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httpsxiao · 3 years

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BUDDING ROMANCE

IN WHICH YOU TAKE CARE OF BENNETT AS THE SCHOOL'S NURSING ASSISTANT. (HIGH SCHOOL AU)

word count. 2k

warnings: minor blood and injuries, but really it's just fluff, gn!reader, i don't think i used any gendered phrases but lmk if i did

the number of times you saw bennett in one week was worrying, to say the least.

when you chose to work in the nurse's office as your elective, you were expecting it to be something like a second lunch break. ninety percent of the time, the nurse's office was empty, so you used that time to kick your feet up and scroll on your phone while eating snacks. on the off chance that the nurse was actually in her office, you filed papers for her and practiced first aid. all in all, it was pretty relaxing work.

but that soon changed when bennett transferred to your school.

you were laying sideways on one of the beds in the office--your legs and head hanging off the edge as you watched youtube videos on your phone and sucking on a lollipop. sunlight shined through the windows, warming up the room and casting a golden glow on the sterile white decorations of the office.

hearing the door creak open, you sit up quickly thinking it was the nurse, but as you peek out from behind the bed curtains, you see that it's just another student. he had unkempt, fluffy white hair and emerald green eyes. there was a bandage across his nose that was paired with a sheepish gaze. his hand rested on the back of his head as he looked around the room. once his eyes landed on you, that sheepish gaze was accompanied by a sheepish smile.

"ah, hey! sorry for bothering you, i just needed to get patched up." He laughed nervously and rubbed his head as he spoke.

that's when you noticed that he was riddled with cuts and bruises. they were all over his arms and legs, with a couple being on his face as well. the cuts were shallow and barely breaking the skin, but how did he have so many? the bruises seemed to be old, however, being they were a dark shade of purple. there weren't that many of them. he seemed to grow more nervous under your wandering gaze. you take the lollipop out of your mouth and lick your lips before speaking.

"what the fuck happened?"

he chuckled. "just a little mishap at gym! honestly...i'm not sure what happened either." he brought his hand to his chin and seemed to think about it for a bit, his eyes lost in thought.

"just come on in and sit down on the bed." you gestured to one of the beds before turning around and grabbing the needed supplies from one of the cabinets. you hear his footsteps behind you and the rustling of sheets as he sits down. turning around, you see him sitting on of the beds next to the window. the sunlight framed his body with a radiant glow, and it seemed as if his white hair was shining. the dust highlighted by the sun's rays fell around him like fairy dust. you admired how pretty the whole image looked before wiping that thought from your mind and setting the supplies on the bedside table.

you began dabbing at the cuts on his right arm with alcohol. he winced as you did so. the room was quiet as you tended to his wounds, neither of you bothering to say anything. he tapped his fingers in a rhythm against the bed sheets restlessly. perhaps he didn't like the silence. you decided to throw him a bone.

"what's your name?" you start with a simple question, your eyes trained on his arm. for some reason you found it hard to look at his face. "i've never seen you before."

"oh, i'm bennett! i just moved here. today's my first day." he sounded relieved that you finally spoke.

"today's your first day and you've already gotten into trouble?" you ask him.

"well...haha, i sometimes get into trouble every now and then. and, uh, i guess i'm just kinda unlucky, haha."

you hum in response. he just seemed like an awkward guy who was a little clumsy. you hoped that he wouldn't get in the way of your time in the nurse's office that much.

well, that plan went out the fucking window.

there was no more second lunch break. bennett showed up in the nurse's office nearly every day after the first time you had seen him. you would be laying in one of the beds lounging around when you hear the door creak open. and there he would be, sporting the same sheepish smile that he showed you when you first met. his injuries would vary. somedays he would only have a cut or two, and he would quickly leave after you slapped a bandaid on it. other days, you would wonder how he managed to simply walk around.

he began to slowly open up the more time he spent with you. his awkward and shy demeanor soon became jovial and energetic. and the more time you spent with him, the more you began to enjoy his company. despite being worried about how often he was getting hurt, you looked forward to his visits. outside of the nurse's office, you simply exchanged greetings. sometimes you thought about asking him to hang out, but part of you wanted to keep your interactions limited to that one room. it felt like a secret that only the two of you knew about, time spent only with each other. it felt...intimate.

bennett felt the same way. he didn't know what to do with the fluttering feeling in his chest whenever he opened up the nurse's office door. he couldn't calm down the blush on his face whenever you would lean in close to him dab his wounds. he didn't expect how good it would feel whenever you put a bandaid on him and your fingertips would brush against his skin. whenever you said hi to him in the hallways, he urged to walk up to you and invite you to hang out, but he never did. a small, irrational part of him feared that you didn't think of him as a friend. after all, his bad luck was the reason why he ate lunch alone.

one day while you were scrolling through youtube (truthfully you were just waiting for bennett), you heard the creak of the door once again. bennett popped his head inside and closed the door behind him.

"hey, (name)! good to see you again!" he plopped down onto one of the beds, a large grin on his face.

"i would say it's nice to see you again too, but considering the reason..." you trail off, grabbing the needed supplies to fix him up for the umpteenth time. taking a look at his face, you see a couple of scratches and cuts. one of them was bleeding.

"oh, yeah! we always meet like this, haha."

"sometimes i think you come in here just to see me, bennett." you sit down on the bed next to him and began applying alcohol to a cloth. his face erupts in a fiery red and his eyes widen. babbling words of denial and trying to explain himself as he gestured wildly. it was such a contrast to the relaxed expression he was wearing before.

"i'm just teasing bennett, relax." you smile gently at him, and he relaxes as you said. the blush on his face calms down eventually, turning into a faint pink as he takes in your smile.

you lean closer to him and cup his face with one of your hands, using the other to clean the cuts on his cheeks. being this close to him, you avoided looking into his eyes. it felt too intimate, you trained your gaze onto his cuts and the familiar way to pat the cloth against his wounds. he was uncharacteristically quiet, however. the only thing you could hear was his faint breathing. you wanted to know how he was feeling--if he was feeling just as nervous about the close proximity as you were. you wanted to see the earthy green swirl around in his eyes, and maybe even find out the secrets of his soul. longing to see that pretty green again, you hesitantly lifted your eyes to his. it seemed as if he was already staring at you because as soon as you looked up your gaze met his. his eyes were wide as he looked at you, the sunlight shining into them. there was more than one hue of green in bennett's eyes, you realized. and if you dared to look into them a little bit longer, you could see his whole world reflected in them.

a red flush dusted his cheeks and his breath caught in his throat. bennett hoped you couldn't see how nervous he was. it wasn't the first time he had been so close to you, but it was the first time he had felt like this about it. he so desperately wanted to wrap his arms around you--maybe bury his face in the crook of your neck too, just breathing you in. everywhere you touched with that damp cloth tingled and buzzed. at first, he thought it was the alcohol, but alcohol stung when it reacted with wounds. the tingling and buzzing felt feather-light, a pleasant feeling dancing across his skin. it made his stomach flutter and his throat tighten. he just wanted to close the distance.

you finished cleaning and putting bandages on his wounds after a while. you put all the supplies back in the cabinets, prepared to say bye to bennett for the day. but he doesn't get up from the bed and open the door as he usually does. he stays sitting on the bed, looking down at his twiddling thumbs.

"something wrong?" you ask, raising a brow. he shakes his head, fluffy white hair swaying with the movement. you find the action cute.

he takes a deep breath, and you can already see the flush rising to his cheeks. judging by his hesitance and quietness, you're hoping this is what you think it is. your feel yourself become hot as nervousness washes over you. why are you nervous? he's the one who should be nervous, right?

"so, uh...we spend a lot of time together y'know, and i have a lot of fun talking to you and stuff. and just being around you in general." you have to strain your ears to hear that last part.

he continues twiddling with his thumbs, picking at the bedsheets, and swaying his feet. he does whatever he can to avoid your gaze, even when he can feel it laying upon him heavily. he tries to distract himself from his heart hammers against his chest and the way his face heats up with every word.

"every moment i spend with you is a lot of fun, and i like seeing you smile and laugh. it's just so...pretty to me." his face flairs up when he says that.

"so i guess...what i'm trying to say is-"

you cut him off, your hands cupping his cheeks as you bring him in for a peck on the lips and nose. he sputters, and if his face could get any redder it just did. he babbles incoherently, unable to contain himself and calm down from just a peck on the lips.

"benny," you begin softly. he shuts up and stares at you at the sudden nickname. you were looking at him so gently. you caress his cheeks with your thumbs, and he finds himself leaning into your touch.

"i like you too," you say. a smile instantly breaks out on his face. "now let's just cuddle, okay?" he nods, and you release your hands from his face. you sit down on the bed next to him and gestured for him to lie down.

bennett wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck just like he had wanted to. he takes a deep breath, his whole body melting with your touch and warmth.

AHH IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE WRITTEN MY FIRST POST >.<

i had a lot of fun with writing some parts and just dumped my brain all over the keyboard. AND BENNETT IS SO CUTE pls i would take care of him all day. when i saw his hangout event i thought about this and now i just want to protect him ;-;

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buckyjamess-archive · 3 years

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you."

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words.

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde.

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family, even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together.

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good.

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?"

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?"

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice.

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?"

"I don't know, he can't talk silly."

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar."

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again."

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready."

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway, doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important.

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way

"You're late."

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster."

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states.

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it.

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas.

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room.

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat.

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out.

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back."

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric.

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh.

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table.

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right."

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids."

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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[image description: a wideshot of the san francisco skyline, tinted orange by a sunset. Above the skyline, in a white serif font reads "REVELATIONS, REVELATIONS." in all caps. below, in lower caps reads "update #2" /end id]

Revelations, Revelations | Update #2

Hey besties! I've got a funky little RR update

I've had a little bit of a love hate relationship with this book in the last two months but I am loving it right now! I think my struggles came from how I didn't really accept that this book is Hard to write. like it's complicated! and it's set in another country in another era like idk what to tell you! And accepting that was such a weight off my shoulders because I'm not putting the blame on myself. I also was really stuck in part one's problems and I had to be like <3 bestie <3 abandon it til post draft editing. So right now it's like:

Part one: I see it as a little stray cat in an alleyway that I kneel down in front of like pspspsp :) and then it hisses and bites me because it is actually a feral raccoon. Definitely not where I want it to be but like I can fix him

Part two: super fun!! A lot of deeper (and messier) elements are introduced here and I feel like the story's ~vibes~ have clicked. It's a lot of fun and it's getting complex. Whilst there's conflict going on in part one there's definitely this false sense of stability and then part two hits all of them like a baseball bat

My drafting has been much more chill and non linear too, just writing the scenes I want to and then connecting them together. I've been focused less on rich prose/descriptions and more on prose that explores character and it's been very refreshing! I love my flowery prose but I think it's easy to get caught up in. I'm also no longer going to do chapter by chapter updates, both for plot privacy but also because this story is very delicate both in content and the drafting process and I don't just want to expose the bare bones of that, you know? So I'm just gonna do some sectioned rambles and talk about a couple chapters under the cut!

also no longer doing multiple taglists because i can't keep up so! general taglist, ask to be added or removed! ; @kowlazovdi @avi-burton-writing @ryns-ramblings @kitblogsthings @ezrathings @aetherwrites @radiomacbeth @bijouxs @bookphobe @haldimilks @alicewestwater @bookpacking @shaelinwrites @onlyganymede @theelectricfactory @write-like-babs @oceancold @veiliza @sidhewrites @wolf-oak @oasis-of-you @coffeeandcalligraphy @cecilsstorycorner @howdywrites @keira-is-writing @flip-phones @svpphicwrites

Only major change to report is I switched to alternate POVs instead of multiple chapters at a time in one POV because I'm insane <3 I had a lot of fun braiding POVs in Life Cycle of Massive Stars and wanted to try it here and it works much better! Though at this point I am simply ignoring the existence of part 1 because it really was the guinea pig part LMAO i experimented so much with structure and form and now it's a mess but it's <3 a future problem <3 i'd rather have one messy part than a whole first draft that's behind on my growing ~vision~ of the story.

[image description: a slightly purple tinted photo of two arms extending from the top and bottom of the photo, cropped to only show their hands. Their index fingers touch. in the middle, in a white serif font reads "dorothy" /end id]

Not a chapter, I had a lot of trouble with Dorothy in part 1 but I still love her so instead y'all are getting a mini character ramble! I felt really bad about her for the longest time because I've only been writing her since last summer whereas I've known Felix since like 2018 so there's naturally an imbalance, but I Do Not like that!! And she's really taken her time revealing herself, but I am ~fascinated by her.

I feel she's best summarised by this disillusionment for her life but mostly herself, because she's framed her whole identity by illusory perceptions of other people: a mother she doesn't remember, a girlfriend she breaks up with every six months but still shares a bed with, a twin brother she hasn't seen in person for four years and still sees as a teenager drenched in religious manipulation. It's a lot! She assumes that she feels dissatisfied with her life because she's without her twin, but then Felix returns to her life and shockingly this does not fix all of her problems??? She also doesn't know how to be alone, which definitely will not get better after Felix returns oop

The day her brother decides to leave, Dorothy is home alone.

Her San Francisco apartment is hollow like a hungry stomach. Three days ago, she drove Jolie to the airport then came home to cover the bathroom mirror with towels. On the first day she took an extra shift at the book store, drove through Sea Cliff at sunset, bumped into Mona on the stairwell and joined her and Margot for wine and slipped out when they began arguing over rent and office interns, started then discarded a portrait of a fictional girl and slept from two to five in the morning. On the second day she worked and spent an extra hour designing a window display on science fiction that she put together on the third day. Cut and painted a rocket ship on cardboard that she’ll have to scold kids for tugging, then get scolded herself by their mothers.

The day I finalise a design for their apartment it's over but I call this trick Trying To Get Around The Fact I Made Characters In Their Earlier Twenties Live In San Francisco (cw: drowning)

The apartment is nicer than her, but it’s been home for three years and they get $100 off rent each month because Jolie tends the garden and looks just like the landlady's daughter that drowned in the Pacific.

I don't think I've talked about Jolie much here which is funny because she is probably the most well-received amongst my friends! They love her so much and it's because she's a hot but slightly toxic lesbian smh, I'm like no seriously she does some fucked up things and they're like you promise?? Some funky facts:

Her real name is Jolene and she hates it except when the Dolly Parton song came on, that gives her a god complex

We are going to ignore how I accidentally named two characters after words for beautiful and pretty in French we are going to pretend it was intentional because when this gets published a uni student could get some good analysis out of that in their Intro to Literature class

She joined the cult with her mother at 13 and left as soon as she turned 18 LMAO. She was Dorothy's only connection to the "outside world" and the only reason she was able to leave

Her dream job is gardener/florist! We get it I watched Bly Manor last November. She's also a bartender

would probably have this on her car /j

[image description: a close up of a car sticker of a frog above "MILF" in green caps. below "MILF" reads "Man I Love Frogs" /end id]

Dorothy and Jolie have always been on and off and building tension but Dorothy realises this can't keep going when Jolie gets into a barfight at work and Dorothy feels Insane because she's the only one concerned?? (cw: blood, mild violence)

“You’re lucky it’s not broken.” She angles Jolie’s face, hand under her chin. Even with red blotted around her nostrils and lips, mulberry lipstick smudged, she still smiles like her bruises are a trophy. It’s a surprise she doesn’t dwell on it: it’s just some blood, doll, nothing to worry about. She didn’t even strike that good. Her technique was all off. If she shows her face back here I’ll just teach her how to punch properly. The worst part is over and I’m a big girl. Do I look upset? Am I crying? When they drive home, she’ll ask to stop and see if she can get free cigarettes or beer by holding her nose and making herself cry. She’ll probably ask Dorothy to hit her so it starts bleeding again. But she’s quiet, leans against the basin and lets her dab damp towels on her face. It doesn’t take long to clean up. It was just some blood.

“Nursing,” Jolie says.

“What?” “You keep saying you want to go to school but don’t know what for – nursing. You’re too good at taking care of people.”

That ending is like Top Three dialogue lines that made me really Concerned for how this character arc is gonna go :) but don't worry about it y'all. I do think Jolie genuinely loves Dorothy but that does not mean! the relationship is healthy!

Basically I love her a lot now that I know her better and I am excited to see where she goes! I think the biggest part of her arc is motherhood/daughterhood and TBH as a recently realised trans dude it took me a Minute to feel entitled to write her story? But being a cis woman shaped my life for two decades and getting to navigate that and being a daughter from a perspective that's totally distanced from myself is very helpful. It's about the inherent admiration and pain that comes from being a mother's daughter! (cw: blood, diet culture/disordered eating)

She lies next to the table and presses her forehead to the glass corner and imagines what would shatter first: the glass or her skin. And she imagines being a girl again, with French braids and too much baby fat in her cheeks and being picked up by a mother before the blood stains her hands and then her dress. She’d tell the mother she just wanted to read her magazines, the dog-eared articles about divorce and top tips for menopause and the benefits of eating half a grapefruit before your calorie-counted meals. And the mother would just brush the bangs out her face, press a pack of thawed peas on the wound and let her choose between the band aid with hearts or the band aid with flowers. And maybe the mother would know she did it for attention because they both know a daughters cry slices oxygen like glass to skin, but she’d still detangle her curls in the evening and kiss her forehead goodnight and serve her breakfast in the morning with half a grapefruit – the other half on her own plate, untouched and left to rot.

[image description: an orange firework exploding against a black sky. across the photo, in a white serif font reads "the last 10 hours of 1986" /end id]

This is technically two chapters, one in each POV and they close part one! Title is v explanatory and they're meant to be framed like a countdown - my plan was for the scenes to get shorter as it gets closer to midnight and that didn't really work but? The twins def get messier as the countdown goes down and THAT is what we like to see. This is also the only end of a part where the twins are separated but don't worry about it hehe :)

Dorothy

This chapter is like the First Time Dorothy does something for herself and. Good for her!

