#listen kas took one look at him and went I Want Some Of That and i love that for her. get it girl
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Be strong, Red | Eddie Munson x Mayfield!Reader
Summary: Eddie surprised you at the hospital
Notes: In this version, Eddie didn’t die at the end of season 4. He is alive, and he is not Kas. He and Dustin got away from the demo-bats, he just has some bite injuries that are not too bad. I got this idea when season 4 ended, but never finished it. After seeing Sadie back on set for season 5, I picked it back up.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4, mention of injuries
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Days passed since everyone got back from the Upside Down. Mike came back from California — with the whole Byers crew. Hopper was not dead…which was a shock to everyone. And Eddie was still the most wanted man of Hawkins.
Because of that, he couldn’t return to live with his uncle. It pained him to play dead and lie to the man who raised him, but it was only until they figured a way to prove that he did not commit the murder of Chrissy. That could take a while, though…
Until then, Dustin got the brilliant idea of hiding him at Hopper’s cabin. It got a bit destroyed during past encounters with monsters, but everyone brought a hand and fixed the place. It wasn’t the Four Seasons, but it was better than Reefer Rick's dock house.
Steve and Dustin brought him clothes and food, and visited regularly. But Eddie quickly got bored. He was also confused why his girlfriend had not come to see him yet. A week has passed already. Did they not tell her he was alive?
He got his answer one afternoon while he was eating frozen hot pockets. Mike and Dustin were talking about Lucas being at the hospital until 6pm, which raised Eddie’s attention.
‘’Why is Sinclair at the hospital? Did he get hurt or something?’’
Mike nervously glanced at Dustin, who gave him ‘absolutely not’ eyes. Their silent exchange told Eddie that there was something they weren’t telling him. And he wanted to know now.
‘’What do you mean ‘Red is at the hospital’?’’
After getting fed on everything he didn’t know, Eddie grabbed a hoodie and headed toward the door. His girlfriend’s little sister was in a coma and no one told him? He was fuming.
Dustin tried to stop him, blocking the door with his body. ‘’Are you insane? You can’t go to the hospital! There’s police all over town—’’
Eddie played deaf as he slipped on his shoes. ‘’What? I see your mouth move, but I can’t hear the words.’’
Dustin glared at him. ‘’Nancy wanted to tell you, but Steve said that if you knew you would try to go and you really can’t do that. I know you want to be with them right now, with her, but that’s too big of a risk.’’
‘’Dustin’s right!’’ Mike agreed. ‘’Maybe we can find another way?’’
Eddie did not listen to his little sheeps. He waited for them to leave and went into town.
Sneaking into the hospital was easy and, surprisingly, so was finding Max’s room. Since she was under eighteen, the only place she could be was the pediatric unit. Once on the right floor, all Eddie had to do was read every name on the doors until he found ‘Maxine Mayfield’. It was a long process, but he made it.
Hand on the door knob, Eddie paused. What if there was a doctor inside, or a nurse? Worse, your mother? They wouldn't hesitate to call security on him.
So he did a small prayer as he took a deep breath, then pushed the door and stepped in. Inside, the curtains were shut, dimming the brightness of the room. Thankfully, there were no doctors or other adults. Just you.
Lucas must have gone home.
Your back was facing the room, but Eddie recognized the back of your red hair. The same as Max's. You were sitting alone by your sister's side.
Max.
Eddie let his eyes drift from you for a few seconds to check on the little one who threw his Iron Maiden cassette out the window on the way to school. She had a cast on both arms and legs, and a cervical brace around her neck. Eddie’s stomach churned. Mike and Dustin had warned him that it was bad, but he didn't think it was that bad. She looked just like Chrissy.
‘’Red.’’
The voice made you bolt up from your chair. You knew he was alive, Dustin told you that the death rumors were false, but seeing him in person made it more real. His curly hair was covered with a hat and he had a hood on to further cover his face and identity. He had no rings, chains or band tee shirt. Just plain old clothes that didn't look like they belonged to him.
Your feet brought you to him, and tears welled in your eyes when his arms closed around you, a rush of emotions crashing. You had vowed to yourself to not cry in front of your mother anymore. It was so hard for her to see Max in a hospital bed, you needed to be strong for her or else she might lose herself under alcohol bottles.
‘’Please don’t let me go,’’ you said against Eddie’s shoulder, holding him so tight it was probably crushing his lungs.
Eddie didn’t complain. He let you take what you needed and kissed the top of your head.
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Maybe we can get some Parker x pregnant!reader? Maybe with some angst? I love your writing so much
You asked for some angst, I shall deliver. 🫣 hope it's what you wanted!! Thank you for your kind words ❤️
(yes, I'm a bit obsessed with the band Måneskin)
Warnings: pregnant!reader, false alarm, hospital, bed rest, cheating, Alden screwing up big time, lots of crying
I wanna hate you ~ Alden Parker
You didn't know how you were going to go through this. It was supposed to be the most amazing time of your life, an incredible experience, but everything was ruined. Stroking at your belly, you kept replaying the past week in your mind and cried.
It was your second anniversary with Alden. You had plans to have an early dinner at the restaurant he took you two years ago and then go to a concert. Your boyfriend wasn't fond of the idea, as you're entering your third trimester, but you definitely wanted to. It was a band you've been dying to see for ages, got Alden to love their music, and luckily there was a specific area for disabled people and pregnant ladies like you. Everything would be perfect.
Except that you couldn't figure out what to wear. You spent hours trying on different outfits, some were maternity clothes that you hated, some were your usual clothes you didn't fit anymore. "Baby, I love you so much, but you make me so big." You told your unborn child. "I want to look pretty for your daddy, but nothing fits." You sighed, taking one more look at yourself in the mirror. Nope, not this outfit.
You changed one more time, to put the dress you had in the maybe pile. "I guess that could work with my doc martens." You tried to convince yourself. "It's gonna be your first concert, baby! I hope they'll play Coraline. Let's put it on." You grabbed your phone and played 'Coraline' by Måneskin, the band you were seeing tonight. You and Alden agreed to keep the gender a surprise till birth, but if it's a baby girl, she'd be named Coraline because of that particular song.
Listening to your Måneskin playlist, you finished getting ready. It was after putting on lipstick that you realized you still haven't heard about Alden. Checking the time and realizing how late it already was, you called him. No answer. You waited a few minutes and tried again. Same. "Alden, don't do this to me." Obviously, his work asks a lot, and you're very much aware of that, but Alden always makes a point to be there for the special occasion. He wouldn't miss it, unless there was an emergency. So, that's where your mind went.
You decided to text Kasie.
You: Hey boo! 😘 I was wondering if my man was near you or if there was an explanation as to why he's not answering?
Kasie typed, stopped, typed again and stopped. It took a few minutes to get an answer.
Kas: Hey babe ❤️ Sorry but I left the office a while ago, no idea where he's at! Wants me to ring him on Bandium?
You: Did everyone else leave too?
Kas: Idk, Parker was still there when I left.
You: Okay, thanks for answering love!
Kas: Of course, keep me updated. ❤️
An hour later, still nothing. No answer, no text, nothing. You should already be at the restaurant but instead, you didn't know where Alden was, what he was doing or even if he was okay. Your anxiety level was extremely high, which wasn't good for the baby. Kasie stayed on the phone with you and offered to pin his phone.
You gave in and told her to.
"Huh, that's weird." She said.
"What?! Where is he? Please don't tell me he's at a hospital or something." You were on the verge of crying.
"No no, not at all. He's like an hour away from DC. Got the address but it doesn't seem to be anything particular."
"What does it mean?"
"Well, do you know someone who lives on (address)?"
You thought for a moment. "No, no one! Can't you find out who lives there?"
"Pinning Parker's phone is already very unethical--"
"You're right, sorry. Thank you for doing this, I owe you one."
"You're growing my godchild inside of you, we're even." She managed to get a small laugh out of you despite the situation.
Everything went through your mind, you imagined every possibility as to what was going on, what happened to the father of your child. It was driving you crazy, you were pacing around the entire apartment, texting back and forth to his team, who had all left work a while ago after they closed their case. But somehow, you had this nagging feeling that they were hiding something from you. From the beginning of the relationship, you knew Alden couldn't tell you much about his job and you were okay with that. But that night, you were not. You needed to know.
You needed him.
By the time he finally came back home, you were a complete mess. You rushed to the door as soon as the noises of keys reached your ears. You jumped into his arms, the baby bump getting in the way. "Thank god you're okay!" You cried in his neck.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so so sorry." He hugged you back, as tight as he could. Your anxiety dropped down, as you were finally able to breathe again. No idea what happened yet, but at least he was there, alive and well.
You let go reluctantly and scanned him entirely, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. But what caught your attention was the tears in his eyes. His hands were resting on your belly, and the baby was clearly awake, probably aware that daddy was home. Alden dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing your bump, and apologizing over and over again.
"What happened, baby? Are you okay? Where were you?"
He looked up to you, tears rolling down his cheeks. You grabbed them softly, catching them with your thumbs. "Talk to me." You whispered, still crying too.
"I shouldn't -- I should've never --" he broke eye contact to press his forehead against your baby bump. "I'm sorry, to both of you."
After a moment there, you managed to get Alden to follow inside the apartment. Sitting on the couch, with a huge sigh of relief - it was getting harder and harder to carry this tiny human - Den dropped his head on your lap. You stroked his hair and waited for him to talk.
"I made a huge mistake." He finally said. "The biggest mistake of my life."
"What would that be?" Anxiety was coming back in a rush.
"Please don't leave me. Please, I will do anything for you--"
"Alden, you have to tell me what you did, right now."
"I slept with my ex."
And just like that, your entire world fell apart. Your heart broke into thousands of pieces. Silently, and quiet slowly, you pushed his head off your lap. Alden tried to hold onto you but knew he had to let go. His touch was the last thing you wanted at this very moment. You tried to stand up but your legs immediately gave up, finding yourself back on the couch but further from him. His reflex kicked him as he tried to catch you but you snapped his arms off. "Don't touch me." You couldn't look at him.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you hate me right now, but--"
"Shut the fuck up."
He did.
You stayed silent for a very long moment, tears of anger and heartbreak covering your cheeks. But the worst was what you were feeling in your lower abdomen. That pain was not normal. In your mind, you talked to your baby. "Honey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. Stay inside." But you let out a muffled scream and curse when a sharper pain hit.
Alden was quick on his knees next to you, asking if there was something wrong with the baby. Between the long hours of waiting and now this, something wrong was definitely happening. "Drive me to the hospital."
Alden was asking a bunch of questions as he helped you to the car. You didn't understand any of them, as the pain was increasing and you were silently begging your baby to be okay, telling him and her that it was going to be fine. You hoped you could believe it.
"If anything happens to my baby, Alden, I want you out of my life, for-fucking-ever."
He stayed silent because nothing he'd say would be good enough.
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It was the longest hours of Alden's life. He wasn't allowed in as the doctors were checking up on you and his child. Alone in the hallway, he cried. He wished he could be outside of his body to give himself a beating down. He deserved it. If you left him, he'd deserve it too. He screwed up, he ruined the best thing he ever had and for what? His first love he hadn't seen in over 30 years?
If anything happened to you and/or the baby, Alden would never recover. He'd never forgive himself.
He kept going over to the front desk, asking for news. He grabbed every nurse and doctor he saw. Finally, the nurse he remembered taking you in earlier came up to him.
"How are they? Where are they?" He probably looked like a lunatic, but didn't care. She invited him to sit down but he refused. "Tell me where are my wife and kid!" He yelled.
"They are fine, sir. I'll be taking you to them in a minute. We'll be keeping your wife here at least for the night and as of right now, she's on strict bed rest."
It was fine. He'd take the next three months off if he had to.
The nurse took Alden to you.
Laying down on the bed, with a monitor on your baby bump, you turned your head away when you saw him coming in. "God, I was so scared." He dried his tears off as he approached the bed. "Can I?" He asked, his hand a few inches from your belly. You nodded and he gently touched and stroked where the product of your love was. "How are you feeling?"
You let out a humorless laugh. "You fucking kidding right? I almost lost her, Alden!"
He locked eyes with you. "H--her?"
You sighed. "The doc didn't know I didn't know the gender." You explained.
"We're having a babygirl," his emotions were all over the place, he cried again.
