downstairs.

As long as they weren't caught.

Downstairs no one was actually sitting at the table. Everyone was eating and scattered around in their own little groups. The adults were all together with Maya, Caleb, Ellie's older brother, and Valerie talking in one corner and Milo, Ellie's younger brother, and Eva playing cards and eating in another.

Danna went and sat down with the adults, picking a plate off of a nearby table that had food on it. The plate must have been his.

Ellie and Rosetta went to the kitchen where food was and got plates. Rosetta placed herself on a free space on the counter and Ellie sat on the tile floor, leaning against Rosetta's legs as they ate. She also recorded as she tossed up grapes for Lacey to catch in her mouth while Rosetta played with Ellie's hair.

Rosetta's phone went off, a text from Beck.

BeLo: Hey I just got home. Can I come over?

Me: Of course. Just put on your aquarium shirt before you come over so all three of us will match.

BeLo: Already wearing it.

Me: Great!

Me: Also did you tell Ellie about the whole half-sister thing

BeLo: Yeah she's filled in.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Rosetta opened it for Beck. He joined them in the kitchen, wearing the socks and necklace Rosetta got him and the t-shirt that matchedRosetta and Ellie's, flannel overtop. The only difference was that Ellie was in a dark pink color and Beck's was in blue compared to Rosetta's pale green.

"I really hate that we're dressed like the fucking PJ Mask characters," Beck said, flopping back on the tile.

"Really?" Rosetta exclaimed, kicking her legs from her seat on the countertop, letting them swing at the sides of Ellie's head. "PJ Masks? Not even Alvin and the Chipmunks or the Power Puff Girls?"

"We've literally dressed up as the Power Puff Girls for Halloween and we're all wearing the same color now as we were then," Ellie said.

The three of them had been together on Halloween since they were 6. The first time they went they went as the Power Puff Girls. Ellie was Blossom, Rosetta was Buttercup, and Beck was Bubbles. All of them had found a dress in that color and a black belt, Ellie's hair up in a ponytail with a bow and Beck having his mom help put his hair in pigtails. It made for some good pictures.

"Look I am not in control of my mind!" Beck exclaimed, making all of them laugh. "But one good thing that came out of it was that I made a new game. Watch."

With a wave of his hand, there was a upside-down dome shaped shield beneath him. He pulled his knees to his chest, tucking them into the shield and then pushed himself off, spinning around the kitchen. Rosetta and Ellie burst out with laughter, falling over giggling.

"I can't believe none of us ever thought of this sooner," Ellie wheezed.

"Wait!" Rosetta exclaimed. "Oh my Christ! Beck made one for each of us and we can all spin around and bump into each other like bumper cars!"

"Hell yeah! Human Beyblades!"

Suddenly there were shields beneath Ellie and Rosetta, both of them now on the floor. They curled up in them and pushed off, all three of them spinning around the kitchen howling with laughter as they collided and bounced off one another in the small space. Ellie even used her powers to help them pick up speed.

Unfortunately, they gained too much speed and lost control. Rosetta hit Ellie and was promptly sent out of the kitchen. She tumbled out of the little shield and rolled to the steps upstairs. She wasn't hurt and if she was she was too busy wheezing from laughter to really notice. Ellie and Beck came out of the kitchen giggling, still in their shields and spinning around.

They caught attention quickly. No one must have cared much before, knowing that all three of them messed around a lot. However, Rosetta was laughing so hard that she was crying and her laugh and cry could sound similar to each other. It didn't help that someone must have seen her roll into the steps and she was laying on the floor.

"Setta are you alright? Are you laughing or crying?" Adrian asked, looking over to see if she was alright.

"I'm- I'm- fine!" Rosetta gasped, holding her stomach as she tried to regain control of herself. It only made Beck, Ellie, and her all giggle even more.

"What are you three doing?" Oscar asked.

"Beck made us shields and we're spinning in them to play human Beyblades," Ellie snorted, trying to catch her breath.

Beck gave the adults a thumbs up as the shields dissolved. They all collapsed in the little entryway, red faced and trying to breath normally.

After that they all went up to Rosetta's room.

"Okay so I saw this thing online where it was two friends laying down and then tilting their heads back to face each other and apparently when you do that you can't not laugh so please, for your consideration, can we do that but with water in our mouths? All three of us?" Ellie asked, finding a random water bottle on Rosetta's desk.

Rosetta laid down on the floor with her phone out, Beck immediately joining her.

"Ask and you shall receive babe," Rosetta said as she opened up her TikTok. If them not being able to laugh did hold true it'd be a good video.

Ellie poured some of the water in their mouths and then laid down while Rosetta started filming. On the count of three by Beck's hand, they all tilted their heads back.

Their faces were so distorted that Rosetta did find it funny but before she even had the time to process it and laugh, both Beck and Ellie spit out their water as they laughed which in turn, made Rosetta spit out her water and giggle relentlessly.

She cut off the camera and sat up. They all looked so stupid and now they were all spritzed with water, some of it soaking into the carpets strewn about Rosetta's room. Of course it was just water and it would be fine but it wasn't comfortable to be all wet.

"Hey Ellie. Terrific idea," Beck complimented while Rosetta posted the video, tagging them in it.

They goofed around for a little more, crowding around on Rosetta's bed to play cards before things turned to a more serious tone.

"So how have you been feeling?" Rosetta asked Beck.

Normally, when it came to Beck's family, she gave him his space for a bit before she asked any questions. It wasn't her place to get her nose in his personal business but she couldn't exactly help console him without knowing the full story so usually she gave him time to calm down about the situation before they could really deep dive into it.

Beck shrugged. "I'm fine I guess. I mean, this was the first time we were ever invited to stay the night and actually be there on Christmas with my dad and now I'm not even going. My siblings are but- I don't think I can without being upset at him. I mean he waited 18 years to tell us we had a sister only so he could now have us over for Christmas and that whole time he was supporting her but not me over the same shit and I-" He got choked up and both Ellie and Rosetta moved to console him.

"It's okay Beck. Let it out," Ellie said softly.

"-I just don't know anymore alright," he said, wiping his face.

Rosetta hadn't realized that this was the first time Beck and his siblings were going to celebrate Christmas on Christmas with their dad at his house. He lived in a different state a few hours away and they saw him little so holidays were more of lunch out with one another a few days before the holiday or event actually was. Lacey had assumed it was a time issue and not that Beck's dad was hiding another child from them.

The rest of the night was just them huddled on the bed together, talking quietly about things. Rosetta laid back and Ellie and Beck curled around her. On one side was Ellie whose head was on Rosetta's collarbone as she laid stomach down with an arm around Rosetta's middle. Beck was on Rosetta's other side, head on the arm Ellie had onRosetta's stomach as he held onto Rosetta's legs, his own in a weird position to fit the bed. Rosetta had an arm around Ellie and another around Beck, her hand on their heads as she ran her fingers through their hair.

They sat in silence and it was perfectly okay.

When Rosetta showed love and affection with her family, it was through talking and showing them her art. When Rosetta showed love with her friends, it was done through silence and just being there. They were always there for her and always listened to her and she always did the same for them. But sometimes the best way for her to show she cared and that she was listening and that she was there for them, was to be silent. To let them rant and to hold them. She would be quiet and put herself aside as much as she loathed closing down to the few people she ever spoke to.

There was a connection and devotion made to others through silence.

They laid there until it was time for people to leave, Rosetta getting ready for bed afterwards.

She slept well that night.

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fitzherbertssmolder · 4 years

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Make Me A Masterpiece 6/13

In her final year of college, Rapunzel is struggling to create her final art project. That is until she runs into the beautiful stranger who’s hiding out in the library.

or the one where art student Rapunzel asks literature nerd Eugene to be her model (modern-day au)

Eugene twirls his pen in between his fingers, purses his lips and then proceeds to write down a thought in his bright yellow notebook.

“Question” he says, his hand moving back and forth across his page frantically. “If you could have any pet, what would it be?”

Rapunzel laughs as she watches him work, each new little quirk of his bringing her more joy than the last. It had started off with him wrinkling his nose when he first opened his book, settling down to start reading. He had relaxed a little more in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the empty one next to him, his finger following along with his eyes as he moved from line to line. Now, she observes him as he’s twirling his pen and pursing his lips as he thinks of an idea and rushes to write to it.

If she’s being honest, she’s enjoying this a little too much. It shouldn’t be very interesting watching someone quite literally sit and read, but she can’t seem to help it, even when she has her own work on the table in front of her. This morning she woke up feeling inspired and had made it all of five seconds before she was texting Eugene and asking if he was free for a study session. Every time after he had offered to help her, she began to feel guilty, Eugene was spending so much time on her studies that she wanted to offer up something to help in return. After her suggestion, he had agreed easily giving her the term that she would take him anywhere outside of the apartment - apparently Lance isn’t the best study partner.

So, that’s how it had been over the last two weeks, one of them asking for a place to study and the other asking for a distraction. It worked perfectly. Currently, they’re sat in the Cafe at a table way in the back corner, Rapunzel attempting to draw and Eugene writing an essay on the book he is reading for class.

Rapunzel hums quietly and eventually draws another line on her page. “A chameleon.”

He lifts his eyes to hers from over his book, one eyebrow raised. “A chameleon?”

“They’re cute.”

“They’re just overgrown frogs.”

They’ve been keeping up the question game as well. It had worked so well the first time that Eugene suggested they just keep doing it.

“Okay animal expert, what about you?” she asks him, pointing her pencil in his direction and swirling it in a circle as she waits.

“Easy, a grasshopper.”

“Ah!” she says, her pencil flying in the air as she leans back in her chair. “Perfect food for my chameleon.”

Eugene drops his book, lowers it down to his lap and throws her an offended look. It’s annoying how cute he looks like this. One of his hands slams down on the table as he leans that little bit closer over to her. “Excuse me. Grasshoppers are wise and independent; they would not end up as food!”

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “You started it.”

“I was simply stating a fact.”

“So was I.”

“Okay” he says nodding his head slowly, retreating away until he’s sat up straight again, staring her down. “I’ll let you have your chameleon. But when you lose it to a game of hide and seek don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She can’t help but laugh and she’s not sure if she’s laughing at Eugene sulking or the imagery of losing hide and seek to a chameleon. It’s probably both. She pauses drawing in favour of sipping at her coffee, some latte concoction Eugene had recommended, and lets her eyes wonder back over to him. Across the table, he has gone back to his book, but she can hear him laugh too, it’s not as loud as hers though as he tries to keep up his annoyed act and his smile hidden between his pages.

“That any good?” she asks, nodding towards the book in question.

She hasn’t asked him what it was that he was reading, wanted to save herself the embarrassment of never having heard of it before, but he hasn’t said much about it since they sat down and it has her curious.

“What?”

“The book? You enjoying it?”

“Of course.”

She lets out a hum. “The look on your face says otherwise.”

He swaps his book to one hand and pulls his mug closer with the other deciding to play with the handle instead of drinking anything. “It’s fine. It’s just-” he sighs “-tragedies are not my thing.”

“Question then” she states, and he smiles at her copying his announcement from before. “What is your thing?”

It goes quiet for a moment around them as Eugene thinks it over, lifting his mug and actually taking a sip from it this time. After Eugene’s recommendation she had offered up one of her own going for her traditional sugar filled cappuccino. The look he had given her was one that had her howling on the inside. He places his drink back on the table, fingers still tapping on the porcelain.

