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kouque · 2 years

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*kisses you* lol nice!

summary: u reject some genshin dudes (xiao, albedo)

genre: angst

a/n: holy shit sorry for being so inactive lately, i’ve been extraordinarily busy with personal issues and ive just been having super writers block lol also gn pronouns used but yeah, anyways here’s some burnt food for yall 🙁 oh yeah and i also got really lazy on Albedo’s part because it’s like 3am right now so if there’s any plot holes or rushed parts, just know that it’s my mind that’s supposed to be waking up in 3 hours working :)

warnings: slight mention of Albedo x Sucrose (reader thinks they’re together but they’re not)

Xiao:

Seeing you always made his heart flutter in more ways than one. Conversing with you made this feeling stronger— as his adoration for you only grew more and more each passing day.

How long has it been since he first felt like this? About 6 months or so. It only happened when Verr Goldet had asked you to check on the adeptus, noticing a larger difference in his recent behavior towards her.

“Um… Adeptus Xiao… I think?” You would call, being unfamiliar with the yaksha— only ever knowing him from tales from old family. “I’ve been called to check up on you. If everything’s alright, then i’ll get going—”

“Who sent you?” Was all he asked in return— no “thank you’s” or “i’m okay’s” at all. You stayed silent for a moment— a bit intimidated by his rather scratchy and deep voice.

“Mrs. Goldet did. Uh, as i said before, if you’re doing alright, then i’ll be on my way.” You said, and rushed out of his presence as fast as possible. It’s not that you were scared of him or anything, it’s just that his aura was brooding and it sort of freaked you out.

This is what made Xiao quite interested in you— you weren’t like the others that would call out to him in their sleep, or say a few words to the adeptus with only “yes” or “okay” in response. You were different— a word that Xiao hadn’t used to describe anyone in a long while.

Later on, it appeared to be that you would constantly check up on Xiao on your own accord, not entirely realizing that this man you would have frequent conversations with wasn’t like the others. He was… a killing machine, in other words. He wasn’t summoned to have idle chit-chat with a mere human, his only job was to slay the demons that roamed freely upon this world. So why was he enjoying your presence more and more?

Yet, as fast as time passed, you had stopped visiting the boy, becoming engrossed in your own dilemmas. This worried Xiao— of course, after all the time spent together, he knew you were a very capable person— one who didn’t need his protection no matter how many times he would offer it. But now was starting to become an issue. Why?

Because now, he was in love. Which was a predicament for him.

…

He roamed the streets of Liyue, subtly searching every nook and cranny of each and every shop and corner there was, on somewhat of a mission to at least know your whereabouts. He wanted to confront you, scold you about your sudden disappearance, and oppose you about how worried you’ve made him.

As he searched, he heard the faint sound of your voice in the distance, presumably by a nearby shop. His expression slightly lit up, as he was finally able to see you after such a long distance away from each other. He cautiously made his way towards you, attempting to not cause a scene because of his presence. However, as he approached you, he saw the figure of another man next to you.

The face of the infamous fatui harbinger; Childe.

“Childe, i think that was the best story i’ve ever been told before!” You giggled at the harbinger, who stood next to you, leaning on the side of that one restaurant in Liyue.

“Haha, and there’s more to that story that i could tell you about later, dear. But for now, i should probably head out. I’ll tell you more about it tonight, okay love?” Childe smiled and pat your head, before leaving the area.

Xiao was… angry. Sad. anything but happy. His mood changed as soon as he heard the harbinger call you “dear” and “love”. We’re you dating your own enemy? The enemy of Liyue, and basically everything Xiao fought for? How could you betray him like that!

Unless… you were a harbinger as well??

Xiao instantly returned back to his area at the inn, silently thinking about the events he had witnessed for the rest of the night. Yet, during his depressed state, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“I can’t help you right now, please leave.” Xiao muttered, refusing to look up at whoever was there. However, he saw the familiar shoes and clothes of that one person he’s been searching for.

“Hi, Xiao.” You smiled. His eyes lit up before he looked at you with disappointment. “How are you? Im sorry i’ve been distant with you. A few things came up and I had to help Liyue itself with some causes. Is everything alright?”

He looked back down, his heart hurting due to the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was happy to see you, to see the face he’s longed to see for what seemed like centuries, and most importantly— his hearted ached for him to just confess his feelings to you and get it over with. But he couldn’t— no way! He can’t compete with a strong harbinger like that!

“I’m fine. Adepti such as myself have no need to be checked up upon by you lousy people.” He said. “Not you in specific.”

You laughed at his last words before taking a seat next to him. “I don’t think that’s true. Every person needs to feel the comfort of another, right? I want to be the one to provide you that warmth, as i see that nobody else does.”

Xiao felt that ping in his chest again. Your words strikes him in such a spot that he could write poems about and for you, endlessly everyday. But his mind wouldn’t let him— he wouldn’t let these feelings of him get the best of him.

“I see. Well in that case, if you would like to be.. my protector, in a sense… indulge in those feelings of yours.” He said, looking at you who was still smiling at him.

Gosh, he could look at you all day and not get bored. He could listen to you all day, and even if his ears were tired of the noise, he would carry on listening to whatever it was that you were spitting out of your mouth.

“Hm… Sure! Id love to be your personal protector, Xiao! Just like you are for me.”

There it was again. That stabbing feeling pulsing around in his chest, starting from the lowest parts of his stomach to the highest peak of his brain. He felt all fuzzy inside— like he was being trapped with the care and affection you brought to him. He almost had to hold his chest— these feelings alone were becoming to much to handle.

“Y/n…” He would say. It was time, he thought. Time to reveal the feelings he’s been hiding for you all this time— in the 6 months he’s known you for, that is.

“What is it? I’m fully listening.”

“I… Love… You.” He finally confessed in broken up phrases. “For a long time… since we first became closer than i would usually be with someone.”

“…Xiao, I…” You would begin. “I’m so glad that you feel that way about me. It makes me really happy knowing that someone I care for loves me a lot. But…”

oh.

“I already love someone with all my heart, Xiao. You’re my first priority— don’t get me wrong! I love you so much, but I’ve already devoted my love to someone else.”

“…I understand.”

And with that last sentence, he vanished.

Albedo:

“Y/n, hand me that beaker on your left,” Albedo said, apparently paying no mind to whatever it was that you were telling him.

“Sure— Albedo, were you even listening to what I was saying?” You said, aggressively giving him the beaker. It took a while for him to respond, but he only did with a “mhm.”

“Sorry, love— ‘been catching up with a few tests i’ve been… uh— assigned. I promise to make it up to you,” He said, still not even turning to look at you.

“I see.” You said. So, you got up and left. Simple as that.

You and Albedo weren’t anything special— just two people who happened to have a few things in common. You both were only friends, well, in Albedo’s eyes. To him, you were nothing short of just some background noise to drown out the sound of empty quietness that caused his ears to ring. Well, you were interesting in other fields as well. You were strong and rather humerous, but other than that, you didn’t…have any other use for him.

…Or so you thought.

In actuality, Albedo loved you. A lot. He always secretly wanted to be by your side at all hours of the day— even when you were sleeping, he wanted to be right next to you, holding you tight. Of course, the stoic Albedo wouldn’t and didn’t admit this to everyone, hell— he even denied his own feelings. The pangs in his heart every time you smiled at him— yeah, he would brush those off as heartburn. But that’s besides the point. Albedo usually thought of you both as more than friends— friends with benifits, perhaps. As in, holding hands, and cute pet names, and forehead kisses— only things couples would do. But no, you always thought that he only followed through with your actions because you initiated them, and he didn’t want to be rude.

…Not knowing about your recent abscence, Albedo called for you again. “Do you think you can hand me that greenish substance near the cabinets?”

“…”

He looked behind him, only just then noticing your disappearance.

“Y/n?”

He finally got up from his seat and looked around for you, thinking that you were just playing that same old hiding truck you always did. However, when he came up empty-handed, that’s when the slight worry kicked in.

He left his workspace, searching for you around. Surely you haven’t gone far— how long has it been since you left? A minute or two?

No, it’s been almost an hour.

An hour of complete silence, Albedo not even checking to see if you were still behind him, in the back of the room.

“…” He frowned as he went back into his small workspace, deciding to finish his test before looking around Dragonspine for you.

…

A few days past since the “incident”, and you finally returned once again. As usual, Albedo was conducting some sort of experiment with Sucrose this time.

“Oh, am I inturrupting something? I’ll swing by later, then.” You muttered and left, before Albedo or Sucrose could even say anything.

You’ll admit— you’ve always been jealous of Sucrose. She’s so pretty and smart, and exactly up Albedo’s ally. They could relate to stuff together and… everything about the two just work out. Besides, it wasn’t unusual for Albedo to dismiss you when Sucrose was there. Sucrose would be welcoming— while Albedo would always try to get you out of there as soon as possible, like you were bothering him.

So with that, you left the two alone to their confusion.

…

It’s been a few weeks since that event, and you went up to Dragonspine one last time to see if you could get any different reaction out of Albedo. But, as usual, he didn’t even recognize your presence.

“Huh? Oh, Y/n. I’m rather busy today, i don’t have time for those nonsensical stories of yours.” He said and stared at you, and that’s when you just…

…never came back.

It’s not like what he said was supposed to come off as rude, though. The stories you told were always wacky and bizarre, nothing that could’ve actually happened in real life. Like, you fighting Osial in Liyue? Nonsense! There’s no way you could’ve fought such a huge beast!

Besides, he really was busy today. He had a few things planned for the two of you, something he wanted to do as an apology for being so distant. So it was only natural for him to not take your feelings as seriously for now.

…

Turns out, you really did never show back up. Albedo was just about to go and purchase the things he needed for your time together, until he realized—

—you weren’t even anywhere in Mondstadt.

Albedo searched for you everywhere— from the tavern to Stormterror’s lair. Yet he just couldn’t seem to find your whereabouts.

He started to get worried— what if something happened to you? What if you needed his help but he didn’t know? His heart began to ache from the anxiety washing over him. You, one of his (unbeknownst to you) precious jewels had gone missing, and he didn’t even know somewhere you could’ve gone.

He went around Mondstadt, asking anyone if they knew where you might’ve gone. Then, he ran into Venti, who just so happened to be his lifesaver.

“Oh, that traveler? Hm… they came to me in tears about how poorly you treated them… In that case, i don’t want to tell you where they went if you hurt their feelings.” Venti frowned at Albedo, who’s eyes widened for a milisecond before he cleared his throat.

“I would just like to apologize to them for my recent behaviour, that is all. Please tell me their whereabouts so i would be able to properly give them my apologies.” Albedo pleaded. Venti thought for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. They told me that they’d be off to Liyue and coming back near sundown. I think you’d be able to catch them then,” Venti shrugged. Albedo thanked him before going back to his lab, awaiting your arrival.

…

So uh, you never really came back when you were expected to.

Albedo waited for days, weeks, months, even— and every time he asked Venti if he saw you, even Venti didn’t have a clue where you went. Eventually, Albedo was just about to give up, until he heard a familiar pattern of footsteps approach his lab.

“Come in, be wary of the broken glass to your right.” He said, focused on writing something down before looking up at the entrance, only to find…

you!

“Y/n…?” He said in somewhat of shock. You waved at him and walked closer, examining what he was working on.

“Oh, i thought on Wednesdays you worked with Sucrose.” You said, a slight scoff afterwards. Albedo shook his head and got up, grabbing ahold of your warm hands.

“No, that’s every other Wednesday. But that’s besides the point. I missed you, Y/n.” He said with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s sweet! I didn’t know you missed my “nonsensical stories”.” You laughed, prying your hands out of his grip. “Anyways, I just came to, uh, check up on you. You know, we’re still friends and stuff, so i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Albedo’s chest tightened at that phrase. “friends”. Right! You both were only friends, who acted like couples that really weren’t. But do friends really feel sharp pains in their heart, and butterflies in their stomach when they speak to you?

Yeah, i don’t think so.

“Listen, the way i treated you was wrong. So wrong of me. I should’ve taken your feelings into account more, instead of being so indulged in my own things that i don’t even think about you anymore. I love you, Y/n— and i don’t think any amount of alchemy i do could replace those feelings i have for you.” He said, a slight redness tinting his face. You only smiled and back away from him.

“That’s really sweet, Albedo! But i can’t be in a relationship with someone who puts smaller things over me.” You smiled. “Anyways, it was nice to see you again! I hope to see you around Mondstadt more.”

And to that end, you left the room.

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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hello!! i've made a request before but this idea came in my brain and i heard your requests were open. So ive seen a lot of fics of the brothers saving mc, but what about mc kinda of saving the brothers, i mean like badass sword fighting style. Just like a stereotypical disney prince saves a princess mc kinda saves the brothers from getting killed by a lesser demon with a sword and just being badass (and sword) and the bros find it hot (weak humans? never heard of them)

*spongebob narrator voice* 400 years lat’er..... So sorry this took so long! I genuinely don’t know why I couldn’t get it done. When I actually tried, I got it done in like 2 days. My only excuse is that I’m a horrible trash munny >.<

Obey me Boys + Power Princess MC

Lucifer

It offends him that this creature, this being not fit to lick the soles of his boots, would raise their hand to him. The attack was not even what upset him, but just the gall. The utter stupidity of this decision to throw one’s life away. The fact that they had attacked with you around only made him wish to end that pathetic life that much sooner.

“Step back [Y/N]. I’ll deal with this quic—” Lucifer cut himself off when you rushed forward. A bright shining sword in your hand as you lunged. Slashing through the demon, who wailed and instantly turned to dust & ash. “What on Earth was that?”

“Oh. It’s my sword.” You reply nonchalantly. Turning around to show it to him. “It’s a holy arc sword, or something. I can summon it from my bracelet whenever I need it. Cool to know it actually works in a pinch.”

“And where did you get such a magical artifact?” Lucifer asked. Perplexed beyond reason, but trying not to show it.

“Lord Diavolo gave it to me when I first got here.” The demon arched a brow. Lord Diavolo? “It would be really irresponsible of him to just let a human wander around hell without some kind of weapon.”

He paused for a moment. Trying to piece all of what you had just said together. Then he just chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it would be.” And here he thought that he had been the only one protecting you. When all along you could do it yourself.

His hand reached out to pat your head fondly. His breast swelling with pride. “I’ll have to thank him for giving you such a thoughtful, practical gift. We’ll also have to add sword play to your lesson plans. I’d be more than happy to be your tutor.