You allowed him to stay after he begged, as long as he stayed silent. You wanted to sleep, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, but it never came. You stayed awake, feeling Alden's presence on the chair next to your bed. He was looking at you, looking at your belly, looking at the machines. It was only when you saw him typing on his phone that you broke the silence. "Texting her while I'm next to you, Parker?" You asked, in the coldest ton you've ever used.
"God, no! Absolutely not! Baby, I --" he sighed and stopped what he wanted to say. "I'm just writing some stuff down so I don't forget." He showed you his phone but you turned your face away.
After another silence, as you were stroking your belly, you broke into tears. You cried like a baby, having no more self control. Alden didn't hesitate long before moving to the bed, and bringing you to his chest. The only reason you didn't push him off was that you didn't have the strength. "How could you?" You struggled to say.
"I don't know. I wish I could give you a reasonable explanation but there's none. I'm a fucking jerk who ruined the best thing that ever happened to him." He held you tight, breathing in your shampoo. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to get your forgiveness. If you just let me--"
"I hate you." You simply said.
A week later
Back home, you've been on bed rest per doctor's orders. Alden had taken some time off work, even though you didn't want him to. You wished you could just tell him off, leave the apartment, leave town even but you couldn't go anywhere with your baby girl inside you. Plus, as much as you hated his guts, he's your daughter's father, no matter what. You'd never let your girl grow up with her daddy.
Alden tried to talk to you numerous times but you always shut him off. He made sure you had proper meals everyday, and you forced yourself to eat for your daughter. He'd bring your favorite snacks and refill your water, leave flowers on your nightstand, and buy books. He offered you massages (turned them down), offered to brush your hair (turned him down), offered to play games to keep you busy (turned him down). And every afternoon, he'd play piano in the living room, making you cry every single time.
The only time you allowed him to stay near you was when he asked if he could read something to his daughter. He would grab a baby book and read it to your belly. Sometimes, your girl would be completely still, and other times, she'd move and kick around a lot. The only way for her to calm down? Feeling daddy's hand.
You wanted to hate him so bad, and a part of you really did. But when he was there, talking to his daughter, you couldn't. And it hurt.
Your sleep schedule was a mess and babygirl wasn't helping at all. It was 3am, you were utterly exhausted - yes, despite the bed rest -, and your daughter was taking your uterus for a gym. Or a dancefloor.
On the verge of a meltdown, you texted Alden who had been sleeping on the couch since the hospital. The guest room had already been turned into the nursery.
You: You sleeping?
Hearing his phone ping from the living room, it didn't take long until he was knocking at the bedroom door. "Are you okay? Do you need something?" He asked, after you told him to come in.
"I need you to calm her, please." He heard the exhaustion in your voice.
Alden walked over to the bed. "Is it okay if I lay down?"
"I guess."
He laid down next to you, above the covers. Despite the dark, you could sense he was in his useless night shorts and shirtless. You did hate him a little.
He put a hand in your belly, "Shh, babygirl. It's time to sleep now, mama is tired." He stroked your skin exactly where he felt a kick. "Hush, little baby don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing. Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." He sang softly.
"Why did you do this, Alden?" You cried.
He took a deep breath. "I think I needed closure. I-- it was like 16 years old me took over and forgot everything else." You felt his free hand grabbing yours. "I know it's no excuse."
"It didn't have to involve sex."
"You're absolutely right." He squeezed your hand, his mind having a victory dance that you weren't pulling away. "It shouldn't have. I'm willing to do anything, my love. Jeremy gave me the contact of the therapist him and Josie went to, after the accident. Will you agree to give it a try?"
Your daughter was calming down. Daddy's power.
"Maybe." You answered.
"I'll take it." You heard him sniff. It'd be too easy and too soon to reach out for a hug, no matter how much you needed it. "I love the two of you more than anything in this world. I hate myself for what I did."
You didn't answer, couldn't.
You didn't realize how cold it was outside the blankets until you felt Alden shivering by your side. The man had been above the covers the entire time. "Get under the blanket, Alden."
"Are you sure? I may-- fall asleep here if I do,"
"It's fine. Just -- don't cuddle me."
He respected your barrier. You thought you heard him snore not too long after.
"I want to hate your guts so bad, but what they said is true. Sometimes, the person who hurts you is the only one who can make the pain go away. Don't ever hurt me again, please."
He wasn't asleep. He squeezed your hand as an acknowledgment.
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Can we hear about prem and Rama or is that still being developed 👉👈😶 prem has a personality that makes him so funny in romance with people like Rama or canach it's entertaining to read
ok sorrysorrysorry i have been sitting on this ask. i have so much to say about these two but didn’t wanna drop it as an unbroken word wall without any new doodle comics … PRAMA NATION LETS GO !!
prama nation lets pause to note prem & canach have been broken up since mid icebrood saga. F. but prama nation, thats another story. LETS GO !!!!!!!!!!
prem met rama in seitung while the commander was still unconscious in jail. since he’s visibly canthan & zephyrite, prem could walk freely around the province, getting the lay of the land and passing as more or less local. obviously people knew he wasn’t from seitung, but they figured he was from some close-ish island. the mystery of who he was, how he’d been scarred, whether more zephyrites would be coming soon with goods to trade, was local gossip but not something that tripped any minsec alarms. lacking gold, provisions, and information, prem spent a week or so sweet-talking local merchants and fishermen into telling him about the area and giving him free food.
he also batted his eyes at rama, bc a cop is a juicy source of intel, and bc rama’s handsome! their conversation turned into a really long, really nice skiff riding date, rama bought prem crab rangoons, ran his mouth a little more than he should’ve about working for minsec, and went back to his office blushing to the ears like
but of course prem wasn’t from a close-ish island. he was an outlander who’d been here under minsec’s nose. he’d let rama think he was canthan-born and only casually interested in minsec, lying big time by omission, and he’d used rama to find out where they were keeping gorrik and the comm. all of this was a sucker punch to rama when he found out, and he naturally assumed prem had faked his interest in rama and the whole date was a trick.
he was hurt, pissed off, betrayed, humiliated… but didn’t want any of that to come across, so settled on acting just kind of disgruntled and sticklery about government rules.
(the whole date wasn’t a trick. prem honestly liked him.)
when rama warned dragon’s watch that their unsecured comm channel was basically a public radio show, prem took it as encouragement instead of the “shut the hell up” rama intended. like what better way to win over ordinary canthans while kas handled the imperial court !
he started actually treating it like a podcast, taking canthan commoners’ questions live, talking about the guild’s exploits, and airing extended jokes and bits with his friends, and he’s funny, he’s fun to listen to, so every time he tuned in on his radio, rama would be taking torment damage trying to decide whether or not he likes prem despite it all, like
and the more prem talked on the comm about things he’d done like wrestling a mordrem axemaster in the shell of a wrecked pact airship, following a dead dragon’s memories to find the lost city of kesho, seducing a mummy on istan to break out of a mordant crescent prison, using glamours to infiltrate the moon palace of gandara, out-talking jormag… the smaller rama felt by comparison to prem’s stories, and the smaller prem’s betrayal of him seemed, and his temper cooled but it also sort of felt like shit.
in person, though, it’s different. when they’re out on the skiff in new kaineng’s canals, prem is interested in everything rama says, leaning forward, eyes meeting his squarely, laughing at his jokes, asking about how he ended up at minsec, making him feel large and deep and attractive again, like he’s one of the most important people prem’s met in all that traveling.
in person prem also feels so much less daunting. kinda washed up. rama hasn’t seen him fight, since the monastery is dedicated to dwayna and prem swore he’d never enter one of her places of worship again, so he wasn't at training. looking at him out of combat it’s easy to believe he exaggerated his past adventures, or at least that his grace has faded now.
so rama opens up about being kurzick, his childhood in the slums that drove him to become a cop. and prem surprises him again by really getting it! because he grew up zephyrite in kryta, he joined the shining blade in part to bring gold and honor to his mothers in the soon-to-collapse canthan district, he bought into the copaganda too ! and as they’re passing the grub lanes prem’s looking at the reflection of the buildings in the water, saying how much rama’s neighborhood looks like where prem grew up, and rama stops short and asks if he wants to get out of the boat and explore the place, but prem says no. he’d rather just look at the reflection. because the canthan district is gone forever and he doesn’t want his memory of it to get confused with new, similar streets.
and rama is possessed to tell him about the love tunnel.
when things get real, though, is after minister li comes out as a purist and gets his ass kicked. prem & rama see each other in action for the first time, and the only surprise that could follow up rama activating his gunsword is prem becoming a dash of colorful light as he uses zephyrite aspect crystals to navigate the rooftop battlefield and take apart li’s task force armed only with his hands, feet, and a single war fan. there’s no longer any doubt in rama’s mind that this dude is still one of tyria’s best martial artists, but whether or not prem’s out of his league is not really a concern as he reckons with finding out his mentor/second father figure is a career racist who always held rama’s background against him, and that the ministry he’s been working himself to death for at the cost of every other relationship is corrupted to the top. of course gorrik and the comm feel bad, but they’re too focused on ankka and soo-won to slow down and take care of him.
so prem does that, staying behind on the rooftop after min takes li away, to offer rama a distraction.
he catches a crab and makes it into a (small, and honestly just mid) dinner for the two of them at rama’s apartment. then they break into the soju. a tipsy prem lets a progressively drunker rama talk about li and pretends not to notice as he cries it out. and then,
prem finally talks about why he left the shining blade—the corruption, the bad orders, the impossible expectations, finding out anise was messing with his memories—and about dueling his own mentor for his freedom. he doesn’t like talking about it, but he wants rama to feel less alone. at this point rama hypothesizes—not correctly, but close enough—that anise gave prem his scars as punishment. out of it and overwhelmed, rama starts making out with him…
aaand cuts it short in a second as he’s SEIZED by paranoia that purists will find his apartment and kill him for what he knows about li and they shouldn’t have been drinking bc at any fucking minute the assassins could break in !!
prem reminds him that the fight happened on public rooftops, and there’s nothing rama knows about li that min, minsec, the pact commander, and half of new kaineng don't also know already. rama feels foolish, and freshly devastated bc he thought he did know li better than anyone else in cantha, and that’s been taken away from him and the memory ruined. he calls himself stupid. prem says he's not. rama says fine, he's confused, and he's calling it a night. he asks if prem needs money for a raptor cab. prem declines, and rama crashes into bed. dead asleep before prem can stand to go.
at 4 am rama wakes up needing to take a leak, and when he opens his bedroom door prem is asleep on the floor right outside it, stretched out across the doorway like a guard dog, hand loosely over his war fan. just in case.
rama doesn't forget that casual act of devotion, or how nice the kiss was before he freaked himself out, and after soo-won's death, min's promotion to security minister, and prem's decision to stay in cantha with the "friends' detective agency" until rama's ready to travel, there's a growing feeling between them of like, "you're half stuck on canach. i'm half waiting for min. in the meantime can't a couple of messed-up ex-cops enjoy each other's company?" they start flirting and sizing each other up and testing out how much they can joke about a relationship before it becomes real.
this is long enough so i'll leave off there at the end of core EoD, with the final thought that i think prem works with serious characters romantically because he doesn't always take them seriously, he thinks a straight face is funny and a sharp tongue is cute, and having their stoicism laughed at and their moments of silliness and vulnerability rewarded gives them a chance to act more rounded. the same way his insistence on treating people like braham very seriously when everyone else is laughing off their expertise as a joke lets them feel more whole.
and who's not into that?
#gw2#guild wars 2#end of dragons#detective rama#oc: prem#pact commander#pocket talk#hot comics#answers#PHEW !!
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A RADIOHEADS' WEDDING
(Dylan/Ryan pairing)
Game: The Quarry
[8 years past from the Hackett's Quarry attack]
Panic is settling in. So much is going on in the mind of Dylan Lenivy's head. It's like a speedway of thoughts on a track racing in his mind. He pacing back and forth in front of his best woman, Kaitlyn Ka. He could literally burn a hole in the floor if he kept this up. Kaitlyn had enough of watching, so she stood up in his path to stop him.
"Ok, you're fucking killing me here. Please stop or I'll have to glue your ass down to this chair." Kaitlyn said in a serious tone.
"Wow. Kinky. I didn't know you were into me like that. Sadly, I have to decline." Typical Dylan's answer. Kaitlyn took a second to give him the sift deadly glare. Dylan pushed past Kaitlyn and went back to his pacing. "Fuck! I got a bad feeling about this! Something's going to go wrong, isn't it? Something will happen. I'm going to fuck this up, somehow!"