She’ll publish poetry under a pen name and horror short stories under another. She’ll paint indigo mountains and magenta oceans and not care when the colours stain her clothes. She’ll teach Felix how to blend acrylics and he’ll teach her how to remember piano notes and they won’t argue about who abandoned who. When Mona and Margot break up, she’ll go down to comfort Mona or Margot and then kiss Margot or Mona. She’ll move out and tell neither of them. She’ll find a landlady with a dead daughter and get a discount on an ocean view apartment with wall-length windows. Isaias will move in next door and they’ll have weekly dinner parties with wine that costs more than $10. She’ll go vegan. She’ll be so in tune with herself she won’t need to read magazine horoscopes or pay $50 for a psychic reading that assumes she knows her grandparents. She’ll know when she’s happy sad angry and why. She’ll take portrait commissions so she can afford a therapist. She’ll love her life and ignore that there’s no space for Jolie because she wants there to be. She’ll need nobody except herself. She’ll try and make things with Jolie work. She’ll kiss a random girl at midnight to see if it’s any different. She’ll go home after the countdown.

I had the revelation (aha) of Isaias and Dorothy as besties and I am OBSESSED! I love Isaias but struggled with his role so I'm really happy about this. Like he practices calligraphy and writes poetry titled after his favourite plants is he not the ideal character!! Hoping this will make it easier to learn about him so we can get that fun content

Felix

Felix's is fun because he makes the best decision of his arc but also the stupidest fucking decision of his arc. He truly has the range NOBODY is doing it like him. Here's a part that mirrors the excerpt above because even when they're apart Felix and Dorothy are like hmm we Will Be Intrinsically Connected (cw: drug, vomit and sex mention sorry he's going through it!!)

Two hours before midnight and Felix is alone in the bathroom. The party he abandoned synths through the ceiling. He plays Love My Way on his Walkman. Highest volume. Eyes closed. Imagines 1987 and decides he’s going to be honest about everything and nothing. He’s going to tell strangers at bars that he studies Literature at Stanford. He’s going to date a girl and pretend he has parents to introduce her to, that he grew up on a farm in Ohio and was secretly raised atheist, lie about what lies his parents told him. He’s going to grow out his hair and and blend cyan on his eyelids and send polaroids to his father with no return address; burn his fingertips on a candle flame like Michael will burn the photos of his son. He’s going to adore himself. He’s going to quit smoking and start jogging. He’s going to fuck Pacific Heights husbands whilst their wives sleep in the master bedroom and maybe they’ll angrily call him when they’re served divorce papers and hang up when he laughs. He’s going to get promoted to Assistant Manager and not care that his job is dead-end. He’s not going to kiss anyone at midnight because he doesn’t want to. He’s going to flush the cocaine because he doesn’t want it. He’s going to stare at his reflection until it moves for him. He’s going to vomit in a minute. He’s going to pierce his right ear with a sewing needle.

Felix at the end of part one: I give no more fucks!!! I am going to do whatever I want!!! Life is too short!!!

Felix at the end of part two:

[image description: screenshot of a tweet by @/idksomedumbshit. the tweet reads, "i can't mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys" /end id]

I do think it's iconic that this time last year Felix was a repressed Christian boy and now his dream is to be a homewrecker THAT is growth. I also got to write Felix and Jolie which was fun because they do Not like each other <3 but they respect each other <3 but only sometimes <3 They have their first little bonding moment where Jolie pierces his ear in their bathroom but then Felix says something to piss her off so Jolie is like hmm okay time to chose Violence. This dialogue is funny because Felix does not really hate himself at this stage Jolie just knows she's gonna fuck him up by saying that !! My life would be so much easier if these twins had a normal relationship with the concept of being a twin but also this story would be very boring

The needle pierces his skin and he doesn’t feel it. Only the tequila swirling behind his eyes. The sting of the light-bulb. Jolie speaks again, “but she looks just like you, doesn’t she? Not the same of course, but enough to see each other in each other. That’s the worst part, right? To see the person you hate on the face of someone you love?”

[image id: a photo of the ocean with cliffs in the background, tinted orange by sunset. in the middle, in a white serif font reads "1/10/1987" /end id]

This chapter is so CUTE and also my first successful attempt at a different form that I can consistently keep in the narrative <3 I really like the idea of a fluid novel form that's adaptive to how the character's perception of the world would change which? Idk how much I can maintain that but this definitely follows it. I need to fine tune the execution but the concept is shots and transcript from a camcorder recording and playing with what the camera sees/doesn't see. The title is what the tape would be labelled, and on 1/10/1987 (american dates throw me off omfg) Beau takes Felix to a seaside town for his birthday and yes it's gay <3 but it's also just a lot of stupid dialogue which was very refreshing because I overthink dialogue so much I always think it has to have deeper meaning when sometimes its like....characters can sometimes...have Fun together. They are simply displaying Relationship Dynamics!

BEAU: Okay, give me a second…(the camera zooms on Felix) There we go! Right, okay, so it’s Saturday, January 10th, 1987, what’re doing out here today?

FELIX: What is this, an interview or something? You sound like a TV host on those morning shows.

BEAU: Oh my God no they’re so annoying, don’t compare me to those.

FELIX: No but I can imagine it perfectly. You’d just be all (holding a pretend microphone) Gooood Morrrning from sunny San Francisco! My name is Beau Teixeira and—

Beau: (laughing) Shut the fuck up!

I love this chapter a lot because you can definitely tell that their dynamic has Shifted but also! They are still just friends being friends and I really want them to just kiss already but also I love the natural progression of friends to lovers....falling in love and not realising it and then suddenly it all makes sense...

BEAU: You wanna try filming? It’s easier if you hold it on your shoulder. Like this. Put your hands where mine are.

[How their fingers whisper against each other. How Beau’s cologne smells of lime and tangerine. ]

Beau steps back into view, runs a hand through his curls. Leather jacket flutters in salted wind. Behind him the sunset flickers over waves like a candle flame. He smiles at the camera.

BEAU: I think you’re a natural! You’re definitely gonna be first choice for cameraman on my shitty morning show.

[How Felix smiles at him.]

(cw: next paragraph talks about the AIDS crisis)

Whilst this is a Fun And Cute Chapter there is more depth to it since the last time we see Beau and Felix before it is the first time they open up about the AIDS Crisis and their fears surrounding it. I have a lot of complicated thoughts about writing this part of history that I could write about all day but it boils down to the fact that "so many queer stories are centred around queer trauma and tragedy and queer people deserve to read stories centred around love and happiness" and "with a queer novel set in 1980s SF it'd be just as bad to completely ignore what happened" are two things that can coexist. I definitely think stories centred around the crisis are necessary (recently read The Prettiest Star by Carter Sickels and highly recommend! Also has a similar camcorder function and an emphasis on preserving. Also made me cry) but shouldn't be the default, especially in a story that if published would have a queer readership, so whilst it's something I want to explore I want to do it in a way that ultimately celebrates queer happiness, love and life. Definitely way more that could be said about this and the function of queer trauma in queer narratives but! Both Beau and Felix feel a need to not only capture as much as possible, but to capture it specifically with the intent to look back in the future, as well as a general We Are Going To Try And Find Happiness Wherever We Can. Also feel like a lot of Beau's character clicked whilst writing it which was very fun!

[How Beau wouldn’t say where they were going but cracked before they left San Francisco because he had too many stories to tell: five year old burning his tongue on café tea, six year old falling into waves and being unbothered, seven year old plucking chrysanthemum petals from stranger’s gardens. How Beau has an orange car freshener and missing headrest on the passengers seat. How Beau drove a longer route because it was closer to the coastline. How Beau played Pet Shop Boys’ Please and knew the words to every song. How Felix realized that he did too.]

[image description: a man and a woman sit next to each other on a bench. the photo is taken from behind them. in the background, you can vaguely see water, hills and the golden gate bridge. across the image, in a white serif font reads "everything the same about dorothy and felix" /end id]

Little title explanation: part 1 has two chapters, "Everything Different about Felix" and "Everything Different about Dorothy" which introduce their relationship + impression of each other after not seeing each other in person for four years (and also how they have images of each other in their heads that are false but they're attached to and it's really not helping the whole complicated twin relationship thing but don't worry about it) and I'd like to expand on that in part two so! An attempt was made. This takes place the day after the above chapter on the twins' actual birthday, the first one they're celebrating together since they were 18 and the first one in the "outside world" so it's a moment!

I'm not happy with how this chapter came out but I think it's just because it's an important one to me! Partly because it helps cement the idea that in spite of their complex relationship, Felix and Dorothy never stop being twins and they never stop loving each other even on the days they dislike each other. But mainly because: these are two adults who lost their childhood to trauma and they finally have the freedom to live their life and! Sometimes that means living for the inner child that never got to be a child. As a certified Adult With Childhood Trauma having a chapter like this was v important because trauma never leaves you but that doesn't mean you can't be happy!! Also it's just. cute. They run around San Francisco, bake a really shitty birthday cake, talk about whether or not San Francisco is real, I want what they have. There is underlying conflict because hoo boy there is Shit simmering rn! But it was nice to have this and the previous chapter as just like. Two little golden moments you know. Calm before the storm if you will

Midnight. Dorothy lies on a mattress on the floor in an apartment in San Francisco. Her brother’s head in her lap. “You know what’s crazy to me? Nobody ever asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. That just wasn’t something we were allowed to think about. I know it’s depressing, I just think about that a lot.”

Felix keeps his eyes on the ceiling. The clock ticks. “Well, what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“Astronaut, of course.”

“I was gonna say astronaut.”

“You definitely weren't,” she says. “Besides, I already claimed it.”

He looks at her. “I was thinking it. Before you said it, I claimed it in my mind.”

“That’s not how it works. I can’t read your mind.”

Felix sits up. “Wait, you can’t? Gee Dotty, some twin you are.” He grins. So does she.

Usually I am like. I don't think they would care too much about the twin thing. But I also think they would definitely joke about it, like if someone asked a stupid question Felix would be like "well of course we can read each others minds, dont you know how twins work?? like right now my twin sister who is my twin is thinking about giving me, her twin brother, $200" But lets end this on an excerpt where Dorothy doesn't give him $200 but she does think Oh How Did I Spend Four Years Without My Brother

(cw: death mention + missing persons mention, plane crash + boating accident mention)

Dorothy is used to his presence, has been for a year: coffee stains on the table, cupboards left open in the kitchen, clustered ashtray in the living room, hair gel and Jazz aftershave behind the bathroom mirror, Queen or Bowie or Alphaville sifting from his room. His voice. How he always knocks on her door to say goodnight. How he weaved himself into the ecosystem like air but tonight she watches her brother do nothing but breathe and she remembers waking up every January 11th in 1983, 84, 85, 86, and chucking a towel over the bathroom mirror. How she told strangers at bars that she’s an only child; or that she had a younger brother, but he died in a plane crash or a boating accident or went on a hiking trip and never came back, was likely immortalised as a John Doe in Oregon or Nevada records. How she went four years without coffee stains and open cupboards and goodnight knocks and Queen or Bowie or Alphaville renditions when he forgets that she exists in this space too. How hollow those four years were.

And that's all I have to share! I'm not sure when the next update will be, but I much prefer this format of talking about the story! If you read this far I love u <3

#revelations revelations #atlastracking #writing update #i wrote most of this update at 5am so ignore any typos god bless

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Don’t You Hear Me Howling? || (M) || 05

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words: 2.5K

→ Contains: power dynamics; blowjob; handjob; some light voyeurism; masturbation; sexting; semi-public shenanigans; seriously, this chapter is almost a pwp heheh

→ A/n: Apparently we got carried away with the smut, but we just couldn't help it 👀👀 we swear there is a plot to this story lmao. Anyways, we hope you guys like it :)

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

After a tiring day, all you wanted was a shower and to throw yourself in your bed. You've been texting Kino all week, and you two end up agreeing to go to a party together on the weekend, to blow off some steam.

The last thing you were expecting was a text from an unknown number with a picture attached.

"I believe you forgot something" it said

the picture showing your panties hanging from the fingertips of a very strong masculine hand.

You bit your lip, allowing yourself to admit that you find that quite hot, but rolled your eyes when you remembered that the text could only be from someone.

" Where did you get my number from, Changgu?" You replied

" Wooseok. " He simply answered, paired with a shrug emoji.

" Great. Now lose it. "

" So you want me to keep the souvenir? "

" Do you want me to go pick it up? You can't stay away from me, can you? "

You chuckled after sending the last text, shaking your head in disbelief of him. His audacity always pushing you to the edge.

" You're the one offering tho. Who can't keep away?"

"I'm not the one sending pictures of underwear." You double texted, deciding that two could play his game "and I think these are proof enough that you are the one with attachment issues."

Along with the last message you sent a picture of your neck and cleavage, covered in purple spots from the times you've been with him, still visible though already fading.

" What about these? " He replied with a picture of him in front of the mirror, grey sweatpants hanging low from his hips, showing off the bruises you left on his naked torso.

You couldn't lie, you took pride in those.

" Alpha business " you punctuated ironically with the same shrug emoji he used before. " And you just want an excuse to show your body, that fuckboy act won't work on me. Good try, tho "

" You didn't seem to have a problem with that last time. "

Your only reply was only an eye-roll emoji

" As if you didn't like this "

The picture he sent this time was from his waist down, the outline of his semi-hard very noticeable through his pants, his hand wrapped around it with your panties intertwined in his finger.

You hated to admit that your whole body felt electrified with that image.

" Be careful with that, it's a matching set. " You tugged the collar of your shirt down, exposing the bra with the same lacy fabric as the panties, and snapped a picture to send.

" I think that would be a better view under me "

" Like you will ever get me under you again. "

Your free hand started unconsciously exploring your body, the light touch causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

And audio popped up on the conversation, and you took a deep breath before playing it

"I think that would be easier to get than you would like to admit" Changgu's deep voice echoed through the speakers, a little breathier than usual, and the wet sounds in the background explaining why.

" Do your worst, Wolfie. " You sent an audio back, dragging the words sensually.

You couldn't help yourself anymore, caving in to your instincts and allowing yourself to slide your hand under your panties, surprised to find out how wet you were.

" I bet you would give up that stupid alpha pride real quick once I got my hands on you "

You scoffed upon hearing his words.

" If I remember correctly you had no problem in putting your own pride aside and beg me to let you fuck me. " Your voice was shaky, a gasp escaping as you touched a particular spot " isn't that what you're doing again, Changgu? Just begging me to make you cum in your pants like a teenage boy. "

" And you left your underwear behind because you want to see me again, don't you? I'm just giving you what you want, y/n"

A moan roll out of your lips as you heard him saying your name, voice raspy, he clearly close to coming undone

" Not really. I was just in a rush after you ate me out desperately. But maybe you're the one that wants that to happen again. "

Your fingers circled your clit fast, getting you close to your own high, and you couldn't help but remember Changgu's when he's close as well, his firm touch on you always so certain and on the perfect spot, and your moans were coming out louder.

But you weren't going to let him get the upper hand on you. You opened your camera and filmed half of your face and down as you took a fingered coated in your juices and popped it into your mouth, tasting yourself and humming in satisfaction.

" You miss that? ' You said before stopping the recording, quickly sending it to him before he got the chance to reply to you.

You put your phone aside, focusing back on touching your now swollen bud, the pleasure building up more and more while the other hand squeezed your breast.

When your phone buzzed you saw that Changgu sent a video back.

The view was now his hand wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down with your underwear in between, his groans loud and constant, the camera carelessly shaking.

" Next time I'll have those pretty lips around my cock. Then we'll see how that smart mouth goes. Bet you'll have no words after I'm done with you."

The video continued as he pumped himself faster, groans getting more desperate, and finally he released himself, seed spilling all over his hand and your panties with gasps to top it off, making your core throb in pleasure. Before ending you could hear a flirty chuckle.

You watched the video again, this time chasing your own orgasm. You couldn't avoid moaning together, imagining what would be like to be there, actually having him following through with his words. You came undone intensity, burying your head in your pillow to muffle the screams you couldn't contain.

You finished yourself off and just stayed there for a second, laying down trying to calm your breath and processing everything that just happened, trying to figure out how the hell does he get under your skin so easily. So you finally sent him your last text.

" What makes you so sure that there will be a next time? "

Your text stayed unanswered, but you didn't give it much thought as your workload only increased by the end of the weekend. Finally, it was Saturday and you were about to meet Kino in this club he mentioned to you before.

"Hey, gorgeous" he approached you from behind, holding your waist and talking sultrily, close to your ear so it could be heard over the old music, making you shiver.

"Hey there," you turned around and kissed his cheek. "I got us drinks"

"You're an angel." he smiled.

He was dressed up in a button-up shirt with skinny jeans, looking absolutely stunning. Catching up with him was easy-going and fun, any tiredness and frustration were easily left behind.

"So, why are we sitting down and not dancing?" He finally asked.

"Lead the way" you conceded.

He grabbed your hand and guided you two confidently to the dance floor. When in place, he held your waist and you allowed him to guide your hips to move in sync with his as he watched you through hooded eyes. It was a nice bubble to be there with him, flirty smiles shot back and forth. After a few songs and a couple of drinks you felt bold and pulled him closer, your lips grazing his, but not kissing just yet. He laughed softly, amused with you.

The playful mood took over you, and you teased him again with a kiss, but just about before it happened you turned around, focusing instead on grinding against him. He still kept the grip on you, only grabbing you harder and holding you closer.

"You're killing me" He whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'm just having fun" you turned your face to talk to him, and he buried his head on your neck, planting a couple of kisses.

"I can think of something more fun than this." He nibbled your earlobe.

A mischievous grin grew on your lips. You held his hand and pulled him to a darker corner of the club, resting your back against the wall and finally pulling him closer to a much-anticipated kiss.

