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fruitr0llup · 2 months

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“it’s you, silly”

yoo jeongyeon x fem! reader; fluff

synopsis: Valentine’s day is just another day that reminds you of the fact you’re single, until your best friend introduces you to her cousin; aka the girl you’ve been crushing on. overall just a cute silly little fic

warnings: reader is lowkey dense, cursing, not proofread, rushed ending, i’m not a very good writer </3

a/n: my first fic! slowly healing the jeongyeon drought. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINES DAY !!!

wc: 2.1k

You��ve always hated Valentines Day. To you it was just time for happy couples to brag and remind you how you’ll be forever alone. However, this year was differe-

“Earth to Y/N!” A hand waved infront of your face. You push it away with a playful scoff. “Gosh, Sana! I was just zoning out…” “Okay, well i don’t care. I want to introduce you to someone!”

You tilt your head, confused. “Um.. okay? Who-“ You stop mid-scentence, mouth hanging in the air. Your best friend had her arm around none other than Yoo Jeongyeon, the girl you’ve been admiring for the past month.

“This is Jeongyeon, my cousin! Y/N, Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon, Y/N!” Sana exclaims cheerfully, gesturing to us.

You stare in silence, mouth still open. Why has Sana never told you that Jeongyeon is her cousin? I mean, it’s not like you told her about your little crush, but still! You catch Jeongyeon staring, and realize that you must look like an idiot right now.

“O-Oh!” You reach your hand out. “Hi, nice to meet you!” You breathe out, relieved you were able to atleast get that part out without stuttering. Jeongyeon looks down at your hand, then shakes it awkwardly. “Hi.” She says, looking back up.

You pull your hand away instantly, embarrassed. God, Y/N! You’re such a weirdo. It’s 2024 no one shakes hands anymore!

You look up to see Jeongyeon laughing, hand covering her face. “You’re blushing, Y/N.” You instantly blush more. Thankfully, Sana comes to your rescue. “She does that all the time, don’t worry about it Jeongyeon.” She says, moving to put her arm around your shoulder.

The bell rings, signaling the next class. “Ah, shit. I gotta go.” Jeongyeon says with a sigh. “Y/N, can i have your number?” She asks, holding out her phone towards you. You quickly grab it, saying “Sure!” You type it in, then hand the phone back to her. “Thanks! Talk to you later.” She says, winking then walking off to her class.

You stand there, blushing uncontrollably and rethinking all of your life choices up to that point, but Sana interrupts your thinking once again.

“Don’t mind her Y/N, she’s just a flirt-“ She turns towards you, only to find you as red as a tomato, looking like you’re fighting demons in your head.

“Oh you totally like her.” Sana says, smirking at you.

“No! No I don’t! Like you said, I just blush a lot!” You exclaim, trying to defend yourself.

“Mhm… whatever you say! You know, I can put in a good word for you~” She nudges your shoukder pkayfully. You groan and start to walk off, Sana following closely behind giggling.

You sat at your desk in your pajamas, eating popcorn and playing minecraft on your computer. While you mindlessly gather materials, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, a look of confusion forming on your face. “An unknown number..?” You open the text.

Unknown - 11:36

Hey, is this Y/N?

Y/N - 11:37

Yeah? but who is this?

Unknown - 11:37

damn, you already forgot me? i feel hurt! it’s me, jeongyeon.

You gasp. You quickly save her contact to your phone, then hold it with both hands while you try to think of a reply.

Jeongyeon - 11:41

Hello?

Y/N - 11:41

Sorry, I had to do something!

Jeongyeon - 11:41

Lmaoo, it’s okay. wyd rn?

Y/N - 11:42

playing minecraft!

Jeongyeon - 11:42

no way?? i LOVE minecraft.

fuck. should i ask if she wants to play…? woudk she think i’m weird??? my fingers ghost over the keyboard. whatever.

Y/N - 11:44

really? do you want to play with me then?

Jeongyeon - 11:44

fr? you’ll let me?? hell yeah!

Y/N - 11:44

okay, just call me when you’re ready!

you sit in your chair, staring off into space. minutes have passed since you asked her if you wanted to play, yet it still hasn’t hit you yet that she actually agreed.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” You quickly stand up and stuff your face in your pillow as you scream. “IM GOING TO PLAY MINECRAFT WITH YOO FUCKING JEONGYEON. WHAT THE FUCK?”

The phone on your desk buzzes, so you stand up and rush to grab it. You quickly answer, but not before you make sure your camera is off.

“Hello?” You hear Jeongyeons voice from across the line.

“Hi.” You say, internally screaming. Her camera is on and you can’t help but admire how pretty she looks, even without makeup. “It’s not fair that I have my camera on and you don’t..” She whines, “Turn yours on, Y/N”

You hesitate, but then after quickly checking yourself in the mirror on your desk, you turn you camera on and give her a sheepish smile.

“You’re blushing again, Y/N. Cute.” You don’t respond. Instead you look towards your computer screen, blushing like a madman. “I’m making the world, join me.” “Okay, Y/N-nie” Your face heats up at the nickname while you try to focus on the game.

That night, the two of you talked for 5 hours, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“So, Y/N. Jeongyeon told me about your little minecraft date on friday~” Sana says teasingly.

You almost spit your drink out. “What? It wasn’t a date?- wait, did she call it a date??” You ask curiously, face beet red.

Sana laughs, “No, silly. But i bet you wish she did.” She winks, and you sink back into your chair sighing. “Speak of the devil,” Sana says, looking behind you, “Hi, Jeongyeon!”

Jeongyeon takes a seat next to you. “Hi Stupid, Hey Y/N!” You wave at her while Sana complains about the silly nickname.

Suddenly, Sana shuts up (which is a first) “So Jeongyeon… Valentine’s day is in 2 days, do you have any plans?” Sana inquires, sneaking a wink at you. You silently pray to god that she’ll stop, but Jeongyeon speaks up. “Yeah, I have something in mind. I met this girl recently and i think i’ll ask her.”

Your heart drops. Another girl? Who is it? Is it Mina? The girl Jeongyeon always hangs out with? Sana interrupts your train of thought. “Y/N? What about you?” She says, smirking.

“Huh? Oh… um? I don’t really know right now…” You say, averting your eyes from the two. Jeongyeon nudges your shoulder. “Better hurry, or all the good ones will be taken.” She shoots you wink. You’re the good one, and apparently you’re already taken.

The bell rings, once again ending your time with Jeongyeon. You all say your goodbyes and you watch as Jeongyeon walks the opposite direction of you and Sana. “Y/N, you should ask her to be your Valentine.”

You turn your head, staring at Sana with a “You can’t be serious” face. “You’re crazy. I’m never doing that! You heard her anyways, she said she has her eye on someone already.”

Sana smiles with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, but you don’t catch it. “Don’t be a scaredy cat, Y/N. The worst she can say is no!” You sit down in your seat, then turn to her, making gestures with your hands as you talk. “Exactly! The worst she can say is no! My whole life would ruined!”

Sana grabs your arms and gently pushes them down. “Here, how about this,” You calm down, listening intently, “I’ll help you. I’ll give her some hints, you know?.” You look down, contemplating whether or not it would work. “Okay… you do that. Fuck, i’ve got to make her a card.” You grab your bag, slinging it on your shoulder as you turn towards the door. “Y/N where are you going?” Sana exclaims. “I’m skipping! I need to get the stuff for her right now!” You say, running out of the class and making your way out of school.

You’re walking down the sidewalk, bags full of art supplies and candies in hand. you weren’t looking where you were going, too focused on trying to think of how you want to decorate her card, when all of a sudden you bump into someone. the bags fall onto the ground, the contents spilling out.

“Shit.. I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was goi-“ The person starts laughing. “Gosh, Y/N. Were you always this clumsy?”

You r heart speeds up. Jeongyeon stands infront of you, laughing. “Whatever…” You say, blushing. You begin to pick up the art supplies off the floor. Jeongyeon bends down and picks up the heart stickers you bought.

“Oh? You decided to ask someone? Who?” She asks curiously. You blush, “I can’t say..” Jeongyeon nods then puts the stickers in the bag you’re holding. “She’s one lucky girls I bet she’ll love it.”

Your heart swells. If only you knew… You thought. You thank Jeongyeon before turning to leave. “Y/N, wait.” You turn around. “Can you meet me here, Wednesday, at 5?”

Valentine’s day. she wants to meet you on valentine’s day. I mean, you were already planning on asking her to meet, but her asking changes the whole thing. “Y-Yeah, sure.” “Okay, see you later, okay?” You nod, watching her walk off. You look around, making note of the tree that overlooks the sidewalk and the bench sat next to it.

Okay. Here. 5 o’clock.

Saying you’re nervous is an understatement. There isn’t words to explain how you feel right now, standing under the tree that Jeongyeon told you to meet at 2 days earlier.

You’d spent the last two days making her a handmade card, a paper bouquet with her favorite candies inside, and writing a letter confessing your feelings to ner. Sana has been non-stop hyping you up, and you’re grateful for that. But now, you’ve been waiting for what feels like hours under this tree, and all the encouragement she gave you has worn off.

Your palms are sweaty and you’re positive you’re pale. You’re contemplating just leaving, but you hear a voice call out to you.

“Y/N!” You turn, hiding the card behind your back. Jeongyeon walks up to you out of breath, hand behind her back. “I’m sorry i’m-“ she huffs, “I’m late, i had a last minute thing to attend to.”

“It’s okay” You reply, fidgeting with your jacket zipper with your free hand. “I asked you to come here because i wanted to tell you something.” She says. You speak up, “I actually have something to ask you, can I go first?” You ask, praying she says yes. You wanted to make your feelings known before she told you whatever she had to say. She nods.

You pull the card out infront of you, holding it out and bowing your head. Your eyes are closed, face towards the ground. “I know you’re planning on asking someone else to be your valentine already, but i had to ask. it’s totally okay if you reject me! ever since sana introduced us- no, before that, i’ve really liked you. i just wanted to shoot my shot and give it a try, you know? so will you be my valentine?”

You take a deep breath. there’s silence, then there’s laughter. You look up, confused. You’ve done it again Y/N. Embarrassed yourself infront of the girl you like. “I’m sorry… i’ll go-“ You turn to walk away but a hand on your shoulder turns you back around.

Jeongyeon brings the hand behind her back out to reveal a bouquet of tulips with a card stuffed inside. “Y/N, will you be my valentine?” Now you’re the silent one. What was happening? You begin to think out loud. “You’re asking me? What about the other girl you were talking about Monday? The one you were going to ask, isn’t it Mina-“

Your rambling is cut off with soft lips against yours. The kiss is short and sweet but it’s everything you’ve been wanting and more.

Jeongyeon pulls away, then looks into your eyes. “It’s you, silly. I wanted to ask you. I was talking about you that day. Not Mina. Besides, she’s with Chaeyoung. I like you.”

You’re speechless, and you’re sure your face is beet red. You try to formulate a response, but your brain isn’t working. So instead, you press your lips to hers again, pulling away with a smile. “I was so worried you were going to say no.” Jeongyeon laughs. “Y/N, i don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but you’re super dense. I’ve been hinting at it since we met. Even Sana has!”

You blush, the puzzle pieces connecting in your mind. You feel stupid for not realizing it before.“Whatever… Lets go?” Jeongyeon smiles down at you. “Yeah, let’s get dinner. Then, we should have a minecraft date!” The two of you laugh together, walking down the sidewalk with intertwined fingers.

Suddenly, Valentine’s day didn’t seem that bad anymore. Not when you had the girl of your dreams by your side.

#jeongyeon x reader #twice #twice imagines #jyp twice #twice jeongyeon #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x fem reader #yoo jeongyeon #valentines day #twice fanfic #twice smut

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weekend-whip · 9 months

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Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 4

Prompts: Fluff / Cole Recs! (i'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of my favorite fics today aaaa)

Fluff Recs-

Good Hair Day: Kai helps Skylor do her hair, based entirely on a headcanon of Kai being good at doing hair (hey, his own style is a choice)

Little Brother: Lloyd realizes the perks of having five older siblings. Lots of sweet family fluff and young!Lloyd shenanigans <3

Nya, Kai, and That One Drink: Including this one specifically because it's probably the most lighthearted thing I've written yet that doesn't involve Jesse snknksnskn, the group goes for takeout in the X-1 Ninja Charger, only for one thing to lead to another and Kai winds up forgetting Nya's drink. What's a brother to do now?

Socks: Wu wearily but delightfully is forced to watch the ninja get way too much merriment out of a ridiculous pair of socks (I, personally, am of the belief that they belong to Lloyd, but—)

Five Times Jay Cheered Someone Up: And the one time he was cheered up in return (i am DISTRESSED that i didn't include this on my Jay list aaaaAAAA)

Five Times Lloyd Was a Pain: And the one time he wasn't. Child!Lloyd for the soul in this one!!!!

There's Insurance For That: In which Skylor gets a taste of the life of a ninja (and learning just how many places they've been banned from in Ninjago) Quite possibly my favorite lighthearted Skylor fic!!!

Cole Recs-

Sick Days: Sickfic, featuring Cole and having to contend with "Being useless", and the doting care

Passing On the Hammer: Cole has a meeting with his grandfather, while Jay tries his hand at being a fisherman and Kai thinks he can do the Triple Tiger Sashay. (Really a fic about Cole and his family's legacy, but Kai and Jay's antics are too hilarious not to mention snksnknksnk)

You're An Excellent Chef, Really *screams loudly* UGNH one of my very favorite fics exploring Cole and Zane's dynamic, will recommend every single time!!!! But, it's basically the duo bonding over cooking over the years. Makes my heart very happy <3

Quiet Weirdo: Cole and Nya friendship fic that the world definitely needs more of!!!!

Adjusting: PILOT BONDING, this time Cole flavored!! Cole's thoughts on his new budding team consisting of a chatty blue guy and the guy that won't stop staring at things. But a guy like Cole has never needed friends anyway, so he's got nothing to worry about, right?

Again and Again: MORE PILOTS BONDING but this time with Glacier! People keep asking me how Cole fell in love with Zane in Legacyverse and my mind always drifts back to a thing similar to this story! My personal investment aside, a nice fluffy fic about how Cole met Zane and they became friends with a touch of pining <3

You Worry Too Much: By the author of Chips and Salsa (another fandom Cole/Glacier classic), here we have a another tale centered around Cole's parents while he was growing up, and though it's a little more about Lou than anyone else, Cole ofc has a huge stake in the story and uwaah I love reading about Cole's family dynamics (both the fluff and the tragedy)

Some Climb Mountains: A retelling of how Cole met Master Wu, always gets me misty eyed because i am a soft soul ;v;

Cole and the Tastiest Broken Glass: S2 Pre-Child's Play, Cole and Lloyd bond over broken things, life philosophy, and candy. Cole and Lloyd sibling duo that the world also needs much more og!!

I'm Sure He Knows: More Cole + Wu bonding that speaks to me specifically, involving a conversation about a certain ghostly wind master who is no more.

Four Times Cole Helped The Guys With a Nightmare: And the one time they helped him. Cole's character at his purest in this one!!!

#ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #ninjago fanfiction #fic recs #ninjago fic rec week #cole brookstone #fluff #just reading all of these reminds me of how and why i write cole #(which also includes a few fics i'm saving for later days aaaAAAA)

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azurefishnets · 10 months

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Without Form and Void

Hellooo, @dieanywhereelseart! I was honored to be assigned your prompts for @fyeahghosttrick's Ghost Swap this year! I loved them all; I hope you like the one I chose! Eldritch Sissel is too much fun as a prompt :3 I suspect I'll want to revisit this idea another day.