"....Dylan"
"I just know I'm going to fuck this up, right?! I mean I'm going walk down the aisle and Ryan going to realize that this is a big mistake and he's going to leave!" Dylan said in a panic tone.
"Dylan!"
"He's going to realize that I'm not good enough or not the person he wants!" Dylan tried to run his left hand through his hair, until he felt nothing. He looks down at his left arm with wide eyes. He grips his arm and screams. "AHHHHH! MY HAND!! What happened to my hand?!!"
"DYLAN!!!!"
Dylan looks up at Kaitlyn after he heard her yell. His eyes darts over to what Kaitlyn was holding. His prosthetic hand. Dylan looks at Kaitlyn who's facial expression explains how silly Dylan was being. Dylan gave Kaitlyn a cute "I'm sorry" smile.
"Uhhh..." That's all he could say. With a puppy look on his face, Dylan held out his left arm towards Kaitlyn. Sighing with a heavy eye roll, Kaitlyn went and put Dylan's prosthetic hand on for him. Dylan rubbed his hand after getting it on, he walked over to the mirror to fix his tie. Dylan was shaking with nerves that he couldn't focus. Kaitlyn walked over to him and fixed his tie for him.
"Are you ok, now?" Kaitlyn asked as she fixes his tie.
"Y-yeah. Kinda. I dunno." Dylan sighed. He survived a night full of werewolves, got his hand sawed off to prevent him becoming one and he survived a awful Quantum Physics finals that could make any other person quit on sight, so why this feels like the biggest hurdle?
"I--I just think that somehow--"
"Let me stop you right there." Kaitlyn interrupted. "You are NOT going to fuck anything up. Do you hear me?"
"But--"
"No buts!" Kaitlyn finally finished with Dylan's tie. "Listen to me, idiot. Ryan chose you. He asked you. He LOVES YOU. If he didn't would all of this.." Kaitlyn waves her arms around the room. "Would this be happening?"
"...no"
"Exactly! I mean you both morons even broke off with your second side hoes to get back together."
Dylan remembers all of that. It was two years after the whole camp nightmare. Ryan couldn't let the past go by keep blaming himself for sawing off Dylan's hand. Even though, Dylan did have a hard time adjusting from losing a hand, he never blamed Ryan after he personally told Ryan to do it. The tension got worse. Dylan hated that Ryan stuck in the past. Dylan wanted to move on from it. Ryan hated that Dylan uses jokes then not talking about it. It boiled over and the biggest mistake Dylan ever did in his life happened. He broke up with Ryan. He felt that he couldn't move on if Ryan kept bringing the attack up. Ryan left and Dylan regretted it. Maybe they could had worked it out. Dylan felt like a fool. Nights where he felt safe and secured in Ryan's arms became like he was cold, exposed and lonely. One night Dylan came across one of Ryan's hoodies. It still had his scent. Calvin Klein Eternity. He remembered he bought that bottle for Ryan for Christmas. He remembered they went shopping one day and he knew Ryan wasn't into cologne. As a joke, Dylan "Accidentally" sprayed some on Ryan. Lied that he tried to save Ryan from a deadly fly. But truth be told that cologne smelled so damn good on Ryan. So Dylan brought it. Ryan played it off as a silly gift, but he found himself wearing it for Dylan. That happy memory cause Dylan to cuddle up to Ryan's hoodie for comfort. Even some nights, Dylan cries his tears into the hoodie wishing Ryan to come back to him. Even some days Dylan been called out by Kaitlyn and Abi for wearing the hoodie. Dylan couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. Let alone washing it because Ryan's scent let Dylan believe he never left.
Kaitlyn was sick of seeing Dylan in this state, so she requested that Dylan should start seeing other guys. Dylan refused, until he heard Ryan started dating some fool name Lamar. Dylan realized it was time to move on. He started dating sone doofus name Bryan (go figure). The weeks go by and Dylan was miserable. This Bryan character wasn't like Ryan at all. First his stupid pet name to Dylan. Dylan Wilin'. What the fuck is that? That had no spark like the time in the woods when Dylan introduced Dylan Dylan to Ryan and Ryan introduced Ryan Ryan to Dylan that made Dylan's heart skip a few beats. Inside jokes like that was being missed very to Dylan. Bryan refused to do any kind of cuddles because to him that's little too gay. That got a eye roll from Dylan. Bryan never laughed at any bad jokes of Dylan's. He told Dylan to leave the jokes to the professionals. But Ryan would laugh no matter how bad. Ryan always laughed for Dylan only. What broke the camel's back is that Bryan thinks Dylan making playlists about how he feels and listening to podcasts about ghost stories or investigations was childish. Childish?! Dylan couldn't believe this. But with Ryan...was so simple and different. They had a night each week that Ryan comes over and they share his air pods. They realized with air pods gave them more freedom to cuddle and move around than being tangled up in the headphones cord and causes Ryan's phone to fall. They cuddle, stare into each other eyes, listen to the music and letting the music speak their feelings. It was the little things, Ryan caressing Dylan's cheek softly, the soft kisses, the sweet whispering words, the forehead touching, the "I love you, Dylan." words ring from Ryan's deep voice.
Dylan had enough. He just had to get Ryan back. His missed Ryan so badly. Ryan is where Dylan felt safe. It was with Ryan that Dylan could drop the biased Dylan and be the real Dylan without being judged. Comfort was Ryan Erzahler. Nobody else could fill that void. Love was with Ryan. All that bullshit about soulmates and love at first sight was finally real to Dylan because everything was with Ryan. It was always Ryan.
Dylan arrived to Ryan's door and pretty much almost breaking the door down. This damn door wasn't going to get between Dylan and the love of his life. Dylan was about to bang on the door again, it swung open. Dylan's eyes widen at the sight. It was Ryan in the flesh. His Ryan. Dylan wanted to cry and just go straight into Ryan's arms, but he couldn't.
"What are you doing here, Dyl?"
Dylan sighed happily to himself. Hearing Ryan's voice and his nickname again brought the water works. Dylan broke down in front of Ryan and just poured everything out.
"Dylan, what's wrong?" Ryan asked. Even if they broken up, he still cared for the man and doesn't want to see Dylan hurt.
"Everything! Everything is wrong Ryan. Y-You're not home with me!" Dylan yelled out.
Confused, Ryan looked at Dylan as Dylan continued. "I tried. I tried so hard to move on, Ryan. But I fucking can't! I--I miss you so fucking much that it literally pains me. I can't focus on anything. I'm so behind on my studies because I don't hear your encouragement. I miss our stupid wise cracks on each other. I miss you holding me telling me things will be alright. I know I'm sounding selfish and I accept that, but...fuck Ryan I lost myself when you walked away from me."
Ryan was a little stunned to hear this. He sighed a bit. "Dyl, you ended us--"
"And I was a fucking idiot, Ry! I was a stupid fool. We could had worked it out! I didn't think!"
"No. No Dyl. It was right. We needed to split. It was the best for both of us. You were right, I do cling to the past. I just...the guilt just eats me alive to see you struggle with losing a hand on my expense. I know you told me to but we was young. You could had bled out and died!"
"I understand that Ry. I really really do! I was too selfish to considered your feelings. I'm so sorry Ryan."
Ryan looked down. "....I know Dyl."
Dylan panicked that Ryan refused to look at him. He turned to begging and he didn't care. He would do anything to get Ryan back. "Ryan, I'm so so fucking sorry. If I could go back in time, which I could totally do because I'm studying it, to stop myself for letting you walk away, I would!" Dylan heard Ryan scoffed to his quirky response. "In all seriousness Ryan, I miss you." The tears flowed again when Dylan realized that Ryan was basically emotionless. "Ryan...please. Please tell me how to fix this. I--I know you and Lamar is working things, but...I can't let you go. I just...if there is a chance of having you back to me...tell me. Please? Ryan..I love you so damn much. Please..Don't leave me behind."
Ryan didn't say nothing after Dylan's plea. After a few awkward minutes, Dylan realized he lost Ryan for good and it killed him inside. "I..I just hope you and Lamar be happy. Your happiness matter to me Ryan. Even if I'm not the one who is making you happy."
Dylan was about to walk away, until he felt a tug on his prosthetic hand. He turned to see Ryan's hand on it. Dylan looked up at Ryan who was staring back at him. "Ry? I--"
Dylan was suddenly pulled into a deep and passionate kiss. Dylan returned the kiss to Ryan. It felt right to him that Ryan's lips was on his. Nobody could kiss Dylan and leave him breathless like Ryan could. No other kisses make Dylan feel love and passion behind it like Ryan's could.
After the kiss, Ryan held Dylan close to him. "I love you, Dylan. I never stopped loving you."
Dylan weeps in Ryan's shoulder. That safe and comfort feeling in Ryan's arms came back. Ryan's scent still the same. He never stopped wearing the cologne Dylan brought him. "God, Ryan. I couldn't stop loving you. Hell, I fucking can't stop. It always been you, Ryan. Only you. I'm always yours, Ryan."
Ryan left feathery kisses on Dylan's neck. The live never left. After their moment, Ryan called Lamar about the bad news. Lamar knew the writing was on the wall that he never really had the chance with Ryan. No matter how hard he tried. Dylan was shocked to hear the conversation on Lamar's end that even with Ryan, Ryan couldn't help but to bring up Dylan. It was "Dylan did this and Dylan did that". Dylan smiled. To Ryan, it was always Dylan.
"So, Bryan? Seriously Dylan. Bryan?"
Dylan heard Ryan asked. Dylan rocked on his heels. "Umm..Bryan? Who's Bryan, Ryan? Is there something you're trying to tell me?" Ryan laughed and pulled Dylan for another kiss.
Fast forward, it took them no time to fall back to their normal routine. Things went as normal as it could. Ryan even invited Dylan and his family to his family's cookout. Which Dylan questioned because Ryan never did this before. Even if their both families accepted each other. Ryan did this for a reason for the family to get used to one another. And...
"So I got something to say" Ryan stood up and said as both families and Dylan looked on. "So I want to thank both families to join us today and uh.." Ryan rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness until he turned to Dylan. Who smiled at him. That smile made Ryan feel like Superman. He smiled back. "Well, I wanted to ask Dylan something important" Dylan frowned in confusion. Dylan turned to the families who acted nonchalant. But the scream of OMG's from Ryan's sister staggered Dylan. He turned to face Ryan who was already half way on one knee. Dylan gasps in a confusing surprise. Ryan nervously laughed as he finally got on his one knee. He took hold of Dylan's left hand and cleared his throat. "Dyl, I--"
"YES!"
"Dylan, really?! Could you at least wait until you hear what I have to say first?" Ryan shook his head at his boyfriend but smiling as he does it.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry, babe! Please, continue" Dylan said as he heard both families laugh.
"So I was saying. Dylan, you are the most amazing person I ever met. I love you so much and I can't see my life from now on without you. So..." Ryan, with shaky hands pulled out a ring box and opened it. It revealed a black onyx ring with a small sapphire crystal in the middle. It fits Ryan's semi-gothic aesthetic. To Dylan, it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry on the planet because Ryan picked it out. Dylan's eyes watered up as he braced himself for Ryan's next question.
"Dylan Lenivy, would you do the honor to be my partner in life and marry me?"
Dylan finally let the happy tears run down his face with a smile. "Yes, Ryan. Yes I will marry you!"
Ryan smiled and placed the ring on Dylan's left prosthetic finger. Ryan designed the ring himself to fit both of Dylan's real and prosthetic hands. After sliding the ring on, Ryan leans up and kisses his future husband to be as they hear the cheering from both families.
Dylan opened his eyes from the memory as he stands in his white, black and sliver suit. On his wedding day.
"Hello! Earth to Dylan!"
Dylan focused on Kaitlyn who was smoothing out her jacket on her tux and fixed her tie a bit. "How was the trip?"
"Amazing. You should book a flight to memory island one day."
"Ugh sounds pricy. No thanks."
"Did I tell you the drinks are free and good?"
"You had me at free drinks."
Dylan and Kaitlyn both laughed. "But no seriously. Are you ok? Did the cold feet thawed?"
"It wasn't cold feet. I needed to be reminded." Dylan smiled. "Thanks Kait. This is why you are my best woman."
