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Where We Start Again 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

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“This is my room.” Peter weakly gestured to his bedroom as you walked through his door. His eyes were immediately drawn to everything he needed to hide as you began to look around. He kicked a pair of boxers into the closet and threw a hoodie over the vials of web fluid on his desk. When he looked up at you, a smile dawned on his lips. You stood out in your mini skirt among his nerdy ambiance, but you didn’t look out of place. You noticed him staring and tucked your hair behind your ear nervously.

“What?” You asked, feeling a little self conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing. I just like looking at you.” His lips moved faster than his brain and he was defenseless to stop the words from coming out. Luckily, you found it sweet and gave him a small smile.

“Star Wars bedsheets?” You nodded towards his unmade bed where tiny green Yoda heads dotted his sheets.

“Those aren’t mine.” He scoffed playfully, watching as you took a seat on his bed. His throat tightened at the thought of your bare legs on his sheets. The skirt he’d fawned over so many times was on his bed right now, and he was beginning to panic.

“Uh huh.” You humored him and ran a hand over his pillow. “They’re very soft. You should thank whoever they belong to for taking care of them.”

“I have your laundry- oh! A female.” May was startled by your presence when she came to Peters open door. Peters eyes widened when he noticed she was holding a few pairs of his boxers in her hands and prayed you didn’t notice too. Unfortunate for Peter, you had manners and got up off his bed to shake Mays hand. You shoot Peter a look when your eyes fell on the pile.

“Hi Mrs. Parker. I’m Y/n.” You said politely as you shook her hand. May looked between you and Peter with a surprised expression.

“Y/n L/n?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, that me.” You told her. Peter looked up at the ceiling, silently cursing God for what was happening in front of him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Peters been telling me about you since freshman year. You’re the one with the skirt, right? Oh, you’re wearing it now.” She laughed spritely and handed Peter his boxers. “You were right, Peter. It is a nice skirt. And please, call me May.”

Peter knew a nail in the coffin when he saw one. There was no coming back from what May just said. You were gonna think he was a creep and your fake relationship would end before it began.

At least you sat on his bed, though.

“Thank you, May. It’s from H&M and I hear there’s a sale right now. It kinda matches your nails. They’re so pretty.” You told her and she looked down at her nail color. Peter did a double take between you and May. For some reason, you weren’t running out of his apartment in fear.

You were giving his Aunt shopping tips and nail compliments.

“Oh, wow. It does. And thank you. I just got them done but of course this one didn’t notice.” She gave Peter a pointed look before returning her attention to you. “I think I’ll go check it out. I’ll leave you kids to it.” She winked at Peter before closing the door.

Peter braced himself for an abrupt end to your newfound relationship as you turned around. Instead, you had your arms folded and a surprised smile on your face.

“Have you been talking to your aunt about me?” You put yourself hand over your heart like you couldn’t believe it. Peter opened his mouth to apologize, but decided against it when you didn’t show any signs of disdain.

“However did you know?” He replied sarcastically and got a laugh out of you. So you didn’t want apologies, he thought. You wanted humor. “I hope you know, you just witnessed the most embarrassing moment of my life.”

“Well if I know anything about women, she’s gonna be at H&M for a while. You don’t have to worry about her coming in here to embarrass you and drop off your Scooby Doo boxers.” You picked up a pair from the pile he was holding and dangled it in front of his face. He snatched them away from you and quickly stuffed them in his drawer.

“Give me those. They also aren’t mine.” He lied and you held up your hands in defense.

“I believe you.” You insisted and walked over to his LEGO Ferris Wheel. He joined you, standing next to you in silence for a moment as you admired it.

“Ruh roh.” You muttered and his head snapped to you.

“Hey.” He whined. You leaned into him as you laughed, making his breath hitched in his chest when you touched him

“I’m sorry. How does this thing work?” You returned your attention to the Ferris wheel. Peter took a moment to admire the wonder in your eyes as they trailed over the bricks. He pushed a button on the side and it began to move.

“Effervescent.” You said flatly at the anticlimactic way it worked. Peter watched you fondly as your eyes followed the LEGO man and woman in one of the carts.

“What made you want to come over?” He asked suddenly. “Do you have to do community service or something?”

“No.” You said like it was a crazy thought. “I wanted to hang out with you.”

Peter was taken aback by this answer and thought for sure you were lying. He looked at you skeptically as you watched the Ferris wheel.

“Why?” He asked. “And how has nothing you’ve seen so far made you want to stop hanging out with me? You know, the boxers, the bedsheets, the aunt.”

You leaned against his book self and looked down at your boots as you shrugged.

“The boys in our school show up hung over, smelling like mango juul pods and hotdog water. They sleep through class and pelt spit balls at each other at lunch. And I’m pretty sure half the football team hasn’t made the full transition from monkey to human yet.” You said as you kept your eyes down.

“These are all things I already know.” Peter said when you didn’t answer his question. You looked up at him and shrugged slightly.

“You show up in button downs and cute sweaters, smelling like apple shampoo. The one that can get in your eyes and won’t sting. You pay attention in class and build LEGO desk lamps for the science fair. And you give people your gogurt.” You said timidly. The corners of Peters mouth turned down as he fought a smile, as well as the urge to scream into a pillow.

“Well she packed me an extra one.” He reminded you and you rolled your eyes. You walked away from his bookshelf and over to where he had set the LEGO lamp down.

“Can I help you glue the legos down?” You changed the topic. “It’ll go faster with two people.”

“Sure.” He nodded and joined you at his desk. He took a vial of web fluid from under the hoodie and handed it to you. “Here.”

“What kind of glue is this?” You asked as you examined the vial.

“Oh, uh, I made it myself.” Peter stammered as he pulled up a chair for you. You gave him a grateful smile and took a seat.

“You made your own glue?” You asked him once he sat down next to you at the desk.

“Yes?”

“You’re incredible, Peter.” You shook your head and started glueing pieces down. “Out here making your own glue. Elmer’s is quaking.”

Peter took a moment to collect himself before he started glueing the pieces together. Everytime he thought he did something lame, you liked it. And not only that, you praised him for it. All the things that made him unpopular were the things you seemed to enjoy. He was curious about your intentions and could only hope they were good.

“The fair is this Friday, right?” You peered at him through your lashes as you focused on sticking a piece to the base.

“Yeah, right after school.” He replied, freezing momentarily when your pinky touched his.

“I’ll be there.” You said definitively. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you to see if you were joking, but you looked completely serious.

“You don’t have to. It’ll be really boring.” He said softly but you dismissed him.

“Then I’ll hang out by you the whole time.” YIU said simply. “What kind of fake girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t there to watch my boyfriend win the science fair?”

The tips of Peters ears turned pink when you called him your boyfriend. As much as he’d love to have you cheering him on at the science fair, he didn’t want to make you do something you didn’t want to do. He was about to insist that you didn’t have to go when he stopped himself. Something about all the impossible things that had happened today made him want to go against his normal behavior.

“It’s every boys dream to have his fake girlfriend watching him awkwardly tell judges about his science fair project.” He said instead of telling you you didn’t have to come. You seemed like you wanted to, and he’d love to have you there. Why not let it happen?

“I know, right? How’d you get so lucky?” You tossed your hair off your shoulder and winked at him. Peter has gone from never speaking to you to you winking at him three times in one day. You were right. How did he get so lucky?

“Are you sure about committing to this whole fake dating thing? If you’re at the science fair with me, more people are gonna know. It won’t just be between you and me and Flash anymore.” Peter warned you. You stopped glueing legos and looked at him.

“I am sure. I want to do this. It’s just until the dance right? I can dedicate two weeks of my life to mess with Flash.” You insisted as you put your hand on top of his. He tensed up so you quickly drew it away and cleared your throat. “We should probably come up with nicknames for each other to really sell it. What do you want to be called?”

Still recovering from the hand holding incident, his mind was blank.

“You pick.” He said blankly.

“Thank God. I thought you were gonna say “my lord” or some shit.” You laughed and went back to glueing. “How about baby? Nice and simple.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled shyly. He wasn’t even on your radar this morning and now you were calling him baby.

“What do you want to call me?” You asked. The hope in your eyes made Peter determined not to disappoint you.

“Daisy.” He said confidently. You raised your eyebrows at his quick response.

“You had that prepared.” You remarked and he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I see you drawing daisies on your notes all the time.” He admitted. “And then you color the center with yellow highlighter. It’s cute.”

“Good eye, baby.” You emphasized the pet name for effect.

“I just have a good view, daisy.” He did the same. You pulled your tongue between your teeth and giggled. The sight of it made Peters knees weaken as he glued on the final piece.

“You should give me one of your shirts or something so I can wear it to school.” You said as you got out of your chair. “Do you have anything that says your last name on the back?”

Peter got up from the desk and dug around in his closet for his decathlon hoodie. He made sure not to touch the area where his suit was hidden.

“Would this work?” He asked as he held it out to you. You traced your fingers over the bold white block letters and smiled.

“That’s perfect. And here.” You slipped your scrunchie off your wrist and gave it to him. “Wear this on your wrist. I wear it a lot so people will know it’s mine.”

Peter put it on his wrist and thought of all the times he’d seen you wearing it. He loved it when you wore your hair up. And down. He loved it all.

But so did the rest of his school.

Guilt bubbled in the pit of his tummy at the thought of what the fake relationship could do to your reputation.

“You really don’t have to do this, Y/n.” He said softly. “You’re committing social suicide.”

“That’s not a thing.” You stated as you tied his hoodie around your waist. “And I told you, I’m happy to do this. Flash needed to be put in his place. I always hear him picking on you over nothing.”

“Yeah. He’s a real piece of work.” Peter shoved his hands in his pockets and blew out a breath.

“You pronounce “dick head” funny.” You smirked. “Why do you let him get away with what he says to you? How do you resist the urge to punch him in the face?”

“He’s not worth.” Peter shrugged. “I want to get out of here and go to a good college. I’m kinda depending on scholarships and I hear schools prefer kids who don’t get into physical fights with other students.”

“Well you’re very patient.” You complimented him as you stepped closer. “I see him beating up on you all the time.”

“Are you stalking me?” He teased and you shoved his shoulder.

“Says the boy who tells his aunt about my mini skirts.” You shot back before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Touché.” He squinted at you. “You know, you could’ve just told him to back off. Now you’re stuck pretending to be my girlfriend.”

“Would you stop?” You pouted as you sat back down on his bed. “I don’t feel stuck. I think this is gonna be fun.”

“Not that I’m not enjoying looking at legos with you, but wouldn’t you rather be spending your time with your actual friends? Not your fake boyfriend?” He asked as he took a seat beside you. You took a rubix cube off his nightstand and toyed with it, solving it almost immediately.

“Wanna know a secret?” You asked him as you handed him the solved rubix cube.

“Tell me.” He urged.

“I hate those people.” You laughed sadly. “All of them. Everyone who cares more about what brand you’re wearing than how your day was. I don’t think I’ve ever had an intelligent conversation with any of my “friends”.”

“Then why do you hang out with them? And how was your day?” He added to make you laugh.

“It’s a lot better now.” You said as you drew your knees up to your chin. You had shed your boots at some point and Peter could see your mismatched socks. “And I hang out with them because they count on me to. I don’t know when I became the cult leader around here but now they don’t leave me alone. It’s like, you have to be at this party and you have to wear a dress by this brand unless you got it from this store because that’s cheap. And you must wear your hair this way and drink this alcohol and know this song. It’s exhausting. That glue smells like flint stones vitamins, by the way. It’s all over my hands.”

“I didn’t realize being popular was so trifling.” Peter replied as he reached for a bottle of web dissolver (disguised as hand sanitizer) on his desk and offered it to you. You held out your hands and he squirt some in.

“I know how it sounds.” You said lowly. “I know that people would kill to have my status. But no one in my circle is happy. They’re running on 10 shots of expresso and fake smiles.”

Peter took what you said into consideration as he watched the solemn expression on your face.

“Are you unhappy?” He realized. You had said no one in your circle was happy, and he worried that included you.

“Sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.” You admitted and his heart sank. “I know it looks like I have a lot of friends, but I don’t have a single one. Not one who cares about me or checks on how I’m doing, anyway. I would give up my dozens of fake friends for one real one.”

You kept your eyes down as you spoke to hide your emotions, but Peter couldn’t ignore it. He tried to redeem himself from earlier by putting his hand over yours.

“I care about you.” He promised. “And I may be your fake boyfriend, but I’m your real friend…friend.”

You gave Peter a half smile and flipped your hand so you were holding his instead of just under it.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve done something after school that I actually enjoyed.” You told him.

“We could hang out more, if you want.” He suggested, not thinking you’d actually say yes.

“Yeah, totally.” You agreed, much to his surprise. Your smile seemed different to him, more genuine.

“To convince Flash, I mean.” He added quickly. Your face faltered a little and you took your hand away from his.

“Right.” You gave him a tight smile. “Flash.”

“I need to talk to you.” Peter whispered harshly the next morning when he found Ned at his locker.

“Is this about you walking home with Y/n? Everyone’s talking about it. People are saying you took her to an alley and killed her.” Ned recanted the rumors he heard with excitement.

“What? I didn’t kill her.” Peter defended. “She wanted to come over to see my legos.”

“Oh wow. And I had Tia and Tamera over to bake me a loaf of bread.” Ned said seriously.

“I’m being serious, Ned.” Peter sighed. “Flash was making fun of me and she just-“

“Peter!”

As soon as Peter turned around, you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. He quickly wrapped an arm around you to keep you from falling as you hugged him tightly. When you let go, he could see you were wearing his hoodie over a jean skirt. It reminded of of his sleepless night as he couldn’t get over the fact that his bedsheets now smelled like you. He tossed and turned all night with a smile on his face, too giddy to go to sleep. He didn’t even care when he heard the birds chirping, signaling that he had never fallen asleep. Nothing could break his smile.

“Good morning, baby.” You cooed as you kept your arms around his neck.

“Baby?” Ned sputtered. “Big confused.”

“Haven’t you heard? Peter and I are dating.” You smiled brightly as you linked your arm through Peters. A huge grin broke out on his face at your display of affection as Ned’s eyes bulged out of his head.

“Fake dating.” He said to calm his friend down.

“Semantics.” You replied quickly. “If anyone asks, we’re together.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Peter explained when Ned still looked shocked.

“Look! I’m wearing your hoodie.” You pulled the hoodie forward so Peter could see.

“And I have your small headband.” Peter held up his wrist to show you where the scrunchie was.

“It’s called a scrunchie.” You giggled. You took his hand and held it to your chest. “We look so convincing. Ned, don’t we look like a couple?”

“I’m having network connectivity problems.” Ned mumbled as he struggled to understand what was going on.

“Wait. I forgot I have to talk to the student council about the dance decorations.” You remembered. “See you at lunch?”

“Have a good day, s-sweetheart.” He stuttered out a new nickname he had always wanted to call you.

“Sweetheart? I like it.” You twirled yourself under his arm before walking away. “Shaking things up.”

Peter and Ned watched you walk away, Ned with his jaw slacked and Peter with his eyes soft.

“Dude.” Ned breathed.

“I know.”

“You have a fake girlfriend.” Ned said in disbelief. “And it’s Y/n.”

“I know.”

“You’ve been in love with her for years.” He whispered.

“I know.”

“She is way out of your league.” He looked at his friend.

“I know!” Peter exclaimed. “Do you think people are gonna buy it?”

“I don’t know.” Ned answered honestly. “Why did she agree to this? You didn’t try to kill her in an alley did you?”

“No, Ned. This was all her idea. She asked for my hoodie and gave me this little skirt for your hair.” Peter held up with wrist with the scrunchie again.

“It’s called a munchie, Peter.” Ned rolled his eyes.

“Well she gave me hers so people would know she’s my girlfriend. Or fake girlfriend. I don’t really know the details.” He sighed but broke into another smile. “She came over yesterday and God, she’s so much better than we thought. She’s funny and a good listener and everytime I thought I did something lame, she liked it. She liked me! This might be the greatest thing that ever happened to me, Ned.”

“But is this really what you want? You’ve liked her since the first day of school when her dad almost hit you with her car and she started crying.” Ned reminded him. “Do you really want your first relationship with a girl, especially this girl, to be fake?”

“MJ was right, Ned. A girl like that will never be interested in someone like me. This is the only chance I’m gonna have with her. And yeah, it’s a fake relationship. But it’s a real friendship. I’ll take what I can get if it means I can be close to her.” Peter decided.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Peter. If this ends badly, it’ll crush you.” Ned said sincerely.

“I know what this. I know she’ll never actually like me. As long as I keep reminding myself that, I’ll be fine.” Peter insisted.

“Okay.” Ned patted his back. “If you say so.”

“Don’t-“

“Didn’t even notice. No punches there to roll with.” Ned began to sing as he walked down the hall. Peter kept his distance as he followed him to class, already thinking about the next time he’d get to see you.

Peter waited a lifetime for the lunch bell to ring. The best parts of his day were when he got to see you. Those parts were the morning if he got to his locker on time, lunch, 7th period, and after school when you had Volunteer Club. They met right across the hall from the Decathlon team and of Peter angled his chair correctly, he could catch a glimpse of you.

He kept his head up as he headed to his table, always on the lookout for you. He spotted his hoodie a few seconds before you made eye contact.

“There you are, baby.” Your eyes lit up as you made your way over to him. “Come on. Let’s eat together.”

Peters heartbeat quickened as you lead him towards your usual lunch table. It was already full of popular kids, the very popular kids that Peter feared.

“Your friends won’t like me.” Peter protested to save himself from 40 minutes of torture.

“No one at that table likes each other, Peter.” You laughed but he sensed a sadness in your voice. “Let’s sit with your friends then.”

You pivoted away from the cool kids table, earning yourself a glare from every inhabitant. It struck fear in Peters heart, but it didn’t phase you. You linked your arm through his again and led him towards Ned and MJ’s table.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked nervously as he made eye contact with an angry quarterback.

“Yes. Come on.” You tugged him harder until you got to the table.

“Hey guys.” You greeted Ned and MJ as you sat down. Ned looked up in shock and the water he was drinking fell out of his mouth.

“Girl?” He asked Peter, reverting to his inability to speak around you.

“Yes, girl.” You chuckled. “Come sit with us, Michelle.”

“Fine, but only because this cannot end well.” MJ picked you her stuff and slid next to you. You handed her her daily granola bar and she took it with a sly smirk.

“Flash is coming.” Ned whispered and you quickly took Peters hand. You leaned your head on your other hand and stared at him with a dreamy smile as Flash walked by. He shot you guys a look and pretended to gag before walking away.

“He totally bought it.” You squealed as you watched him sit down. “We are so good together.”

Peter nodded stiffly, his full attention on the fact that you were still holding his hand.

“Are you in the science fair too, Ned?” You changed the subject but began to trace patterns on Peters palm. It took him a moment to realize you were drawing daisies.

“No. I’m not.” Ned replied and everyone perked up.

“He just said a full sentence.” MJ realized.

“Yay!” You released Peters hand to clap softly. His hand felt cold without yours holding it and he felt disappointment sink in. He thought he’d be okay as long as he reminded himself that the relationship was fake, but he wasn’t. He wanted to hold your hand all the time, not just when Flash was around.

“Why not?” You asked as you opened up your lunch bag.

“I usually just hang out by the snack table until Peter wins. Then we go to Delmars and order a sandwich with every single ingredient on it.” He explained. “It wasn’t that bad until they added tuna to the menu. Tuna really doesn’t go with peanut butter and hot sauce.”

“Haha, he’s kidding.” Peter lies and shot Ned a look. “We don’t do that. That would be absurd.”

“I have this really strong feeling that you do do that-“

“Do do.” Ned chuckled.

“-and it sounds fun. Is it cool if I tag along this year?” You asked Peter, slipping your hand back into his. Peter looked at your intertwined hands before looking to Ned for approval.