He kissed you hungrily, hums sending vibrations against your lips when you tugged his hair lightly. The trail of kisses he traced down your neck felt amazing and you started to think that, although going out was a good idea, you would rather be somewhere alone with him.

And then you shivered. A shiver that sent all your instincts on alert. You didn't have to open your eyes to know what that was about, the scent flooding your nostrils spoke for itself. Yet, you looked in the exact direction.

Changgu was there staring at you curiously, even though a girl was clearly throwing herself at him. When he saw that you noticed him, he smirked and pulled the girl into a kiss.

"What's wrong?" Kino asked, sensing something was wrong.

"Nothing, baby, don't worry" you redirect your focus to him, cupping his jaw and kissing him again, more dominantly this time.

You were positive about not letting Changgu ruin your night, he was already taking too much of your time and you didn’t want to waste more energy on him. And Kino was a great helper. He started to press his whole body against yours, his hold on you good and strong, and he picked up on your newfound enthusiasm quickly, grinding on you unconsciously to the beat of the song.

He took you by surprise when he snaked his arms around your waist and made you switch positions.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, you two were so close together that you couldn’t look at him. Your whole body tensing, thinking that he would be mad for your schemes, but what he said next really caught you off guard “let’s do this, he deserves it”

He loosened his grip a little, enough for you to see the naughty smile he was shooting in Changgu’s direction before he kissed you with such intensity that got you yelping a little, his thigh now rubbing in between your legs when he used both hands to grab your ass.

That electrifying feeling ran through your body again, fully aware of every touch and sensation, and probably the alpha-beta connection along with the borderline voyeurism having something to do with that as well. You two started moving in sync, the way he stimulated you causing moans to escape through the kiss, and you tugged on his hair again, messing it up a little.

You let yourself be guided by him, enjoying the way he grabbed all over you like your bodies could be even closer than they already are, and suddenly everything was too hot to handle. You reached your hand in between you two and grabbed the bulge on his pants, getting a moan out of him.

“Fuck, princess, that’s so good” he said in between kisses, then pulled your hair to expose your neck for him “you’re putting such a great show.”

He attacked your neck, wet kisses sending pleasure shivers down your spine.

“Kino” you called.

“Hm?” he hummed, not stopping his action.

You pressed your hand harder, a hiss escaping his lips.

“I think I need more,” you said and he stopped to look at you. You approached to whisper “And I think you deserve a reward for being so good to me”

You held his wrist, gently motioning for him to let go of you. You looked at him, biting your lip, and grabbed his shirt to pull him along with you.

Strutting your way through the crowded place, you stole a glance of Changgu, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you since you first spotted him, and it was your turn to smirk at him before entering the men’s restroom and locking the door.

You backed Kino against the door and he compliantly followed your silent instructions. You kissed him, even hungrier this time, the room smelling like lust and pheromones driving you insane, your heat now screaming to get satisfied. Not breaking contact, you undid his belt and palmed Kino’s hard member. When he stopped to catch his breath you nibbled on his bottom lip, and his moan sent jolts of pleasure down to your core.

“I just love all your noises, you have no idea” you confessed.

You dropped to your knees and pulled his pants and underwear along the way. You jerked his dick and watched him throw his head in pleasure, moaning freely with every move of yours. You were now salivating and couldn’t wait anymore, and decisively liking along a prominent vein on his throbbing member, his noises getting louder at the same time. Then you took the tip in your mouth, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around it while still jerking him off.

He grabbed your hair, silently asking you to take more of him, and you were all about pleasuring him now. You put more in your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat, and you felt Kino shaking under your touch.

“I’m not gonna last long, you do it so well.” he managed to say in between gasps.

You hummed in response and sped up your movements, but a loud bang on the door startled you both.

“You gotta finish fast, baby boy” you giggled and returned your focus on making him feel good.

You began to hum in pleasure, sending vibrations against his member and sucking it faster and deeper, digging your nails on his thigh with the hand that wasn’t jerking him.

“I’m gonna cum” he barely warned before he came into your mouth, and you had no problem swallowing it.

You barely had time to put yourselves back together, the banging on the door kept going insistently. When you went to unlock the door open, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a kiss, tasting himself on you.

He stepped back and didn’t stray his eyes from you while licking his lips, only then letting go of you.

You were not surprised when you found Changgu on the other side of the door, the scoff immediately coming out of you when he shamelessly eyed you up and down.

“I’m sorry, we were quite occupied” you said nonchalantly, smiling confidently at him.

“Oh don’t worry.” he stepped closer to say something just for you to hear “I’m sure it was hard for you to keep yourself together when you saw me after our little chat.”

You had no time to answer as he just walked past you. You rolled your eyes and followed your way out of the restroom.

“Can we finish this somewhere else?” Kino hugged you from behind and planted another open-mouth kiss on your neck.

“My house” you grinned.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 08 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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{Justice League - DC Masterlist}

Home isn't Always a Place

You're pushed forward, a gun on your back. You step down the ramp, the sunlight blinding you for a while. The headquarters were built here, in some sort of field. There as soldiers everywhere, and they're immediately aware of you. Of course they are, you're a threat. With a gun on your hand, seven bullets means seven men on the ground, crying in pain. You hardly miss.

“Sister!” A yell gets your attention, and you turn to its source. Harley comes running, throwing her arms around you. “So good to see you. Where have you been?”

In paradise. “Same place as I've been for the last year. Isn't it obvious?” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you try not to look to misplaced. Wait. Why would you look misplaced here?

“Well, now we get to have fun and some family bonding.” As she speaks, a soldier walking by gets her attention. “Hey, you. Can you help me with something?” She says in a flirting tone and walks away.

“Now it's a party.” A rough voice says, and you soon recognize the owner.

“Killer.” You greet him with a smile and a quick hug. “Nice to see you'll be here to have my back. Who else is here?”

“Deadshot is arguing with a soldier. Diablo is seated in some corner whining.” He smiles, gesturing at his left. “Long time no see. How's life?”

“Life's fine. As fine as it could be.” You start walking over where Deadshot is, watching as the soldier rolls his eyes. Floyd is gesticulating a lot, which means he's pissed.

“I won't have it like it was the last time. Now go, be a good puppy and tell this to your boss.” He says, turning his back at the man. “Havoc. Hi.” He says, exchanging a glance with Killercroc. “Ready for another stupid mission?”

“It's not like we have a choice, right? I–”

“Listen up, assholes! Your dirty things are in these boxes. So change and let's get the hell out of here. You have five minutes.” A man shouts, and everyone rolls their eyes.

You make your way to your things, and as you expected, your box is filled with your old clothes. All in shades of lilac, purple and pink. As usual, the soldiers just stand around you, not caring too much, as you change. You never liked that. Harley doesn't seem to care, and many eyes lay on her. But you do care. And you care a lot more now.

“Guys. A little help?”

Floyd and Killer grab some of the dark plastic bags that lie on the the floor, as you take a dark purple sleeveless jumpsuit. You move to stand near a wall, and the guys turn their backs at you, holding the bags high so you're shielded from anyone's eyes. They did the same on the first time, and you're very thankful for that.

“Thanks, guys. I'm done.” You tell them, fixing the jumpsuit on your body. The hard material makes you feel strong, like Havoc again.

“You're welcome.” Killer says.

“To the trucks! Now!” A man barks and you have no choice but to do as he says.

All of you go in the back of one of the trucks, together. Harley seems to be the only one excited about it, since she's trying to flirt with a soldier named Tom. You wonder what Joker would think about that. Oh. He's stuck on a bed for the rest of his life. He won't be saying anything, you bet.

As you move through the town, you can't help but think about what you did before leaving the house. The kiss. You can't believe you actually kissed him. What in hell were you thinking? You're very brave to do such a crazy thing like that. And you should've at least stayed to see his expression. To see if he was mad or not. But even if he didn't like it, you trust him enough to know he won't break his promise. He still keep helping you after you beat him up twice, so it's not a peck in the lips that will make him change his mind.

Being sure of this is a weird feeling. Your head is so much clearer now, you're not as scared as you were. And you're liking who you're becoming. This mission is just a inconvenience. It'll be over and you'll head back to the house, back to the way of getting a real life. A good life, a life you'll actually enjoy having.

You stop suddenly, and you're ordered out of the truck. “There's a small group here. Eyes open. They might have put mines here so... Don't blow up.”

You get two guns, one in your hand as you walk the perimeter. Harley stays close to Tom, but it doesn't bother you. You walk near Killercroc and Floyd, your head too far from this place.

“Hey.” Floyd elbows you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I'm just... Thinking.” Shrugging your shoulders, you need to focus on being casual. “How's you daughter?”

“She's great. Best student of her class and she's in a hella good school. The best of Gotham.” He looks at the sides, making sure nobody is too close. Killercroc is a few steps ahead and he doesn't really care about these stuff anyways. “You will never guess who put her there. And also guaranteed her a good University, any one she chooses.”

“That's freaking amazing, Floyd. Who did all that?” It couldn't be Amanda. She's not that good.

“Batman.” The mention of Bruce makes you blush, your heart aching from his absence. You look down, running a hand through your hair.

“Batman? In like the man you hate with all your strength?”

“How can I hate someone who does that for my kid? No, no. I respect him. Even admire him now, doing this after I tried to kill him half a dozen times.”

“Floyd, he's...” You need to let out out your chest, and having someone to talk about it would be nice. And you know you can trust Floyd, even more now that his hate for Bruce is gone. So the words roll out your tongue in a whisper as you both stop walking. “...Batman is the one helping me... Rehabilitating me.”

“Oh. So the rumors are true. I knew they took you somewhere else, just didn't know where.”

“You two. Walk.” Someone says and you start moving again.

“Yes, he... I'm going well. I...” Floyd looks down at you, raising one eyebrow. “He said it was mostly just me, but he did help. He treated me with kindness, believed me. I don't know how to explain but I'm different.”

“I did notice something was off with you. But I'd never guess.”

“Really? I was trying to keep it cool.” As you speak, three man come from the corner, immediately shooting at you. You duck behind a car, peaking just enough to lay eyes on them and aim. But they're easily put down without you having to shoot.

“All clear!” Harley says, smiling.

“So...” You continue when you start walking downtown again. “I didn't want to come, but he promised me it would be the last time.”

“Uhm... He's making promises?”

“Yes.” You don't get his tone. “He's very kind to me. Unlike anyone else... He even threw me a birthday party.”

“Happy birthday by the way, and sorry it's a little late.” You turn the corner, carefully at first. “How kind?”

“Kind.” What else can you say? That his touch is so soft, so gentle that you couldn't help but fall in love with him? “He... Cares. I think.”

“You fell for him.” Floyd bursts out, and it's not even a question. It's an affirmative. How did he get there so fast?

But you're fast to dissimulate. “What? No.”

“It's called Stockholm Syndrome.”

“It's not like that!” You exclaim. “You know I've been kidnapped before. Twice by the Joker, who kept me hostage for five months... I did spent three of them just to play tricks on his mind and get some of his money but you get what I mean. Batman didn't held me hostage. He spoke to me, helped me get clean of the drugs they used to give me at Belle Reve, he... He won't let the door locked anymore. He wants me to be able to live in society again.”

“I was teasing you. But since you went into great lengths to defend your relationship with him... You did fell for him.”

“Shut up, Floyd.” You mutter, too much on your head. Increasing your pace, you reach Killer, walking beside him.

Your feelings are pretty clear, as much as you don't want to admit it. And hear it like that just makes it even worse. The kiss... All you think is about that kiss you shouldn't have given.

You're thankful when the action starts, because you have something else to focus on. It doesn't resumes in shooting, you eventually get into hand to hand combat. And you can deal with it pretty well. Of course, it's easier because the guys have your back. You guess they somehow noticed you have no pleasure on doing this anymore. Diablo, as usual, doesn't participate much.

When you stop, hours later, you feel your body complaining a little, but you know it'll get worse. But you also know you can deal with that. And you will, because this time you have somewhere nice to return to.

The commotion goes on for a couple of days. It gets messy, and it only gets worse when the granades start falling from the skies. You're all bruised up again, but not as bad as you were in the hell hole. How is it possible that you're in the middle of a war and you're not as much hurt as you were inside a prison?

As you approach the terrorists base, things get worse, and even the soldiers seem to get anxious. So that means they're extra evil to you. One of them denied you a bottle of water, what made Killercroc almost get his head blown out for arguing with the man. That reminds you that you don't have an explosive this time, but the soldiers told you they will put a bullet through your head if you try anything. But they can rest their minds because the only thing you want is to end this soon.

A week later, the soldiers decide to settle for the night, and push you into a half destroyed house. Harley uses all the hot water, so you have to endure the cold. But it feels good to clean up, and you can take a look at your wounds. A few cuts and purple bruises, nothing you can't deal with. The only bad part of the times you stop to rest a little before start moving again, is that your mind involuntary floats back to Bruce. You can't help it, everything comes back. When he left his gala to dance with you, the dreams, the birthday surprise, the kiss... Why can't you take this man out of your head?

You're alone in a room where half of the wall is down. The others are downstairs, but you want to be alone. You can see the stars from here, and you wonder if Bruce is staring at them too. “Hey, freak.” A soldier comes in, throwing a small radio at you, that looks like a very rustic cellphone. “Someone wants to speak to you. You have five minutes.”

Watching as he leaves, you lie back on the floor, approaching the radio from your ear and mouth. You know who it is, and your stomach goes crazy, with a thousand butterflies flying around.

“Hi.” He answers. “How are you?”

His voice is so familiar, like home. “I'm surviving. Enduring. Just want this to be over soon.”

“It will. And you'll be back here.”

“I hope so... We're near their base now. So only a couple of days more and we'll reach it. Take them down.” You close your eyes, hoping that his voice will be enough to make you dream of him tonight. You would give anything to have him here... Or to be back home. You mean, back at his house. “How's everything there?" Stupid question, he's fine, everything is fine.

“It's weird not to have you here.”

A smile comes to your lips. “Is it?” You whisper, taking a deep breath. You're scared you'll lose control, and the words will roll out your tongue. “Our time is almost over but... Thank you, I... It's good to speak to you.”

“Just remember I'm waiting for you.” You hear his heavy breath, as if he's suffering too, tired, exhausted.

Then you hear a little static, and you know he's gone... There's a weight on your chest and you can't help but let a single tear roll down your cheek. You keep the radio near your face, as if you could hold Bruce with a little longer. “I miss you so much.” You say, barely recognizing your weak voice.

“I miss you too.” The sudden answer scares you, your eyes widened.

“I- I thought you hanged up.”

“No, I'm still here. And I miss you very much, sweetheart.”

The pet name makes you lose it, and now you're crying. “Bruce, I–”

“Time's up, Havoc.” The soldier comes back, hand reached out. “Say goodbye to your protector.”

“I gotta go. I... I miss you.” You burst out before another sentence, far more dangerous, leaves your lips. You give the man the radio back, curling up on the floor, bracing yourself.

From tomorrow, you'll fight harder. You need to go back.

• • •

“Their base–” The soldier who announces is shot in the throat, right beside you. You're duck behind the barricades, waiting for the big guns to arrive. You cannot approach with the risk of being blown up, and they're not allowed to spend you just yet.

“That's it. Shoot to kill, that's an order.” The commandant yells, and the bodies start dropping faster. But not from your gun. You keep aiming for their knees, but another bullet always finds the man you leave collapsed on the floor. “Are you deaf, slut?” He barks at you, leaving his post and pulling you up by the shoulders. “Don't you think you can trick me just because the Bat took you into his wings. Do what you do best and kill those terrorists.”

“I don't kill, sarg.” You tell him, making your way back to your post. But the grabs your arm violently, squeezing right on a wound you got. You groan, trying to pull away.

“You don't kill? Nice try. You will do as I say!” He yells right to your face, and you can feel his disgusting breath. But you won't back down, and you won't take a life just because he told you to.

“I don't kill.” You repeat, standing as tall as you can, head up raised up to look the man in the eye.

His gun makes sudden contact with your face, in the apple on the right cheek. Your head jerks to the side, and you're knocked down, a sharp pain spreading through the skull.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” Killercroc comes running, and you see through the corner of your eyes as he engages in a fight with the man.

You're done here. Crawling away from the fight, you hide yourself behind a building, seated on the floor and resting your back against the wall. They seem to be dealing with that very well, so they don't need you. You're tired of fighting, tired of being in pain.

“Havoc?” Floyd calls, startling you a little. “Are you ok? Your cheek is–”

I'm (Y/N). “Yes, I'm ok. But I'm not going back there.”

“You'll have to tell them you're feeling unwell or else–”

“I don't care, ok? I just need to go back home. I'm sick and tired of this shit.” You burst out.

“Home?” He questions, not seeming too excited to head back to the battlefield.

“Yeah, just... I'm confused, I'm hurt. I'm not thinking straight.”

“I have to head back. Sorry.”

Nodding, you close your eyes, taking in the explosions and shooting. The only thing you want is peace now, silence... Bruce's arms. A heavy, cold rain starts falling, and you're soaking wet in a matter of seconds. Your head spins around, and you lie down, eyes closed tight.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a heavy sleep.

• • •

“Lucky bitch. We should be taking her back to where she belongs.” A rough voice wakes you up, and you sit up, eyes opening slowly. You're in a truck, in the back, on the metal floor. Your hands are tied by huge metal handcuffs, that cover both hands, reaching the middle of your forearm. It's heavy.

“Let's teach her a lesson. Just like old times.” A man say, and you recognize two out of six, both were your guards in Belle Reve.

“Don't leave too many bruises. She'll be with Batman in ten minutes, he'll notice.”

Ten minutes... You're going back. This truck in taking you back. Lowering your head, you smile, breathing deeply.

“She was with the Task Force. He'll think she got them there.”

“Fine then.” You're pulled back, a dark, heavy fabric covering your head. “This is just to remind you of who you are, Havoc.”

“And to give you a nice memory of home.”