Happy Ghost Swap!

The story can be found at the link above, or you can read below!

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Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Words: 2874

Summary: Jowd, Sissel, & Missile spend a day together; as ghostly experimentation ensues, they each get a little more than they bargained for.

Sissel sat at the top of the stairs and flattened his ears a little sardonically as the front door closed on a babble of voices; Lynne, Alma, and Kamila were going out together for an afternoon and Sissel was left to watch the house, Lynne’s dog, and Jowd, in approximately that order (although Alma had phrased it rather a different way around when telling Jowd the plans for the day.)

Lynne threw him one last odd look as the door closed, and Sissel squeezed his eyes at her as the door slid home. He knew she was still trying to understand her rapid assimilation into Jowd’s family; Alma had wasted no time ensuring that Lynne was part of Kamila’s life as soon as she got the real story of Jowd’s sudden silences and secrets surrounding Sissel, but Lynne still knew nothing of that time, only that Detective-now-Captain Jowd’s cat was a friendly little weirdo who seemed to enjoy having her and her dog around.

Missile scrabbled at the door a little for form’s sake, whining as Lynne’s laughter and Kamila’s chatter faded away, and then turned to the stairs and threw himself up them to crash against Jowd’s legs. From there, he immediately turned to Sissel and attempted to bowl them both over in a quick tussle that ended with Missile sprawled on his back, Sissel sitting primly as he straightened his fur, and Jowd chuckling as he leaned the long way down to scratch the dog’s ears and rub the eagerly-presented tummy. Sissel squeezed his eyes again. Even though it was on him to facilitate, he enjoyed the days when they could get together to talk. He supposed eventually Yomiel would be a part of their chats too, on the day hopefully not-too-far-off when he had acclimated to life once again with his human Sissel.

For now, feline Sissel dismissed thoughts of Yomiel as he turned and led the way, tail now waving high with interest and excitement, toward the large arts-and-crafts area Jowd had built onto the back of house approximately six years previous. Jowd still enjoyed painting and it now also served as an excellent catch-all room for Kamila’s tinkering, Alma’s rapid assimilation of hobbies from yarncraft to leatherwork, and even a small stage from which Cabanela could and often did serenade them all of an evening with his guitar and a flashy dance step or a hundred.

Jowd took the drop-cloth off his most recent painting, which featured Missile and Lynne. Lynne had already allowed herself, rather bashfully, to be painted, and now he was finishing the final details on Missile, who was, predictably, harder to pose. In truth, Jowd didn’t need either of them there, but it had become a good pretext to talk to the pets together in ways the humans in Jowd’s life couldn’t really understand.

Sissel yawned and tucked his body into a nice compact loaf on the table next to Jowd’s easel, then hopped out and sent his spirit flame toward Missile’s waiting fire. As always, the little dog greeted him with explosive joy.

“Finally! Welcome!! But Sissel, you took so long! I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to connect me to Mr. Jowd!”

“Oh, am I just your telephone operator?” Sissel said a little drily, reaching his other ghostly paw towards the flame of Jowd’s soul. “You know I’m the one that’s supposed to be traveling via telephone.”

“Well…” Missile looked briefly nonplussed. “I guess you are kind of like that black hello now that you have that body of yours back…but still! I have so much to say to Mr. Jowd!”

“Oh?” Jowd’s spirit-voice joined their conversation, his usual sardonic tones a little preoccupied as he continued painting. “And what do you have to say to me?”

“Er…” Missile’s tail—both his spirit and regular versions—began waving ever-faster. “Welcome back Mister Jowd! I missed you!”

“Did you? I’ve been here all this time.” It was Jowd’s turn to sound mildly nonplussed, as he always did when someone expressed how much they loved seeing him. “And was that all you wanted to say?”

“No! I really, really missed you and Mister Cabanela and Miss Kamila and Miss Alma! It’s been days since I saw you all!” Missile said, wriggling. “I even asked Miss Lynne to bring me over here yesterday and the day before and…”

“Asked Lynne?” Jowd sounded amused now. “And how did you do that?”

“I barked and barked and barked! Until she chased me with a broom!” Missile said proudly. “And then I got her to throw my ball for me and take me on a walk and I thought we were coming here but we just walked to that place that smells SO good and then we came home and Miss Lynne ate her whole dinner and she didn’t give me any. Two days in a row!” He flopped to the ground, indignantly flicking his ears back to show his brief displeasure.

Jowd was laughing in earnest now. “You must have gone to the Chicken Kitchen. Two days in a row? Alma would have something to say about that. But we won’t mention it.”

“Well, she didn’t give me any chicken,” Missile said, then sat up. “But you will, won’t you Mister Jowd! You smell like it so you must have some!”

“Uh…” Jowd’s voice was unrepentant. “We’re out of chicken right now. Someone ate it all. With ketchup.”

“A criminal offense,” Sissel interjected, voice dry.

“A criminal!” Missile jumped and growled. “We have to catch him! That chicken thief!”

“Okay, okay,” Jowd said, still laughing. “We’ll go on a walk in a little while and see if you can sniff him out. For now, I’m done with your portrait. Do you want to see?”

Missile looked up at it. “Oh. It’s very nice, Mister Jowd,” he said politely. “It’s so square! And flat! And it has nice shapes on it! They sort of look like my Miss Lynne!” He sniffed, his little nose quivering. “It smells like my ball a little bit? I like that part!” He sniffed again. “And it smells like chicken too! Maybe the criminal came by here!” His tail waved. “It’s a Clue!”

Jowd snorted. “Thanks. Your nose, as always, is impeccable. We’ll be hiring you as a police dog soon.” He took the painting off the easel and set it on a tarp to dry. “All right, Sissel. Your turn.”

“Me?” Sissel’s spirit flickered in brief confusion. “You’ve painted me before.”

“Well, I painted Yomiel. And yes, you as a cat,” Jowd agreed. “But I was thinking about painting you in your ghost form this time.”

“But my ghost form doesn’t have a real shape,” Sissel objected.

“Exactly,” Jowd said, satisfied. “That’s why it’s a challenge. You turn into whatever you can think of, and I’ll paint it.”

“Cabanela put you up to this, didn’t he,” Sissel said.

“Well, he and Alma, yes.” Jowd shrugged, his brush already moving to capture the Temsik waves radiating from Sissel’s body. “And what did you expect? With the three of you ganging up on me to tell them everything, of course they want to know the real you.”

“Huh?” Missile interjected. “But Sissel is Sissel. He looks like who he is! All the time!”

“And how better to show that to humans than a painting?” Jowd finished smoothly.

“Err…fine.” Sissel’s spirit wavered, then firmed into a red desk lamp, which swiveled back and forth on its base. “How’s this?”

“Hmm,” said Jowd, inspecting him critically. “That one doesn’t really seem like you.”

“Yeah!” Missile said. “But I like it though! A lot!”

“You would,” said Sissel, flickering out of it and into a fuzzy approximation of an exceedingly old Pomeranian. “This you did too. Or, well, he didn’t like it exactly, I guess. But he sure made it sound like he did.”

“Hey, but that’s not what I looked like!” Missile objected. “He was more like this! I remember… I think...” His own spirit flickered through a few fuzzy shapes before settling back into looking, once again, like Missile. “Oh… but I can see him, I mean, me, so clearly. Why can’t I change?”

“Guess you have to be actually dead to control your ghost form,” Sissel said, preening his ghostly whiskers with a paw. “We already knew you couldn’t use your ghost powers anymore, so it only makes sense.”

“Well! I don’t want to be lolling around dead any time soon! Miss Lynne and Miss Kamila need me here!” Missile said. “You’ll just have to do a better job of looking like me, Sissel.”

“I’m not the artist here, you know,” Sissel said, and flattened his ears. “Also, wasn’t I supposed to look like me all the time?”

“Well… yes, but…” Missile barked at him. “Hey! Stop being confusing!”

“He’s just being a cat,” Jowd told him, and bent down to give him another ear scritch. “Sorry that you’re the only dog in the world, probably, who has to hear a cat being a cat on a regular basis. But if it makes you feel better, I get the same feeling from talking to Cabanela.”

“Oh, Mister Cabanela is also Mister Cabanela all the time,” Missile agreed. “He can’t be anything but himself, even if he smells like someone else. He sure is good at being confusing!”

“Ha! Well, that’s Sissel too.” Jowd said, laughing. “But I guarantee you if Cabanela had the power to shapeshift he would have too much fun with it. I’m surprised Sissel hasn’t tried before.” He turned back to Sissel. “Anyway, is that all you’ve got? Come on. Give me something with feeling. Some oomph.”

“Something with feeling, huh…” Sissel said. In rapid succession, he turned into a crossing gate, a guitar with bullet holes in it, and finally a familiar shape to both Jowd and Missile, a man in a red suit with tall and pointed yellow hair and dark sunglasses, who lay on the floor with his face on the ground. “Well, I guess I can definitely turn into anything or anyone I’ve ever possessed. That’s a pretty neat trick.”

“Yes,” Jowd said, already busily sketching shapes. “But just any old inanimate objects? Not very clever to repeat stuff, is it?”

“Well, maybe you should try it,” Sissel shot back. “Fine! How about this!”

For a moment, a huge ovoid form, much larger than Jowd, stood in the room, hollow eyes staring out at the world with haunted, empty white holes painted on its chalky face. Long facial hair streamed to the floor and puddled around their feet as the object toppled forward toward them on its unsteadily rounded base.

Missile crouched and barked at it, but Jowd didn’t flinch, only kept sketching. “Mino, huh? Better. Still inanimate, although I like the extra touches you put on there. Getting a little creepy, I suppose.”

“Hmph.” Sissel’s spirit flame flicked in annoyance and Mino turned into a rugby ball and then was gone. “OK, how about…hmm.” He flickered into the form of a monster from one of the late-night movies Jowd liked to watch when he couldn’t sleep and meow/roared, fire flickering from his mouth and smoke leaking from his nostrils. “How’s that!”

One corner of Jowd’s mouth flicked into a smile. “Quite a sight! Too bad it’s probably trademarked. Come on, Sissel. Give me an original creation. How about you give me an actual scare?”

Sissel’s spirit wavered, flickering between an old-fashioned gun and a music box as he thought. Jowd stopped painting, eyes fixed on his ghostly form. “That’s a pretty good try,” he remarked, voice even, “but for scary, you’d do better with the B-movie monsters.”

Sissel’s form resolidified into a cat’s and he favored Jowd with a slow double blink of apology, before flattening his ears in annoyed concentration. “All right,” he said after a moment. “You want scary? Try this.” The blackness of his fur leeched into the shadows of the floor, spreading out across the floor in darkness growing ever deeper as his eyes grew larger, then larger still, until they were enormous twin orbs of golden glowing light with thin black slits bisecting them. The eyes regarded Missile and Jowd for a moment before they shut. Man and dog stood in utter blackness and silence for a moment until Missile’s tiny start of a whimper cut off as a chill developed around them and time seemed to stop dead, then swirl around them in eddies like a whirlpool drawing them both to an inevitable final event horizon. Stars appeared, one by one, and were drawn in and strung into long strips of glowing dust until nothing remained but Jowd, Missile, and howling hydrogen atoms blazing blue through an empty cosmos in beautiful, incomprehensible patterns that, at last, burned away into the kismet that comes at the end of all things.

After a time that might have been an instant and might have been an eternity, the void resolved itself into the form of a tiny black cat with golden eyes, who yawned and stretched, then hopped off a pedestal next to an easel in a house on a street in a strange country on a planet that orbited through crowded, lively space. Sissel stropped himself against Jowd’s leg, meowing one sharp questioning note that made Jowd jump and Missile begin barking as loudly as possible.

After a second, Jowd cleared his throat. “Yeah, that was…pretty good,” he croaked, his voice almost inaudible under the barking, and abruptly sat on the floor. Missile stopped barking, crept into his lap, and sat there for a moment panting, tail almost but not completely still. A beat of silence, and Jowd said in a voice that was almost normal, “I don’t think I can paint that, though, Sissel. It was a little… high concept. I don’t think I’ve ever been a black hole before.”

“Oh, come on,” said Sissel, and narrowed his eyes at Jowd. “Everyone’s a critic.”

“Oh, but, but, I didn’t like it either,” Missile said, his voice unusually timid as he tentatively stood up and his tail began to swish again. “It was like when I was dead but before I was reborn, and even lonelier than I was until Miss Lynne found me again. I didn’t know you could do that. I didn’t know I remembered that! And I didn’t like remembering!”

“Um, well… sorry.” Sissel offered. “I didn’t know I could do that either.” They sat in silence for a moment before Jowd broke it with a snort of laughter.

“Imagine how Cabanela would react, though,” Jowd said, his voice dreamy. “Wish he could have seen.”

“And Miss Alma too?” Missile asked.

“No.” Jowd swallowed hard. “No, probably not. She… doesn’t need to remember that. And not Cabanela either, really.”

“Actually…” Sissel said, the words coming slow as he thought out loud, “I think I could show them, though. Or something like it.”

“What do you mean?” Jowd asked, his attention sharpening.

“Been thinking about it lately,” Sissel said. “I think maybe my powers are starting to change, like Ray said his did. They’ve had a more…visual feel to them from the beginning—”

“What does that mean?” Jowd cut in.

“Uh…” Sissel looked to Missile. “You know what I mean, right? Like instead of just moving through space on the phone wires it’s almost like you’re watching it on a screen?”

“Sissel,” Missile said very seriously, and sat back down with his tongue hanging out and his nose quivering, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well, whatever. Anyway, it feels like, lately, moving in phone calls has been a little more constrained? Or something. So I’ve been wanting to experiment a little bit with pictures. On the TV, maybe.”

“You’re taking too much after Kamila,” Jowd said, voice indulgent. “Or she is after you, I don’t know which.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re great influences on each other,” Sissel said. “Anyway, I bet if I were to try possessing the TV, I’d be able to use the pictures it makes.”

Jowd raised an eyebrow at Sissel and stood, holding Missile in one arm and picking up the cat’s inert body with the other so he could maintain their three-way contact as he stepped away from the easel. “Well, I don’t feel like painting anymore after that anyway. Want to go try? I’ve got an idea for something I want you to show Cabanela—it’ll scare the scarf right off him.”

“Uh, I guess. You two are as weird as ever,” Sissel said, hopping to a spirit core on Missile’s collar. “I don’t think what I did before is going to come through as well on a TV though.”

“That’s all right,” Jowd said, a little too quickly. “Let’s start…a little smaller. Maybe instead of a black hole…a doughnut.”

“I want a doughnut!” Missile said, and began to wriggle fiercely, swimming through the air in his eagerness. “Let’s go Sissel! I want to see your best doughnut!”

“Oh boy,” Sissel said. “I guess this is going to open up all sorts of strange new tricks, huh?”

“I can hardly wait,” Jowd said, and carried both of them down the stairs to begin practicing.

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I never knew what to say about zsg because, well, there are a lot of aspects about it that don't align with my usual taste, despite its objective high quality. I mean, I'm a sfw fan 😂 That said, I'm always in awe that with your busy job, you continue to feed us so well. I'm busy too and only going yo get busier, so it's an inspiration, as longfics are what I prefer to write as well (though it doesn't come nearly as naturally, lol). And, you're right, zsg deserves to hear the love and admiration I have for it, so here goes.