“I like adventures and romance and happy endings. I just don’t see why someone has to die to make it epic.”

“You don’t think you can have a death and it still be a happy ending?”

“You can if they come back to life.”

Rapunzel rolls her eyes playfully and steals the last sugar cube from the pot provided, popping it into her drink. She doesn’t miss Eugene’s flinch at her extraordinary sweet tastes.

“What, you don’t believe in resurrection?” he questions sending her a soft smirk.

“It’s not really realistic.”

“It’s fiction, it’s not supposed to be realistic.”

Okay, so he has a point, but she won’t give him the satisfaction of being right. Instead she’s stays quiet and nods, waving her hand at him in the only gesture of surrender she’s willing to give. His smile widens on cue and he leans back into his chair, the perfect picture of smug. “Besides, I think it would be cool to come back to life.” Of course, he would. “Maybe I would even come back with supernatural abilities. Maybe super strength or magical healing powers.”

“That’s what you want in life, superpowers?”

He shrugs slightly, picking up his pen, beginning to doodle something in the corner of his page. “I just think it would be cool to help people. To have the ability to heal those who can’t heal themselves.”

The way Eugene says it is way too casual for the way her heart leaps in her chest. He says it like it’s nothing, like saving the world is no big deal to him and here she is melting. It’s just one of the things that she’s learnt about him during their time together - how much he cares about things. He sees the world as something he needs to take care of but doesn’t think he has enough impact to actually do it. It’s clear in the way he shrugs off every one of her thank you’s or how he never thinks that dropping everything for Lance when he calls is a big deal.

“You don’t need superpowers to help people Eugene.” Taking his lead, she shuffles forward in her seat and picks up where she left off on her drawing. “I think you’re doing a great job without them.”

He doesn’t answer her, but she can see him smiling and she thinks she might be a little bit in love with that smile. It’s really a miracle that she hasn’t drawn it today, it’s always the first thing she goes for. But she wasn’t lying when she said she was inspired. It’s been her first breakthrough since the assignment was set and this time, she thinks she might have an actual plan. All this time she’s been focused on the emotion she’s supposed to convey that she failed to focus on how emotions are told. One mention of this to Eugene and he was more than happy to be the model. So now she’s spent the last few hours capturing any emotion she can find in place where Eugene holds all his expression, his eyes.

She looks up at him again, pencil placed right on the tip of his brow, and asks him to wiggle the real thing just a little just so she can get the right angle. He does it without question but throws in a well-practised brow dance for fun.

“You really think my eyebrows are going to help you graduate?” Eugene asks, his eyes gleaming.

“No, but they’re so perfectly manicured I can’t resist adding them.”

He laughs. “I would think so.”

“I haven’t worked out all the details” she starts, shading and erasing and shading again. “But it’s the first idea I haven’t actually hated.”

“What does your adviser say?” It comes out muffled as he says it more into his book than to her, his focus on the line he’s reading. She doesn’t mind though; her adviser has been driving her crazy lately so the little she talks about her the better.

“Nothing yet. I have a meeting with her on Wednesday, so I guess I’ll find out then.”

He looks up at her, pen freezing in place. “Make sure you let me know what she says about my eyebrows.”

A giggle escapes her before she can stop it and it echoes a little too loudly in the quiet corner they’re in. It’s only interrupted when a light ringing comes from Eugene’s phone. Coming out of his own laughter, he picks it up, unlocks the screen and sits back in his chair as he reads. Usually, she’s not one to be nosy, especially when it comes to people’s messages, but when she watches Eugene frown at his phone and her curiosity surges.

“You okay?” she asks casually, fiddling with her pencil as she pretends to draw and not pay attention to his private life.

His eyes lift to hers and his head is shaking as he sighs out a laugh. “Yeah I’m fine.” He abandons his phone back on the table, pushing it further away, ignoring it completely as it rings again.

She’s just about to ask him if he’s sure he’s okay again when a voice interrupts her.

“Well someone’s being grumpy.”

The voice comes from behind her, deep and booming, and she moves her head immediately to the source. Standing next to their table is Lance, bag slung over his shoulder and a script tucked under his arm. She hasn’t actually met Lance yet, only seen him in photos and responded to a few of his comments, but as he shoves Eugene over to the next chair and takes his place in his now vacant seat, she knows she's going to love him already.

Ignoring Eugene’s grumble, he sends one arm flying over Eugene’s shoulder and the other one stretches out in Rapunzel’s direction.

“We haven’t had the chance to actually meet” he announces, voice dripping with confidence. He’s just as dramatic as she thought he would be. “Lance. The best friend and room mate of this idiot here.” He nods his head in Eugene’s direction and rolls his eyes at Eugene’s small offended yelp.

“Rapunzel.” She’s laughing as she takes his hand in hers and lets him shake it vigorously. “The study buddy of the idiot.”

“I am right here!” Eugene moans from the corner, doing his best to move around Lance and move his supplies to his new side of the table. He aims for his coffee but fails when Lance is scooping it up first and not hesitating before he takes a sip. She watches as his eyes widen and snap up to hers.

“A little sugary?” she suggests with a smile.

Lance is shaking his head before she finishes the question, going in for another sip. “Now you have good taste princess.”

“Princess?” Her eyebrow quirks up at that, looking over to Eugene for any type of help. It takes him a couple seconds to register the plea before he’s sitting up and pointing towards the flower crown on top of her head.

“He’s been rehearsing some Shakespearean play all week and keeps coming home talking about fairies and royals. I’ve lost count on how many flower crowns he’s asked me to wear.”

Lance’s jaw drops as he lets out an offended gasp, slapping his hand against his chest. “Firstly, that Shakespearean play is the wonder that is A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” He moves his arm from Eugene’s shoulder to throw it around his neck, locking it in place as he fluffs his hair with his free hand. “Secondly, you would look adorable in a crown.”

She has to agree with that.

Using his best effort, Eugene tries to break free, twisting his body out of Lance’s grip. However, when he comes a little too close to her coffee cup, he decides to give up in favour of not repeating their first coffee fiasco. It just encourages Lance to rub more though and she’s pretty sure Eugene will end up walking out of here with a static hair Mohawk. She is pretty much helpless to his case at this point, so she sits back and has fun just watching their dynamic play out.

It’s only when Eugene let’s out a desperate sob of protest that she finally chips in to help.

“I have a question for you Lance.” It’s said loud enough for him to hear over Eugene’s pleads. She ignores Eugene’s glare at her bringing Lance into their little question game and instead focuses on how Lance lights up like a Christmas tree. He removes himself from his helpless friend and turns to fully face her, elbows on the table and his chin perched in his palms.

“You have my full attention.”

“Would you make me a flower crown?” Lifting her arms up, she takes the one she’s wearing off her head and spins it around her fingers. “This one is a little old and it sounds like you have all the expertise.”

Lance looks delighted. He reaches over to take the crown from her, twisting it in his hands like how she had just done, inspecting the slightly broken flowers and fraying wire. She’s not exactly sure what he’s looking for, but he seems satisfied enough and hands the crown back.

“I like you” he says, a smirk curving his lips, picking up Eugene’s coffee again and finishing the rest of its contents in a gulp. “Maybe I should have met you first.”

She lets out a snort. “Are you saying you like me better than Eugene?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

“Okay” Eugene says, pushing Lance on his shoulder causing him to sway in his seat. He keeps both of his hands up in defence, one in Lance’s direction and one in hers. There are small lines on his forehead from where he’s frowning and she makes a note to draw them just to torment him with later. “We’re supposed to be writing an essay here, not pointing out all my flaws.”

“But isn’t the point of an essay? To see something from both sides?” she says sweetly, eyes dancing as she stares at him.

“Well I could think of a few things to say about Eugene. Did you know he sleeps-”

Whatever Lance was about to say she never finds out, Eugene stunning him into silence with a death look.

“Why are you still here?” Eugene mumbles from where he’s slumped in his chair, arms crossed in front of him. “I thought you said you had lines to run after your shift?”

“Oh I do, but you’re going to help me.”

Eugene lifts a brow. “Am I now?”

“Yep” Lance says, popping the p dramatically. He turns to face his friend, poking him lightly in the chest with his finger. “You made me a promise. I do face masks with you, you run lines with me.”

Rapunzel beams at this new detail. “You do face masks?”

“Of course he does.” Lance grabs the bottom of Eugene’s chin, squishes it between his fingers and begins to swing it left to right. “You don’t get smooth skin like this without a bit of self-care.”

Rolling his eyes, Eugene finally bats Lance’s hands away, holding them in place far away from himself. “Are we going to run those lines or are you going to stay and be annoying?”

He pretends to think about it for a moment before looking back over to Rapunzel. “Mind if I steal him princess?”

She shakes her head and waves a hand in their direction. “Go ahead.”

“You sure?” Eugene asks and she’s not sure if he’s genuinely concerned about her art or his own sanity.

“I’m sure.”

“You are the best” Lance is saying as he starts gathering up all of Eugene’s supplies before he has a chance to do so himself. Although, he’s quick to join in when Lance haphazardly throws his book in his bag and Eugene gawks at the mistreating. Book nerds and their priorities. Once all the supplies are away, he scoots his chair back and pauses before standing up, his eyes lighting up with an idea.

He points a finger towards her. “Are you free this Friday?”

“Yeah” she nods. She’s free every Friday, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Would you be up for a mission?”

“A mission?”

“It’s this thing the drama students do before a show” Eugene answers for her, already looking done with the idea. “They get into teams and-”

“And it’s a secret.” Lance interrupts him, rushing to shut Eugene up with a hand slapped over his mouth. “Don’t listen to grumpy here, it’s a sacred tradition and you would be a very useful addition to the team.”

Eugene yanks his hand away from his mouth and uses Lance’s shirt sleeve to wipe himself clean. “I don’t really think you can call the two of us a team.”

“You can even bring someone.” He continues, ignoring Eugene entirely. “It will be fun I promise.”

“Sure. I’ll bring my room-mate and then maybe Eugene won’t be the only grumpy one there.”

Lance’s smile is feral. “Now that is an excellent idea.”

When she finally arrives at her adviser’s office it’s a little later than she had planned. She’s not late, right on time really, but with last night’s panic session and her sleeping right through her alarm this morning, her plan to scramble together one last piece has flown out the window. There are enough pieces to get her point across, all of them lined up neatly in her sketchbook, but since she’s not had the best inspiration lately the empty pages are still enough to send her spiralling. Most of her night was spent on the phone to Eugene, his warm smiles and calm reassurances soaking through the screen and washing over her room. He hadn’t managed to calm her completely, but he got her serene enough to at least eat something before falling asleep. It’s yet another thing she has to thank him for later.

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder and knocks gently on the door, taking a heavy breath as she waits. Deep down she knows that her adviser won’t criticise her for no reason, she’s honestly a nice person when it comes down to it, but like anyone she does have her moments. Typically, she is thrilled to have you in her office, offering you a cup of hot chocolate when you arrive and she even doesn’t mind when you call her by her real name. It’s clear she cares about the students under her wing and that she is nothing but in love with the subject. But sometimes, when she wants to be stern, all she has to do is look at you the wrong way for you to feel like you’re in trouble.

It only takes a few seconds before the door is being swung open and she’s being greeted with a bright hello.