“Girl welcome.” He nodded until he realized he was doing it again. “Damn it.”

“Of course you can come.” Peter made the decision when Ned was no help. “But I have to win first.”

“I’ve seen your picture in the display case the last three years. Come on, you had the robotics arm, the homemade spinneret, and the thing with the flies.” You surprised Peter by listing his lady entries. “This solar powered LEGO lamp is gonna blow the judges away. You’re gonna win. My boyfriend is the smartest guy in school.” You gloated as you moved some hair off Peters forehead.

“You know your don’t have to call him your boyfriend around us, right? We’re not the ones you’re trying to fool.” MJ cut in. Peters has tightened at MJ’s interruption.

“I know.” You said timidly and took your hand away from Peter again. He huffed out an angry breath but kept his mouth shut. If you could take his hand, he could take yours.

“She can do what she wants.” Peter said decidedly and laced his fingers through yours. You smiled proudly at him and squeezed his hand.

“Thank you, baby.” You said, happy he was taking initiative. “What are you doing after school today?”

“You’re in luck, Y/n. You chose the best possible boy to fake date. His schedule has been open for the last 18 years.” MJ jeered.

“Haha. Don’t you have a chicken to ritualistically sacrifice or something?” Peter shot back.

“Ooo. Witch joke. Original.” She whispered and twiddled her fingers like she was casting a spell.

“I’m not busy, daisy.” He ignored MJ and kept his eyes on you. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ve been so busy planning the dance that I never got a dress.” You told him. “Would you come with me to pick one out?”

“Do I want to spend my afternoon watching you try on dresses?” He repeated your question back to you and you realized how boring it sounded.

“You don’t have to-“ You began.

“Hell yeah I do.” He cut you off and you smiled. “Where do you want to meet?”

“If you walk me home after school we can go from there.” You suggested. Peters mouth dried out at the thought of going to your house but he forced himself to nod.

“Okay.” He squealed.

“Shoot, I almost forgot. I have to meet with Mrs. Carlisle about the DJ.” You packed up your lunch and cupped Peters chin. “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll be at your locker.” He nodded as your thumb slid off his chin.

“Good boy.” You smirked. “Bye Ned. Bye Michelle.”

Ned waited until you were out of sight until he freaked out.

“Dude! She invited you to her house! She totally wants to jump your bones.” He whispered loudly.

“Why would she jump on my bones? Like my skeleton?” Peter asked innocently. “You think she want to kill me?”

“How is the hottest girl in school interested in you?” MJ shook her head. “Especially when you ask questions like that.”

“Shes not into me. We’re fake dating.” Peter reminded them.

“And who’s idea was it to do that?” MJ cocked her head. “Because she called me yesterday to tell me all about your little plan.”

“Yesterday you were saying I’d never have a chance, and today you’re insisting that she’s into me?” Peter asked in confusion. “Wait, she called you? About me?”

“I hadn’t seen you interact before yesterday. She was doing girlfriend shit when no one was watching. Not even you! Check your notebook.” MJ grumbled and angrily took a bite out of her granola bar. Peter curiously opened his notebook and found a pink slip of paper inside. He opened it up and read it out loud.

“This is my favorite color on you. Have some sweet tarts, for my sweetheart. See you after school.” He read the note and held up a fun sized packet of Sweet Tarts.

“She put that in there when you were too busy staring at the jocks.” MJ told them. “Now tell me, why would she sneak candy into your notebook entirely out of Flash’s view? Who does that convince?”

“I love sweet tarts.” Peter muttered as he stared at the note. Even your handwriting was pretty.

“Everyone knows that. Remember when you had to go to the nurse freshman year on Valentine’s Day because you ate 18 packets?” Ned brought up.

“I don’t remember that.” Peter mumbled, trying to think of what Ned was talking about.

“Because you were sent home for going into a sugar coma.” MJ snorted.

“Wow.” Peter raised his eyebrows. “I never knew that.”

“Well she did. And now she’s sneaking you candy.” MJ said and laughed in disbelief.

“What’s so funny?” Peter laughed defensively.

“I think Y/n actually likes you. And I think that hilariously paradoxical.” She laughed again.

“What? No.” Peter didn’t allow himself to have hope, even for a minute. “She doesn’t like me. She’s just faking.”

“You’re going to her house today right?” MJ raised a single eyebrow. “See how she behaves. If you acts like your girlfriend when no one is around, you’ll know she isn’t faking.”

“Okay.” Peter decided, figuring he had nothing to lose. “Okay. I’ll do that.”

Peter stationed himself at your locker directly after school. He kept MJ’s advice at the front of his mind as he waited for you to arrive. All he had to do was observe you. He did that all the time anyway. Only this time, it counted. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and let out a breath.

“Baby.” He heard your sweet voice from behind him. He turned around and saw your equally sweet smile.

“Ready?” He asked as he took the books from your hands. You gave him a puzzled look and he explained. “I’m carrying your books for you. My uncle told me to do this when I got a girlfriend. I figured he’d still appreciate it, even if our relationship is fake.”

“He sounds like a smart man.” You said kindly and Peter nodded.

“He was. I’ll tell you more about him on the walk.” He offered and you smiled like you liked the idea. “Lead the way.”

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Showering at the other’s house + Wearing the other’s clothing + "You know I can't just be friends with you" for Josh Washington x male reader? Angst and smut where there's been sexual tension between them for a long time and it blows up in their face when Josh's car breaks down and reader picks him up and takes him to his place? Bottom reader, please?

To be on the safe side, I’m going to warn for a slight reference to drunk driving.

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Glancing at the clock on your dash, you groaned thinking about how early you had to be up for work tomorrow—technically today.

Fucking Josh Washington.

Why you were still friends sometimes escaped you, but as soon as Josh slid into your passenger seat and the smell of his expensive cologne swallowed you in one breath, you remembered.

Because you want so much more than that.

“Fun party?” you asked, hitting the turn signal even though the road was deserted.

“Look, man. I’m sorry about calling so late but I know your place is close.”

“And now I have to take you all the way across town—”

“Can’t I just crash with you? I mean—if it’s not a big deal.”

Not a big—fucking fucker.

Taking a deep breath, you whipped your car around and began heading back to your apartment.

Josh leaned back in the seat and out of your peripheral, you could see his fingers twitching against his knee, banging out a rhythm only he could hear.

“Are you drunk?” you asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Nah,” Josh huffed, his eyes closed as his fingers continued to tap.

Slamming on the brakes was the last thing Josh had expected you to do, and when he was jostled forward, he made a muffled noise as the seatbelt tightened against his chest.

“What the fu—”

“Get out.”

Josh’s bloodshot eyes were blown wide and his mouth opened and shut as he stared at you, your own face twisted in anger as you looked back at him.

“Get. Out.”

“Please don’t do this now, Y/N.”

Josh’s eyes begged for your forgiveness and you felt that deep-down itch of sympathy, like an almost healed mosquito bite that had just enough poison left to make you remember it was there.

“Why the fuck are you always calling me to come bail you out? Is it because I’m stupid enough to keep fucking doing it?”

“No,” Josh murmured, his eyes dropping to the center console.

“Is it because—”

“Can we please just talk about this at your place not in the middle of the fucking road in the middle of the fucking night?”

Your eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and even though no one was coming, you gripped the wheel again and pressed your foot to the gas.

The rest of the short drive was silent, the tension blaring loud enough to drown out both of your thoughts.

Exhausted, you tossed your keys on the counter and kicked off your shoes before slowly pulling your hoodie over your head and tossing it on the living room recliner.

“You know where the couch is,” you stated tonelessly as you walked back the hall to your bedroom and shut the door.

Discarding your t-shirt and your sweatpants, you crawled back into your abandoned bed and tried to go to sleep. Josh turned the shower on and you rolled over, trying not to imagine what he looked like, naked and wet as the bathroom grew foggier and foggier.

He pissed you off like no one else.

And he turned you on like no one else.

But nothing had ever come of your shared looks, your inside jokes, or your casual, seemingly accidental touching. Instead, this sort of chasm settled between the two of you and you spent less and less time together. At first, you were sad. Then, you were pissed that someone who was supposed to be your friend, someone you had known for almost ever, was just willing to let the ugly void grow rather than talk about what was happening.

And once Josh lost his sisters, the void became cavernous. He wouldn’t let anyone get close to him, not even you.

Sighing, you punched your pillow and rolled onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. You supposed that was why you were still always there for him—the loss of Hannah and Beth, yes, but also because you wanted to get him to let you in. You wanted to be there for him—as a friend or as more.

Either way, Josh needed someone. That much you were sure of.

A soft knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts, and you mumbled, “It’s unlocked.”

Josh peeked in, the light from the hallway framing his body and making him seem more shadow than man.

“Can I borrow some sweats?”

“Bottom drawer,” you motioned, rolling on to your side to avoid looking at him with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Which wasn’t wrapped around his waist for long because you heard it hit the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and tried to ignore the rustling as Josh pulled on your clothes.

After a few moments of silence, Josh cleared his throat and when you didn’t say anything, he shuffled closer to your bed.

“You sleeping?”

“For fuck’s sake, Josh. No.”

“I really am sorry I woke you up—”

“Are you really?” you spat, turning over and sitting up to face him, anger once again coursing through your body at his wretched apology.

“Yeah. I am! I really appreciate that you came!” Josh yelled, his eyes smaller than usual as anger began to take hold of him, too.

“You have a real funny way of showing appreciation.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his bottom lip disappearing as he bit down on it.

“It means that you don’t call me unless you need something stupid.”

Josh shrugged, but before you could yell at him to get the fuck out, he said, “I know you’ll always pick up.”

“You can kiss this stand-in Uber driver the fuck good-bye because this was the last—"

“I call you because I want to see you.”

Josh’s words were coarse, spoken from deep inside of his chest as if he couldn’t believe he was actually letting them articulate.

You stared at him in stunned silence, wondering if it was possible . . .

“Josh,” you said softly.

And as your mind worked to form a response, Josh interrupted, his voice cracking as he loudly said, "I can't just be friends with you anymore! I can’t just hang out like, like I’m not feeling . . . whatever the fuck this is.

“And I know you feel it too.”

Your heart was in your ears, so even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t.

Hand slightly shaking, you pulled off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the mattress. The feeling of your bare feet on your cold, wooden floor starkly contrasted the overheated feeling of your torso and face as you stood.

Josh was frozen, his Adam’s apple working double-time as he looked anywhere but at you, clearly wishing he had kept his infamously big mouth shut.

When you were finally inches from him, his eyes swung to meet yours and the intensity in them nearly took your breath away.

Thinking back, you still have no idea who moved first, but in an instant, Josh’s mouth was on yours.

His kiss was bruising, teeth before tongue, then teeth again as he claimed you.

Your thoughts were an incoherent stream as Josh pushed you on to the bed and shoved his hand in your boxers, his own erection rubbing against your thigh as he began to jerk you off.

Gasping, you broke the kiss and shut your eyes, unable to believe this was finally happening.

“Do you feel this?” Josh hissed as his forehead is pressed against yours. “Do you feel how bad I want you—need you?”

“I—”

“Didn’t want to ruin our friendship?” Josh panted as he gave the head of your cock a little twist. “I’d say it’s pretty fucking ruined now.”

You moaned and reached up to fist the headboard, your biceps flexing as you held onto the wooden slats, your hips pushing up into Josh’s hand.

“Should I stop?”

“Fuck—no! Don’t stop,” you begged and you could see the confident smirk on Josh’s lips.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his hand tightening around you, still moving at a quick, even pace.

“God-fucking-damn-it Josh!” you cried out, eyes again shut tight as cum spilled over his hand and smeared on to your stomach.

After milking you through your orgasm, Josh pressed his forehead to yours, tiny beads of your sweat mingling with his as your breath puffed across each other’s lips. It occurred to you that he definitely used your toothpaste and knowing Josh, probably your toothbrush.

You reached up to grasp his face, your thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones as you asked, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Kinda better to just show you?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Stop deflecting.”

“Scared,” Josh mumbled, his mouth moving closer to yours.

“Of what?” you asked into his parted lips.

“Losing you.”

“Never,” you answered and kissed him, your mouth begging to be dominated by his as you tentatively touched your tongue to his and Josh didn’t disappoint, controlling the kiss until he released your mouth with a gasp as you both fought for air.

Pushing Josh onto his back, you straddled his thigh, your cum-coated belly completely forgotten as you pulled down the sweatpants he was wearing—your sweatpants—and you lowered your mouth to take in his impossibly hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” Josh groaned.

Teasing wasn’t on your mind as you sucked his dick, hollowing your cheeks and relishing in the taste of the precum that seeped from his head. You dragged your tongue through his slit and Josh made a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a groan.

You sucked lightly on the head of his cock before swallowing him down, and when you grasped the base of him, Josh bucked up into your mouth, almost choking you, as he came—your name and a string of Sorry—so sorrys tumbling from his lips. You laughed a little as you swallowed his cum and used the back of your mouth to wipe what had escaped.

Josh’s eyes were soft as they looked at you, one final apology issuing from his mouth.

“It’s cool, Josh. I think we were both pretty enthusiastic.”

“You have no idea—”

“—how long you’ve—I’ve—wanted to do that?”

Josh looked a little surprised, but then his face split into his trademark grin, his white teeth flashing in the dim lighting of your room.

“Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

“Is that what you want?” you asked, studying his face to make sure his happiness wasn’t a façade.

“I think . . . I think it’s what I need.”

You smiled, your eyes detecting only honestly and as much as it pained you to do it, you tore your eyes from his and looked at the clock.

“Work. I’ve gotta—”

“I’m filthy fucking rich. You don’t ever “have to” again.”

“Of course I do,” you said with exasperation. “But maybe not . . . tomorrow.”

Josh smiled and adjusted your pillow before holding his arms open so you could fall onto his chest.

“Night, Y/N,” Josh mumbled sleepily into your hair.

“Goodnight,” you answered, your lips holding their soft smile as you fell fast asleep.

#Josh Washington #Josh Washington x Reader #Male Reader #Josh Washington x Male Reader #Angst #Smut #Josh Washington Angst #Josh Washington Smut #Rami Malek #Rami Malek Characters #But OF COURSE it's fluffy in the end bc that's how I ROLL

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Tease

Chapter 9 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: Thank you again for proof reading and scene ideas lovely @aussieez you are a star! This chapter I wrote the NSFW scene after I had a few drinks Friday night, so I hope I got all the mistakes out. It also includes something that happened to me in RL I’ll leave it up to you to guess what it is haha. Hopefully you find it funny as I have we need to laugh atm. I hope you like it!

If you like it let me know or if you don’t still tell me why I won’t be offended!

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this new series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Song: Sia - Helium

Word count: 2123

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, NSFW, Mild Angst & adult language.

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

After Nina and I had our nails done we did a bit of baby clothes shopping followed by lunch, which after Nina had a few drinks, so it turned into dinner too "Nina, can I tell you something?"

"Of course sweetie!"

"You can't tell Al! Adam and I were thinking Charlie could have Alistair as a middle name. Do you think he'll like it?"

"Oh, Ellie he will love that. That's so sweet!" she gets up and hugs me.

"Did you hear that Charlie bear you are going to be named after the two greatest men you could wish for"

I tear up a little "Nina, that's a lovely thing to say!"

She hugs me again "Aww Ellie, I didn't mean to make you cry, but let me elaborate on that"

I laugh wiping my tears "Ellie, I can tell your dad must have been a great man because you are a sweet girl and you adore my Adam. This is why I know you two will be great parents" This makes me even more emotional.

We finally get back about half 10 Adam and Al are already in bed, I open our bedroom door expecting him to be asleep, but I'm greeted by him in bed in just his boxers on his phone, he gives me that gorgeous smile "Did you have a good day beautiful?"

I start getting undressed "Hey, yeah, it was such a laugh your mum, and she's super sweet"

"She has a soft spot for you," he laughs while his eyes roam my body as I strip down to my underwear.

I climb into bed next to him, "What did you and your Dad get up to?" he pulls me towards him.

"Dad took me golfing, which reminds me. Mum has her book club tomorrow night and Dad has a darts night, so we have the house to ourselves" Charlie starts kicking, he hates it when I lay on my side.

I run my hand over my bump "Come on Charlie, Mumma just wants to cuddle up to your Daddy" I roll onto my back.

Adam's hand runs over my bump, his lips follow "Hey, You go easy on mummy" he whispers before laying back next to me "So this morning it wasn't very nice to tease" his hand circles my bump as he is laid on his side.

I smirk "It wasn't very nice to trick me at the pub either"

He kisses my nose "Well, you have started something now I'll finish it" He runs his fingers under and along the waistband of my underwear his touch is electrifying, I try to control my breathing.

His lips brush along my pulse line (Fuck! Do not let him win!) His hand slips into my underwear "I'm not going to make love to you Ellie" He parts my folds (God!) I bite my lip trying not to act bothered, he nips my collarbone.

His fingers enter me, I take another deep breath "So, who won at golf?" I try to change the subject.

I feel him smirk against my neck "We drew but right now I want to focus on making you come"

I laugh, "Adam!"

He speeds up his pace, I roll onto my side now Charlie has calmed down and I slip my hand into his boxers. I grasp him, work my hand along his hard shaft as my lips crash against his.

"My plan hasn't worked, I...oh god fuck..I was supposed to tease you and leave you wanting more...but..." his tongue tangles with mine.

I smile against his lips "But what?"

I speed up my pace "God...Ellie,"

I'm getting to him, "Come on Adam! I thought you were going to tease me?" I grasp his lip between my teeth.

He groans, "We've got to be quiet, baby, I don't want your parent to hear us" I pull his lips to mine again.

Both our paces speed up, we can't get enough of each other "Ellie come for me, so I can make love to you!"

"Not until you do!" I whisper against his lip.

He kisses me harder, firmer "I love you Ellie"

"Guess what?"

"God..what?"

I smile, "I love you too more than anything!" I can't hold back any longer "Yes, Adam Yes!!" I fall over the edge, and he hits his climax right after"Fuck baby!"

He pulls off his boxers and I help him remove my underwear as his body cover mine, he pushes pass my entrance.

"OH!! God..that's it! Yes!! Adam Fuck me!" my back arches of the bed I grip him tighter.

He grasps the head board, thrusting harder into me "Ellie, this is all I've been thinking about all day!"

"I have a secret for you...oh"

His lips move against my neck "Secret?"

"Uh huh, this is....all I've.....been thinking about all day too" his lips crash to mine.

He grasps my hips, moves faster against them "Oh god...I'm gonna..Ohhhhh" I hit my climax again.

"Yes, that it Ellie. God...Yes! Ellie!" We're both catching our breath he collapses onto the bed next to me.

"So, how did teasing me work out for you Adam?" I wink.

"Don't worry beautiful I'll get you back!"

I laugh, "We better clean up!"

I get off the bed and hold out my hand "Wanna join me in the shower handsome?"

"Depends on what you're asking?" he give me that grin.

"I'm asking you if you want to add extra steam to the shower?" I bite my lip knowing what this does to him. Adam jumps off the bed picks me up in a bridal carry and leads us to the bathroom.

~*~*~*~

The next evening his parent are out Adam has ushered me upstairs to get dressed up, he's cooking.

"Are you ready beautiful?" He calls up to me.

"I'm just finishing up now" I spray myself with perfume and make my way downstairs. It's smells amazing and beautiful every counter in the dining room is covered with tealight, lighting up the room.

"Wow this is gorgeous, Adam!"

He smiles "Glad you think so! I'll grab you a drink. Take a seat" I sit at the dining table and wait for him to come back.

"Apple juice for my gorgeous wife," he hands me the glass and pecks my lips "Right, have fun. I am shattered. I'll see you in the morning" he turns and walks out the room.