To start with, the fic definitely has residence in my head, despite reading it nearly a year ago. There are scenes I still think about. I was talking about then with a friend just a week ago. Since I don't have time to read fic these days (cries), the most I can do is go back to old fics and reread my favorite scenes, and I do that with zsg, because there are such high quality, top tier moments. The "you're looking at me" "I never stopped" ??? That might be the pinnacle bkdk. I can't believe I've never seen that before in a bkdk fic? Or if it was there, it didn't hit as hard.

I know you're not so into the falling action part of a fic, but I loved the last bits with bkdk. When Baku realizes Deku's staying? Those moments they have of figuring things out are so good. And the provisional exam being inspired by Kamino was great. Really clever and a nice homage. And, of course, very nice that Deku could be a hero again.

Also, the Shinsou content is perf. I always love a side character having a big part in a ship fic and that shinbaku relationship is exactly why. (Similarly, I loved All Might and Aizawa helping Baku out.) That flashback scene where Deku calls Baku Kacchan? So good. And so smart as a flashback, because it would have been too much in the actual timeline, but where you fit it in the plot was really really clever. I also generally love a flashback--unpopular opinion, but I do.

Those were some of my biggest highlights! I hope my little disclaimer at the top isn't totally assholish 💀 I think you're just great and really admire your openness and the things you try to tackle in fics and your incredible output. I hope you're doing well <3

ahhh Anjum thank you so much for sending this!!! AHHH i'm sorry i complain on here so often i was so embarrassed i deleted the post lmao

gosh yeah especially when you read sfw stuff in general! i have this habit of writing REALLY detailed and explicit sex scenes 😳 what made you read it, in that case? (obviously you dont have to answer!)

god. every time i think about their devotion to one another i want to combust into flames. think for much LESS we had to work with when we were writing a few years ago?! the way horikoshi has developed katsuki into this passionate, level-headed, absolutely hopelessly committed to Izuku - literally never saw it coming. these two deserve peace in the end. they deserve to live a life on their own terms. they just DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY

urgh its Izuku's DREAM and of course horikoshi is setting him up to lose one for all, i think thats been his intention from the beginning, but his life is only starting!!! he's only 15!!! you're telling me he's going to risk his life and lose the only thing he's ever wanted?! i wonder if horikoshi used all might in his big-old mecha suit as a hint that deku would still be a hero, just using assist devices. at least i hope. this kid deserves a chance. (i dont know if you're caught up on the manga?? i'm kind of ranting lol)

adjfakldjflk;asjdlfjasdfj ANYWAY WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE MY DAYYYYYY adsjfaldjfkl argh you just made me so happy especially because its been a long time and i forget parts about it but TO HEAR THAT EVEN THE PARTS THAT FELT LIKE A STRUGGLE WERE STILL ENJOYABLE?! urgh i appreciate you so much thank you for taking time out of your day to reassure a complainy weirdo like me

#🥺🥺🥺#i love you and appreciate you so much #i still remember izuku leaving U.A and that panel of him looking exhausted and saying 'a giant villain' was what inspired zsg #and just the thoughts of what katsuki would do. if izuku went full vigilante and disappeared #now we have SO MUCH. we have the apology. the izuku. the catching him in the rain. the literally thinking about him before he dies.#the instantly meeting eyes as he resurrects like some angel. them saving all might together.#god. i love they.

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Honor

(no beta we die like the crew of the ISD Chimaera)

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They found the ISD chimera almost 2 years after the Purrgil incident. The ship appeared to be pretty much destroyed but still able to sustain life if the sensors were correct.

The only one they found was the former Grand Admiral. There was not a single trace of his crew at first.

Thrawn was in good physical condition but refused to speak to anyone or even acknowledge their existence.

After a thorough examination of the ship, Ar'alani's team found the disturbing remains of the Chimaera crew.

A conversation with Thrawn was more urgent than ever, Ar'alani knew.

"What happened to your crew, Thrawn?" she asked as compassionately as she could.

Silence.

"Thrawn, listen to me! What happened to your crew?", her voice was more forceful.

When he answered his voice was rough, as if he hadn't used it in a long time, "they were sacrificed for a greater good." She could barely understand him. His voice, his manner, it felt wrong.

"Thrawn, speak clearly. What has happened to your crew?" she demanded, she needed to hear it, loud and clear.

And again, "they were sacrificed for a greater good," this time his voice was strong.

She couldn't bear it any longer. What they had found, the remains of the crew, the sheer monstrosity of it all.

She snapped, "YOU FUCKING ATE THEM!"

"THEY FOUND A HONORABLE DEATH!" he shouted at her.

And at that moment she knew he believed what he was saying.

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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 1: The Flight of The Sparrows

Warning: Strong language, violence, mild sexual content

a/n: Hello old friends and readers, it's been a while huh? It's so nice to be back with a new chapter of TEC. I hope you all love what I have in store for season 3 and thank you so much for your support.

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

"I knew you’d show up eventually," I heard dad’s voice and my entire body froze.

"You’re alive," Luther blurted out.

"Why shouldn’t I be?" He replied.

"Yeah, you’re right… I’m just happy that we’re home and together again."

"Home? This isn’t your home."

"Dad?" I raised my brows. "You’re not making any sense, this is the Umbrella Academy."

"Wrong again," dad seemed beyond amused with our confusion. "This is the Sparrow Academy."

Behind us stood a group of people dressed in a twisted version of our uniform. Diego pulled out a knife just in case.

"Dad, who the hell are these assholes?" Ben came out of the shadows. It was him, but somehow completely different.

"Shit…" We all muttered at the same time.

"Ben!" Klaus took a step forward, still holding my hand.

"It's so good to see you like this! Flesh and bone, oh my God! I missed you so much," I cried.

"And who are the weirdos from the balcony?" Diego shouted and I had to shush him.

"These are the Sparrows, my children," dad smiled proudly.

"Well hello... We are the Umbrella Academy, and we are also Reginald's children, nice to meet you," I offered my hand for someone to shake, but none of them were having it. "I feel like the timeline was fucked somehow, but nothing that can't be fixed with a hug and some cake."

"Oh, let me guess, after that we all hold hands and sing Kumbaya?" one of the Sparrows mocked. His appearance was... Well, it was different. His body was entirely deformed, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

"Alphonso," I blurted out as the name came to my mind, almost like I stole it from his. "You were born in Brazil... Me too! That is so cool! I've never met anyone from my country before."

I didn't even notice that what I said was creepy until I saw all eyes, both Sparrows' and Umbrellas' on me. I couldn't help it, all that information was flowing into my brain like a waterfall, it was almost overwhelming.

"The Umbrella Academy," dad broke the silence. "A group of scheming perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. They claim to be my spawn."

"Accost you? Dad! We were trying to get help," Klaus argued, but he didn't take the offenses to heart, we all knew to never take the offenses to heart.

"We are your children, you are our dad, you raised us and we are definitely not perfidious! Five, did we fuck it up again?" I asked.

"I don't know, but it's concerning."

"Vicky's right, we're amateur-fidious at best!" Klaus jumped to my defense, which I had to admit was rather cute.

Taking a look at the diverse group in front of us, I somehow knew exactly who they were. It wasn't exactly the same feeling as reading minds, but almost like invading them. I had no idea how I was able to do that after barely controlling my mind-reading skills for the past... whatever time had passed since I first discovered it. Four years? One week? Who knows anymore.

Marcus, the Number One was tall and intimidating. Ben was nothing like the brother I knew back in the day. Fei was cold and ruthless. Alphonso was a jokester, but not in the same way as Klaus, more in a bullying way. Sloane, what a horrible name, was a people pleaser and a bad one at that. Jayme was pretty much still a child inside her brain, I've never heard such petty thoughts. And Christopher... well, Christopher was a cube. There's not much to say about that.

"This is our house, we grew up here," Luther said.

"I think we would've noticed you," Sloane countered with the most disgusting zen yoga instructor tone I've ever heard.

"Hi, I'm Luther," he suddenly smiled and I punched his shoulder to bring him back. No way Spacey was making eyes at her. What? The world was truly upside-down.

"None of you belong here," Allison exclaimed.

"There are 42 rooms in the house, Alli, I think we can all fit," I scoffed.

"Awww she thinks we're the same, we can all be a big happy family!" Fei mocked.

I couldn't pay attention to the rest of their smack talk because mom walked into the room carrying a plate of cookies, as she always used to do for us. I knew that everything was different and very much like the human Grace in Dallas, she wouldn't recognize me, but I still ran to her, wrapping my arms around her as tightly as I could.

"I missed you so much, mamãe!"

"Mom..." Diego called, just as startled.

"Mom? She's a robot you perv," Jayme teased.

"No, she's not! Call my brother a perv again, see what happens!" I finally had enough of those rude assholes and snapped. "You tiny little childish-"

Before I could finish my insult, she proceeded to open her mouth just slightly to let out a viscous black liquid, it was shot straight at my face and Klaus winced as I tried to wipe it out, but it was quickly absorbed.

"Is this poison? Poison can do nothing for me, sweetheart! I'm indestructible!" I started, but I noticed as the sentence progressed my voice was changing, just like the rest of the room around me.

"Vicky! Come on, we're gonna be late!" Klaus called, but he looked completely different, he looked the same way he did when he was 20 years old. Upon turning to look in the mirror, I realized I also did.

"Late for what?" I asked, running in his direction.

"For our birthday party, silly," he chuckled. His wild curls were as messy as ever, his torso was completely exposed under his fishnet shirt and as for the bottom he wore a plaid mini-skirt and knee-high socks with platform shoes.

"God, you look hot!"

"Not hotter than you, Liebling," he pulled me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Ugh, can't you do this later?" Diego groaned, dragging us to the basement where the rest of our siblings were along with several other guests, including the young Sparrows. Even Five was there, I've never seen him in his 20s, but somehow I knew it was him. "We've been waiting for you."

"For what? You were waiting for us to play Ragatanga?" I elbowed Klaus.

"Don't you dare! Fucking hate that song."

"Dieguito, it's your song!" I insisted, starting to sing it just like I used to when we were younger to annoy him, Klaus had learned the lyrics especially to piss him off. "Olha lá quem vem virando a esquina, é Diego com toda alegria festejando. Com a lua em seus olhos, roupa de agua marinha, e seu jeito de malandro..."

"Oh, you jerks," he rolled his eyes fondly.

"I chose the next song in your honor," Allison announced.

"Musa do Verão?"

"You're close..."

"Guess you'll just have to find out," Ben laughed, pressing play.

Ela Só Pensa em Beijar started playing and I screamed, it had been decades since I last heard that song. I pulled Klaus to the middle of the dance floor, singing along and twerking (yeah, Brazilian funk requires twerking, there's nothing I can do about it) to the glorious sound of my teenage years.

Quem é a menina que dança e fascina (Who is this girl who dances and mesmerizes)

Que alucina querendo beijar (And drives herself crazy wanting to kiss someone)

Se ela dança eu danço, balancei no balanço (If she's dancing I'm dancing, I swayed to the beat)

Nesse doce encanto que me faz cantar (In this sweet spell that makes me sing)

Que é quando eu te vejo, desperta o desejo (When I see you, it awakens my desire)

Eu lembro do seu beijo e não paro de sonhar (I remember your kiss and can't stop dreaming

The bass echoed in my heart like a beating drum, it's been so long since I had felt that alive. Let's face it, there was no time like the 2000s and 2010s, I'm willing to bet no one in the world has been happy ever since, but none of that mattered. I was 20 again, all my brothers and sisters were there with me, Klausie was mine, and I finally had a birthday party.

"Ela só pensa em beijar... Beijar, beijar, beijar! E vem comigo dançar... Dançar, dançar, dançar," Klaus sang happily, urging me to grind against him. "Is it true, Vicky? Do you really only think about kissing me?"

"You know it is," I straightened, leaning against his already sweaty chest, burying my fingers in his hair. "You're the only guy I ever liked."

"That's interesting because you are the only girl I ever liked. I did like a few guys back in the day but-"

"Asshole!" I snorted, turning around to kiss him again.

"Do you know what sehnsucht means, my love?"

"No, but I'd love for you to say it again..."

"Sehnsucht means a deep yearning, a wish so strong to have something you know it's meant to be yours. Missing someone so much and knowing that your desire won't bring you any closer to them. That's how I used to feel about you. But now you're mine, I don't have to yearn anymore, I love you."

"I love you too," I confessed as the next song started, my gaze lost on his body. "Sorry, your outfit is really distracting."

"Oh? Maybe you'd wanna do more than just kissing?" he whispered in my ear while his hand shamelessly slid down my back and towards my ass. "Du bist eine geile Sau."

"You're so dirty! Klaus, stop it! Not in front of them... Let's go upstairs."

"Wow, and I thought knife boy was the pervert, you wanna fuck your own brother?" Jayme's voice brought me back from my daydream, and what a daydream it was, it seemed so real!

That's when I finally realized where I really was, still 33 and still facing the unpleasant Sparrows. Only I was leaning against Klaus, who didn't really understand what was going on, but wasn't complaining either.

"Not just brother, fiancé!" he held up my right hand to show off the ring.

"Ew, gross," Alphonso recoiled.

"You're one to talk..." I muttered under my breath. "And jokes on you, Jayme, I was having a great time just now. Do it again, can you do it again? Please? Just a little bit."

"How does she know all their names?" Vanya asked, hoping someone had the answer.

"Why does she wanna be spat on so bad?" Diego returned the question. "Is that a new kink?"

"You have thirty seconds to leave our house or we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way," Marcus threatened calmly.

"Victoria is right, we just fought a literal army, this doesn't need to get ugly. Let's just calm down and talk," Vanya suggested.

"Hey, Benerino?" Klaus called in a high-pitched tone. "You look so much better alive than you do dead, am I right? Except for this haircut."

"What did you just say?" I don't think I've ever seen Ben's face twist into that expression, it was quite scary to be honest, but Klaus didn't seem intimidated and only made his way closer to our dead brother's clone.

"Come on, stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Wow, nice scar, muy macho..."

"Shut your mouth!"

"You shut your mouth and just hug your brother!"

Klaus tried to wrap his arms around him, but before he could, Sparrow Ben knocked him out, sending his skinny little body across the room.

Okay, that was it, I had seen enough of those posers and I was not about to let them hurt my fiancé right before we got married.

"You son of a bitch!" I shoved Ben before throwing a punch. He was fast, but I wasn't aiming for his face, I moved my trajectory to hit his stomach instead, which I know it's his most sensitive area. "Anyone who touches Klaus or any of my siblings is getting their asses kicked!"

"Look, the Alabama Brady Bunch decided to show their claws..." Alphonso taunted.

"Hey!" Marcus tried to punch me in the face as retaliation, but it obviously only made his knuckles hurt. "Jesus..."

"Everything you have I can take and so much more," I smirked.

"Don't touch my sister!" Diego and Luther said nearly at the same time as if I needed protection, it was sweet.

That's how it started, the great battle of the Sparrows and the Umbrellas. I wish we had a cooler name, but anyway... Luther and Marcus got into a duel while Klaus swiftly escaped, Diego was challenging the flying cube, and Five was taking care of Ben. Fei and Jayme were going against Vanya and Allison and I was the only one without a fight partner.

"Hey, you! *Filhote de cruz credo, wanna fight?" I stopped in front of Alphonso.

"Nah, not really," he sighed, grabbing a small bag of popcorn from his pocket.

When Marcus tried to punch her nothing happened, that would be a waste of time, his thought echoed in my head and I grinned.

"You know what? I respect that, have a nice day," I moved to the next contender, Sloane. "And you, puta? Come on, bring it on!"

"I don't wanna fight you!" Vanya screamed at Jayme, so I took the chance to finally blow off some steam.