Mammon

‘Shit!’ Mammon mentally cursed as he was hit again.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been rough up outside a club. Given his lifestyle, and his gambling track record, he’d been pummeled by a few bouncers in his life. With his immense power, he could easily take them; if he tried. But then he would be banned from the club, and ever other, and that was something he couldn’t handle over the humiliation of being beat up by these clowns. He needed this. It was all he had.

So, he took his beatings from lesser demons when they came around. He’d only wished they’d picked a different night to get their ‘payment’ back since you were supposed to be here soon.

“Come on guys. Don’t ya think you’ve had enough?”

“We’ll tell you when we’ve had enough!” One demon sneered at him, before kicking a man while he was down. Classy. “You owe us. And we’re gonna get back every cent you owe out of your hide!”

The demon reared his foot back to kick him again, and Mammon mentally sighed. Preparing himself for the kick and really being over this since it began. But….no kick came.

The demon let out a loud grunt over the sound of a metal ‘wack’ before the two, even lesser goons beside him suffer the same fate and they all slump to the ground. “Mammon! Are you ok?!”

The silver haired demon looked up at you in shock. The light from the street lamp causing a halo to form around you, highlighting your worried face as you brandished a rusty pipe like some great sword. “Yeah…I’m fine….”

“You don’t look fine! You’re all beat up!” He just sat there as you dropped the pipe and dropped down to him. Fretting over him as you looked him over. He couldn’t hear what you were saying over the beating sound of his heart in his ears.

No one had ever tried to help him before.

Mammon lifted his arms and wrapped them around you. “Mammon? What—“Let’s get out of here.” He interrupted as he hugged you. Standing up, and helping you to your feet, after a moment to walk out of the alley. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I wanna go somewhere with you.”

“But….I thought you wanted to go out tonight. Play cards. You said you were feeling lucky?”

He couldn’t tell if that was a jab or not, but replied, “well clearly I was wrong.” Though despite his bumps and bruises, he did still feel pretty lucky right not. “I just want to get out of here. I don’t need this anymore.” You both decide to head home to help Mammon nurse his wounds. He never went back to that club, or really any club, after that night.

Levi

“Levi….I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

“Nonsense!” Levi quipped in response to your perfectly reasonable, concerned feelings. “It’s just a little further. Besides, I want to see Henry 1! I’ve missed him a ton recently, and want to make sure he remembers me.” It had broken his heart to discover his poor, lost serpent had been down here, all alone, this whole time. So he made an effort to see him every now and then.

“Yeah but…isn’t this still like super-secret for Lord Diavolo’s family and stuff? What if there’s like booby traps and stuff?”

“Come on! There weren’t any booby traps or anything before. Why would he when he has Henry to keep it…..” Levi trailed off as both of you were ingulfed by a long, dark shadow. A low hissing sound growing louder as a gold, stripped serpent towered over you with a menacing glare. “That’s not Henry.”

The snake hissed loudly with bared fangs and an open mouth, and you both scream and run to get away from it.

The serpent of course chased you. Easily able to keep up, and only loosing you when the two of you duck into a narrow corridor. Levi turned around to say something to you, but you were gone. His immediate thought was that the stranger snake had gotten you, and it was all his fault, and he would never see you again!

When he came to the end of the corridor, walking out like a man on death row instead of running, he looked up to see the snake in front of him. Clearly angered by having to chase him. Levi didn’t care. He wanted to die if anything happened to you. He’d rather die than live one moment without you.

Prepared to accept his fate, the demon didn’t move when the snake unhinged his jaw to eat him in one gulp. Only for a sharp spike to thrust out from his mouth a moment later. A strange, hissing gasp escaping it before it slumped down in a lifeless heap on the floor. “[Y/N]!”

“Jesus! Not to put too fine a pin on it, but this place is literally a maze. One minute I’m next to you, and the next I’m in some armory on the other side of the hall 50 feet away. Are you alright Levi?”

The demon scrambled up the snake corpse to stand next to you and wrapped his arms tight around your being. “[Y/N]! I was so scared! I thought this Henry imposter got you, and you were dead, and I couldn’t think of anything!”

“I’m really ok Levi.” You assure him, as he wept into your shoulder. “Do you still want to see the real Henry? I think I spotted where he actually is when I was running back with the spear?” Levi nodded into your shoulder. Still not prepared to let you go.

Satan

Satan always tried to be a reasonable man.

He hated being referred to as ‘The Demon of Wrath’. It wasn’t his wrath that had caused him to be born. And he wasn’t any angrier than his brothers, so why did he have to be labeled the ‘bad seed’? So he always tried to be level headed. Calm. Patient. But there were somethings he just could not abide. Like the boorish behavior of someone talking loudly in the library.

“Excuse me,” the blonde said, attempting to remain calm, as he came over to the rude demon two tables over, “could you please keep it down? This is a library.”

“Yeah. I know what it is.” He quipped back rather snippily. “What are you? The librarian?”

“No. Just a fellow book lover.” Satan replied. Grinding his teeth now. “And one who can follow the rules and basic social decorum of keeping my conversations to myself in a place like this.”

“Are you calling me stupid?!”

“No. I’m calling you uncouth. A word meaning undignified, and without manners.”

“Why you!”

The demon rose to his feet, towering over Satan now that he was standing. Not that it mattered. Height was not an immediate representation of strength. Look at Belphie. His younger, shorter brother could level a whole city with a flick of his wrist. Satan could easily dispatch of his imbecile without even breaking a sweat.

He never got the chance though, as just after he stood the demon let out a grunt and slumped to the floor; with you standing behind him on his depleted chair with a book in your hand like you had just pulled it from The Stone. “Bet you’re glad I think Kindles are dumb now.”

Satan had to right himself on what he was seeing, and then frowned at you. “I never said that, and get down.” He insisted. Offering you his hand to get down. You hop down with ease and set your weapon book on the table. “Honestly, I could have handled him without resorting to violence or cheap theatrics.”

“Cheap?? This book was very expensive.” You insist, and Satan had to scoff.

“Be that as it may, please do not use books for more than their intended purpose. I appreciate the assist, but I can’t have you hurting yourself or fine literature in the future.”

“You’re such a buzz kill sometimes Satan…..”

Asmo

Asmo always loved going to the club. The dancing. The energy. The pulsing music. The people.

Well…usually the people. Some people, usually bro-dude demons, just couldn’t take a hint that ‘no’ meant ‘no’.

“Come on Asmo! Why are you being so stingy?!”

“I’m not being ‘stingy’,” Asmo replied with a frown marring his beautiful face. “I’m just not interested.”

“You were interested last time.” His pursuer replied. Like that somehow gave automatic permission that things would happen again.

“That was a long time ago.” The dusk haired blonde replied. Sipping his cocktail and looking thoughtful across the spacious VIP lounge over to you.

Yes, things had certainly changed. Once where it would take a whole room of people and attention to make him content, these days all he wanted was you. Just you sparing a moment to look at him made his heart feel incredibly full. He had come here to have a fun night out with you, but it seemed no matter where he went his beauty was always causing problems.

The lesser demon frowned, then looked towards the direction Asmo was looking to land on you. “Shoot, just bring them along with us.”

“Excuse me?” Asmo asked. Beautiful expression turning Ignatius as he sat down his drink.

“Bring them along. I’ve never had sex with a human. But there must be something to it if you’re willing to do them. Not that I suppose that takes much….”

At that, Asmo leapt from his chair and grabbing the brute by the collar. He wasn’t normally one for violence. He wasn’t like his dull brothers. But he couldn’t let a slight like that against you slide. “Take it back!”

The two demon’s scuffle. Clearing out the VIP lounge as everyone ran. Scared that they might transform at any moment and literally tear each other apart. Asmo somehow ended up on his back, a position that usually didn’t bother him, as the other reared back to punch him in the face.

Or, at least he would have if he didn’t start convulsing and fall on the ground a moment later.

“Asmo! Are you ok?!”

The Lust Demon looked at you for a moment. Then delicately covered his mouth with both hands. Returning to normal. “[Y/N]! You saved me!!”

“Yeah. This little thing packs a punch.” You replied. Holding out your little pink taser from She-Sword from your clutch. “I couldn’t let this jerk hurt your beautiful face.”

“No one is more beautiful than you my fierce warrior queen!” He praised. Basking in the moment for only a second before you both scamper off before security came.

You both might be beautiful, but you didn’t want to end up on the evening news.

Beel

“I want to take up kendo.” Beel announced to you one day. Out of the blue. “I’ve been looking for ways to add variety to my workout. I came across this video on kendo and thought it would be fun.”

Of course, Beel knew you had practiced kendo in the past at school. So he might have also been looking for fitness activities for you to do together. In any case, he really liked seeing you in your little workout outfit. It was super cute.

He also liked you showing him the basics of kendo; stance, footing, basic strike movement. When he felt he had gotten the hang of it, Beel jovially asked for a sparring match with you.

“I don’t know….”

“Come on [Y/N], sparring with someone is the best way to learn fighting.” He reasoned. “Besides, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about that….” He heard you mutter under your breath, but thought that he must have imagined it as you squared off.

Standing across from you in the arena, something changed. The hair on the back of Beel’s neck stood up. Not in the excited way that it normally did when he saw you. But something more….primal. His grip tightened a little more as he realized he might have to get a little serious with you.

It was all for nothing though as the match was over just as soon as it started.

The shinai went flying out of his hands, landing across the room just as Beel landed on his butt. His backside throbbing as his bell was rung clear as day. He rubbed his head as he looked up at you. “I may have forgotten to mention that I was three-time national kendo champ all through school.”

The demon looked up at you with a shiny, sparkly gaze only until now reserved for delicious food. “Teach me sensei!”

Belphie

He hated being out. He wanted to go home.

Being outside in the sun, with all these…..people was hell to him. Belphie would rather be home, in actual hell, with his blanket and pillow and quiet, rather than ‘top side’ with you for the whole afternoon. Not that it was you or anything. You were the only bright star on this miserable day. He’d be damned if he’d let one of his brothers spend the day with you when he could.

“Belphie, do you want an ice cream? Maybe that will help with the heat?”

He wanted to say that the only thing that would help him was getting the hell out of here. But, he bit his tongue. The demon knew how important this was to you to come ‘home’ now & then and he didn’t want to ruin it for you. So he just nodded and asked, “strawberry please.”

He sat in the shade as he watched you go over to the ice cream truck alone. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he was just a hopeless shut in. Like Levi, only worse. He just wanted humans so much that being around them was making him crankier than normal today.

“Geez, get a look at that side show over there.”

Belphie looked up from his daze at the human who was a few yards away from him. Snickering and staring with his friends in a voice that a regular human wouldn’t be able to hear. “If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck.” Again, he was very cranky.

The human was obviously taken aback at being heard and then called out like that. “What did you say to me?!” He yelled, once he got his bearings on the situation, and took a ‘threatening’ step forward to see if he would repeat it.

“I said ‘If you have something to say, then say it, you chicken shit fuck’.” Of course he repeated it. “Don’t mutter something under your breath like a coward. Say it like a man, or keep your gross mouth shut.” This was why he hated humans. No spine.

Well, metaphorical spine. If he kept this up, Belphie was gonna prove that he had a spine when he ripped it out and made him wear it as a neck tie.

“You little fuck--!” Belphie, of course, didn’t move when he stomped closer. Not that he needed to, because he was stopped in his tracks rather abruptly when you stepped between then. Holding a knife from your pocket.

“I suggest you get out of here, before the only ‘side show’ around here is your knife swallowing act pal.” The man seemed to frozen for a moment as he tried to process if you were serious. Then his flight instincts kicked in and he took off running with his friends across the park. “Gosh, I think I’ve been spending to much time with you guys. I never would have done anything like this before.” You said after a sigh, then turned back to Belphie.

“My hero.” He cheered softly, in his typical tired voice but still with a soft smile. Seeming extremely proud of the bad influence he was on you.

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badjoices · 3 years

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My Life With You

IV. So There's This Guy... Dean's been spotted around town and made quite the impression on the local singles. (All chapers can be read stand-alone)

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The sun was long past the horizon, the high street illuminated by the yellow-amber glow of the street-lights and the dim coloured lights spilling out from the bars. The spring air was cool and still, the whoops and hollers of the rowdy Friday night crowds echoed through the centre of town.

In one of the bars that lined the street, a group of early-thirties women gathered together to toast to another week of work behind them. Pushing past their exhaustion was their relief, their ecstatic joy at being free at last, even if only for two days. The ladies sat around a high circular table covered in a rainbow of different fruity cocktails, curly straws, and paper umbrellas. Already the table was littered with empty glasses of drinks long since backed.

“So…” began one woman, Rachel, pushing her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. “I saw the hottest guy at the playground the other day.”

Tia, a tattooed, bespectacled brunette, leaned in eagerly. “Oh?”

Rachel gave a knowing look to her friend before she began her story…

“It was on Wednesday, on my day off. I took Ethan out to the playground near my house, and it was all normal; the usual moms and nannies,

“Anyway, then I spot this guy helping his little kid, the cutest kid by the way, on the slide. There are a few dads around sometimes, you know, but this guy- when I tell you he was cute, it’s an understatement,

“He was so good with his kid too. The way he smiled at that kid, it was like he felt just so lucky to have him. Every five seconds he was squeezing him, or ruffling his hair, or kissing him on his little forehead.

“I just thought, I bet he’d make such an amazing step-dad, maybe I should get on that. A guy like that’s definitely not single I bet. I don’t know if he’s married, I couldn’t see a wedding ring from where I was sitting, but I was pretty far away.”

“So you didn’t speak to him?” a third woman, Sara, with hair in a neat puff and arms wrapped tight in a thick cardigan, asked, straw perched just below her lip poised to take another sip.

“No, I just watched him from afar.” Rachel sighed dreamily, recounting the man’s devilish smile and angled jaw in her mind.

“Why not?” Tia pushed, playfully slapping her friends arm. “You need to get back out there since Mike.” she spits the name and follows up with a gagging gesture.

“I know, I know.” Rachel shrugs, shrinking somewhat from her earlier excitement. “I’m still working up to it, but if I see him again I swear I will.”

The fourth woman, Yulia, took a big sip of her mojito, almost like a deep inhale, then added. “I have a cute guy story too.”

Tia perked up immediately and starting bouncing in her seat. “Okay, okay, spill.”

“So,” Yulia began, fiddling with her tall glass and nervously shuffling in her seat. “He’s been coming into the café every morning to get coffee,

“He’s tall- actually not that tall, maybe six foot? But still - tall. Anyway, he came in on Thursday morning and he actually made conversation with me. When he got up to the counter he gestured up to the menu and was like ‘I don’t know what half these things mean’. And I just laughed really nervously; it was so embarrassing. His smile was so pretty, you guys, I just melted. Then he said ‘Cas is the one who knows about all this stuff, I can’t keep up, you know, coffee is coffee.’