"Wait? What? Adam?" I heard his footsteps head up the stairs. (He's joking right?) I sit there confused for a couple of minutes, I pull out my phone and look for the nearest restaurant.

I grab my keys and bag, just as I'm making my way to the door I hear, him coming down the stairs "Ellie, where are you going?"

"I'm going out for dinner as I thought we were having dinner here together, but I guess not," I try not to act bothered but the tone of my voice gives me away.

He gives me that smile and chuckles as he wraps his arms around me "I was messing with you, I was getting you back for yesterday, did you really think I went to all this effort to let it go to waste?"

"WHAT!? You thought that was funny?" I spit back at him before I pull away from him and walk out of the house and towards the car.

"Ellie, wait I'm sorry it was just a joke!"

He gently grabs my arm and spins me round to see the massive smile on my face "Gotcha!" I stick my tongue out at him.

"Now that was evil! I thought I had really upset you!"

I laugh, "No, but now you have to come up with something better than what you had planned"

He grins, "I just dug my own grave didn't I?"

"Well, that will teach you for playing a prank on me won't it! So, get thinking Mister!"

He kisses my nose "I think I have just the perfect idea grab a coat and blanket. I'm going to grab the food and a few other bits"

"Where are we going?" I call after him.

"It's a surprise" he throws me a smirk.

A few minutes later we are in the car, Adam is driving "You know your Mum made her own playlist yesterday. There was a song that kinda reminds me of us and everything we've been through lately"

"Oh, what song is that?"

I laugh, "She actually heard it in one of the Fifty shades films she watched with your Nan!"

His face turns to disgust "Thanks for that! I didn't really want to know they had seen those films"

"Come on, Adam every woman has seen it or read the books"

He looks over to me for a second "What about you? Have you watched or read them?"

I laugh, "Yeah, I read book one but skipped two and three. But I have seen all three films, I can't remember if it were the second or third film me and my friend Gemma got kicked out of the cinema for laughing and talking the whole way through!"

"You got kicked out of the cinema?"

"Yeah, there was this moody woman in front of us we were talking she kept shushing us. I think the finale straw was when he'd put Anna legs in this spreader bar on this bed then he flipped her from her back onto her front or the other way round. Gemma snorted and said if her husband John did that to her, she'd end up peeing herself especially after having her two kids. We were both howling. After that we were asked to leave"

He laughs, "I can say I've never been kicked out of a cinema! What was this song anyway?"

"I'll play it, hang on a second" I scroll through my recent playlist Sia - Helium press play.

His face lights up at the chorus "So, I'm your helium?"

I smile, "Yes, I think it would be prefect for our first dance song. What do you think?"

"I love it! It's perfect. My sassenach! We're here"

I look out of the window "Where are we?"

"Blackford Hill, we need to walk just 2 minutes that way. The view is stunning"

We finally got to the top "Wow, Adam this is beautiful!"

"I know, it's stunning isn't it?" He places a picnic blanket on the grass with a couple of cushions "Dinner with a view. Am I forgiven now?" we both take a seat.

I roll my eyes, "I suppose. but it depends on what you've made for dinner?"

"Well, you will definitely forgive me if it depends on dinner," he reaches over to thermal bag and pulls out a little tub as soon as he pulls off the lid I know what it is "I've never seen someone face light up so much over a beef hotpot!"

"Oh my god! Wait, so our romantic meal you got your mum to cook?"

He chuckles "Actually I make this, and she taught me how. I have the recipe so if it tastes exactly the same I can make it at home for you. So, try it"

I try a forkful (It tastes exactly like Ninas maybe even better) "Oh, wow... this is awful!"

His smile drops "Is it?" he takes the fork out of my hand and tries it "Ellie, you're mean"

I smirk "OK I lied. It tastes exactly like it if not better but you can't tell your mum I said that" we laugh.

After dinner we are laid back on the grass looking up at the stars, "You do know I will get you back for earlier!"

I hear a soft laugh escape from his lips as pulls me tighter against him "But for tonight we can call it a truce?"

"I suppose so! But watch your back!"

"Hey, have you see anyone walk pass since we got here?"

"No, why?"

"Good!" Before I can ask him what he means, he pulls the blanket completely over us, his body covers mine as he captures my lips.

"Adam! We can't! Not here! Someone might see us" I giggle.

"We better be quick then!" I can't deny him.

Later we get back to his parents "Looks like they aren't back yet!" He picks me up and walks us into the kitchen and places me down on the counter.

"Down boy! I draw the line at doing that in your parents' kitchen! What's the time?"

He pulls out his phone "I have a voicemail" puts it to his ear, his face drops.

"Adam, what's wrong?"

It's changed from shock to anger the phone is still against his ear "Adam, you're scaring me what's wrong?"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 10.

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lalikaa · 3 years

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“Gravitate”

A fic I wrote for the @yamakagezine years ago and forgot to post, whoops haha. Hope you enjoy!!

~*~

It was a crisp Sunday in March; the kind of day where you’re not sure whether you need a coat or not. The sakura trees had yet to bloom, and the frost of February still lingered. This was one of Tadashi’s favorite times of the year; he liked the chill before everything bloomed.

However, Tadashi was not enjoying the cool weather at the moment, as he was currently inside, piling bread onto a plastic tray.

“It feels like just yesterday we were nervous about our first practice match against Seijou, and here we are,” Tadashi began to lament.

“...We’re in a cafe, Tadashi.”

“You know what I mean!” Tadashi said with a huff. He was almost tempted to say his boyfriend was being snarky, but in reality, it was just Tobio being… Tobio.

When Tobio titled his head to the side slightly in a way that made it look like a giant question mark was floating over his head, Tadashi could not find it in himself to be exasperated.

“Y’know, as in we’re here as third years, about ready to graduate and move on with our lives, that kinda thing.”

The giant question mark dissipated over Tobio’s head (quite a feat, since it was invisible to begin with), but was quickly replaced by an equally invisible exclamation mark.

“I was never nervous about the match against Oik- Seijou,” Tobio retorted to Tadashi’s previous remark.

“Well, you’re never nervous about anything.”

Tobio didn’t respond to this, as they got to the cashier. Tadashi set a chocolate cornet and a red bean roll, which he had gotten for himself, and Tobio’s melon bread and taro bun on the counter while Tobio ordered their usual drinks; a hazelnut latte for Tadashi and a matcha latte for himself.

They scoped out their usual table by the second window to the right, and once they sat down Tobio said; “Well, some things make me nervous.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like… passing tests, not being able to play volleyball, possibilities of injuries… askingyouout.” The last few words were mumbled, but Tadashi caught them anyway,

“Awww, really? Asking me out made you nervous? But you didn’t even-”

“I know I didn’t! Because I was nervous!”

“There was no way you were more nervous than I was! Wait, then is that why Shouyou-”

“Yeah,” Tobio interjected. “Because I couldn’t do it.”

“That-- this makes more sense now. Though, y’know, it’s not like I could’ve either.”

Tadashi unwrapped his cornet and took a bite, now thinking back to when their relationship had begun. If he were being honest, their relationship definitely had an unusual start.

Tadashi was pulled back to almost three years ago, when he’d first joined Karasuno’s volleyball team, to when he’d first met the briskly terrifying force of nature that was Kageyama Tobio.

~*~

Tadashi hadn’t been the only one blown away by Kageyama, but he felt like he was being affected more strongly. His heartbeat skittered whenever he was around him, something that he hadn’t experienced before. At first Tadashi was concerned that perhaps he was showing premature signs for cardiovascular disease, but when he confided this to Tsukki, he’d been met with a scoff and an eyeroll.

“This is why feelings are stupid,” Tsukki had said.

Whatever the hell he’d meant by that.

After a few weeks (and a few hours on WebMD), Tadashi came to the conclusion he wasn’t at risk of heart disease. He poured his anxiety into volleyball, and found relief in striving to be the best player he could be, drawing heavy inspiration from a certain setter.

With every successful jump serve he made, the thought that often crossed his mind was--

I hope he notices.

Months passed though, and Kageyama didn’t seem to pay any more attention to Tadashi than he did anyone else. Tadashi tried not to take it personally.

~*~

“He’s just so cool,” Tadashi said wistfully one day in autumn as he and Hinata sat on the steps outside the gym before practice. Tadashi was eating a convenience store onigiri and sipping apple juice while Hinata was bouncing a volleyball on his arms, focus sharp.

“Yeah, he is, you should ask him out,” Hinata replied, still bouncing the volleyball.

Tadashi promptly spat out his juice. “I can’t do that!”

“Why not? You’re just as cool!”

“I’m… I’m really not. Thanks, though,” Tadashi said sheepishly.

“Why do you think you’re not cool?” Hinata asked, catching the volleyball as he looked at Tadashi.

Tadashi couldn’t find the words to articulate that he felt like he was floating in space when he was around Kageyama; he was a scattered meteor, helpless to the gravitational pull of Planet Tobio.

...That sounded kind of odd, but still.

Tadashi sighed. There was no way he could tell Hinata all that, so instead he just said; “I don’t know.”

“Well, I think you’re cool! You work really hard, you know? Plus you’re super nice, even though people wouldn’t think that ‘cause you hang out with Tsukishima so much.”

Tadashi snickered. Hinata just said whatever was on his mind.

Maybe he should, too.

~*~

About a week after Shouyou had suggested that Yamaguchi should ask Kageyama out, he found none other than Kageyama by his side as they were cleaning up after practice. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had finished folding the nets early, leaving Hinata and Kageyama to sweep the floors. “I feel… weird,” Tobio started, which made Shouyou jump a little because Kageyama hardly ever initiated the conversation.

“You’re always weird, Bakayama-kun,” Shouyou replied.

When no volleyball came hurtling at his head in response, Shouyou knew something was wrong.

“I think I like someone as much as I like volleyball,” Kageyama muttered.

Shouyou stopped mid-sweep.

Kageyama? Talking about his feelings?

This had to be serious.

“So… who’s your someone?”

“No one,” Kageyama said, immediately backing out.

“It’s gotta be someone,” Shouyou insisted, trying not to bounce in excitement.

“Nevermind,” Kageyama grumbled.

“Is it me?” Shouyou teased. “Kageyama, please, I’m too dedicated to volleyball to be in a relationship.”

“It’s not you!” Kageyama snapped.

“Ouch,” Shouyou said, pretending to be hurt.

Then, it came to him.

“Is it Yamaguchi?”

“No,” Kageyama said too quickly, turning bright red.

Aha.

Now Shouyou just had to find the right time to ask.

~*~

The right time came a couple months later, after the intense training camp hosted at Shiratorizawa. Hinata and Yamaguchi were eating lunch together at Hinata’s desk while Tsukshima was listening to music in his and Yamaguchi’s classroom. Meanwhile, Yachi was tutoring Kageyama in her classroom.

“So how was the training camp, Hinata? Tsukki said it was lame and that you were annoying.”

“Ugh, not as annoying as he is! He put in such minimal effort, you wouldn’t believe-”

“I think I get the idea.” Yamaguchi laughed.

“Anyway! Are you free this Saturday afternoon after practice?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Awesome! You’re gonna go on a date with Kageyama at Aki Cafe in Sendai! I booked your train tickets already, you’re welcome!”

“Oh ok, thanks-- wait, WHAT.”

Shouyou grinned as Yamaguchi proceeded to panic, giving himself a mental pat on the back. Man, was he the most awesome friend, or what!

On the day of the date, Tadashi had to remind himself that ‘this is fine’ approximately 19 billion times.

But what if Kageyama didn’t actually like him? I mean, why would he? What the hell had Hinata been thinking?!

~*~

The train ride was as awkward as he’d expected, honestly. Kageyama wasn’t the most social of butterflies, but as soon as Tadashi brought up their latest practice match against Datekou, one thing led to another and soon they were talking about various ways they could demolish Datekou’s Iron Wall. Tadashi loved when Kageyama talked about volleyball; he was so passionate. Tadashi envied him a little, as he felt as though his passion for anything could never match Kageyama’s. It was just another aspect of him that drew Tadashi in.

Tobio was surprised at how easily he could talk to Yamaguchi. He was used to people not wanting to talk to him, ever, so this was an unusual, but appreciated, change of pace.

The train bumped along as they traveled towards their destination. Tobio didn’t have the faintest clue why Hinata had bought them both train tickets and given instructions on getting to a particular cafe, and he had definitely considered declining when Hinata brought it up… until Hinata mentioned that his travel partner would be Yamaguchi.

Partner was a word reserved for someone you could completely trust, and Kageyama hadn’t felt a true connection like that until he’d met Hinata. But then, how he felt about Hinata was vastly different from how he felt about Yamaguchi. While he wanted Hinata to spike his tosses, he wanted Yamaguchi to hold his hand... or something. It was weird.

They got lost on their way to the cafe Hinata had suggested. “We could just go to another one,” Tobio said as they took what was likely their eighth wrong turn.

“But Hinata went through all the trouble of finding one, so we should go!” Yamaguchi insisted.

Tobio shrugged. As long as he was home in time for his 8 o’clock run he was fine. It was only 1 o’clock now, so he should be good. He tried not to think about spending seven hours with Yamaguchi. Surely it wouldn’t be that long…? If it was, Tobio was in trouble. He might get the urge to do something drastically romantic, like pat Yamaguchi on the shoulder.

Tobio snapped out of his thoughts when Yamaguchi said suddenly; “Oh, here it is!”

Aki Cafe was a small building, nestled between a hair salon and an ice cream parlor. The two walked in and were greeted by the smell of cinnamon, vanilla, coffee, and at least nine other different scents. They studied the menu together in silence, then picked up their bread and made their order; they each got savory crepes.

As they waited on their food at a table by the second window to the right, they fell into awkward silence. The waitress brought them a pitcher of water and glasses, which was a welcome distraction. They both then sipped their water, with Tobio doing his best not to stare too much. He’d never realized how many freckles Yamaguchi had. They were kind of cool. Tobio began to wonder how many there were and oh god what was wrong with him?

Thankfully, Yamaguchi broke the silence by bringing up a homework assignment that he’d recently struggled on, and they came to an agreement that math was indeed the Worst, and should be banned from school. The waitress came with their crepes. They thanked her, and began to eat.

~*~

Think of something else to say, think of something else to say oh my god why are you so awkward this is why no one really ever wants to hang out with you, you don’t deserve-

“You’ve- you’ve gotten really good at jump float serves,” Kageyama said abruptly.

Tadashi tried not to gape at him. Kageyama, the king of serves, was complimenting him on his serves!? No way.

“Uh, thank you,” Tadashi said. He was still pretty bad at taking compliments. “You’re really amazing at serves too!”

Kageyama seemed to be just as bad at taking compliments, but not in an awkward way like Tadashi—more in a blunt, yet endearing sort of way. “I still have a lot to improve on,” he said seriously.

“Me too,” Tadashi said. “Maybe you could- maybe you could help me practice sometime?” He winced, fully expecting Kageyama to decline. “Yeah, sure,” Kageyama said.

Tadashi suddenly felt overwhelmed. Because extra practice with Kageyama obviously meant spending more time with him, which meant that Tadashi’s life would become far more complicated. He wasn’t sure how much his heart - and his nerves - could take.

“I’d really like that!” Tadashi responded, a little too loudly. “Me, too,” Kageyama said, giving a rare smile.

To Tadashi, it felt special, somehow. Kageyama was smiling because of him, and only to him- it felt intimate in a way. Tadashi grinned back, feeling his heartstrings loosen and his nerves settle down. Maybe he could handle more time with Kageyama after all.

~*~

After they finished their crepes, Tobio suggested getting ice cream at the parlor next door. He was still hungry, and anything milk-based was always a good thing. The parlor was really cool—various pictures hung on the walls, and the shiny tiled floor made it look like the shop was brand new. The counter had a large display of at least 30 flavors of ice cream on display behind clear glass. The signs above the counter showed that the parlor also served soft serve, sundaes, and milkshakes. The friendly worker greeted them, and after some deliberation, both boys decided on milkshakes- chocolate for Tobio, strawberry for Yamaguchi.

They found a table near the corner of the parlor, milkshakes in hand. As they sipped their milkshakes, Tobio couldn’t help but think; God, he’s pretty.

Was “pretty” the right word, though? Maybe it should be handsome. Either way, Tobio wanted to look at Yamaguchi more than he looked at a volleyball.

Something was really wrong with him.

Yamaguchi was cool in a lot of ways, so maybe his line of thinking was acceptable then…? In all honesty, Tobio had no clue. He was already subpar at best with friendships, never mind actual romantic relationships.

He hadn’t even considered being in a relationship like that until, well… when had he considered it first? Maybe when Yamaguchi made his first successful jump float serve in practice?

He didn’t know for sure, but he was certainly happy to be where he was now. Yamaguchi looked a little anxious, but Tobio couldn’t be sure. He gave a small, nervous smile, in hopes it would… do something. Maybe he was reading the situation wrong…?

When Yamaguchi smiled back, though, he felt his heartbeat quicken, like he’d just run several sprints. Tobio wasn’t sure if he would get used to this feeling, but his instincts told him it was a feeling that would last.

~*~

Tobio and Tadashi finished their bread at Aki Cafe, a sense of nostalgia still hovering between them. Tadashi thought maybe they were too young to feel nostalgic about a relationship that was only a little over two years, but the pull he felt on his heartstrings and the maybe-maybe-not tear in his eye felt differently. Tadashi tried to think of something to say as they started walking out of the cafe. This time, though, it was Tobio who initiated their conversation.

“It’ll be… hard not seeing you every day,” Tobio admitted.

“Nothing is ever hard for you, Tobio,” Tadashi assured him.

“Except for not seeing you every day.”

Tadashi really loved how straightforward Tobio was. He never left Tadashi guessing; he was always honest.

The sun started setting as they meandered along the sidewalks of Sendai, glowing red-orange in the cloudless sky.

“I promise to come to all of your matches,” Tadashi said as they turned a street corner.

“I’d rather you promise to play.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’ll see you on the court, then,” Tobio said firmly.

It was comforting how much Tobio believed in him. So, Tadashi responded by laughing as he took Tobio’s hand, the two walking side by side, with no real destination in mind in the two hours they had before their train home. It really didn’t matter where they went though; they would always gravitate back to each other in the end.

#yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama tobio #yamakage #haikyuu!!#lali writes

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theabominableblogger · 4 years

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Rewatching “Fright Night” (the 1985 version)

No I ain’t watching the remake with David Tennant. ‘Cause I said so.

*does Borat impression while loading the movie on Amazon Prime*

“Sit here beside me on the veranda.” Is this the... TV show scene? The show with Roddy McDowall?

SCARE CHOOORD!

“So... luminescent.” *laughs*

Those were some... horrible kissing noises

I like the out of context implication that as soon as the woman asks the dude to lay on her chest, Peter Vincent’s like “NONE IN THIS HOUSE!”

“IF SHE BREATHES...”

What idiot puts their smelly ass soccer cleats on their headboard?

“We’ve been going together almost a year, and all I ever hear is ‘Charley, stop it.’“ Well then maybe that’s a you problem

Also what the hell is that map thing next to Amy?

“Let’s get into bed.” *bug eyes*

Amy, that is not the look of someone who is ready to have sex.

“It says right here that the divorce rate is 76% higher among couples who don’t argue before marriage.” Shut up, Mom.

“Thank you [Amy] for helping Charley with his homework.” ...I was gonna make a sex joke here but nah.

Oh I hate Charley’s friend in his movie.

Charley’s car, while super nice, looks like a sunburnt cow

“My luck. He’s [the neighbor] probably gay.” AAAAAHHH THEY EVEN SAID IT!

I really Charley to slap Teach [Ed] at some point but I know it’s never gonna happen.

For a moment, I thought that the carpenter dude partner was gonna be like Kenny from “The War at Home” but nah. He probably just uses his teeth a lot.