The beating starts, and your body easily collapses to the floor again. But you're lifted up, again and again. You should fight. You should do something, but you can't. You're not the superpowerful girl you thought you were. You break too, and you get hurt. And you are hurt, with countless cuts and wounds through your body. When you were high on whatever they gave you, you could keep moving. Now you can't. Being vulnerable, weak, feels awful, but there's just no strength in you. You just need to make it through the last ten minutes that separate you from home.

Home.

When exactly did the house became that?

Or is it Bruce? Is he the one becoming your home? Is it even possible? You hope it is.

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Quite Some Trick.

Dwayne (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: light injuries

Context: this is based off a post that @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic reblogged a few days ago, as well as being a sort of request thing for @browneyes528 , seeing as they mentioned that they would like to see a Dwayne fic about his skating, so here you go!

A/N: I did some research for this, because I'm not the most knowledgeable when it comes to skating terms and that, so I hope it's not too inaccurate.💛💛

Masterlist.

Exhilaration courses through me as I kick off the platform, allowing the skateboard below me to roll onto the sloped surface as I lean with it, keeping my balance as much as possible, gritting my teeth as I try to make myself as aerodynamic as I can in the process. My speed picks up at a high rate as the wheels carry me down the smooth decline, air rushing around me, my hair blowing out behind me from under my helmet as I hit the trough of the half-pipe, transitioning easily into another vert up the other side, my body titlting backwards as the board carries my legs upwards, though I quickly correct myself, triumph flooding me as I pop off the top. Once in the air, I grab the board in one hand and twist, managing to force myself round as the blood rushes to my head, gritting my teeth as I realise I'm too close to the deck to pull it off completely. In a split second, I've righted myself in time to hit the vert again, absorbing the impact by bending my knees a little, feeling a little disappointed as I control the descent, and corresponding ascent again, briefly grabbing the board as I lift off the top again, not getting enough air to do anything properly, before returning to the pipe again, halting on the opposite deck.

Chewing my lip, I try to catch my breath, leaning my skateboard against my leg as I lean back against the railing, waiting my turn again as the other skaters move up into line, a guy on skates taking my place at the front. In my head, I evaluate the trick and where it went wrong, knowing it's all down to height and velocity, deciding on what to do next time round, pulling my gloves on further as I make it known I'm in line. As I wait, I look around the skatepark, marvelling at some of the other tricks being pulled off everywhere, wincing as I see someone bail out of a 180 and land on their back, the impact looking painful despite that fact that they instantly stand and get back on their board. Oddly, I find my eyes drawn to them, their long dark hair unkempt as they skate back up to a deck a little way away, the skater turning so that I can see his face.

Somehow, his dark eyes find mine, an eyebrow raising as I feel my jaw drop: he's stunning. His skin is a warmer tanned colour, his toned chest bare beneath the leather jacket he's wearing, his muscles tensing whenever he pushes off, my eyes following his every movement. He's a very proficient skater, despite his fall a couple of minutes ago, the tricks he's pulling off putting some of the veteran skaters around here to shame in their fluidity, the sight of him skating around the skatepark mesmerising to watch, so much so that I nearly miss my turn.

Rolling my shoulders, I tear my eyes away from the dark-haired skater, balancing on my board briefly as I eye the half-pipe ahead of me, trying to spot any snakes or other lines. Upon finding none, I kick off, being sure to give myself as much power as I can as I speed down the slope, crouching slightly. This time round, I move with the board as it enters the climb, giving myself much more air when I pop off the top, allowing me time to grab the board and completely invert myself I start to drop again. Using my momentum, I pull the board around, my body righting itself again in time to hit the ramp again, triumph and pride flaring up in me as I realise I've just pulled off the trick I've been working on for hours. Unfortunately, this means I'm too distracted to notice I've gone over the top of the opposite side, the board flying away from my feet as I fall backwards, brief dread replacing the triumph as I allow myself to crash back to earth. Pain erupts in my back as I connect, harshly, with the concrete, my helmet and elbow pads cracking violently against the hard surface before I lie still, not trusting myself to get up, even though I know I should move, aware that I'm obstructing another skater.

In my haze, I barely register that someone is offering me their hand until they lean down slightly, face coming into view - the brunette from earlier. Eyes widening in embarrassment, I shoot him a small, grateful smile and take his proffered hands allowing him to pull me to my feet again, catching me when I stumble forwards a bit, still a little disorientated, my face bright red as I search for my board, only to find it lying few metres away, beside the skater's one.

"Thank you." I mumble out, picking my way over to my board, still mortified that he saw me fall like that, especially after finally managing to pull off a 360.

"No problem. That was quite some trick you just did." He compliments, smiling at me as he follows, checking me over for any serious injuries; thankfully there are none, but my cocyx and back will be sore for days maybe weeks, though my pride will recover much more quickly, especially after remembering that my saviour fell earlier on.

"You think so?" I question, surprised at his words.

"Yeah, it looked really smooth. You done it before?" He confirms, offering his hand again after a second, this time for me to shake, "I'm Dwayne by the way."

Gingerly, I take it, his skin icy underneath my bare fingertips, the frigidity seeping in through the fabric of my gloves.

"I'm (Y/n), nice to meet you. That was my first time actually managing to get the full way round. I messed up the ending, though, so it wasn't that much of a success."

"Ah, well, these things take practice. I can help you out if you want?" He offers, lifting an eyebrow in questioning.

"Are you sure? I'm nowhere near as good as you, I'd just be annoying to have around." I muse, recalling the elegant ease in which he skates, as if he's had decades of practice, even though he only looks twenty or younger.

"Of course! I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it. And I've seen you skate, you're not half as bad as you make yourself out to be." He confirms, smiling at me as we seat ourselves on the edge of one of the sections of the large bowl, having checked for other skaters before doing so.

"You think so?"

"I do."

"Well, thank you, I guess. I'll take you up on the offer, if you don't mind. I've been trying to get that trick for months." I agree, smiling back at him, realising I'm enjoying his company.

"I look forward to it, but first I think you should rest a bit, especially after your fall." Dwayne advises, gesturing to the rapidly forming bruises on my elbows.

"Yeah, I guess I should." I agree, inspecting the ugly purple marks, "Wanna get something to eat? I think I'm done here for today."

"Sure, let's go." The brunette accepts, climbing to his feet before helping me up again, the two of us swiftly skating from the skatepark. My pace is slower than normal, but I manage to keep up with the taller skater anyhow, the two if us continuing to talk as we go, pulling up in front of a stall selling food just a little way away from the Boardwalk. We order some chips and water, heading over to the wall separating the beach and the pavement in order to sit and eat, the two of us content to just chew our food in companipnable silence. As we finish, we start up the conversation again.

"So how long have you been skating for?" Dwayne inquires, looking over at me curiously.

"A few years now. My parents never really liked the idea of me doing it, so it took some time to convince them." I inform him, picking at the hem of my shorts a little.

"Why?"

"Well, they thought I should do a "real" sport, you know? Apparently skating is not good enough for them."

"They should watch you sometime, they'd change their minds immediately." Dwayne shrugs, my eyes straying to his bare chest as I notice his toned muscles moving under the tanned skin.

"I doubt I could get them anywhere near a skateboard, let alone a skatepark." I chuckle bitterly, sighing in frustration at the thought of my parents and their old-fashioned views, "How about you? How long have you been skating?"

Oddly, he looks a little hesitant to reply, seemingly considering his answer in his head before giving it.

"Since I first laid eyes on a board, I guess. I fell in love with the idea." He finally says, running a finger over the line of his board with a proud smile on his face, "I've had this board ever since I started."

"You've never broken a board?! How?!" I exclaim, recalling the three times I've snapped a board in half after going over a ramp too quickly, or by trying to skate down a flight of steps.

"I don't known I guess I'm just too careful." He laughs, looking over at me again.

Behind us, a few shouts of his name draw our attention, the skater's shoulders visibly sagging as he spots someone in the crowd, my own eyes swiftly finding them.

"You know them?" I ask him carefully, wary of offending him or his group of biker friends, the platinum blonde clearly eyeing me up from across the Boardwalk.

"Yeah, they're my brothers. I've gotta go, but I'll see you at the skatepark again tomorrow? At eight?" He affirms, looking slightly frustrated.

"Sure, I'll be there. It was nice meeting you, Dwayne."

'It was nice meeting you, too." He responds, smiling at me as he gets up, skating away from me with a quick goodbye, a small feeling of excitement rising in me at the thought of seeing him again. Before he leaves earshot, however, I call out his name, making him turn around.

"Thanks for not laughing at me when I fell!" I shout to him, grinning at the brunette.

"Only an idiot would!" He responds, waving once more as he returns to his brothers.

Twisting back around, I continue to smile to myself as I go over the last hour or so, glad to have made a new friend, even if I did gain an injury in the process.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#skateboarding

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thatcatangelwriter · 3 years

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Our queen's music haunts these Halls : Part I

Summary : Instruments let alone music, had never been a thing in the horde so Adora was intrigued when she heard soft sounds in the empty halls during a small walk at night.

Angella teaches Adora how to play piano and it quickly becomes a big part of her.

[Next] Ao3

Adora felt weak every single part of her body ached and burned. She slowly got on her feet slowly taking in her surroundings. Everything was pitch black. Where in She-Ra's name was she ? How did she even get here in the first place ?

Her train of thoughts however, was interrupted as she heard someone walking towards her direction "Who's there ?" she demanded in a very firm voice her infamous sword in hand the only response she got was a very familiar chuckle "Hey Adora" Adora gritted her teeth "Catra..what on earth do you want ? Where are we ? What even is this place ?" the magicat once again chuckled which only aggravated Adora "I'm surprised you're even still alive and are still here. I mean just look around you. You lost but yet again you were always stubborn" Adora was completely confused by her words "Look around ? Look around where ? There is only darkness.." the blonde haired girl couldn't manage to find the words needed to finish her sentence as she registered in her surroundings.

The surroundings in question had changed considerably, the once black environnement was now filled with smoke and bright flames.

All the buildings that were close by were either burned down or just completely destroyed. The blue eyed warrior could also see some horde tanks and soldiers in the distance. However, she didn't really pay attention to them. She was much more focused and most importantly absolutely horrified at all the dead bodies below their feet. She stood there frozen in place not sure what to think or even how to react. As the blonde haired girl stood in place, sword still in hand, something caught her eye. That something was in the far middle of all the dead bodies. It was also pink and purple and seemed rather bloody. Adora's eyes shot wide open in fear as her heart started beating faster and faster. She prayed to the first ones that it wasn't who she thought it was.

She swallowed her fear before moving closer to it. She then stopped walking and she once again stood in place as glistening tears formed in her eyes. Before her was Glimmer's body which was extremely bloody and heavily bruised. It was obvious when taking a single look at the Brightmoon princess's body that she was dead. A bit farther away was… Bow ? The hero fell to her knees, her hand on her mouth due to extreme shock she felt. She also noticed the bodies of the other princesses that were even further away. Their bodies just like Glimmer and Bow were also bloody and heavily bruised.

She couldn't understand what stood before her eyes "What…" Catra looked at her before saying "What do you mean "What" Isn't it obvious by now ? You failed. Just like i said you would" Adora gritted her teeth before starting to break down as she started hearing voices that kept saying and repeating over and over again that she failed. She put both of her hands on her head screaming "No….No...NO! NO!!!" and then everything went black.

Adora shot up awake, her body dripping in sweat. She took in her environnement. She was in Brightmoon castle or more accurately in Glimmer's room which made her relax. She knew she was safe here. Wait...if she was in Glimmer's room, then that would mean...she took a glance at her left and sure enough Glimmer was asleep on the other side of the floating bed.

Adora reached for the short pink and purple haired girl's shoulder before pulling away. The princess already had so much on her plate. Adora wasn't going to wake her up for a silly nightmare. She knew the short girl needed as much rest as possible. Despite all of this, Adora was still rather shaken up by the horrible nightmare she just had.

She then chose to go to the gym to loosen her mind a bit. I mean, making it focus on something else wasn't that bad of an idea, right ? Ok yeah, the current host of She-Ra had no idea what good coping mechanisms were or even bad ones. To be honest, she didn't care about it that much, it was just some silly nightmare after all. She got up and very carefully went down the gold stairs, not wanting to wake Glimmer up and make her worry before quietly leaving the room. She slowly closed the door to the short princess's rather large room.

As the princess of power walked in the hollow halls of the castle in direction of the gym, a sound caught her attention. The sound was soft and soothing, it seemed to be coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. She headed in there curious of what was the source of that soothing melody. When she got there she noticed a bright dim light coming from one of the rooms. She took a little peek inside. She wasn't sure what she expected to see but it definitely wasn't this. What she saw was Queen Angella sitting on a bench with a rather large object in front of her.

The queen was pressing something on it. While Adora wasn't really sure what the large object in front of the queen was, it was obvious it was the source of the sounds she heard.

She then fully entered the room walking closer to the immortal woman but she somehow tripped "Woah!" thankfully she caught herself before planting herself on the ground. This caused the queen to turn around confused before her expression morphed into one of shock. "Adora ? What are you doing up at this hour ? You should be asleep !" exclaimed the queen shocked to see the blonde haired warrior up at this hour "Hum.." Adora was hesitant to answer as she did not want to burden the older woman with her problems.

Angella raised an eyebrow at the girl seeing the hesitant look on her face "Adora, are you alright ?" "Huh ? Yeah i'm fine just..hum.." the queen took Adora's hands in hers before saying "Adora what is bothering you ? You can tell me."

The seventeen year old gulped before muttering "Well...i had a nightmare, a pretty bad one actually" the queen nodded in understanding before saying "That's why you are up at such an hour isn't it " Adora slowly nodded. There was a bit of silence between the two before Adora chose to break the ice by asking the queen "So what are you doing ?" the queen took a quick look at the large object behind her before answering "Oh,i was just playing the piano before you barged in" Adora raised an eyebrow at the queen's words "A piano ?" she had never heard that word before.

The queen simply smiled at her "Yes a piano, remember when we showed you music and instruments a while ago ?" Oh ! How could Adora forget ? Queen Angella, Glimmer and Bow had introduced her to the concept a couple of weeks prior. They made her listen quite a number of songs and showed a lot of instruments and while the whole situation was pretty chaotic she did enjoy learning about it . It would seem the piano was one of these objects that were rather intriguing and new to her. Bow did tell her they were a lot more then the numerous ones they showed her such as different types of flutes,guitars,violin and xylophones.

" Of course i remember it sure was something after all. I would guess this 'piano' was one of these famous instruments right ?" asked the girl curious to see if her assumption was correct. The queen smiled "Yes it is" she then asked "Would you like to try it ? You could use more non-violent hobbies" Adora was pretty shocked and did not except such a request from the queen but she couldn't find a reason to refuse her offer "Sure" the queen had put her hand on the space that was left on the other side of the large bench.

Adora seated herself on that spot taking a closer look at the instrument in front of her. It was a beautiful deep shade of purple and blue and had a silky smooth surface. It also had weird little black and white things which were probably the keys of the instrument. She pressed them curious to hear what other sounds it could make.

Angella couldn't help but smile lightly at the girl's reaction as she behind her once again taking the warrior's hand's into hers "Here let me show you" the queen placed the girl's hands on certain keys which made the blonde haired girl's fingers curved. She found the position a bit awkward and uncomfortable but she would probably get used to it as time passes. The queen then started explaining the names of the numerous black and white keys. Afterwards she started teaching her basics tunes and songs which Adora found out would take a lot of patience to play correctly. No matter how many times she tried and failed Angella never seemed angry at her which took her by surprise if this was the horde she probably would have been screamed at multiple times. The queen however, only encouraged her to keep trying.

After some time, Adora started to get the hang of it. It was still pretty obvious there was quite some room for improvement but it was a start. After some more practicing, Angella convinced Adora to head back to bed making sure to tell her that they could practice some more the next day.

It then quickly became routine for the blue eyed warrior to learn more about the soft sounding instrument with the immortal queen. She eventually became quite skilled at playing it. Sometimes her and the queen would even do duets together which was always fun to do especially with the songs Adora found most challenging.

Speaking of songs, the immortal queen made sure to teach the current host of She-Ra all the traditional ones such as the one for princess prom, weddings, birthday for the princesses and finally a proposal song. The last one had understandably caught Adora off guard since the queen had specified that this was a Brightmoon only tradition and reserved to nobles. Adora was baffled. She had to admit it was pretty sweet. The person proposing could play this on any instrument or they could play the song and add their own lyrics and sing it to the noble. This then led her to learning how to sing and writing basic songs which went better than expected. She still didn't understand why the queen taught it to her. Why would Angella the queen of brightmoon teach her a proposal song reserved for nobles ? When she asked her this the queen chuckled saying these words.

"One day this knowledge will come of use for you"

Adora kept those words in mind that was for sure. Despite how often they did, they never mentioned it to the others which the girl always found strange. The only people who could know where the guards.If somebody asked her why she never said anything she wouldn't have an answer. In the case of Angella, she had no idea the queen probably had her reasons but she wasn't too keen to find out what they were.

Despite all of this, playing the piano or rather music in general grew on her a whole lot. Adora knew that for sure her and the queen would share this mutual love of music for a very long time.

Or so she thought….

Adora enters the room that was once filled with light and radiated life. It was now dark and soulless had taken it all with her. The piano looked about the same, the only difference being the dust that was starting to form on it. It felt like she hadn't come in the room in years while it had only been two weeks or so.

After queen Angella's...passing she couldn't even bring herself to even take a quick glance at this place. She just couldn't because it made her remember all the memories she shared with the queen and it hurt to know that they were just memories now. It just didn't feel the same without the queen happy to spend some time with her in here.

Adora had thought the queen would always be there with them and so did everybody else. But now ? She was gone and nothing could bring her back. She stood there for a moment as a certain person came to her mind. Catra…

It was because of her that Angella was gone. It was because of her Glimmer didn't have her mother anymore and dear lord was she angry about it. It made her heart ache every time Glimmer had a sad look or when she would break down and cry in her arms every night. No matter how much she,Bow and everyone tried comforting her she was still sad and distant. Adora felt powerless. The last thing the queen had asked her was to take care of Glimmer and she couldn't even do that right.