"Like there was anyone else who could be the best man but me. Since I was the only one who put up with both of you idiots stupidity." Kaitlyn said. "How could one be an art genius and one has a degree in Quantum Physics but still be dumb when it comes to both of your love lives?"
"The world may never know" Dylan asked as he heard a knock coming from the door. "Come in!"
Dylan's mom entered. She smiled at Dylan. "Look at my handsome man." She cups Dylan's face and hugs him. After the hug she leans back. "Are you ready, Dylan?"
"Yeah hang on." Dylan went to put on his suit jacket that had a long train at the bottom. He joked that he was the bride in this wedding. So he felt to have something like a bride would wear.
Kaitlyn and Dylan's mom smiled. The completed suit looks good on him.
"My beautiful son." Dylan's mom beamed.
"Ehh he looks alright." Kaitlyn said teasingly.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I've give you a ten. Where as I'm an eleven." Kaitlyn smirks.
Dylan shot a glare and mouthed "Fuck You" at Kaitlyn who just blew a kiss and a wink towards him. Dylan's mom laughed. "Enough you two." She turned to Dylan. "Ready to go?"
Dylan took a deep breath and nods confidently. "Yeah. Yeah I am."
Kaitlyn pats his back. "Let's get you married."
The three walked out the room for the ceremony.
#Maybe a part 2?#radioheads#ryan x dylan#dylan x ryan#rylan#drylan#the quarry#kaitlyn ka#ryan/dylan#dylan/ryan#ryan erzahler#dylan leviny
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babyyy!!! i was listening to songs and these two struck out as perfect for the emperor obi-wan fic <333
Saudebaazi (from aakrosh)
the lyrics and the tune has me going mad-
seedhe saadhe saara saudha seedha seedha hona ji (the the trade/business/deal is simple/straightforward)
maine tumko paana hai ya tumne meko khona ji (either i get/acquire/gain you or you have to lose me)
literally true for this disaster duo cause they began with a contract!!!!
Mere sang (idk the film but katrina's in it???)
this is such anakin thinking about obi wan in the later parts of the fic!!
mere sang toh chal zaraa (walk with me)
kyun dikhe dara dara (why do you look so afraid)
chal tujhko aa chupa du apni main baahon mein (come, let me hide you in my arms)
chal khwaab kuchh sajaa du teri in nigaahon mein (come, let me decorate your eyes with dreams)
i couldnt stop myself and went and binge read the whole of the fic again im now sick with pining these two are such idiots
BABY!!! Took me almost a week to get the time to sit down and listen to these songs (I kept putting them on and then getting distracted... next time I'm playing them in the shower 😂) but you are SO right omg 🙌
Saudebaazi has that classic, like, time-period-appropriate feel to it. It just matches SO well. And the lyrics 🥺 Sauda umeedon ka hai, khwaabon ka, neendon ka hai -> This deal is made of hopes, is made of dreams, is made of sleep.
Like ohhh they both had so many hopes about how things would turn out when they started and they're only just beginning to get to where they wanted to be.
The second song I'd never heard before but I like it! (Turns out it's from the movie New York, jsyk) The "why do you look so afraid" literally SLAYED me. Anakin wanting to take care of Obi-Wan always always gets me 😭
Now obviously I have to bring my own contributions to the table… Jaane Kyun Log Pyaar from Dil Chahta Hai absolutely breaks my heart but it's very much the both of them at the crux of the "enemies" part of their arcs. Even just the way it opens… Jaane kyun log pyaar karte hai. Jaane kyun voh kise pe marte hai. -> Why do people love? Why does a person die for someone / pine for someone?
Bc Anakin just straight up does not get it (ie: he's never had big dreams of love, and the concept is only causing him pain) and Obi-Wan is… obviously… having a bad time in those chapters…
Pyaar mein sar jhukaana parta hai -> In love, you have to lower your head
Dard mein muskuraana parta hai -> Even in pain, you have to smile
Zehr kyun zindagi mein bharte hai -> Why do people fill their lives with this poison?
My mind also went straight to Galliyan from Ek Villain (but the unplugged ver though cause there's just something so tragic about it). I truncated some parts just so this isn't insanely long but:
Yahi doobe din mere -> This is where my days end
Yahi hote hai savere -> This is where my mornings happen
Yahi marna aur jeena -> This is where I die and where I live
Yahi mandir aur Medina -> This is my temple and Medina
Teri galliyan… -> Your alleyways…
Mujh ko bhaave, galliyan teri galliyan -> They soothe me, your alleyways
…Yun he tarpaave, galliyan teri galliyan -> …They agonize me, your alleyways
Idk WHAT it is about people using religion to describe love (a la Tujh Mein Rab Dikta Hai, Jab Se Tere Naina, etc) but it drives me INSANE, I can't get enough
I'm sure if I thought a little harder, some less depressing songs would come to mind but like. I have one brain cell and it likes seeing obikin suffer 😅
#also to me sun zara from lucky is like the ultimate pining song so it feels very them...#out here about 3 seconds from making a playlist#but idk if I'd want songs in english songs in hindi or a mix lol#emperor obi-wan au#asks#imjusttoofunky
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It was a windy evening. Y/n awaited the return of her husband again, praying to God, "Don't let this be another night of me waiting for the whole night, I'm too tired to be understanding of his duty right now. You know sometimes it is almost as if he enjoys making me wait. Every other constable and even officer gets home on time but not this man, he-"
"You can stop complaining to your Mahadev now priye, your darling husband is home," He stopped to lift his wrist, "two minutes early!"
Y/n watched his lips lift and form a huge smile as he stood with his arms spread out like a starfish.
"Haan toh? Just this week you made me wait for whole night without food and sleep, two minutes early doesn't compensate for it."
Ram's arms dropped comically fast, "But but then I went out and bought some nice crisp hot jalebi, don't forget that," Y/n for some reason found his slight stutter really adorable.
"You bought me sweets the day I had my nirjala vrat because of you, patidev."
The smirk on her face was a tell tale sign of how much she was enjoying reminding him of the night and the following day. Ram was certain that if he didn't do something immediately or more like if somebody above didn't do something, he'd have hear about it for the rest of his life.
One day he didn't come home and his woman used it against him every chance she got. He loved it, not that he'd ever say it.
"I still think you should say sorry and opt out of it, I don't think you can do eleven nirjala pradosh." Now she could argue that he was being mean, and she could absolutely do it but God's knew she couldn't.
For an entire day she had bugged Akhtar to Ram home. "Just tell him something shocking, he'll come running!"
After which poor sweet Akhtar slowly inched away and ran out of the house and straight to station.
Concisely that day he had to run back forth a lot before he hid himself in the shop.
"You're right I can't but now I have to, you cruel cruel man, how does one forget his own wife?"
Her words were harsh but her face- she had the most beautiful wide smile.
Being in the station and having to watch terrible stuff go on was exhausting. Ram felt like every day he stepped in that place a small piece of his soul left.
Y/n was a breath of fresh air, he looked forward to being with her at the start and end of his day.
Her friendship had eased his tension on the stormiest nights and annoyed him on the sunniest days. She knew it and she didn't intend to stop till he asked her to.
"Now that your self praise is done, dinner? I made aalu ka halwa."
Y/n turned to the kitchen to begin heating up everything.
Quickly he took off his uniform and kept it aside and went to shower. Usually he'd sit there and think for an hour but he feared if he made Y/n wait a other night for dinner, then she'd be having him as dinner. Also aalu ka halwa.
"So-"
"So?" A quick snort was awarded before she disappeared back in kitchen. "Sit, this will heat up in a second!"
"Do you want help?" Sitting alone was something he'd prefer in station, not at home.
She didnt answer but came out with a container, "Help? Itna pyaar? Mar na jau main!" She looked at him. He was currently giving her the most flat expression ever. "I'm kidding! The best help is to sit, eat and tell me about your day."
"Usually you keep shouting and whining about how work at the mill along with chores at home are crushing you. Now that your man offers help, you make fun of him. He bhagwaan mere hi bhagya m aisi ladki likhi?"
Hearing as she broke out tittering, Ram allowed a smile to form. "Now give me my halwa."
"Ji ji, right away," She scooped some out of the bowl and kept it aside, "but first, here is food."
"Skip to dessert?"
Quitely chuckling she set his plate, "Acha listen your uniform needs to be washed, so-"
"So?"
"So, take a leave tomorrow yaar." She just hoped he'd listen to her. He had no weekly leaves, worked close to sixteen hours, didn't even have leaves on festive occasions. How he had managed to live like this for years was a mystery she didn't want to solve.
"Why do I need to take leave for that? I have another."
It surprised Y/n how he didn't even take a second to consider it. Was it truly so bad for him? Did he truly could not afford a day off?
"Ram," She tore herself a bite, "one day? Just one day? Last time you stayed home was six months ago."
He inconclusively mmphed. Work seemed to have shifted his focus from his work to hers.
Y/n listened to him go off on a tangent about how some people from her workplace were protesting in front of British offices. He had to be there and curb them.
"You know for a second I thought you'd be there but thank God you weren't. By the way, why were they protesting, you never said anything about the problems at the mill."
Her breath took up a bit, he was right. Why didn't I tell him?
"Ram you know British, they poke their noses in everything and everywhere. I didn't think they'd be so interested or that their interest would run for so long. Anyway, you're taking a day off tomorrow and that is it."
Ram tried to protest. He could find the leader of God's any day now.
But wouldnt it be easier to find him when you're not dressed as an officer?
He had the perfect excuse infront of him and he seized it.
"Alright dear wife, I'll stay in tomorrow." He could hear leaves crinkle as wind blew pleasantly. "Chalo at least it's a good weather, I think I'll have a nice sleep."
"Haan, let's sleep out tonight!"
He had no idea how she managed to be so mature yet so childish at times.
"No, let's not give ourselves up to mosquitoes."
As if she knew he'd say so, she just went to wash the dishes and then changed into more comfortable clothes.
For a second she just stopped to stand in the courtyard and feel the wind in her hair and earth between her toes. Moonlight painted the world in a silver sheen while the lamps Cast a holy glow on her face.
Life had changed in past few months, she got married and then managed to form a decent relationship with Ram. Speaking of who, she hoped he wasn't planning to spend the night reading as always. That man was in desperate need of rest as anyone could be.
"Baaki ka I think you can finish up tomorrow?" Quickly she grabbed the diary and moved away before he could snatch it back.
"Nahi na, just a few pages and then I'll keep it away," well he could argue but Y/n recognized his excuses. It was never a few pages, it was either no page or all pages there was no in between.
"You have a chance to sleep properly, ek toh I don't why Mahadev bound me to single most stubborn and stupid man."
"Haan so what if I'm stubborn, you're stubborn too!"
"Not like you, at least I take care of myself!"
"I'm the one who takes care of you, devi!"
"How? When you're at duty? Bhoot bnke?"
"I send you food that you like! Last week I sent pyaaz k pakode, samosa and all, how can you say i don't?"
Ram looked at her as she stomped to the bed and lied down, "Haan that all you remember, you just can't remember to sleep or inform me!"
He rubbed his forehead and went to sit beside her. "Acha baba, I'll read tomorrow, bas?"
Cute as she looked irritated, Ram liked it better when she was pleased and happy.
"I mean abhi kl chhutti h toh, let's take a walk?"
It was nice weather for the first time in the season and Y/n did not want to spend that moment inside when she could be out, enjoying.
"Ahaan, walk and all you want to do but reading becomes an issue, nice. Chalo." Smiling to herself she got up and put on her sandals.
"You love it too, husband," She laughed as she saw Ram get shy after she winked at him.
"Pasand toh h, chalo madam aapki tamanna puri krde."
That's how they found themselves wandering just at the edge of the more forested area of the city. Somewhere along the walk Ram started talking about his work, divulging his stress.
"You're talented and studious, you could as easily get into other work, why do you keep going back to that good for nothing job?"
Y/n gently probed him.
"No Y/n you don't understand.. ever since I was a kid, this has been my goal. I always knew I wanted to get here. Haan, I just never realized how taxing this would be but that goal never changed."
The control in his voice, the tense shoulders broke her heart. Everybody was mourning the loss of their free will and here was this man, this man who made his choice to give up that free will.
"This goal, is it so important?"
"More than me."
After he trailed off, Ram didn't speak for good few minutes. Y/n didn't have the words either.