“I think Cas is his wife or something ‘cause then I clocked he had a wedding ring on. Shame. Anyway I just said ‘yeah’ really awkwardly in a sort of half swoon; I couldn’t come up with anything to say. Then he goes on to order the most complicated drink with like, three different flavour shots in it. He says ‘it’s not for me’ like he’s so embarrassed about it, it was so cute. I was like ‘no judgement, you can order whatever you like’. I really didn’t mean to sound so thirsty.

“Then he leaves and, I don’t wanna admit this, but I watched him go, you know. Nice ass.”

Sara, who was seemingly the most composed of the four, shook her head, snickering at her usually timid and reserved friend openly thirsting for coffee shop guy. Tia was frowning, trying to string together a thought that was forming messily and incoherently in her slightly tipsy mind.

“That kinda sounds like the guy who fixed my car…” Tia mused, voice a little slurred.

“Oh my gosh,” Yulia gasped, more excited than this particular revelation really called for. “I think coffee shop guy did say he was a mechanic at one point.”

“Wouldn’t it be crazy if it was actually the same guy though,” Tia said, before taking a big sip through her straw. “The car guy was really hot too. Like, I was twirling my hair the whole time laughing at everything he said.”

“Oh my god, Tia,” Sara shook her head. “Did you know he was married?”

“Yeah I saw the ring, whatever,” Tia laughed. “I bet I can steal that bitch’s man.”

“God, stop it.” Sara scolded through her laughter.

“Seriously, unless she is the perfect vessel of divine beauty, I could totally steal him,” Tia continued. “I mean, when I came to pick up my car there was definitely something there,

“I walked up and he, unprompted, was like ‘you’re the girl with a cute little bug, right?’. I was like,” Tia stuck out her chest, letting her cleavage peek out of her tank top in a cartoonish pose, and began to speak with an over-the-top sultry tone.

“‘Yeah, that’s me; cute girl for the cute bug.’. And then he laughed a little bit. Then he even commented on my tattoos he was like ‘nice sleeve’ and we talked about them a little bit and I asked him if he had any and he said he has one, but it’s on his chest. So… I was a little brave and I said ‘Oh, well you can show me some time if you want’ and I could have sworn he got a little flustered.”

“He probably got flustered because he was at work and he’s married!” Sara protested.

“Maybe,” Tia conceded with an unbothered shrug. She seemed a little lost in her thoughts. “He looked so good with a little car grease on him though. I’d buy a calendar of that guy. You know, I would so objectify him.”

“Tia, please.” Rachel grimaced. “Here’s me talking about a sweet loving father, and then there’s you flirting with a married mechanic.”

“I mean, not to be judgemental,” Sara added. “But how do you know he’s not like a typical misogynistic macho type?”

“What, just because he’s a mechanic? That’s so judgemental, Sara, you can’t make assumptions like that.” Yulia scoffed. “He seemed really sweet. When he was talking about his wife, you could tell he really loves her. I didn’t get a typical ‘I hate my wife’ vibe from him.” Yulia gave a sympathetic look to Tia. “Sorry, Tia.”

“Doesn’t matter, I still think I have a shot.” Tia shrugged. “What ‘bout you, Sara? You got your eye on anybody? Some nerdy glasses guy who reads Jane Austen or whatever it is you’re into.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “Actually yeah, a really sweet guy came into the library this week with his kid. He’s probably too old for me, and I think he’s married, but he had dark hair and really nice blue eyes,

“He took out a bunch of picture books and he told me that he’d just moved here recently. He also borrowed some gardening books, which was like, swoon. He just seemed so genuinely sweet and honest. The way he spoke was just… kind?”

“He’s definitely gay.” Tia asserted. Sara just gave her a weary look. “I’m just saying every guy you like turns out to be gay. You have a type, and it’s gay guys.”

“No way! Dan wasn’t gay.” Sara pouted.

“Yeah, but he was bi, and he moved to Florida to be with his boyfriend Julian.” Rachel added.

“Well technically I had a shot with him. You know, before he moved to Florida.” Sara said, deflated. “I mean, library guy didn’t seem gay. Not that it matters anyway.”

“How does someone seem gay?” Yulia pondered honestly.

“Well it’s not like there’s one set of traits for gay people,” Tia said. “But I think a pretty good predictor is if Sara has a crush on them.”

“Shut up.”

“Woah guys, oh my god!” Rachel hissed, patting Yulia’s arm furiously. “The guy, the hot dad, he just walked in. Don’t look, but he’s right by the bar!”

The other three immediately started craning their necks, very obviously, to get a good look. There at the bar seeming to be ordering a pair of drinks was hunter, husband, and father; Dean Winchester.

“Dude, that’s the car guy.” Tia said, getting a good look by standing up on her tippy toes.

“Yeah, that’s coffee guy.” Yulia confirmed.

Tia sat back down. “Don’t tell me that’s library guy too?”

“No,” Sara shook her head. “Library guy had dark hair, remember.”

“Uhhh, that him?” Tia said, pointing towards the table that Dean was quickly approaching, two beers in hand, where a smiling Castiel sat in wait.

Sara gasped. “That is him.”

Dean, as soon as he had placed the two bottles down on the table, leant down to plant a quick kiss on Cas’s lips. As he pulled away, the girls could see Cas smiling up at Dean, his gentle gaze soft and sincere, while Dean looked back at Cas like he was looking at the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on, which he was.

The ladies sat in stunned silence; what they’d just witnessed was somehow disheartening and heartwarming all at once. Tia was the first to speak.

“Sara, you’re cursed.”

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #spn fanfic #caelum writes #long post

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human-trash-fire · 4 years

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Beautiful Disaster: Chapter 5 (Pynch Soulmate AU)

Alrighty my loves, this chapter has been a labor of love from the beginning. As you continue reading you will see art pieces and each is correlated with a song (those will be at the end), and references yet again will be made to the EMFS playlist (Ronan’s rehab playlist- I’ve actually made it on spotify! you can find it here)

As usual you can find this story on Ao3 @ glam_reaper 2 if you’re interested <3

TW: Mention of suicide attempt, a panic attack though not super descriptive, cannon typical language.

Iv.

You,

I made a friend last week.

I know for most people that wouldn’t be a big deal, but I assume by now You understand what that means for someone like me. I guess “friend” may be a generous term? I don’t know if we are there yet, Blue definitely disagrees with him “on principle.”

You see, President Cellphone as she calls him, or Richard Campbell Gansey III (I know, what a douchey fucking name) is all boat shoes and privledge and perfect teeth. Gansey isn’t someone I’d normally associate with mind you, Henry kind of met my quota for rich extroverts in the inner circle, and yet…

So, here’s the story. I’m writing my last letter right? And I was so fucking lost. I decided to walk home from Nino’s- I thought maybe it would help me settle. And there, right around the corner is this fucking ‘73 camero. It should have been beautiful, really.. A classic like that? It’s a dream to look at. Only this fucking thing is the UGLIEST color of candy orange you could ever imagine… And it’s blowing smoke all over the damn place. I was honestly going to leave boat-shoes to call his daddy or mechanic or what have you, but he looked so confused. I offered to help him out and was able to get it running long enough to get to Boyd’s.

I expected him to just drop off “The Pig” (the car) like any normal person and come back for it, only I apparently made “quite the impression.”

Gansey ended up staying with me, prattling on about his Masters History program and some welsh king the ENTIRE time I worked on the damn car. At first I was tuning him out, but without realizing it I became completely entranced by the whole story. I’ve never seen such passion for anything, and I have VERY spirited friends.

He has one of those voices you know? The kind that can stop a room, raise an army, lead a nation. The kind that demands to be heard without ever having to raise itself.

That’s Gansey though.

I think he’ll be good for me, I don’t think he’d give me much of a choice in the matter though to be honest. He kind of adopted me this week? That should bother me and yet, being around him is just… It’s being included. It’s a sense of purpose.

I think he needs it too, he doesn’t seem to talk about negative things but you can tell, he’s haunted by something. That’s what solidified it for me really. He may be a senator’s son but he’s seen some shit.

I wish you could have met him, I wonder if you would have been as intrigued by him as I find myself.

Blue is being a total idiot about him, but I’m about 82% sure it’s because she is into him. I know for sure the feeling is mutual. It took Gans approximately 15 minutes after meeting Blue to ask me for her life story, offend her beyond measure, and then haul ass out of Nino’s. It was the first time I’d seriously laughed in so long. Have you ever been second-hand embarrassed for someone? It was that.

I’m going to wrap this up now though, I need to head to Nino’s for my shift, Blue’s working so of course Gans is stopping by. He said he’s bringing one of his best friends with him, some dude named Noah. Apparently he’s pretty cool, so I’m moderately less apprehensive. He said he wished he could bring his other best friend/ his and Noah’s third roommate but the guy is staying with family for a few months or something. Idk? He doesn’t talk about the other roommate much. I honestly don’t even think he’s ever said his name. Who gives a shit though, I can barely handle one new friend, let alone a 3-pack of Ganseys. Good God… I hope Noah isn’t another Gansey…. Fuck.

Welp.

Here goes nothing.

*****

It started with a not-so-subtle idea from the esteemed Dr. Allen. “Show me what happened.” Ronan was never great with words before all this, and since… When he spoke it was usually a litany of curse words. So Dr. Allen had suggested art. In the weeks since his entombment in this fine rehabilitation center, Ronan had kind of already been doing what he was being asked to do now. Though, he didn’t mention it to Allen. He’d spent countless hours sketching his life, the whole thing, in snapshots inside that beautiful leather sketchbook Gansey had given him.

He started at the beginning, pictures of Aurora and his brothers, the Barns, his father playing guitar by the fire. He drew their family vacations, the cows he used to sneak out and sleep beside when he was a child, the feeling of winning the Tennis State Championship when he was 15. He drew the bad things too, his nightmares, his drug-trips, that old stained couch in the basement of Kavinsky’s house. He put every piece of himself, all 22 years of memories down in that book, woven together with song lyrics in the margins.

So when Dr. Allen asked him to look specifically to his addiction and create, he didn’t see a problem. He needed to return to school with a series anyways, Declan had called to inform him that strings had been pulled to allow him to finish his final semester at Georgetown, but he needed to walk in with something to show at the January exhibition. Two birds, and all that.

He settled on 7 pieces, each done in oils on canvas, each accompanied by a song. 7 moments in the life of his battle with addiction, from the beginning to now. With each stroke of his brush he felt infinesmally lighter, pouring his grief into the images before him.

It started with “The Fall.” His father’s murder in reds and greys; fracturing lines and deep shadows. He mixed his paints with tears and used his heart to drag color across the canvas. For the first time in years, Ronan allowed the memory to consume him. He’d re-lived it plenty of times in his nightmares, but this was different. His hands shook, jagged strokes of anger and confusion bleeding through. He painted the brief moment, the final moment, when his world was whole before his teenage mind finally realized what it was he was looking at. His last free breath. And he painted his screams, the cacophony of pain, endlessly mixing with sirens until his vocal chords gave out.

He drowned the canvas in un-kept promises and hung it out to dry with childhood dreams.

Then came “Chasing the Void.” It was a story told in stark lighting. High beams on a backroad, swirling smoke and broken bottles. It was white glasses and white-powder lines on shark-nosed hood. It was going 115mph, bones rattling with the beat of the bass in his sound system. Ronan painted a black tattoo, used the blood on his knuckles to tint bloodshot eyes. His brush moved with his mother’s disappointment and his brother’s anger. Whimsical lines and Gansey’s head shaking when he found Ronan passed out yet again. He painted the highs and lows when sobriety reminded him that he hated the face that stared back at him in the mirror.

Each new piece he added to the collection was brought to Dr. Allen’s office. Together they worked through each memory associated with the piece and slowly Ronan felt the weight on his chest lighten.

Gansey visited every Monday and Friday like clockwork. He kept Ronan apprised to all the goings on of Monmouth and updates on Matthew and Declan. Ronan never asked for them, but he appreciated it regardless. His current obsession though seemed to be a new friend, Adam something. He had been going on for 30 minutes now about how this man single-handedly raised the Pig from the dead. Ronan tuned out most of the conversation, but nodded at what he assumed were appropriate moments while sketching.

“Ronan, are you even paying attention?” Gansey asked, irritation only slightly evident.

“Mmm?” Ronan hummed. “For sure. Pig. Smoke. Some new guy.”

“Essentially. I was saying that Noah and I are heading to his second job, the man works 2 jobs and is getting a masters can you believe it? Anyways Nino’s, so Noah can finally meet him and Blue. Have I mentioned her yet?”

Blue? He thought. Who the fuck names their kid Blue. “Once or twice.”

“Well they both work this afternoon, so I assume we’ll just hang there until they get off. Then maybe grab a bite. I wish you could come, I’m sure you’d get along nicely with Adam.” Gansey said, choosing to ignore the previous sarcasm and barrell on. Excelsior.

“Doubt it.” Guy sounds like a douche.

“On that note, thank you for another lovely visit. I’ll see you Monday, Ronan.” Gansey gathered his coat and made his way to the door with a final wave.

Ronan waved back with a single finger and a saccharine “Bye, Dick.” Then shoved his Airpods back into his ears and lost himself in the EMFS playlist.

*****

As Adam gathered the tub of dirty dishes from above the trash and made his way back to wash them, he was lost in thought. These last two weeks, recent events, had been so much and yet he strangely was beginning to feel some semblance of peace. He knew that Blue had wanted him to write letters to help him cope. If he was admitting to it helping, he also needed to be honest with himself in noting that it may have been hurting just as much. He was falling in love with a ghost. A figment of his imagination that he could tell his every secret too, someone who listened without judgment; Someone who never asked more of him than he could handle. It wasn’t healthy, wasn’t what Blue had intended, of that he was sure. But, if it brought him peace and allowed him to sleep without seeing cold, dead eyes, then what was the harm?

He rinsed the mugs and plates loading them efficiently into the dishwasher, and dried his hands. As he moved to toss the towel into the bin, he heard the bell chime above the cafe door. He made his way slowly to the front, knowing that Blue was currently handling the register meant that he didn’t need to rush. On his way down the hallway he stopped to straighten a missing cat flier on the community bulletin board, taking a moment to snap a picture of the cat in question so he could be on the lookout, then continued toward the front; eyes glued to his phone.

He rounded the corner towards the coffee bar to the tune of laughter, it seemed Gansey had arrived. His eyes found Blue first. For all her insistance that she loathed the man in question, she was positively glowing, head tossed back in a hearty laugh. Lost in the bubble of charm Gansey operated in.