Every single time she saw the horrible mental state Glimmer was in her anger towards Catra only grew more and more.

For once she knew how she felt about the wild cat.

For a very long time, she wasn't sure how she exactly felt about her ex-best friend. All she knew was just hearing her name or talking about her would make her heart ache like crazy. They both loved each other in the most toxic ways. Well she knew she had loved Catra at some point. But Catra ? She seemed much more into having her all for herself and controlling her. Which was a bit hard considering she wasn't the only one who wanted her all for herself. Adora had always been rather charming to the people around her and the blonde girl did know that the wild cat hated the way she looked at Glimmer.

She had always known this didn't she ? She just started accepting it now. She always dismissed the idea that Catra hated her, that she was bad but it only took one look at the large marks on her back to know that she was.

Never once in her life did she thought simply hearing the hybrid cat's name or just thinking about her would leave such a bitter taste in her mouth.

She shook her head. She didn't want to think about her now she had something to do. The reason she was back in this room in this first was because she needed to practice the song for Glimmer's coronation and Queen Angella's...funeral.

Apparently, the original pianist had a change of plans for some reason. Adora had no idea what came over but when she overheard about this issue she blurted out that she could replace them. The staff were extremely grateful for that.

So here she was practicing the songs that were to be played at the two events. She started playing Queen Angella's favorite song and the one Adora found the most challenging yet fun to play. She played it all alone in the dark.

Glimmer was lying in bed with Bow who had decided to stay with her ,sleeping well more like she was trying too but she just couldn't manage too. But maybe..? She turned around expecting to see Adora fast asleep on the other side of her bed but she was shocked to find she wasn't her eyes shot wide. She turned to see Bow asleep before waking him up "What..?" "Bow ! Adora is not here !" he shot up "What !?" before they had time to even start looking for her a sound caught their attention. It sounded rather familiar as both of their eyes widened as they recognized the melody Bow looked at her "Isn't that …?"

"The blood moon song ? Yeah…" it was her mother's favorite song to play on the piano and just favorite song all around. From what she could recall her mother was the only one who knew how to play this song on the piano. So who on Etheria is the one playing right now ? In the middle of the night nonetheless.

They stepped outside but froze seeing what was in front of them. Pretty much everyone who was in the castle had also stepped outside into the halls to listen to the music. A lot of them were holding hands swaying their bodies along with the melody. Bow and Glimmer then did the same. No one said a word, but then someone whispered

"Our queen's music lives on"

When the song came to an end, everybody retreated back to their rooms including Bow and Glimmer.

When they heard the melody at night during the days that followed Glimmer couldn't help but wonder who was the one playing.

A few weeks later, Adora had found herself seated next to Glimmer and Bow in the middle front row. They had been here for quite some time. They were the first present in the room,in fact which made sense. Both her and Bow would look at Glimmer every once in a while making sure she was alright. The now soon to be queen had leaned her head on Adora's shoulder and a sad look on her face with red puffy eyes. Her two friends shot worried looks at each other. Not only was Adora concerned about the emotional state of her friend she was also preoccupied or rather stressed about her upcoming performance on the piano that was coming up very soon.

There was also another problem, she kinda..forgot to mention it to Bow and Glimmer so she should probably do that. It was a bit last minute but better late than never.

She sighed before whispering as she would have to go on stage soon "Hum, guys i'm gonna have to get up soon" Bow shot up "What !? Why !?" Glimmer tightened her hold on the blonde haired girl which made her frown "Well i'm actually going to play piano since the original pianist couldn't come so i took over."

The shock on their faces was priceless as something dawned on them "Wait...so the person playing piano at night..was you !?" exclaimed Bow as Glimmer's mouth was left wide open. Adora was pretty shocked at his words "Wait you guys heard me playing !?" "Yeah everyone did " spoke Glimmer.

Adora wasn't really sure how to feel about that. Should she be angry at herself for letting everybody hear her playing the instrument ? Or embarrassed ? She wasn't really sure.

She left her personal crisis aside as Bow asked "Wait where did you even learn how to play the piano to begin with and Angella's favorite song nonetheless " Adora was hesitant to respond so she mumbled her answer "Queen Angella taught me" Bow and Glimmer's eyes once again widen at her words as Adora nervously rubbed her neck.

"Wait what ? Adora you're going to play the piano !? Guys this is crazy !" The best friend squad turned around at the sound of the voice turns out it was Frosta who had a huge grin on her face.

She was seated on the bench next to them with Mermista, Sea Hawk, Perfuma, Netossa, Spinnerella and Castaspella. They all had their attention focused on Adora shock written all over their faces "Wait then that means you're the one playing at night ! Since you could even play ? " asked Sea Hawk aghast. Adora couldn't blame them for their reactions. She had never told them about her piano lessons with the queen.

She didn't know why she never said anything at first but with the fact that she was..gone. Simply mentioning her name could make everyone emotional herself included even if she wouldn't dare show it. She couldn't answer all their questions as the ceremony was starting.

As the ceremony went on, many people came up on stage and gave speeches that were all quite emotional. Glimmer's speech had definitely stolen the show. It left everyone present in tears, even her ! Thankfully her friends didn't notice probably because they were too busy crying themselves. When Glimmer finished her speech, the priest talked for a couple more minutes before saying "Now Adora,current host of She Ra, Princess of Power, will now be doing a tribute to Queen Angella on the piano a skill that she learned from the late queen herself according to the guards so i would like her to come up on stage" Adora's blood pressure shot to the roof at those words.

She took some deep breaths standing up as people cheered and clapped their hands. She heard the kind words of encouragement from her friends

"Yeah!! Adora !!!"

" You'll do great !!"

"Good luck !!"

"I can't wait to hear you play !!"

"You'll do amazingly just like everything else you do and are "

Adora froze at the last words she turned around it was Glimmer who had said that. The princess's eyes were still red and puffy but she was smiling. Adora blushed before bending down taking the soon to be queen's hand and giving it a light kiss. Netossa and a few of their friends whistled while Bow and Castaspella's eyes widened including Glimmer as a blush coated her face. Adora then went up on stage.

The priest gave her the microphone which made her quite nervous. She looked at her friends that were at the front seats. They all had supportive looks on their faces, especially Glimmer. Adora started to feel much more confident looking at her. She spoke up "Hello everyone ! I hope you are all doing ok despite the reason why we are all here.

She took a deep breath before speaking up again "I might have not known Queen Angella for as long as other people in this room have or known that much about her but, I do know this, she was an amazing person and an amazing mother at that. She was a bit overbearing at times but that overbearingness came from a place of love and not greed. I don't think any adults in my life loved me the way she did. She trusted and taught so much" she paused holding her tears and sadness in.

"Such as the piano and her favorite song which i will be demonstrating" These words had gotten the crowd quite excited as she sat on the bench.

She once again took a deep breath before placing her fingers above the black and white notes and started playing as a deep silence overcame the room. Her friend's jaws dropped. She was amazing ! It was clear she had perfected the song. It must have taken days and days of practice. How come she had never mentioned this talent of hers ?

It was obvious she and the late queen had been doing this for some time. Glimmer knew her mother could play piano; she would even play for her sometimes. Why would she not tell her she was teaching Adora ? The group would ask her their burning questions later.

The song was chilling and fast paced. Something about the way Adora played it was different than the way Angella did but Glimmer loved it all the same.

Adora had found herself reciting all the notes on her mind like the back of her hand.

Bow leaned close to Glimmer's ear whispering " She is really good at this, isn't she ? " Glimmer had an admiring smile on her face as she spoke "Yeah she is"

The song came to an end. Adora stood up and bowed as the audience clapped and cheered. She got off the stage being greeted by the smiles of her friends who were still clapping their hands.

She retook her seat next to Glimmer and Bow. They got closer to her "You were great !" spoke Bow Glimmer then added "You really were" Adora smiled at their comments before responding "Thanks guys, i'm glad you liked it "

They then turned their attention to the priest "She-Ra, i must thank you for that outstanding performance ! Truly you have a lot of talent ! Now i must thank you all for attending this celebration of Queen Angella's life !!" the people then started leaving the rebellion however, stayed they had no reason to but they did anyways.

Adora felt like she could finally breathe. She had been anxious the whole time. She was thankful the audience had enjoyed her performance. There was a bit of silence but Bow decided to break it "So were you ever going to mention the fact that Angella taught you how to play piano or…?" everyone looked at her they wanted to ask her the same thing

Adora shifted a bit awkwardly "Hum...well the reason i didn't say anything was hum we were still grieving and talking about Angella did not seem like a good idea to me and i wasn't even able to look at the piano room for a while so saying something about it just...i couldn't do it."

Everyone in the group frowned at her words; they all had been grieving; they still were; Adora had spent so much time helping them but she dealt with her own pain alone.

Frosta wanted to lift the mood a little so she asked " So do you know any other songs ?" "Yeah a couple few" "When do you even practice ?" chimed Mermista curious.

Adora was about to answer but Bow beat her to it "Well actually she was the one who played at night so she probably practices then" she relented "What he said"

Glimmer raised an eyebrow at her " About that, don't tell me you have missed hours of sleep because you're occupied playing the piano" Adora wasn't expecting her to say that "Hum...i'm not ?" she cringed at her words; it sounded more like a question than an actual answer. Glimmer was unconvinced by her claim.

While it was true that she spent some time practicing she didn't take too long. It was only about two hours these days had been a bit of an exception due to the songs of the funeral and Glimmer's upcoming coronation that she had to learn.

They asked a couple more questions before leaving the room. It was starting to get dark. The group went to their rooms,except Glimmer and Adora. The latter was planning to practice the songs for Glimmer's coronation that was coming up soon. As she was about to go to the room where the piano was located Glimmer grabbed her arm, she turned her head at her " What's wrong ?"

Glimmer bit her lip "Nothing i'm fine. It's just.." she trailed off a bit hesitant to answer "Come on, you can tell me" encouraged her friend. Glimmer glanced at her "Could you..could you play the piano for me ? Adora blinked Glimmer's request had took her off guard; she then smiled at her "Of course !"

Funny enough Glimmer didn't expect her to accept her request "Really !?" Adora laughed lightly " Yeah, i was planning to go practice for your coronation anyways, so why not ?" Glimmer practically tackled her "Thank you !" and off they went to the piano room.

The two very close friends were now seated on the bench, the gorgeous crystal clear blue and purple piano in front of them. Just like at the funeral that had taken place not too long ago, Glimmer's head was resting on Adora's shoulder. The soon to be queen had a nostalgic smile on her face with tears in her eyes. Here thoughts were filled with memories of her mother playing the piano for her. More tears spilled from her eyes as Adora started playing her favorite song. It was the song that Glimmer asked her mother to play everytime. She recalled how much it amused her mother.

A little eight year old Glimmer entered the room with her mother Angella. The young girl was pretty excited since her mother had promised her that she would spend some time with her today.

The queen always had a quite large amount of duties to attend to but, she always made sure to have some time for her young daughter. These days however, her workload was just building up. It only got bigger and bigger with each passing day.

Unfortunately,because of this, the queen wasn't able to spend as much time with Glimmer as usual or rather that she would have liked. The little girl ran to the purple and blue instrument before sitting on the bench. Her mother joined her not too long after.

Glimmer had a big grin plastered all over her face. Angella chuckled saying "Let me guess, you want me to play' the princess's lullaby' for you ?" her daughter smiled nodding as the queen let out a little laugh at the young girl's enthusiasm.

Glimmer's grin got even bigger when her mother started playing. When the queen was done with the song she turned her attention to her young daughter "So did you like it ?" "Yes ! Thank you so much !" they then smiled at each other leaving the room content and ready to spend some more time together.

Glimmer smiled as she was slowly starting to bring herself back into the present time. She softly hummed along the song as Adora played it. Her friend took a quick glance at her, a smile appeared on her face as she saw Glimmer's calm and happy smile on her face.

It was without a doubt a welcomed sight. It felt like she hadn't seen her friend actually happy. Adora played the final note, letting it camly echo throughout the room. Glimmer looked at her, eyes filled with admiration murmuring "Thank you…" the warrior smiled at her before saying "Your welcome"

They didn't think it would be the last time they would be happy with each other for a long time.

Adora storms out the room, tears in her eyes as Bow screams her name. All of her friends and Micah stood shocked. She felt angry,sad,heartbroken and just frustrated. It was just too much for her, all of these emotions taking over her.

She ran to the piano room,harshly slamming the door and locking it shut. She placed her hands on her knees trying desperately to calm down after acting up like that. She walked slowly to the piano, still emotional after what happened just a bit earlier or rather what happened these past few weeks.

First of all, her relationship with Glimmer was a big mess right now. A lot of her relationships had turned into a big mess this year. Last thing she wanted was to add another one to the list. Especially since this one hurted so much, too much in fact.

And yet, she had felt like this before. Glimmer wasn't the only one she fell in love with and then broke her heart. Catra did as well. It's kinda funny they kinda act the same now that she thought about it. She never expected the woman she fell in love with would almost destroy the world all while as she said break her heart. Let alone that it would happen twice.

It would seem hearts of gold are the ones who get broken the worst. How oddly poetic. She laughed as tears fell from her eyes. Looks like falling in love as She-Ra is a nightmare dressed like the most gorgeous daydream.

She recalled the events from earlier.

The rebellion and her were all seated at the table. Micah at what once was Angella's seat. The sorcerer sighed putting his hand on his forehead "Look, i have been thinking about what we were going to do now with these drones that have been terrorizing the entire population or safest bet is to leave the castle and set up bases in multiple areas''

This plan was gonna take some time to execute and while logical there were some big risks to it.

Bow spoke up "What about Glimmer ? What do we do ?" Adora looked at the king; this was what she really wanted to know. It was what kept her up at night.

Micah looked away; he knew they wouldn't like his answer. He sighed saying "For now ? Nothing. We can't get her right now"

Adora shot up at those words shouting "What !!?" The king flinched "Look i understand this might be hard" She went up to him blood boiling "Hard !? You damn right it is !" she waved her arms in frustration "If we don't do anything we might lose another Queen of Brightmoon !"

Bow walked up to her " Adora i know this a lot for you." Micah then joined in "I'm sure Glimmer was one of your dearest friends but…"

Tears spilled from Adora's eyes as she clenched her fist " She's more than a friend" Everyone gasped their eyes getting wide. Adora snapped her head at the king sorcerer "You lost your queen and it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm around. We can't lose another queen of Brightmoon ...i can't. Especially when this one is mine."

She stopped dead in her tracks. She saw the shocked expression on her friends faces. Shit. Why did she say that ? Her emotions had gotten the better off her. Bow tried to get close to her "Adora…" she bolted out of the room.

Adora covered her face with her hands groaning. Why did she have to make such a scene ? She recomposed herself taking a look at the instrument behind her. Due to Micha's new plan, she wouldn't be able to play for a while and she might as well make it count.

Positioning her fingers above the delicate keys she started playing but then she found herself singing.

I've been here before

But always hit the floor

I've spent a lifetime running

And I always get away

Adora didn't stay. She always ran to what others told her too. What her destiny led to. To what she thought was right.

But with you I'm feeling something

That makes me want to stay

Looking back she never truly wanted to stay in the horde now did she ? While they were some people that she once deeply cared about, that place was bad. And now the people she cared about probably didn't care about her either now.

And then came the rebellion, after coming from such an awful and terrible environnement to this new one that was pretty much the complete opposite of everything she knew and learned for years. It was..a bit of a 'culture' shock per say.

However as time went on, it started to feel more like..well a home. She finally felt like she had a place that she could always go back too. Her new friends weren't like the one she had back in the horde. And Glimmer…

No one made her feel the way she did. No one and nobody seemed to care for her the way her queen did. She stayed for her and she always will.

I'm prepared for this

I never shoot to miss

But I feel like a storm is coming

If I'm gonna make it through the day

Then there's no more use in running

This is something I gotta face

Adora wouldn't let herself fail. She wouldn't give up. She wouldn't let other people break her down anymore.

If I risk it all

Could you break my fall?

Adora gave and she risked a lot. She never wanted a lot. She gave and gave but she never took. Losing herself for others what something she did and would do again.

How do I live? How do I breathe?

When you're not here I'm suffocating

I want to feel love, run through my blood

Tell me is this where I give it all up?

For you I have to risk it all

'Cause the writing's on the wall

Adora only ever wanted to prove that she was worthy of something, of love. It was what she wanted. For others to love her as much she did them. But they never understood that which was strange. She gave everything but it never felt like it was enough.

A million shards of glass

That haunt me from my past

As the stars begin to gather

And the light begins to fade

When all hope begins to shatter

Know that I won't be afraid

She had a vague memory of seeing stars and now ? It could be the last time she ever sees them. It was the only thing she had from where she came from,before the portal. It was a bit sentimental but this wasn't about her. This was about the fate of the world. She was the only hope it had left.

She kept on singing the melody not realising that she had gotten herself an audience close to the door. They didn't say a word as she went on and on.

For you I have to risk it all

Cause the writing's on the wall

They had done it.They had ended the war.

It hadn't been easy, far from it but it had been worth it in the end. As she and Glimmer cuddled in bed together she thought that while maybe hearts of gold are the ones that get hurt the worst they all get mended in the end. This was their happy ending and Adora wouldn't change it for the world.

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Loud {Asra x FemReader}

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You're currently in your shared bed with your master Asra, thinking about what you should probably have for breakfast. Getting up and looking outside the window, you change your mind and agreeing brunch is now your priority for right now until you hear a familiar voice coming from the shop downstairs.

"Y/n, Y/n!" Your master Asra called out for you "Friend!" You hear his companion Faust and decided to get up.