Today, Sasha is wearing a set of denim overalls over a pale-yellow t-shirt, her hair is twisted into a bun on top of her head with two pink pencils poking out the top. Her make up is a collection of colours and from what she can see over her shoulder there are also two full cups sitting on her desk ready to be consumed.

“Rapunzel. Come on in” Sasha smiles, opening the door further for Rapunzel to squeeze through.

The office is pretty small compared to the ones of her professors, but she really likes what Sasha has done with the space. There are paintings covering every wall, a blue patterned rug covering the boring floorboards and several random pieces of memorabilia from several countries dotted around on shelves. If anyone were to guess what this person did for a living, they wouldn’t be guessing for too long.

They each take up a seat on either side of the desk, Sasha deciding to gracefully lift up her legs and cross them over on her chair. Rapunzel snorts as the chair spins a little whilst she gets herself situated. Once she is stable and she’s comfortable in her pretzel position, she stretches her arms over the desk and makes grabbing movements with her hands towards Rapunzel’s sketchbook.

She hands it over a little reluctantly, holding her breath as she watches Sasha place it down on the desk and start flipping through the pages. Of course, she skips right past the couple of pages of theory at the beginning and lands straight on the first couple of sketches.

“So, tell me what I’m seeing” she says, fingers tracing the pencil outline of an eye as if she’s trying to come up with a conclusion of her own. That’s what she tends to do in these meetings, she lets you pour your heart out over your work and then slashes your ideas with the ones she thinks are better.

“They’re eyes” Rapunzel mutters quietly and Sasha shoots her an unamused look. “I mean they’re what eyes can express. The assignment is that you have to capture a feeling, so that’s what I tried to do.”

“And what feeling exactly are you trying to capture?”

“I don’t know, whatever it is I’m seeing at the time.”

She lifts her eyes to meet Rapunzel’s stare, her head titled in question as her finger freezes on the drawing of Eugene she did after their first paint session. He had looked so genuinely happy in that art studio that she knew she had to have it drawn down somewhere that wasn’t destroyed with paint. “And what were you seeing when you drew this?”

She thinks about it for a moment, thinks back to the art studio and smiles. “Happiness. How someone’s happiness can look from the outside.”

“And that’s how you see this person’s happiness? Blues and teals?”

She shrugs, staring at the drawing herself. She wasn’t really thinking about the colours, they made Eugene look pretty so she used them. “Yeah.”

Sighing gently, Sasha leans back in her chair, her eyes still staring into Rapunzel’s soul. It’s extremely off putting. “Rapunzel” she begins, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “These sketches are good, amazing even, but they don’t meet the assessment brief.”

She shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t see what you mean?”

Using her hands as leverage, she pulls herself closer to the desk and lifts all the pages in the book at once, letting them fall back down one by one in a fanning motion. “The emotion is supposed to be yours, something that only you feel as you paint it. It’s supposed to be personal and a fragment of who you are, not someone who models for you.”

Even though she was expecting the worst, she has to admit it hurts to hear it out loud. She drops her head down to focus on her hands in her lap and not at the look of disappointment in Sasha’s eyes. “I’ve tried to get there, I have” she winces a little at how desperate she sounds. “But nothing seems to work.”

“Look” she says, Rapunzel’s attention snapping back to her. “You have a month left to present your angle. That’s more than enough time for you to figure it out okay?”

Rapunzel nods once, her eyes blinking rapidly to bat away the suspicious moisture threatening to spill over.

“And if don’t have it by then?” she asks and it comes out as more of a squeak. “I fail?”

“We’re not there yet so don’t you worry about that.”

She releases the breath she’s been holding, her eyes fixed on her sketches laid out before her.

“It’s not the end of the world Rapunzel. Just try to think less and you’ll be fine.”

Right now, she thinks she the furthest from fine that she can be. She’s already tried not thinking with Eugene and the result of that was still torn to shreds. How is she supposed to improve her ideas without thinking when not thinking is all she can think about?

“How am I supposed to do that?” She asks it out loud, throws her insecurities out there, lays it all on the table. “How am I supposed to not think when that’s what everyone is telling me to do?”

Sasha relaxes then, calms her face into something more empathetic and a little less adviser mode. She places her elbows back on the desk and leans on them. “Can I tell you a secret?” Rapunzel stays quiet but nods anyway, allowing her to continue. “You are one of the most talented people in this class. But you’re scared, you have a wall up and that is affecting what you produce. Art isn’t always just about the pretty colours and fancy details, it’s about expression. And Rapunzel, sometimes it’s the bad things that we have to express.”

“So, I have to feel something negative in order to pass?”

“No-” she laughs “-but you have to be willing to open yourself up to the bad stuff. You can’t be afraid to really see what’s inside of you. If you do that then you’re not giving the good things a chance to surface.”

Rapunzel doesn’t mean to roll her eyes, really, but she’s still a little tired and her rational brain is taking a break. Sasha doesn’t seem to mind though, even laughs at it, and instead nudges the second cup in her direction. Rapunzel grabs it without hesitation, using her sipping as a distraction from everything else going on in this room.

Using the pause to her advantage, Sasha swivels her chair around to grab a book from the shelf behind her, flipping it over to a clean page. “Here” she says grabbing a pen from the side, one with bright pink ink, and scribbling something down. “There’s an art gallery next week from one of my former students, who like you had trouble connecting with her emotions.” She rips the paper out of her book, folds it in half and hands it over to Rapunzel. “Go, take a look around, maybe ask her a few questions. Even the darkest ones.”

She takes the paper and promptly unfolds it, the familiar address staring back at her. It’s a well-known gallery in the city, one she has visited frequently, one she aspires to one day to be featured in. Of course, Sasha would be sending her there of all places, to torment her probably.

“It will come Rapunzel, trust me. But until then take some time for yourself, go find your friends and have some fun.” Her eyebrow raises as she smirks softly. “Sometimes you find inspiration in the weirdest of places.”

She smiles a little at that, a book fort and a boy coming to mind. “Like a library?”

“I was thinking weirder but that’s a good place to start I guess.”

She nods and stuffs her sketchbook in her bag, standing up and taking the hot chocolate with her. “Thank you.”

Sasha smiles, as bright as she did when she first opened the door. “Remember, I’m always here for you.”

She knows that, it’s quite literally her job, but she doesn’t point out that little fact. Instead she keeps quiet and takes her leave, walking out the office with more defeat than she went in with. It’s just her luck that when she steps into the empty hallway, fully intending to run home and curl up on the couch, her phone decides to start ringing in her pocket. She fishes it out of her jacket and sighs when the name lights up on her screen.

Do not answer

Without thinking twice, she swipes the red button across the screen and waits for the phone to fall silent. A few moments pass, no voice mail is left, so she stuffs the phone back in her pocket and makes her way home to where the couch awaits.

“Remind me again why I’m being forced to leave the house tonight?”

Dragging her zip the rest of the way up on her jacket, she laughs at Cass whining from where she’s lying on the couch - her feet kicked up in the air as she aimlessly scrolls on her phone.

“You’re not being forced” she says putting emphasis on the last word. “You’re coming because you’re my friend and you want to support me.”

“Support you flirting with library boy?”

She turns to face her as she begins gathering up her freshly curled hair on top of her head and ties it off with an elastic. “No, you’re supporting me and the fact that after being told my art sucks I need to let of some steam. And the boys have kindly given me an opportunity to do so.”

Cass moves then, dropping her legs on to the floor and heaving her body up into a sitting position. “Your art doesn’t suck Raps, you’re just-”

“Over thinking” she interrupts. “Yeah I’ve been told.”

Tightening the ends of her ponytail, she slumps against the wall and watches as Cassandra stands up to walk towards her. Both of her hands rise to rest on her shoulders and squeeze gently.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

“I was going to say” she starts, giving her a gentle shake. “That you are being too harsh on yourself. All you do is work Raps, no wonder you’re a little stuck.”

She scoffs at that, her eyebrows raising in offence. “I do not work all the time.”

“Please, I know you and I know how much pressure you put on yourself. Loosen up a little and live life! Who cares if your art sucks.”

“So, it does suck.”

Cass slumps in her spot, her face the perfect picture of annoyed. “You’re already dragging me to who the hell knows what, do you really want to give me something else to be mad at? I had plans you know.”

She does know, those plans were mentioned when she first brought this night up, even though she never actually shared the details on what those plans were. They seem important though with how much she’s been complaining tonight about cancelling them. A pang of guilt unfurls in her chest.

“I know” she says, sinking further down the wall. “And I feel guilty that you cancelled them, I’m just-” she trails off in a sigh, her words no longer being useful to her. Another thing to add to the list of things she’s failing at.

Cassandra nods in understanding, her grip on her shoulders loosening. She shuffles backwards and drops her arms, turning around to grab her jacket from where it was thrown over the back of a dining chair. She slips her arms through the sleeves and zips it all the way up. “So, what exactly do those boys have planned?”

Truthfully, she just as oblivious as Cass is. Neither Eugene or Lance had given her more details than to meet them outside of their building and to make sure they’re wearing all black- socks included. Despite her concerns, she did her best to meet their instructions digging out some old leggings she had at the bottom of her drawer and adding her classic denim jacket. Black wasn’t really her colour of choice, it’s too dark for her tastes, and so she struggled a lot more than she thought to find something to wear. Cassandra, on the other hand, had no problem and was already dressed head to toe in black when she told her about their plans. She’s followed Rapunzel with the black leggings, but has spiced it up a little with a lacy top and a leather jacket. If you’re going to get in trouble, do it in style she had said when she walked out of her room earlier.

Rapunzel turns to face the hallway mirror, pulling the base of her ponytail to tighten it. “I don’t know, but they were very specific about this being a secret.”

“Drama nerds” Cass whines from behind her, moving forward to meet Rapunzel’s reflection in the mirror.

Rapunzel smiles sweetly back at her. “Do I look mission ready?”

Leaning down, Cass plants a loud kiss on her jacket covered shoulder. “Library boy won’t know what hit him.”

“Shut up.”

When they eventually make it out of their building, Lance and Eugene are making good on their promise and are already waiting for them outside. They’re both dressed in black, each with two flashlights in hand and smiling up at them as they walk the rest of the distance over the courtyard. She notices that Lance has a backpack over one shoulder and is sporting two dark stripes on each of his cheeks. It’s the first thing she points out when she reaches them.

“Planning on going to war?” she asks, wrapping her arms around herself. Apparently, they’ve chosen one of the coldest nights to do - whatever it is they’re doing.

Lance straightens up, face going serious and extends both his arms out to her. “These are your lifeline. Be careful how you use them.” He says it like a command and completely out of nowhere- not at all the greeting she was expecting.

“Okay” she drags out, squinting her eyes in confusion. Lance stays silent, pushing the flashlights forward until she gets the massage and takes them both. Cassandra rolls her eyes when she tries to give her hers, turning her body away in complete protest. It may be dark, but the disapproval of her friend is as clear as day and she wonders what kind of plan for Lance she is currently conjuring up in her head. Nothing good she assumes. She keeps hold of the torch, hanging it loosely by her side in case Cass changes her mind.

“Once it starts, we won’t have much time, so we all have to play our part” Lance says, reaching to open his backpack and pull out a rolled-up piece of paper. He unrolls it in front of them, stretching it out to reveal a poorly drawn map of campus. There are small dots and lines of varying colours scatted all over the diagram and she thinks she can see their names labelling some of them.