“-And so I asked him, mind you I’ve had a lot to drink at this point, ‘Hey senator, why do you fucking hate poor peo-‘ Oh! Adam” Ganseys story of embarrassing his mother at one of her Republican fundraisers interrupted, as he caught sight of Adam sliding behind the bar.

“Hey Gans,” He smiled.

“My apologies, this is Noah.” Gansey stepped to the side to reveal the man in question, and Adam’s breath stopped.

There, eyes blue and wide with shock, mouth agape stood the man from the alley. The one whose scream still haunted Adam in the dark, solitary hours of sleep. The one that began his every nightmare of that night.

He was different now, tears weren’t pouring from his eyes to dance across the plains of his smudgey face. His blonde hair free of blood was slightly tousled, and his clothes were clean, albeit a little disheveled.

“No,” the word was a broken noise, barely a word at all, closer to a sob. Gansey and Blue looked frantically between the two for what seemed like an eternity before Noah spoke.

“It’s you…”

“Who? Noah, you know Adam?” Gansey’s voice was quietly confused.

Adam began to shake his head slowly, increasing with speed as his breath finally returned to him; Erratic and wild. Crocodile tears blurred his vision, and he finally croaked a simple question, “What… What was his name?”

“Ronan.”

“Oh, god” Blue breathed.

Adam ran, desperately fleeing the scene and chorus of his name called from the front. Ronan, his name was Ronan. Adam couldn’t breathe. His pain fresh, an un-mendable wound reopened now that he had a name to grieve. He paused, only long enough to grab his messenger bag from the back, and took the alley door.

Then he ran, faster than he’d ever remembered running. Tears turning the colors of the world around him to a haunting watercolor. His breath came in painful stabs, each beat of his bleeding heart an excruciating truth.

He somehow made it back to his apartment. The moment the door closed behind him he fell against it and slid to the floor. Ronan Ronan Ronan-

“R-Ronan.” He spoke the name the first time aloud, the feeling of its weight on his tongue was an answer to a question he’d been asking for a month. For a lifetime.

Adam didn’t know how long he sat on the floor, grief taking time and twisting it in on itself. An amalgam of pain, hopelessness, and questions. Gansey, Gansey knew Ronan, knew Noah. Noah the boy he’d last seen carted away in the back of an ambulance covered in red red red. Noah, who’d screamed for help like the world was shattering. Noah, who’d clung tightly to the shredded arms of a bleeding man in a dark alley.

Help me, his mind screamed, his internal voice morphing into Noah’s from that night.

Help me, I’m not okay…

A key twisting in the lock above his head brought his attention to the present. Adam pushed away from the door, and waited as Blue made her way into his dark apartment. Night had fallen sometime since he’d been here, on the floor, lost in the alley. Lost in a name.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Th-that was-”

“I know. Noah told us after you left. Adam, there’s… Adam. I need to tell you something.”

It was a concentrated effort to drag his gaze from the space between their bodies on the floor to meet her eyes. Lights from the street poured through the window in the living room, painting Blue’s honey warm skin in a haunting glow. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, so he waited. He watched. She brought a trembling hand to his, her brown eyes lined with silver, she squeezed.

“Adam, he’s alive.”

A sob born of heartbreak and pain tore from his chest, he couldn’t form words. He broke then, completely and wholly. Blue came to cradle his head against her chest as he cried. Every hope he’d killed since the alley came barreling to the surface; All the pain and confusion, love and questions, beating like waves against the shores of his mind. Some minutes later he finally raised his head and met Blue’s eyes, her smile was wet and broken. He dragged his hand under his nose, across his eyes, and finally found the word to the question he needed to ask. “How?”

So Blue told him. Apparently, him finding Noah and Ronan in that alley, the tourniquet he’d made of his scarf, that extra minute he’d bought him had been enough. The doctors were able to stitch his wounds, and though it had been a close call, he’d pulled through. She explained that he’d had a hard life, though Gansey wouldn’t give details because he insisted those were Ronan’s to share when he was ready. He did however give her basic facts. Ronan Niall Lynch is an artist, a senior at Georgetown. He’s an orphan, and a brother. He’s an addict in recovery at a facility in Arlington, and Gansey’s third roommate.

Blue explained that, when Adam was ready Gansey and Noah wanted to meet with him, to talk more. She offered to accompany him when that time came, but they all agreed they wouldn’t push him until he was ready. “Thank you,” he’d said to Blue. For getting the information. For telling him. For allowing him space. She understood that his history made this difficult, an addict for a soulmate was something he would need time to process. She eventually asked if he wanted to be alone and when he’d told her “yes” she kissed his forehead, and made her way to the door.

“Adam,” she paused, and he looked up. “We’ll wait on your text okay? Whenever you’re ready. But please check in so I know you’re safe.”

“I will.”

With a perfunctory nod she slid back out the door.

Adam spent another minute in silence before dragging himself from the floor. He made his way in a daze to his desk and he collapsed into his chair. Slowly, he pulled out a blank sheet of paper.

His hand shook.

He took a deep breath.

He wrote.

Ronan,

You’re alive…

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Art Pieces and their correlating songs (linked):

“The Fall” The War- SYML

“Chase The Void” For What It’s Worth- Malia J

#bd au #pynch #pynch fic #Adam Parrish #ronan lynch #ronan x adam #blue sargent #gansey #richard campbell gansey iii #gangsey #soulmate au

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foxyotomelady · 5 years

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Another love, Chapter IX (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

The following story is partly inspired by the game itself (obviously) and partly by THIS post. Go check it out, cause I think it perfectly explains why Jumin is so overprotective sometimes.

Be aware of: strong language, angst. Actually, it's only one way to describe this chapter:

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It's been a few days since the gossip about the whole "love drama" came out and since you learned about Mr. Chairman's plans.

Surprisingly, these were peaceful days. Well, maybe not for Jaehee who had to deal with the phone calls from Jumin's father, as Jumin refused any conversation with him. For you these days were very constructive. You saw Jumin calming down, being less stressed, less jealous and not as anxious as ever.

But of course, these days did not last too long.

One morning, when Jumin went to work, and you were writing in a chat room with Yoosung: You: you really played this game all night?

Yoosung: I had to

Yoosung: I can't miss this event

Yoosung: I'm so tired

Yoosung: and I must stay for another hour

Yoosung:

You: Shouldn't you study?

You: You said you failed the lastest exam

Yoosung: hfdsybkb

You: ????

Yoosung: Elizabeth just ran over my keyboard

Yoosung:

Yoosung: Can't Jumin take her already?

Yoosung:

You: He's better now, so I think he might take her back soon

[Zen has entered the chat room]

Yoosung: oh, sorry, I must leave!

Yoosung: my guild needs me!

You: good luck! [Yoosung has left the chat room]

You: Zen?

Zen: god...

Zen: I had a terrible dream

You: what was it about?

Zen: I do not know if I should write about it

Zen: this dude will go crazy

You: But it's only a dream, right?

Zen: I saw you

Zen: You were scared and a woman was dragging you somewhere

Zen: I ran after you but you both disappeared into the dark

Zen: and yeah it's only a dream but

Zen: I tend to have prophetic dreams

You: whaaa? really?

Zen: yes, that's why I'm so worried

Zen:

You: hopefully, this dream will not come true

Zen: yeah...

Zen: but taking into account all the rumors around Jumin and you

Zen: I can't help but worry

You: did this woman in your dream look like Glam Choi?

Zen: no, I saw her for the first time

You: so maybe it's really just a random dream

Zen: I hope so...

Jumin's POV

The first day at work after the gossip leaked was terrible. All his employees whispered about it. He had to organize a meeting to explain the whole situation - it helped, now the company was in relative calm. He felt guilty for this situation - if he wouldn't be overcome by jealousy then nothing like that would happen.

Y/N, as usual, was right. His behavior was not healthy. It was wrong. Simply wrong. But even now he could not control his anxiety. It was better than a few days ago, but...

She did not call me and she did not write for about three hours and thirty-five minutes... He thought, massaging his temples. Maybe I should call, check if everything is alright... Then there was a knock at the door. Jumin gave a short "Enter, please". It was Kang Assistant, "Sir, Mr. Chairman is here to see you," Jaehee looked worried. "And... also Sarah."

Jumin frowned, "I do not want to see any of them, send them away." "Just let me in, I'm his fiancée!" A squeaky voice spoke.

"No, you can’t come in here!" Jaehee tried to stop the unwelcome guest but in vain. Sarah went in, followed by his father. "What is the meaning of this, son, why did not you want to let us in?" His father was very upset. Jumin sighed, "Assistant Kang, leave us alone." Jaehee left, obeying his request, and he continued, "You are both unwelcome here, and I do not know anything about having a fiancée. I thought I had made myself clear the other day, I will not marry this woman. " "It's because of this girl?" Sarah squealed so that his ears ached. "The girl who is dating that famous actor?" "She's not dating him, it's a misunderstanding and gossip, besides I have to advise you to be quieter, my office is not a place for such scenes."

"Scenes ?! So I'm making a scene ?!" There were for no doubt false tears in Sarah's eyes, "And what was that scene the media say about?" "I am here to ask you the same, my son," His father put in. "You always blame me that the rumors about my relationships with women are bad for our company, but you're no better now."

"I admit it's my fault, but nothing like that will happen again."

"But does this girl really deserve you?" Sarah squealed again, sobbing. "She is a viper who plays on two sides, I would never do it to you!"

"I advise you not to express an opinion about Y/N in this way, I will not tolerate it, especially from the gold-digger mouth." Sarah gasped, and his father narrowed his eyes, "Son, this is not the way you treat your fiancée!" "How many times do I have to repeat myself," Jumin corrected his tie, it got stifling, "this woman is not and will not be my fiancee." "Mr. Chairman, you promised me!" Sarah stamped her foot like a capricious child. Before his father could answer, the phone rang. Jumin looked at the screen of the cell and his heart ached with relief, "I'm sorry, but I have to pick it up," He quickly picked up the phone, "My love? Is everything alright?" "How dare you! In front of me!" Sarah was furious. "It's all right," Y/N answered over the phone. "But Jumin, what are these screams?"

"Do not worry, it's just that gold-digger." "Sarah?" "I'm leaving!" Sarah hurried to the exit. "You really disappointed me, son," His father added. "The feeling is mutual, father." And so his father also left, slamming the door behind him. Jumin took a deep breath, "Finally, they left." "Are you alright?" "Yes, my dear, I was just surprised that my father and that woman were here together." "Did you read what Zen wrote in the chat room?" "Yes, I do not believe in such things, but I admit that I thought about strengthening the security on our floor." "I just wanted to tell you to not do anything like that, we have enough security here, no one will be able to enter this apartment." "I hope you're right," Jumin rubbed his eyelids, "Please, call to me more often when I'm here." "Okay, I promise." "Ah, moreover, I do not like the fact that you appeared in Zen's dream." Y/N giggled sweetly, "You know that Zen does not have control over it, let alone me? I guess it's because he is worried about all these rumors." "Maybe I should come home earlier today?" He suggested. "Don’t do this, Jaehee has enough work, and recently you have not been too kind to her." "Are you scolding me right now?" "Exactly."

Your POV

Another few days passed and nothing happened. Everyone forgot about Zen's dream and considered it completely random. Besides, none of the RFA members thought that Glam or Sarah could resort to something like kidnapping. But, either way, Jumin told the security chief and Yoon not to let these women approach you.

It was quite late when you heard the screams at the door. You got up from the sofa and approached the door to see what this fuss is about.

"Let me in or I'll tell Mr. Chairman that you didn't obey me!" You heard this voice before. Was it Sarah?

"I'm sorry miss, but I can't. Mr. Han instructed me not to let you in."

Sarah screamed, "Are you deaf? I said I'll tell Mr. Chairman and he’ll fire you, I swear! Other bodyguards let me in at this floor because Mr. Chairman requested it. You should do the same for your own good."

"I'm Mr. Han's employe so only he can fire me, miss. Please, let me escort you from here."

"I assure you that Mr. Chairman can do anything he wants with you!"

Annoyed, you opened the door. Both Sarah and Yoon looked at you in surprise.

"Ms. Y/N, please go back inside," Yoon said, apparently worried.

"No, let me talk to her."

"Ms. Y/N please, I have clear instructions from Mr. Han. I can't let this woman near you," You saw that Yoon was sweating. The poor man was clearly taken aback because of all this.

"She want to talk, so just let her, gosh~!" Sarah scoffed.

"Yoon, I don't want to make any problems for you. I'll explain everything to Jumin. He will never fire you if I tell him not to. But I can't convince Mr. Chairman, so it'd be better if we obey Sarah's wish."

"Oh my~! This girl actually has a brain!" Sarah giggled awfully. "Yoon, this is your name? I'll remember it. Listen to this smart girl and let us girls talk. I just want to take her to the cafe for a little chit-chat."

"To the cafe?" Yoon frowned, he had sweat under his nose and on his forehead. "Ms. Y/N can't leave this apartment. It's a request from Mr. Han."

"What?" Sarah gasped and laughed. "What are you? His pet? I heard he lost his cat recently, that's why she keeps you here? Are you replacement for a cat? You poor girl!"

Yoon had a really weird expression on his face. You could tell that he was very uncomfortable upon hearing these words. You know for a fact that he was worried about Jumin's obsession over you almost as much as Zen, but he couldn't do anything about this.

"Yoon," You touched his arm, ignoring Sarah behavior. "I can deal with her. She's just a girl, she won't hurt me."

Yoon sighed loudly, "Please contact me if anything happens. And please do not leave the building. There are many cafes in here."

Sarah was very pleased when you were going to the cafe she chose. The first thing that alarmed you is that the cafe was located near one of the exits from the building. You sat down at a table away from the other guests and ordered a coffee.

Sarah was looking at you with a devious smile.

"So?" You asked coolly. "What do you want?" The second thing that struck you was that there were no security guards nearby. Did she really plan something? Shit, you should take Yoon with you! But maybe you were just oversensitive.

"I must admit that you are a sneaky one, first Hyun Ryu and now Jumin Han, decide and leave one of them to me!"

"Grow up, Sarah, you know it was stupid gossip." You looked at her coldly, stirring the coffee.

"I can provide the media with more rumors, for example, about the fact that Jumin Han is an obsessive freak who closes his girlfriend in his own apartment."

"God, you're so childish. I'll ask you again. What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? Leave Jumin alone, break up with him, cheat on him, whatever."

You raised your eyebrow and took a sip of coffee, "And what if I don't do it?"

"Then you will have to deal with me," When you heard that voice behind you, you shuddered.

It was Yuwoon.