So they simply kept strolling.
"It's late, we should head back." Ram felt scared, he hadnt wanted to say a lot and then close off. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something. Perhaps he would finds the right words in the morning.
Anyways he was sure his wife would, she had that talent.
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The Earth is Online Chapter 4.2
The spiritual weirdo shook his head in dismay.
“We haven’t started to search yet.”
The little girl said angrily, “You seriously haven’t looked yet? At meal time I took advantage of the teacher not paying attention and with great difficulty snuck out to find you guys. The first day is almost over. Afternoon classes are finished and I have to go home. If my mom finds out, I’m done for.”
Tang Mo said, “Do you have any clues? Do you remember any information about that book?”
The little girl’s twin-tails shook. “I don’t remember.”
The spiritual weirdo urgently said, “You won’t give us a clue?”
The little girl suddenly said, “Ah, I remembered. Today I found this feather in my room. Right, this is a demon’s feather! I only know that I definitely didn’t lose the book. It’s that damned demon who stole it! Those demons are all bastards who most like to cheat. I hate demons the most. That evil demon. I must capture him, break his wings, then put him into a popcorn machine and pop him into my favorite popcorn!”
The little girl took out a black feather and handed it to Tang Mo. Then she once more skipped away.
[Ding dong! The angel camp received hint number one - a demon’s feather.]
Tang Mo: “...”
The spiritual weirdo: “...”
After a moment, Tang Mo said, “This is our hint?”
The spiritual weirdo was also a little confused. He thought about it and said, “Does this feather have some other function?”
Tang Mo stroked the feather and, holding it aloft, swung it twice. It seemed to be merely an ordinary feather without even half a point of magical power. Tang Mo tried hard to test and see if it actually had hidden mystical power, but it maintained the same tranquil shape as before, silently ridiculing him.
The lights at this time suddenly went out. The spiritual weirdo let out a shriek.
The entire city library was submerged in darkness in a flash and Tang Mo’s heart skipped a beat. He happened to be standing beside the service desk and subconsciously switched on the old fashioned desk lamp with a “ka-ta.” Feeble, yellow lamp light flickered and illuminated a meter around the service desk. Tang Mo and the spiritual weirdo were both encircled within it.
Tang Mo’s eyes stared without blinking into those bookshelves which were enveloped by darkness. He endured the tension and attempted to turn on the other light, but discovered that, aside from the desktop lamp, no other light could turn on. The two people standing closely to the service sat down.
In this endless darkness, their dread became even more obvious. In the whole third floor of the city library, there was only this little bit of dusky lamp light. It was insufficient to illuminate the rest of the space. It seemed as though there was an immense, ferocious beat hiding in the dark, and that so long as they moved even a step outward, they would surely be mercilessly devoured into its belly.
“Did you hear that sound!?” The spiritual weirdo leaned fearfully toward Tang Mo.
At this, Tang Mo’s scalp went numb. He listened carefully for a moment.
“No, I didn’t hear anything.“
The spiritual weirdo swallowed a mouthful of saliva. “Why did the day suddenly go dark…”
Tang Mo remembered the nursery rhyme that the childlike voice had sung at the start: “'Three days and three nights without speaking, the angel and demon want it.' During the day the angel may obtain a hint and during the night the demon may burn down a bookshelf…Could it be that this game’s day and night have a different rate of flow from ours?”
The spiritual weirdo was too afraid to think.
Tang Mo forced himself to calm down. “It’s two hours.”
“What?”
“The game began at 17:52 and it’s currently 19:58. Two hours are one ‘day.’”
The spiritual weirdo said, “Your memory is this good!?”
He vaguely remembered the nursery rhyme that had been sung. It really seemed to have mentioned a time period. However, at that time he was extremely afraid. How could he pay attention then, let alone remember now? Tang Mo had seriously memorized it?
Actually, Tang Mo was also very astonished. He had also noticed that his memory was currently unusually good. For example, he still remembered that the Minnie Mouse on the little girl’s pink book bag had a yellow bow and that she was holding a pink lollipop in her hand.
Since when was his memory this good?
He didn’t have the time to think about it right now.
Tang Mo calmly said, “For the time being, let’s assume that two hours serves as one ‘day.’ The nursery rhyme said, ‘three days and three nights without speaking.’ After three days, the little girl will die. So…we can infer that this ‘night’ is also two hours. During the ‘night’ period, the demon will come out and burn down a bookshelf.”
After that, Tang Mo and the spiritual weirdo stared unwaveringly with wide eyes at the twenty-three pitch black bookshelves. Although they knew that the game forbade violence, an unknown dread enveloped the two of them. They did not dare relax their tight grips on the stun batons, as though it was a psychological comfort.
However, half an hour passed and they did not see a single person or the scene of a bookshelf burning down.
The spiritual weirdo said, “Is there a demon?”
Tang Mo tightly pursed his lips and turned to look at the spiritual weirdo. “There should be.”
“Why hasn’t that guy burned down a bookshelf yet?”
Tang Mo leaned against the service desk’s tabletop and meaningfully said one sentence, “I also want to know why he has not yet burned down a bookshelf.”
The spiritual weirdo didn’t clearly hear this sentence, but Tang Mo had already turned his head, his grip on the stun baton tight as he gazed deeply at the spiritual weirdo. “Mr. Chen, why do you think the demon hasn’t yet burned down…”
“Boom!” The sound of an enormous explosion abruptly went off in the city library.
Tang Mo looked with wide eyes toward the place where the explosion had sounded and saw at that moment a monstrous flame. A raging inferno had swallowed the seventh bookshelf. An enormous blaze appearing in the city library was incomparably frightening. The fire illuminated everything.
Tang Mo and the spiritual weirdo watched that place closely until the end, but up until the fire was completely extinguished, they didn’t see anyone emerge.
On the second ‘day,’ the little girl again skipped over with that Minnie book bag on her back.
“You still haven’t found my book? Today my mom went to visit Uncle Mole’s house. It wasn't easy but I’ve hidden it from her and she still hasn’t found out that my book was stolen. I can’t hide it from my mom. She will definitely find out. When can you help me find my book?”
Tang Mo’s complexion was slightly pale. He massaged his temples. “Do you remember a clue about the book today?”
The little girl very discontentedly said, “Like I said, I don’t remember, I don’t remember, I don’t remember!”
Tang Mo reminded, “This is the second ‘day.’”
After this sentence fell, the little girl did not speak again, but Tang Mo got the impression that beneath the layers of mosaic, she should be looking at him with a very bizarre expression.
She said, “You are an angel. You’ve read so many books. You naturally know where the book is. I’m not an angel and I most hate reading. How can I know a clue about the book? Clearly you know!”
[Ding dong! The angel camp obtained the second hint - Mosaic’s Disdain.]
Tang Mo: “...”
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Translation Notes:
Not much to say today except that I've changed the way I schedule my translation time which gives me more time to edit. Hopefully the quality will be better from here on out. I might go back and edit previous chapters at some point.
I'm guessing the references to Minnie will be cut in the official English translation but I'm really curious to see what happens to a certain other heavily trademarked character that appears later on LMFAO.
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ahh congrats on finishing midterm!! sending u party toot thingies so we can toot party toot things together toot toot (idk what theyre called)
but for the firectors cut!! if i can be so selfish as to ask for two..
⭐️ meet me where the flowers are
⭐️ thou shall not die
literally anything you wanna say about them pls maam i'll be happy w mere crumbs
(i actually went back to ur m.list and i really wanna reread these)
thank you so much! sorry it took me a day to reply, i was waiting for one final midterm (i was technically done with majors but this one subj just felt important to make me wait a whole damn day only to never issues the exam <3 i am fucking pissed) it's not selfish to ask for two! you could've asked for more and i wouldn't bat an eye.
meet me where the flowers are - hwang hyunjin
oh, the love of my life. i think i spent days trying to find the right word combination to open the fic. i wasn’t heading anywhere with anything and i had rows upon rows of opening lines until i finally found the right one. it took a while, i can even remember just letting it sit in my drafts, completely given up on. but alas, i came up with the right word combination and with a plot already ready, i got to writing.
three inspirations: the k-drama youth of may which i finished days before i started writing this, the song hain ka by bullet dumas, and my frustration towards the results of our national elections. i came up with this at a restaurant (haha i remember looking at a chair across the room and imagining hyunjin sitting there? yk, like in that scene?) but i think the ride there was the actual medium. it gave me time to think about all three of them and before i knew it, i was typing this down on my notes app.
i was mad then, hearing the news of the son of a dictator leading the race for presidency. i couldn’t fathom how people allowed this blatant repetition of history to happen. i heard of stories of corruption, abuse, torture and killings back when that man’s father was in power and they ousted him and his family for it. only to have the same damn hands welcome them back into power 4 decades later. fucking hell. but, as enraged as i was, this story wasn’t written out of hatred (maybe a little bit haha). this was born out of grief towards people i never got to know but people who nonetheless only had the country’s best interest in mind. they fought back and lost their lives for it. everything that they fought for, all for nothing. (im not gonna bore you with politics tho so!! moving on!!)
i watched youth of may not knowing that the story would take a similar turn. turns out 80s in korea and 80s where i’m from weren’t too different lol lots of governments enforcing martial law and justifying extrajudicial killings as part of their duty <3 the gwangju massacre was a lockdown on an area where the SK gov’t suspected NK spies resided. and it frustrates me how a room full of people could issue a few commands to kill off a hundred innocent people just because of poorly supported suspicions. same goes for my country back then. and while i was very fortunate to live in a region where the dictator had some sort of bias towards, i never suffered losing someone directly. but i’ve heard enough stories, watched too many documentaries to still live in this bubble of neutrality.
then there’s ‘hain ka’ which translates into ‘where are you’. it’s a song written in my mother tongue making it more personal than literally anything else on my playlist. it tells a story of someone wondering what life would be like if the person they miss was still around. it breaks my heart every time i listen to it and it hurts no matter which way i listen to it. be it from the perspective of a friend suffering a fall out or a person grieving over someone who has passed away. YOU KNOW I’D BE HAPPY TO TRANSLATE THE WHOLE THING FOR YOU, that is if you want me to.
tldr; it’s a very personal fic, second only to ghosting. and it might be the first fic where i tackle a topic out of the ordinary fic scope. it’s borderline reality disguised in the form of fanfiction.
thou shall not die - kim seungmin
this is straight up chuuya brainrot disguised as a stray kids fanfic. i distinctly remember that this was inspired by me <dying on the dentist chair> and seeing my doctor’s sleeve smeared with my blood for the first time in the decade i’ve been visiting him. no, i’m not romanticizing my dentist or the act of going to my dentist. i was just shocked to see evidence of my bleeding be visible. the gauzes come and go but that smear would take bleach to remove and maybe a change of gowns before the next patient came in. it made me feel mortal in a way and like, i know i am, i’m just not actively reminded about it. i also know i nearly died a couple of times in that clinic but that was just the first time i paid any particular attention i guess.
fic-wise, this drew inspiration from a lot of things. there’s the wheel from howl’s moving castle, fissures with monsters from game of thrones, chuuya and yosano’s abilities from bungo stray dogs. there is really no deeper meaning to this beyond wanting to kill off a strong mc that actually has a chance to fight back but their power has a limit and this is it? DID THAT SENTENCE EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.
god i just realized that both these fics are just people running out of time. i picture how mc could’ve lived instead of sacrificing themselves. if they waited a little longer to regain their strengths and had that miraculous 1 out of 14 million chance of winning the losing battle without another casualty, they would’ve. but that wouldn’t make a good story to tell 🥱 honestly, i haven’t thought too much about this bc i hated it : ] but looking back it had such good dystopia potential especially with their abilities. i wish i introduced the whole gang and how their powers worked but i haven’t thought that far into it, didn’t feel the need to.
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DAY 1 OF RELEASING TRAUMA
October 19, 2023
Started: 9:44 PM
Finished: 23:51 PM
Here it goes ...