*silently jamming to the background synth music*

*Charley spots a woman removes her bra in the window* What was this rated again?

AN: It’s rated R

*yells when Jerry looks over to see Charley through the window*

*Shot of Jerry’s hand pulling down the window blind* That... is a lady hand.

AN: They were actually extensions that Chris wore and he helped apply them himself so that he could just rip them off after a day of shooting

*Charley’s mom ruins Charley’s cover* DAMN IT MOM

This movie is basically “Who Cried Wolf” but with vampires?

“I’m his roommate Billy Cole.” Can you believe just that the fact that this movie was made in the mid 80s when the AIDS crisis in the US was getting ready to happen and director Tom Holland and the screenwriter went “YES they’re gonna be GAY and THAT’S FINAL”

“You actually saw the body, Charley?” Uh doesn’t that tone raise any suspicion from the detective STANDING NEXT TO HIM?

*snorts in hilarity when Billy jokingly does the sign of the cross*

Charley, I would not trust anything Teach tries to tell you.

AND OF COURSE CHARLEY’S MOM INVITED JERRY OVER

OMINOUS SYNTH CHORD

My God, Chris Sarandon...

What’s with the celery?

Charley’s mom is the most oblivious character in this whole movie, I swear

FISH EYE LENS

I forget, do we ever see Jerry in vampire bat form or do we just see him as Chris Sarandon with fangs the entire movie?

Why yes, Charley, use your tiny crucifix.

Doesn’t the whole “enter with permission” count with bedrooms too or just the house in general? If it counted with bedrooms, couldn’t Charley just put up a sign on his door that said “NO ADMISSION WITHOUT PERMISSION” and that would keep Jerry out?

Jerry is the most casual vampire I’ve seen so far. Someone would just throw a chair at him and he’ll just No-Sell it like “Listen... I was just saying...”

There’s got to be a logical way to explain this Christmas thing.

We just need a vampire that’s like Catherine O’Hara from “Schitt’s Creek”

I love how Charley’s like 80% out the window and yet he can still reach for an entire mug of pencils

NO WAIT WE SEE HIS [Jerry’s] VAMPIRE FACE NEVERMIND

Valium?!?

Christopher Lee!

THAT FRAMING [of Billy kneeling directly in front of Jerry’s legs] ISN’T OBVIOUS AT ALL TOM HOLLAND

The logic for this movie is something else. Charley sees someone on TV perform a vampire killing ON A TV SHOW and thinks “YES I’m going to ask him to help me with this vampire situation!”

This is like asking Drew Carey if he can assist in a vampire hunting

*imitates Peter Vincent shooing Charley away*

*snorts at Teach and Amy walking in on Charley setting holy stuff ALL OVER HIS HOUSE*

Also I absolutely forgot about the weird side plot with Amy being an incarnation of a past love. What is it with this and Bram Stoker’s Dracula going this route?

Man, Roddy McDowall is just a masterclass in classical acting. You can tell the different style between him and the other actors.

There’s a bust of Klaus Kinski’s Nosferatu in the glass box!

AN: *in best Janet from ‘The Good Place’ impression* Fun fact, Klaus Kinski was actually an asshole

I like the red and black plaid night coat

God, all those clocks going off at once reminds me of the scene in Pinocchio. That would give me so much anxiety in real life.

WHO TOSSED JERRY THE APPLE?!?

OH AND THEY [Jerry and Billy] WALK OFF TOGETHER OF COURSE

*imitates Peter Vincent saying “Good evening good evening”*

*going through AO3′s Fright Night 1985 tag as Peter explains what he’s doing* Wow there’s four pages. I might have to bookmark some of these.

Ohhhh kay, nevermind on half of these. Not into that. Nope nope nope.

I forget, is Billy also a vampire? Or is he like some ghoul? Werewolf?

...Interspecies romance?

For a fact, I know that if CinemaSins covers this movie, they would award Jerry the “eating an apple because he’s an asshole” sin and I would laugh

Oh he’s [Jerry] gonna go for the hand kiss, isn’t he?

OH GOD DAMMIT

*has to still register it*

Wait, did Jerry hold the bottle up in front of the fire in case there was actually holy water? Would heating it up counteract the holy water inside?

WAIT DOESN’T PETER CATCH JERRY’S LACK OF REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR AS THEY LEAVE?

How did they do that? Did they just... comp Chris Sarandon out or did they have him tuck out of frame but still say his lines?

AN: Tom Holland originally goofed up the shot I guess but they ran with it

JERRY IS BI HEADCANON CONFIRMED

WAIT HE FOUND THE MIRROR SHARDS

The overhead tracking shot following Ed in the alleyway is actually pretty good. And the way it slides to a normal shot is great.

Oh they do the creepy Dracula fog!

Wait, this movie came out the same year as Nightmare on Elm Street 2. Dang.

And that movie also had a weird homoerotic tone to it.

You know what, the way Jerry offers Ed salvation only to attack him was actually pretty solid. Just good acting from both of them. I was sold.

WAIT IT’S THE CLUB SCENE!

*Peter presses a cross to Ed’s forehead* Great prosthetic too, holy crap!

*jams out to the song playing at the club*

Why do Jerry’s dance clothes look like either my pajamas or really lame exercise clothes?

God, it’s [Jerry pacing back and forth watching Amy] like a cat stalking a bird holy crap

NOOOO I DON’T NEED TO WATCH THIS SHE’S LIKE SIXTEEEEENNNN

*jaw drops when Jerry runs his hand up Amy’s leg* NOOOOOO

Not gonna lie, this song almost sounded like a remix of the Nightmare on Elm Street theme

NOOOOOOOO STOOOOOPPPP CEASE DESIST

Amy’s hair just gets wilder and wilder during this dance sequence

STOOOOOOPPPP

Quick, Charley, start a fight! Just... punch someone! Commotion!

*just yells when Jerry steals a kiss from Amy*

*Amy wakes up in a white dress in Jerry’s house* NOPE

God and he [Jerry] took off his shirt too just *hides face in hands*

*covers mouth with hand in attempt not to say anything*

*Jerry’s dragging finger scrapes off wood on the banister* Oh that’s just mean

*Jerry drapes his arms over the back of Billy’s shoulders* HMM

They would be that duo who would pick up a phone and take turns to go “...surprise, Sidney...”

*A wolf walks out of Mrs. Brewster’s room* WHAAAAATTT?!?

Dang they really just tossed a plushie wolf off the stairs

WAIT the guy that did the VFX for this movie also did “Ghostbusters” if I remember correctly

AN: Yes

They are just... really dragging out Ed’s death scene

That kinda exasperated look Peter gives the smoking house is great

Wait is Billy a vampire too? Zombie? What is he?

I really just want Charley to reach out and just slightly poke dying Billy in the chest so that he crumbles backwards. That would have been hilarious.

How long is Amy’s hair?

HE [Jerry] DOES TURN INTO A BAT!

Real plot twist would be that the bat bite also starts turning Charley into a vampire so Peter would have to kill three birds with one stone (heal Charley and Amy and kill Jerry)

Boss move: Peter closing the coffin in front of Jerry

And it ends with the same shot as the opening!

“Oh, you’re so cool, Brewster.” So is Ed alive?

#fright night #fright night 1985 #chris sarandon #roddy mcdowall #peter vincent #jerry dandridge #the blogger reacts #q post

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tinalostgirl · 4 years

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AshTina | Will You Marry Me?

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang and Asher Karofsky ( @asherkarofsky )

What: Bingo - Give Flowers to Someone Pretty + Propose to Someone

Where: Courtyard

When: Monday morning 9.7.20

Asher clutched the bunch of flowers tight to his chest as he walked around campus. He was so damn nervous. He'd never done something romantic. And this wasn't something really real. It was a game. He was afraid that whoever he picked would either slap him or think he was ready to get married. He saw the girl walking toward him, face smily and open and truly pretty with sparkling eyes. He took a deep breath stood up tall and walked straight to her. He had some words planned, but all came out was. "Umm pretty for a... I mean... these are for you 'cuz you're real pretty."

Tina was on alert all week, knowing that people were doing weird and crazy things for thing Bingo event. Enter Asher, an obviously shy and soft spoken kid coming at her with flowers. She knew it had to be Bingo cause everything about her screamed gay and the poor boy looked like he was extremely uncomfortable. But honestly, even if this wasn't for an event, she still would have found this exchange alluring. He was adorably out of his element and that made him extremely approachable. She smiled as he handed her the flowers, but didn't take them right away. "This is for Bingo isn't it?" She asked with a laugh. "Blink once if it is and twice if it isn't." She stepped forward and took a very close look at his eyes.

He blinked once without even processing that she was joking. Up close she was even prettier than far away. Something danced in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up revealing slight curving dimples. She also did not seem like she was going to slap him that was a plus, though he did get nervous when she looked at him slow closely. He was a grown damn man who got nervous when girls got too close. Well, boys too, though that wasn't something he was thinking about. "Ahhhh...."

When it was clear the joke went over his head, Tina stepped back a little and broadened her smile. "I'm just joking, kid. Relax." Tina took the flowers and pressed her nose into them, taking in the floral scent. "I mean, I was mostly kidding about the blinking, but this is for Bingo, isn't it?" She continued to smell the flowers, giving herself something to do while he composed himself. "Was the square give flowers to a lesbian or something like that? Oh no wait, you said I was pretty. Aww, you think I'm pretty."

It seemed strange to have someone clearly younger than him and probably half his size call him kid, but damn if it wasn't right. In this situation he was the kid. He nodded dumbly before finally getting his brain to kickstart. "Yeah. Bingo." His eyes went wide when she said lesbian. Had he insulted her by doing something romanticish. He'd never met any lesbians. Of course the thing was that in the circles he'd been in and the jobs he'd taken he'd been surrounded by butch lesbians and just simply been to dense to pick up on it. "Yeah f..flowers to someone pretty." He nodded. "'Course. You are." That seemed objectively true.

The compliment was delivered in such a way that made the fact that she was pretty seem like common knowledge, like it was irrefutable and she liked that. It made her smile grow and her stomach flip. He was sweet. "Well thank you for the compliment, stranger. And I'd say you did what you came to do, one more square for you." Tina paused for a second and pulled out her phone, taking a peak at her own bingo card. "You got a name? Maybe you can help me out with mine, too."

"Oh... oh yeah. Sorry. I'm Karofsky." In the world he'd been living in people lived by last names in a supremely impersonal way. "Asher. Ash." He rolled his eyes at himself. He was ridiculous. "Sure ma'am. I'll help ya anyway I can." As soon as the words passed his lips he realized that some of those cards were pretty damn heavy duty. Was he going to be losing his virginity right here and now? He gulped audibly.

"I like Ash. I'm Tina. Hey." Tina gave an awkward little wave, trying to match some of his energy to see if that would make him a little more comfortable. He seemed way in over his head and she appreciated that. "Ma'am, that's weird. But I kinda like it? It's super chivalrous sounding." Tina was getting off topic again and had to force herself to look down at her phone again. "What was I looking for? Oh right. Bingo." She scrolled some more then read over her card, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. Tina searched her pockets for something before finally pulling out a straw wrapping from her back pocket. "What's your favorite romantic song, Ashy-poo?"

The small wave was pretty damn adorable and he couldn't help but huff out a little laugh and relax a bit. "Yeah, some of y'all here don't like it. Don't mean harm. Found you can take the boy outta the South. Little harder to take the South outta the boy." His eyes went wide at the sudden change in her demeanor and the nickname. "I... oh... I.. what?" His brow creased as he tried to catch up. "Umm You Belong to Me by Miss Patsy Cline." He'd sat in many a diner while on the road or working in some dusty town listening to scratchy records of Patsy Cline singing about love and wishing he could find some for himself.

Tina relaxed a little too, glad that she was able to make him laugh. The way he talked kind of reminded her of Jo and it automatically made her affectionate towards him. Tina could sense that she was moving to fast for him, but sometimes she was moving to fast for even herself and she couldn't help it. She just hoped she didn't lose him before they finished this exchange. She changed screens on her phone to open Apple Music and searched for the song he had just gave her. Then she turned it up and put it in her back pocket before tying the straw paper into a small little neat circle. Once the song hit the chorus, there was a nice little crowd that circulated around them. Tina straightened her clothes then got down on one knee. "Asher Karofsky. It would make me the happiest girl in the planet if you married me." She held out the make shift ring and held his gaze, blinking once to let him know it was a bingo card request. "What do you say?"

She turned the song on and it filled the air. It also slowly drew a small crowd around them. He panicked a bit at first thinking that perhaps she had really gotten the wrong idea about the flowers, but his logic, which usually lagged way behind his emotions finally caught up. She had asked him to help her with one of her squares. This obviously had something to do with that. He watched her every motion, eyes widening humorously large when she went down on one knee. This was the thing he pictured himself doing some day in the hopefully not to distant future. He let go of his awkward worries and smiled, easing into the playfulness of it all. He blinked back and smiled. "Yes! How could I say anything but yes darlin'." He lowered his finger and did his best to ease the way of the paper around his finger.

Tina was glad that he caught on before she had to break character and intervene. It was a lot more fun this way, just playing off of each other and improvising. It made her miss acting and performing that way. But this was a nice substitute. At his answer, there was a genuine grin that spread across her face. When he lowered his finger, she pushed the paper completely onto his hand, then added to the moment by pulling his hand in to kiss the back of it. "You've just made me the happiest woman on Earth." Pushing it even farther, she took his hand in her as she stood up and raised their combined hands between them. "He said yes!" The crowd cheered and she turned to flash him a smile. "How does it feel, Mr. Cohen-Chang?"

It was eye-opening to see all of this play out from a perspective opposite from his expectations. He lived in an old fashioned world where the man got on his knee and asked the woman to marry him. He knew of course that part of being here was going to be pushing outside of those perspectives. He helped her up and even pulled her closer to his side. He didn't have to fake the pink tinge on his cheeks. But it probably did help sell the act. He laughed as the crowd cheered. He hadn't played like this... well since he was a boy. "Like the luckiest man in the world Mrs. Cohen-Chang." He leaned down and kissed her cheek without thinking, pulling back with a surprised look, the sorry already on his lips, but not wanting to ruin the act.

This was totally and completely unexpected, but probably the most fun she was able to have with this event. She was just glad that some people were still willing to joke and play with her. It was the break from all the seriousness she needed. When he pulled her to his side and kissed her cheek, she yelped but then turned to give him a kiss on the cheek as well. "I hope you know this means we're stuck for life. No divorces in this universe. You're a Cohen-Chang forever." It was all said in jest, but what she really meant was that he probably made a friend for life. And if not a friend, at least a friendly acquaintance. "Thanks for approaching me, kid. And thanks for playing along."

When she kissed his cheek, he knew it was still alright. Still fun. This was maybe just what he needed to dive into this thing. He laughed. "No divorces. Got it. Proud to be an official Cohen-Chang." There was that kid again. This time he laughed. "Glad we could help each other. Hope you like the flowers." He knew this good experience would stay with him. He hoped not divorcing meant that he'd really made another new friend. When they waved goodbye, it was with happy feelings.

#bingo20 #( bingo 2020 )#asher #para: asher #para: will you marry me?

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acnhplayertwo · 4 years

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Player Two's Diary.

Entry 1.

Dear diary,

Thanks Bobness I have this phone with me. Not gonna lie, I'd totally be going cuckoo without an outlet by now.

Why, you ask? Well, it's simple! Let me explain.

This utter mess began something short of one week ago, when my partner, let's call 'em S, presented me with an idea.

"Let's go away, buddy. Let's just toss this boring life behind and go somewhere new. New and fresh. Like... like the Outskirts, or-- or an island. A deserted one, maybe. Somewhere nobody knows us and none of our problems would ever be able and find us. Come on, buddy. Let's do it."

And, pal, I know not whether it was their enthusiasm, or the fact I was starting to resent my life as mayor of a lethargic town, or that we both had a glass too many of Wolfgang's homemade apple wine, but... I accepted.

I said yes.

Actually, I may have said something more than that. In my drunken haze, I remember yelling something like "OH MY BOB, THAT'S AN AWESOME IDEA AND I ALSO HAVE A FRIEND WHO TOLD ME HE'D TAKE ON A DEAERTED ISLAND BUSINESS AND CAN YOU BELIEVE THE COINCIDENCE HAHA, LET ME CALL THAT OL' RASCAL NOOK!"

And that was it, dear diary. In the span of an our we had traded our entire life's savings for a couple tickets to Nowhere.

But it wasn't that bad at first. I was actually psyched. "You go first, S!", I said. "You go and prepare a cozy spot for us. I'll reach you in three days tops."

And so we did. The next day, S kissed me goodbye, nothing but a backpack on their shoulders and hope in their eyes. "Plane's departing soon. I'll be waiting for you in our lives' next chapter, buddy."

So they went, while I stayed. I had too much stuff to do still, what with signing my temporary resignment as town mayor, packing up, saying goodbye to my citizens.

Then, 48 hours later, there I was, waiting to hop aboard on one of Dodo Airlines' rickety machines.

"Oh my, you won't believe how perfect it is here!" S' voice crackled assaulted my ears with a mix of squawking happiness and bad reception through my phone's speaker. "Weather is marvellous, and Sakura's are bloomin' and and and everything is just SO PERFECT!! There's so much stuff to do, and things to craft, and everyone is just SO DEAR!! They even threw a welcome party for the first residents, and there were confetti, and juice, and even a BONFIRE!!"

I found myself smiling as I left my old life behind and flew through the skies that would lead me to a brand new one. But my smile soon faltered as I stepped off the plane and onto Sleepwalk Island's wooden dock.

"Oh, you here. Finally. Fearless Leader's waiting for you."

"Allright," I thought as I followed Tim ad Tommy’s fuzzy shadows across the island and into a green tent, “they have never been the friendly type, but... is a hug really too much to ask?” I ignored my disappointment, telling myself that they must have been busy, like they always are, and let my face melt in a huge smile as I breathed in the familiar musk of wood and tanuki fur.

“PT!! Such a pleasure to see you here, yes yes!“ Tom rushed towards me, paws extended, his eyes nothing more than a couple happy slits. “I heard of your arrival and boy, I couldn’t wait! Here, drink something and make yourself at home...“ He slapped a can of soda in my open hand and began explaining me the hows and whys of his new business venture, nodding with his usual verve. “... and from this terminal here you can order anything you want and have it shipped right at your door-- ahem, tent step! Isnt’ it great??“

I smiled, knowing full well there was nothing I could say or do to stop his tirade. “And look! This is my new workbench! You can use it anytime, and-- let me show you how it’s done!“

Twenty minutes later, I stepped back out into the morning sun, arms heavy with Nook’s patented survival bundle, head buzzing with info.

“Awesome! I will repay this trifle of a loan by nighttime, and after that, this island will be mine! Oh boy, I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so rad!“

Or so I thought.

Reality, in fact, was soon to smack me in the face. Hard.

You see, S had told me all about how they had been able to trade bugs and fish for much-needed DiY recipes. “And you’ll be able to craft lotsa useful stuff, like axes, and you’ll need those to find wood and get stones and iron from rocks and build so much amazing objects-- I just can’t even!!“

So, understandably, I was all set to seize the occasion and do the same.

That afternoon, I stepped into Nook’s headquarters with a bucket of fish, looking forward to my bright future as Sleepwalk’s craftmaster, when...

“Oh. I see. well, buddy, I’m afraid I can’t help you at this time,“ Tom said, avoiding my gaze and preferring to stare at one of my flapping mackerels instead.

“What d’you mean?,“ I asked, wiping the sweat from my surprised face.

“Well, it’s kinda embarrassing, but...“ Tom scratched his head before continuing. “You see, every other person no this island came in here, trading their critters for recipes, and... there were more people than I expected and I didn’t take into account this possibility and...“ He sighed. “...I’m all out. I have no more recipes to give you, buddy. Sorry ‘bout that.“

I blinked more times than needed.