Holding in her laugh, she looks up at Eugene for any help in understanding what’s going on. “Once what starts exactly?”

He’s standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, watching his friend with an unimpressed expression. “We’re going to break into the theatre.”

“We’re going to what?”

“Shh!” Lance interrupts. “We can’t get caught before we’ve even started.”

Cassandra breaks out into laughter, fake laughter, the kind of laughter you know is just to taunt. She throws her hand over her chest and leans forward in exaggeration. “Are you serious? You’re telling me you made us come out in the middle of the night to break into a school theatre?”

“Oh, he’s serious” Eugene clicks on his flashlight, moving it until it’s beam focuses on Rapunzel. “It’s not too late to back out, Princess.” He says the last part with a smirk, his eyes shining in the dark, fully making fun of his best friend. She knows this is payback for how she teamed up with Lance in the Cafe.

She shakes her head. “I’m all in if you are.”

He shrugs happily. “I guess I’m all in then.”

“Seriously?” Cassandra whines “you made me cancel my plans to help two idiots break into a campus building that has absolutely no value or worth?”

“The building has no worth, no.” Eugene says, moving closer to Cassandra, and he really is brave for doing so. One eyebrow raises as he purses his lips in thought. “But the reward, maybe.”

“A reward?”

“Hmm, but it’s only for those who participate.”

Cassandra stares at him and Rapunzel can tell she’s considering it. If there’s one thing Cass loves, it’s free stuff and she would do just about anything to get it-including breaking and entering. Rapunzel smiles as she watches her go through the waves of emotion, from hating every second of this to being angry that she might just want to participate. Eugene’s smiling too, a slow satisfied smirk, knowing that he’s won, and Rapunzel might just burst. Confidence is a good look on him.

“Fine.” Cass spits out eventually, snatching the torch off Rapunzel and shinning the light directly into Lance’s face. He’s not phased at all, eyes too busy scanning his makeshift map. “You better have a good plan.”

Apparently, he does have a plan, calling it a good one though might be a bit of a stretch. According to Eugene, the aim of this night is to be the first team to successfully break into the theatre, take a picture standing centre stage and post it online without getting caught. It seems it’s harder than expected tough as no one has quite managed to complete it all the way through in at least a few years. Lance, however, seems determined that this year is the year of victory vowing that he will not graduate until he’s beaten it.

He went on to explain that this year with the addition of the two new members, it gives them an advantage, giving them more chances to reach the finish line. All members of the team must be caught for a group disqualification and this way, with them all spit up, it's hard to get caught. The first part of Lance's plan is seemingly easy, they need to cross campus without being seen. At this time of night, the area is pretty much abandoned anyway, just a few stragglers going from party to party or a night owl studying. No one is really paying attention to four students running across campus in ridiculous black outfits and carrying flashlights.

They do have fun with it though, just because they can, jumping over benches and rolling over the grass mission impossible style. She’s hiding pressed up behind a wall, pausing to snap a quick picture, when she feels Eugene collapse next to her, his shoulder pushed up against hers. His breath is a little laboured and it makes her laugh, out of all them he seems to be the one going overboard. He almost broke his ankle scaling a fence instead of just using the already unlocked gate.

He turns to face her, wiggling his eyebrows. “Having fun?”

“Honestly?” she smiles, shaking her head. “I am.”

“Good.” Even in the dark that smile is doing weird things to her heart. “Because once things start to get serious, I can’t have you thinking I’m weird or something.”

“This isn’t serious?”

“Not even close. Lance hasn’t even broken out the codes names yet.”

She snorts. “Let me guess, yours is something nerdy and poetic.”

He shrugs shyly and the movement against her own arms send shivers down her spine. “He changes them each time we do this, so it will be as much of a surprise to me.”

She looks up at him, eyes filled with mischief. “Does he have a name for me?”

“He adores you, so I don’t think you have to worry.”

“And what would you call me?”

He pushes up from the wall and stands in front of her, eyes scanning her up and down. It makes her close in on herself a little, not used to being stared at like this, but it’s not entirely uncomfortable. She doesn’t know if that’s because it’s almost completely dark where they’re standing or because it’s Eugene that’s looking.

His eyes meet hers again, one corner of his mouth curving in a smirk. “Blondie.”

She rolls her eyes as she scoffs. “How original.”

He’s about to say something in retaliation when her phone starts ringing, a little too loud for the silence of the night. She pulls it from her pocket and quickly puts it on silent before Lance yells at her for ruining the mission. She reads the message on the screen and giggles.

“It’s Cass” she says, looking back at Eugene who still staring at her. “She needs rescuing from Lance.”

“Well we better get going” he says, moving his flashlight over to the path next to them. He stands there for a moment, smiling softly, before extending his arm out to her, his hand being offered to take. “Shall we?”

She stares at him, mouth slightly open, and places her hand in his. “Let’s go.”

His hand tightens around hers, gripping gently, before he’s pulling her from the wall and breaking out into a run. They both try to keep their laughs quiet as they run through campus, ducking every now and again behind buildings and cars when they see another team in the distance. It’s what makes this fun, the sense of competition. Eugene pulls her along, his steps bigger than hers, until they can see Cassandra sat on the floor against a tree tapping away on her phone. Lance is stood next to her, frowning down, and it looks like he’s giving her some type of lecture.

“Do you have any respect for the arts?” Lance is whispering when they approach.

“Not at all.” Cass says bored.

“What is it you are actually study again? You don’t seem the intelligent type.”

“I’m not the what?” She snaps, locking her phone and jumping up, stare meeting his. She starts to take a step forward when Rapunzel leaps on her, arms locking around her waist to keep her in place. Cassandra snaps her teeth and Lance screeches appropriately. “You want to say that again drama boy?”

He stays quiet which is probably the best for everyone.

Taking the lead, Eugene steps forward and points his light over to the wall next to them, revealing the stage door sign hanging above. It’s still dark which means they’re the first ones here – one of the requirements of the mission being to turn it on- and she can see it sends a wave of relief washing over Lance. According to their run down earlier, this is only how far he’s manged to get before being tapped out by security. Hopefully, it’s enough for now to keep him and Cass from killing each other.

Nodding her head towards the door, she turns her focus to Lance. “Now what mastermind?”

Cass mutters something at that but everyone ignores it, Lance straightening himself up back into leader mode. “Now, it’s your turn. Have you got the pin?”

Humming, she digs around in her pocket and produces two bobby pins as he requested earlier. She doesn’t have time to ask what he needs them for before Eugene is swiping them up and begins making his way over to the door. They all follow suit, Cassandra falling behind, sneaking across the grass until they all huddle under the small brick archway. Slowly, Eugene gets on his knees in front of the door signalling to Lance to shine his light over the lock, Rapunzel being told to stand guard. Below her, Eugene seamlessly inserts the pin in the lock and begins moving it back and forth searching for the inner mechanism.

“You’ve done this before?” she asks, a little impressed and a bit concerned.

He glances at her quickly, his eyes a little cold and cut off, before going back to the task at hand. “A few times, when I was a kid.” He goes quiet and continues to work, the only sound the clicking of metal as Eugene works the pin and the lock pops opens. Lance lets out a small squeal before quieting himself with a hand over his mouth. He gives his friend a high five in thanks and moves to pull the door open. He freezes in the threshold and turns to the group, a wide smile on his face.

“Ready?”

“Ready” Rapunzel whispers back the same time as Cassandra moans a “Hell no.”

After flicking on the stage door sign, Lance leads the way through the theatre choosing to skip the traditional hallways and take them through the back-utility area. It’s a tight squeeze, only enough for them to stay in single file, different coloured wires and ropes hanging from the ceiling and draped on the floor. Her foot gets caught a few times sending her falling into Cassandra behind her, earning her a small “idiot” from her friend. They duck under beams and step over boxes and climb a ladder at the end of the hallway, Lance wincing at how loud it rattles.

He pauses at the top, keeping a lookout as the rest of them climb their way up and over into what appears to be the control room. There are computers and control tables filling the room, a window ahead of them overlooking the stage. Thankfully, it’s blissfully empty. From his position upfront, Lance turns around and smiles wide, the face of success.

“Ready for the fun part?” He whispers, shutting off his torch and nodding at them to do the same. The room is bathed in complete darkness except from the blinking green light coming from the security camera up above.

“There’s a fun part to this?” Cassandra says, taking off her jacket and wrapping it around her waist.

“Yes, because now we run.”

“Run to where?” Rapunzel asks, keeping her voice hushed.

Eugene turns to face her, smirk forming, before suddenly taking off and running out of the room. She watches on in confusion, it only clicking when she can see something moving beyond the window, running down the stairs in between the seats towards the stage. A small yelp echoes through the theatre as he makes it to the stage, turning his light back on, illuminating him as he twirls and jumps in a circle.

Lance grabs her by the arm and begins pulling her out the room, Rapunzel following suit and dragging Cass behind her. The three of them pause at the top of the stairs, sharing glances with each other, before they take off flying down the theatre. She can’t see very clearly, her hair flying with the wind she’s making, but she doesn’t care, she’s never had this much fun before. Lance is ahead of her taking two steps at a time and cheering the closer he gets; she can even hear Cass let out something close to a laugh behind her. She can't help but throw in a cheer of her own. When they reach the bottom, they jump up onto the stage, Rapunzel and Lance shedding their jackets as they lean over out of breath.

Eugene strolls over to them, light held under his chin, laughing. “You guys need to exercise more.”

Lance shoots him a grimace. “Not all of us can be parkour experts, Eugene.”

Cassandra perks up a little at that, sending him an impressed smile. “Parkour? Nice.”

He preens under her compliment, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“Alright” Lance begins, standing up and gaining his breath back. “We need the photo otherwise this whole thing would be for nothing.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that.” Cassandra says and she can see Lance wince a little in fear at the grin on Cassandra’s face.

Avoiding her at all costs, Lance shuffles them into a circle and pulls out his phone, ushering them closer to snap a picture for their proof. They all turn their lights back on, setting the stage alight, giving him the best light for the photo, the camera pointing down to their shoes all on the centre stage mark. They’re all a bit out of breath and still aware that the task is not yet done – they now must escape security free- but it’s nice just standing there taking it all in.

It’s not the mission that really matters to Rapunzel, but the people around her. For so long it’s been just her and Cass and that’s been more than she could ask for, she wouldn’t trade her for anything, but somehow adding Lance and Eugene to the duo feels like the best thing to do. These past two weeks of hanging out with Eugene have been some of the best she’s had since she started college and now with Lance in the mix- it feels as though they just blend together seamlessly. Two halves becoming a whole.

“So, are we just going to stand here or?” Cass speaks up, breaking the silence and her sentimental thought she has going on. Cass would disagree with her about this four-piece thing.

Lance takes a step back, flinging his arms out to the side, and throwing her a wink. He turns to his phone and begins swiping until the opening beats of a song start to play faintly. “Now my scary friend, we celebrate.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to dance.” Cass mumbles, planting her head in the palm of her hand.