"Good, get out of here, Vanny," I pushed my sister away and stepped in. "Come on, bitch! Spit on my face again, I double-dog dare you!"

"You liked that way too much, weirdo," Jayme finally accepted my offer and we started to fight. I managed to block her kicks and punches easily, using her own attacks as an opportunity to strike. "You really are indestructible, hah? You must make a good punching bag."

"Okay okay, now I'm curious," Alphonso stepped in. "Punch me in the face," he asked, standing in front of me.

I didn't think twice and threw my left hook, putting my whole body into it. Nothing happened to him, but then again nothing happened to me either. We just stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Você absorve o impacto, (You absorb the impact,)" I murmured. "Manda a força aplicada de volta pra mim. (Sending the applied force back to me.)"

"Sim, (Yes,)" he nodded. "E pelo jeito você também conseguiria fazer algo parecido se desistisse de ser patricinha e ganhasse mais massa. (And by the looks of it you could do something similar if you gave up on being so pretty and gained more mass.)"

"Huh... Você tá certo, valeu pela dica, (You're right, thank you for the tip,)" I offered my hand and he reluctantly shook it. I know I was supposed to be fighting him, but he actually made a good point. Maybe I should think about that. "Seu português é muito bom! (Your Portuguese is really good!)"

"Obrigado? (Thank you?)"

"See? We're hugging, this is progress!" I heard Klaus' voice and immediately ran back to the living room.

"Ben, let him down right now!" I demanded. "Or do you want me to punch you in the portal again?"

"Oooo I'm so scared... Fuck!" he winced as I grabbed one of his tentacles and bit into it as hard as I could. It felt like eating squid and I spit the chunk on the floor before trying to ease Klaus' fall once Ben let go. "That was fucking gross!"

"Anything for my man," I helped my fiancé up and ran to the secret passage behind the bookshelves. "Let's get out of here before they get you again. Are you okay?"

"I think so, might have broken a rib, but nothing serious," he tried to catch his breath desperately.

To our surprise, once we made our escape, we ended up in a small office with a couch, TV, minifridge... And dad was sitting down watching some old show. I could barely recognize him in that state, he almost seemed like a normal old man his age.

"Which ones are you? Scruffy, fatty, sad girl? I don't recall..." he trailed off, opening a tin of biscuits. And let me tell you, I have never seen a tin like that filled with actual biscuits, it's always a sewing kit, but that is not important to the story.

"Am I sad girl?" I asked.

"I think that might be Vanya," Klaus pointed out.

"Oh yes, the incestuous duo," dad chuckled to himself.

"Who are these absolute psychopaths and why are they in our house?" my fiancé finally asked.

"Simple, once your oafish tribe showed me what a poor job I did with my first selections, I adopted them instead of you," he explained.

"Dad!"

"I'm not your father, not anymore! Biscuit?" he offered and Klaus immediately accepted, making me nervously pinch the bridge of my nose. My blood was boiling with anger, how could he say something like that to us?

"A poor job? A POOR JOB?" I screamed. "I survived all the trauma you put me through. Hours and hours under that hydraulic press, being shot at, stabbed, thrown off precipices! I'm here and I am a successful, intelligent, and resourceful businesswoman who is tough and never gives up. You call that a failure?"

"If you are still standing here, it probably was not that traumatic."

"I spent my entire life trying to be the best daughter you could ask for, I did everything you wanted me to, I gave my best years to you and I'm a failure? FUCK YOU! YOU CRUSTY OLD BASTARD, I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL WITH A DEMON SHOVING A BASEBALL BAT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'LL BECOME A HUMAN KEBAB! I'll leave this house yeah, because I want to protect my fiancé. If I didn't, I could withstand anything you other kids have to throw at me. I might get tired eventually, but they would get tired first and when they did, I'd shove one of my brother's knives into each of their hearts. That's how you made me, dad. Come on, Klaus, I don't wanna waste my time with this excuse for a human being."

"Wow," he murmured, following me outside. "That was so sexy."

Once we arrived at the park I finally had time to breathe and sit down, Klaus decided to rest on my lap and I could take a look at his cuts and bruises. "Damn it, now my wedding is ruined, my fiancé is broken, everyone looks like shit!"

"I'm so sorry, Liebling, I really wanted to do it today, but it looks like it might have to wait a little so everyone can look alive for the pictures," he frowned and my heart broke even more.

A memory from his childhood suddenly flooded my brain, a time when he apologized for something that wasn't his fault either and I felt the exact same pain, but I couldn't quite place what exactly happened.

Slowly the others joined, each looking more pitiful than the last and grumbling about how we fucked that one up. Luther was especially messed up, none of what he said even made sense.

"Oh, thank God you're alive!" Vanya was the last one to arrive.

"Apparently so is Ben," Klaus mocked.

"Yeah, but he's a complete dickhead," Allison said.

"They're all dickheads," Diego agreed.

"Dickheads who can fight," Luther added.

"Okay, the next person to say dickhead is getting a punch to the throat!" Five threatened.

"DICKHEAD!" we all said almost in unison.

"Hey, did dad say anything about why he was calling them his kids?" Digo asked.

"He sure did," Klaus huffed a laugh. "You ready? Daddy was so repulsed by us back in Texas, that he adopted an entirely new group of children just so he didn't have to raise us."

"So he just didn't want us anymore?" Vanya shook her head.

"Did he ever?" Allison sneered.

"See? I told you we shouldn't have asked for help back in 63!" Luther scolded, but I was so done with everyone's shit for the day.

"Then why didn't you come up with a solution for the apocalypse yourself instead, monkey brain?" I teased.

"I think you're all missing the big picture here," Five still seemed as calm and collected as ever, it was almost annoying sometimes. "If dad didn't adopt us as kids, he changed the timeline, so who knows what else is different now?"

"Great, just great... Dad fucking butterfly effect us into homelessness!" I rubbed my eyes nervously.

"Don't worry, Vicky, you're very good at becoming friends with strangers in new places and getting them to give you jobs," Klaus joked.

"Guys, it's fine, we still have the Commission's briefcase, so worst case we just go back in time and fix it," Vanya suggested.

"Let's go back to the '60s and just stay there! I loved being prophetess of the Destiny's Children. Alli had her husband, Vanny had her girlfriend, Klausie and I were rich!" I whined, wishing I never left even though we were all wanted by the police.

"There are two problems with that idea," Five stood up and stretched. "First of all, time travel is complicated."

"Here we go," Klaus rolled his eyes, laying back on my lap.

"And secondly..."

"You don't have the briefcase," I groaned in frustration when I heard what he was thinking. "Because you left it at the mansion, because you're a fucking asshole! You guys think way too loud, we need to find somewhere to stay while we solve this shitshow. And yes Diego, they might come after us, but if you're scared just stay behind me like everyone else does!"

"Schnucki," Klaus whispered. "Is it that time of the month?"

"Yes! It's that time of the month! The time of the month when my fucking siblings and I are homeless orphans in the middle of the city, bleeding out while everyone stares at us, and those damn bastards are famous heroes whose faces are literally everywhere! I guess you can't really blame me for being irritable."

"No, not at all, I just figured because... Isn't it usually that time of the month for you?" he whispered once again.

"I don't know anymore, we time traveled four times! It's been three years? It's been 20 days? I barely know what my age is anymore let alone when my period is due. Now please tell me you know some weird hideout from your cult leader times where we can stay and nobody will bother us?"

"Hmmm... Actually, I might know just the place," Klaus smiled. "And it might double as a wedding venue if you like it."

*Filhote de Cruz Credo: Brazilian expression that means someone or something really really really ugly.

#tua #tua klaus #tua fanfic #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #multichapter #fanfic #oc x canon #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

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bouquet, date night, & valentine for Andreas Maler ~ rebeccaselfships

note: since the game takes place across different years I might talk about different points in time for him <3 most of these will be answered in the context of the post game, but if not I'll try to indicate it ^.^ bouquet — what’s their favourite flower and why? When he was younger Andreas loved roses (red ones in particular), but when he was kind of hiding away in the world within the ruins of a destroyed abbey, roses started to overtake the place and nowadays they bring up bad memories. His favourite flower these days is the cherry blossom, which represent a celebration of new beginnings. date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing? Hmm... Andreas and my s/i are both artists, though Andreas' focus on commissions led him to mostly draw religious and vanity artworks. He's very much learning to draw for himself again, and to find pleasure in it. It's something I've struggled with, too. It can be hard to find joy when you feel weighed down by obligations </3 but that's besides the point! It's nice to picture him and Elisabetta taking the time to make art together 💞 they could sit out together near Tassing's little waterfall and observe all the nature there. There's an abundance of life there <3 and maybe once Andreas feels comfortable traveling outside of Tassing again, they could travel to some distant country and visit some of the monuments there... Elsebe would love a chance to leave to Aragon one day, for sure. valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^ Well! I've mentioned this before that I'd been wanting 2 add Andreas as a crush for about a month or so, but I wanted to actually play his game first 😭 though honestly I kind of had a sense I'd end up getting absolutely obsessed with him once I did. And I have to say I'm glad the game's not the most popular, because I got to be pleasantly surprised by how rich Andreas is as a character. Watching him being sort of a goofy weirdo at the beginning of the game then returning to him 7 years later and seeing how depressed he'd become and wondering what happened in that time frame. And then as the story unfolds and you learn just how complicated his life had become, and how that sadness and self hatred resulted in him isolating himself from the world for 18 years </3 It makes me very happy when there's someone who feels like they've done terrible things, like they're irredeemable, but that eventually decided that they just... can't change the past, and decide to move on and try to do better in the future. Andreas can't undo the hurt he's caused, but he still has time to put goodness into the world, if he allows himself. [ adding because I inevitably thought of him while writing this ] like how theseus has a lot of regret and self hatred due to his past actions but still decided to befriend asterius and give him the life he deserved as part of moving forward 😔

#💌 | a letter from hermes #[ love is the only reason to do anything in this life ]#got embarassed answering the date question </3 #world's normalest normal girl #i know gushing is usually supposed to be like talking about soft and cute things but #the complexities of these characters are what draw them to me more than anything else!

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I Would Really, Really Love To Stick Around (ch 1)

Geralt/Jaskier / rated teen (ch1) / 2,827 words / ao3.

this is part 2 of my kaer morhen coffee house au, featuring extremely anxious sweet boi geralt going on his first date with jaskier. chapter 1 is the first date, and chapter 2 is the first date hook up, heh. there’ll be a chapter 3 one day, but brain is somewhat stuck, sadly.

Fuck, Geralt felt stupid. He was stupid, absolutely, undoubtedly stupid. He was meeting Jaskier in half an hour, and he still hadn’t decided what to wear. Geralt wasn’t a vain man, not by any stretch, but… but he wanted to make a good impression, the right impression. He had to. This was a first date, after all.

Sure, he’d walked Jaskier to work that one time, and they’d been texting a lot since then, and Geralt had actually managed to have actual conversations with the other man whenever he was in the coffee shop, but… he didn’t know how to do dates, never had. So when Jaskier had asked him out and he’d said yes, of course he’d said yes, he’d immediately gone into panic mode.

Well, he’d waited until Jaskier was out of the shop first, and had to ask Eskel to cover for him while he sat in the back room for fifteen minutes while he calmed down. But still, panic mode.

And now he had thirty minutes, and he was looking at his wardrobe and realised he didn’t own a single item of clothing that was good enough. He’d looked up the place Jaskier had picked for dinner, and while it wasn’t super fancy or anything, it certainly wasn’t a jeans and a t-shirt establishment, and Geralt only really had jeans and t-shirts, or sweatpants, or tank tops. He had a crumpled suit in the back of his wardrobe that he hadn’t worn in years, and he certainly couldn’t wear that tonight, if it even fit still.

There was only one thing for it. He had to call in reinforcements.

Calling down to the shop, he chewed on his lower lip as the phone rang, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Kaer Morhen Coffee House, Eskel speaking…” oh, thank fuck it was Eskel. Geralt could ask Eskel for help, and he wouldn’t be a prick about it.

“Esk? It’s me. I… I need your help, can someone cover you for uh, fifteen minutes or so..?” Geralt asked, feeling like an absolute clown. Like the man didn’t have things to do, like Vesemir wouldn’t give them both a clip round the ear, Geralt for being a child and Eskel for slacking off. This was stupid, he should just call and cancel—

“Sure, I’m on my way up,” Eskel cut off Geralt’s panic spiral, the line going dead as he hung up. Geralt dropped his phone down onto his bed, ran both hands through his hair frustratedly. Well, at least he’d had a shower already, and he’d blow dried his hair and everything, just like Ciri had told him to. Stepping into the hallway, Geralt opened the door to his apartment, poking his head out into the corridor to watch for Eskel coming up the stairs.

“Shouldn’t you be dressed by now, mate?” Eskel asked as he appeared, and Geralt just shrugged. Eskel would understand, he always understood. It’s why the two of them got along so well. Where Geralt was the shy, awkward weirdo, Eskel was warm and gentle, always happy to help Geralt when he couldn’t help himself. Moments like now, when Geralt was so lost in his own head.

“Just come in and help, fucking hell,” Geralt grumbled, stepping inside and letting Eskel follow him inside, heading straight to the bedroom again. “I need something nice to wear and I don’t have nice clothes, Esk!” Geralt felt like a fucking teenager, like a character from a teen movie getting ready for a date with the star quarterback or something. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, it took all Geralt had in him not to flop backwards and let out a frustrated little scream.

“Alright, drama queen.” Maybe Geralt was wrong, thinking Eskel would be warm and gentle. Maybe he’d let his best friend spend too much time with Lambert and with Yennefer, like he had with Ciri. This was a disaster. He’d have to cancel, and he’d have to explain to Jaskier that he wasn’t good enough for the other man, that Jaskier deserved someone prettier, sweeter, someone who had nice clothes and didn’t live in a small flat above the shop he worked in because his foster father owned both properties and was letting him live there rent free.

“Here, put this on. And these,” Eskel pulled Geralt from his latest panic spiral by shoving a pair of dark jeans and a navy blue shirt, shaking the coat hangers when Geralt didn’t respond. “These look good on you, promise.” Eskel added, giving Geralt a soft smile. Geralt took the hangers from him and stood, peeling off the vest he’d put on after his shower and swapping it for the button up shirt.

“Thanks, mate.” Geralt said quietly, focussing too intently on doing up his buttons. He paused when he got to the top couple, and a quick glance at Eskel told him he should leave them open. Next came the jeans, pulled up over the underwear he’d spent far too long agonising over. Even picking the right pair of boxer shorts had been difficult, for God’s sake, and he had no intention of Jaskier seeing them tonight. Once they were up and fastened, Geralt hesitated.

“Should I tuck my shirt in? I should, right?” It was a stupid question, of course he should. He tucked it in quickly, tugging at the fabric a little until it felt right. “Um. How do I look..?” Geralt asked, voice small.

“Like your boy’s gonna have a heart attack, mate,” Eskel answered, and Geralt could tell he meant it, his eyes sincere and a fond smile on his face. Eskel reached a hand out to straighten out Geralt’s collar before patting his shoulder, smoothing his hand down over the dark fabric. “You’re gonna be fine, Geralt. Jaskier likes you. I think short of telling him you used to wank over that David Beckham poster you had, nothing’s gonna change that.” Geralt huffed a laugh at that, shrugging Eskel’s hand off his shoulder.

“Fuck off, he’d understand,” Geralt responded. He knew Eskel was right, he just had to keep telling himself that. Jaskier liked him, wanted to take him out on a date and wine and dine him. Geralt liked wine, he liked dining. It’d be fine.