“But... what am I supposed to do now?“

Tom shrugged.

“You can still sell your catch to scrounge up a few bells, I suppose. Or you could keep some fish as pet, I dunno.“

“Yes, no, what I mean is...“ I looked around and gestured to the outside world.

“What am I supposed to do?!“

Tom cocked his head and bit his lip. Then, unexpectedly, he flashed me the biggest smile in the universe.

“It’s simple! ENJOY LIFE!“

He slid an arm around my shoulders and began dragging me towards the exit.

“You can fish some more, gather branches and craft a bug net, or-- or or, ehm, take pictures! Yes yes, pictures are nice, you can post them on Twitter and make all your friends jealous, and then Ireallyhavenoideaso GOODBYE FOR NOW!“

And just like that, he shoved me and my broken heart out of his tent and back into Sleepwalk Island’s untamed wilderness.

Needless to say, I was dumbfounded.

Still, I couldn’t stop now. I still had a debt to repay.

So, I took a deep breath and lunged into my activities.

I spent the entire day fishing, and fishing, and catching bugs, and picking fruit, until the sun set, and the fresh night breeze began freezing the sweat on my skin.

I was beyond exhausted, dirty and disheartened. But I was ready, and, most importantly, furious.

The moon was high in the sky when I stepped into Tom’s tent, and found him alone, beer in hand, a stack of paperwork under his muzzle.

“Nook,“ I announced, voice low and gravelly with rage, “check your phone.“

“Oh, PT! I didn’t see you the--“

“Check. Your. Phone.“

I stared at him as he obeyed.

“Ah. Your debt is settled, I see! Now we can think about building you a home proper, yes yes!“ He was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a thin layer of businesslike enthusiasm, but I wasn’t having it.

“Yes, I want my roof blue, thank you. But that is not why I am here.“

I sat on a stool beside him and spread my fingers on his desk.

“Now listen closely, Nook. I did everything you told me. I spent the entire day chasing bugs and I caught so much fish I will stink like one for a month. Then, I took pictures. I took so many my thumbs are sore, and people are wondering wether I am planning to become a professional photographer. And now, here I am, same as when I started, doing ZERO progress cause guess what?!“ I could hear my voice raising in volume, but could do nothing to stop it. “There is nothing to do on this island. Nothing. I can’t craft anything, cause there’s no recipes. And even if I did, I couldn’t craft, or build anything, cause there are no materials for me to gather. But tell me the truth, Tom. This isn’t the same for everybody, is it? No... these things are happening to me and me only. Cause there is nothing for me to do on this island. Ain’t it the truth, Tom?“

When the raccoon looked at me, he did it with his saddest eyes.

“Alright, PT, yes. You want the truth, you shall have it.“

He drew a long, shaky breath and tossed me a beer.

“You see, bud, Sleepwalk is an island. And until not long ago, a deserted one at that.“ He cleared his voice before resuming.

“So, yeah. There isn’t much here. Literally. Resources are awfully scarce. And in order to thrive, you need as much as you can get your paws on, and at times, even that isn’t enough. Sure, people here might seem kind and friendly. But truth is, we’re all locked in a constant fight for survival. Every single one of us. Never forget that.“

“But... But I...“

But I am the mayor, I wanted to yell.

“You are the second human relocator, my friend. It’s a first come first served world, buddy... and you, I’m afraid, arrived a bit late.“

I do not remember walking out of that tent and into the darkness.

I don’t even remember how I ended up on the beach.

All I know, is that I did not sleep last night, busy as I was hugging my tear-soaked knees, wrestling with that crushing realization.

The realization that, on this island, I will never be anything more than... Player Two.

#acnh #animal crossing new horizons #player two

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A Bottle and Some Cards

Chapter 1/?

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Word count: 2,484/2,484

Ao3: Here

Characters: Donatello (main), Casey Jones (main), everyone else

Pairing: Donatello/Casey Jones

Warnings: Aged-Up Character, Drinking Games, Slow Burn (kinda)

Ch 1 / / Ch2 (coming soon) / /

Summary:

Ethanol is the intoxicating part of alcohol and its molecules are so small that they can actually pass into the gaps between brain cells. There it can interfere with the neurotransmitters that enable all the brain’s activities. If you drink fast, alcohol will start to flood the brain. Alcohol affects parts of the brain responsible for self-control. And that is why Donatello did all this dumb shit to himself.

A/N: Just something fun I made for the hell of it. There may be other pairings in this but Idk yet.

This work will be tagged with #B&C tmnt

Chapter 1: Salt and Lime

“Pussy.” Mikey huffed at Casey as the human chugged down his cup of beer. Casey stuck out his middle finger as he drank.

“I’d say sensible,” Donnie chimed in, “the dare said to ‘drink a concoction of whatever the opponent makes using whatever they can find in the kitchen.’”

“Yeah so?” The other’s looked at him dumbfounded. Flashes of Mikey’s bizarre “food” concoctions from when he was a young chief, and them too worried to crush his dreams, flash in their minds.

Taking turns they began to reminisce of his old creations. The ‘Squid Oatmeal Pizza.’ that Raph still swears he saw an eye on. But, as Donnie pointed out at the time, “It could be a raisin. You know, from the the...oatmeal...part?” at least that's what the boys keep telling themselves. They ate the entire pizza that night.

And who could forget the ‘Apple Pizza Pie Suprise’ with ‘All the wonders of both pies together with a twist!’ Poor April, who had not yet tried his creations and was too late to hear the turtle’s warnings, found the twist quickly after chewing on the bite only once. The brother’s had watched helplessly as their best friend’s soul left her body to the depths of hell. The pizza part of this creation was a classic Mikey order that she has seen only once; double anchovies, roasted garlic, chocolate, cappuccino pizza. The only thing that had stopped her from spitting it out before Mikey had walked away was the shock of the taste, it had paralyzed her. All she could do was open her mouth to let the food fall onto her plate and push it directly into the trash next to her. None of the brothers could blame her. She remembers her bite having a certain pop to it that she tried many years to forget.

‘Asian cowboy fusion calzone dude!’ Is what had gotten Karai. By this point, Mikey was a better cook, he would make odd foods for himself all the time still but no one had told Karai. She took a small bite that Mikey offered her but immediately spit it out, much to the turtle’s amusement as he was laughing. She found out later that to Mikey “cowboy” meant beans and s’mores and “Asian” meant teriyaki sauce, ginger, and shrimp. Karai learned an important lesson that day, never trust Mikey’s original cooking.

“And that was all him being nice and trying to cook.” Casey added pouring himself another cup of beer, “This would be him making something bad for my dare.” Everyone shuttered thinking about the horrors that could have been. Except for one bubbly laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right dude.” Mikey took a drink from his cup, “I get creative when I’m drunk so I probably would have killed you.” They all chuckled at this, everyone would have rather drunk.

They loved their weekends together because they got to do this, have fun and laugh. April was in college and spent a lot of time studying, even if she came to the lair at least four times a week. Casey wasn’t in college but he had a job at his local ice arena, he helped teach young kids hockey and did general cleaning and maintenance, that kept him pretty busy. Karai was always busy, over the time she took over the Foot Clan had reclaimed their good name but she was still having to deal with certain people still loyal to Shredder or mob bosses who saw her as an easy hit. Even if they were busy they still would try to gather together every weekend to relax and half fun together. This Friday night, with alcohol already clouding their minds, they were playing Truth, Dare or Drink.

Leaning forward Casey took hold of the bottle and spun it, still leaning forward he plucked up a dare card not looking at the words yet. “Wow, Casey Jones picked dare.” Donnie chaffed, “Did not see that one coming.” Casey smiled cheerfully at the turtle with wide eyes, gap teeth, and a middle finger on both hands. There was a chuckle at their banter, Donnie had become comfortable with it and often looked forward to his time with Casey. They had truly become good friends.

As the sound rolling of glass slowly dulled so did everyone’s voice until both were silent. The neck of the bottle pointing, if a bit vaguely, at Donnie. Mikey oohed with excitement like Casey Mikey enjoyed movement rather than talking so he always preferred dares. Hopefully, this dare won’t be a drink instead.

Dramatically, Casey lifted his arm to point at the turtle, “Donatello! The cards dare you to,” He lifted the card up to read aloud, “do a body shot off your opponent.” There was a chorus of laughs and oos from everyone as Donnie shook his head.

“No, no. I’m not doing that. I’ll drink.” Everyone turned to boo him. “BOOO!” he answered.

“Donnie you haven’t done one dare!”

“Mikey, I’ve only gotten one other dare.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T DO IT!” Mikey was having a hard time trying to understand what Donnie didn’t get about this very simple topic. Just before Donnie could say anything Raph leaned forward from his spot on the couch interjecting their argument.

“Hey come on, it's fine. This is Donnie’s choice.” He paused for a second taking a drink from his cup as everyone looked surprised. He smirked as he pulled the cup away, “And he’s choosing to be a fucking killjoy.” There were a few laughs as Donnie just rolled his eyes, he reached for his cup leaning forward from his spot on the floor.

A hand reached out and stopped his wrist, he followed the hand up to April who had walked over to him from her seat next to Karai. She was crouched down sitting on her heels, he ninja training with the other girls must be going great, he had not even heard her move. “Look, Donnie,” He’s heard that tone of voice before, “if you don’t want to do this that’s fine but you had two easy dares. Just have fun no one will make fun of you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Did you see us make fun of anyone else?” Thinking back Donnie could remember everyone laughing at crazy antics but then just more celebrating all together. When Leo had to let Raph draw on his face with a sharpie everyone was laughing, even Leo now sporting a lovely penis across his forehead among other drawings.

Donnie sighed, might as well give the people what they want, “Alright fine I’ll do it.” he said throwing his hands up. Before he could even stand up Casey and Mikey had already hoped up and started moving to the kitchen laughing and cheering. As everyone else stood and made their way to the kitchen Casey was sitting on the table, legs dangling over the sides, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it to the side. Bent over the open fridge Mikey was looking for the tequila Casey had brought over with the beer. The salt and lime already in his hands as Mikey grabbed the chilled bottle and placed the items on the table. Soon the rest of the group joined them at the table just as Casey began to pull his shirt over his head.

Donatello couldn’t help but see how the human had really grown into his frame, as a scientist observes an animal grow and mature. His muscles were more defined from when he was a gangly kid, his abdomen had the defined lines of muscle. His hips made a V just before his pants, this was accented further due to a small patch of hair leading from his belly button to bellow his pants. Donnie realized this felt different than observing and animal grow and mature, ‘Must be the alcohol.’ he thought to himself, because what else could it be? A shout from Mikey quickly shook him from his trance. “Dude, what the hell!”

“What?!”

“What the fuck is on your nipples?!”

The turtle’s had seen Casey shirtless before but something had changed. Now there was a visible bar of metal going through each nub where there hadn’t been last time. “Oh yeah,” Casey chuckled looking at his chest, “I got my nipples pierced.”

“Well, that part is obvious!” Shouted Raph, “When did you do this?”

“A little after the tongue at a shop.” Raph had known about the tongue. They had gotten their tongue piercing done together by Slash. Sure it may have been a ‘teenage at home piercing’ but it was straight and healed up just fine, that was almost a solid year and a half ago. Donnie rolled his eyes as he got to work cutting the lime, being very careful as he could feel his body sway.

“It’s just body modification, lots of humans do it.” Even though his words were indifferent his eye’s lingered on Casey’s chest, a slight amount of dark hair contrasted with the sparkling silver rings. There was something fascinating about it that just drew in Donnie’s attention, they suited Casey.

“Dude, it’s so weird looking!” Mikey reached forward and poked at the human’s nipple. Normally Casey was cool with being randomly touched by Mikey, especially in a party situation like this. However, as soon as he pressed down on Casey the turtle had his hand pushed away as Casey scooted away on the table with a nervous hum, laugh. He had reached up to covering his nipple with his hand and other arm held up to keep Mikey at a distance.

“Whoa! Ok!” There was still a chuckle with his words, “Hey Mikey lets not touch my nipples ok.” There was a questioning look in his eyes as well as everyone else, Casey shrugged, “They made my nipple more sensitive than I'm used too.” There was a slight pinkness in his cheeks as everyone briefly discussed this new topic. Donatello could feel his face heat up as well, ‘Must be from the alcohol.’ he thought.

Raph snatched the lime slice Donnie had cut and ran the fruit next to Casey’s belly button and poured salt over it, the crystals clung to the lime juice on his skin. After much debate, the group decided to pour the shot into the dip made by Casey’s pronounced collar bone when he leaned his head back. It wasn’t enough to fit an entire shot and he wasn’t allowed to move or he would pour the tequila but it made the body shot feel more authentic, whatever that means. Casey complained slightly about the cold fruit and liquor but no one really cared enough to change anything, besides it was already too late to change anything. So Casey just sat there, neck stretched back, leaning on one arm with a lime slice in his mouth waiting on a certain purple-clad turtle.

Donnie stepped between the human's legs a bit reluctantly, they looked at each other, well as best they could without Casey moving his head. Donnie with his arms crossed, he waited for Casey to back out because surely he would by this point. But he just sat there, lime sticking out of his gap teeth surrounded by a shit-eating grin, Donnie couldn’t let that grin win. After a few more still, silent seconds Donnie took a breath and bent down.

Donatello’s rough tongue ran over the area of salt on the human’s stomach, he could feel Casey tense slightly under his tongue, he could feel the soft, warm skin as it contracted against muscle. Donnie ran over the slight dip were his abs were more defined, he couldn’t taste the human over the tart lime and salt but some animalistic part of him wanted to. Some inner part of his brain wanted to bite the human. Vaguely in the distance, he could hear hoots of encouragement but they were drowned out by the sound of hot blood rushing to his head. Still, they pulled him back to the task at hand, already forgetting his primal thought.

As Donnie stood he rested his hands on either side of Casey on the table, he leaned forward and touched his lips to the human’s collar bone and the tequila. Donnie could have sworn he heard Casey’s breath hitch over the chorus of cheers when his tongue lightly ran over the soft alcohol wet skin. With a loud, almost comically, disruptive slurp Donnie had swallowed the alcohol, it burned his throat but the salt helped.

Moving on, he leaned forward to take the lime from the other’s mouth, he bit down and pulled only to be met with resistance. Casey held onto the lime with a smirk forcing Donnie to play a game of tug o’ war for the lime, very annoying.

The turtle looked up to glare at Casey only to find black eyes already looking at him and it felt like time had frozen. Donnie wondered if he had ever looked at Casey’s eyes. Donnie thought that he had eyes like the deepest water, black and bottomless pools of onyx trying to pull the turtle in. For a moment he thought he could explore those eyes for hours trying to find their end and never get tired.

Snapped out of his daze by Casey letting go of the lime causing Donnie to stumble back from his own tugging. This earned a chuckle from the group followed by pats on his shell and congratulations. Smiling and laughing with everyone he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat faster and harder in his chest. He glanced over at Casey and saw him putting his shirt back on and laughing with Raph about how he jumped off the table and almost fall.

Everyone was using this time to talk about what had been happening in the game and to grab more snacks and drinks. Also to pet Ice Cream Kitty, like a lot. A few people cried. Petting Ice Cream Kitty is serious business. Donnie was pouring bags of snacks into different bowls when his eye’s drifted to Casey once or twice, looking for something. He was standing in front of the open freezer having just put whipped cream on the sugary cat, he then tipped his head back to fill his mouth with whipped cream. Donnie watched as his long neck stretched back, Donnie remembered how soft his skin felt against the harsh salt taste. A more animalistic part of his brain said something but it was muffled in the back of his mind.

“Don, you ok?” April’s voice pulled him out of his daze and he realized he has spilled quite a few pretzels.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine just lost focus.” He smiled and worked to clean up the spilled pretzels. Why was he so fascinated by Casey?

‘Must be from the alcohol.’ he thought.

Notes:

Hope you liked it! I know nothing happened yet. Bummer. Well, the next chapter will be coming soon! Sometime next week Maybe

#donatello #Donnie #casey jones #jonatello #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #donatello 2012 #B&C tmnt

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Queen of Hearts (Ch. 12)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Here’s a long awaited NSFW part! Enjoy! As always if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list let me know.

Word Count: 1977

Summary: Emma and Liam try to rally the crowds at Applewood, but how successful are they? Emma and Drake sneak off at the spa after a stressful day, but they’re caught. What will this mean for the arrangement?

Chapter 12: Perfect (Ed Sheeran)

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes you're holding mine

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes

“This is it.” Emma took a deep breath and stepped off the train. The smoke wasn't visible in the sky anymore, just a slight haze, but with every breath it still burned their nostrils, reminding them of the horror that had just happened.

“It looks the same, I mean I know they didn't attack the estate but, I was…” Hana struggled to find the right words.

“Expecting more doom and gloom?” Maxwell finished, she nodded.

“I was expecting it to be reflected around us, in the people, in the estate.” Liam's voice was hollow.

“I think we will at the press conference.” Even Drake's voice didn't have its usual sharp tone to it. Everyone felt the blow from the attackers this time.

“I don't know that I can see the orchard like this, it was bad enough in the video.” Maxwell was frozen in place, reflecting what everyone was thinking.

“Well we have to; the press is expecting us.” Madeleine ushered everyone down the path. All of them, even Madeleine, stopping dead in their tracks at the sight. There wasn't a single tree untouched, piles of ash that used to be sparkling Cordonian rubies littered the ground. Charred ladders and basket remains strewn throughout the decay.

“Keep going.” She whispered. They shuffled forward like zombies, stunned by just how horrific it was in person.

“I don't know that I can do this. How can I reassure my people, if when I leave something like this happens!”

“People will be reassured just by seeing us up there. You need to start believing in yourself if you're going to be a successful king.” He stopped and took in Emma's words, she was right, she was always right about stuff like this, it was why he picked her, why he fell in love with her. As they made their way to the podium, Emma spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

“Olivia?” Liam was just as surprised to see her.

“I came as soon as I heard. Burning down the orchard? Cowards. I knew you would need the support, and I will bring the wrath of the Nevrakis name down upon them!”

“Thank you, Olivia, it really means a lot.” Liam gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm, everyone noticed the intimate touch, more importantly that it wasn't Emma. Madeleine coughed, and Liam quickly drew his hand away.

“Get out there and stay calm.” Olivia scoffed.

“Now isn't the time to be calm. People are angry! You should be too! Show the people that you care about them, about this!” Olivia had a point, now wasn't the time to be stoic, it was time to show the people that they were one of them, they understood how angry and scared they were. They stepped in front of the crowd and were met with question after question, it was almost impossible to hear them all. Liam remained calm, keeping his face neutral and his words reassuring as he had practiced so many times before, but it didn't resonate with the crowd. Emma knew she needed to step in, she let her anger flow freely, promising vengeance on the people responsible. The crowd responded, she seemed to understand them, to be one of them. Madeleine led them away from the crowd to the ashes where a small hole had been dug, a place for the new sapling. Emma's mind wandered to the social season, she had been crowned Apple Queen and planted a tree similar to the one in her hands now, it all seemed so long ago. Standing up with dirt and ash on her hands she became even angrier, she rallied the people once more, making a bold statement to their enemies that they wouldn't give up. It was exactly what the people needed.