Why there were no bodyguards at the last floor? How Yuwoon and Sarah got to know each other? I'll explain it in the next chapter. So stay tuned! :>

#the drama continues #Sarah's a bitch #but Yoon is the sweetest bodyguard in the world #lol #my fanfictions #fanfiction #mysme #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger #jumin #jumin han #zen #yoosung #jumin han x reader #jumin x reader

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One Short Day

A JSE Fanfic

Yay, I wrote something that isn’t connected to pain for once in my life! Or at least, the most you get are hints and maybe a moment. I was planning on working on something else, but...I don’t know, I just felt like I needed something softer, and I’m sure there are people who need that too. So behold, an attempt at mostly-fluff! I just wanted to write the boys having fun out on the town, simple enough ^-^

It was rare that there was a full day they could all be together. A day where Schneep wasn’t working, Chase wasn’t recording, Marvin didn’t have a show, and Jackie didn’t have to bolt off at the last minute to do heroic vigilantism. A day where they could just do whatever they wanted, all of them, together.

They met up at Jackie’s apartment building. Naturally, JJ arrived first, then Schneep and Chase at about the same time. Just when they were starting to get worried, Marvin showed up, sprinting up to the group and skidding to a halt beside them.

“Late again, I see?” Jackie said when Marvin finally caught his breath. “Maybe we should just tell you we’re meeting thirty minutes earlier than we actually are.”

“Gimme a break.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “My phone was out of battery so I couldn’t check the time, then I got distracted.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “With what?”

“Um...” Marvin looked away, embarrassed. “I may have started playing Plague Inc...for an hour...or more.”

“Dude. Set a timer next time or something,” Chase said. “Ask JJ if you can borrow one of his watches if you have to, I dunno, anything.”

“Enough of this, we are wasting minutes,” Schneep said, checking his own watch. “Jackie decided what to do, what is it?”

Jackie immediately brightened. “Okay, so, we all know JJ hasn’t seen much of the town.” Everyone nodded. “So I thought we could give him the grand tour! Get lunch, go to the park, and I think the fair is open tonight so we can finish with that. That good with everyone?”

“So we’re just gonna walk all over town?” Chase asked. “Only two of us can drive, and none of us have a car right now.”

“Toughen up, Chase, walking’s good for you!” Marvin teased. “Right? Schneep, you’re a doctor, tell him I’m right.”

“He’s right,” Schneep said.

“See?!”

JJ snapped his fingers for attention. I thought we were wasting time? I certainly can’t lead the way, so I’ll ask one of you to.

“Right!” Jackie started off. “C’mon guys, lunch is waiting for us!”

They ended up at a local restaurant near the center of town called Kassie’s. It was a quaint little place, and since it was a warm day they decided to sit at a table outside. The chipper waitress gave them a plate of free fries, then took their order, and headed back inside.

“Is it just me, or is it kind of hot today?” Chase asked, fanning himself with some of the napkins.

“No, it’s not just you. God, I’m dying,” Jackie agreed.

“Jackie, you are not only wearing long sleeves, you are wearing two layers of them,” Schneep pointed out with a smile.

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Mr. Sweater-all-the-time!” Jackie rolled his eyes. “What about Jays? He’s got that vest/dress shirt on.”

JJ looked aghast. You four can run around and show your arms all you like, but I’ll have you know it isn’t proper for a gentleman!

“Are you implying we aren’t gentlemen?” Marvin asked, right before tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth.

JJ raised an eyebrow. Indeed.

“I don’t care, it’s hot. I’m taking this off.” With a few flailing arms, Jackie pulled his hoodie over his head and tugged it off, revealing a Marvel-themed T-shirt underneath. “Ah. That’s better.” He looked around to see the others staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Holy shit, Jackie!” Chase yelled. “Your arm!”

“Wh—oh fuck I forgot I was wearing short sleeves today.” Jackie looked down at his left arm. “Yeah, okay, I got scars, you can look all you want.”

“So that’s why I’ve never seen you in T-shirts,” Marvin realized. “Jackie, what the fuck happened?”

Jackie frowned, then coughed awkwardly. “Y’know...I’d rather not talk about it right now. Maybe later. Besides, Schneep already knows the story. ‘S how we met.”

“Honestly, you three are making mountains out of mole hills,” Schneep said. “Is fine now. You should see his torso, now those are scars.”

That only made the other three look more worried. Jackie sighed. “Look, guys, we’re having a fun day. We’re gonna have fun, and not gonna get all concerned, though I do appreciate it. And you—” he glared at Schneep “—need to stop saying that, ‘cause it makes it sound like I lost some epic battle instead of just having top surgery.”

Chase and Marvin relaxed in unison. “I’m still convinced you have, I dunno, fucking bullet scars or something,” Marvin muttered as Chase pulled the remains of the fries towards him.

“Oh yeah, but Schneep’s talking about the surgery. He’s done this before, and it’s no longer funny!” Jackie looked pointedly at Schneep when saying that last part, who just responded with a massive grin.

JJ was the only one who still looked concerned, but now that was paired with confusion. He looked around at the others. What is top surgery?

You could almost hear the hiss as the others all inhaled sharply in unison. They’d all forgotten for a moment that JJ didn’t know. Schneep cleared his throat. “Jackie, would you like to explain?”

“Right yeah. God, where do I start with this?” There was a slight pause in the conversation as the waitress returned with their food. The moment she was out of earshot, Jackie started up again. “Alright, so...” he leaned forward, hands clasped together, eyes wide and nervous. “You know how I call myself Jackieboy Man, right?”

JJ nodded. A moniker I never understood, but yes.

“Well, I didn’t always call myself that. Neither did anyone else. Because, well, they all thought that...I was a, uh, girl. Even I did. For the longest time I just sort of...accepted it. I only started to figure it out in high school. I got my first job, and one of the customers called me ‘that nice lady,’ and hearing it...just sort of surprised me. Like someone gave the wrong answer to a really easy test question. So...I started thinking, and eventually I realized that I wasn’t...actually a girl. That was when I renamed myself.”

JJ didn’t look any less confused. Why would they not understand that? Wouldn’t they be able to...see that you are not?

Jackie winced. “Well, no...you see, I...fuck.” Jackie put his head in his hands, took a deep breath, then looked up again. “I was born...in the wrong body. Top surgery is...it’s to get rid of the parts I didn’t want. Are you...are you getting this now?”

After a moment, JJ’s eyes widened. He nodded hesitantly.

“Okay. Good. Great.” Jackie sighed. “I don’t know if this word existed in the twenties, but nowadays we have ‘transgender’ as...a thing. When someone is something other than what their body is born as. I’m still a he. Or, just, anything but she, really. Literally call me anything but a girl. And please, don’t ask about what my name was before. Or what’s...down there. Those questions make me...really uncomfortable.”

My good man! JJ signed. Why would I do such a rude thing? And to my dear friend, nonetheless.

Jackie’s shoulders slumped. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled in relief. He’d been dreading this conversation, but better to rip the bandaid off now. “Thanks, man. I...appreciate your understanding.”

JJ smiled. No trouble at all, Jackie! I may not fully grasp the concept, but that’s no reason to disrespect your wishes.

“If you want, I can answer questions. Just...later. And as long as you get I don’t represent everyone who’s trans.”

JJ nodded and gave a thumbs-up. There was silence for a moment, before Chase broke it by saying “Hey, guys, I made a Jenga tower out of fries.”

Schneep rolled his eyes, and immediately knocked over Chase’s tower.

“Aw you bitch!” Chase gasped. “You didn’t even play the game right!”

“Fuck your games. Actually eat the food like it’s supposed to be.”

“You’re just jealous cause you got a salad instead.”

“Maybe I am! Did you think of that?!”

“Dude, I just said I did!”

The rest of lunch was covered in the blanket of familiar banter. Jackie smiled to himself. God, he was so glad nothing changed.

About two hours later, the boys had made their way to the southern part of the city. That was where the park was. It had an official name, but everyone just called it “the park” because there was only one of them and it was shorter. The park itself was pretty big, with trees, paths, flowerbeds, and two playgrounds at either end.

Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there were quite a few families with young children hanging around, parents watching their kids climb all over the jungle gyms and pushing them on the swings. While Marvin and Jackie walked ahead, pulling JJ with them and talking his ears off, Chase and Schneep hung back a bit. Chase was staring at the families on the playground.

“Chase? Are you okay?” Schneep asked gently.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine. It’s not a down day.” Schneep gave him a Look. “No, really! It’s just...y’know, seeing all the kids kinda bums me out. You know?”

“Of course I do, Chase,” Schneep said. He was probably the only one of the boys who did. “If you are feeling upset, you can go home.”

“No! God, no, that’s not what I meant at all. This has been good so far. I don’t want it to end.” Chase frowned. “Now I’m just...man. I’m starting to lose it.”

“Chase.” Schneep grabbed his hand. “If you are not enjoying yourself, we can always go do something more quiet. We would hate to push you to do something you are not up to.”

Chase considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, it’s not too bad. It helps that you guys are here, I think. But I’ll let you know...if it gets too much.”

Schneep gave him a long look, before finally judging that everything was alright. “Okay. You have to do that, or I am going to break into your home at night and yell at you for lying.”

“Okay, okay, I get the idea,” Chase laughed. He looked down at their clasped hands. “You’re not worried people are gonna think we’re a couple, then?”

“What? Oh. Is there no such thing as regular hand-holding in this country?! Besides, it should not fucking matter. Also you are not my type anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re not mine, either. You’re a guy.” Chase and Schneep both had a good laugh at that.

Marvin looked over his shoulder at the two of them. “Are you two gonna walk fast or what?”

“Or what,” Chase said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. A fucking comedic genius. Hey guys!” he said that last part to Jackie and JJ. “We’re gonna slow down so these two assholes can join us.”

“Marvin, how dare you,” Schneep said, mock-offended. “At least be more creative in your insulting us.”

“No.” The two mini-groups merged together to form the main group once again. “So what’re you two talking about?”

“Chase is worried that hand-holding makes a couple,” Schneep tattled.

“Bullshit,” Marvin stated. Jackie went “yeah!” in the background. JJ frowned at the use of language, but nodded. “What makes a couple is the kissing. And romantic interest in each other, which leads to the former.”

“You say, having not been on a date in at least five months,” Jackie muttered.

“Shut your stupid face, you...lovely person.” Marvin pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it, like he did when he was nervous. “We’ve all been kinda busy lately.”

“Yeah...that’s true,” Jackie sighed. “But maybe if you went out more, you could find someone you could go out with. Just once, if a commitment isn’t your thing right now.”

Marvin frowned. “Why in the wide world of wingmen would I go on a date once deliberately?”

“A night of fun?” Schneep suggested.

“With a complete stranger that I have no interest in? No. I need to have some intrigue in whoever they end up being.”

“None of you are gonna get anywhere with him,” Chase said. “He doesn’t get one-night stands.”

“Damn right I don’t! There’s no point!”

And it just seems improper, JJ signed. If you aren’t going to court someone, don’t approach them at all.

“Marvin! You have an ally!” Jackie gasped.

“Good. Finally, someone who agrees with me.” Marvin held up his hand and, after a moment of figuring out, JJ high-fived it. “Yeah! There we go, you got it!”

Jackie checked the time on his phone. “Alright, it’s starting to get a bit late. If we want to get enough time at the fair, we’re gonna have to book it to the eastern side.”

They didn’t actually run the whole way there, despite Jackie wanting to. By the time they got to the fair the sun was starting to set. They bought tickets and headed inside, where the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster towered over the smaller rides and the carnival games. It was a weekday, but it was one of the first days the fair was open, so the fairgrounds were crowded but not packed.

Chase gasped. “Games. We can do the games first.”

You do realized they’re all rigged, right? JJ asked.

“Who cares? They’re fun! Games now.”

Soon, the others started to suspect that the reason Chase was so eager to play games was because he knew he would win every time. The dude was scarily good. A combination of sheer luck, skill, and fuck-it-let’s-take-a-chance-ness led to many more victories than the others, something Marvin and Schneep immediately called him out for.

“You are cheating, I am sure of it!” Schneep huffed, folding his arms.

“Nah, just have a knack for it. And, in this case, practice.” Chase tossed one of the wooden balls back and forth while he waited for the carnival worker to hand him his prize. “Ya gotta aim for a bit above the spot where the third jug sits on top of the other two, then throw hard. It’s a bit of an arc.”

“No, you’re a cheater,” Marvin asserted, muttering darkly.

“Aw, c’mon! Here, will this make you less salty?” Chase accepted his stuffed prize from the worker, then handed it right over to Marvin. “I got it for you! You like cats.”

Marvin glared down at the plushie. “You’re lucky it has a cute face,” he said.

“See?!” Chase smiled. He was actually having a good time. It was a good change of pace from the park.

Eventually, everyone had a prize except for JJ. They were running out of games to play, but then Jackie spotted one of those ‘find the ball under the shuffling cups.’ “Hey guys, you up for that one?”

JJ brightened. I’m actually quite skilled at those!

“Well, then, let’s go!” Jackie pulled him over, the others in tow.

The carnival worker was calling out the rules of the game. “You get one, you win one of these lovely roses, you get two in a row, you win one of these tiny fellows here, and you get three in a row, you win one of these adorable penguins! Step right up, step right up!”

“Hey!” Jackie waved to get the worker’s attention. “We want to play!”

“Well then, young sirs, the rules are simple. Keep your eye on the ball, see right here, right here, it’s under the middle cup. Now watch as I take the cup this way, then that, then this and oh look at that! It’s goin’ fast, it’s goin’ fast don’t lose it don’t lose it! Now, which one is the ball under?”

Jackie was fairly sure he knew where it was, but he turned to JJ anyway. “So, which one?” he asked.

JJ bit his lip, then reached forward to point at one of the cups...only for the worker to slap his hand away. “I’m sorry sir, please don’t touch the cups. To prevent tamperin’, see? Just tell me.”

JJ looked a bit stunned at the worker’s aggressive tone. But he signed It’s under the left one.

“Excuse me?”

“He says it’s under the left one,” Marvin jumped in.

“...ah, I see.” The worker lifted up the cup to reveal the ball. “Seems you were right. Do you want to try again?”

The boys glanced uneasily between each other. The worker’s tone had dropped from the polite-carnival talk to one that was a bit...short. She was also talking much slower than she was before, drawing out the vowel sounds. “He can hear you perfectly fine,” Chase said. “He just can’t talk.”

“Mmm...I see...” The worker pursed her lips. “Do you want to try again?”

They all nodded. The worker was silent this time as she shuffled the cups, faster than before. When she stopped, she looked at Jackie. “Which one is the ball under?”