Eskel picked out a jacket for Geralt while he put his socks and shoes on; a pair of brown Oxfords with laces he kept struggling to tie in a bow, fat thumbs be damned. He stuck around while Geralt brushed his hair, and agonised for a good five minutes over how to wear it before stepping in and taking the hair tie from him, sweeping it up into a neat bun for him. Eskel even waited on the curb outside with him for a taxi, and he waved Geralt off as the car pulled away.

A small part of Geralt wished he could’ve taken Eskel for moral support, but that would really fuck the date up, wouldn’t it?

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Geralt had only briefly looked into where Jaskier wanted to meet and he’d assumed it’d be a restaurant of some sort, so the taxi pulling up in front of a trendy looking pub was a nice surprise. There was a large car park, the actual pub set away from the road, and about a dozen picnic benches on a raised seating area out front.

Perched on one of those benches, hand wrapped round a pint glass and fingers drumming on the wooden surface, was Jaskier. God, he looked good. So good. He wore a grey t-shirt with a blazer over it, and he’d gone for jeans as well, paired with boots. Why hadn’t Geralt thought of boots?

Hands shoved into his pockets, Geralt made his way over, climbing the few steps up onto the seating area and cleared his throat a little. “Hi, Jaskier…” he said softly, not quite trusting his voice to stay level if he spoke louder. Jaskier turned his head at the mention of his name, his hair fluttering as he did so and Christ, he was unfairly attractive. His eyes were going to haunt Geralt until the day he died, he was sure of it, and his lips… he was talking, and Geralt had tuned him out.

Fucking hell.

“You look… wow,” Geralt managed to catch, Jaskier’s eyes raking over him from head to toe and back up again appreciatively, making Gerat’s face burn hot. Jaskier notices, of course he does, and his own cheeks turn a little pink. “Should we go inside? What’re you drinking?” he asked as he stood, picking up his pint and giving Geralt a tiny smile.

“Whatever you’re having’s fine.” Geralt said, returning Jaskier’s smile with his own, nerves eating him up inside. He was glad Eskel had sorted his hair out for him, else he’d have been scratching away at his scalp, and Jaskier would think he was fucking fleas or something.

Jaskier led them inside, walking almost shoulder to shoulder with Geralt and blushing softly - God, this man was adorable when he wanted to be - when Geralt held the door open for him. Inside was nice, walls painted a warm peachy orange, dark wood surfaces, and a classic style bar lined with multicoloured bottles and glasses. It was spacious, one half of the floor space a tap room, the other half set up for dining. Jaskier led Geralt straight to an opening at the bar, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly as he ordered them both a drink.

Jaskier really was adorable. Geralt didn’t quite know what to do with this information.

Finally sat together at a table, Geralt and Jaskier made eye contact as they both drank from their glasses, and Geralt felt like his heart was in his throat as Jaskier flashed him a wink.

The drinks flow freely, even as they eat. Jaskier insists on a plate of nachos for them to share, and asks for another two beers, and when their meals come -burgers and fries with an extra portion of fries each because “Geralt, if we don’t get extra I’ll just eat all yours, and then you won’t want a second date” - Geralt feels far more relaxed, and Jaskier seems to be too, if the way he keeps talking between bites of food is anything to go by.

Jaskier was talking about music, hands moving through the air as he articulated, and all Geralt could do was sit and watch him, a soft, barely there smile on his face as he listened. God, he could listen to this man read the fucking phone book and it’d be fascinating. Except Jaskier had stopped, looking down at the table while laughing softly.

“God, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a boring prick, rambling on like this,” he said, a self deprecating smile tugging at those pretty lips. Jaskier then picked up his pint glass and drank deeply, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth when he’d finished and getting back to eating his fries.

Well, this wouldn’t do at all, would it?

Geralt reached a hand across the table, covering one of Jaskier’s to get his attention, the action causing the other man’s eyes to snap onto his own. “Nothing you could ever say would be boring, Jaskier. Not to me.” Geralt could feel himself blushing slightly, but for once he didn’t care. Jaskier was wonderful, Geralt had thought so for the longest time now, and he wouldn’t have him thinking otherwise.

Jaskier looked lost for words for a second before he laughed again, his fingers twitching under Geralt’s. Just as he was about to take his hand away, however, Jaskier turned his hand over so their palms touched, and it was like a bolt of electric shooting through him.

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They left the pub a few hours later, Geralt insisting he walk Jaskier home and Jaskier putting up only the most token of protests. Geralt stopped in the car park to light up a cigarette as Jaskier was asking if he was sure, and Geralt dropped the hand he’d cupped around the flame and puffed out a cloud of smoke before telling him for the third time that yes, he was absolutely certain, it wasn’t taking him out of the way, and then a little shyly, he’d like to spend that extra bit of time with him.

Jaskier had looked so pleased at that, the sweetest smile on his face as his cheeks lit up with a soft flush. He stepped closer to Geralt, leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, and Geralt was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second.

“A gentleman and a sweetheart? I’m blessed…” If Geralt didn’t know any better, he’d think Jaskier was teasing, but the hand resting on his chest, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt as if wanting to grab a handful, and the soft but playful look on his face spoke volumes. Geralt set his free hand on Jaskier’s narrow waist, fingers curling loosely to hold the other man close.

“Hmmm. Think I’m blessed, to be honest..” Geralt said honestly, leaning his head closer to Jaskier’s so their foreheads were almost touching, their breaths mingling. He watched as Jaskier licked his lips, as his eyes fluttered before focusing on Geralt’s with shocking fondness. God, he was doomed. “Can I kiss you, Jaskier?” he asked quietly, and when he nodded, Geralt pressed his lips to Jaskier’s gently, fingers tightening their grip on his waist as Jaskier’s own finally gripped a hold of his shirt.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Jaskier pulled away, swallowing thickly as he blinked up at Geralt owlishly. “Take me home…” he said, lips curled upwards and voice only lightly trembling. All Geralt could do was nod and give Jaskier’s waist a squeeze before letting go, taking a step back so he could take the other man’s hand in his.

“Lead the way.” Geralt said with a smile, a rare and genuine one that made his faint dimples pop out and his eyes crinkle warmly. Jaskier blinked up at him and nodded, licking his lips unconsciously before he took Geralt’s hand and tugged.

The walk back to Jaskier’s took barely ten minutes, the two of them walking hand in hand the whole time. Jaskier stopped in front of an old terraced house with a small front yard, a bench pushed up against the wall with a string of fairy lights wrapped around the clothesline, an odd selection of potted plants strewn across the paved space. It was cute, Geralt found himself thinking, and fit Jaskier to a T.

Stood behind Jaskier, Geralt had to shove his hands in his pockets to resist the urge to touch , desperately wanting to put his hands on that narrow waist, to lean in and trail kisses along the pale column of his neck. With the door unlocked, Jaskier turned to Geralt again and he smiled, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels before leaning up to drop a kiss on Geralt’s lips, one which Geralt found himself unconsciously following as the other man pulled back.

Jaskier laughed softly, putting an elegant hand on Geralt’s upper arm as he spoke. “Thanks for tonight, I’ve had fun,” he spoke with a slight grin tugging at his lips, and Geralt felt dazed. This man, this fucking beautiful, perfect human, had spent an evening in his company and deemed him worthy. Geralt felt giddy, a bubbly, excited feeling inside of him that he’d not felt in so long, and so he reacted the only way that felt appropriate.

By leaning in for another kiss.

Only with this one, Jaskier let out this sound, a breathy moan that shot straight through Geralt like a bolt of lightning, and lightly teased his tongue over Geralt’s lips in a move that meant he had to open up for him. He gasped slightly himself as Jaskier stepped somehow even closer to him, one hand slipping around him and trailing down his back to grip hold of his ass, pulling Geralt up as close as he possibly could get.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as they kissed, Jaskier’s breath puffing against Geralt’s face as they broke apart then came back together again. His own hands had wandered, one buried in the other man’s soft brown locks, the other with his fingertips just grazing the waistband of Jaskier’s pants, and God, fucking God. Geralt never wanted this to end, wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss until his lungs gave out. Jaskier, however, finally broke their kiss, gasping for breath as Geralt felt his lungs ache, panting softly as their eyes locked.

“Come in? Please...?” Jaskier asked, voice barely more than a whisper, and all Geralt could do was nod. Jaskier beamed brightly in response, stealing another quick kiss before grabbing Geralt’s hand and tugging him into the house after him, the door slamming shut behind them.

Chapter 2 here (rated explicit).

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #fluff #coffee shop au #kaer morhen coffee house #manda writes

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This Week In "Time & Again" #11: Still Colouring, And Some Distractions

So... I have a few internet-posting goals for the close future. I know that I keep saying that all the time, but - since I'm an interwebs hermit, and I've been this way for, like, at least 10 years of my life now (and I have zero regrets 😁) - going online to post something takes an enormous mental effort from me. This is probably what happens when ageing, too. Every time I think about that, I just feel like those dogs from the funny videos who are being scolded for doing something their two-legged companions do not appreciate. So, basically and in a nutshell, this is my face when I think about going online to post stuff:

(source: https://makeagif.com/i/UyVZCW) And after all... why would I distract myself from work anyway? 😁 However, I really want more people to get acquainted with Lothar and Jeanny, and Edgar, and Winston, and Beatnik (oops, giant spoilers), and Daniel (oops, even more spoilers), and all of those other weirdos that our violent lovers meet on their strange path towards happiness (hopefully, because, truly, sometimes it's very difficult to say). So this is something that must be done eventually, so I will persevere😁💪 Rolling up my sleeves already!

Anyways, we know that Valentine's Day is coming! And I already have an artwork prepared to be uploaded very soon. Since in December last year I skipped a Christmas and New Years artwork, breaking my own good tradition and ever so slightly ruining a nice progression in the completion of my "2023 Pre-Christmas To-Do List", I figured I really should not delay with this one. And after all, everybody likes a little bit of spicy to set the mood for the upcoming Valentine's Day 😉 (and most of my Valentine's Day artworks are usually nothing short of "spicy" 😁 well, because they have to be that way).

I also made a totally random artwork, because I wanted to practice drawing certain something, a design element I would love to incorporate into my art style - so I came up with an idea to draw a parody of sorts. And it makes me really happy. It felt... rather refreshing. It gave me extra energy and happiness that I could use to continue working on the colouring for the actual chapter. Working so hard on the chapters of "Time & Again", I almost forgot how it feels to draw something random. Or something out of canon. Something simply for the fun of it. Many years ago most of my artworks used to be random and they were dedicated to random, various things and sometimes people. It was good. Now, since "Time & Again" to me is no less that a self-invented job (yeah, pretty much, for better or worse), I almost never do random funny and cute arts anymore, nevermind my greeting cards store had no updates from last year whatsoever... "Time & Again" might sound like a sort of obsession - but that is merely because I really, really, REALLY want to finish it up as soon as I can, because everyone should know what happened to Lothar and Jeanny and how they manage. Even if the confusion about the timelines still persists - but it's twice as fun this way! 😁

A fun observation: there's something in Lothar that I absolutely hate colouring! And the thing is absolutely essential to that particular dirtymouth individual! And the thing is... His glasses. Don't get me wrong! I love his glasses, the way they match his appearance, and that tiny bit of extra sexiness he magically acquires when wearing them. But dear goodness gracious, boy do I ever hate colouring them! 😤 It usually takes me at least 3 layers (lineart inclusive) to colour them, and then I have to arrange all the layers in the proper order. If the rest of the colours - including the skin and the clothing, but excluding special shiny/textured surfaces, if present - take me only one - ONE! - puny layer to make everything as it should be, then the glasses alone - that effing pathetic piece of... accessory! - take at least 2 layers of colouring. 3 with extra shine. Duuuuh. And they appear on every each panel with Lothar, because he wears them all the time. Geez, man! I hope sometime in the future that hot yet disgusting guy gets himself a pair of smart contacts with the built-in voice activated UI overlays. I'm sure he's rich enough to afford such a gimmicky thing. That will free me from a lot of extra work!.. (imagining things? entertaining my designer's hunger? foreshadowing? who knows?!?!;)))

... Which lead me to another one thought about the simplification of the colouring process. You see, with the colouring the way I do it, there's a lot of "automatic" work that is not really creative, one might say. I just need to fill the certain areas of the lineart with a certain colour and remove all the unfilled pixels afterwards... which is just a process of clicking, selecting areas and colours, and filling those areas with the right colours. And it's... kinda tedious. And monotonous. To be 100% fair, it's getting old fairly quickly. Now, shading and adding lighting effects is totally different. But filling the areas with the plain, flat colour prior to applying the shading... is incredibly "mechanical" to me. And my idea was... an AI program to do that. YES, YES, I KNOOOOW YOU'RE EITHER TURNING YOUR BACK ON ME NOW OR DOING THE ROBERT DOWNEY JR. MEME FACE after hearing (reading?) what I just said. I know the whole world just split into 2 groups of people who say either "AI yay!" or "AI nay!". Because, well, you see, human beings really enjoy disagreeing with each other, so there always has to be a reason (says I, cynically). My experience with AI is fairly limited as of now, but as a computer nerd - and a wife of yet another one computer nerd, for the full picture - the new technology mesmerizes me. I was shocked when ChatGPT named me the game I had trouble remembering the title of simply by my extremely vague (and partially wrong!) description - and it did it right off the bat, from the first try. I was utterly mind-blown. We've already heard a lot about AIs ruining the artists' works and yada yada, and we're not gonna touch this topic right now. But since AIs are capable of manipulation with the visual material, then why not teach it to automate the rather tedious processes in creating art while still keeping the essential "human" involvement intact? I would definitely use some nice program to automate the "select and fill, rinse and repeat" part of my work on Chapter 5 and potentially all the future chapters. An algorithm that would recognize the characters by their facial/bodily features and automatically colour them according to the colour scheme I created earlier (so, no random green hair if the character is blond, and no brown eyes if the eye colour must be blue, for example). Or something along the lines of that. Dammit, that would really make the work of the human artists so much faster whenever needed! I vote for this! I will hope from now on that somebody makes me a Krita extension with such a functionality now 😁

Deary me! I can't believe this actually happened! Sorta!.. I think this might be potentially the shortest blog post that I've written IN YEARS!.. Wowza! Apparently I can do that when I'm not trying, haha (but isn't it always this way?..😑 come to think of it, shopping works this way, too: when you're looking for something specific, you can never find it anywhere around!)