After the crowd had dispersed, Emma spotted some kids at the edge of orchard with a soccer ball, they looked defeated. They argued with each other as Emma turned to the others. They needed to cheer these kids up. Mara was of course concerned about security, but they were kids, they weren't going to do anything with a soccer ball. Drake of course was the first one offering to step up if something happened, Emma was going to have a talk with him about that. If something happened to Drake she wasn't sure what she would do, she might find a way to bring him back, just so she could kill him herself. They offered to play soccer with the kids, it was therapeutic for Emma, she hadn't played soccer since high school but kicking the ball around, running with her friends and laughing, she was able to forget at least for a little while, all their problems. Drake and Liam even got into their competitive spirit with each other. The others began breathing hard, wiped out from the game but Emma was energized, she felt like she could continue to play all day, but with the white flag raised, it was time to call it quits. As a final thought, Liam offered to open the manor for the kids who used to play soccer in the orchard. They ran off to tell their friends and Emma turned to him.

“That was really nice of you Liam.” She put her hand on his arm and smiled. He smiled back.

“Well someone told me to stop acting like a prick. I thought it was good advice.”

“Really? She sounds kinda like a bitch.” Liam chuckled.

“No. Just a good friend.” Liam winked as Madeleine came over.

“That was a good PR stunt, playing with the children.” Emma rolled her eyes, the peace she had from playing gone.

“Not everything's about publicity.” Madeleine rolled her eyes this time.

“Anyone else feel all sweaty and exhausted?” Maxwell cut in. Everyone mumbled in agreement.

“Let's go to the spa! It's the same one we went to after the barn raising.” Hana suggested. A spa day sounded exactly like what they all needed. Everyone climbed into the water, their sore muscles finding some relief. Maxwell spotted some bottles of apple cider and just like that, the mood shifted again. The orchard had been there for ages and meant a lot to people, to the county, it wasn't a loss they could just move on from. After a brief toast, Drake slid up to Emma, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I think I saw a private sauna on the way in here.” Emma played coy.

“What are you suggesting Drake?”

“I'm suggesting that we sneak off, it's kind of our thing after all.”

“I would have you know, I'm a lady Mr. Walker. I wouldn't just sneak off for the fun of it.” Drake playfully rolled his eyes.

“I want some quality alone time with you Barnes. For the past week or so we've just been surrounded by people, hiding our secret. I might even give you a massage.”

“Let's be honest, you had me at alone time.” She giggled, making sure their friends were distracted before following Drake.

“It feels like it's been forever since we were here last. Everything's changed now.” She trailed off.

“It was before we had cleared your name.”

“We hadn't even come clean about our undying love for each other.”

“To think, if I had never walked into that bar, we wouldn't be here today.” Emma snorted.

“We still wouldn't be here today if you'd of had your way. You kept me at arm’s length as I tore down you walls.” She grabbed Drake's hand and squeezed.

“Yeah, well you never stopped fighting and finally one day I did. Best decision I've ever made Barnes. Even if I don't get to tell the world it doesn't matter, I get to tell you every day how much I love you and that's enough for me because you are my world Em.” she felt tears welling up in her eyes, she felt like the luckiest girl in the universe.

“I'm a better, happier person when I'm with you. Despite everything, no matter how bad it gets, I'm still the best version of myself if you're there.”

“I thought you were perfect from the start.” Emma leaned in and cupped Drake's cheek, planting a soft gently kiss on his lips.

“It's moments like this that reassure me that we'll get through this.”

“I wouldn't trade this for anything.” They stared at each other and let their worries wash away for the time being, present in the moment.

“I believe massages were promised, let me give you one.” Drake raised an eyebrow.

“You sure Barnes? You've been under a lot of stress lately.”

“I'm sure Drake, I can see how tense you are. I know you're still having nightmares, I know you. Take some time and relax.” Drake shrugged and turned around, so Emma could reach his back. She rubbed up and down, careful of his shoulder, trying her best to get the knots. Drake began to drool, it felt so good. Emma chuckled.

“Are you really drooling right now?” Drake grinned and turned to face Emma.

“Maybe. Just like the first time I saw you in a towel, I couldn't help myself.” Emma playfully pushed Drake.

“It's stupid how head over heels I am in love with you Barnes.” He shook his head.

“If it makes you feel any better, I never stopped thinking about you in a towel, wondering if I would ever be so lucky to see what was underneath. Emma gently tugged at the edge of his towel. Without warning, Drake's lips crashed into hers and they fell back onto the bench.

“This towel is blocking my view.” Emma put her arms up and Drake undid the towel, reveling at the sight of her

“Are you going to stare all day or are you going to keep kissing--” Drake cut off her question with another hungry, lingering kiss as his fingers teased her entrance. Emma moaned against his lips, gasping as he slipped one, then two fingers inside her and began pumping.

“You're so wet for me.” Drake whispered biting her lower lip, knowing it drove her crazy. He continued to pump as he sucked just behind her ear, knowing that her hair would cover the mark he was leaving.

“Drake. Oh!” Drake stopped as he felt her cum on his fingers. He pulled them out and sucked on them, one by one.

“Taste yourself Barnes. You taste so good.” He put his finger in her mouth and she tasted herself on him before pulling him down for another kiss, his bulge pushing against the towel.

“I want you Drake.” She pushed him upright and ripped the towel off, eager to free his hard length.

“You're so sexy.” He growled as she sauntered over and lowered herself onto him. She began rocking her hips and Drake moaned in response.

“Barnes.” he moved in unison with her and she tangled her hands in his hair as waves of pleasure rolled over her. They were close, Emma shifted her hips and both of them increased their speed. Suddenly they heard their friends voices outside, but it was too late. Emma and Drake came together, calling out each other's names.

“Ooh! Barnes!”

“Drake! Yes!” There was a knock on the door, neither of them daring to make a sound.

“Get a room!” Maxwell yelled from the other side.

“We've got one already!” Drake yelled back, both of them embarrassed, caught by their friends. Someone jokingly wiggled the door knob as Emma and Drake composed themselves, their friends moving on to a different part of the spa. Later that night at Applewood Manor, everyone seemed relaxed but exhausted, no one saying anything else about Drake and Emma sneaking off. It wasn't until Drake saw Liam scowling, headed straight for Emma that he knew, they'd screwed up.

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A little Vampire thing for ya

Meant as an aside to Son of God, Son of Man (if you went for the happy ending) and also because I don’t know how long or how evil I want to be with that werewolf one yet.

CW: Self-harm, blood-drinking, kinda dubious morality

It had been three weeks since Giorno had found Mista's cottage on the outskirts of the Joestar territory.

At first, Mista was worried the blond wouldn't join him, wouldn't leave that cursed land behind. He had agreed to the burning of the keep, allowed Mista to take some relics, some proof of the whole ordeal, but they parted ways at the gate, 'unfinished business, you understand, yes?' Mista didn't but let Giorno go anyway. Regret turned to pining turned to a kind of desperation, then a question of if the blond existed at all- only the gloves offering any tangible proof. His brief return to the city was spent in a haze, sadness and longing blinding him and perforating his memory, leaving wide gaps of lost time.

It cleared, if only slightly, with the fresh air of the countryside, with the monotony of simple chores, but the endless waiting wore away at his mind. When Giorno finally came for him, sneaking in under the moonlight, finding Mista sitting despondent on the edge of his bed, eyes shut but still upright, he hadn't believed it was real- but Giorno was patient, and held his cheeks through the tears, whispering soft things through the night. When Mista woke up that next morning arms wrapped tight around a sleeping, breathing, genuine Giorno in his arms, he cried again. The last bullet may have been a dud, and the dhampir or homunculus or whatever the blond was had continued to live, but his departure still felt as final as death.

The days after were full of touching, the barest at first to make sure he wasn't some illusion, and little by little it got easier. The heartbreak dulled, the nightmares waned, the gardening and housework a little less all encompassing. Now, three weeks since Giorno arrived, a new problem arose. He honestly would have missed noticing it if he hadn't become so tactile and attentive (he hated to use the term ‘clingy’).

It started with with furtive glaces, at wrists and the tan column of Mista's neck. The blond slept nuzzled against the former hunter, lips pressed to his throat, a hand over his heart, sometimes kissing gently, before catching himself and moving away. Mista had an inkling of what this meant and was rather surprised it took so long to remember why it was even a thing. It was not a stretch to assume Giorno drank blood, drank his blood at one time before probably, likely craved it as his vampiric sire did.

He didn't know how often, how necessary, anything else though- the blond rarely spoke of his past and Mista was never taught anything of that nature. His knowledge of vampires and their kind extended as far as identification and eradication. Neither were helpful in the care-taking of the amalgamation that made up Giorno. Mista had gone back to the lab as Giorno had dropped down to inspect the remnants smeared atop the chapel spire, perused as much of that disgusting material as be could handle, until he ran out of stomach contents to vomit up.

Most of it went over his head, safe to say most all of it, there were too many equations and hideous diagrams to really parse out much, and he dared not sneak any of it out. Giorno was one of a kind and once of a kind, about seventy-five years old give or take according to the dates and had the attributes of both vampire and human. Dhamphir was a close match, the union of human and vampire but was still just a dead bloodsucker with more humanistic ideals. Giorno was very much alive. A homunculus came close too- an artificial human that breathed and ate and was alive, but hollow like a doll, impressionable. Giorno was neither hollow or impressionable. The notes proved to be rather useless in terms of describing what the blond was, or his needs, and the subject himself was even less unhelpful about it.

The breaking point came during the evening, after a particularly longing look at Mista's exposed wrist.

"Giorno," Mista sighed low, "I know you are hungry. Talk to me."

Guilt flashed across the blond's face, replaced by feigned innocence, "we ate not long ago."

He knew this conversation would be tough, but refused to get testy, at least for now, "you know that's not what I meant."

Giorno got up and stoked the fire in the hearth, completely unnecessary and likely a move to try and stall, evade, fidget until the topic was dropped, not that Mista would let him, "I don't know what you mean."

Lies, boldfaced as ever, so it was time to just get to the point, "you drink blood. When was the last time?"

It was a touchy subject that had always been brought up in roundabout ways only to be immediately set back down, the tensing in Giorno's shoulders proof enough of how unprepared he was, "I don't-"

"Answer me, Giorno. I know you do, so tell me how often."

The blond paused, tilted his face back to meet Mista's eyes, fury and disdain burning in pretty blue, "so what? You can feed me some poor villager?"

Livid, Giorno straightened, "any urges are my own, and I refuse to act on them. I will not cause any more suffering. I will continue to go without."

Self-righteous bullshit had always pissed Mista off and Giorno was missing the point. Not to mention assuming he'd capture villagers to feed to him? He didn't even know what to say, he was too angry, too disgusted at the thought, the implication-

Where words wouldn't cut it, action, and a knife would. Mista unsheathed his knife with one hand and snatched Giorno's empty mug from table with a sharp movement that got the blond's bristling attention. What held it- as Mista knew it would- was the knife edge slicing a deep line across a tan wrist, blood dribbling out in a mild stream, filling the cup halfway before beginning to slow to a trickle as the blood clotted. The shift in Giorno's stance was instant; wary and alert switching to a hungry yearning, blue eyes wide and focused entirely on red, Adams apple bobbing as he reflexively swallowed.

Anger slipped to nervous uncertainty, but Mista was committed- to both this... experiment or whatever, and to Giorno. Setting the dripping blade down gently on the table, the ex-hunter picked up the mug with his clean hand, stepping slow to offer it to the blond. The movement seemed to snap the blond out of his daze, startling him back a step, eyes still drawn to the blade and Mista's seeping wrist, before settling on the mug being offered from an outstretched arm. There were protests, he could see them forming on a pale face, but they couldn't quite make it past pink lips or leave the pinker tongue darting out to wet them.

"Go on, Giorno."

Blue flicked up then back, still so unsure, disbelieving, so Mista continued, "it's okay, take it."

Scarred alabaster shook as they reached, grasping the mug like it was a holy goblet, reverence mixed with desire and such hunger-

Heart-stopping as Mista watched him tentatively tip the mug filled with his lifeblood to his lips and drink a sip at first, until ravenous need overtook him, swallowing down furiously and quick. Euphoria was painted across his face, a shiver of ecstasy coursing down his frame as his tongue chased the red straying from his lips to his chin.

Erotic.

That's how it looked.

Erotic and Mista was transfixed until a particularly sharp throb in his wrist drew his attention back down the lazily oozing slit on his wrist. Stitches were easy, and Giorno calmed down quickly, but the blond still slept with his mouth to Mista's neck.

He never did say how long it would be until he got hungry again.

The thin gash on his wrist had already healed by the time the looks returned, turning a nice brownish pink to join the others on his arm as Giorno struggled to express his hunger. He clearly didn't want to ask, probably hated to, but Mista knew what to expect now, knew what to look for. He went close to three months and that was doable, far less often than a true vampire or even a damphir. The slit on his wrist was reopened again, and again, months passing in a blur of peaceful simplicity.

Occasionally a preacher would come by and Giorno would have to hide, but the visits were infrequent and usually fairly short, just curious holy-men asking about things better left in the past. They often asked if he lived alone, if he had found any survivors of Dio Brando's tyranny, if he found anything interesting in the keep; his answer was always yes, no, nothing at all. He had never lied to a clergyman before, but it got easier each time, and each untruth weighed a little less heavy than the last.

Mista enjoyed his freedom, his cottage and the things in it, his companion. They had only gotten closer, tangling easily as the days passed, already sharing so much. Giorno was easy to read in that he was difficult to read- in a backwards way. He had masks with tiny chips, strange habits he slipped into like old shoes, an infallible aura that hid his trembles and unsteadiness. Giorno was broken in strange places, not entirely whole in others, and not a naturally honest person.

He was deeply scared of the dark, would panic at having too many walls, feeling encased. Hated loud sounds and too fast movement. He cried when anything died, cared too much with no real outlet, like water held in a dam. He was oddly cold and distant despite this; warm to the touch and always nearby yet untouchable. Not aloof but... something else further away. He was wary and secretive, but months of patience and care opened him up, and Mista was rewarded with carefully given scraps, as if he gave too much he might unravel. He smiled with his eyes more than his lips, and talked more with his hands than his mouth. He was unobservant in odd ways, would miss easily noticeable things but would hyper-fixate on the smallest of changes. He wore guilt like a shroud, hidden under a calm veneer of confidence and certainty, righteousness that mourned every loss and shortcoming along the way.

Mista loved him dearly, told him sometimes in the dark, whispered despite there being no one for miles that would see them tucked up against each other. Giorno would do the same, using his hands if he couldn't get out the words, using his lips to speak them without sound when he thought Mista was asleep.

The blood from the cut started to not be enough.

Three months became two and a half, became two.

He didn't know why and Giorno was ashamed. Anybody else wouldn't be able to tell, the blond's shoulders were just as squared, back just as straight, eyes bright and forward. But he would lapse sometimes- never held eye contact for long, face settling into more of a frown rather than a neutral resting pout. It was like him to take his inability to keep going for more than two months as a personal affront, but it didn't really solve anything.

Mista had a scant few ideas on how to fix it, and most of the ones he did have were promising in theory but terrifying in practice. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous about trying his most prospective idea out, so much so that Giorno went a painful two and a half months before he relented. Giorno never complained, not for the whole time, but there was shaking, a deep lethargy, and a confused weakness settling in his hands and mind. Mista's shame outweighed his anxiety, and in the evening he rolled up the sleeve to his disfigured and mangled arm and grabbed the knife. Giorno's medicine worked perfectly and did nothing cosmetic, but it was a small price to pay.

Seeing the knife and exposed arm had the blond perking up unconsciously, but there was no cup this time. The knife was a pretty silver thing, one he had brought with him to the keep. His pistol had long been interred in some church and he used a game hunters crossbow now anyway. But the knife didn't touch his wrist, just held loosely in his hand as Mista stretched his wrist over to the confused blond, curled up in a wicker chair to hide his hungry trembles. Blue eyes glanced at his scarred wrist then back up, questioning, uncertain, a glimmer of fear lurking behind dulled fire.

Mista was scared too, squared his shoulders anyway, "we're tryin' somethin' new."

"Are you sure?"

Mista was never less sure in his life, was terrified of what was about to happen, what he might have to do, what might happen if it worked- but Giorno needed to know none of that.

So Mista went for casual, feigned a steady voice, "absolutely positive."

Giorno didn't believe him for a second, and to be fair Mista didn't believe himself either, but repeating lies enough times made them truths, or something along those lines. Sky blue eyes watched Mista's face as his pale hands touched his wrist, gentle and cautious, like a wild animal being offered food. The imagery was not far from the mark. Slow and without breaking eye contact, a tan wrist was raised up to plush lips, opening to reveal long canines with menacing hooked tips.

Mista's heart was already pounding hard, but the sight made it lurch into a harsh staccato as adrenaline poured into his blood. No doubt Giorno could hear and feel it, and morbidly Mista wondered if it might effect the taste. That soft pink tongue came out instead, licking a wet line above the ugly scar in an oddly soothing way before the teeth came down, popping two punctures into the vein of his wrist. The hooks tore through flesh in a painful yet dulled way- like his head was supplying the pain that he knew should be there. That all was lost though, in the wake of retracting teeth and an eager mouth sucking and licking bronze skin.

His wrist was rapidly becoming sensitive, like the skin of his inner thigh or behind his ears after too much attention, and it had him panting for breath as sudden arousal burned through him fast and hot. Giorno drinking his blood from a cup was erotic, but this was... charged, distinctly sexual feeling in a strange and impossible way. The sensations were becoming too much, and his grip on the silver knife tightened reflexively, he should stop-

Giorno licked once, twice, picked up some stray drops before pulling back on his own, pale cheeks pinked, red dripping and smeared across his mouth. His eyes were half-lidded lost in utter bliss as he cleaned his fingers and chin like a cat. The puncture wounds were already closing, fading into odd little raised bumps, completely innocuous unless you searched well. The burning fire in his gut hadn't subsided at all, an unnameable desire for something that Mista had no idea how to express.

Giorno though, flicked those heavy eyes up at him, leaping up faster than Mista could track in his current hazy state, meshed their lips together in a coppery, possessive, biting kiss. The fiery urge screamed in triumphant ecstasy, crying 'yes, this, this is what I want', and Mista moved to kiss away the tang of blood with a urgency of his own, walking them over to fall onto the bed.

The heat was sweltering throughout the night, ebbing as slow as the passionate drive that held his mind and body, leaving him tired yet satisfied and drained yet fulfilled. It was five- almost six months before Giorno even began to show signs of hunger again, and feeding from the wrist got easier. It was hard to be afraid of the process as he did it more since it felt so impossibly good.

Time continued to pass, the church visited less, Father Buccelati stopped by when letters became too infrequent, the chickens continued to lay, and a calf was born. Winters and summers passed by in a steady cycle. Mista grew broader, stronger, but his joints began to ache with the cold and in storms while Giorno remained unchanged. His wrists got worse- whether from years of sharpshooting and hunting or what they didn't know, but when it came time for Giorno to eat, they hurt too much and the blond refused to add any extra pain.

It seemed feeble to the former hunter, there was no longer anything remotely painful about Giorno's fangs, but the blond insisted and said he'd wait until the chill let up. It was a harsh winter though, and the chill hurt the bones in his arms, the old fractures in his ribs aching with the frigid air in his lungs. Distantly Mista wondered if maybe he had gotten old somehow despite being so young still. Giorno was sympathetic if a little bit... overbearing, he took the ex-hunter's health incredibly serious, despite it just being some aches. It became too much too quick, thoughtful long since turned into an oppressively stifling blanket, compounded by the rapid deterioration of Giorno's endurance.

When his shaking hands dropped his favorite mug full of warm tea for the former hunter, crashing it to pieces, Mista had enough. Giorno was offered a neck, graciously and gently taken, and the fire burned hotter than ever before. Pain was forgotten for a brief few days, instead an intoxicating yearning took its place. Giorno took care of that too.

Six months turned to over a year, long enough for Mista to lose track, to no longer care. He'd grown to love the press of fangs, and idly wondered if that was the fate of all who fell prey to vampires and their ilk. He lost the ability to care about that too, he had earned what he had set out to earn, gained something unexpected, and ended up dedicating everything to it.