Jackie had a vague idea where, but he wasn’t sure. “JJ, do you know?”

The left one again, JJ signed, less enthusiastically.

“The left,” Jackie translated.

The worker frowned as she revealed the ball under the left cup. “You boys aren’t cheating, are you? Those weird gestures seem like symbols.”

Marvin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, they’re symbols alright. They stand for words. Do you not know how sign language fucking works? He’s telling us the answers ‘cause he’s the best one at it. Now let’s do this one more time.”

The worker shuffled the cups impossibly fast. Once more, she asked Jackie where the ball was. This time, he had no idea, and just looked at JJ. JJ, in turn, stiffened a bit, eyes hardening. It’s under the right one, though I wouldn’t put it past her to sneak it up her sleeve.

“Right,” all the boys said in unison.

The worker reluctantly lifted up the rightmost cup to show the ball sitting underneath. “Congratulations,” she said dully. “You win one of the big prizes. What color do you want?”

Turquoise, JJ signed. “Turquoise,” Jackie translated.

They walked away from the booth in silence. After a few moments of walking, Marvin said, “I could totally put a curse on her.”

“No,” Jackie said firmly.

“Just one little spell. She can lose her voice for a week.”

JJ shook his head, then tucked his prize under his arm so he could use his hands to sign. Revenge is never the best answer.

“It’s what she deserves!” Marvin snarled. “She was making that difficult on purpose. I saw her, she was going much slower with the customers before us. JJ, I’m so absolutely sorry on her behalf, cause god knows she’s not gonna fucking apologize.”

It’s okay, JJ insisted. Believe it or not, I’ve faced worse, especially in my day. They were much less friendly back then.

“I am sure you are not using that word in the correct meaning,” Schneep mumbled.

Marvin shoved his hand into the pocket containing his wand. “One hex. Come on. Just one. I won’t even make her ears fall off or anything.”

Everyone refused to let Marvin curse the carnival worker, and he reluctantly relented. At this point, they’d finished with the games, and all that was left were the rides. They took turns, one or two of them sitting out to watch the accumulated prizes while the others spun and flew and then stumbled off the rides. After trying most of the rides out, they took a snack break for ice cream and cotton candy.

“I think the Ferris wheel is the only one left,” Jackie said. “Unless we want to catch that sideshow thing. There’s supposed to be magicians—”

“Fake,” Marvin interrupted.

“—clowns, animals, and they advertised a knife-thrower—”

Schneep nearly choked on his ice cream. “No.”

“Okay, got it. No show then.” Jackie nodded. “But I’m not too sure about the Ferris wheel. I know at least one of us is afraid of heights.”

“Yeah, uh, me.” Chase bit his lip. “But I think I’ll be fine if I don’t look over the edge. Unless someone else doesn’t want to go on it, then I’ll stay off with them.”

“I’m good,” Jackie said. “Schneep? Marv? Either of you scared of heights?” Both of them shook their heads. “Alright. JJ?”

JJ signed, A bit, but after all these dizzy rides, I’ll take something calm like the Ferris wheel, if you please.

“Alright. Guess we’re going on the wheel, then!”

Night had truly fallen by this point. The Ferris wheel wasn’t exceptionally tall, but it still rose above everything else in the fair, providing a fantastic view of the colored lights below. Instead of having the traditional two-person seats, this wheel had booths that could fit up to eight people, so all the boys fit into one just fine. The wheel turned, and the booth turned with it. Chase squirmed, resolutely not looking over the side. Jackie and Marvin did the exact opposite, practically leaning out of the booth to look down below.

JJ tapped Schneep, signing something real quick. Schneep nodded, then yelled “Can you two stop that?! You are going to fall out of the fucking side, and you are making Jamie nervous.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jackie sat back down.

“Aww,” Marvin groaned, but pulled back into his seat. “I hope you know I do this for you, JJ.”

JJ smiled. Thank you, it’s appreciated. And I’m sure your body feels the same way, having narrowly avoided a fall to great injury.

“Nah, I would’ve been fine.”

The wheel stopped. Their booth was right at the top. “Oh, fuck,” Chase muttered, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You know, you didn’t have to come,” Jackie said quietly. “We would’ve been alright letting you stay down on the ground.”

Chase peeked between his hands. “I know. But...it’s really nice up here. Quiet. And with just you guys. As long as I ignore the distance from the ground, I’m good. You’re my friends, you know, and you make everything better.”

“Oh, Chase,” Marvin gasped. “That’s...really sweet!”

“What? Didn’t think we where friends?”

“It’s...always nice to be reminded.” Marvin smiled softly.

Well then consider this your reminder, Marvin! JJ wiggled his mustache happily. I consider you all my friends, maybe even family. You are all wonderful people and I love having you in my life!

“Nooo, stop.” It was hard to see in the dark, only lit up by the lightbulbs on the Ferris wheel, but it was possible that Marvin was actually blushing.

“You know what? I love you guys.” Jackie grinned. “Not afraid to admit it! Best friends I’ve ever had.”

Schneep cleared his throat. “Yes, I feel the same. You are all great people, and I am fortunate to have met you. I...love you as well.”

“Aaaahck!” Marvin appeared to be trying to fold into himself. “Too much love! Fatality!”

Chase chuckled. “Marvin! Accept our love!”

We love you, Marvin! JJ signed eagerly. Now you have to say it back!

Marvin made a strange sort of groaning exhale before inhaling deeply, calming down. “Yeah...I—I love you guys too. God, I love you guys so much. You should all know that.”

“There we go!” Jackie said, triumphant. “Marvin, you are, truly, the emotionally constipated one. And I thought Schneep was the worst.”

“Excuse me?!” Schneep gasped. “I assure you I am very love-sharing. I just do not use words too much because they are complicated.”

“Understandable,” Chase shrugged. “I can barely speak half the time, and I was born in English.”

I thought you were born in Ireland, JJ signed, amused.

“Oh, you know what I mean!”

The Ferris wheel started lowering, stopping and starting as it let passengers off. The boys stepped out of the booth and onto land once again.

JJ yawned. I must say that I’m rather tired after all this. I think it’s time we go home.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it,” Jackie agreed.

“You all are weak!” Marvin countered. “I’m good for another couple hours.”

“Watch you crash immediately upon entering your room,” Chase laughed.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I think JJ is right,” Jackie said. “It’s time to go home.”

Schneep nodded. “Yes, I could stay up longer, but I have morning shift tomorrow so I should not push my luck. I will see you all later?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Course, dude!”

“Definitely.”

Count on it!

With that, they left the fair. Eventually they split up, each heading their own separate ways until they eventually got to wherever they were staying that night. Some went to sleep immediately, some stayed up a bit later, but eventually they all went to bed.

And when they decided to do it, none of them had trouble for once.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #jameson jackson #brigid writes fanfiction

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philodandrons · 5 years

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here are my feelings about dan’s coming out video

i have lots of them and i keep wanting to share them but my friends don’t get it so i’m sharing them here.

i watched a dan and/or phil video probably around the time they started gaining traction, so yearrssss ago. probably honestly around 2011/2012. i think i got through like half of the video and was over it and never really watched more of them. until the glorious 45 minute video that graced the internet two weeks ago (and have since gone on a dnp binge basically nonstop, unless i’m at work and i have sO many feelings hence the new tumblr).

as a queer person who recently (in the last 2 months) come to the realization that she’s gay, i saw a lot of myself in the video. it resonated so hard and i’m trying to write this but i honestly don’t know if i can put these feelings into words. i came out as bisexual when i was 20-ish, then a bit later decided that the word queer fit. i was hacving a conversation with friends about whether or not the switch from bi to queer was biphobic in how i was explaining my feelings but i kept being like, no dude, i guess you could say that i’m bi when you’re talking about me to others but honestly the proper term for me is queer.

which then quickly turned into a downward spiral of “am i just a flat out homo??? am i truly just gay? do labels matter [for me] aNYWAYS?!?!???” for the last few years. and then two months ago i had a panic attack after texting my best friend that i thought i was gay and here i am, a semi gayby in my own way.

so i relate to dan. i think he was so eleoquent in a way i can only dream of being and im so proud of him and im so happy to see any queer person happy and out and proud and loved. i think those are all of my thoughts right now bc i have to go to work but idk ive mostly been watching a lot of the recent videos but when the older ones pop up on my feed, i think it’s obvious that those two are much more comfortable in not only who they are but also in their relationship and sharing parts of their lives and their relationship with the internet and the people who view them and that’s really beautiful.

im really glad dan is in a place to feel that he’s comfortable being out because wow what a joy it is to be gay

#dan howell #dnp

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dreammutual-remade · 6 years

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idol!you and lucas

request: please do a bullet scenario about lucas and his gf both being sm idols - anon

word count: 2.6k

a/n: first of all,,,, this gif hurts me badly, seCOND OF ALL im so sorry for the inactivity !! I have finals this week and I graduate really soon n ive just been v busy !!! also I had hella writers block trying to finish this ish up but I hope u like it anon !!!!its a lil hard for me to write as an idol just because thats such a Wildt lifestyle but I did my best ily

warnings: cursing n also some crying because god knows all of our boys prolly have during their idol days :(((((((

what’s up butter cup

let’s dive tf in

as a pre-warning thingy i’m making you a singer so i’m very sorry if you can’t sing i can’t either bby

alright so this story begins when you’re not even 16 years old and you audition for a bunch of companies

tbh you didn’t think you were /that/ good at singing or dancing but ???

all the companies wanted you??? you got offers from JYP and SM and Pledis ????? go off queen

we stan

anyways

you decide to go with SM since they produced leGENDS SHINEE

FUCK I LOVE THOSE GUYS

(binch if u went to JYP u literally could have been in TWICE ?!?/&.&. ABSOLUTE LEGENDS UR LOSS THOT)

also because you just think that’ll be best for you ?? idk we don’t judge here (i already did though i’m So Sorry)

on your first day as a trainee you’re in search of the female dorms and you just can’t find them

eventually you run into this,,,, Gang Of Adolescent Boys

they’re wearing dorky ass muscle tees and keep saying shit about “foreign swaggers”

(.... y’all already know who it is sjdkdkd)

and you’re Meek and New and Small so you’re like um, hellowherearethegirlsdormsplease

okay there’s four of them and they’re all fckin huge except for one

the Biggest One with the american accent points you in the right direction and you try to scurry away but end up smacking into the Second Biggest One’s arm because he moved in your way on accident ouchie

“god lucas why don’t you just run the poor girl over”

“hYUNG PLEASE”

“hehehhehe i’m just kiddin”

and you just kind of mumble that it’s fine and go on your way

okay so you train for three yEARS before your debut

and you def come out of your shell alright like you’re Extroverted and whatnot

you still see those boys and even make friends with mark and donghyuck and the Foreign Members

but the entirety of the group you met has debuted except Lucas

you’re not close but you wave and say hi when you see each other

you turn pink everytime from Emotions and also Holding Your Breathe Due To Anxiety

and he was cute years ago but he’s only gotten prettier with age dude

they recently dyed his hair to give him some Blonde Stuff and he looks reaLLY GOOD

LIKE TO THE POINT WHERE U HAVE TROUBLE LOOKING HIM IN THE EYE

but eventually you’re like hey now i’m a grown woman i can handle this giant childish man !!! quit that @ emotions

alright so you debut like, days before him no lie

you’re a solo artist bc idk

red velvet was full 😔🤟

anyways you’ve been filming the video for the past couple weeks and the concept is sort of filmy and shimmery like old sparkly anime water u kno ?

and you’re wearing similar stuff to what ten was wearing in the new heroes mv (BIG OOF) except less warm toned ?

like swishy sort of see through white shirts and spandex underneath

you’re a Beautiful and Skilled dancer so they have u all over the place with this choreo

on the FLOOR on the WALL in the AIR

no joke they had you in a harness doing cool swirly shit in the air this is the stuff of legends my g

but like the inside of SM ? is very cold

if you’re not filming you’re bundled up in a blanket and trying to rub the goosebumps out of your arms and legs

because you have to look all smooth and flawless for filming and those are two things goosies are not

luckily the song wasn’t a huge ballad because it’s rather hard to belt out long ass notes when you’re upside down lmao

anyways, the song is a bop and the mv is beautiful and you are wearing minimal clothing and although these are all nice things but also

RECIPE FOR DISASTER

the filming is almost done thank GOD

you’re taking a break from filming and you go out in the hall in your costume to go get another water bottle because ain’t nobody around to give a pre debut thot a water bottle 🤧🤧

your arms are wrapped around yourself when lucas jogs up behind you and throws his jacket around you??

literally throws it like you made an oof noise

“um ,? thank you that was aggressive”

“i knOw i’m sorry it’s just you are practically naked and it’s Cold in here and also walking behind you i noticed you were Very Exposed sO”

you turn bright red because that means everyone has seen your ass prolly and you duck your head and pull the jacket tighter around yourself

“oh! i’m sorry i mean you look uhh? really good ?? yeah you look good nOT that i was looking super hard or anything or that i uH saw aNything BUt if i did it would look good i’m sure nOT THAT I thInK about that ?$/&/“

and now you’re both blushing very hard but you feel a little better when you see he’s just as flustered as you

you brush your fingers on his forearm to get him to stop staring at the floor and tell him thanks and ask about when he’s debuting

he tells you the mv filming is done since they had to go Real Far Away to do it and get it done ahead of time and that the teasers will be out in three weeks and then the mv release and then its Show Time Baby

you’re excited for him and he’s excited and you debut really soon as well and he’s excited for you and !!!!!

there’s excitement all over the place

he’s smiling so big and his eyes are cute and crinkly and :(((((

you still got a crush on him /sigh/

one of the staff literally yells your name down the hall and you’re like aw shit that’s my cue lol

you leave him with with a lil squeeze of his bicep and you’re BOTH shook

him because ?? was that fLIRTING

you because ?? THAT WAS FLIRTING

also because his biceps are thicc i’m gonna cry

big baby stands there for like 3 mins just shook and with uwus oozing from his pores

you skrt very quickly to avoid the consequences of your actions and get back to filming

okay TIME SKIP

your mv was released and did GOOD AS FUCK

you didn’t hear it from me but lucas + nct boys were seen on vlive jamming the fuck out to your song

you’re backstage like 10 mins from going on and having an absolute panic attack

what if you trip ??? or your voice breaks !!:&::

what if all the reviews say you’re Trash live and that the mv was better since they edited

what if you FLOP AND HAVE NO FANS

NO ONE DOES THE FANCHANTS

FUCK FUXKFUCKFUXKCUDJ

so you do call the king of debuts

mark lee

and you’re like mARK FUCK IM GOING TO CRASH AND BURN PLEAS LLSSE DHELPD ME

he tells you to Calm The Fuck Down and assures you it’ll be fine but it’s not working and mark is but a young boy he don’t know how to deal with FEMALES

you hear some deep ass voice on the other side ask who’s on the phone and mark says your name and then the voice is closer and deMANDING to be given the phone

u already kno it’s our boy yukhei

he can hear you gasping through the phone and having a mental breakdown and immediately makes his voice all low and soft

wow i’m , affected writing this shit

“hey, y/n, listen to me, you’re okay, you’re fine. i promise it’ll be okay.”