Walking downstairs, you think about what you're going to eat. Eventually you make it downstairs, and there, standing in the doorway of the shop, you see nobody other than Asra, Faust hanging from his arm.

"Y/N!" Faust slithers from Asra’s arm to your shoulder.

"Good morning Faust." You smile as she makes her way down back to Asra.

"Good morning? More like afternoon, you've been sleeping all day." He confronted you. "Hurry and get dressed, we have to go to the marketplace."

You nod and race back upstairs to get dressed and wash up. You eventually make it back downstairs and see Asra drinking tea and Faust laying down on the table.

"Finally ready? Let's go." Asra stands. "Okay master," you reply.

Asra stops in his tracks looking at you a little uncomfortable, maybe he’s upset.

‘Did I say something wrong? What did I do? Maybe he doesn’t want me to go—’

He sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts. "Hey y/n,” He starts, “could you not call me master anymore? We've known each other for a very long time you don’t have to rea-"

"Yup! No problem! Sorry, I'll stop it's just I umm i-i, LETS GO!" You cut him off and run out the door.

He eventually catches up to you and you apologize to him. The two of you share laughs all the way to the marketplace. Watching him laugh and seeing his dimples make you blush a light tint of red.

Asra is the only thing you want right now, and walking right beside him made you realize even more. You don't want him just kissing your hands, forehead, and cheeks; you want to feel his lips on yours, like he’s the missing puzzle piece that will complete you. You haven't realized how long you were staring at him but you snapped back to reality and blinked a couple of times.

"Enjoying the view Y/n." Asra nudged you and laughed.

Your face is now completely lit up with a bright read your ears feel like they're going to explode. You feel completely burned up and embarrassed. You quickly turn away from him in denial that you actually stared at him for a long period of time.

"I'm sorry.." You sigh in response not knowing what to say or do so you keep your head down not wanting to cause any problems.

You guys eventually make it to the marketplace.

"Smell that Y/n? Fresh pumpkin bread. I bet you're starving." He wasn’t wrong; you hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and pumpkin bread doesn't seem half bad.

You nod in response, your cheeks still painted with a tint of red. While watching him pay and spark up conversation, you see Faust slither down his leg and towards you.

"No Sad!" She noticed that you weren't looking like you usually do, so you thought to yourself..

'I trust her enough to tell her. She won't tell Asra, she can keep a secret'

"Hey Faust, can I tell you a secret?" you ask her in a hushed voice, and out of curiosity she responds with "Like Asra!"

Your mouth drops as she already knew that you've developed feelings for your partner, the person who taught you all you knew about magic.

"How did you know I ummm.." your whisper turned into mouthing "'liked Asra'."

It took a few tries to mouth it until faust shook her head and said "I Didnt!" she slithers back onto Asras shoulder.

You get antsy looking over at Faust, then up a bit and see Asra, just looking at him puts you in a whole other universe wishing it can just be you two alone just being together. Cuddling with him just seems like a dream come true. You see him start to turn back to you, but before he can catch you day dreaming you finally snap out of it and turn around and look up spotting a bird flying above your head.

"That's cool." You say to yourself.

"What is?" Catching you off guard again was no one other than Asra, staring with a smug look on his face.

"Oh uhh," Quickly trying to think of something, you blurt out the first that that comes to mind. “That bird has wings.” ‘Idiot!’ Immediately regretting what you just said, you put your head down and trying to look at Asra in the corner of your eye to only see him smiling in delight.

"Excellent observation. Such veryyyy rare things to spot on a bird, good job Y/n.” He chuckles teasingly. “Let's hurry and take the bread back to the shop before it gets cold." You get up from the table you sat at kinda confused since you guys always sit and stay around. Buy you just shrug it off and follow him back to the shop.

Once you arrive, you hurry up snatch a piece of bread. Not eating all day wasn’t the best idea because now your stomach wouldn’t shut up. The piece of pumpkin bread given to you was a generous amount and you completely devoured it like a lion who hadn’t eaten in 3 days. Looking over at Asra you notice how he didn’t eat any bread yet.

"Are you not hungry Asra?." You ask while he pulls another one of his smug smiles. "Kinda but Faust told me a little small secret of yours."

You immediately regret telling Faust but you couldn't stay mad at her being that she was also your friend, all you can do is hope that she didnt actually tell Asra that you developed deep feelings for him.

"I am ver-." You immediately got cut off by the feel of Asra’s lips against yours. At first, it shocked you but you soon melted into the kiss. One of his hands found it's way around your waist and the other one on the back of your neck, pulling you forward and deepening the kiss. He only pulled away to catch his breath.

"Asra..." Your voice comes out raspy, but as soon as you caught your breath, Asra dived back in, lips moving in sync. He licked the bottom of your lip to enter and you opened your mouth letting out a muffled squeal as his tongue explored your mouth. He soon trailed all the way down to your neck to make his work but stopped.

"I-Is it okay if i-?" He trailed off, looking up for confirmation. You only nod in response, lost for words.

It was like he was confused at first where to start, but soon started attacking your neck with expert skill. At first it was small kisses and pecks, but turned into sucking and biting until he was satisfied on marking you. While he was working on you, you started to try and remove his shawl, but he insisted to keep it on.

He picked you up and told Faust "Sorry for that Faust. If we get too loud, you have permission to go to the castle for a while." And saying that he carried you bridal style up the stairs and dropped you on the bed.

"If we get too loud? What are you planning on doing to me..?" You teasingly ask him out of curiosity "I mean I won't mind whatever you want to do."

Asra only laughs in response. You look into his eyes they're clouded, full of lust and you couldn't help yourself and pulled him towards you and you flip asra so you're on top of him and straddle him.

You've never done anything like this before, as far as you can remember, and you didn't know what you're doing, but you didn’t want to seem helpless and have Asra do everything. So you do the opposite that comes to your mind, and start grinding your hips down against his.

He looks at you completely puzzled but his confused face turned into his famous smug and bucks up his hips to find friction. You gasp in response, causing Asra to smirk as he did it again. Slowly, he trailed his hand down your body, and in between your legs, rubbing at your clothed core.

A moan erupts from your lips, back arching up into him. You pull him down into a kiss, moving your hands to tug at his shirt, signaling you desperately needed to go further.

He complies and removes his shirt slowly, teasing you as he does so. Silently snickering a bit, he finally finishes and looks at you with pure lust, and post-haste attack’s your neck, nipping at every inch of skin he can. By the time he’s done, your neck and collarbone are littered with purple and red bruises against your abused skin.

"This isn’t very fair, Y/N. I’m half naked, and you’re still fully clothed.~" He suggests "Mmm maybe I should..." He tugs at the sleeve of your shirt, making you blush.

You remove your top just bashfully, hoping that he doesn’t judge you in any way. He gets eager enough to take off your clothes himself very fast, like an impatient child wanting a piece of candy.

He eventually manages to strip you from the very tattered up pants.

Asra looks down at your nearly naked body, his gaze not wavering. You squirm underneath him, worried that he doesn’t like what he sees, until you hear his say, no louder than a whisper: “You look absolutely stunning.”

He unhooks your bra and pulls down the straps to take it off, and you can’t help but blush when his hand slightly brushes against your skin.

"Asra... can i uhh..."

"Yes you can, you don't have to ask me to uhh." He mocks playfully "No seriously Asra ca- I want to do stuff as well!"

Your demanding manner made him grin and only shake his head. "Let me think." He looked into your pleading but stern eyes, "Not right now sweetheart."

'He called me sweetheart!’ You internally screamed your face is completely lit up more than ever before.

Asra is still making his way to remove all your clothes. All is left is your panties, completely soaked from Asra’s teasing.

Your eyes trail down his golden toned skin, looking at his slim figure down to his lower abdomen, being more than impressed with the bulge you see in his underwear. You want him badly. You've always had since the time you woke up in his arms, maybe even before that, but you try not to remember. You don't want a headache to ruin this moment. You pull him up into a deep kiss, you finally caught him off guard.

Oh how the tables have turned, and it felt really good until he picks you up and falls on top of you on the bed.

"Ready?" That was a question you've wanted to hear since you've met him, always wanting this, wanting to feel him inside you.

"Yes, Asra, please."

With that he quickly sheds the little bit of clothing he has left and positions his member to your entrance.

"If it hurts tell me okay?" You nod in response to only let out a loud moan as he slowly pushes himself in.

"F-fuck" He curses under his breath "You feel so fucking good." You didnt really you started to move your hips to feel more friction, signaling you’re ready for him to continue. Apparently he took the hint, as he pulled out almost to the tip, only to slam back into you forcefully.

Asra slams back in a few more times until he picks a pace and constantly keeps until you tug at his hair, "F-Faster."

Your demanding tone makes him grin. "Just because you're currently being pounded doesn’t mean you lose manners Y/n."

Just to tease you, he slows down his thrusts, driving you crazy. Every thrust makes you moan. You try to speak again, attempting to ask him politely, but it just turns into slurred nonsense.

He understands that you're trying to redeem yourself to go at a faster pace, but it just wasn’t enough for him.

"Come on darling, just say it~." Cooing his words to make you feel better.

"P-Please.." you’re able to get out.

"Please what y/n?" His thrusts start to pick up pace. "Please F..faster." You whimper not being able say barely more than a few words.

"Faster? Want me to speak faster? Be more specific, princess."

"Asra.." you only hear him groan in response. "Ca..." You dont know what you're saying, too lost in the moment to really care.

He tuts teasingly. "Heh, I sure wonder what a ca is... hmm do you mean clit y/n? Why didn’t you just say that."

'No that was not what I meant!' But Asra pulls out of you only to lay you on your stomach and enter again without warning.

You scream in response of this sudden action of his, only to realize the position you were in. Your thoughts got messed up as he starts to rub your clit rapidly and resumes his almost punishing thrusts.

You couldn't feel anything but pleasure. You saw white as your lover had you at his mercy, only able to moan and sail as he makes love to you. Feeling a knot start to form in your stomach made you feel like you were about to burst, you wanted to let go of this feeling not knowing what it was called at this point but you wanted to last so Asra could feel satisfied.

Hearing Asra groan was like music to your ears but he began to let out loud whines and howls "i-m going to cum." He began to chant to you and that was probably why you felt the knot in your stomach that was what needed to happen. With the strength you had left you screamed "ME TOO!!" Not knowing what you said until you felt like you were going to break your legs gave in and you threw your head back releasing the knot in your stomach with a loud moan.

Your body was shaking feeling the pleasure leave you. Asras thrusts began to become sloppy as he still continued to pound into you but he eventually gave in and you felt a hot liquid shoot inside of you, making your moans sync with each other.

Asra collapse on top of you for a few moments before pulling out finally and carrying you out the room to wash you up putting you in your night clothing. Afterwards you two lay down in bed together cuddling and asra whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you so much, Y/n." He smiles looking at you. You smile and whisper into his chest, “I love you more.” Before you can tell him all you wanted to before your lovemaking Faust enters the room.

"LoUd!" She then begins to slither onto the bed with you guys laying on asras shoulder and falling asleep "Maybe we were a little too loud asra."

"Maybe Faust was just listening a little too hard." His response mad should fall even more in love with him. You lean up and capture his lips in another kiss, and look at him seductively.

He chuckled, the vibrations feeling good against your chest. "Don’t tempt me Y/n, I just washed you up."

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dalgonachan · 5 years

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Kiss It Better

member: Mingyu x reader

genre: fluff with a dash of angst, live-in partners, non-idol au (?)

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

prompt: there's no doubt his kisses were all you needed to feel a whole lot better

word count: 1735

a/n: i had a hard time choosing what gif to put so pls don’t kill me

The comfort of lying in bed lessens the throbbing pain in your head. With eyes shut and breaths evened out, you try to keep your focus on achieving the state of relaxation you need. The silence, however, only seems to amplify the throbbing; you groan through clenched teeth.

"How much does it hurt?" The sound of Mingyu's husky voice fills your ears.

You want to tell him that your head feels like exploding, that you want to bang your head straight on a wall, that it hurt so much worse than hell. Instead, the pain restrains you from saying any more than two words.

"A lot." You reply weakly.

The bed dips and you feel Mingyu shuffling by your side. His hand rests warmly on your cheek for him to caress, then it trails upwards to your hair and runs his fingers through it. You let out a shaky sigh as you relished in the gentleness of his touch. Somehow, it helps you tolerate the headache.

"My poor baby," Mingyu mutters before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"May you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

His hand stops to rest on your shoulder and you feel him scoot closer to press your foreheads together. A small smile forms on your lips, an expression that showed your content towards Mingyu's sweet little action. There was no doubt he had a healing kiss because, at that moment, you could feel the pain slowly subsiding.

Hot oil spatters out of the pan and lands on your arm, the brief scalding sensation making you yelp and hop away from the stove. Earlier today, you had asked Mingyu if he could teach you to cook which he immediately (and enthusiastically) complied. Now, he was laughing at you for being too afraid to come near the stove after being exposed to minuscule droplets of oil and a harmless burn.

"Stop laughing at me, you little shit!" You barked, but he only cackled even louder. "That actually hurt! I don't understand how you're able to withstand it."

"You're just weak." He teased and you glared at him. "Now come back here, you little shit. We're not done yet."

You shook your head and backed away. "Nuh-uh."

"Quit being such a scaredy-cat." It only took Mingyu a single stride for him to reach your arm and tug you back to his side. "You're all grown up already. You need to learn how to cook so that you can feed yourself without needing anybody's help."

"But it's so hot and my arm still hurts!" You whined, pouting at him while pointing at the spot the oil had hit.

"(Y/n), I literally don't see anything wrong with it." He said as he took you by the wrist and examined your arm.

"But it hurts." You insisted.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled your arm next to his face and grazed his lips over the skin you claimed to have gotten burnt before turning to you and grumbling, "You're such a baby."

You flash him a cheeky grin. "But I'm your baby."

Sometimes, his kisses were all you needed even when unnecessary.

It takes a while before you finally decide what you're in the mood to wear. Grabbing your clothes, you toss them onto the bed while shutting the closet doors when—

"YAAA!" Mingyu jumps out of hiding and scares you shitless.

Startled, you shriek and accidentally bump into the closet. You don't need the loud thud to tell you how hard the impact was because you've already fallen to the floor while cradling your knee.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Mingyu hurriedly gets down to your side, regret and worry on his face as he looks down at your writhing figure.

"You fucking son of a bitch, do I look like I'm okay?!" You yell and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from slapping him. "I'm going to get a bad bruise and it's all your fault!"

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." He sounds so genuinely apologetic that it washes away all your anger. "I'm going to get some ice. Just stay here, okay?"

With that, he leaves the room and you listen to the echo of his footsteps trudging down the stairs.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere, Mingyu." You mutter with a chuckle as you manage to get off the ground and prop yourself on the bed.

Lifting your leg, you observe the dark-hued discoloration beginning to bloom on your knee. The swelling pain makes you cringe and you bite down on your lip to keep from hissing. Soon, Mingyu returns with an ice pack in hand and he kneels before you to place it on the fresh bruise. The sharp coldness on the injury causes your lips to knit into nothing but a thin line on your visage.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He says, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes, pouting all the while with his lower lip jutting out.

"It's alright. You didn't mean it." You shrug nonchalantly, brushing his forehead free from hair then flicking it. "Just don't do it again, you idiot."

He flinches back in surprise, then nods while grinning sheepishly. "Yes, yes. I won't. I'm sorry."

Seconds later, Mingyu lifts the ice pack away to look at the bruise forming on your skin; you grimace at the sight of red and purple clotting right below the surface. Carefully, he lowers his lips until they delicately make contact with your knee. You don't feel anything due to the numbness caused by the ice, but you're pretty sure that kiss was just as good as any remedy—maybe, even better.

Soreness; it's the first thing you feel throughout your entire body when you wake up. The urge to immerse yourself in a hot shower reels your head off the pillow, but you wince halfway through sitting up by a twinge on your shoulder. To make things worse, the supposedly short-lived pain eventually flares into a nonstop stinging sensation. Wondering what the hell was bothering you so early in the morning, you look over to check on it and discover a huge hickey just right above your shoulder blade.

Last night was a blur thanks to all the alcohol, but you can still clearly recall making love with Mingyu. His canines were something you were fully aware of, but you had absolutely no idea how damn hard he could bite. You trace your fingers over the love mark and let out a whimper, partly out of shock and of pain.

Just then, your attention shifts to the man lying next to you who's stirred from his sleep. You watch him stretch out his arms and legs as he heaves a long and deep yawn. It takes a while before his eyes flutter open and he sees you staring, a silly smile lighting up his already handsome features to greet you good morning. However, the smile drops when he sees you rubbing the area he had bitten and instantly, he's up to take a look at it too.

"Does it hurt that bad?" Mingyu asks, furrowing his brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." You try to sound as casual as possible to make him less worried about it. "Hickeys last for only a few days though, so it's nothing."

He doesn't say anything, but the disapproving frown on his face speaks for himself. Seconds later, his strong arms wrap you in warmth as he pecks the skin he had nipped the night before. The desire of a hot shower is long forgotten as the two of you retreat into the covers once again.

It wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal, yet here you were bawling your eyes out on the couch. You were caught in the pounding rain on the way home and in your rush, failed to notice that you had dropped the keyring Mingyu had given you years ago. Most people would simply shrug it off and get on with their lives, but for you, that Mickey Mouse keyring possessed great sentimental value; it served as a reminder of the time you and Mingyu celebrated your first anniversary as a couple.

Back then, he had surprised you a few days before that you were going on a trip to Hong Kong Disneyland. The sudden announcement made your jaw drop from utter disbelief, especially because of the fact that he had paid so much and you were going out of the country just to celebrate your first anniversary together. It was a one week vacation, but the events in Disneyland were the only memories that stayed with you after you left Hong Kong. You had so much fun that Mingyu decided to buy you the keyring as a souvenir and you've never stopped using it ever since... until you lost it out of pure carelessness.