Sorry, no gifs today (aside from the funny dog one above). Moreover, when I looked into my screenshots folder, I have discovered that I did not take any this time while I've been working on the colouring like mad. This is sad, perhaps... So let me fix this! Here's a random screenshot that is very difficult to unsee, and it makes me super, super happy - especially considering what's actually happening in the story while Lothar is so... high? (would that be the right word in this situation? 🤔 man, sharing screenshots of random panels from the comic out of context is fairly odd)

... And now, I disappear into my little and comfy tree hollow, ruffling my feathers, so that I could work more on Chapter 5. Gotta make it stellar, after all! So I need more time in my tree hollow! Silky smooth! (ok, I start to get carried away associatively, so I better stop. Bye! See you soon in the next update!.. ah daaaaw, the next blog post! 👋)

#TimeAndAgainbyDWF #This Week In Time And Again #graphic novel

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hello love! i’m back hehe, kind of exhausted but very glad i made it through this week…initially i thought only wednesday would be a busy day but somehow everything got super overwhelming super fast…must be the exam season :/ but other than that i’m doing okay! i’m really sorry to hear you got sick with the flu and i hope you’ll feel better soon!! please make sure you drink some water/tea and get enough rest!! <3 now: moving on to replying to your message from monday, sorry!

well, i hope it did cheer you up a bit, that would make me very happy :) i actually had a headache for the past few days as well so i know it sucksss!! :/

hmm okay! i just wanted you to know that you had your part in it!! :) whenever you want to share some of them i’d be very happy to see them! i’m always kinda jealous of everyone that has dogs or cats because i always wanted one but my parents just said no :(( i can work with your suggestions! i enjoy listening to music a lot and i also play a few instruments so i guess that’s something i can do? i also love taking showers (that turn into concerts real quick haha) and napping of course! oh and maybe i can start working out a bit again? i’ve not done anything sports related in the past 2 years i think and before that i was training like 4 to 5 days a week haha :‘) hmm i think now that you’re not feeling well i should be taking care of you! but once you’re doing better i’ll just take you home with me hehe :))

it’s not as bad anymore as it was the past weeks but i’m still gonna have to have some blood work done, so yeah…not looking forward to that, still very scared of needles haha :// i think life would get a lot easier if we could find definitive answers to these questions…i do have thoughts about this but i don’t think i can put it into words right now because my brain is not doing a good job at translating them into english today haha :)) ugh that does sound awful! i’m glad it got better with time though! for me it’s always the worst when you meet new people through some of your friends or something and they wanna do like the hello-hug?? no thank you! kindly get away from me dude! :)) but also i don’t wanna seem like i’m being rude or a total weirdo so usually i just get it over with? idk it just makes me very uncomfortable! hehe alright! it’s a date! i’ll see you then! ;)

mhm, you just get creative and let me know and i’ll see what i can do :*

yeah i think you’re right, like what you were saying does make a lot of sense to me and when i think back on some of the cooler moments i got to experience in life there was a lot of discomfort involved! but to be honest i do enjoy being comfortable very much haha…which is probably the root of a lot of problems :)) maybe you’ll just have to teach me how to introduce some discomfort into my life haha :) actually used your strategy today to remember that putting on a coat in front of people is, in fact, not embarrassing! :) i can hardly believe that but still: thank you! and YOURE AWESOME!!!

i won’t tell a soul, i promise! (just had to think back to that one scene in wednesday when larissa says “you won’t tell a soul miss addams” and the DESK CRAWL and OH MY GOD I AM REMINDED ONCE AGAIN HOW GAY I AM AKLDKSSJHS *DIES*) anyways, i feel honoured :) and i’m super excited that i’ll receive my one (1) bigolgay so very soon ;)

this is very relatable…i always tried to change on the toilets in these private stalls so i could have at least some privacy haha :)) THEY DID and they were so ugly and i don’t think they were cleaned regularly, i’m just glad i never had to wear them because just no! but the others that had to…i think they’ll remember for the rest of their life… yes, nosy is the correct word i think! but you know you’ll get used to it and when you’re in the situation you basically don’t care haha, it’s just when you think about it later that you’ll think “oh, that was not nice” :// oh no, that situation has every right to be super embarrassing, very simple instructions and a very stupid person doing the exact opposite. but i survived so yay! i WISH i had some kind of secret ability like being a shapeshifter but i’ll have to disappoint you here :/ THIS! ALL OF THIS!! like the heavy breathing when i’m on my bike??? you best believe i’m holding my breath when i pass someone! and yesss the little jog you do, especially when it’s not your turn to cross the road but the driver’s like waving you to go ahead?? embarrassing!! oh and i especially hate how your throat and stomach decide to make noises when it’s just super quiet? like during exams and stuff?? and i get the standing thing, i don’t think i experience it as badly as you do but i for example never know what to do with my hands, when i stand, when i sit down, when i lie down…basically when i exist in any capacity :)) i enjoyed it greatly and i’m glad we experience the same feelings in the same situations haha :)

you’re so wonderful you know that? i’ll be here to tell you that your brain is being mean to you whenever you need it as well! <33

i’m almost falling asleep typing this so i’ll head to bed now i guess, sleep well and sweet dreams! :)

Hey cutie! I’m feeling very not good so I’m doing what I did last time and replying to you to hopefully make myself feel less shit, because it worked wonders last time😌

Well done for making it through the week! You did so well darling. I’m sorry it’s been so busy though, and I hope it calms down soon. Exam season is always gonna be rough, you have my utmost sympathy. Yeah, I be flu ridden as heck. I am doing my very best to keep my body hydrated but it seems dead set on removing it from my body every chance it gets lmao🥲. Don’t apologise! Take your time, don’t reply to me unless you feel it’s something that you want and are able to do! I can wait, you come first sweetheart🫶🏼

It did cheer me up! I’m sorry you also had a headache. They’re the worst😑

Hehe well I’m glad I could help in some capacity then🫶🏼I have… oh so many animals, so I shall share them with you frequently! Rn I’m at my nans and she’s only got 2 dogs, but when I get home I’ll be more equipped with pictures🤣but here’s Milo!

And my nan also has a dog called Murphy but idk where he is rn. That’s so sad☹️☹️I don’t understand how people can not want some sort of pet?? Baffles me. Ooooooo what instruments do you play??? That’s so cool. People who play instruments amaze me🤭so sososo cool. But yes! All of those are definitely things you can do! As long as they’re things that you enjoy and don’t feel like a chore! Honestly? Would not complain about being taken care of rn, I feel so shit🥲😂but yes, as soon as I’m better I’ll be at your service and taking care of you😌🫡

Oh getting bloods done is always fun (sarcasm). And I’m not even particularly scared of needles, so it must be hell for you☹️. Oh it’d definitely be so much easier to exist if we understood and had answers, but we don’t, so we just have to do our best I guess! Hehe that’s alright sweetheart, I cannot fathom how hard it is to translate your thoughts into another language??? I can barely get my thoughts down at all, and I don’t need to worry about translating them!🫣oh the hello hug… yes I’m familiar. It’s always so awkward. I don’t tend to hug upon first meetings, unless the other person is going in for a hug. But I don’t mind it either way. Like I’d probably prefer not hugging, but if it happens then… eh it’s cool🤷but then again I’m touch starved so physical affection from anyone is welcomed🤣. Well if you’re not comfortable doing something it wouldn’t make you rude or weird turning it down, but I know that turning down that hug might be even more awkward than the hug itself? But either way, not rude or a weirdo! Hehe very much looking forward to our nap date🤭

I mean of course being comfortable is the ideal, but I guess you’ve gotta learn to be comfortable with the uncomfortable? At least to some degree? Acceptance of it maybe? Well, I’m also learning how to welcome the uncomfortable stuff in life more, it’s hard but I guess it just takes time. But we can learn together! I dunno how, but we’ll figure it out🤣. Hehe I’m glad it worked! That’s a good one btw, why is putting on a coat so embarrassing??? Makes no sense🤣. Hehehehe THANK YOU😘

Hehe thank you😉AND YES OMG. That desk crawl is on my mind far too often oh my gawd🤭she is… oh wow. I’m so gay hehehehe. Hm might have to rewatch that scene… for research purposes of course… no other reason😁. Well, your bigolgay delivery is excited to arrive to you too🤭

Oh my god, I WISH I could’ve changed in the bathroom cubicles, but they were always full😑but in my last year of high school I just kind of… didn’t care anymore? I think year 11 I had an epiphany that, hey maybe I don’t hate my body as much anymore? It was still awkward getting changed in there (especially because I was an out lesbian and I was always scared I’d be accused of looking at the girls changing😑) but less so I think? Only once did I have to wear clothes that the school gave me and it was because I… I am not the most graceful creature and on my way back to school from lunch I slipped down a muddy hill and I was COVERED. It was funny but I was freezing. The trousers they gave me did not fit and I had to keep pulling them up and the top smelled like feet🤣. Ugh I just think it’d safe the person who’s fainted a lot of embarrassment if people learnt to mind their own business🤦. You’re doing it again😑stop being mean to yourself, you’re not stupid. Not at all. Everyone misinterprets instructions sometimes, it doesn’t make you stupid. I cannot comprehend verbal instructions for the life of me, it takes me hearing the instructions like… 2-3 times before it properly goes in, does that make me stupid? (🤨). Even if instructions are technically super simple, they sometimes just don’t sit in your brain properly, especially on the first try. AND when you consider that you were in an environment where you were probably already feeling anxious anyway, mishearing or misunderstanding directions is more than understandable. So tell your brain to stop being mean to you. And disappoint me? You? Lol, that’s never gonna happen. As cool as being a shapeshifter would be, you’re awesome enough as is😌. Hehehe I’m so glad these are shared experiences, they’re so random and silly🤣bellies and throats always pick the worst moments to start making noises. I think they’ve got to do it on purpose or something just for a laugh😑😂. EXISTING IS SO WEIRD. I also don’t know how to stand if I’ve got a drink in my hand?? Standing is weird. And I’m totally with you on not knowing what to do with my hands when I’m lying down?? Where they go???

I… thank you for thinking so🫣you’re wonderful too😌❤️and thank you, I’ll let you know if my brain is ever feeling particularly mean😌

Sorry this took a while! Very not feeling great unfortunately. I hope you’re having a good day and you slept well last night❤️

#a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!

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cuntcareless · 2 years

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Big sad diary

14/06 - 4 days post breakup

16:10 - did sleep last night for the first time. Strangely it was in our bed. Haven’t cried yet today. First time and 4 days after. However big wave of sad has hit again. Still haven’t actually eaten.

18:12 - ate some chilli. Trying to no cry. Want to go home and for you to be waiting for me.

19:02 - cried all the way home.

21:27 - half way between wanting you back and wanting hot girl summer x

23:59 - I hate you how could you do this to me.

15/06 - day 5

7:34 - very tired

14:02 - haven’t cried, don’t feel like crying. Still sad but very much less sad, being dragged to brunch on Saturday and garnett is coming to see me. Still haven’t heard from jack.

15:01 - and now I’m straight back to missing you. I know I probably need to eat something because I feel very weak, I must eat tea tonight.

15:39 - we can sort this out man

22:24 - felt fine. But now I’ve text you and you haven’t text back. I feel like shit.

16/06 day 6

13:01 - I text you last night to told you Lauren and gaz don’t want the house and to not wait. But you still haven’t replied. Why are you stalling. If this is what you want you need to cut me free.

15:56 - just come home we can work this out

17/06 day 7

23:27 - we spoke on the phone yesterday. You sent the message to the estate agent. Today I felt less sad, I’ve eaten 3 meals.

We spoke again today on the phone. It was normal and adult and nice dare I say.

Jess wants to hot girl summer too but I don’t think she should. But I want her to.

Went to Lilly’s mum and dads. Felt fine. Felt like I had closure.

Had some wine and started to miss you. Or did I miss having someone to come home to. Text you when I got out of the taxi. Accidentally left the light on in the bedroom so thought you might be there. But I knew that if you was. You would have been in bed with the light off.

Oh god. I’m done with the waves now.

19/06 day 9.

7:58 - Went to brunch yesterday. I did feel better. But then I felt sad again. I don’t want to start all over again.

Haven’t texted you. I managed to leave it and not text you when I was drunk. I did put

Some pictures up of me feeling my self, but I wanted you to see them.

I’m at my mum and dads today and I don’t want to move back. I want you to come home.

20:32 - I archived my insta posts. And changed my profile picture and it fucked killed me to do it. But I couldn’t keep looking at us. At you. It hurts too much and fuck I think this is actually happening isn’t it.

22:24 - your dad care reacted my profile picture and I sobbed in the bath. You haven’t viewed my stories or liked my photos or been active on messenger for 10 hours. My heart actually hurts.

20/06 - day 10

00:28 it hurts.

21/06 - day 11

11:36 - I’m crying. I can’t do this. I need you to come home.

21:53 - I think I cried because I spoke to your dad. We spoke again today and it was pretty normal. I really don’t want you to hate me. Actually I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t want to hate you.

I will probably be ok. But it’s when I get late and you aren’t home and I have no one to talk to it kills me.

Day 13

00:34 - Parker must know because he has just liked my profile picture and tried to follow my private insta lol. Deleted him off Facebook and deleted the follow requested. He can fuck right off weirdo.

Oh and he also liked my instagra picture on my normal account

28 days after breakup: 1:44am

It’s been a while. I don’t know what to say to you most of the time to be honest. Most days for most of the day. I feel fine. And sometimes I don’t think about jack at all. My friends are always the best and trying to make me happy. And I am for the most part. But the other part feels like you’ve died. Nearly 6 years of my life have been about us. About jack. And I can’t sleep without him. It’s weird. I had a good weekend this weekend. Made so much progress. But I got sun burn on my back. And all night I have just been sad. Thinking about jack not being here to run after sun in my back. It’s warm. Too warm to sleep. And we used to stay up and chat shit. Or I used to chat shit to you. I mainly wonder what you are doing. If you think about me too. If you miss me. Wild.

Before you I couldn’t sleep and now after you I can’t sleep either. I think it was you that made me sleep.

Day 36: 22:31

It’s even warmer than last time. I had a great couple of days for Lauren’s grad. But you left the light on in the kitchen. And you told me to make sure to drink water whilst drinking in this heat. I took your advice. But you didn’t get me from the train station. And you never will again. I miss my jack. I miss being too hot to sleep and chatting shit.

I’ve got to move all my stuff and pack up and I don’t even know if I have the time or strength to do that. Why did you do this jack. Why.

I honestly never think anyone will accept me and love me for who I truly am.

I thought you did. But I guess you didn’t love me at all.

Day 42 -23:56

We had sex. Flipped a coin heads use our heads tails we get tail. We got tail. However not sure it was worth it for me. Dint regret it tho

Moved almost everything into my mum and dads house and have been cleaning the house.

Going to get some paint samples from b&q tomorrow hopefully can paint when the fam are on holiday.

Have a migraine but should be fine x

Day 45 - 22:39

We’ve nearly finished the house. Came home mum is wankered. She fell off the edge of the sofa and hit her head off the wall. Home sweet home.

Oh and we had sex again yesterday but not today. Sad I didn’t get to the finish the condoms.

68 days - 16/08 - 2:20

My parents hate me already. I thought I had done everything right. And it was going to be ok. I started smiling again. I started feeling ok. I was a car you would love, and it made me miss you I for the first time in forever.

My dad started screaming at Louis at 1am. And passively mentioned me. Now it’s 2am and I’m probably having a panic attack.

I really don’t know if I can do this without you. I don’t think I can do this at all. Do you think I would die if I jumped out of the window? I can’t do that.

It would traumatise Meredith.

Fuck. I hate my self. I hate it all.

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meltwonu · 3 years

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✦ 👻 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ SIMON SAYS ✧

this chapter pairing; yandere!dino x idol!reader

genre&warnings; yandere!au, dom!dino, stylist!dino, idol!reader, dirty talk, degradation, name calling, possessive behaviours, ‼️‼️somnophilia‼️‼️, fingering, marking, implied character death.

notes; Oh baby where do I start kdfhkdf ☠️ Uhm not gonna lie, something I wanted to toy with for a while now but wasn’t sure if wanted to but ☠️ we are here now and I just want yall to know that I would 100000% nut very hard if Chan ever did this to me so 😗✌️ reserving my place in hell as per usual kjhkjhk 😭 also I got food poisoning so it’s been a rough 30-some hours I've been puking my existence out so thats def haunted as hell KJHDKJ LOL ANYWAY enjoy ch 8! I love you and have a good rest of your day! I’ll see you tomorrow! 🥳👻

word count; ~2500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - x - x - x - x - x

love is still a mystery to me but,

watch me move when I hear his name.

and I don't wanna talk about it right now-

i'd rather keep my visions to myself.

everybody wants to block my man out,

but he's the only one that's gonna help.