It’s too late. Lance bends to drop his phone on the floor and begins stepping side to side, swinging his hips as he goes. It’s a little off beat and the moves don’t match the heavy bass of the song, but he’s waving his arms and adding a bounce to his steps and it’s glorious. He throws his head back as he spins, miming along to the lyrics trying to keep as quiet as possible. When he stops, he stares at Eugene, an eyebrow raised, and starts shimmying over to his giggly friend. Eugene almost looks like he’s doubled over in laughter, a fond smile on his face as he moves closer to join in. Lance throws his arms around Eugene’s neck and leads Eugene in a waltz around the stage.

She can see from the corner of her eye Cass has stopped moaning enough to pull out her phone and start filming the pairs attempt at a dance routine. There also may be a hint of a smile on her lips. Rapunzel chooses to watch them fondly, laughing every time Lance gets spun under Eugene’s arm or when Lance picks up Eugene and spins him in a circle. They nearly trip over each other when they both begin running around, leaping and spinning and Eugene even throws in a perfectly executed back flip.

“I have to admit” Cassandra says next to her, phone still focused on the boys. “The boy’s got moves.”

“Yeah?” she throws her a smile.

“Yeah. I like him.” Her head nods towards Lance, who’s now doing some version of the Macarena. “That one though, he’s on my bad list.”

Rapunzel snorts, turning away just in time to see Eugene approach her, flashlight now on the floor and his arm already outstretched. “Can I have this dance?” he asks, voice deep and proper and he even bows down to amp up to whole prince vibe.

She places her hand across her chest in awe and gives him a small curtsy in return. “You can.”

Eugene beams when she puts her hand in his and he starts pulling her further down the stage, spinning her in a circle under his arm. Giving her a tug, he pulls her easily towards him, close enough that they’re chest to chest, and drags her arm up and over until it’s draped around his shoulder. He laces their already joint hands together all the whilst his eyes keep focus on hers. If she thought having him stare at her in the studio was intense, then she has no idea what to call this. Warmth is spreading from her fingertips right down to her toes as he keeps staring, his thumb brushing back and forth gently on her skin. He pulls his teeth between his lips shyly and she is hit with an urge to draw it.

“Do you know how to waltz? He asks softly, moving his free hand until it’s resting on her waist. She silently curses her past self for taking off her jacket, his touch burning through the thin material of her shirt. She’s positive she’s moments away from melting.

“Not really.”

He smiles and she thinks this is the best way to see it, from this close up. “Just follow my lead.”

She only has time to nod before he starts moving them around the stage, stepping back and forth and taking them around in a large circle. It’s not a traditional waltz, far from it, and it’s turning into the two of them skipping from left to right instead. She can hear Lance laughing at them as they swing by and even Cass is shouting her praises when Eugene dips her down low. He lifts her back up straight and pulls her tight against his chest, nose brushing hers ever so slightly. She can feel every sharp breath he lets out, both from the breath fanning across her face and his chest rising and falling against hers.

“Not bad for your first time.” He whispers it against her and she has to do everything she can to stop from falling over or from saying something stupid.

Apparently, she doesn’t have to because suddenly the main theatre lights are being turned on, the four of them turning towards the entrance, Lance scrambling to turn off the music. There’s a security guard stood at the top the stalls, flashlight in one hand and her keys in the other, frowning down at them on the stage.

“What are you doing in here?” She calls, sounding annoyed.

They all stare at her for a few moments more, a quick glance between themselves, before they all take off running. They abandon their torches and their jackets and jump off the stage, choosing to take the stairs opposite the guard and run towards the entrance at the top. They make it quite easily - security probably not having enough strength to deal with students at this time of night - and are out of the theatre before they know it. They don’t stop running though, they continue full speed as they cross campus, passing the other teams who clap them when they pass. They’re all laughing now, even Cassandra, howling out into the night as they escape, young and free.

With all the rush she hadn’t noticed it at first, had just ran with it, but as they cross the road to her building she looks down and sees it, her heart fluttering at the sight.

Eugene is still holding her hand.

#tangled #tangled fanfiction #new dream #new dream fanfiction #mmam

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sarah-sandwich · 3 years

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one and six <3

Thanks Zach!!

1) Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Lemon Boy is my main drive right now (parkner, post-endgame, slow burn, harley-centric). I’m super excited about it! This weekend I had a big boom of ideas for it that created a lot more work for me in the long run but it’s gonna be amazing. The main sub-plot is that Harley is renovating his uncle’s old house so each Harley chapter is going to start with a copy of his to-do list with old completed items crossed off and grayed out and freshly completed items crossed out in red. I think it’ll be a fun visual way to keep track of the progress on the house while also showing the progression of time between chapters (the entire fic spans over a year so I need all the help I can get)

For every 2 Harley chapters there’s going to be one Peter chapter and instead of the list I’m going to head it with a terrible spider-man doodle with the implication that Peter is the one drawing them. Hopefully I can pull this one off. I’m more worried about the quality of the scanned image than my artistic abilities (i’m sure I can produce bad stick-figure art lmao) but i’m waiting on a new power cord in the mail before I can test it out.

But yeah I wrote like 7k over the weekend, set up a solid start to the fic, and got my outline sorted out so right now I’m kind of in sprint mode, riding the wave until it runs out and I need a break.

I think what I love most is the themes of growth and healing and accepting loss and the different ways people carry grief. Either that or what a snarky little shit Harley is and how him and Peter dance around each other and give each other headaches but ultimately learn how to be each other’s shelter in the storm

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Peter. It’s so hard to choose because I love Harley a lot and I’ve recently started writing from MJ’s POV and she’s really fun too, but Peter I like especially because he’s so dynamic. He can be a hyper-competent smart-ass loud-mouth cracking puns and beating up bad guys and then one scene later he’s a stuttering anxious disaster man, setting his own house ablaze and trying to put out the flames with half a can of red bull and a used napkin

#ask games #mine #thanks!!#yeeharley #sswrites

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years

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Reasons to Smile

Kanene's Notes:

Reasons to smile:

Today wasn't a sunny day, and I wake up early, which was pretty cool so that way I had time to finally finish my fanfic and post it. Oh, I have internet, and this is also awesome, since I can show this fanfic and talk with you all because of it. And the fun thing about Sun is that is okay the fact that it wasn't showing up a lot today because you guys alone are enough to light up my day and warm my heart. So thank you for being here and being so strong in these tough times, my lollipop!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Roman!Patton and Ler!Patton/Ler!Virgil/Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic LAMP/CALM).

*Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 4.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I'm very happy I finally managed to finalize this fanfiction! I made an personal goal to make to each one of the Light Sides a tickle fic focused on them specifically (Virgil = Vulnerable; Logan = It started when... ; Patton = Patton has a secret) and that was the last one! I'm already starting another project which I hope to post soon, so donut worry! I will be opening my Ask Box for prompts, however I will make a post about it, soon! <3

* E a versão em português brasileiro!

* Masterpost in case you wanna see my others works! <3

*Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, read a good story, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Roman felt he was the least heroic hero from all the Mind Palace. It was horrible, like a sensation which seemed to start in his chest, in that deepest part of him where the soul is, and began to spread through all his body. First his throat, making it dry and with tons and tons of lost words never said, then it went to his stomach, leading it to weight as much as his legs, which didn’t felt have any strength left to stand or move in any direction; his eyes looked as dikes about to broke and flood everything in they way, and, in the end, he didn’t felt any cold, however this didn’t stopped him from drow himself in tons of comforters and teddy bears just like he currently was.

As he said before: Not even a drop of heroism.

The soft, warm pile moved some time later as the prince emerged from it, not completely healed, but at least a little better after the nap he had. His hand moved with a flourish in the air, summoning Crofter’s, because he was addicted to this jelly after the musical video, and started to eat, feeling his face getting dirty with his own clumsy actions already inserted in his being.

Jelly on his face, messy hair, tired, sleepy eyes… Yep, definitely these were the ‘royal days’ which any Fairy Tale ever utter. None chapter mentioning, explaining how were the thousands of days in the tower waiting, dreaming; not a page dedicated to the lonely afternoons wandering through the forest in seek of a beauty lady with skin pale as snow, or even some phrases about the months surrounded and arrested in himself that Maui had to struggle and neither three or four verses about all the sleepless nights watered in guilty that the Beast had gone through.

Perhaps, it was because in the end…

- Nobody cares that much. - The words sounded even tougher when left his lips and Roman felt himself squirm as if it had inflicted a physical blow. He shook his head, knowing very well the bottomless well he was burying himself into.

He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer picking up the old-looking folder, with a single draw of a feather outlined with glitter in its cape. He leaned on the bed’s headboard and opened the emergency folder for ‘heroic moments not so heroic of life’ as he liked to call it.

There were all that intimate stories. The ones we do just for ourselves. The arts in which we are inserted in the world that we chose in the way we wish… Stories with a plot very much deeper that the one traced on papers and the chats and scenes which that had already been turned over, reinvented and transformed again and again and again in the mind of the creative aspect. Took a good sip of air and released slowly in the paper with doodles at the edges. The traces and dialogues started to float from them and dance in the wind, recreating, reorganizing and materializing themselves in the characters, places and contexts previously determined. His trace was light and clear, seeming to flow slightly and naturally with the wind as his room began to take a form of a magnificent forest.

Roman observed the stories unfold before him, sporadically remembering the jokes he had written much longer ago and the trail each action leaded the character. He remembered also the ideas he had when wrote every single one of these words and how much happy he was just by the simple fact he was putting them on lines, without even realizing it Roman found himself with a small smile finding way to his features along with some salty drops pioneering trails down his cheeks and his hand centimeters away from the holograms, doomed to his destiny of always being capable to have any scenario, character and plot at his fingertips, but nothing more than that.

His not so optimal thoughts were pulled out of him when laughter and teasing cut the place and almost automatically made a pleasant shivers ran across his body. Now a real smile took over his face without he even noticing it, his eyes attentive to every detail of the protagonist being pinned in the floor and attacked by his other two friends.

Not a common attack, of course, because Roman could be anything but ‘common’. That, as the majority of the stories, which were in that folder, was a story developed around… tickling.

So, nothing more fair than the principal character, being the hurried and naturally inattentive adventurer who he was (and because in the last day he had a problematic night) didn’t noticed that, when he went to land the ship he forgot to do the necessary procedures before it (he would need to question Logan about the functions from a ship’s painel control later) and because of that the automobile suffered severe damage by the time it hit the ground. Then, nothing more fair than, while the ship was being repaired, both of his best friends tickled him by the same amount of time (which, sure, was a lie, because they would stop immediately when noticed his ‘victim’ had researched his limit. However, the merely possibility of that happens and the teasing they directed towards him about this only made the entire situation more ticklish and playful.)

(What? It was like said: the thing put on the paper is only the beginning of the whole iceberg behind the plot.)

When a story was over, the words returned floating to the paper where they belonged, the scribbles being again fixed, and then Roman took another one and brought it to life, sometimes closing his eyes in order to concentrate even more on the laughter and try to visualize fingers dancing in his most ticklish spots.

Just the thoughts about it leaded to ghost sensations ran across his entire spine. The papers fell with each story that ended and floated gracefully to the ground, because, later he would busy himself with the task of tidying up all that mess.

Later.