“bUT WHAT IF I-“

“you won’t. you’ve worked too hard and practiced too much. i know you i saw you do it. do NOT let all of that go down the drain. you can do this. now get your cute ass out there and take NO SHIT”

“i know but i am, scared”

“don’t be! this is what you love isnt it?”

“i mean,,,, yeah”

“and you want to do this more than anything don’t you?”

“well , yeah”

“then for gods sake don’t be a wimp and do it”

“hey i miss the part of this conversation where you were being nice to me”

“that part’s over babe you need some TOUGH LOVE now please for me and for yourSELF get out there”

“okay.. thanks lucas”

“anything for you, angel”

yOU HANG UP SO QUICK

how dare he

you were all Comforted but then he went on with that angel bullshit

okay long story short you ended the industry dude

all solo artists BOW BEFORE YOU

VOCAL QUEEN

DANCE QUEEN

lucas: shaking because His Angel did so well and you were wearing white and actually looked like an angel

but you don’t see him for the next like twO MONTHS because he’s promoting boss and you’re promoting your single and neither of you are home ever

when you do get a second to yourself you try to send him an encouraging text but

you seldom get a second to yourself :(((

he does the same thing and they’re so sweet :(

“good morning i hope u slept well !!”

“princess don’t forget 2 hydrate”

“i saw ur mnet performance u looked beautiful <333”

this man is practically begging you to wife him up i mean

he’s cute

he’s BIG and WARM

very sweet to you :(

talented and lovely

absolute dweeb

supportive of you even from great distances

BEST BOY UWU

you try to be just as encouraging back because he deserves it UGH

“bub don’t forget to eat i know ur hungry rn”

“!!!!!! you came foR MY LUNGS WITH THAT CENTER DANCE AT THE END BOI”

“why are u sending me messages u need to rest bby :((“

when things calm down though you,, see each other

he doesn’t formally ask you out and you don’t say anything but, youre dating sort of kind of

as idols you’re both still so so busy and you JUST debuted so neither of you are really allowed to date anyways

you settle for little bits of cuddling and secret touches as you pass each other in the hall

you both stand outside of your respective dorms at night to facetime without waking your dorm mates

he desperately wants to go on dates and do Normal Couple things but there’s no time :(

the most affectionate you’ve ever been is when the girl group who shares a dorm with you was out promoting and you had him over and you took a nap together :((((

he Insisted upon being the big spoon and basically wrapped your whole body up with his limbs

pressed a few lil kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulder when he thought you were asleep

you weren’t though and you turned around to kiss him on the cheek and then tuck your face into his neck and pass tf out

he has to leave though because mark texts him and is like YO I KNO UR WITH Y/N AND HER ROOMMATES ARE ON THE WAY HOME

ABORT MISSION DUDE

and that’s pretty much it :(

months pass without much between you even though you’re trying your best

and even though you live in dorms you’re still so lonely especially when you’re traveling because you don’t have any group members

you don’t want to annoy or worry lucas though so you don’t complain

he notices though and late at night he’ll call you while you’re in bed and talk about his day and how he misses you and wishes you were there

and when you get all emo he says he’ll be waiting for you at the airport

(he really does he goes and hides in the bathroom and texts you so you can go in there and TACKLE HIM)

he still calls you angel all the time :((((

god that’s another weakness of mine ??? IM SUCH A WUSS

but it has specifically changed to “my angel”

uwu

your first kiss and first Real Confession happens on the Worst Day Of Your Life

you’re about to go on stage (you’ve released an album since your debut so this is new stuff) when you get a call from your mom ??

she’s crying and tells you your grandma is sick and in the hospital and it’s really bad

immediately you’re barely holding yourself together because that woman half raised you and was the reason you stayed in dance and worked so hard to become who you are today

there are tears streaming down your face already and the makeup team is fluttering around you trying to fix what you’re messing up and it’s bad

you still have to go on though so you go and perform with tears in your eyes and your manager yells at you after for not pulling it together

you go home in tears and then you’re not looking where you’re going and ran straight into a staff who yells at you some more for being some entitled idol brat

originally you weren’t gonna say anything to lucas but, the staff pushed you over the edge and you call him in tears and are incoherent and can barely tell him where you are before you hang up

our boy BURSTS into your room and sees you sitting on the floor with your face buried in your knees and 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 !!

he gathers you in his arms and sits on the bed with you curled up on his lap

he holds you close and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back at the same time as he frantically tries to figure out what’s wrong

“y/n?? baby what’s wrong? angel, please you gotta tell me or i cant help”

“i jjJJUST Got a cALL and my grandMA IS SICK AND THEN I DI D BAD AND DISAPPOINTED EVERYONE AND My mManageR yeYELLED at me and theN I RAN iNtO a staffF meMbEr and he yELled at me too and I JSUT .$:&:&;& i’m sO SORRY u doNT need to deAL WIYH ME you have problems of YouR own and-“

“shhh listen to me i always care about you okay? angel, i want to help you no matter what you know that. also, if you weren’t so distraught i would go beat some SM ass you didn’t deserve to be yelled at :(((( how about we call your mom and check for updates with your grandma and i’ll stay here with you for the night?”

you nod and then reach for your phone while keeping as much physical contact with lucas as possible

he’s the only reason you haven’t reached the Depression Point Of No Return so

we stayin close

you put your mom on speaker and set your phone down before squishing yourself back into his chest and sniffling while the phone rings

your mom answers and you shakily ask for any updates and she tells you not much but your grandma has improved and they think that within a couple weeks she’ll be better

you cry some more and tell her you love them both and you’re so relieved and lucas kisses the crown of your head and is just There For Comforting

once you hang up and you’ve calmed down a little more you back up a little and turn to face him

“hey thank you so much, you didn’t have to come and help me so much but you’ve always been there to make me stop Freaking Out and laugh and i just, love you. yeah that’s what it is. I LOVE YOU I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, WONG YUKHE-“

he cuts you off by snatching your face in his big warm hands and kissing you right on the lips

he then kisses your nose and your forehead and pulls you back into his lap to tuck you under his chin

“it’s all for you, angel ;)))) i love you more”

#me: a connoisseur of shitty endings #uwu im so soft someone call me their angel right now immediately #lucas #wong lucas #wong yukhei #wong xuxi #nct #nct u #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct fluff #nct u scenarios #nct u fluff #nct 2018 scenarios #yukhei scenarios #yukhei fluff #Lucas scenarios #Lucas fluff

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stoportotouch · 5 years

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4, 7, 9, 20, 26

iv. do you have a notp in your fandom? are they a popular otp?

actually, not really. unless we’re talkin’ gilbert and sullivan, in which case putting celia and tolloller together and mountararat and leila together is just... bad. give us gay peers.

vii. is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

not that i can’t stand so much as that it vaguely frustrates me, but a lot of productions make don giovanni too sympathetic. he can be a sympathetic character to a certain degree and he kinda has to for the fact that he’s apparently won over so many women to completely work but if he’s just A Nice Dude Who Made A Couple Of Mistakes... him getting taken to hell doens’t work as a moral.

conversely, if you make him too much of a dick (@terfel), then it just doesn’t make sense that zerlina and elvira both want him. it’s a difficult balance to create and very few productions get it right. for productions that do get it right, might i suggest the blue production with keenlyside as giovanni and also the roh’s recent production?

(the roh one goes a bit too far in the sympathetic direction and it also manages to make leporello come across a bit less than sympathetic unless you’re really paying attention during the commendatore scene. but i was paying attention so it works.)

ix. most disliked character/s? why?

have i ever told you guys how much i hate the grand inquisitor in don carlo? because good lord is he ever despicable. at the same time, though, he’s very fun to hate because he’s just such a blatantly obvious villain (and his introductory motif goes tf off).

there’s a production out there that has filippo lunge at him with a dagger at one point during their duet, anyway, and that’s exactly how i feel about him. i don’t think even the monks would have said anything if filippo had gone through with it.

also, though, i don’t really like nadir. he doesn’t do anything even vaguely useful and he’s one of those Entitled Tenors who thinks only with his dick and ruins the lives of everybody around him. (the duet is good, though.)

xx. what is the purest ship in the fandom?

carlo and rodrigo. they’re perfect for each other.

xxvi. most shippable character?

hm, i think either rodrigo (who you can put with just about any male character and it’ll make at least a bit of sense) or don giovanni (2065 women.). i don’t think it’s coincidence that they’re both often played by the same person.

#ask #ollie considers #what is your song o?#anonymous #opera tag #Anonymous

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shatteredresiliency · 6 years

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Tarot card questions

The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.

Oh lord I have many. But I guess one that comes to mind right now is a day or two ago now, my mum was driving me into work when a Certain Someone called me, and proceeded to make me get all blushy and stuttery by the end of the phone conversation and then my mum proceeded to heckle me for the rest of the way into work. I dont really think thats embarassing but. Oh well. I don't have much to hide.

The Magician: Do you have a special talent?

I dont think that I do? Although ive been told patience is extraordinary so maybe that i guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯

The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets?

Hahahahaha no. not at all. My face gives me away.

The Empress: What do you desire most?

For the next few month's to fly by, becauae I'd rwally like to get back to living my life.

The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions?

Not really anymore. That I remember, anyway.

The Hierophant: What is/was your favourite school subject? My favourite subject was actually English.

The Lovers: What qualities would your ideal partner have? Honesty. Loyalty. nerdy. Committed. Affectionate. (I die without affection). Tenacious; because jesus christ he'll have to be to deal with me.

The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something?

Ive fought for many things in my life. Some of them I won, some of them I didn't.

Strength: What gives you strength?

The fact that every day is a new day. The support of my cats, and loved ones. The fact of I'm too stubborn to call it quits yet.

The Hermit: Could you cope with living alone?

I lived alone for the better part of a year and loved it.

Wheel of Fortune: If you won a million pounds, what would you do with it? I'm gonna concert that to a million dollars. So, a million bucks. Id get both mysrlf and my mum out of debt. Once were out of debt, Id buy my mom an African Grey, while myself would get a new car. The rest I'd turn into stocks.

Justice: If you could be a super hero (or villain) what would you call yourself and what powers would you have? Ive never been big on the idea of superheros. I'm my own superhero, so.

The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else's? Depending on the person, yes. Depending on the person, maybe. Depending on the person, Not a chance in hell.

Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be? I hope.it would be happy. And that my reincarnation would learn from the mistakes ive made in this life.

Temperance: Do you have good self control? Emotionally? For the most part. Physically? Dude my body barely cooperares with me on a good day.

The Devil: What do you think your worst quality is? My worst quality is that I'm loyal to a fault. I can be literally shown evidence that someone ia doing something that would hurt me, and Id stuck around anyway. Until someone else op3ns my eyes. I usually don't see what's bad for me.

The Tower: Describe your dream home.

Large. A farm, likely. Just a hobby farm. With a proper barn, and paddocks. Varieties of creatures roaming the property. The house is an old farm house, big and brick. It's woodstove heat, and has eloquent design on the wood pieces. Theres a living room, dining room, etcetera. Then theres the garage, abd then we go upstairs to three bedrooms, and a large bathroom. From the master bedroom, you can see the paddocs with horses.

The Star: What inspires you? Beauty. Art. Anger. Emotion. Heavy, heavy emotions. @boywonderben, @anhedonic-slut , @boxthissideup, @xoxmygirlxox, @acroardent @greg-the-di. A few other people. I aee inspiration in everything.

The Moon: Describe a dream (or nightmare) you've had recently. This dream that I had recently was that I was en route to Sudbury via bus. I was going to see Alex, and we were about a half hour away from Sudbury when the bus like, exploded. Everyome was fine but they all relied on me to get them to Sudbury because I was the oldest and had the best sense of direction and I called Alex, pretty much in tears, but all he said in the dream was to close my eyes and rest and suddenly I just felt so at ease.

The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.

I don't have many, sadly. But I do remember sitting in the car with my grandpa one day, and he and I sat and talked about everything under the sun. That day, when I was 7 years old, I told my papa that I wad a boy, not a girl. The bravest man I ever knew looked me up and down and started crying, because, though I didn't understand it at the time, he was terrified of the torment id go through.

Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of?

Yes... Quite a few different things. One in particular being that I went back on my qord and wasnt there for a friend of mine when she needed me most; I was far too selfish that day, and I'll never forgive myself for losing her.

The World: What country would you most like to visit?

Greece!

#ask meme #answers

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welcometophu · 7 years

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Not Your Destiny: Chapter 16

Marked Book 1: Not Your Destiny

Chapter 16

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His phone shouldn’t be ringing.

It’s the middle of the fucking night. His phone is on silent. There is no way that his phone should be ringing.

Ángel slaps a hand out, grabs his phone, brings it up to his face.

Too bright.

He squints at the screen as the ring tone fades away. Missed it. Fuck.

It starts again a second later, Tanner’s name emblazoned across the screen bright enough to sear Ángel’s eyes in the darkness.

He manages to thumb the phone unlocked, presses it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Ángel.” Tanner’s voice breaks, hiccups.

Hayley slides in through the door, lands on Ángel’s bed, crowds in close. She motions, and Ángel manages to find the button to put Tanner on speaker just as Papi pokes his head in.

“Did I hear a phone?” Papi asks. “It’s three in the morning.”

“Emerson and mom are on the way to the hospital,” Tanner says, choking on the words. “He had a seizure, and I don’t know how long it lasted but it was at least twenty minutes after we found him. And he barely woke up, then he went into another one ten minutes after that. We called 911. They… mom went in the ambulance with him. I’m bringing her car over.”

“That’s better than the truck,” Ángel says, even though that’s the least important part of this. Abuela and Joey talk quietly in the hall, then footsteps fade as Papi disappears. They’re going to get dressed, Ángel’s sure of it. “Maybe we should drive, Tanner. You’re not okay.”

“I’m fine,” Tanner snaps, coughs at the end of the words, gulping. “Fuck. I’m not okay. I’m really not okay.”