I thought making mistakes in life would cost me impenetrable pain. Atleast, that's what I know. When I was a child, I make it to a point that I do what they say. I set standards for myself, to always do what the adult says. And I did. When I saw that they were acknowledging my "behave" behavior, they would constantly carry me around from places to places. As a child, it was fun. I get to listen and behave. Aside from that, I get to meet a lot of people, some made me cry and others talk to me like a kid (because obviously I am). I was never exhausted talking to them, in fact, I love talking to people who talks to me like an adult. They would get fascinated on the way I speak. When let me do chores, I do it attentively. One day, my mother ask me to watch my brother in the baby crib since they would changed their clothes for a trip in an hour. The crib was a little bit high for a 1 year old baby since it was traditionally made it uwas used for all ages until 3 years old. I was 7 then and my brother 1. A few minutes later my father ask me something (I don't remember what it is), so I went and got it. I was standing and looking up, waiting for my father to get the thing that he was asking for. They were busy, they couldn't even careless if I was there or not but when I heard a big loud noise. And then later on proceeded into crying, I realize my brother fell off in the crib. I saw my parents hurried to the crib, carried my crying brother and worriedly check on him.
I was stunned and nervous. I don't know how to react, I was 7years old. It was new to me, I didn't even moved as I was also scared of the crying and the worrying. I felt like I was shaking.
A few minutes later, I saw my father grabbed me in my arms. He took the belt and immediately raised his hand and slam the thick belt in my legs. I was saying "no, no, no" as I was trying to stop the belt from hurting me. I felt my legs burning at that time, I saw the thing that my father wanted me to get flew into the floor. I was defending myself using my 2 hands while my father holding with his one arm and the other trying to inflict pain. Between the two of them said (I can't remember who exactly) "I told you to looked out for him, why can't you do what you're told to! Look at him, he was hurt. If anything happens to him. You better be ready!" (Diba giignan tika na bantayan nimo imuhang manghud? Nganong wala man ka nagpatuo?! Lantawa ni ron! Maunsa gale ni imuhang manghud, bantay lang ka!"
The belt was not new to me. And the pain.
I rationalize myself to always be ready when a belt comes in my way. I am scared of it, of course but at 7 years old I took the pain differently. The pain of the belt physically stings but the real pain was felt in my heart, I would always try to protect my heart from aching. I don't want my heart to get hurt that's what I always say when the belting was done and I have to tap on my chest for my heart to calm doen. My only reason of it was, if someone will "belt" me and I started crying, my heart will then start beating fast until it hurts and I couldn't breath.
I feel like my heart was bursting. I don't know what to do, the belting was done for 15 minutes or so. I just know because as my father was done, and I immediately went to the upper part of our rented house who was about to be having a landslide, all was silent. I just remember it was Saturday morning, around 9-ish am. I immediately cover my self and hide with our foams whose put into the side wall. I was thinking about my Lola, she was the only one whose ready to protect me but she's not there. I want her to looked at the bruises and the welt I've got how I have gotten so hurt because of nothing that I did not do. My heart took the liberty to beat so fast that it did not stop until I lay down and touch every welt that I got. In my arms, my legs and even the side of my body.
Later that day, my parents decided to bring my father with them and left me alone in the house. They were confident about me since we have a lot of neighbors around. Until I get to go outside and my friends was playing, they saw how puffy my eyes were and how I touched my hands with welts on them. I wore a pajama so that people wouldn't notice. Until I saw one of my neighbor, approached me and said "Whose got some beating?" (Kinsa may gibunalan?) (this man was also our closest neighbor and pose as my godfather-ish) I felt like crying again and I pity myself so much that I feel like no one was going to understand me. The man went inside anf I heard him talking to his wife (My godmother) and said "Why would they do that to the child? She did not do anything! They should be the one taking care of him, not her" (Nganong gibunalan nila ang bata? Nga wala manay sala. Dapat sila moy magbantay, dili ang bata"
I immediately went back to the house. With my eyes crying and heart hurting, it was then and there I started to see the world for its beauty that the world may have its beauty but it was also more than uglier like most people.
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Memoir
The cornerstone for success and personal development is frequently thought to be education. It reshapes our viewpoints, hones our abilities, and creates countless opportunities. Even the most committed and enthusiastic learners, though, occasionally have regrets about their academic careers. I welcome you to explore my own experiences in my memoir as I reflect on my deepest regrets and the priceless lessons people have taught me.
I was once a good student trying to learn everything that I wanted to know and discover things that would pique my interest, but not until I had the chance to have a girlfriend. At first, I thought that having one would make my life better even thought I’m still young that time. I wanted to have one since all of my friends already have one and I can see through my eyes that they were having the time of their lives, it made me a bit jealous of how they spend their lives happily while I was still lost and didn’t have the motivation to study at all.
At that time, my friend told me that he knew someone who’s looking for a boyfriend, I hesitantly asked him who the girl is and he told me the name and I quickly interacted with her and with just a couple of nights she became a part of my life that I couldn’t easily let go. I even went too far as I always choose to be with her instead of going to school. Some of my friends even told me that she’s only using me for her own good and they wanted me to break up with that girl, me being blindsided, didn’t even think of leaving the girl that I fell in love with.
Some time came and I was starting to feel like I was drifting away from my family because I always run away from home as far as possible when I get into a conflict with my mother.
“Ano na nangyayare sayo anak? Hindi ka naman ganyan dati! Kausapin mo naman ako!”
I stood silent and didn’t even think to look at my mother in the eyes.
“Di ka magsasalita dyan? Kausapin mo ko! Ibabato ko sa’yo to!”
After feeling like I was the only one who could understand myself, I left my house running like a horse without a lead.
Those words stabbed my heart and I was like a lost sheep in a herd, I felt like my family’s slowly drifting away at my presence and I was left all alone. But me being unaware and still have a mind of a child. Still chose to be with my girlfriend whom I think that would give me everything and every emotion that I would need to be satisfied with my life.
Until the time came when I saw her going out with another guy who’s not me but my friend. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I wasn’t able to pick up anything because of how it shattered. I cried and couldn’t handle my emotions because of how I treated her better than my family, than myself, than my friends. I was hurt and I couldn’t tell everyone because I cut everyone off in my life.
That’s when I realized that my mom still took the chance to talk to me even though I was at the lowest point of my life, even thought of committing suicide but I didn’t let it get through my mind because of how heart-broken I am. My mom talked to me saying
“You’re still young anak, you still have your dreams that you can achieve!”
“Meron pang ibang babae dyan na makikilala mo, na magttrato sayo ng tama, yung hindi ka lolokohin.”
After hearing those words, it hit me, realizing that no matter what happens, your family will always be there to listen to you, to help you, to encourage you, to make you get back up on your feet and continue living. Because mistakes can be lessons to be learned by a person. Like what happened to me, I learned to accept that not everything does not go my way in my life.
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Kakashi raises naruto thing p2
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Kakashi's next mission was going to be a quick one. He could tell that the Sandaime was still babying him. An assassination of a local lord who had delusions of becoming a god. When his team made camp he slunk off instead of keeping watch as he usually did. He went a fair distance away. Far enough that his team shouldn’t hear anything that they shouldn’t, but close enough that Kakashi could respond if something went wrong.
He settled on the boughs of an oak and took off his Anbu mask, tying it to his hip. He summoned Bull to him. He appeared with Naruto in his back pack. The dog flopped over on the branch with a soft wuff. Kakashi took the baby from him. Free hand petting Bull’s head.
“Thank you for looking after him. You can go if you want.”
But, Bull didn’t leave. He just shut his eyes and made himself at home. Kakashi shifted over, so he was now braced on Bull’s side. Peering down at the bundle in his arms. Naruto’s eyelashes fluttered as he woke up. His eyes were just as blue as they started. Kakashi thought that baby’s eyes darken as they aged up. That’s how it worked with puppies anyways. Naruto smiled up at him.
“What are you smiling for? Don’t you know that both your parents are dead and now you are stuck with me?” He grumbled.
“Ka!” Naruto cheered. Sticking his little hand out.
Kakashi let him wrap his tiny fingers around his pinky. Had he ever been this tiny? It didn’t feel possible. Some days it felt like he had popped out the ground a fully formed ninja. Naruto dragged his finger up to his mouth and started chewing on it. It wasn’t painful. He didn’t have teeth yet, but Kakashi didn’t particularly want to be covered in saliva. He tried to free his hand and Naruto immediately screwed up his face; a tell tale sign that he was about to cry.
Sighing, Kakashi let him have the finger back.
“You better not tell Pakkun I lost to a baby, Bull.”
Bull let out a rumbling chuckle and his wagging tail shook the branch they were on. Yeah. He was totally going to tell the entire pack. So much for loyalty.
Clearing his throat, Kakashi began to recite the beginning of A tale of a Gusty Ninja. “A brave ninja in a land far away took up his sword and set out for adventure…”
Naruto closely watched his face as he listened. He hoped he liked it. The book was something Sensei had gotten for him. Kakashi found that he rather liked carrying a book around. He could hide his face behind it, so it was like a double mask. And, besides people rarely bothered him when he had his nose buried in a book. It was peaceful.
The only problem was that he couldn’t be seen carrying a book around in Anbu uniform. It was too identifying of a feature. But he had a photographic memory and he could repeat it at will.
It wasn’t until after he got through the prologue that he realized that they had company. Kakashi went abruptly silent. His eyes scanning the trees for the threat. A Fire country owl hooted, four times. Kakashi let his chakra settle down from the half formed lightning jutsu he twisted it into.
Anbu Crane appeared on the tree next to them. He gave them a little wave.
“Sorry. You don’t normally go that far from camp and when you didn’t come back I got worried.”
“It’s alright.” Kakashi said. Frustration making him hunch over Naruto. “Will I be censured for letting you see my face now or when we return?”
Crane tilted his head. He hopped onto the branch above theirs, removing his mask in a swift motion.
Kakashi stared up at him. He was a Hyuuga. His hair was cropped short to his head, and he had a strip of cloth covering his forehead, so he was probably a branch member.
“There.” Crane said, satisfied. “Now it’s just a meet and greet instead of an accident. You’re allowed to reveal your face to your teammates if you want to.”
“Oh. That’s not in the handbook.”
“It’s an unofficial rule.” Crane leaned over the branch, watching Naruto chew on Kakashi’s finger.
“He’s certainly an energetic little guy, isn’t he? When he starts crawling you are going to be in hell.” He chuckled.
“I’ll just get a leash for him until he has enough sense not to get into trouble.” Kakashi said.
“A leash!” Crane snorted. “That’s more of an Inuzuka thing.”
“It’ll be a Kakashi thing too. Depending on how bothersome it gets.”
“Hey, kiddo wanna see a magic trick?” Crane said to Naruto. Snapping his fingers to get the baby’s attention. “Watch this.”
Crane took his Anbu mask and covered his face with it.
“Ah!” Naruto gasped.
“Where did I go?” He lowered his mask. “Here I am!”
Naruto broke out into hysterical giggles. The sound muffled around Kakashi’s finger.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Playing peekaboo. Kids love that stuff. I used to do it all the time for my cousin when he was little.”
Crane tucked his arm under his head. “You know Hound you don’t have to let him bite you. You can buy stuff for that. Pacifiers and such. Just don’t get one from Iron Country. They have funny ideas of what’s safe to go in their paints.”
“People are making stuff designed for babies that’s dangerous to them?” Kakashi asked.
“Yeah. Crazy world, isn’t it?”
~!~
After the mission he went home and took a nice, long, hot shower. Then he went out to look for baby stuff. But when he got there he had a bout of anxiety over his potential purchases. What if this one was made in Iron Country and the seller was trying to pass off tainted goods for a quick buck? He discreetly sniffed the ducky bib on the table. He didn’t smell anything off, but Kakashi didn’t feel confident that he could identify a threat he never smelled before.
He needed an expert.
~!~
Kakashi was much more polite the next time he knocked on the Uchiha’s clan head’s door. But that didn’t stop Mikoto from glaring at him when he opened the door.
“You’re late.” She said.
“I am? I don’t remember agreeing to come back here.” He said, bewildered.
“It was implied. So what are we doing today? Anything in particular?”
“I need to buy things for Naruto and I don’t know what’s safe.”
She nodded her head. “Alright. Let me get Sasuke and we can go.”
“Uh. Actually I thought you could tell me what brands to buy!” He called at her retreating back.
Mikoto didn’t make him wait for long. She pulled her hair up into a bun and had some sort of contraption that strapped her youngest to her front. Leaving both her hands free to form jutsu. Kakashi was immensely jealous. What was that thing and where did he get one??? Forget a pacifier he needed that ASAP.
“Where’s your bundle of joy at?” She asked.
“He’s at my apartment.”