(~*~)

He left his room, already having organized it and saved his little folder back to its original place (one story was missing, probably lost in some corner of his forest. He would care about this another day, though. He was tireeeeeed.). He was interrupted some quick times by Thomas seeking to discuss new goals and dreams they could perceive in the next moths and someday in the future, which made him to be late for the dinner and, consequently, his entire routine after meal, and it was for that reason which at ten at night the aspect of passion and creativity was washing his clothes for the next video, that may or may not would be in the morning. Something which made him almost pray to not rain in the next day so he wouldn’t need to take his vestments to dry in the forest in his room.

Since it was almost IMPOSSIBLE to find anything by own will and not literally tripping over them (Not that this ever happened before with his teddy bear which went there to take some sunlight after a particularly strong storm in the Mind Place. Pffff. Of course not. Prince doesn’t stumble, or have teddy bear neither!! Who told you that??) in that indomitable world just as the creativity...

Wait…

Ah, that was why this world was his room and he is the aspect of creativity and… aaahh! Now the things made sense...

My goshly gosh, now he was beginning to look for logic in the pieces of his routine. OK. Red alert. Abort Mission! Sad days made him WAY too philosophical and like Logan. Abort Mission!

His foot leaded him to the living room, letting the washing machine do its job, his mind in a battle to decide which Disney to watch and which ones had duration just a bit longer than the washing process. His eyes landed in the television and his body froze for a piece of second.

“Reasons to smile today”

That's what the paper stuck to the device's screen said. It was a notebook’s common paper, the words scribbled a bit stronger than the necessary amount, however this wasn’t the cause of the guardian of dreams and passion stop in the way to his happiness.

And yes what that phrase meant.

It was a Logan’s idea (amaze!) which emerged in a particularly difficult period for Thomas.

It was really simple, to be honest: every day all the sides got together, more specifically in the breakfast, and told at least one reason to smile and look forward that day. Usually it was Patton who listed more than half of the reasons in almost every meetings, them being memories, peoples or places, e that constantly managed to rip out a good smile and that warm, cozy feeling in their chest.

But, when the moral aspect was feeling too much down for the activity, Roman always jumped with a good future, those where all their dreams were accomplished, Logan always brought some good memories and neutral facts and Virgil always came with someone. One supported the other and vice versa.

Those were really tough moments, nevertheless also were the moments which consolidated them as a famILY.

The royal member held de paper, the entire room bathed in a silence in which he could swear to amplificate his heartbeats. It was possible to notice there was something written in the back of it, so he turned it.

“Your unwavering courage.”

The lights went off and two hands digged in his sides, a scream getting stuck in his throat and his reflexes to punch what touched him was equally restrained by THAT specific sensation.

- NAHAHAHAHAHA! – His laughter was quick to fill each piece of the silent before installed in the place, his own hands swinging from left to right without really managing to do something, completely different from the ones which attacked him, each single finger mixing between wriggling, kneading, trembling and giving an extra special attention to every inch it could research. He quivered, his legs weakening with the flow of laughter. - WHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO I-I-IS - A particularly mean poke in his lowest rib made his voice to fail, a new shade of blush painting his features. - ACK! - An amused snort could be heard from behind him, the tickling fingers found the new sound interesting and now spent their time slowly spidering up and down his ribs. Light, quick and crazy tickles dancing and spreading with each touch. - nahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

He knew this game, knew how to play it. He just needed to find out who was attacking him. Whilst his squirming, his hands tried to hold or touch anything from who was behind him. A hint. Any hint.

Roman grabbed a wrist. It was uncovered, but there was fabric right behind it. Just one of them wore clothes long-sleeved - His thoughts seemed to run and vanish as fast as the squeaks and yelps between his hearty laughter - Just one of them wore vestments long-sleeved…

The unknown wrist released itself from his hold, quickly deviating its attention to his upper ribs. His legs weakened and he fell in the ground, the tickling following all his moves and don’t stopping to attack him with light kneads and pinches, even with all his fighting.

- Anahahahahahahahah-anahahahahaha!!! - His eyes closed in attempt to focus for the name slip already, but his laughter seemed to control all his breath and mind. -ANXIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHETY! NAHAhahahaha!!

The fingers slowed down, almost stopping, which allowed the aspirant of royalty finally take some deep quick, delightful breathes, his low and wobbly giggles intertwined with fast squeals being fed up by two index fingers that still poking and lightly teasing that exact spot that connect his armpits and ribs.

- Thahahahahank Beyohohohohcé.

- Tsc. - The purple aspect clicked his tongue and even though everything was bathed into darkness, Roman could perfectly imagine the expression in the other’s face. A sharp look. A marvelous smirk. Uh oh - We work with names here, Squeaky Princey.

F U C-

- Nononohohoho! wAHAHAHAHAHAIT- He even attempted to escape, sure, but was already giggling even before the hands came back to his sides in full speed. His laughter exploded from his lips, his legs and arms also dancing and struggling without any real effort and his eyes closing tightly.

This jerk had told his name a few days ago and KNEW that none of them has get used to call him by that yet. He k n e w.

- YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOUR STUHUHUHUHUUHUHUHP-NO! WHAHAHAHAHAHA-WHAHAHAHAHAIT!! - Snort. More high-pinched uncontrollable laughter. Squeal. More laughter. Did one of them belong to the emo side or did he imagined it? - LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME T-T-THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK!!!

Roman could feel the name in the tip of his tongue, somewhere between his loud and attention demanding crackles. Yes, right there, between his bright, mesmerizing smile and that warmth in his chest that seemed to spread through all across his face. He felt like would melt at any moment. Since when his smile could get this big?

- VIRHIHIHIHIHIHIHIGIL!!! IT IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL!!!

- Ding ding ding. – The lights went on again and the royal aspect deposited his hands on the floor, his remain giggles flowing from his mouth as those butterflies and that cozy sensation kept flying in his stomach. - Strike.

- Yohohohou will feel my rahahahahag- However, when he turned, blushed features and teary eyes, to see the fear in his enemy's face as he uttered his promise of vengeance, the prince only found nothing. A gigantic piece of void where the purple one should be standing. The sheet preserved itself in the ground, calm and plain, in the same position he had left it, as it mocked about all the mess that happened seconds ago.

- Who are you looking at, subject? - But the sparkles in his eyes removed any heat of his words.

He went to the laundry and now headed to his room. Being completely honest, he didn't felt a single drop of will to sleep right now, the previous ‘attack’ continued as a mystery. Of course, they all were extremely close, but... tickles? It have been a long time since this artifice was used among them. It was something almost as old as that phrase or that game…

Ok. Something was smelling really strange here.

Maybe it was his new cologne which- No, wait, Roman! Focus, focus!

Maybe it was…

An adventure.

And what kind of royalty he would be if he denied an adventure?

Unsheathed his sword and kept his track to his room, confident and brave footsteps echoing in the hallway.

A quick and muffled ‘thump’ could be heard from his room, which automatically activated all the instincts from the extra side, because of that, in a matter of few seconds the wooden object was already being thrown in the ground by a smiley Roman, who managed to support himself in the only feet that didn’t hurted, since apparently, knocking -ha!- a door down with one (or more, shhh) kick can have consequences (How he was supposed to know?).

- BOW TO YOUR PRINCE AND MAY I DECIDE TO SPARE YOU! - His heroic pose was totally ignored, because the place was empty. His eyes analyzed each corner and each shadow, without really finding anything that give the slightest tip that any other life being beyond him even stepped there.

And then his gaze bumped in a shiny, polished black shoe, half completely hidden under his bed, making a danger joyful grin to spread in his features. All his shoes were Disney tematic and had their own day and outfit and any of them had this shade of black.

(Maybe the Ursula’s one was the one that looked more like, but even with this in mind it was very distinguishable the difference between a dark-purple and a basic dark, please!)

His footsteps leaded him quietly, a perfect contrast with all the shouting from pieces of time ago. He slowly bent down, prepared to grab the shoe and whoever was wearing it and…

- HA! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD TRICK M- Good point: The shoe came easily out. Bad point: it was because it was empty, which was the reason for his glorious victory statement being, and and very rudely by the way, interrupted. Roman indignantly scoffed; he refused to let the victory escape so easily through his fingers! He was the embodiment of dreams, persistence and hope and he. wouldn’t. give. up. so. easily!!

Inflated by his own enthusiasm, the royal side knelt down, noticing only a paper on the floor in a place a little further under his bed. Just a little crawl was necessary to solve the problem, with a gleam of determination in his glare Roman firmly held the hint, excitedly bouncing his legs, the only part of his body that wasn’t covered by the furniture.

"Your persistence and mind of an untamed nature."

Before he could even process a bit more the meaning contained in the words, which apparently were a continuation from previous paper, the prince felt a strong arm embrace his ankles, his shoes being removed with a slowly calm that didn’t related with the adrenaline which exploded in himself and now across his arteries. His ‘mind of an untamed nature’ understanding exactly what was about to happen and finding zero ways to run away from his fate.

- NO!!! Don’t you dare!! - One of his shoes fell with a muffled hit on the ground. - I-I… hehehe…! - Giggles began to took over his throat. His other shoe fell as well, a cold, excited shiver ran down his spine. - No!! - A finger lightly positioned itself in the exact center of his feet, all his nerves vibrated in expectation. - NononononNo!

The finger started to scratched softly, its nail slided without a single bit of hurry across his feet in a move that went from the tip of his toes to his heel, just to add another finger in the movement and calmly repeat the pattern over and over and over and over… Until all his five stupid tickly fingers were tickling him.

Roman tried to escape from the gap in his ankle, his eyes as tighten as his lips, refusing to brake his barrier.

The one who ‘attacked’ changed his technique a few times, going from circular motions to quick scribbles, however, he hasn’t rewarded with more than some muffled squeaks and snorts from the other. The fingers moved away, giving Prince time enough to recover profusely his breath, almost don’t hearing the soft humming which filled the air for some little pieces of heartbeats.

Roman already had the name in the tip of his tongue. The letter alone was enough of a clue, albeit… the possibility to finish with the playing caused a part of himself to quiver sadly. He didn’t wished to end with this moment… No… In truth…

He didn’t wanted this feeling to end. A feeling that made him excited, electric, feeling like he could run fifty kilometers nonstop. This sentiment, which automatically produced a smile in his features and made he really believes, realizes that he was…

Was loved.

Perhaps it was this the reason that his mouth opened even before his brain processed his provocation, challenger tune that impregnated his next words:

- Há! My dear enemy! Your faux fighting techniques would never be able to defeat a prince like mí! - The creativity side could feel the anticipation, the danger sign glowing in a bright red, and launched his final card: his cocky laughter (and extremely natural. Of course, he never trained hours and hour in a diversity of tunes and expressions in front of his mirror. Humpft. Of course not. That was one of princes’ natural gifts.) of victory.

The same that was interrupted seconds after by the twenty nails that scratched the absurdly, extremely ticklish skin under his toes. Roman could swear that not even in his years of theater he managed to achieve this high tune.

- Ohohohohoh! NohohohohohOHOHOHOhohohoho! – His head shook desperately, his legs bouncing and fight for their lives and freedom, his laughter, now breathless and full of half pleas of mercy, dancing through his room.

A part of himself, one which wasn’t maddened with all this tickling, all the fingers that attacked merciless every little centimeter of his feet and his reverberated laughter, fought against his flight instincts, leading the whole scribbles, pokes and wriggles to find the minimum of resistance as possible (Not that the Tickler will ever know it, sure.)

- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE - A nail found a very particularly sensible spot right under his big toe releasing a series of snorts and yelps throughout his already uncontrollable, wobbly laughter. The tickling was unbearable, but in a very different, more lightly, way than the previous attack, and that was making him crazy. - PleasepleasepleAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSEHEHEHE!! NAHAHAHAhahahahHAHAHAHahahahahaHAHAHAHA!!

Roman persisted for a few more seconds, his entire body, despite the tickles being focused in just one place, squirmed. He only allowed the name to slip for his tongue when his laughter and giggles, it depended from the spot and apparently his ‘enemy’ wasn’t satisfied in choose just one, started to steal his breath. His hand hit the cold floor of his room.

- LOGAN!!! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT IS Lohohohhohohohogan!!

The tickles were decreasing until finally stop, making the tingles in his soles not as intense as the that took over his ribs and sides before in the living room. Roman, in the exact moment, which felt the gap in his ankle to weaken, pulled his feet closer, rubbing them.

- Undoubtedly correct. - It could be his tickled mind pranking him, but the dreamer could swear he heard a hint of amusement in the other’s voice. It didn’t took longer for the prince to catch the characteristic sound of sinking, which resulted him quickly attempting to get out of under the bed to reach the one with glasses, after all, their battle hadn’t ended yet!!

- Wait right there! Don’t you freaking dare to- And, once again, his sentence was interrupted. Now for a little snort that flied from his lips when the logic aspect ran softly his fingers at his feet, making the prince to retract in defense, giving him time enough to disappear with a smirk, half joyful and half cocky, adorning his face.

Roman really tried to be angry, but how much heated was his features and how much euphoric he was in the moment proved this action to be a little more difficult, which definitely wouldn’t aplacate his future revenge, of course.

Now, though, his only plan was to take a shower and then sleep. For that he forced his tired body to get up and head his bathroom, part smiling and part yawning. He opened his door and stretched, feeling his bones to crack and muscles to relax.

And then his gaze found the paper stuck in the mirror above his sink, his instinct screaming in a red alert for knowing very well the next step in this game.

- NO! - Maybe it was the tiredness, however, before he could turn around to try to stop the attack a pair of hands hit in his armpits, something that made his legs automatically to fail and every and any coherent thought be tossed away from his brain to a far far away. The laughter already falling in great waterfalls from his mouth.

- PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADREHEHE! - His real laughter, that specific one that only appears when his most ticklish spot is being attacked with the most ruthless tickles, was loud, thunderous and definitely an easy sound to be noticed from miles away, Roman almost could feel his blush to spread across his neck just imagining Logan and Virgil smiling as heard him reverberate around the house. – NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

- Ooooooh? - Patton’s playfully tune would be definitely impossible to hear if he wasn’t so close of his ears, his words leading to even more tickles and shivers in the other. - It seems that our little pretty prince here is ticklish? Coothie coothie coo! Oh, no! What are you gonna do? Huh? Huh? What our powerful, brave Prince Roman will do to escape from the Tickle Monster? Huh? Huh? Kitty Kitty Coo! My dear and ticklish prince!!

- NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO TEASIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHING, PAHAHAHAHAHATTON!

The creativity’s embodiment trashed back and forth, his head shaking, perhaps in attempts to remove all the red in his face, maybe trying to dislodge those fingers that poked, kneaded, drummed and tickled every available skin they could research. Tears began to accumulate in the corner of his eyes,

And, even with all his effort, his conscient parte still struggled against his instincts to escape and making him to get as close to the moral aspect as possible, almost laying on him.

- But how could I ever stop when knowing that this give me access to all these cute squeals? - A poke in the right place and Roman exemplified his words. Patton giggled. - Not mentioning this wonderful and melodious laugher, Roman! It is adorable!!! - The paternal side seemed as happy as he did, the royalty aspirant could feel their laughter in harmony, and maybe (maybe, only!) his heart had melted a little. Or it was just his tears falling from his eyes, his mind was a mess, okay? Don’t ask for details nor logic.

His laughter, high pinch squeals, snorts and breathless giggles endured for some more minutes before Roman pushed himself forward, laughing a plea to stop, which the one who wears cardigan promptly answered. They leaned against the wall, feeling the cold of the concrete aplacate the heat of the remaining giggles.

For some seconds both stayed in silence, calming down.

- Whahahat did you write?

- Huh? - Patton blinked a few times, leaving his thoughts and staring the other with a stunning smile.

- In the paper. I couldn’t read… And I expected a honest attack from you, padre! Attacking enemies from behind is very immoral!

- Hehehehe! - Genuine smile, hands up as an act of surrender. - Anything goes in love and war.

- Really bold words for someone so close from my fingers! - Roman showed an evil grin, punctuating each one of his words with pokes in the other’s belly, making him squirming in a sea of quick giggles, pushing his hands.

- You stop right there, mister! - Protested, his glare assuming a paternal glint. - Tomorrow we have a video to record and we need to sleep early! Thomas will need his creativity radiant and rested!

The prince whined, hands moving in exaggerated gestures and laying dramatically on the floor, following with his eyes as a smiling Patton stood up and pulled the paper from the mirror.

- Ah! I wrote: ‘Your golden heart!’, but I think I should have written about your stories! - Roman felt his blood freeze, a quick flashback from the morning passing before his eyes. The holograms, flying scenarios, sheets falling, Thomas calling him to do something, the lost paper… - They’re amazing and give really ncredible ideas.

His face suddenly looked as if it had been set on fire and for the first time in a long time the prince found himself speechless while the one with the glasses deposited the paper in his hands, kissed his forehead, wishing ‘Good night~’ before getting out, humming softly and disappeared from the other’s vision.

Roman buried his face in his hands, grunting in frustration, which wasn’t too much easy to do when a smile from ear to ear looked to be stuck in his features.

Yes, they had gave him a plenty of reasons to smile.

Maybe it was for that reason that most of the stories didn’t told about these days, these moments… Perhaps because they were from such great and strong heroism that it was almost impossible to be entirely put in just one plot.

And it was for that reason that Roman, while sitting on his bed, pencil and paper in hands, wanted to be the first one to do so.

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skeletaldarling · 4 years

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Chase The Fire Away Chapter 1

Planning This Wedding Is Going To Suck

AO3

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Summary: Remy and Virgil making wedding decisions and we meet Remus!

Ship: Sleepxiety, and platonic Intruality

Word Count: 1279

Warnings: Dark sides, Remus “The Duke”, blood drinking, blood, vampires

Virgil groaned as he rested his face in his arms on the table in front of him. “I hate this!”

Remy rubbed his fiance’s back from behind his chair. “I know, babes. I know. But we need a venue that works with our possible dates, and we need to pick one before anything else can happen.”

Virgil groaned louder and flopped back in his chair. “Planning this wedding is going to suck!”

Remy laughed, leaning down over Virgil to bump their noses together affectionately. “But then afterwards, we’ll be married. How does that sound, future Mr Sanders?”

Virgil sighed. “Pretty good,” he admitted.

“Mmm,” Remy hummed. “Pretty good.” He kissed Virgil slowly. “C’mon, baby. Help me pick a venue and then we’ll take a break.”

“Ugh…”

“Just give me a top three!” Remy insisted. “And I can take it from there, ’kay?”

Virgil sighed. “Fine.”

"Yes!" Remy peppered his cheeks with kisses. "Mm, thank you, baby!"

Virgil pulled Remy's hot pink wedding binder forward and flicked through his options.

Remy pointed as he explained the system. "Okay, they're organized by the dates each place was available, and I've already taken out places that couldn't do Fridays or weekends. Every date is next year, ranging between September and November, because I know my boo loves autumn."

Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Which leaves us with these nine places. Choose your top three while I make us some coffee."

"Okay, Emile's house and your dads' house are in here."

"Hey I asked before I added them, promise."

It took them a little while, and there was a lot of arguing over each other's reasoning. But finally, Virgil selected his favourites and Remy picked the top one. "What do you think, V?"

"I think we're getting married in your dads' back garden and you need to tell them before you forget."

"Okay fine," Remy grabbed his phone. "Go make me coffee."

"You just had coffee!"

"I'm thirsty!- Dad! Hi," Remy poked his tongue out at Virgil and went to talk to his dad in the living room. "Hey so we were just discussing venues…"

Virgil waited for him to finish the call before joining him in the lounge. Remy tossed his phone onto the couch. "No coffee?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous." He sat right next to him and straddled Remy's lap. "I'm thirsty."

Remy wiggled his eyebrows. Virgil just punched his arm. "Can I have a drink?"

"C'mere, boo." Remy moved his head to expose more of his neck and Virgil licked his lips, wasting no time in sinking his teeth into the soft, cocoa skin.

Remy grinned at the familiar feeling, he forced himself to wait a few moments before he squeezed Virgil's waist, signaling that it was time to stop.

Virgil pulled back, cleaned up any dripping blood and licked the bite mark to heal it.

Remy grinned, kissing Virgil's red stained lips. "Feel good?"

"Mhmm," Virgil licked his lips.

"Oh you're just too cute," Remy teased. "I love you."

"Love you too, Rem." Virgil grabbed the remote. "Now get comfy, we're watching Umbrella Academy again."

+++

Patton studied his English assignment with furrowed eyebrows as he walked down the hall. He had the whole weekend to finish it but he still wasn't quite sure what to do.

Patton felt himself trip and he yelped, falling to his knees with a painful slam. His books flew from his arms to the floor and Patton was suddenly very thankful he'd only been holding a couple of exercise books and a book he was halfway through reading. His laptop still safely tucked inside his bag.

Patton swallowed a curse and growled in frustration. There was a sudden clatter behind him and he turned to see the nearest locker had burst open spontaneously. Patton frowned and started grabbing his books when someone crouched down to help.

"Graceful," the stranger teased.

Patton blushed.

The stranger handed him the other two books. "I'm Remus."

"Thanks. Um, I’m Patton."

The two of them talked for the rest of the day, having heaps of classes in common and a similar route home.

Remus was sort of weird, and his humour was dark, but he was also funny and actually seemed pretty nice. He walked Patton home, and waved goodbye as Patton opened his gate.

"See ya!"

Patton waved. "Bye, Remus!"

Remus scampered off down the path again and Patton walked into his house. He set his bag by the door. "Dad?"

Emile was in the kitchen, wiping down the bench. "Hey, pumpkin. How was school?"

Patton shrugged. "School was school."

"Do anything new?"

"I have an English assignment due on Monday." Patton grabbed an apple. "And I met this guy, Remus. He's in a bunch of my classes. I like him."

"Yeah?" Emile smiled. "Good. I'm glad you made a friend."

Patton swallowed his mouthful of fruit. "I'm going to go do my English now."

"Have fun, honey."

Patton went up to his room with his computer and the rest of his apple. He sat on the window seat and set his computer on his lap, opening up his homework and staring at the screen until it made any sort of sense.

Patton could only work for maybe half an hour before his task became too boring for him to even be able to focus. He opened up Spotify and linked his computer to the blue speaker on his desk to play something distracting.

He leaned his head back against the wall behind him and looked around his room. It had been little under a month since he’d moved here and Emile and Logan had quickly taken care of his room, ensuring that Patton loved it.