It was late, too late, he hadn't thought to ask until so much time had passed he lost count when he finally asked Giorno to stay with him. Giorno smiled down at him, cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead, promised him he would stay forever.

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nekoabi · 6 years

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ALL 65

*cracks thumbs* Let’s do this!

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? Nah - I think… This question is hurting my brain…

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?Probably like a 1.25, so like a lil but not a lot.

3. The person you would never want to meet?The person who is to kill me, probs

4. What is your favorite word?Lousy is a nice word to say

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?Crab Apple Tree, because it is described as having an “irregular, rounded shape”

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?Ughhh… why am I awake so early…

7. What shirt are you wearing?My “All Hail the Glowcloud” shirt from the most recent WTNV tour

8. What do you label yourself as?Edgy

9. Bright room or dark room?Dark Room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?Thinking about sending my mum a birthday message, and talking with @illisienthar

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?Actually, my current age, 21 - I’m actually kinda enjoying life a little more

12. Who told you they loved you last?@illisienthar, I think

13. Your worst enemy?This one guy who I cannot stand the voice of and just his general demeanour gets on my last freaking nerve… also he was a racist piece of shit one time and he makes me uncomfortable…

14. What is your current desktop picture?This gorgeous piece of artwork by ryky

15. Do you like someone?I mean, yeah… I kinda always do…

16. The last song you listened to?But It’s Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?Um… can I do a cop-out and say the next person who is about to die so that way I’m not really fully responsible for their death as they were about to die that second anyway????

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?Nigel Farage… but then that would mean a) getting near him and b) touching his person. I’ll go with… @seventhdisaster instead ;)

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?@seventhdisaster and he would do anything i told him to!

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)My hair, 100%, no thought needed lmao

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?Short, ginger, long hair, slight chub - I’d probably freak out and be like “what why”

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?I mean, I can fit my fist in my mouth? Does that count? #mypartytrick

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?I guess I’m pretty unique in that I’m seemingly afraid of almost everything… Whoops?

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.White Bread, Ketchup, Sliced Turkey Meat, Ready Salted Crisps. Boom. Sounds gross to some, fucking delicious m8s.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?Probably on stuff to make cosplay since I’m really in that mood rn.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?Australia, so I can see my good friend @alreadyentendu

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?Ummm… well, I don’t drink to the point of barely knowing anything about alcohol. If I could make a deal to get a lifetime supply of Irn Bru, then that would be my choice.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? #nodeathallowed

29. What is your favorite expletive?fuck - its so versatile

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?Laptop. Easy question.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?Oh boy, probably my horrendous experience singing at the local Waitrose back in year 11 where I fucking forgot all the words, forgot the entire song, had classmates all around me - both in the group that were singing and working at the store, and also my cousin around to hear it all… Ughhh, still can’t listen to What’s This? without dying inside…

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!Probs Norway, it’s really pretty and I really like it there (plz take me in @seventhdisaster @t2norway)

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?Am I heartless for wanting to pick my cat over my grandma? I would go with grandma tho, would make my dad very happy

34. What was your last dream about?Uhhh… the last one I can remember was a friend and myself being chased by police, me hiding in a house that i apparently lived in, being caught in there by my “mother” and being kicked out, sneaking back into the house, getting caught and being hidden by a “brother” and then being caught AGAIN by “mother”. Then the police come and search the room (for some reason) and they are expecting to find something incriminating about myself and find a drawer that is splattered with red paint or something and they think it’s blood and i try to prove my innocence and stuff, ends with me waking up in tears… I forgot some details, but you get the gist

35. Are you a good….showman?LMAOOOOO NOPE, at least I don’t think so… I can be alright once I get used to it, but most of the time I’m p. bad (excluding when i’m being a showman to hide how i really feel inside)

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?Not really “admitted”, but I did have to go in for a blood test once and that was horrendous

37. Have you ever built a snowman?Yeah, once… it wasn’t the prettiest, but it was fun!

38. What is the color of your socks?WHO NEEDS SOCKS?! but usually they’re multicoloured/patterned

39. What type of music do you like?I guess Alternative/Emo/Goth is the best label for it, anything that’s kinda heavy is good for me

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?Sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?I don’t like milkshakes… or milk in general… I know, I’m a freak

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)What’s a sport?

43. Do you have any scars?I have a scar near the tip of my index finger where I cut myself with safety scissors during Sports Day once.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?Working with live Sound for performances or Stage Management, or propping

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?Probably be thinner without having to work for it

46. Are you reliable?I’d like to think I am, I do what I say I am going to most of the time - and usually a lil early, if I can

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?Am I still with The Internet Support Group?

48. Do you hold grudges?I can do, but it’s all relative and I do try to give people second chances - but I am likely to not forget what they did…

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?A Fox Cat!

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?Possibly discussions about death that I have with a fair amount of people

51. Are you a good liar?Probably… I’ve not been caught yet

52. How long could you go without talking?I’ve been a full day or so without talking before, and I could probably do longer - I’m gonna put myself at like 3 days, maybe

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?My fringe with the middle parting… Ughhhh

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?Once or twice in Cooking class.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?Haaaaaaaaa accents are not my thing at all!

56. What do you like on your toast?Nutella

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?A heart

58. What would be you dream car?One that works!!

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.I sing in the shower when I am alone in the house. As for unusual habits, I’ve been told it’s weird that I don’t face the shower.

60. Do you believe in aliens?Well, yeah…

61. Do you often read your horoscope?When I see it, I’ll do it for a laugh

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?Ys are fun to write

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?Dragons! The crazy things that you can come up with for them, ahh! I love it!

64. What do you think about babies?Can be cute from a distance, not about to have any of my own!

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. How u doin?I’m doing alright, had a decent day overall

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emospritelet · 7 years

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Pixie Dust - chapter 16

Two fluffy chapters in a row. I’ll probably have to kill someone. Still, angst and smut are hovering on the horizon, so there’s that :)

Anyway, the festive season is in full swing, and Neal and Ruby attempt to match-make

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Christmas Day began early, with warm cinnamon pastries and coffee, and the exchange of presents: books and music, chocolates and knitwear, whisky and wine. Belle started on the turkey as Neal and Gold cleared away crumpled patterned paper and ribbons, their gifts sitting in piles waiting to be taken to their rooms. Bringing the meal together was a feat of organisation and impeccable timing, but it was one she enjoyed, and she and Gold prepared roast potatoes, wedges of roasted squash and buttered collard greens. There were pigs in blankets, crisp and chewy with bacon fat, spiced red cabbage cooked with red wine and apples, and a rich chestnut stuffing with fresh sage and thyme. They sat down to eat at just after two, and even Neal was quiet as they ate their fill of the turkey and trimmings. Belle drank a glass of champagne and another of red wine, the flavours of roasted meat making her mouth water, the alcohol flushing her cheeks.

Eventually they had eaten enough, and Belle caught Gold’s eye, grinning happily as she cleared her plate of the last of the turkey, and sat back with a sigh.

“That,” declared Neal, “was awesome! Ten out of ten, you guys.”

“My pleasure,” said Belle, holding out her glass for Gold to fill. “Although I don’t think I can move now.”

“Neal and I can wash up,” said Gold, ignoring Neal’s grumble.

“Can I have cake first?” he asked, and Gold sighed.

“Do you have hollow legs or something?”

“Yep.” Neal winked at him. “Just waiting to be filled with chocolate buttercream. Come on, you know you want a piece!”

Gold winked at him, and Belle rolled her eyes.

“I’ll get it,” she sighed.

She cut three slices of the chocolate Yule log, putting them on plates with a scoop of thick brandy cream. They all dug in, Gold and Neal making noises of enjoyment, which were cut off by the ringing of Neal’s phone. He groaned, licking chocolate from his thumb and swiping the screen to answer.

“Hey Mum.” Neal pushed up from the table. “Yeah, Merry Christmas. I tried to call earlier.”

He began pacing back and forth, before going out into the hall, but Gold and Belle could still hear one side of the conversation.

“Nah, it’s cool. Dad and Belle did a kickass turkey, and now we’re having cake.” There was a pause. “Belle. Dad’s roommate. No, Belle.” Another pause. “Yes, obviously she’s a woman.”

Belle and Gold glanced at one another, amused.

“I don’t know, early twenties? Why?” Silence. “Look, Mum, that’s not…” There was a sigh. “No. Look, did you like your present? Uh-huh?” A pause. “Great. Yeah, thanks, I got the cash.” Another long-suffering sigh. “Fine, tell him I said hi. Yeah, okay. Love you. Merry Christmas!”

Gold smirked a little, turning back to his cake, and Neal came back in the room, muttering under his breath.

“Is your mother well?” asked Gold, and Neal wrinkled his nose.

“Kinda drunk, I think,” he said. “But yeah.” He sat down at the table, picking up his spoon. “Very interested to know what you’re doing ‘shacked up with a woman half your age like some old pervert’. Her words, not mine.”

Belle giggled, ducking her head as she blushed, and Gold rolled his eyes.

“Charming as ever, I see,” he said dryly, and Neal shrugged.

“Yeah, well, you know how she is,” he said, cutting a piece of cake. “She hates to think you might actually be enjoying yourself.”

Gold smirked. “How unfortunate,” he said, and licked cream from his spoon.

Belle relaxed in the lounge after dinner, Gold and Neal cleaning up the kitchen while she sat back and drank a gin and tonic, her feet up on cushions. They talked until late, the fire crackling in the background, music playing, and despite the lack of glamorous guests, expensive outfits and perfectly presented food, it was the best Christmas she had had in years. It was like feeling part of a family again.

Neal flopped down on the couch next to her as the clock ticked towards eleven, and Gold walked back into the lounge from the kitchen, carrying fresh drinks. Brandy swirled in the glasses, and Belle stood up to take hers. Neal gestured at the ceiling light with a can of beer.

“I hung mistletoe from that thing days ago, and you guys aren’t following tradition,” he complained.

“You know, you can kiss a parent on the cheek without the need for a poisonous parasite hanging around,” said Gold dryly.

“Tell that to Killian,” grumbled Neal, and Belle giggled.

“Besides,” he added. “I wasn’t about to kiss you, Pops, I was saying Belle should. You know, since you’re too chicken to kiss her.”

Gold shot him a warning look, but Belle rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” she said, feeling wonderfully tipsy and uninhibited. “I guess if it’s tradition…”

She turned to Gold, rising up on her toes, and kissed his cheek, making him blink rapidly.

“Lame…” said Neal, and took a swig of his beer. “Come on, you can do better than that!”

“You’re grounded,” said Gold evenly.

“No, I’m not!” Neal huffed air out through his lips, harrumphing like a horse, and Gold looked as though he was trying not to smile.

“Fine, then you’re cut off. How many of my beers have you drunk, anyway?”

“Come on!” complained Neal spreading his hands. “Don’t be a jerk, it’s Christmas!”

Gold glanced at Belle, and she grinned up at him, enjoying the teasing. He looked nervous, and the smile fell from her face a little. Oh. Right. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss you, you idiot. It was a job, remember? It meant nothing.

“You won’t burst into flames, Dad,” said Neal dryly and it was Gold’s turn to roll his eyes. He reached up a little hesitantly, and cupped Belle’s cheek with a warm hand. She could smell soap on his hands, and a faint hint of his own scent. He shifted his feet, bending to press a kiss to her forehead, and she felt a shiver go through her at the feel of his lips on her skin.

“Guess I’m never getting a kid brother,” muttered Neal.

“Neal!”

“Kidding! Lighten up!” He pushed up off the couch, winking at them. “Anyone for snacks?”

He wandered through to the kitchen, and Gold and Belle glanced on one another, before breaking into nervous smiles. He gestured to the couch, and she sat down, cupping her brandy glass in her hands.

“Sorry about that,” he said, sitting beside her.

“It’s fine, I didn’t mind.” She chuckled, sipping her brandy, and glanced across at him. “Did you enjoy today? I had a great time!”

“I probably put on about ten pounds, but yes.”

She giggled again, and clinked her glass against his.

“So that’s Christmas done,” she said regretfully. “I guess we have to look forward to New Year.”

Gold had to work again the next night, and although Neal expressed surprise at some kid being eager enough to want a tutoring session during the holidays, he didn’t seem to think anything further about it. Belle distracted herself from worrying while Gold was gone by planning for Ruby’s visit. Ruby had said that she and Archie were driving up from Boston, and would be staying with Granny until after the New Year. She reported nothing out of the ordinary; Gaston had been to visit again, to try to get her to tell him where Belle was, but she had sent him away with a tirade of insults, and had not seen him since.

Gold offered to take them to Granny’s for dinner while they waited for Ruby to arrive that night, and so they crowded around a table while Granny served up plates of steak and ribs and chicken. Belle drank a beer with her meal, keeping an eye out for her friend, and was rewarded with a flash of red at the windows as Ruby and Archie passed by. She pushed back her chair, leaping up, and ran to hug Ruby as she entered the diner.

“Oh my God!” Ruby squeezed her. “You look great! Merry Christmas, or Happy New Year, or whatever the hell it is right now!”

Belle laughed, hugging her again.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you! I tried calling, but I couldn’t get an answer.”

Ruby drew back pulling a face.

“Some asshole went in my bag when we were eating lunch,” she said regretfully. “Stole my phone and my money. I didn’t notice until we were almost into Maine. Bastards.”

“We’ll get you a new phone tomorrow,” Archie assured her, leaning in to hug Belle, his glasses a little askew as he pulled back.

Pongo, Archie’s Dalmatian, was snuffling at her fingers, and she patted his head, gesturing to where Gold and Neal were sitting.

“Have you eaten? We were just finishing up.”

“We ate on the way,” said Archie.

“Ready for a drink, though,” added Ruby, and Archie nodded with a smile as Granny came bustling over and pulled Ruby into a firm hug.

Gold and Archie got along very well, although Belle couldn’t imagine anyone not liking Archie, and Ruby and Neal settled for gently teasing one another, so Belle figured that her friends had been accepted into the family. The next day Neal decided to spend some time with his friends, and so the others went for a walk along the snow-covered trails where Belle usually ran, Pongo quartering back and forth with his nose to the ground. Ruby linked her arm through Belle’s as they walked, letting out a contented sigh as birds chirped and cawed in the trees above. Gold was walking with his hands in his pockets up ahead of them, Archie by his side. It sounded as though they were discussing psychology.

“They seem to be getting along,” remarked Ruby.

“I’m glad,” said Belle. “It’s good to have you guys here for a few days.”

“Yeah, I’d forgotten how relaxing this place can be,” said Ruby looking around. “Pongo’s in his element with all these woods. We should visit more often.”

“No arguments from me,” said Belle, grinning at her, and they walked along a little further.

“So,” said Ruby glancing across at her. “When are you gonna tell him?”

“Tell him what?” asked Belle, and Ruby rolled her eyes.

“You know, that you’re completely in love with him and want to have like four dozen of his babies.” She stuck out her tongue as Belle looked outraged. “Come on, don’t look like that! I’m right and you know it!”

Belle opened her mouth to protest, but gave it up, sagging slightly.

“It’s complicated,” she said finally, and Ruby sighed.

“Look, that Gaston thing’s a bitch, I get that,” she said. “But there’s no reason you can’t start thinking about the future. At least talk to him about it. If I catch the pair of you gazing longingly at each other once more I may just throw up. Or lock you in the walk-in freezer at Granny’s.”

“Great,” said Belle dryly. “You’d attempt to give your best friend hypothermia to prove a point?”

“You guys would totally share body heat, bang each other stupid, blow the refrigeration system and defrost all the lasagne,” said Ruby, grinning, and squawked as Belle shoved her.

“It’s not like that, anyway,” said Belle. “We do not ‘gaze longingly at each other’.”

“Not when the other one’s looking, no.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me that way,” she added. “Besides, he has crap going on in his life too. Things he needs to close other people off from.”

“Like what?” asked Ruby curiously, and Belle shook her head.

“Just - just trust me when I say it’s complicated,” she said. “There are - barriers - to us being together, on both sides. I’m not sure I could get past them, and I don’t know if he even wants me to.”

Ruby sighed.

“At least tell me you’ll think about it when you finally get rid of the two hundred pound talking turd you married,” she said, and Belle giggled.

“Deal.”

The holidays passed all too quickly, and New Year’s Eve was upon them almost before Belle could take a breath. She dressed carefully for the party at Granny’s in a dark red dress with matching lipstick, her hair twisted up on her head and high-heeled shoes that looked fantastic but made walking the frozen streets something of an adventure. The diner, when they reached it, was filled with townsfolk chatting and laughing, and Belle hurried to hug Ruby and Archie as they pushed through the crowd. Merida and Mulan had already started dancing, not letting a lack of music put them off, and Merida was singing an upbeat song in a heavy Scottish accent as they spun around. Trestle tables were set up outside, loaded with plates of chicken wings and sandwiches and bowls of potato salad, chips and dip. The air was freezing, but Granny had set up heaters around the tables and dance area, and the milling townsfolk provided further shelter from the cold.

It was the busiest Belle had seen the diner since getting to Storybrooke, and she was finding it a little much until Ruby pulled her away from the crowds around the buffet tables and towards the open area where the dancing would soon start. A trio of short men were setting up their instruments, two others bringing amplifiers over, and Ruby grinned and bounced on her toes, clinking her glass against Belle’s.

“So,” she said. “New Year, new start, right? You feeling positive?”

Belle pursed her lips. “Well, I have to meet with Gaston and the lawyers in a week,” she said. “So maybe it’s a sign. Maybe this will be the year I actually move forward.”

“You think Gaston’s going to cause a stink?” asked Ruby, and Belle sighed.

“I know it,” she said gloomily. “Honestly, I’m dreading having to see him, but if it gets things over more quickly, it’ll be worth it. Maybe if I settle for less he’ll be willing to let me go without a fight, I really don’t want to have to drag the thing through the courts.”

“You shouldn’t let him get away with not giving you what you’re owed,” said Ruby, and Belle shrugged.

“I know, I just want it over with, This whole thing has been a nightmare.”

“Is he still seeing that woman?” asked Ruby.

“No idea,” said Belle, pulling a face. “Probably. God, she can have him!”

“That’s the spirit!”

There was the strum of a guitar, and she and Ruby jumped and looked around before giggling. Belle kissed her cheek.

“I refuse to be depressed about my crappy soon-to-be-ex tonight,” she announced. “We need less moping and more drinking, what do you say?”

“Here comes my man, right on cue.” Ruby nodded to Archie, who had appeared with two glasses of wine in his hands. She drained her glass, and Belle nudged her.

“Okay, so when are you two tying the knot?”

“When he asks me,” said Ruby coyly. “If I don’t get tired of waiting and ask him first, of course.”

She grinned, reaching for one of the wine glasses as Archie approached, and leaning to kiss his cheek.

“Belle, I thought you might like a drink,” he said, handing her the other glass.

“You thought correctly.” She kissed his other cheek, so that he sported matching lipstick prints. “Now dance with your girlfriend. I’m gonna mingle.”

Granny’s New Year’s Eve party was very different to what Belle was used to. It was hectic and confused and filled with raucous laughter and occasionally terrible dancing. Most people attended in their best clothes, tugging their collars and swirling their skirts and showing off new shoes that they would no doubt be cursing later in the evening. And some attended in their everyday things: frayed jeans and plaid shirts and plain dresses, and had just as good a time as those that had dressed up. Everyone drank a little too much and danced and sang, and she found herself being spun around by people she had never even spoken to. The music was lively, guitar and fiddle, bass and drums, the band playing folk and bluegrass, and Belle danced until she was breathless. It was a wonderful, noisy, glorious mess, and she loved it.