Truth was that Kakashi didn’t want to bring Naruto with him when he went to check out the market. Crane hadn’t been very descriptive of the nature of the threat. Maybe it could be airborne under the right circumstances.
The market was still busy when they got there. Throngs of people milling about while merchants harked their wares. Kakashi wrinkled his nose. The primary scent in the air was of the various imported spices. It was rather pungent and could lead to him getting nose blind, if he wasn’t careful.
“Come on. There’s a lovely store over here that caters to clan members. You’ll find it to be more to your needs than these civilian storefronts.” Mikoto guided him away from the crowd over to an out of the way place.
Kakashi dithered over the selection of goods on display. There was a lot more here than a pacifier and he wasn’t sure how much of this stuff he needed. Mikoto eyed him.
“Why don’t I go over everything a new parent would need and you get anything you don’t have already?” She suggested.
She went over each item telling him what its purpose was and why people get it. Mikoto didn’t say anything when he bought everything she pointed out. Including the clothes. The only thing he didn’t get was the crib and that’s because Naruto slept with him. That crib thing was a waste of time.
The purchase he was most excited about was was the child harness like Mikoto’s he got! Now, he too, could carry a baby around and be a full threat. The leather was dyed a soft blue and ninja dalmatians played across the shoulder straps. He loved it. Kakashi bought so much stuff that he had to make an earth clone to carry it all back home. He sent it off while he accompanied Mikoto shopping for her next meal.
“After you finish dropping off your supplies you should come bring Naruto over for dinner.” She compared two different eggplants. Selecting the one that was longer and skinner.
“Hai, hai.” Kakashi uttered. Planning on ditching her the first chance he got.
That was too much socialization for him. He needed to decompress.
As they moved through the crowd he noticed something was off. The civilians were glaring at Mikoto. Everywhere she went conversations died and they stared at her. When she left they started again, but with a furious, ugly undertone threaded through. It reminded him of the time running up before his father’s death. The next man who looked a little too long at her got a genjutsu weaved around his minuscule chakra. The next step he’ll take will end up with him on the floor. It was a simple genjutsu. One that altered the balance. It was very hard to sense.
Mikoto smacked him upside his head. Breaking his concentration. “Don’t commit crimes in front of me. Did you forget that my husband is the captain of the police force?”
“But!” Kakashi protested.
“But nothing! I knew what I was getting into when I decided to help you. Let me deal with the consequences. Oh. And Kakashi for that little stunt you aren’t getting any dessert after dinner.”
He scowled and stomped after her. As if he wanted some dumb fruit from a dinner he wasn't going to go to. But he hadn’t known that their anger was related to her spending time with him. What exactly was going on with the Uchiha Clan?
~!~
Gai was scaling the hokage mountain with only his hands when Kakashi found him.
“Gah!” Cried Naruto from where he was strapped to Kakashi’s chest. He had to take off his flak jacket in order to make the harness fit, but it shouldn't matter. Kakashi usually killed his opponents before they could attack him. The extra armor was more decorative than anything.
“I know. He is blinding, isn’t he? I’ll try not to get too close to him.” He muttered.
“My rival!” Gai beamed. “If I cannot climb this mountain before you I’ll run around the village 50 times.” He started scuttling up the mountain at a surprising speed despite only using his hands.
Kakashi snorted. As if he would lose to him even with his lead. He jumped up, running along the face of the Nidaime. It had been close, but Kakashi pulled into the lead when he leapt over the Nidaime’s nose instead of going around like Gai did.
“Ah! My hip rival you have bested me again. I need to train even harder.”
“Wait Gai, before you go I have something I want to ask you.” Kakashi rushed out before he could leave. The man was impossible to stop when he really got going.
“You don’t have to ask me! I already know.” Gai said striking a pose. “I will of course raise your child in the event that you perish defending our village. Never fear.”
“Oh— I. Thanks.” Kakashi said, awkwardly. He hadn’t actually thought what would happen to Naruto if he died. He’d figured that his summons would take care of him until Naruto could reverse summon himself out of the summoning realm. But if he wasn’t with them when Kakashi died he’d be trapped alone as the contract severed their connection to this world. Kakashi was touched by Gai’s dedication, but he didn’t know if it was possible for him to take in Naruto. The council would probably dump the baby into an orphanage. Kakashi decided to ask how Mikoto how he could make Gai his guardian preference.
“Seriously, Gai thank you, but that’s not why I am here. I wanted to know about the situation regarding the Uchiha clan.”
Gai went deadly serious. He pursed his lips. “Oh I see…. My dear rival I’m surprised you don’t already know, but you’ve always been a bit antisocial.”
“Get to the point.”
“Well, there has been rumors going around that the person behind the Kyuubi attack was an Uchiha.”
Kakashi went cold. “What the hell! I was there. It wasn’t an Uchiha. The only thing I could smell was an odd vegetal scent. Uchiha don’t smell like that.”
Gai made a complicated gesture. “Yes, but the fires swept through there after you left with your youthful charge. The Anbu in charge of keeping the crime scene pristine were mysteriously injured, so the Inuzuka didn’t have a chance to confirm it for themselves. The mystery has made everyone speculative. And when a rumor cropped up about the Uchiha being able to control the tailed beasts it got out of hand.”
“And now if I try to dispel it I’ll make things worse, because it’ll look like I am covering for them after they helped me. Damn.” Kakashi shifted Naruto up, so he'd stop digging his little feet into his guts.
“Exactly.” Gai gave him a thumbs up. “It’s a most unyouthful situation you’ve found yourself in.”
“Mikoto didn’t say anything to me about this. If I had known I wouldn’t have troubled her. This is my fault.” Kakashi stared down at his hands.
He really was a burden on the people around him. If Kakashi was a little bit quicker, more clever, he wouldn’t be alone now. He’d have saved Obito, Rin… even Sensei. Kakashi doubled over. Suddenly, missing Minato-sensei so much he couldn’t breath. Sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Sensei, Kakashi thought. I’m ruining your son and I don’t have a clue how to fix this mess. You’d have known. You were always smarter than me.
"Ka." Naruto whimpered. Kakashi gently stroked his head.
"Don't cry. Everything's alright."
Gai patted Kakashi on the back. “The rumors started before you spent time with the Uchiha clan, my rival. Don’t blame yourself. I’m sure the reason why she didn’t tell you isn’t because she doesn’t trust you. Mikoto-sama was good friends with Kushina before her passing. I’m sure she wants to protect her friend’s legacy in her own way.”
Kakashi scowled at him. “I’m already protecting Naruto. He’s safe with me.”
“I was talking about yourself! As Kushina’s only student you must hold a special place in her heart.”
“What are you talking about? I was Minato-sensei’s student. Not Kushina’s.” He said, irritated.
Gai put his hands on his hips. “She was the one who taught you sealing, wasn’t she?”
“Well yes, but that’s just because Sensei’s style was too hard for me to understand. Kushina had more digestible explanations.”
“So you were her sealing student!”
Kakashi hadn’t thought of it that way. He figured she had taught him as a favor to Sensei not because she wanted to. He wished he had called her Kushina-sensei at least once while she was alive. What would she have done? Would she have been mad? Glad? It was a pointless thing to think about since he’ll never know, because she’s dead now. He wondered if Mikoto saw it the same way. He doubted it.
“Regardless I am a jounin not a genin. I can handle myself. If she doesn’t want me involved too bad. I owe her and I won’t watch the civilians tear them apart.”
“That’s the spirit my rival, but what are you going to do?”
“The only thing I can do. Figure out where the rumors are coming from.”
~!~
Kushina flounced into Sensei’s apartment. The scent of ramen clinging to her. “What are you doing Kakashi? Studying?” She dumped her keys onto the counter.
“Sensei gave me a book to memorize.” He snapped. Perched on the lumpy couch like a gargoyle.
He could remember them just fine, but that didn't turn into understanding. Kakashi was used to being a genius. He didn't do this. He never struggled.
She leaned over his shoulder. Eyes flicking over the pages. “You aren’t going to learn anything like that!” She scoffed, and ripped the book from his hands.
“Hey—” Kakashi twisted round in his seat.
“Let me show you.” Kushina took up his brush and pulled his sealing paper over. With a few flicks of her wrist a new seal was formed.
“Okay, so what does it do?”
“I don’t know.” He growled. “You threw away my sealing book I need to decipher it.”
“You don’t need that old thing Kakashi. Feel it.” She said, dragging his hand onto the seal.
Kakashi traced the ink. Feeling an odd buzz in his fingertips. “Uh— it’s something to do with disguises. Like a genjutsu, but more solid. It’s not the whole body. It’s more specialized.” He went over a part again feeling he was close to figuring it out. “It only changes one thing. The hair, I think. It turns the hair pink?”
He looked up at Kushina to await her judgment. A gigantic grin split her face. “You were close! It’s red.” She took a small mirror out of her bag and held it up to his face. “Tada~”
His hair was now a bright red. The same shade as Kushina’s.
“You also missed that it’s contact triggered.” She laughed. “It lasts a week, so you better figure out a counterseal fast if you don’t want people to think you’re my son.” She tousled his hair with a soft smile.
With a jerk Kakashi woke up. Sweat soaked. The clock told him it was 3 am. He dragged himself into the bathroom. Flicking on his shower, so nobody would hear him when he started crying.
#kakashi hatake#naruto uzumaki#mikoto uchiha#might gai#kushina uzumaki#naruto#naruto fic#rough draft#snippet#socwrites#i actually wrote this yesterday#but i felt it'd be excessive#to post two chapters in one day#lol#i should sit down and edit this#since i am probably going to#keep writing#but i don't wanna#:'(#plus i'd have to look up how to make gai's speech#more youthful#i may have wrote 3k in one sitting#but i ain't fond of research work#also i hope that kushina part#ripped your soul out like it did mine
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Husband acquired!! Kas wasted absolutely no time in getting a piece of that
#swtor#elven's swtor screenshots#swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai#sith pureblood#sith inquisitor#andronikos revel#ni'kasi/andronikos#androni'kasi#now he just has to wait for...two or three more planets before he unlocks the Full Tragic Backstory (tm) /lh#listen kas took one look at him and went I Want Some Of That and i love that for her. get it girl#sjkhgsjkdgdkjgdkj
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Night Changes
This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!
So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.
Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.
Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.
“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.
Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”
“Not much.”
He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”
Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”
Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”
James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.
James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”
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The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.
“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.
“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”
“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.
“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”
“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”
“D’accord.”
“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.
It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.
“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”
There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.
Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”
“Thought I lost you for a sec.”
“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.
“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”
Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”
“How?”
“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”
‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”
Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.
Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”
“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”
With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.
“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”
They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.
“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”
“I’m a good listener.”
James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”
Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”
“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”
“Probably not.”
“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”
“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.
“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.
“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.
James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”
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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.
His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.
Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”
“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.
“A swimming pool.”
The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”
His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.
“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.
Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”
A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.
“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.
“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”
Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”
“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.
James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.
Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.
“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”
A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”
“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”
“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”
James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.
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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader
Title: She’s My Collar
Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot
Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you
Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS
NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.
4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.
6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!
12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???
You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.
Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.
“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.
Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.
Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?”
“Siyempre naman.”
After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.
In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.
Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.
You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.
The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.
Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.
Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.
In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.
Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.
And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.
Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”
At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.
It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing.
Ah shit.
“TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”
You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.
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kaleidoscope (loki x reader, smut)
Summary : Loki has got the whole night ready : the hotel suite, the rope and the perfect lover.
Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x female reader.
Words : 1,504
TW : Smut. Oral sex (female receiving, male only mentioned), fingering, unprotected sex, bondage, dom/sub kink, safe word use, masturbation (only mentioned).
Note : Based on readers’ requests. A lot of you wanted Loki in this sort of plot, so I really hope you enjoy it.
"What is this place?“
Your eyes widened as you entered the hotel room. Room — that’s what he called it, but you had never seen an hotel room this big, before tonight. It looked like the most luxurious New-York apparement you had ever set a foot in.
“Our room, for the next..—“ He checked his phone, before turning it off and setting it down the table. “Exactly eight hours and forty-two minutes.“
A laughter escaped your lips. Loki surely knew how to make this romantic, but not by counting every minutes.