“Did Chan tell you that you couldn’t go to the company Halloween party… Again? This is the third year already, isn’t it?”

Your manager sits across from you - brows furrowed as you smile sheepishly.

“I know, Seungkwan. But he made plans for us already and you know I can’t say no… Our time together is important to us when we’re not working. You know how it is, right?”

The suited male sighs as he nods. “I understand. It just would’ve been fun to see you guys at the party, y’know? You’re one of our biggest idols and the fans never get any photos of you in cute costumes anymore.”

The two of you share a laugh as he slides over your schedule for the next week.

“Which is exactly why I scheduled a fansign event for you this time!”

Seungkwan grins, “Just a small one, right before Halloween. You can have Chan pick a costume for you and you can interact with your fans and get some nice photos! Give everyone a chance to see you wearing something that isn’t your stage outfits, okay?”

You hum as you go over the schedule - noting the music shows lined up right before the fansign and then your days off for the Halloween weekend.

“I’ll go over it with Chan while I’m getting ready tomorrow for the pre-rec. I’m sure he can find something good for me.”

“A costume? For what?”

Chan’s hands roam your body as he gets you dressed for the music program - turning and twisting for him as he adjusts the stage outfit to fit your body better.

“Did Seungkwan not give you my schedule? I have a fansign at the end of the week before our weekend off together… He wanted it to be Halloween-y so he said I should wear a costume and be cute!”

You smile at Chan who shoots you a concerned smile. “What if there’s weirdos there, baby? I don’t want them to look at you… like how I look at you. You know I don’ like that.”

“Chan… Pleeeease. It’s just one time! It doesn’t have to be super revealing either, just--y’know, something cute. I’m tired of wearing my stage outfits to fansigns...”

Pouting up at him, he can’t resist the way you give him puppy eyes and despite him wanting to say no, he nods.

“Fine, fine, fine. But just this once, okay? Anything weird happens and it’s never happening again.”

And when the day comes, Chan can’t help but dread it the entire time he’s helping you into the maid costume; unenthusiastically zipping the dress up as you squeal.

“This is so cute! Oh, Chan, I love it so much! Thank you, it’s perfect!”

You kiss him on the cheek gently as he sighs and nods - as long as you were happy he would bear it.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now hold still, I need to fix the rest of the outfit before I send you out there.”

“Thank you so much for coming! It was nice meeting you!”

You smile and wave off a fan as they walk off stage; immediately greeting the next one that approaches you when it’s their turn.

“Hi, thank you so much for--Oh! It’s you! Hi again!” You grin widely at the fan as you recognize him - his own smile matching yours as he sets his album down in front of you.

“You remember me?!” He asks enthusiastically.

“Of course! It’s Vernon, right? You were at my last fansign too! The one from last month? I remember you! How are your uni classes going?”

Vernon can’t help but blush; palms sweaty as he stumbles over his words when he talks to you.

And Chan watches from the side between the curtains - eyes burning with fire and jaw clenched tight as he watches you reach over the table and pet Vernon’s hair softly.

Why do you do that? He asks himself.

Why do you give him so much extra work to do?

“Man, I’m exhausted…” You moan; slumping into the chair as Chan steps behind you.

There’d been only 50 fans but you made sure to stay a little longer than usual to make the time more special for everyone as you conversed and played games with them.

“Oh I bet, baby. You had such a long day today, I’m so proud of you~” He sings-songs - hands on your shoulders as he starts to massage them.

“Oh, that--that feels so gooooood…”

You melt under his touch; soft sighs leaving your lips as his hands travel down your chest and then further until they're ghosting the hem of your skirt.

“You wanna feel even better, sweetheart?”

“A-ah, Chan, maybe n-not here… Someone might--mmph!”

He reaches under your skirt until his fingertips are teasing you through your panties - your eyes immediately flitting to the mirror in front of you as you watch Chan touch you through the glass.

There was something about the way his hand was lost between the tulle and lace of your dress that has you moaning and craving more - but the bigger part of you knew it was not the time or place.

“Chan, C--Chan, someone m-might walk in… W-we should, ah, stop...” Whimpering, you place your hand on his forearm as he chuckles and nuzzles your neck.

“What’s so wrong with that, huh? Scared they’re gonna see their favorite girl getting her cunt fingered by her boyfriend while she wears this cute ‘lil maid costume? Or maybe I can make you watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you from behind, hmm? You can go out there and greet them one last time with my cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt and staining the inside of your dress.”

A shiver rolls down your spine at his words and for a second, you’re grinding against his fingers that are poking and prodding you through the lacy panties.

But you hear the doorknob rattling and you’re quick to tug Chan’s hand away before you’re standing a foot away and breathing harshly.

And not a second later does the door open and reveal a slew of other staff who immediately fill up the empty space to clean up and go home for the night.

That’s okay, Chan tells himself, I have other work to do tonight anyway.

The next few days you intentionally take off for Halloween and for some self-care days with Chan - making sure that he had a spare key to your apartment to let himself in when he was ready to come over.

And the tiredness eventually takes its toll on you as you lay in bed waiting for him to slow up; eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself go into a dreamland instead.

“Mmnh… Chan…”

You dream about him often and this time it’s no different.

His warm body spooning your own from behind as his hands roam your body yet again.

“Ready to let me continue what I was doing before, sweetheart? Before we were interrupted?” He mumbles into your hair; his hand already slipping past the waistband of your shorts as you moan. “P-please… I wanna feel your fingers inside of me…”

He grins when he feels your soaked panties and the sleepiness in your voice lets him know that as far as you knew - you were still dreaming.

“Yeah? Want me to finger your pretty ‘lil cunt before I fuck it with my cock?”

You moan sleepily - thoroughly enjoying the dream you thought you were having when Chan’s fingers are gliding through your wet folds and teasing your clit.

“I--I want it, hurry… Mmnh, haven’t h-had time to do this l-lately…”

He slowly sinks his digits into your pussy as you let out an airy moan; walls clenching around them tightly as he starts to thrust them in and out.

“I would’ve if you let me, sweetheart. I would’ve fucked you right in that dressing room like the good ‘lil whore you are for me.”

Chan places his thumb on your clit and slowly rubs soft circles on it in time with his thrusts that have you whining and whimpering his name in return.

“Ngh, w-we would’ve gotten, ah, caught though… I d-didn’t wanna get in--in trouble…”

He curls his fingers right into your sweet spot as you mewl and arch away from his chest - already feeling close to an orgasm.

“Your body is so sensitive from not being touched in so long, sweetheart~ Don’t you ever play with yourself like this without me?” He teases.

“N-no…”

“No? Why’s that?”

You beg him to go faster; his touch feeling so real to your sleepy mind as your walls tighten even more around his fingers.

“It’s--it’s not the s-same, a-ah, I--my f-fingers aren’t as b-big as yours and, ngh, only y-you get me to c-cum this good…”

Chan doesn’t respond and instead flicks his wrist harder as he gets you to cum on his fingers.

And it’s not until your orgasm is cresting that you realize it’s not a dream but reality.

“O-oh, Chan!”

Your toes are curling and your manicured nails are digging into his forearm as he fingers you through your actual orgasm - quiet sobs on your lips from the intensity of it.

“Finally awake now, huh, sweetheart? You sounded so cute and sleepy thinking you were having a wet dream of me fingering your pretty ‘lil cunt. How nice that it was actually an orgasm, huh? Now I can’t wait to feel your tight ‘lil cunt around my cock.”

He laughs teasingly as you ride out the pleasure; only halting his movements when you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“H-how, ngh, how long w-were you…?”

“Oh, not that long, sweetheart~ Just when you started moaning my name.”

Your cheeks are burning as you calm yourself down - a rush of wetness soaking your already wet panties as Chan starts to tug your shorts down with them.

“Now that you’re not dreaming, how about I give you the real thing, hmm? My cock is already so hard, sweetheart~ It was taking everything inside me to not fuck you earlier.”

“L-like this?” You whisper; eyes peering into the darkness as he puts a little bit of space between your bodies to tug himself out of his sweats.

“Mmhmm… Haven’t fucked you in this position in a long time~”

Chan lifts your leg slightly and hooks it over his own - his cock sliding through your folds from behind as the head of it nudges your clit.

“Mmnh, C--Chan… m-my pussy needs y-your cock, a-ah, so bad… Please…”

“Such a needy ‘lil cockslut, aren’t you?” He sneers; right before he positions his cock at your entrance and bottoms out in a singular thrust.

“F-fuck! Chan!”

The stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the way his cock curves right into your g-spot has your toes curling when he starts a moderately quick pace.

“How would your fans feel, hmm? If they found out that you were really just a needy ‘lil cockwhore for me? Hah, imagine their faces if they ever saw me with my cock balls deep inside this filthy cunt of yours - cum spilling out of you after I’ve already filled you up to the brim with it.”

Chan kisses your clothed shoulder as he rocks his hips into you from behind.

“You know they have all sorts of anonymous message boards these days… And I was thinking that we should post pictures sometime. We’ll cover our faces of course but, ah, I think they’d like the content, don’t you? Your body is so pretty, sweetheart~ Just like the rest of you~ And I’m sure they’d love to see how good you get fucked by me too. Some of your fans would get to see all of you~”

You let out a choked moan as he starts to double his pace and you feel your walls clamping down onto his shaft as you feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm.

“Fuh--fuck… Mmnh, that’d be--be so, ah, hot…” You moan, “Pictures of m-my pussy leaking with y-your cum…”

You let out a mewl as Chan lifts your leg higher to give himself more room to pound your cunt.

“You really are my filthy ‘lil slut, huh? You pretend to be so cute in front of your fans but look at you~ Wanting everyone to see your dripping ‘lil hole after I’ve fucked it. So fuckin’ filthy.” Chan growls.

You can feel his cock throbbing as his thrusts become erratic and you reach a hand down as you shakily rub circles around your clit.

“C-cum with m-me, Chan… Wanna f-feel you spilling all, ngh, y-your cum inside me…”

He smirks against your shoulder before you feel his lips on your neck kissing you softly - your breath hitching when you start to feel him sucking and biting on the skin.

“W-wait, d--don’t… C--Chan, don’t, a-ah, leave m-marks there…” You whimper.

But Chan doesn’t let up - instead sucking and biting harder onto the column of your throat as you let out a cry and cum around his cock

“Fuh--fuck! ‘M cumming…!”

You cry out and add pressure to your touches; rubbing your clit as harsh as Chan would as he chuckles against your skin.

“Don’t you remember, baby? I’m your stylist, aren’t I? I can cover everything up.”

Your walls flutter around his cock and Chan can’t hold back any longer; his cock throbbing as he give into the pleasure and cums inside your warm cunt.

“Be a good ‘lil slut and don’t let a drop spill, okay? I’ll have to punish you if you make a mess~ You know how much I hate cleaning up messes~”

You clamp down harder onto his shaft as you ride out the bliss that pours over you - but it’s the second your start to come down from your high do you notice the pile of stained clothes that Chan left by the door.

“Chan...”

He kisses your shoulders a few more times; the soft gesture making you bite your bottom lip just as he starts to slow down his movements.

On any normal day, you wouldn’t have thought twice about the pile of clothes - Chan being the type to keep any of your stage outfits he knew you’d like.

But something about the way they were stained is what made you even more curious.

“Mm?”

You try to focus your eyes in the darkness; hazy eyes trying to make out more of the shapes.

Telling yourself that the stains on the unfamiliar clothes didn’t look just like blood.

“That’s--that’s just... a stage outfit, right...? Did you take them from the company building...?”

And Chan sighs, kicking himself mentally.

He thought he’d have time to get rid of those before you’d noticed but he’d admittedly gotten distracted when he heard you moaning out his name in your sleep.

It’s okay, Chan thinks.

I can cover up anything.

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Hi, love your metas and your fic. I think you mentioned somwhere that at the end of BD Aro was trying to prevent the fight. What were his motives? According to Edward, the Volturi are cowards, but I didn't get this feeling. Caius was begging for a battle, the guard vocally proclaimed willingness to die for the cause... hell, Jane had to be restrained from running to Bella and punching her in the throat. And I find it unlikely that their leader is less brave than them. Explain Aro's brain pls

Thank you so much! That’s really nice of you to say. And sorry for the late answer.

And explain Aro’s brain, whew. That is a very big question with a very long answer and this post will be a manifesto by the time I’m done. But you wanted Aro’s brain explained so manifesto it is.

So, before we go anywhere I have to make the distinction between Aro of the books and Aro of the movies. Those two are different people.

Starting with appearance, because casting does a lot for me and if a big deviation is made it better be like Ruth Wilson as Marisa Coulter, which is to say it better fit the character. Also, disclaimer, I think most of Twilight was miscast, and especially the Volturi. I’m forever dying at Caius looking like Lucius Malfoy. However, this is an Aro post, so we’re highlighting Aro.

Aro of the books is a twenty-something Greek with skin that has petrified and eyes covered in a milky sort of film, which totals to him looking perfect, as all vampires do, yet frail. When he walks it looks like he’s gliding. This is an otherworldly, ancient, inhuman being. He’s energetic and excitable, yes, but if anything that should add to how very other he is. Casting Michael Sheen is a clear signal that the movies were going in a completely different direction with Aro. Sheen is a great actor who played what he was given perfectly, but what he was given was a very different character.

In New Moon the book, Aro first rejects Edward request because this is Carlisle’s gifted son, and more, this is not what the Volturi do. They are not hitmen. It’s just a big no all around.

Bella enters, and the Aro she meets is a very polite and gracious man who’s delighted to see the human still alive, and pleased Carlisle’s son won’t be suicidal anymore. However, Edward fully intended to step into the sunlight in the middle of Volterra, specifically to provoke the Volturi, and he has broken the law with Bella. Further, Edward makes it clear that he fully intends to walk out of Volterra with his human still human, and that she’ll die of old age if he gets his way. Edward’s contempt of the law could not be more clear. However, Alice shows Aro that Bella’s fate is sealed, she turns or she dies. The law will be upheld. Aro is glad to hear it, and lets the Cullens all go home.

All in all, it’s a very tense occasion where Edward has put Aro in a difficult position, because he’s trying to force him to kill his best friend’s son, and Aro goes “YES THANK GOD” when Alice finally gives him an out.

New Moon of the movies was not this. Starting with the flashback (because I’m being thorough), Aro executes a lowly criminal himself. I object to that, I think that’s a menial task and Aro doing it himself made the Volturi look less regal, not more. Cut to the present day, Aro rejects Edward’s request because he doesn’t want to waste his gift. We get the whole meeting with Bella, and Aro… well I don’t know why he does any of the things he does. This guy never mentions his friendship to Carlisle, tries to kill our plucky heroes three times in the space of one minute (one, gives Felix the order to kill Bella, stopped by Edward. Two, moves to decapitate Edward, stopped by Bella. Three, he’s about to eat Bella, stopped by Alice), and when he lets them go it feels terribly convenient.

This was a guy written to be the villain of the series, and it showed.

Cut to Breaking Dawn part I’s ending scene, and while I love the song choice for the scene, and fully agree that Aro considers misspelling Carlisle’s name to be a capital offense, the scene itself… we are presented with a villainous, power-hungry megalomaniac who’s just waiting to strike against the Cullens.