"It's alright, (Y/n). Look at me, I'm not mad at all." Mingyu said, trying to console you from your distress.

"But you gave that to me on our first year together and... and... now, it's gone forever!" You wailed in between hiccups caused by ceaseless sobbing. "I probably look like an idiot for crying over a keyring, but I'm an even bigger idiot for losing it!"

Your lament makes you cry even harder as Mingyu encases you into a soothing hug. It successfully pacifies your sadness and soon enough, your bawling gradually turns into sniffles.

"Are you still upset about it?" Mingyu puts his hands on either side of your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.

"Yeah." You respond in a quavering voice.

"Will it be possible for me to kiss it better?" He asks; his eyes are focused on you, but you catch them flicker to your lips for a split second.

It was a simple and innocent question, yet it was more than enough to lift your spirits. You smile at him affectionately and lightly giggle. "Well, there was never a time your kisses never worked, so go ahead."

He grins mirthfully, a charming sight adorning his gorgeous visage, making you fall for him ten times over again. Without further ado, your lips touch and it sparks a feeling so magical that you melt into each other. Your heartbeat quickens the same way your breaths do and in that blissful moment, you could already feel him curing you of melancholy.

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pennys-th0ughts · 5 years

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The Bond (Chapter One)

… And life slowly left her body as a subtle and relieving shiver that brought peace and every trace of sadness, finally, faded away…

Three bright and shinning dots were dancing slowly on the palm of my hand; they looked pretty much like three tiny stars playing some kind of children’s game, taking turns to shine brighter in front of my eyes. The sky was darker than usual that night seeming to reflect the deepest echoes coming from the bottom of my being. Something was cracking inside of me and I couldn’t know what it was but the feeling was like thousands of sharp needles piercing my entire body. I was feeling powerless and, ironically, empty. That moment felt like it lasted years and I was watching the scene sequence in slow motion over and over again and once it finished, it repeated again, tearing my insides apart one more time. I grabbed my head with both hands and began plunging my nails in the middle of my scalp until blood started to flow drawing thick lines all over my face. I kept forcing open the wound until I heard skin and flesh being tearing apart and, strongly pulling from both sides, I finally managed to rip up the human shell that was keeping my true me hiding. This ends here and now – I thought to myself and jumped into the pitch black void waiting to be fed…

A hand landed on my shoulder giving me a little start.

– ¿Are you alright? – Her tender voice made me snap out of it.

I looked down until I only saw her small feet in front of mine; she sat down next to me and searched for my wandering eyes. Her inviting gaze was so persistent that it finally made me look at her eyes; those beautiful mortal gateways full of life that somehow, in that very moment, became some kind of mystic meaning to my never-ending existence. I remained silent for some minutes until I could get a grip of myself and bring the strongest side of my multiple shapeshifting personality.

– Yes, everything is alright, my dear – I finally said in a sigh trying to fake a smile.

– You seemed upset – she accurately pointed out-. ¿Are you sure you are okay?

I fixed my deep blue eyes with her unique blue-and-green ones and deeply breathing in, I said:

– I am now…

Minutes became hours and hours became days. Days flew by like a magnificent hummingbird showing off its beautiful iridescent colors in a warm spring morning. The birds were chirping outside and the light rain was hitting against the window as if it was saying hello. Not so far there was a rainbow displaying a soft color palette, making a big effort to stand out from behind the clouds.

Amy was already up and I was still in bed trying my best to wake up from a long night of movies and popcorn. She knew those crunchy little things were my favorite so she made a bunch of it. We used to love spending rainy nights watching scary movies despite Amy would spend most of said time covering her eyes at any slight spooky scene, which I thought it was sweet and would take the chance to hug her tight.

I was about to get up when Amy’s cat jumped on my lap, he spun around a couple times over my chest and began to purr. The story about this kitty and me didn’t have a good start since he apparently hated me from the very first second he saw me but I can’t really blame the poor creature, he was used to Amy’s presence only and I arrived to their lives like an unexpected summer storm. He wouldn’t stop hissing at me and behaving in a defensive way until, according to Amy’s instructions of ignoring him; he would finally give up being so cranky and accept he will be no longer the only alpha male in the house.

The smell of coffee just made ended up waking me up for good. I got dressed and went down stairs to join Amy for breakfast. We had a long day ahead and there was nothing better than to start it with a delicious strong flavor in the palate.

Things didn’t start as many would think and to get to this very point Amy would have to deal with her biggest fear first.

It all began one cloudy, cold and dark night when snowflakes stopped falling from the sky and the bright stars of winter started to shine harder, clearing the path to a new and more cheerful season.

Amara, as her actual name was, had decided to spend some hours skating in the public ice skating rink that afternoon. Soon that rink would become was usually was, a not so large pond where ducks would come back and swim again. People started to leave when the first shades of the night broke into the slowly dying sunset, leaving Amara all by herself. I suppose she didn’t mind to be alone since I saw her enjoying that moment of solitude. I was watching her from behind the pale white trees, poking my head out from time to time trying not to raise suspicions about my presence since I was also enjoying her delicate and neat performance on the ice. In one moment I got distracted she lost control of one of her feet and crashed against the floor so heavily that for a second I thought it would break under her weight. My heart skipped a bit and my pulse managed to accelerate its pace in a fraction of a second making me feel it in my throat. She remained on the cold floor for some minutes until she finally sat down and began rubbing the knee she had hit. I unconsciously stood up and made a step forward not realizing that she would probably freak out because of my aspect so quickly hid behind the tree and changed my appearance to a friendlier one.

– ¡Hey! – I walked towards her speeding my pace up - ¿Are you okay?

The surprised looked on her face revealed that I caught her without notice but she apparently didn’t mind and answered me back making her best to sound confident.

– ¡Hi, yes, I'm alright!

Once closer to her I knelt to take a look to her knee. She had suffered a quite strong hit in her knee cap and a not so deep scratch had left some thin lines of blood on sight. I offered myself to help her and get her sit in one of the nearest benches so we could take care of her little accident. She hesitated at first but she finally agreed. I took her arm and made her surround my neck with it so she could have more stability to walk and limp less.

– Pretty nasty fall you had there – I pointed out frowning at the slightly purple coloring her skin was starting to develop.

The girl chuckled a little embarrassed of being clumsy but it actually that fall wasn’t completely her fault since the ice floor was somewhat cracked in that part and that was what made her lose balance. I was so absorbed by taking care of her bruise that I barely stopped to pay attention to her physiognomy. When her knee was at last covered by a little bandage, I finally sat down next to her on the bench and sighed.

– That was very nice of you – I heard her shy and yet very sweet voice-. Thank you…

– Gray, Robert Gray – I hurried to introduce myself politely-. ¿And you are…?

She moved away a lock of her black her, placing it behind her ear and locked her different colored eyes with mine.

– I'm Amara, Amara Whitemoon – she shook my hand- but you can call me Amy.

The beauty of her blue and green eyes was captivating and being my first time seeing such a unique genetic mischief kept me staring at her like a child watching a big bowl full of warm buttered popcorn.

– You are really pretty… - I unconsciously said at loud, and then I realized how bad that probably must have sounded-. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t-

Amara smiled with something more than sweetness in her lips that made me swallow with some difficulty but also got me distracted from the delicious smell of some drops of blood that managed to get through the bandage. Its sugary base with some metallic notes was threating me to make me drool and sometimes it wasn’t easy for me to notice it until it was too late but, fortunately, this wouldn’t be the case.

I helped Amara to stand up; she pulled up the hood of her coat and smiled at me once more. I was too focused on her lips that I barely heard what she was saying until the daydream bubble I was floating inside of burst.

– Thank you for being so kind and helping me, Robert – she said looking down-. ¿Would you like to join me for a coffee as a sign of gratitude?

I hesitated for a second if it would be a good idea but seeing so much excitement in her eyes was like a powerful kick to my will that made me accept her invitation. I put the rest of my belongings inside my bag pack and we started our way back to town.

It was ten o’clock and in on our way to the nearest cafe we got to talk about a few things regarding our civil status, studies, likes and dislikes and a very tricky one, our place of residence. I tried to avoid answering this last one at all cost since I was sure Amara wouldn’t like it one bit.

– ¡We are finally here! – She said with an enthusiastic tone and grabbing hold of my arm, she almost pushed me inside.

I let her pick the table and we sat down placing our things on an empty chair. We waited for the waitress to come and give us the menus. Amara told me to pick whatever I wanted but since it was the first time being out of the sewers for something that wasn’t my usual meal, I limited myself to have the simpler of the drinks possible, besides water of course. Amara, on the contrary, ordered a cappuccino, a couple of croissants and a half-size glass of orange juice.

– ¿Are you going to be okay with a simple coffee? – She asked curious but more confident than minutes before.

I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to answer. Amara waved her hand to the waitress and asked her to bring me the same she would have, me, on the other hand, tried unsuccessfully to avoid her spending too much money in our not-at-all-planned-and-accidentally-improvised date.

Few minutes passed until we had what we ordered on our table. Amara was excited to a have sip of her hot drink and me, well, I didn’t know where to begin with so I followed her moves. First, she sweeten it, then she picked a croissant, took a bite and finally a sip to her cappuccino. I did the same and found out that the drink was beyond delicious. Like a child who finds a secret door to an undiscovered fantasy world, my hunger for this new delicacy went far from what I could ever imagined and made me want to eat it all in one go. Amara saw my intentions of devouring everything at the speed of light so she placed her hand over my forearm and invited me to enjoy it a little more.

– Take it easy big guy – she smiled amused-. We don’t you to choke with the croissants ¿don’t we?

I smiled back at her being me who felt somewhat embarrassed this time. I finished my food slowly, enjoying each sip and bite. I cleaned up my mouth of the crumbs with a paper napkin just to keep myself inside the circle of politeness and sat back to stretch my legs. Amara stood up and excused herself to use the women’s room; I nodded with a smile and hold her purse. I was fidgeting with a paper napkin when I saw her finally getting out and making her way back to the table when a couple of men blocked her path. I raised my blue eyes just to meet hers and her upset look quietly asking for help.

– ¿What is a beautiful weirdo doing so late in a café? – One of the men addressed her in the most petulant way he could-. ¿Looking for a date, sweetheart?

– Or maybe she is just looking for someone to put one of her eyes in the same color… - the other man answered his partner a question he never made.

I didn’t wait much longer to stand up and step in, placing myself at one of the scumbag’s back. The one who was facing me raised his eyes until he could reach my line of sight, doing a notorious effort to hold it. My right hand landed heavily on the other man’s shoulder, once he stopped talking, I began clenching my fist slowly but firmly.

– That’s not the way to talk to a lady – I bent forward until he could feel my breath tingling in his ear-. Apologize to her and we can leave this here and now and forget what just happened.

The man facing me froze on the spot and the other one turned around with violent intent until he saw I was more than three inches above his line of view. The man, now behind his partner, blinked several times as if he was trying to find a way out of the oppressing situation I had put them under until he finally lifted both hands as a sing of surrender, he quietly apologized and stepped away leaving his partner on his own.

– So, - I squeezed his shoulder a little harder this time-. ¿What do you say?

– ¡Alright, alright! – He cried-. I apologize to the lady…

– ¿For what…? – I squeezed even harder piercing his clothes with pointy nails.

– ¡For calling her weirdo!

I loosen my grip and let him go, clearing his way so he could rush and meet his coward friend outside the cafeteria. Amara was standing next to me, half puzzled half amused, but the look in her eyes was speaking for her in a language only I was able to understand.

– You really didn’t have to do that, Robert-

– I know I didn’t have to – I interrupted her-. I needed to.

Amara smiled shyly trying so hard not to show me that her cheeks went red but that made her look even cuter. I invited her to grab her things and leave. Outside was cold and it had stopped snowing, the last night of the coldest seasons of the year was coming to its end. We were standing outside the cafe entrance and I saw Amara wasn’t wearing any kind of scarf so I took mine off and wrapped it around her thin neck. She grabbed one of its ends and put it under her nose, smelling it for a couple of seconds.

– If you are looking for perfume, you won’t find one… - I hurried to speak so she wouldn’t feel disappointed.

– Actually, I'm not, but I like how it smells.

– ¿And how does it smells like? – I asked intrigued by her sharp sense of smell.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if she was filling her lungs with a scent I couldn’t figure out what it was yet and, breathing out slowly, she said:

– It smells like wet dirt…

To be continued...

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silverynight · 7 years

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Hi! May I ask for a Gramander story? Like, Newt lives with his father, a horrible and cruel man who hurts him but the boy meets Percy and he finds comfort in Percival, who helps him and hugs him? Maybe it's a little long but it's my first request and I would be so happy and tomorrow is my birthday so I can't sleep bc I'm nervous!!! Anyway. Thanks for your time. 💜💜💜💜

Percival never told anyone that when he knew he wanted to become an auror he also realized he was in love.

It was summer break and Percival only had 17 years old at the time; everyone was pressuring him to choose what path he was going to take to keep with his professional life, the truth was that he wasn’t sure and he didn’t want to end up working in something he didn’t like.

So he used to apparate in the woods, he enjoyed the peace that brought the nature to his mind. But one particular afternoon he discovered that peace was not the only good thing he could find in the woods; wildness and chaos were good too.

Because that was Newt to him; a mess in reddish curls with a wild personality that for some reason was completely irresistible to him.

Newt was 15 when he met him; Percival likes to close his eyes and try to recall that afternoon as best as he can, he enjoys drowning himself in every detail and sound he heard that day.

“Hey! Have you seen any wampus around here?” Percival got startled and immediately took his wand out his pocket; there was no one in front of him nor behind. So, where that voice had come from?

“I’m up here! Hi! My name’s Newt!” And then Percival saw one of the most beautiful boys he had ever seen sitting on a branch; a warm smile spread all over his features, on a face completely covered by adorable freckles. He jumped down the tree and walked towards him.

“Percival,” he blurted out his name after blinking like an idiot.

“Are you looking for a wampus too? You see, I read a book about them and it said they were common in these lands and since it’s my first time in America I thought I could go out and see one.”

Newt couldn’t stay still, even when talking with someone, he was constantly moving around, gesturing with his hands as he explained something he was passionate about. Percival loved that about him.

“Do you want to come with me?” He asked, Percival must’ve been quite distracted by the boy’s eyes because he didn’t know where they were going to go. Still, there was just one possible answer.

“Yes.”

They didn’t find any wampus that day, nor the next days they saw each other, but they enjoyed so much being together, they stopped caring about anything else.

Those were happy days for him, until he saw the marks. Newt had rolled up his sleeves because he had sworn he saw a bowtruckle and wanted to climb a tree to see it; just when Percival looked down to help Newt, his eyes caught the purple marks on his skin.

Percival Graves might be young, but he knew abuse; his mother’s friend used to come to the house and cry over her shoulder until she decided to report it. But it lasted long for Percival to learn that abuse was marks of fingertips over the skin, a black eye, a bruised lip or harsh words followed by a rough voice begging for forgiveness.

“Newt?”

The boy blushed when he followed the direction of his glance and quickly covered his arms again.

“It’s nothing,” he said, dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. “I’m clumsy and I bump into things all the time.”

Percival was also familiar with that kind of response, but he didn’t pressure him. Without another word he approached Newt and hugged him, it only took a couple of seconds for the boy to finally relax in his arms. Percival knew in that moment, just when Newt buried his face in his neck, that he wanted to protect him and take care of him for the rest of his life. He also realized he wanted to do something for the people who couldn’t do it for themselves, he wanted to punish those who used power to hurt and abuse others.

He was going to be an auror.

Percival didn’t brought up that again, but he reminded Newt he could count on him, he could tell him anything and he’d try his best to help him. He also watched the boy closely, looking for any indication the situation was getting worse, because he was going to do something if that was the case.

Then, slowly, Newt started to trust him enough to tell him about the ‘incidents’ that happened in his house; he didn’t mention who was abusing him, but the details Percival made him think about a father figure.

“I was expelled from Hogwarts and he got mad,” he sobbed and Percival caressed his back whispering in his ear that he was not a failure, that he was brilliant and passionate and studying magical creatures was not something to be ashamed of.

“You have to report it, Newt. This is not okay.”

The boy shook his head, he was family; his mother had died, Theseus (his brother) was in England and he was the only one taking care of Newt.

“He’s sorry,” he said. “Told me he’d never do it again.”

Percival sighed and pulled Newt even closer. How to explain him that abusers always promised that and they never changed?

Then one day he saw Newt with a black eye and Percival decided, with the blood boiling in his veins, he had had enough.

“He usually doesn’t punched me in the face, it’s one of his rules,” Newt mumbled. “But he was so angry this time he forgot.”

“Take me to him,” Percival growled. “I’ll talk with him.”

But he wasn’t planning on just talking.

“No, Percy… please.”

“Newt, this has to stop. You can’t live like that. It’s not… He’s hurting you.”

“He’s sorry!”

They ended up arguing; Percival didn’t know what to do to help Newt. He thought about reporting it himself, but just when he suggested it Newt ran away and he never came back to the woods.

Later he found out he and his father went back to England.

Newt’s absence broke his heart.

***

It didn’t take long for Percival Graves to get a reputation; he was starting working as an auror at MACUSA and yet everyone who worked with him knew he was very strict, but he was especially harsh on abusers.

There were many rumors surrounding that fact, but none of them were close enough to him to confirm or deny them.

“Why you always look so grumpy, Graves?” Seraphina Picquery, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, asked him, joking.

To which Percival only growled in response, making her chuckle.

“Your lover left you or what?”

She was just kidding; they all started to joke around each other when a case was particularly difficult to relax and help them keep focused. But Percival couldn’t hold back his reaction, his lips twisted down, his eyes darkened in sorrow.

And Picquery noticed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine.” He cut her off. But it wasn’t. Newt wasn’t his lover, but Percival loved him. And he ran away because he didn’t know how to handle the situation. He had failed him.