After a couple of hours of dancing and chatting and drinking, the band struck up a slower tune, and she found herself at the edge of the temporary dance area, a glass of punch in her hand. She suspected that drinking the punch was the best way to ensure a hangover the next day, but Merida had insisted, and it actually tasted pretty good. She watched, smiling, as Mulan and Merida danced an exaggerated waltz, both bright-eyed and flushed with alcohol.

“Care to dance?”

Gold’s voice made her smile, and she turned to face him.

“Having a good time?” she asked, and he gave her a tiny grin.

“Surprisingly, yes,” he admitted. “I had a somewhat heated discussion with Archie about twentieth century American literature. No blood was spilled, but it was a close-run thing.”

Belle laughed out loud at the image of he and Archie fighting. Gold took a swig of his drink, and set the glass down on a nearby table, holding out a hand to her.

“You say he used to work in my field?” he asked, and she nodded, setting her glass next to his and taking his offered hand.

“So Ruby says. For your agency, no less. That’s how I got the number.”

“It’s strange,” he mused. “I find myself wanting to talk to him about it, even though I barely know him.”

“Yeah, Archie has that effect on people,” she said knowingly, as he pulled her a little closer. “He and Ruby met in a bar when she’d caught her ex cheating on her. She ended up telling him her entire life history over Long Island Iced Teas and nachos.”

He chuckled at that, his hand sliding around her waist as hers slid up to his shoulder.

“Well, they seem very happy.”

“Yeah.” Belle shot the couple a fond look. “Opposites attract, right?”

“Sometimes.” He began to move, turning with her in a series of small steps. “Not always for the best, though.”

“Well, that’s true,” sighed Belle, thinking of Gaston. “I’m glad it worked out for them, though. True love won out.”

“So it would appear.”

There was silence for a moment, and they settled into the slow rhythm of the dance. She could feel the heat of him through his shirt, and it was making her a little breathless.

“Ruby must be an understanding woman,” he said then. “His - well, his other profession being what it was.”

“He gave it up when they got together,” said Belle. “She’s cool with it, though. Ruby never judges people on their pasts. Unless they hurt a friend of hers, in which case they don’t get a second chance. Ever.”

“Hmm.” He looked amused. “A good friend to have on your side then?”

“The best,” she said lightly. “I think Archie knew from the first she was a precious thing and he couldn’t bear to let her go. The poor guy was doomed!”

She grinned up at him, but his face was serious.

“I can understand that,” he said quietly. “I don’t suppose she would have - well I doubt she’d have been happy with him carrying on, would she?”

“We haven’t talked about it,” said Belle, wrinkling her nose. “Honestly, I think it was good timing more than anything. He’d just finished studying when they met, and he was working to pay his tuition, so it all kind of fell into place.”

“Well, they’re very lucky,” he said.

They danced in silence for a while, and she enjoyed being able to touch him, with no awkwardness, no shying away as if the other were contaminated. She wondered if things would ever be truly comfortable between them, and the thought made her want to sigh. The lights were gleaming on his hair, and catching his fresh stubble, and she remembered how it felt to kiss him, how he tasted on her tongue. She wished things were simpler. He was gazing at her, his eyes dark and heavy with something approaching sorrow, and she bit her lip.

“You look so sad,” she said, her voice soft. “I wish I knew what to say.”

Gold gave her a twisted little smile, his eyes gleaming, and his hand tightened on her waist as he turned her.

“I’m not really sad,” he said. “Just - well, a little melancholy, I suppose. Must be the music.”

“Melancholy is a kind of sad,” she pointed out, and he grinned.

“Yes, but it’s a kind of sad for pretentious people with English degrees.”

She giggled at that, and his eyes sparkled.

“See?” he said gently. “No more melancholy. Don’t be concerned for me.”

“You’re not pretentious,” she said, giving him a flat look, and he smiled.

“Oh, I’m a little pretentious,” he said. “Ask any of my students.”

“Hmm.” She was amused. “I think I’d like to be one of your students. I wouldn’t misbehave. You wouldn’t have to chastise me, I swear.”

“Oh my.” His grin turned wicked. “There’s an image I probably shouldn’t have in my head.”

Belle giggled more, blushing.

“Not like that!” she scolded. “I just meant - you’re kind, and you’re patient, and you’re really really calm, no matter what happens.”

“None of my students would recognise this charitable picture you’re painting of me,” he remarked.

“Well, perhaps you’re just that way with me, then,” she suggested.

“Perhaps I am.”

He stepped back on one foot, spinning her around and making her giggle again and cling to him. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and she breathed him in, fingers clutching at the fine cotton of his shirt.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“A little drunk,” she admitted.

“Do I have to carry you home?”

“If you do, it’ll be because of these bloody shoes, not the booze,” she grumbled, and he laughed.

“Well, I’ll get you some water when we get back,” he said. “No hangovers on my watch. I won’t have your New Year ruined.”

She looked up and shook her head, sighing as they swayed back and forth.

“You worry about me way too much, you know.”

“I like to see you smile,” he said. “I think you haven’t spent enough time smiling in this life, Belle. You deserve to be happy.”

“I will be,” she said decidedly, and flicked her eyes up to him. “I am, I mean. I’m happy right now.”

“Good. Then the New Year bodes well, doesn’t it?”

There was a flurry of activity near the makeshift stage, and some feedback through the microphone as Granny grabbed it, wine sloshing in the glass she held.

“Okay, folks!” she shouted. “We’re getting close to midnight! Grab your drinks and let’s kiss goodbye to one year and hello to the next!”

The dancing couples stopped still, and there was a scattered ripple of voices counting down from twenty, volume rising as they passed the ten-second mark. Belle joined in, catching Ruby’s eye where she hung on Archie’s arm, glass raised high in the air. She saw Mulan and Merida, clinging to one another, Merida with flushed cheeks and a wide smile, her hair like rippling fire. Neal was standing on a table with both arms in the air and his head thrown back, yelling the numbers at the sky, and her eyes flicked back to Gold, who was watching her with a grin on his face and a gleam in his eyes. Cries rang out, the townsfolk wishing one another a happy New Year, and impulsively she kissed his cheek, hugging him tight against her. She felt him kiss her back, lips pressing against the side of her face, his hug squeezing the breath from her.

“Happy New Year,” she said quietly, her mouth by his ear, and she felt him smile.

“Yes,” he said. “I think it will be.”

#rumbelle #escort!Gold verse #fic: pixie dust #rumbelle fic

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izthecannibal · 7 years

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Take Over for Me (Part 2) - G-Eazy x TWD Imagine

Part 1

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requests: Okay so Ive had this in the back of my head for the longest time and I just wanted to share it with you BC I love you: so imagine if Negan had a son (like Geazy the rapper BC THEY TOTALLY LOOK A LIKE) and like you and him fell in love but can’t be together BC you both are on opposite sides.. I’m so conflicted and convinced that Geazy is Megan’s son or Neagn is old geazy LOLOLOL

You need to do a part two of take over for me!!

pairing: g-eazy x reader

a/n: i wasn’t expecting anyone to like the first part of this let alone request a part 2 so that was kinda shocking but ya know i had fun writing this and i hope you like it :-)

word count: 1,391

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers

You had never cried as hard as you did when your suspicions were confirmed: Glenn was dead. Maggie was gone, and so was Daryl. Rosita and Sasha were messes--each in different ways. They all had a way of taking out their frustration; some more pleasant than others.

Maggie and Sasha never came back to Alexandria. You hadn’t seen them since the line up, and you weren’t prepared to face them. You feared a mere glimpse of you from their perspective would make their blood boil in memory of what happened the night you were taken from them.

Rosita was there when you couldn’t sleep alone. She told you she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Abraham left her, and that she’d much rather have someone there to keep her company. You never admitted it, but Rosita felt more and more like a mother to you as each day passed.

You had no idea Daryl was at the Sanctuary the same time you were. If you had known, you wouldn’t have left until he was by your side. According to Gerald, Negan was going easy on you. If that was him being lenient, the thought of him being angry made your stomach ache.

Gerald told you he would visit sometime. A week had gone by, and you still hadn’t heard of him. He was probably joking when he told you he was going to stop by again, but there was something inside of you desperately hoping he was being serious.

You didn’t go on walks anymore. You and Glenn used to do that while Maggie napped. He would ramble on and on about how excited he was to be a father, but you also knew that he was terrified. There was no way you could really prepare for having a kid, and the situation you were all in didn’t ease his nerves a single bit.

Instead of strolling around Alexandria, Aaron took you on supply runs. You were never as helpful as you were after coming home from the Sanctuary. The death of two of your dearest friends and the capture of another was enough to light a fire beneath you, though.

You always knew every move you made was a risk. Before Alexandria, you were more prone to taking risks that endangered you more than most of the adults in your group were comfortable with. You were young, though, and someone was always linked at your hip to defend you if necessary.

As you grew older and became more experienced, you became harder and harder to scare. The things that once scared the life out of you were no longer seen as threats in your eyes.

As you became acclimated to Alexandria, your invincibility began to wear off. The things that you were once willing to risk your life for no longer seemed worth it. Before, you had nothing to lose. In Alexandria, you had it all made for you.

Being helpless in the face of danger woke you up. You were no longer willing to stand back and let others do your work for you. You had nothing to lose, and you were going to fight to defend your family, no matter what was at risk.

It was late out, and Aaron was able to get the two of you inside a little shopping center. You were pleasantly surprised at how lifeless the place seemed. There were no walkers within sight of either of you. You both came to the conclusion that it was probably cleared out by a group early on, and nobody ever came back for anything.

“The place seems empty to me,” Aaron stated, sweeping his eyes over the center one last time. You nodded, taking in the high ceilings and scratched floors. “I’m gonna go this way. Check out that area over there. Okay?” You nodded again, pulling out your knife, just to be cautious. “Yell if you need anything, and I’ll come running.”

“Same goes for you, big guy,” you joked. Aaron smiled at you and shook his head at the ground, the ran off in the other direction. You tried to read the letters hanging over the different stores and restaurants, but they were all coated in such a thick layer of dust.

A sign across the way from you was so close to falling off the wall that you were hesitant to go near it. Ralph’s was written in cursive with what seemed to be red neon lights. The color was barely there, but you took notice of the plastic around the faded light and tried to imagine what it looked like before.

Something about the way the sign hung so dangerously drew you in towards it, almost as if it was luring you into a trap. You grew up believing that if something was too good to be true, it was probably a lie. Nobody ever warned you about the things that look so terrible, but they draw you in anyways.

You entered Ralph’s and were immediately overcome with the smell of booze. The floor was sticky beneath your feet, and your sneakers created a smacking sound each time they rose and fell from the ground. Aside from that, the place was in pretty good shape.

From what you could tell, it was previously a bar. The back wall was decorated with shelves of beautifully crafted bottles of all kinds of alcohol. You were tempted to take one off the shelf, just to feel the glossiness of the glass. As you neared the bar, you heard voices coming nearer.

In a state of panic, you ducked behind the bar, squatting so you were on your feet and ready to fight anyone who came at you, but low enough so you wouldn’t draw any attention into the bar. You were able to make out two voices; one which you recognized instantly.

“Have you ever seen a shrine like this?”

“Yeah. Your dad’s.”

“No, man. These are so nice. Look at those bottles! They’re all engraved and shit.”

“Don’t let the companies draw you in with fancy bottles. Most of that external stuff is all a shit show just so they can get you to buy their shitty product.”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve been the past few years, but I’m proud to let you know I haven’t paid a single dollar for anything; shams and real deals alike.”

The conversation between Gerald and another man was so innocent. They really sounded like teenagers, which was probably all they were when their lives were stolen from them. You began to think of what it must have been like to have Negan as a father, and for it to be normal.

One of the men came around the bar, and it wasn’t Gerald. You tucked yourself behind a counter so you were out of his sight, trying your hardest to keep your breathing quiet. The man scanned over the rows of liquor bottles, stopping every now and then to pick one up and read the label.

“Will you do me a favor?” Gerald asked. His friend nodded, turning to face him. “Grab me one of those apple ciders over there.” The man who you didn’t recognize walked closer towards you, picking up a bottle and handing it over the counter. “I got a cute girl to give it to.” You quietly sighed to yourself at his mention of another girl. You should have expected it, to be honest.

“Did you hear that?” Gerald asked. You closed your eyes and mentally swore to yourself for letting your guard down so carelessly. The room was silent for a moment, but his friend shrugged.

“I don’t know, man.”

You could hear footsteps coming around the counter, and all you could think to do was draw your knife. Before you knew it, Gerald was in front of you, looking you in the eye over the barrel of his gun.

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” he sighed, lowering the weapon. “I could’ve shot you!”

You smiled a little, admiring his concern. “Sorry. I’ll try not to get shot next time.”

Gerald smirked at your remark and set down his gun. He popped open the bottle of apple cider and rose it up to you.

“Cheers,” he whispered, “to the cute girl who seems to love making people want to kill her.”

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graveyardclaws · 7 years

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multiplies of 3 for that ask meme?

thank you!!!!!i suck at math so i might do this wrong

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?usually a receipt or random index card i find on the floor

6: do you keep plants?just one. two actually, but they share a pot. they’re both aloe. i’ve had them for almost two years, when we planted them in the pagan club i go to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?kind of but i’m really self-conscious about it

12: what’s your favorite planet?i know this probably means real planet but all i can think of is coruscant from star wars. if it has to be real i guess i’d pick neptune.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!If two pieces of the same type of metal touch in space, they will bond and be stuck together permanently.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.i don’t have friends tbh but i can tell you about one with my family? we were playing apples to apples (basically a family friends version of cards against humanity) and there was one card with the word “hippopotamus”. i was like ten and while i totally knew what a hippopotamus was i had never seen it written down so i horribly mispronounced it. they bring it up Every Time. the same thing happened a few years ago when we were playing this american history trivia game and i mispronounced monticello. also with one of my friends in high school (hi gabby) we were hiding in the stairwell during lunch because we didn’t want to go to the cafeteria and she picked up the lid of my water bottle and pretended to ring it like a bell and made this ridiculous noise and i laughed so hard i had to go back downstairs to the water fountain so i wouldn’t literally choke and die.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.my favorite bag? idk. i used to carry this purse that had a blackbird embroidered on it. it was grey and had a really cool design. i’d pinned a lot of stuff to it like a rainbow ribbon (for gay pride and all) and a few band pins and others from hot topic. the bag started getting really worn out and i decided not to replace it because i feel like carrying a purse really feminizes me. other than that i guess it’s just my backpack. i mostly use it for school but it’s also really great for carrying stuff when i’m going into the city or headed up to boston to stay with my sister. the trials of not having any one specific home…

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?hell no i have so many horrifying secrets even i would run screaming if i hadn’t lived through it

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?i did not know bubblegum came in different flavors. i thought bubblegum was its own flavor. i’m so uncultured

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?yes

33: what’s your fave pastry?probably cinnamon rolls? i don’t know that many different pastries

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?fall out boy. specifically folie a deux

39: what color do you wear the most?black

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!it’s this new place you might’ve heard of it. starbucks?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?i try to but idk if i have that much opportunity

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?when i was a kid it was ghosts/monsters. also being abandoned by people but i didn’t really put it into words at the time. and it kind of is still the same? i hate being alone in the dark because the monsters could get me and also i feel abandoned

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?idk what person to pick… sick little games by all time low makes me think of stuff my cousin and i talk about a lot

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?does myself in the mirror count?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?it reminds me of sitting in the car with my sister driving when i was like fourteen. also my dad relentlessly mocking us for literally everything we’ve ever done. overall i like the song, but it has Memories

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?yes i love poetry!! my favorite poems are the fairy reel by neil gaiman, alone by edgar allan poe, do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas, and everything ever written by either emily dickinson or sylvia plath

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?i try to keep anything from getting damaged but other than that i’m only fussy about collector’s items, irreplaceable stuff and vinyls

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?white roses are my favorite flowers but i feel like i’d need something in black. with vines or something badass.

69: what are your favorite board games?it isn’t a board game but i just found this cool card game called timeline. there’s a deck of cards with historical events on them and you have to put them in order of when they happened (dates are on the back). they have different themed packs and you can combine them it’s really cool

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?i should but i don’t. i sometimes make lists or schedules of what i’m going to do but i always end up ignoring it.

75: tell us about your pets!i only have one dog. her name is Chloe Belle we got her when i was eight. my entire family picked the name Chloe but the name Belle was my suggestion. she’s a yellow lab. we also used to have cats (Rainbow and Sunshine) but they died a few years ago. we had them since i was two. before we had Chloe we had another dog named Chelsea but she died. we also used to have my sister’s rabbit named Honey, my hamster named Acorn, and our three hermit crabs (Hermie, Hermietta, and Hermione, yes we were in fact that stupid)

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?they annoy me but i guess they’re not that bad

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.i suck at writing but i’ll tryI’ve only been to the ocean a few times in my life but I’m ok with that. The depth and complexity of the sea is no comparison to whatever is raging inside this girl, and you don’t need to be in love with her to see it. I still can’t decide if her eyes were blue or green but I can promise you they were the exact color of the water that morning at Thunder Rock when we said goodbye. When she smiles at you somehow her eyes get wider and you feel like she’s pulling you into her soul. She really is, but it’s still a trap. You’ll never be able to stand by the shore again without remembering her every word and the way she grabbed your hand and how the particles of sunlight reflected equally of the water and through her eyes. She was a source of light herself and when she finally noticed she left to irradiate the life of someone who deserves it, taking that intensity with her.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?hells yeah i want so many tattoos. the first one i’m going to get is the thing frank drew for me at the show last week. i’m doing that one really soon because i’d like to be able to show him when i see him in april. i also want to get a constellation on my left wrist, i’m thinking the pleiades. i have a vague design for an mcr tattoo in progress, involving a compass and the lyrics “nothing you can say can stop me going home”. i also kinda want to get fall out boy lyrics “mummified my teenage dreams no it’s nothing wrong with me the kids are all wrong the story’s all of heavy metal broke my heart” tattooed on the back of my left shoulder. also idk how safe it is but i kinda want a metallic gold bird wing tattooed on my entire right side but i’ve hear metallic tattooes are dangerous. when i get top surgery i’m going to design something to cover the scars. also i want a spiderweb on the right side of my neck (not sure if i want a spider in it or not) and on my right hand and forearm (just the back) i want the human skeletal system as it actually appears in my body, in greyscale. the last two i’m not getting unless the musician career works out because i need to be able to get a real job. also if i ever end up getting married i want the date of my wedding tattooed on the inside of my right wrist in roman numerals. i will probably add many more but that’s all i’ve thought out so far

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?Pan’s Labyrinth, Mad Max: Fury Road, Gone Girl

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.NYC is anyone at all surprised? sadly i have never lived there but it has always felt like home even since i was too young to have any concept of that. especially at night in the snow. walking through central park on a winter evening is a profound experience. also there’s just so much there!! so much culture and so many people something is always happening. i know beyond any doubt that that’s where i belong

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?since i got my hair cut short i can’t really do different styles. right now it’s buzzed on one side and a few inches long (but uneven) on the other. it just sits like that. i want to grow out the long side so that it’s chin length and leave the short side buzzed but i don’t think i have the patience.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?hardcore procrastinate

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.twin skeletons, you’re crashing but you’re no wave and headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet by fall out boy. ghost of you, the world is ugly, the light behind your eyes, the only hope for me is you, mama and all of i brought you my bullets you brought me your love by mcr. holy, eyelids, and fire by pvris. the wasp, dead as fuck, abigail, eternally yours and immaculate misconception by motionless in white. paralytic states and dead rats by against me! therapy, a love like war, satellites, cinderblock garden and painting flowers by all time low. wrecking ball and little pistol by mother mother. oceans, world destroyer, all i want is nothing, and where do we belong? anywhere but here by frank iero and the whatever the fuck he’s calling it now.

also my apologies for going into way too much detail about most of this i know no one cares but i had nothing else to doand thank you so much for asking!!!!!!

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