We then get Breaking Dawn part II, and I haven’t seen that movie in years but I remember the fight scene well enough. Aro kills Carlisle with the biggest grin on his face, and gives the go-ahead to his Volturi to kill the surviving Cullens and their witnesses.

Contrast that with canon, where Aro’s first words to Carlisle are «Nothing would make me happier than preserving your life today». Now, he’s making it very clear that this meeting will most likely end with Carlisle’s death, but he’s not happy about it. He’s certainly not going to kill him with a smile on his face and laughter in his heart.

The movies needed a hammy villain, and that’s what Michael Sheen played. It is not who Aro is, at all. And he’s not the only character this happened to, but again, this is an Aro post so I’m not going to start raging like Don Corleone about what they did to my boys.

So, with the movies firmly expelled from the post, let’s look at the Twilight series from Aro’s point of view.

Or, rather, we’ll have to start earlier because Aro’s decisions throughout the series are pretty clearly motivated by Carlisle. And that means considering, “why is Carlisle so important, anyway?”

Consider these things: one, Aro is gifted with the power of knowing every single thought a person has ever had. He knows your soul. Two, Aro is the leader of the supernatural world, he has been for over a thousand years.

How many friends does a person with that power and in that position have?

Three, who does Aro even come into contact with?

Starting with number three, for Aro it’s going to be 1) criminals, 2) Volturi guard hopefuls, 3) Weirdos like Laurent who are wasting Aro’s time.

(“But what about the guard!” Well, while we observe close interpersonal relationships between Aro and Jane, and Aro and Renata, and one can assume Corin to be close to the wives, the distinction between Volturi coven and Volturi guard remains. The guards are servants, in some cases beloved servants, but servants nonetheless. It would be inappropriate and weird for Aro to start slumming it with Demetri and Felix)

So, Aro doesn’t get out much, which brings us to point two. The people he does meet, and who are willing to entertain a friendship with the Volturi leader, are going to be people who want something. And that might work for some rulers, Louis XIV built Versailles specifically to make his subjects do this for him, but he had something to gain politically from that. Aro does not, his power is supreme without a need to tolerate brown nosers. More, with his own and Marcus’ gifts, he’ll know right away that he’s being used for power. He would get nothing out of it.

Finally point one, Aro’s gift. Say that we have a vampire who’s not a weirdo and who thinks Aro’s a cool dude. Well, the question now is, who would ever want a person in their life who knows all there is to know about them? I wouldn't want anybody to know every thought I've ever had, I certainly would never seek out a person to know me that deeply when I could just go find normal people to be friends with instead. Not to mention how incredibly unequal such a friendship would be.

In short, I don’t think Aro has any friends.

Enter Carlisle a very amiable person who cherishes Aro for his personality, and doesn’t mind having his mind read. Aro just found a unicorn. Carlisle on his end likes Aro so much that he lives with him for decades. Even if you want to read their relationship as platonic, that’s still a very strong friendship.

Point being that Carlisle is unbelievably precious to Aro, and so very unique. Aro has lived for over three millennia, and never met anyone like this before. There won’t be another Carlisle.

This in turn makes him willing to stretch as far as he can to preserve that friendship and, as the plot thickens, keep Carlisle alive.

Fast forwards to 2006, and Aro is sitting in Volterra minding his own business when Carlisle’s son walks into town demanding his own execution. He has not committed any crimes. Not only is assisted suicide not something the Volturi even do, but this would ruin Aro’s friendship with Carlisle. Even if Carlisle was miraculously understanding of Aro killing his son (which I can’t imagine he would be), this would never leave the air between them. Carlisle could never be around him again after something like that.

So, Aro turns down Edward’s request. “Stupid Volturi man ruining my dramatic suicide, I’ll show him who’s boss!” Edward replies, and runs shirtless into the sunlight. I’m sure Aro was just dying, you had “The Sound of Silence” playing as he stared into nothingness because how is this happening to him. A whiplash of an hour later, Bella is alive again, Aro is happy, we can be done with this now, right? Right?!

No, Edward says, we cannot be done with this. He’s still refusing to turn Bella.

And so we get that whole New Moon exchange where Aro very tellingly shoves the part where Edward WALKED INTO THE SUNLIGHT IN VOLTERRA under the carpet and out of the conversation (for comparison: Irina is executed for false testimony and Bree for breaking a law she didn’t know existed), and he even allows Bella to leave human when he could easily have bitten her himself to keep the Cullens honest. This guy went out of his way to be lenient and show the Cullens good faith.

And then a few months later Irina walks into Volterra, bearing memories of what is unmistakably a Cullen immortal child.

Aro may care for Carlisle, but this is the guy who killed his baby sister so he’d still have Marcus’ gift. He will bend far, very far, for those he cares about, but he will not break. It’s duty above love, Volturi above Aro’s personal preferences. An immortal child is not an offense that can be tolerated, and so it’ll be Didyme 2: Aro Kills Someone He Loves Boogaloo.

By now I think it should be quite clear why I think Aro was trying to prevent the fight. Battle would have meant Carlisle’s certain death.

(And that’s even assuming the Volturi won the fight. With Bella there, there was a chance the Volturi wouldn’t prevail. But even before Bella started showing off, Aro was very much hoping this wouldn’t be another Didyme situation.)

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Part 4: Dean

words: 2,2k; rating: teen and up

summary:

Dean’s POV, since Cas is gone, then got back from the Empty.

Intentionally written as scattered thoughts.

Slowly, from grief, to the ending that they both deserve.

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1. What shapes me? Lines of my bones, enveloped within my skin, so tensed and fragile. The tremble of my hands in the morning, as I try but can’t find you next to me. My old clothes, my new clothes. Corners of my house. My car’s seat upholstery. Soft recoil of my revolver. Food on my plate. Blood in my arteries. My “yes”s and my “no”s and cracks in my voice, as I say so. - I’d drive. - Far away. From here, but where to? I’d watch the sun goes up and down, up and down, throwing it’s rays into side mirror. Lightening the road or leaving it in darkness, disturbed only by the headlights. I’d listen to the sound that air makes, sliced in half by the windshield. I’d listen to the purring of the engine under the hood, gratefully fed with gasoline. Too bad, it’s not clamorous enough. I’d pay dearly. With money, with time, that’s left. With anything. For something so loud, that could muffle my inaudible screams into nowhere. - I’d drive. But where to? - I don’t know where to. -

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2. I can’t drive alone. I keep seeing your gaze on my right. I see it, when I look into the rear view mirror too. Like you’re still here, around, waiting to say something. Or just sitting silently, pervading the air with the appeasement of your presence. Looking at me. How long will it take me to forget how your eyes looked like? How long will it take me to forget what you saw in me? How can I? Now, that I believe in everything you’ve said. - How warm your touch was. - How good does it feel to be “finally free”, remind me? I don’t like the price. -

3. I’d like some certainty, you know? To come to terms. But I keep thinking “If only..” I keep asking “What if..?” So many of those. Like there are other paths, and it all could’ve work out differently. They throw me back days ago, then months ago, then years. All my life, since the day I’ve met you. I keep searching for the answer, for the exact point, the moment, when I could’ve say something, do something. And you’d still be here.

“If”s are draining me. They are the lump in my throat, big and barbed. Sometimes it grows so big, it blocks the air from getting into my lungs. And in times like these I wonder, maybe I should just stop breathing at all? Still easier, than to accept your absence. - What if. What if. What if. - And you’d still be here. Here. -

4. Prayers never got me any good. Except of those, that were for you. But you can’t hear me now. You can’t hear at all. I know, it’s no use, I know it’s not possible, I know… I know. But I keep doing this, I keep begging. Not for a solace, not because of compassion. For fairness. Because. You took yourself away from me. It’s not fair, it’s so not fair. How could you do this to me? It’s not fair, can you hear me? It’s not fair! It’s not… - Come back to me. - Bring him back to me. - I don’t know if it is a prayer, I just repeat it over and over. Maybe I’m hoping these words will lose their meaning, if I’ll bounce them against every wall? Every wall of every empty room. I wander around them at night. You stood here, you smiled there, we had an argument, sitting in these chairs. And here, here you touched my shoulder. - Come back to me. Please, come back to me. -

5. How come, it’s been months already? I counted the seconds; they aimlessly wandered around, and then, having nothing else to do, gathered into minutes. It took more courage for minutes to gather in hours, but they did anyway. Hours slowly built up the days, and every seven days made it into a week. - I know, how time works. I’m just not sure, it works for me. - It’s not a straight line, I think. It’s more like a quagmire, and I’m drowning. I looked at myself in the mirror again this morning, as I do every day. I look closely, I check, I perceive. Hey, you’d be proud of me, you know? Little by little, I merge my usual “I” with your vision of me. Because this is the best way to remember you - to live by your last words. - I’d like to tell you, how YOU changed me. [ X ] -

6. Light is blinding me. Heart grew so big, it filled all of my chest, not sure, if there’s a place left to breathe in. Please, let it be real. Please. Please… Not another happy dream, that turns into nightmare, when I’m waking up. Please. - I see you. - Same room, same spot. You. Alive. Your hands are cold. You’re so weak, you can’t stand by yourself, you can’t even speak. But before you passed out, you looked at me. You looked at me, and I saw my own eyes reflect in yours. And that was enough to believe this is real. - I don’t remember… I… - Someone’s shaking my shoulder and saying my name over and over again. I’m sitting on the floor, holding you in my arms. My fingers hurt. I must’ve clutched them into your trench coat too tight. I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting like this. But yes… yes… Sam’s hand is on my shoulder and he’s right, his voice is very quiet, but he’s right. We should get you out of here. We should put you in bed. - I nod. I’m not sure I can speak. -

7. It’s so quiet. - You lay. You rest. You sleep. I’ll watch over you. It’s my turn now. The room is still. Only movement is your chest’s slow ups and downs, as you breathe. It’s just air, nothing more, right? How can the sound of air, filling the lungs, be the most soothing sound in the world? But it is. - It’s our air. We share it. - And I’m crying. I’m crying and I’m crying and I can’t stop. -

8. Sam came back from the store, I stand in the kitchen, taking out groceries and stuff out of the shopping bags. Among everything, I see he bought a super glue, I have no idea, what he needs this for. This is so stupid, this is so fucking stupid, it’s pathetic… but I can’t keep my eyes of it. “Use super glue to strongly bind 2 surfaces together”. I want to come into your room, I want to sit beside you, while you’re still sleeping. I want to smear that goddamn glue all over you, from head to toe, and put myself on top of you, as like I’m the other surface. “Assemble parts and hold together with pressure for 15 seconds or until set”, the directions say. Or, there’s gotta be sewing kit here somewhere? I want to thread a needle and sew you to me. With such large and strong stitches, I darned Sam’s pants like that when I was a kid, I know these stitches are reliable, believe me. Or use a duck tape. Or shove us both into the bottle and threw it away into the ocean. - It’s been two days and nine hours, since you’re back. Someday, I’ll be able to leave your room, leave you out of my sight, and don’t feel growing panic in my chest. - Someday, I’ll believe you’re back for good. For good. For ever. Not today. -

9. Your bare legs are sticking out of your robe. You are strong enough to walk around the bunker, and, of course, the first thing you did is get to the kitchen. Oh, you woke up hungry and just wanted to make yourself a sandwich, I see… You are not cold, but you are sitting on a chair, constantly adjusting this stupid robe, wrapping yourself in it tighter. You weirdo. You know who you remind me of? A cold little sparrow on a twig, who keeps on ruffling the feathers to keep warm. Those legs are sticking out… - I place a huge bowl of hot chicken soup in front of you. “Eat!” I say. “Or I’m gonna start feeding you with a spoon, I swear!” You mutter something dissatisfied about peanut butter and jelly under your nose, but I won’t even listen. "Eat!” I say. Seriously, you didn’t want to wake me up?? So nice of you! Next time consider my near heart attack, maybe? You look sorry and giving me those puppy eyes, and I swear I want to smile so bad. Not just smile, really. To laugh with my full chest, easy and warm. - You breathe. You sleep. Now you eat. Should I ask questions? You’re here. You’re okay. You’re getting better. - You’re getting better. -

10. Your hair smell of my shampoo. Your hair. Smell of my shampoo. Your clothes are my old ones, but they fit you so good. Soon, when you’re well enough, we’re gonna drive some place nice and buy you your own. It’s selfish, probably, but I want it to happen as late, as possible; not your recovery, of course, your new clothes, I mean. - You look mine in my clothes. - Your hair smell of my shampoo. I’ve realised it just now, when you fell asleep on my shoulder. I forgive you, we’ve seen this movie two times already, it’s okay. And I can pretend I’m still watching it, while shamelessly wander my eyes over you, curled in a ball, covered with soft plaid. - I dare to kiss the top of your head, I dare to cover your knuckles with my palm, carefully, not to wake you up. - You are so warm. -

11. Do I deserve you? - Do I? Your presence in my life. You. All of you. So pure, so perfect. So selfless. I’d say you are full of light, but it’s not quite so. Because you are the light. God, I’m so scared. It starts in my fingertips, they ache, like being pinned with needles. Needles get into my blood flow and make my whole body shiver. - It took me way too long to understand, but I see now… it’s not about you, it’s about me. I know, I know! I remember everything you’ve said. I remember how I tried to believe it, to understand, to accept, to let it all inside me and keep it there. Your simple truth, that I actually mean something. Mean so much. To you. Fucking everyday morning exercises. Look and repeat, look and repeat to self all over again, “you are loved, you are loved, you are loved…” until not scared of the meaning. But… is this enough? What you feel about me? What I feel about you? To deserve you? Do I deserve you, do I? Do I? I… - But you’re kissing me back. - And you shiver too. Are those my needles got into your veins or are those yours? Jesus, do you have the same idiotic thoughts in your head?? God, we are both so clumsy, so stupid, so fucking stupid! We were so dumb, we are both so dumb! We are… We… - WE. - And I’m kissing you. I’m kissing you. I deserve it. I deserve you. I do. -

12. To feel the pulse on your neck with my lips. To smile, when your stubble tickles my ribs. To hear your shuddered inhales right next to my temple. To hold you, closer than ever, and not be afraid to. - It’s something about the heat of your skin, that makes me feel belonged. Safe. -

13. - You told me, you want to grow old with me. -

14. It’s quite hot, but windy today. You rolled the window down, and fresh air immediately filled up the car. We’re driving back home from the grocery store. You’re texting to someone and smiling. Tell them “Hi” from me. We’re listening to the new mixtape you’ve made. It’s awful, by the way. 90’s? Seriously?? Oh, don’t hurt yourself rolling your eyes back. Ok…Okay! I’m shutting up! You’re taking two milkshakes out of the bag, one for you, one for me. We argue on who’s gonna cook today. We drive past the small tidy houses with green yards and gardens, talking over each one of those. Someday, soon, yeah, most likely. That one with blue shutters? Yeah, I like it too. - In between of shifting the gears, I hold your hand. I love you. - Days are like this. -

15. Hello, my name is Dean Winchester. White male, early forties’. I don’t try to recognize myself in a mirror anymore. I don’t ask questions. - I’m just here. - Yeah, there’s grey in my hair, quite a bit, but still. These are my arms, my shoulders, hands. I used to know my hands as lethal, strong and fast, and I’ve always thought, that’s enough for male hands. I mean… they are, yes. But now I’d add, they are full of care, also. Even gentle. They are good for so many things, I didn’t even realize they are so good. [ X ] - This is my face. Here are my freckles and there are my wrinkles. - This is my skin; I live in it.

- It finally fits me. -

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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension.

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are.

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year.

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to.

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.”

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.”

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips.

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?”

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement”

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine.

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