His bed covers were grey and white striped but covered in a million pillows and cushions. There were two beanbags in the corner and above it were art prints of cats and dogs. Glow in the dark stars were scattered around the walls and ceilings, clumped together in mini groups. His desk was full of cute pens and notepads as well as proper art supplies. There was also a pin board that was already holding a few sketches and doodles.

Patton looked out the window at their back garden. He watched Logan’s vegetable patch and the flower bushes that lined the grass. The little wooden shed tucked in the corner. The one big tree that sat right in the centre of it all. It was pretty. Simple yes, but still very beautiful. A perfectly normal garden. That’s part of what appealed to Patton - the normality of living with Emile and Logan.

It was so nice and pretty here in this house, and his new dads were just so normal and kind to Patton. He liked the idea of ‘normal’ after a lifetime of being the weird orphan kid.

Patton watched a couple of birds play in the tree as his thoughts slowly turned to Remus. He wished he was still talking to him. Remus, while not typically normal, was fun to be around with his loud energy and odd sense of humour.

The first bird bounced onto a higher branch and wiggled triumphantly. Their friend hopped up to join them and flew off again, singing and dancing around each other. Patton smiled at the spot where the birds had been playing. He blinked as he noticed a flower suddenly in that spot. Patton swallowed. That had always been there. It must’ve been. Flowers didn’t just appear out of nowhere.

When Emile came to tell Patton that dinner was in a few minutes, Patton realised with a start that the sun was beginning to set. He took a deep breath. “Coming, Dad!”

Taglist: @sander-sideblog

#remus sanders #dark sides #blood #vampires #blood drinking #sleepxiety #remy sleep sanders #remy sanders #thomas sanders sleep #virgil sanders #emile picani #patton sanders #chase the fire away #ctfa #rj fic

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jabberbeans · 4 years

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Wangxian Coffeeshop AU: First encounter

I put Wangxian, coffee, urban magic, fluff and slowburn into the melting pot and crossed my fingers - read at your own risk. I’ll be updating this story in shorts before revising and posting a full length version to A03 (somewhere in the distant improbable future).

Featuring confused pining over magic tea and magic sweets, cafe shenanigans and baker/patissiere(?) WWX and LWJ.

Tranquility turned tea from pear-green to a deep sea foam. Lan Wangji felt this was appropriate - water was the most tranquil thing he knew. His uncle disagreed - as he often did - and had attempted to shift the colour back to its original green many times. That one was a failed experiment - it reduced the efficacy of tranquility and made the tea taste like grass.

“That’s not green tea,” Lan Qiren had scowled, pointing an accusatory finger at the perfect sea foam brew. “It isn’t traditional.”

Was magic traditional? Lan Wangji had been tempted to ask, but held his tongue. Using their energy to shape the natural order of things into something else - perhaps that betrayed tradition, or at least some law of nature. But magic ran as deep as blood, and the healing teas were so much more healing when they used magic, so sea foam it was.

They still called it green tea on their menu. It was very popular.

Gusu had been a traditional Chinese tea house, once. Lan Qiren would have been quite content to keep it that way too, but even he couldn’t shout gentrification into going away. Gusu was dying. So he turned the shop over to his nephews with the vague hope that they could reassess its business model and bring in some customers. Then he went on a long vacation.

When he returned, Gusu was transformed. Literally. Its dark wood finishings were gone, replaced with snow-bright walls. The tea was unrecognisable. There was a dessert menu. And a bar counter.

But there were also customers. So many, in fact, that Lan Qiren was forced to don his apron and help out not five minutes after walking through the door. Lan Wangji had never seen his uncle so disturbed as he’d been that day, trapped behind the counter while teenagers pointed their phones at his hands and cooed over the quaintness, the rarity, the sheer aesthetic - of hand brewed tea.

It wasn’t that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji had betrayed their uncle and tradition. It was more accurate to say that they took his best ideals, put them in the proverbial blender and stood by silently to receive the scrambled results.

Floor seating and low tables remained - but there was also a large communal table and benches, and of course, the dreaded bar counter with its stools. The tea menu was largely the same, just tweaked to look and taste better. Ice blended options were now available, to their uncle’s everlasting horror. And there were traditional desserts - almond soup, sesame balls, milk pastry, cakes - all arranged artfully and minimally on little porcelain plates.

And so Gusu was preserved, albeit not quite in the shape their uncle would have preferred. But four years on, the cafe continued thrive - building a solid reputation among locals and visitors. Lan Qiren had mostly adapted to the teenagers with their phones and the cakes by now, but he still eyed the green tea with deep suspicion.

Lan Wangji was doing the very same that morning, as he regarded Lan Jingyi’s practice brews. The teen had arranged the tiny glass cups from dark amber to pale yellow. Perhaps he thought he might get points for neatness.

“Again,” Lan Wangji said with finality, eyes sweeping down the line. “When you make clarity, the oolong should lighten to parchment.”

Jingyi wilted first at again and segued quickly into bafflement at parchment.

“Parchment?” The boy repeated, unsure if he heard right. Lan Wangji paused to think it over, then nodded.

“Like paper white, tinted with yellow or tan. Parchment.”

Jingyi looked exasperated then, eyes wide and swivelling in their sockets to catch Lan Sizhui’s, who pretended not to see. Finding himself without allies in the kitchen, Jingyi’s shoulders slumped with defeat. “Yes, Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Wangji didn’t blame him. Clarity was difficult to make. Oolong got particularly stubborn when energy was channeled into it. If one had poor magic control, the colour could turn almost violently, from amber to walnut to black.

He left Jingyi to continue his oolong studies and approached Sizhui instead, who had finished divining the difference between parchment and white the day before, and so was allowed to move on to desserts. Lan Wangji approached from behind silently, but Sizhui’s hands remained steady as they attempted to transplant a sesame ball onto a spun sugar base. It wobbled unsteadily when he drew back.

“I’ll do it again,” Sizhui said before Lan Wangji could. “The base is too brittle. It must have been the temperature.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji approved. “Continue.”

The boys were young, only fifteen, but they were fast and eager to learn. Their progress came at no little effort however, if Jingyi’s growing army of oolong cups was any indication. But Lan Wangji was not worried. His uncle had handpicked them himself from some branch or other of their very, very extended family, and they were proving to be dedicated workers. It had been less than a month since they began training, but they would soon be ready to work the counter.

There was a loud rattling sound from Jingyi’s corner of the kitchen, a hastily bitten off curse, and then Sizhui was abandoning his station to fly over with a towel. Lan Wangji pointedly did not turn around to look. Perhaps not /too/ soon.

Jingyi’s cups were no closer to parchment by the time Lan Xichen poked his head in. “Wangji,” he called. “Would you check outside? The customers say there’s an obstruction near the entrance.”

“The deliveries?” The deliveryman occasionally left their parcels at the front, if he was busy.

“He would have called if he wasn’t coming in.”

“I’ll check.”

It wasn’t a parcel. Lan Wangji spotted the problem the moment he stepped out - it was taking pains to make itself known, actually.

A little stickman was drawn onto the walkway in what looked like chalk. Someone had magicked it to life so that it danced about - harmless, but an annoyance regardless. It surged towards Lan Wangji’s foot, circling playfully and attempting to slide onto his shoe. If it succeeded, the chalk drawing would transfer to the leather.

Lan Wangji stepped briskly out of its path and tried to trace its spiritual source. It was strong, and he followed it easily out the gate. The little stickman raced to stay close, its arms waving about.

He was so preoccupied ensuring it didn’t touch him that he nearly tripped over the problem’s source.

“Careful!” The man squatting on the pavement said, flinging an arm up in reflex. His hand was covered in chalk dust. Lan Wangji stepped back to look at him. Then he looked again.

“You…” He had no words for what he was witnessing. The man was surrounded by chalk drawings that stretched all the way up the pavement, past the neighbouring lot. They were wriggling with life - little stick figures dancing, animals prowling, scribbled phrases vibrating - and food - so much of it, all moving.

It was a simple matter to implant spiritual energy in the drawings - small children could do it with enough practice. But that was precisely the problem, it was a trick for children, not adults.

“You’re blocking my sun, do you mind…?” The man said, not unkindly. He still hadn’t turned around, eyes focused on his next drawing. Lan Wangji did not move.

“This is vandalism,” he told him.

“It’s only chalk. It’ll wash away with the rain. Or a good sweep.”

The man looked up then, and…Lan Wangji did not know what he was expecting - he had no preconceived notions. But he felt a flicker of surprise. The man’s mouth was curved like he was laughing, though no sound passed his lips. His smile was sun-bright. For a brief moment Lan Wangji allowed himself to notice the rest of him - his impish features, his haphazard ponytail, and the red ribbon that tamed it, just barely.

He looked away.

“You’re obstructing our business,” he told the air in the middle distance. He sensed the man was staring at him but he kept his gaze averted. There was a small gasp, like the man realised something.

“Oh! You run the cafe?” Lan Wangji let the weighted silence speak for him, and the man continued to speak as if he’d received a proper reply. “I didn’t notice I was in front of your shop. I started drawing and I had so much inspiration that I forgot -“

“Please remove yourself and the drawings. You are inconveniencing the customers.”

The man pouted. “I want to save the drawings first…but I don’t have paper. That’s why I’m drawing out here. You see, I had this amazing idea for a triple tier reverse lava cupcake and I needed to sketch it out before the idea got away from me but all I had was this chalk in my pocket so -“

Lan Wangji was quite finished listening to him somewhere around paper. He said sternly, “If I give you paper will you stop?”

“And a pencil too, please!” The man said shamelessly, as if it was perfectly normal to make demands of strangers that he was inconveniencing.

Lan Wangji unfolded his wallet, and ran his fingers through it briefly. He kept some useful things inside - stationery, a first-aid kit, a spare apron - and his notebook. It was twice the size of his wallet and the man hummed with interest when he extricated it.

“Handy trick,” he commented, eyes twinkling.

Ignoring him, Lan Wangji carefully tore three pieces of paper from the spine. Then he glanced at the chalk drawings and tore another piece. The man was gleeful as he accepted them.

“I drew a lot, didn’t I,” He sounded pleased with himself. “Thank you.”

“Hm.”

He stood aside while the man lay the paper sheets on the ground, spreading them neatly. Then he wriggled his fingers and whistled once, sharp. The doodles froze where they were, some in the midst of sneaking onto the street. When the man tapped the paper with his finger they began to slide along the pavement very quickly, shrinking as they went, until they were paper drawings. Lan Wangji was surprised by the sheer number of doodles of cake, sweets and desserts - each one elaborately drawn and unusual.

Unbelievably, there was a reverse three-tiered cupcake - just like the man had described. A long string of untidy handwriting accompanied it, jostling the cupcake as they both slid onto the last empty spot. Then it was over, and the pavement was clean once more.

Almost.

“You forgot one.” The little chalk man was still trying to climb his foot despite the slight energy field Lan Wangji had put up to rebuff it. It hopped around the toe of his shoe, waving indignantly.

“Hm...” the man crooked a finger at it, and when that didn’t work, he whistled sharply. The little chalk man appeared to toss its head rebelliously at his efforts, marching away until it was behind Lan Wangji’s shoe.

The man only laughed, “You should keep him, I think he likes you.” Then he winked and turned away, his ribbons flying as he did. Like they were taunting him.

“You...!”

“Take good care of him,” the man called back, already walking away.

#mdzs fanfiction #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #fanfiction #the untamed #wangxian #coffeeshop au

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