One night when they arrested five wizards for trafficking, he saw him again. Newt still had the same innocence when he was a teenager, but also had a fire in his eyes, his passion had grown and Percival could see it in the way he was curled up around the demiguise; he was protecting him.

He was breathtaking.

“Percy?” His eyes sparkled when he saw him and Percival grinned from ear to ear.

“Newt.”

Percival had no other choice, he helped Newt, ignored the case he had (because if what he told him was true, then he had broken at least ten laws just by carrying that thing around). He also defended him in front of the President and the Director, Picquery, who’s eyebrows quirked up when she saw Newt.

They let him go and because Newt had nowhere to go he accepted Percival’s offer of spending the night at his house.

“That’s the one, right?” Seraphina smirked, knowingly.

“Yes,” he sighed and took a confused Newt by the arm and apparated with him outside of his home.

“I’m sorry. For leaving like that,” Newt mumbled that night, after thanking him many times for helping him.

“It’s okay. You were afraid. I understand,” Percival said, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw another bruise and it looked recent. “You still live with him?”

Newt nodded, the movement, cold, almost mechanic.

“I’m not there that much though. I’m always traveling.”

Percival stared at him and caressed his cheeks, Newt blushed a beautiful shade of red, but didn’t move away.

“I know you don’t want to report, but that doesn’t mean you still have to go back to him.”

“I have nowhere else to go, Theseus’ flat is small and he’d wonder why I’m not with our father. He doesn’t know,” he said and Percival felt a little lighter because at least this time Newt wasn’t trying to deny it.

“You can stay here, with me,” Percival blurted out.

“You’ve done enough for me already, I wouldn’t want to-”

“Stay.” Percival pleaded. “I want you to live with me.”

A few tears fell down from Newt’s eyes, but there was a soft smile when he threw himself at the auror’s arms.

“Thank you,” was the whisper Percival heard and he was happy to find out it was like the time hadn’t passed between the two.

***

Months passed; howlers and letters came demanding Newt to come back and Percival was glad to see that Newt was more secure, more firm in his responses and his refusal to return to England.

He made friends with the people of MACUSA; by the end of the first month everybody knew him because he started to bring Percival lunch and without realizing it, he became MACUSA’s unofficial consultant when it came to magical creatures.

Seraphina liked him, not only because he was adorable, but because he was her favorite thing to tease Percival Graves.

Everybody knew Percival was in love, except Newt. But he didn’t want to talk to him about it yet, he wanted to give him enough time for him to heal.

“You’re an idiot,” Seraphina huffed. “Just tell him you love him already.”

But he didn’t, not that night at least. Newt was the one who started their first kiss a week later and took Percival’s breath away that he couldn’t actually say what he felt, he whispered it over Newt’s lips instead.

By the time Theseus came to visit his brother Newt and Percival were engaged. Although that didn’t make the British auror a happy man, at least he approved. Of course, that was the last thing that crossed his mind after Newt talked to him about their father.

Percival was with Newt the whole time, he knew how difficult it was for him to admit what his father did to anyone who wasn’t Percival, it was even worse because it was his own brother.

He felt almost relieved when he saw that Theseus believed him, although he understood how difficult it was for him to accept the fact that his father was an abuser and he never noticed.

“I’m sorry, Newt,” Theseus said, voice broken.

“It’s not your fault, 'Seus.”

They found out later that Theseus had challenged his own father in a duel and won quickly and everything happened in front of his co-workers. And although Percival agreed with Newt that wasn’t the way to solve things, he was secretly pleased and took a mental note to send Theseus a bottle of wine on his birthday.

***

A year into their marriage, they met a child on the streets; he was just five but was very smart for his age as Newt noticed every time he talked to him.

He was also going to be a very good wizard, judging by the magic Newt felt around him.

Newt also was the first to notice the problem; he had experienced that same fear he saw every day in Credence’s eyes. He had known the pain caused by marks if violence, same marks he had seen on Credence’s little fingers.

Newt didn’t have to say anything, Percival was the one that suggested it; they were going to adopt the kid.

They face some problems because the child was in a muggle orphanage, but the court ended up giving them the custody of the kid because Percival was the Director of Magical Security by then and he was important in America and also because President Picquery helped as well.

It took some time for Credence to adjust to his new home, but he already liked them both so it wasn’t so hard, at least not to accept them. Although Newt had to help him to overcome the nightmares and panic caused by the abuse.

Percival discovered, with a fond grin, that he had a natural talent, as his Dad, to take care of magical creatures.

“Look, Papa!” Credence ran towards him as soon as he opened the door. “I found your watch. Niff had stolen it!”

Percival rolled his eyes, but chuckled anyway.

“Where’s your Dad?”

“Over here!” Newt was tickling the thief and scolding him for the things he had found in the fur of his belly. “Why? And how by Merlin’s beard did you manage to escape from the case?”

When Newt finished and the Niffler returned to his nest, he walked towards his husband and welcomed him with a kiss.

It was nights like that, with Newt kissing him slowly, Credence spreading his arms for Newt to pick him up and hugging them both by putting his palms over the his parents heads, when Percival thanked Mercy Lewis for making him apparate in that particular forest when he was just 17 years old.

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I hope you have a very happy birthday, anon!

#gramander #anonymous #ask silverynight

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scientifically-strange · 7 years

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Oh god what about Valerie. I don't know with who because I'm not very versed in marvel at all (yet. I'm wait for the summer to binge watch). So please, Valerie with anyone from marvel. (BTW you got me into Marvel so thank you)

Me getting you into Marvel has been my greatest accomplishment in 2017. I’m happy I could help you out :)

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Pairing: Valerie Grey x Wanda MaximoffPrompt: “You’re just gonna leave me alone here like this? No return date? Nothing?”/"Trust me when I say this: you'll never be alone. I'll be back, someday."

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“What do you mean you have to go?” Wanda asked, gripping Valerie’s hands fearfully. Her Valerie. Her own superhero. She was strong, independent, and man, Wanda could get lost in her eyes forever. She would gladly spend an eternity just starring at them.

“I’m sorry, babe, but I have to,” Valerie said. Wanda wouldn’t understand the importance of her mission. And she didn’t want her girlfriend getting hurt in the Ghost Zone because of Valerie. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to her.

“You’re just gonna leave me alone like this? No return date? Nothing?” Wanda was crying now, not wanting to let go of Valerie’s hands, and it broke her heart. She was trying to hold back her own tears as she pulled Wanda into a tight hug.

“Trust me when I say this,” she said, “You will never be alone. I’ll be back someday. Time in the Zone is really weird.”

She let go and moved the hair from Wanda’s face before kissing her goodbye, possibly for the last time, and pulled her mask over her head. She hopped on her board and pressed a button on her wrist, opening a portal to the Ghost Zone. She couldn’t stop herself from looking back at Wanda as she floated through.

They were still looking at one another when it closed.

Valerie dove headfirst into battle, unable to stop thinking about the fact that she might never see Wanda again.

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Wanda stared at the space where Valerie, her sweet, sweet Valerie, had disappeared. She could help. She could have stopped Valerie easily, but something in the back of her head had forced her not to. She couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was just because Valerie had asked her not to? Or because she knew this was important to Valerie? She had felt her girlfriend’s emotions before she went into the Ghost Zone, alone and heartbroken.

What if they never saw each other again?

Wanda dropped to her knees, hugging herself as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t know how long she had stayed like that. She had only ever felt pain like this three times. The first, when her parents were killed, and er and Pietro were stuck under the bed for days, waiting for a bomb to kill them. The second was when her beloved brother had died at the hands of the robot they had helped. And now this. The feeling was so overwhelming. The tightness in her chest was suffocating, and she couldn’t see through he blurriness of her tears.

She let that feeling fuel her as she stood up again, wiping away her tears. She felt determined. Whatever Valerie wanted to keep her safe from, Wanda knew she could not do it alone. She knew that they worked best when they were together, they always have. It was one of the things that had made them so attracted to each other.

Wanda stormed her way down to Stark’s lab where she knew a portal to the Ghost Zone was. And it wasn’t long before she was inside, following the sound of fighting, ignoring the fact that several ghosts were running away from that direction.

They were cowards for not helping her Valerie.

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Valerie ducked and dodged Nocturne, glaring at him as he grew larger. He was holding a sleeping Dani by the throat, and Danny had been blasted by the evil ghost and was now being beat up on by the minions, who were merciless. The only one who could really fight the monster and probably do some damage was Valerie. She charged her largest gun and fired, but he merely blocked it with a ghost shield.

She flew straight towards him, pressing her board’s self destruct button. She back-flipped off of it as soon as she was close enough, letting her board blow up right in Nocturne’s face. He let go of Dani, waving away the debris from his face. Valerie flew over, sending a silent thank you to Stark for giving her a jetpack, and caught Dani. But as soon as she did, she was hit to the side.

She hit the ground-hard-and wondered just for a moment if she actually would make it back to Wanda. No! She had to stop thinking about that, because of course she would make it back. She had promised. Valerie never broke those.

But her visor was cracked and she was pretty sure some of her ribs were broken from the fall. Her vision was staring to get blurry, but Danny was still getting beaten to a pulp, and Valerie was the only one that could still throw a punch. Barely, but if it was enough to slow Nocturne down she would take it.

She stood up, leaving Dani on the ground and praying to god she’d be safe from any hits Nocturne threw.

Her jetpack was busted, meaning she had to do this on foot. She looked around wildly, trying to find something that would work against the ghost. She started running, her chest burning with pain, away from Dani and to a purple tree. If she could get on Nocturne then she’s sure she could think of a better plan once she was there.

Then, out of nowhere, more minions showed up. Valerie skidded to a stop before bringing out two ghost pistols. However, before she could fire them, some sort of red energy gripped them and threw them towards the minions that were on Danny, knocking enough of them away for him to get some leverage back.

Valerie took another step forward, but fell to her knee, clutching her torso. She must be more injured than she originally thought.

“Valerie!”

Her head snapped up as her girlfriend ran towards her.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Worry was in her accent, and Valerie, despite not being happy that Wanda was here, was glad Wanda was here.

“I’m fine. What are you doing here?” She grit out, wincing at the pain. Wanda looked at her closely, then at Nocturne. Her hands lit up with red energy as she watched Danny try to drag Dani away to some place safer, deflecting any blast that came his way.

“I am helping.”

Wanda felt her anger wash over her, using it to fuel her powers. She was always told not to mess with people’s minds, but for this creature she would make an exception.

Nocturne laughed at her as she walked towards him. Mocked her for thinking she could take him down all by herself when he had bested her other friends. But Wanda didn’t think she could do that.

She knew she could.

Her red energy wrapped itself around his mind, peeling back the layers of walls he had put up. She could feel his fear, his arrogance, and his pain. She squeezed her hand and felt a sudden surge of misery from Nocturne. He clutched his head, throwing a couple of ectoblasts at her, but none of them even came close to hitting her.

The more she used her powers to torment his mind the more he shrunk, until he was about as tall as Clint. She walked up to him and released her powers. He dropped to what she assumed was his knees, feeling no mercy for the creature. She wasn’t going to kill him, but if he went crazy after this she wasn’t going to feel sorry for him.

She gripped his horns and slammed his head into her knee, knocking him out cold.

“Leave him there.”

She turned to see Danny, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable. His whole body was beaten and bruised, and there was an ugly gash on his thigh, but he still stood strong as he helped Dani get to her feet.

“The Observants will get him. Right now we should just get home.” Wanda nodded and moved to Valerie. She helped her stand and walk as Danny held out his hand and made a portal to the Tower.

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When Valerie woke up, she wasn’t surprised to see that she was in the med bay hooked up to several machines. To her left was Danny, sleeping blissfully as his heart monitor beeped much slower than hers.

At the side of her bed was Wanda, who had fallen asleep while touching Valerie’s hand. She smiled to herself and combed through some of Wanda’s hair.

Wanda at up, bleary eyed, and yawned before smiling at Valerie.

“I told you I would make it back,” Valerie said. “I just didn’t say how.”

Wanda huffed and rolled her eyes before climbing onto the bed and wrapping her arms around Valerie, laying her head on her shoulder.

“You are an idiot,” she said. Valerie smiled and placed a kiss on Wanda’s head.

“Yeah. But I’m your idiot.”

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So I think you gave me a new OTP. Thank you my dude-Strange

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thel0stw1tch · 6 years

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100 Questions - 100 Answers pt.3 100 questions because I'm bored edition

I see people post these all the time and I thought they would be fun to answer. So if you wanna learn about yours truly here it is.

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life? - Yeah man everyone has many boys girls non binary etc. people in their life .

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? - Depends on what kind of hurt.

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” - My cats

4: What’s something you really want right now? - Stability and confidence.

5: Are you afraid of falling in love? - Very much so.

6: Do you like the beach? - I love it with all my heart.

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? - Yeah when I was younger

8: What’s the background on your cell? - My lock screen is a picture I took at the beach

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on? - What? Like whose beds have I been sitting on? Mine and my brothers. I can only think of two.

10: Do you like your phone? - I do. She’s an older model but I she’s still good.

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned? - Oh fuck no.

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? - Jon.

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? - Neither? I like dogs but poodles are high maintenance and I don’t think I would be able to take care of one properly. As for Rottweilers, I have a minor childhood trauma associated with a rottie so I’m not sure if I could ever own one.

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? - Emotional

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? - Art museum.

16: Are you tired? - Usually.

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact? - My entire life.

18: Are they a relative? - Yes, it’s my Dad.

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? - No. Some of them hurt me in ways I can never forgive and others I have realized I care about them deeply on a platonic level. Either way I have no romantic interest in any of my exes

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? - The last person I kiss kissed is my now ex back when we were dating a few months ago. Last time I kissed them was sometime in August, last time he texted me was early September.

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? - No. I’m 19 I don’t wanna marry anyone right now.

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? - No. Hell no. Maybe if someone gave me million dollars and told me I could slap him after lol.

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? - Just my fit bit. I’m not a huge bracelet person.

24: Is there a certain quote you live by? - I have a few kinda. One is a poem by Max Ehrmann called Desiderata. Link: http://mwkworks.com/desiderata.html

25: What’s on your mind? - C H R I S T M A S

26: Do you have any tattoos? - Yes, only one but I want more.

27: What is your favorite color? - I like blues and purples.

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? - Well shucks I don’t know. Whenever the situation arises?

29: Who are you texting? - The last person I sent a text to was Jon.

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? - Yeah.

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? - All the time.

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? - I am female, one of my best friends is male.

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? - Feelings is a broad term so yes I believe many people have all different feelings towards me.

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? - I get that a lot actually.

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? - I would feel bad for whoever was kissing that shitty slimeball.

36: Were you single on Valentine’s Day? - Not last Valentine’s Day but it felt like I was because he didn’t do shit for me.

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed? - Fuck no.

38: What do your friends call you? - Depends on the friend. I have a lot of people that still use my dead name but most call me Rose. I have a couple high school friends that call me Crazy.

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week? - My mom.

40: Have you ever cried over a text? - Yep.

41: Where’s your last bruise located? - My wrist.

42: What is it from? - No clue.

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? - A few nights ago I was in my bed and I would have drained my bank account and killed a man to be at the beach. Does that count?

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with? - My last phone call was with my Pop-pop

45: Do you have a favorite pair of shoes? - I like my fake ugg boots but my fave is a pair of 6 ½ inch grey acid washed sparkly denim chunky heels that have work boot treads. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

46: Do you wear hats if you’re having a bad hair day? - No.

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style? - N E V E R

48: Do you make supper for your family? - Sometimes

49: Does your bedroom have a door? - Yes

50: Top 3 web-pages? - Youtube Kongregate Facebook

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping? - Not off the top of my head

52: Does anything on your body hurt? - My ankle and my eyes.

53: Are goodbyes hard for you? - It depends on the goodbye...

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself? - Water.

55: How is your hair? - My hair is long and amazing.

56: What do you usually do first in the morning? - Look at my phone,

57: Do you think two people can last forever? - As long as they are the right two people, yeah.

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single? - Uhhh I was like 8 so yeah.

59: Green or purple grapes? - Green.

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? - Prolly later today when my dad comes home.

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now? - Yeah.

62: When will be the next time you text someone? - .2 seconds

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now? - In bed or at my desk.

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning? - Sleeping.

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked? - My ex.

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? - Yeah.

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today? - I hugged my brother and someone at work.

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? - Uhh I don’t know.

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? - YEP.

70: How many windows are open on your computer? - I’m typing this in word 1, I have cookie clicker and Tumblr open 2&3, discord 4, steam 5. Five.

71: How many fingers do you have? - 10.

72: What is your ringtone? - Bad Connection by Yazoo

73: How old will you be in 5 months? - 20.

74: Where is your Mum right now? - In her car.

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love? - Because I was a fool and that “love” wasn’t real, they weren’t who I thought they were..

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? - No.

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago? I have two friends that I was friends with two years ago.

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7? - Yep lol.

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike? - I know a few. One of my Supervisors at work is named Mike.

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? - Yes.

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months? - Two. One I liked for a little over 48 hours and then that was like NAH. The other well. nextquestion.

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? - Just me myself and I.

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight? - Yep.

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with? - I would never be in that situation.

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? - Yes. I would care a lot.

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie? - The most eventful time I tried to see a movie in the theatre was when I tried to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens with my best friend and the theatre lost power. I still have never seen that movie.

87: Who was your last received call from? - My mom.

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? - No. I would feel too guilty.

89: What is something you wish you had more of? - Money.

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much? - yes..

91: Do you sleep with your window open? - FUCK NO

92: Do you get along with girls? - I guess?

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? - Nope

94: Does sex mean love? - No. People have sex with people they don’t love all the time. Also real love exists without sex.

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? - Yes. Big time.

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? - No.

97: Did you sleep alone this week? - Yes

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? - Of course.

99: Do you believe in love at first sight? - No.

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise? - One of my best friends.

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