“Then we better get started, big boy.“
It all started two weeks ago, after you spent the night at the Avengers headquarters. Loki’s room was on the same floor as Black Widow’s and Captain America’s. After what had been a wild night for both you and Loki, your first time having sex with the god you had been dating for two months, Natasha couldn’t help but to tease you during the entire breakfast. It was only by how blushed Steve’s cheeks went when Natasha mentioned how Loki seemed to have lost his voice overnight, that you realized they both knew. Soon enough, Loki decided both of you deserved a night of wildness without dealing with the Avenger’s sarcastic comments.
When he mentioned an hotel room, you had imagined a gloomy motel room. But there you were, inside what seemed to be a palace room coming from a Disney’s animation film. It didn’t stop you from kissing your man with all the passion and desire you had been saving for this moment. Loki had been so busy with the Avengers that you barely saw him all week long. Sure, you took care of yourself, thinking about how good this night was going to be. But you wanted to save some of this frustration for tonight. A spark of desire rushed in Loki’s eyes as he kissed you back, pushing you down on the bed.
“You’re going to need a safe word, love.“
“A— what?“
He smiled at what you believed was stupidity, but was really just innocence. As always, Loki explained everything he wanted you to know on how and why you should use this word, before reaching an agreement with the word "kaleidoscope“. It was only after both of you repeated it a couple of time to make sure you both knew the meaning behind it that he kissed you again. Deeply, fiercely. With just a kiss, you knew how much he had been wanting you — all of you. Quickly, you managed to undress the brown-haired god, throwing his clothes all over the hotel room floor. Loki seemed to enjoy it, because he followed your idea, taking care of your dress and underwear, leaving both of you fully naked on the queen-size bed.
“Are you ready?“ Asked Loki, and with a large grin across your face, you nodded.
He leaned towards the bedside table, catching the rope he had bought just for you. He even sent you a whole text about it, and how it wasn’t going to hurt you, or as least it would only be a pleasurable pain, from the type of rope he bought. Before his explanations, you really believed a rope was just a rope, but he managed to change your opinion on this subject. While Loki was tying up your wrists on the headboard, you looked at his naked body, your eyes worshiping everything he was. But soon enough, the man was done, and slide between your legs.
"Now, you will obey my commands. Do only as I say, or you will be punished."
His voice was deeper, filled with lust, which only turned your on even more. You could feel yourself getting wetter just by listening to his voice. You nodded again, and despite the fact that he was trying to stay as serious as he could be, you saw a soft grin on his face — he was, oh, so in love with you. But before you had time to say anything, Loki’s face was between your legs, and his expert tongue was all over your pussy, hitting the right spots, sucking the right parts and making you moan with pleasure. For once, you were free to be loud. You wouldn’t hold back. His strong hands made sure your knees stayed wide opened, as he kept licking you the way you liked it the most. How was it that he already knew all your soft spots, all the things that were driving you crazy? Eyes rolling back, body arching against him, you pulled the rope to free your hands, but it wouldn’t let go. He must have learned exactly how to tie you up — how fucking arousing. And while you tried to think of a way to touch his body, his tongue was still working magic between your legs. It didn’t take you long before your whole body was shaking against the bed, your first orgasm making you scream your lover’s name. But it didn’t stop the god of mischief, who kept pleasuring you, as one of his finger entered you.
“Fuck, Loki. I’m so— Fuck, so sensitive.“ You muttered, only causing his smile to widen while he was sucking on your clit.
Expert fingers going in and out of you while his face was still between your legs, you could feel your inside clench and your legs shake again, even before you reached your second orgasm against his fingers.
“Faster. Yes! Keep going. I’m going to—“
You tried to warn him, but his strong digits kept hitting the right spot inside of you, and you came again, hard. Third orgasm, and it was loud enough that the people in the room next door knocked on the wall.
“We’re busy.“ Loki replied, shaking his head.
You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, even if he already made you reach orgasm three times. One thing you realized about Loki was how he enjoyed seeing you lose your mind, while you were so sore ans sensitive. You only had a minute to calm down, before he entered you without warning.
“Fuck, Loki.“
“Do you feel how hard hearing you scream my name made me, baby?“
You nodded again, and he started bucking his hips. The expression of pure bliss on his face aroused you even more, making you arch against him as he was going deeper. You liked it when he got rough because of how he needed you, how he wanted you so badly.
“I’m not sure you can make me come again.“ You said softly, innocent eyes staring at him.
Was it a defiance? Yes. Did you entend it to be? Absolutely. His eyes darkened and he gripped your face.
“You will come again against my cock, or you will be punished. Understood?“
You nodded. Loki went deeper and harder, making sure you would actually reach another orgasm with him. And as you started to feel closer, you heard Loki’s moans becoming louder as he was approaching his peak.
“Come, love. Together.“
He thrusted deeper inside you, emptying himself in a groan you were positive the neighbor must have heard. To make sure you were following his orgasm, he reached down between your legs, circling your clit with his fingers.
“I said cum for me.“
And you did, again. Body shaking, you closed your eyes so tight while you were screaming your pleasure that when they opened again, everything around you was blurry. Fourth orgasm, you felt like your head was spinning. But it didn’t seem to stop your man, who started to give a few hard thrusts inside you.
“Fuck, stop. Loki.“ You moaned again, your body still shaking from the previous orgasm.
But he kept going, his fingers taking care of you at the same time again. And you felt another rush of pleasure brushing through your whole body, but you weren’t quite sure if you were about to cum again or to pass out.
“Ah! F—Fuck, ka— kale—.“
Moans after moans, it took you a few seconds to actually say the word.
“Shit, Loki. Kaleidoscope!“
He stopped as soon as he heard. Quickly, he untied your arms, laying down against you. One of his arm wrapped around your naked and sweating body, he whispered.
“I’m so sorry, love. Did I hurt you? I thought you were enjoying it.“
“I was. It was so fucking good, Loki.“
Doubtful, he frowned, his eyes staring at your tired face while he was trying to understand.
“Never a man fucked me so good, okay? It just started to be a lot of pleasure. Do you know how many times I came?“
As he shook his head, you let out a soft chuckle. Your hand found his long black hair, that you started caressing tenderly.
“Something between four and five times. I’m not sure.“
“So, you owe me a lot of orgasms, right?“
You laughed again at his observation, looking at his beautiful face.
“Let me get some rest, and my mouth will take care of this matter.“
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Scenario Game Requests: Nov 15 D: Haldir is protective of you because he harbors a secret crush + Nov 12 N: Haldir surprises you with a kiss because he is in love with you + Nov 21, S: Haldir hugs you so hard he almost knocks you off your feet to cheer you up.
Requested by: Two Anons and @groovyfluxie
Pairing: Haldir x Gen!Neutral Reader
Triggers: Brief non-graphic mentions of blood and death.
Genre: Teensy bit of angst, mostly fluff.
Words: 1.3k
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural and @caswinchester2000
Lotr Taglist: @ta-ka-shi-ma
I don't know if this is good, or if its a bit rushed and dull. I just wanted to get some requests done.
You cursed to yourself and you hid in a small cavern, staying as quiet as you could, hoping you had managed to lose the band of orcs you had run across, and had run from.
Checking the wound on your leg you were relieved it was not too deep, though it did make it hard to walk. Sliding down and sitting, you remained silent and you listened to your surroundings. A few moments passed before you began to think about the events that had occurred throughout the day.
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"I just don't understand why you don't trust me Haldir" you said with anger laced in your voice as you quickly walked down the steps of the palace.
"I do trust you Y/n" Haldir's gentle voice said from behind you as he followed you.
You spun around, causing him to stop abruptly "It doesn't seem like it. Any time there is danger, no matter how small, you get in my way as though I cannot handle it."
"I am simply protecting you."
"I do not need protecting! I can handle myself Haldir, you know that I am skilled enough, I just don't understand why you can't let me prove it." You spun back around and quickly left, Haldir watched as you did, not continuing to follow you.
After your argument, you agreed to go on a solo scouting mission to check the surroundings lands outside of Lothlórien. It was supposed to be simple. But, with your luck, you managed to run into a band of orcs. You were able to kill most of them, but being alone, you could not handle all of them, so you had to flee to save your own life.
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Now as you sat in the damp dark cavern, you thought of how angry Haldir might be. Would you be proving his point? Or yours? Either way, you felt annoyed that you ended up getting stuck in this situation at all.
You wanted Haldir to see your potential, your strength. To see you. Your feelings for him almost made you desperate for his attention and approval. Yet he still felt like he had to protect you.
Having heard no sign of any orcs, you rose slowly as you began to leave the cavern. Making your way back towards Lothlórien, all the while wondering what you would say to Haldir when you saw him.
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Haldir paced in front of the gates anxiously. When he found out you had gone on a scouting missing alone he felt his chest tighten. He always went with you. But his mind kept flashing back to your argument. You thought he was protective because he did not think you capable. In reality, it was because he had feelings for you, well beyond your friendship. He knew you were fully capable of taking care of yourself, but the fear that he might lose you was stronger. So he often took charge and stepped in, stopping you from having to fight, but you only saw it as an insult.
Haldir let out a defeated sigh as he looked up to the sky. You were late. You were supposed to return hours before. It was taking everything in his being not to chase after you, to go look for you. That urge was too strong, and as Haldir gave into it he began to walk towards the exiting path of the palace, but halted when a figure appeared out of the darkness.
You stopped when you saw Haldir approaching, and he stopped when his eyes landed on you. You saw his eyes rake over your figure, a small frown appeared as he spotted the dirt, blood and grime on your clothes.
You let out a breath before you began to approach him, as he moved to meet you you spoke before he could "There is a large band or orcs moving on the outskirts of Lothlórien, I've already alerted the guards at the outer gates."
Haldir, though having heard what you said, ignored it "Are you alright, you're injured."
"I'm fine Haldir. Just a small wound to my leg, nothing to worry about, I had it handled and I was smart enough to know I could not take on all of the orcs, so I made my escape."
Haldir could hear the defensiveness behind our voice, you were still upset, and probably more so now that you returned injured when you were surely trying to prove a point. A small sad smile spread across his face as his emotions rose, he suddenly reached out, pulling you into a hug.
You staggered as you were pulled forward so suddenly feeling as though you were about to fall over, but Haldir kept you steady. You also found yourself speechless as Haldir wrapped his arms around you tightly. You had known him long enough to know that he was not a hugger, not that you were complaining. You hoped he could not feel your heart hammering heavily in your chest.
As he pulled away, he saw the confusion and shock in your face from his actions. He smiled, amused before he spoke "I am glad you are alright. And before yo saw anything else, let me speak." As you remained silent, he continued "I never act protective over you because I think you cannot handle yourself. I know you can. I simply-" he hesitation for a moment, trying to gather himself "I am protective because of how much I care for you, I act out of my fear of losing you."
You stared into his eyes as he spoke, seeing the apprehension and fear behind them. He did care for you. But you failed to see that it was anything more than friendship.
You spoke quietly "I care about you too Haldir, but trust me that I can handle myself. I will not be so careless as to let myself killed. "
He sighed, realizing you were still not understanding him. It was almost painful. Figuring that there was only one way to make it obvious what he meant, he used his courage while he had it.
Haldir grabbed you again, and for a moment you thought he was pulling you in for another hug. But your mind went blank when, instead of his arms wrapping around you, his lips crashed against yours as he kissed you fervently.
His hands continued to grip lightly around your arms as he kissed you. He was not sure how long he had his lips against yours before he pulled away. He watched as your eyes fluttered open, your gaze wide as you were clearly surprised.
Haldirs voice was quiet as he spoke "I do not care for you simply as a friend anymore Y/n. My fear of losing you is not the same as losing a friend. It is the fear of losing someone I love, without them ever knowing I love them."
You opened your mouth to speak, but remained speechless. You had been wrong, so wrong. "Haldir I-" you were unsure of what to say.
"It is alright Y/n, I do not need you to humor me if you do not feel the same."
"No Haldir, I do." Haldir looks at you in surprise "I just....I never thought you had seen me the same way."
Haldir smiled lightly "And I thought the same. We were both blind to the others feelings it seems."
"So it does" you replied quietly.
Haldir could not stop himself from gazing at your lips again, having now kissed you once, he could not stop the desire to do it again. He saw your lips curl into a small smile before he moved to meet your eyes, seeing you watching him closely.
A small smile spread across his face as well before he reached up, lightly placing his hand against your cheek before you both met in a kiss. This one more gently, slow, and careful. Both of your thoughts erasing the days previous argument and fears, now solely focusing on each other.
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