“We’re going to come get you,” Hayley says quietly, leaning closer to the phone. “You’re like what, three houses down? Me and Ángel will walk down and we’ll drive your mom’s car for you and you’ll be there really soon. I promise, we just need to find some shoes, okay?”

“Okay,” Tanner whispers. “Shit. Ángel. I don’t know—”

“He’s going to be okay,” Ángel says, even though he can’t really promise that part at all. “Are you dressed? Do you have your wallet? Get your shoes on, make sure you’re wearing pants, and get the keys. Meet us outside, okay?”

“Okay,” Tanner whispers again. “Okay. I just… get here quickly, okay?”

“We’ll be there in a minute,” Hayley says, and Ángel cuts the call.

He’s wide awake now, his eyes and throat still rough with sleep. He rubs at his eyes, reaches out to try to find the shirt he’d somehow shed in his sleep. “Go get your shoes,” he says to Hayley, stilling when she leans in to brush a kiss again his cheek.

“We’ll take care of Tanner,” she says softly, then hurries from the room.

By the time Ángel yanks on his shirt and pants, slipping his feet into a pair of slides because they’re the quickest thing he can find for shoes, Papi’s dressed and waiting for him in the hall.

“I’ll take Abuela and Joey over,” Papi says, and Ángel just goes in close, gets his arms around him and holds on for a long moment. “Drive safe, mijo,” Papi murmurs into his hair. Ángel nods, because he’ll do his best.

Tanner’s sitting on the hood of Mary’s car when they get there. He tosses the keys to Ángel, quietly climbs into the back seat. Ángel can’t find it in his heart to argue when Hayley burrows into the back seat as well, the two of them curling close together. His heart twists, but he knows Tanner needs someone right now, and Ángel can’t stop that.

If he could be what Tanner needs, he would. At least Hayley can give him that.

Ángel only breaks a few speeding laws on the way to the hospital, pulling into the parking lot and finding a spot near his father’s SUV. They all walk in together, Tanner focused on his phone rather than the direction they’re moving while Hayley guides him with a hand on one elbow. Tanner gestures past the reception desk, gets them to where Mary sits slumped in a chair, waiting.

“They admitted him,” Mary says, standing to greet them. She leans into Joey’s hug, clinging tightly to her shoulders. “At least for tonight, and they’re hoping he’ll be better when he wakes up. Right now they’ve got him on an IV for his meds, and they need him to be coherent before they release him.”

“How—” Hayley’s hand flutters, falls. “Is he…?” she touches her temple.

“Can it damage his brain? Maybe,” Tanner says quietly. “Usually the seizures just pass by, and he’s fine. He’s had them so long, and they aren’t frequent. It’s been better. Maybe it was the holiday and all the excitement. Maybe something else, we don’t know. But this one was bad. And because they’re seizures related to a Talent, we don’t really know anything about how it could affect him in the long run. He doesn’t have epilepsy, not exactly, although that’s how they treat him.”

“He’s going to be fine, honey.” Mary reaches for Tanner, squeezes her hand. “You don’t have to be here for this.”

Tanner just looks at her, hands hanging by his side once she releases him. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Yeah, I do.”

“We’ll all stay.” Papi grabs one of the hard plastic chairs, brings it around to make a small circle around where Mary had been sitting. “You’re not going to do this alone, Mary. You’re family.”

Abuela sinks into one of the chairs, slumps down and lets her head fall, chin touching her chest. She closes her eyes, feet stretched out and crossed at the ankle, hands clasped across her belly. She inhales, and on the exhale, she relaxes. Ángel’s pretty sure she’s already asleep.

Papi and Joey settle in with Mary between them, and Hayley and Ángel echo the same position with Tanner. Hayley has one of Tanner’s hands between both of hers as she curls up, her head on his shoulder. Ángel drops an arm behind Tanner’s shoulders, tugging him close, stroking idly on his arm. Tanner breathes roughly, a low shudder as he exhales.

“I’m not going to sleep,” Tanner says, and Ángel huffs.

“Didn’t think you would.”

“Has this happened before?” Hayley asks, and Tanner flinches.

“Not exactly,” Tanner tells her. He presses a kiss to her temple, closes his eyes. “When he was five—we were eleven—he fell during a seizure. It was the first one, and he’d actually just Emerged, and he loved the little bubbles. So he was sitting there playing with them, then his eyes just rolled back and he fell over and he clocked his head on the coffee table on his way down. Ángel screamed.”

“I did,” Ángel admits. “High-pitched, terrified, the whole thing. There was blood.”

“And we took Emerson to the hospital and we all stayed there,” Tanner says. Ángel moves his hand from arm to head, ruffling through Tanner’s hair, stroking soothingly. “He hasn’t had to go to the hospital since. We learned how to handle the seizures, and he’s been in a class with a special needs instructor who knows how to handle Talent that comes with medical emergencies. When he was really little, he sometimes had ten seizures a day. Then it was more like ten a week, and it’s been getting better. Everything’s been good until recently.”

“I thought Emerson was all excited about how this year was going,” Ángel asks. “Going to high school next year. Having everything under control. Being mainstreamed.”

“He was.” Tanner presses his lips together, glances at where his mother is having a low conversation with Joey and Papi. “It’s just been the past month, so it could be the holidays. All the excitement getting to him. We don’t know. But there have been more bubbles, brighter colors. It’s been pure response to his emotions.”

“Or it could be puberty,” Ángel mutters dryly, remembering all too well how out of control his magic got at that age.

“Exactly.” Tanner twists his free hand in his jeans, and Ángel grabs it, holding on.

Ángel doesn’t know what else to say, and Hayley is quiet, too. They aren’t going to sleep; Ángel’s nerves feel like his skin is on fire. He’s jumping, but struggling to sit still. To be quiet and be what Tanner needs.

They just sit for a long time, periodically shifting position, while the crowds of the hospital move around them. Since Emerson has been admitted, they aren’t in the emergency room, but rather waiting outside one of the wards. Papi eventually convinces Mary to walk with him and Joey to get something to eat, and Ángel untangles himself long enough to look at his watch.

Shit.

He puts a hand on Tanner’s shoulder, leans in to whisper, “I need to go tell Luca not to pick me up for work.”

“You should go,” Tanner says quietly, his hand touching Ángel’s. “I’ll be fine.”

“Hah. Yeah, no.” Ángel leans in, presses a light kiss to Tanner’s temple. “Love you, dude. Hayley, take care of him, I’ll be right back.”

Ángel makes his way to the nearest exits, stands right outside the door as he sends a text to the group chat the Mollicones dragged him into.

Emerson’s in the hospital. I’m not at home.

Gabi texts back first: What happened?

Ángel doesn’t know exactly what to say, does his best to outline the events without going into details they don’t need. In the end, Maritsa, Luca, and Gabi all weigh in with their concerns and well wishes.

I’ll tell Tony, don’t worry about anything, Gabi sends, and Ángel looks at the phone, knowing that Tony’s a part of this chat and should see it on his own.

Unless he’s not looking at his phone, which… right, he had a date. Never mind.

Ángel, go back to Tanner, because I’m betting you’re either not with him or ignoring him, Gabi sends. We’ll take care of everything.

Thanks. He doesn’t have more words than that, and he’s pretty sure a simple thank you isn’t enough in the long run. But it’s also all he’s got.

He tucks his phone back in his pocket, crosses his arms and folds his hands under his armpits. It isn’t cold out, but Ángel’s still shivering, a core-deep shudder that rolls through him, doesn’t seem to want to leave.

He shouldn’t stay out here. He should go back inside with Hayley and Tanner and their parents, but… he doesn’t think he can. Not now. Not yet. Not when he has no idea what’s happening and it’s just hitting him that maybe Emerson’s Talent isn’t meaningless. Maybe this is going to be a problem. Maybe it can’t be fixed.

And Ángel doesn’t know what to do with that. Magic’s been his life since he was born, and it’s always been benign. Even Emerson’s seizures have become a part of the background noise, just a fact of life. There, annoying, potentially dangerous but not actually life threatening. Until now.

He pulls his phone out long enough to send a text to Tanner and Hayley, letting them know that he’s outside, that he’ll be back soon. Then he puts the phone away again, leans back against the wall, and closes his eyes. He tries to wrap his arms around himself, tries to hold himself together, because this is just too fucked up to deal with.

And the fact that he’s not with Tanner helping him only makes him feel worse.

He doesn’t doze, he swears he doesn’t, but there are arms wrapped around him, a nose pressed to the hollow of his throat, and a body close and warm. His holds on automatically as his eyes flicker open, hair tickling his nose as Maritsa burrows closer. As he comes away from the wall, there’s another body behind him, the tall flat planes of Luca hauling him back, holding onto both him and Maritsa at the same time.

“What…?”

Luca rubs his cheek against Ángel’s head. “You reek,” he says by way of explanation. “We could smell you from the parking lot.”

Cleto holds up a box in one hand, and a pitcher in the other. “I’m not here to snuggle,” he says dryly. “I have breakfast. Where’s the waiting room?”

Ángel flicks his tongue over his lips, mouth to dry for words. “You came—”

“Because that’s what friends do.” Maritsa smacks his shoulder. “Catch up and take us inside. Unless you want Cleto to give up and drink all the good coffee before your family gets it.”

Luca keeps an arm across Ángel’s shoulder, and Maritsa refuses to let go of his hand. Cleto trails after them as Ángel maneuvers back through the halls to the waiting room.

Hayley lies across two chairs, her head pillowed in Tanner’s lap. Tanner idly combs through her hair, his expression soft as he stares down at her.

Luca coughs, and Ángel calls out softly, “Hey, Tanner. We’ve got food.”

“And coffee.” Cleto pulls one of the low tables closer, clears it of magazines before he sets down what he’s carrying. “It’s junk food. Pure sugar, which we figured you might need right now after an all-nighter. We can go get you some egg sandwiches or something if that’d help.”

“No, this is good.” Tanner leans forward, Hayley shifting and stretching as she wakes up from the movement. “You didn’t have to.”

“Gabi adopted Ángel, and you’re Ángel’s, so yes, we did,” Luca said, as if he hasn’t done any adopting of his own. His arm still rests on Ángel’s shoulders, fingers tight against his shoulder, and Ángel welcomes the pressure.

“Thank you.” Hayley pushes her hair out of her face, the ponytail long lost after the night. Cleto sits on her other side, pours coffee into a paper cup and hands it to her. She takes it silently, cradles it in her hand and inhales the scent for a long time before taking a sip.

“Where is he?” Maritsa asks, and Ángel realizes that he’s never actually asked that question. They’ve been in the waiting room so long, he doesn’t know if any of these doors are standing between them and Emerson.

Tanner gestures, and Maritsa’s nostrils flare. She heads directly to one of the doors Tanner indicated and leans against it, fingers splayed against the wood, head close. She inhales roughly enough for Ángel to see the movement of her shoulders, even from a distance.

“No.” A nurse intervenes, pushes her hand between Maritsa and the door. She wedges in close enough to be chest to chest with Maritsa, bodily pushing her away from the door. By the time she’s done, Maritsa has taken a step back and the nurse’s hand is the one on the door, fingers spread.

A low growl rises; Ángel feels a pricking down the back of his neck.

“Maritsa,” Cleto says in a normal tone of voice, as if nothing’s wrong.

“Go,” the nurse says, and her gaze flicks over at them. Ángel recognizes her then—she’s part of the Cuban community, and a Mage as well. He can’t remember her name, but he knows that he once babysat for her kids who are around Emerson’s age.

“We’re here with our family,” Maritsa snarls.

The nurse laughs sharply. “Your kind can’t help him. He needs to be surrounded by good magic. Positive magic. Something to stabilize his Talent. He’ll heal better without you here.”

“This is none of your business,” Maritsa tells her, and the nurse takes a step forward.

“I’m the head nurse on this ward, and yes, it is my business,” the nurse hisses. “You don’t belong here.”

“Lira?” Papi walks back in, a few feet ahead of Mary and Joey, Abuela not far behind them. “Lira what are you doing?”

Lira straightens, keeps her hand where it is, blocking Maritsa’s access to the door. “Taking care of your young friend, Marcos.”

“Maritsa, Cleto, and Luca brought breakfast,” Ángel says, and attention shifts to the chairs where Cleto still sits with Hayley and Tanner, and Luca sprawls on his own, long legs stretched out.

Luca waves, wiggling his fingers, then gestures at the food on the table. “Have a snack,” he offers. “Maybe your blood sugar’s low.”

Hayley stifles a giggle. Maritsa drops her hand, backs away slowly from where Lira stands in front of the door. She walks deliberately to Cleto, drops into his lap.

“Eat,” Cleto offers, and Papi walks over to take one of the pastries.

Abuela takes the seat next to Luca, pulls the box closer. “I never could dislike someone who brought me sweets,” she says.

There’s still tension in the room, despite the way everyone moves carefully into calm, quiet, apparently relaxed positions. Abuela chats quietly with Luca, while Mary asks Lira for a status on Emerson.

When Lira opens the door to Emerson’s room, Mary slips inside with her, while Joey watches. Ángel picks the chair next to his stepmother, takes her hand as he settles into it and squeezes gently. She glances over at him, and he does his best to smile. “It’s going to be okay,” he lies, and she nods like she believes him.

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resilientreader · 5 years

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1-98 for asks like we did a million years ago, I dare you

i knew the MOMENT i saw the notif in my inbox that it was gonna be YOU pulling this shit and i crossed my fingers when actually clicking, HOPING i wouldnt have to answer all 98, maybe you’ll be tame this time, but no! this is what you’re doing to me. and ykno what, Fine. u dare me and i Will do it. i hope u rb the asks post so i can do it to u too, tho

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. that smart student who always read instead of actually paying attention

5. soda from glass cups is the best

6. its hard to just Decide between all these styles so ill say which one applies to mine most, which i Gotta say has to b preppy even if i want like goth or grunge to b mixed in

7. headphones

8. good omens, fmab, castlevania, uhhhh. those are just the ones ive watched so far this summer

9. my grandparents’ home. which is kinda weird but i have a lot of summer memories there

10. i sucked at like Everything in p.e., there Was no best

11. leftovers

12. i cant choose a favorite playlist?? /some/ of them, tho, are soar my ethereal heart, neither here nor there, mountainside storms, and sync of my heartbeat. so like any of my more recent ones

13. lanyard

14. i had to google a list for this bc honestly i always eat just chocolates but i like starburst

15. fahrenheit 451 was a rly fun read. ray bradbury’s writing gave me inspo for metaphors and writing and such and it was rly nice

16. sprawled across one of those comfy armchairs where i can swing my legs over one arm n lay my head on the other one

17. my black converse

18. cool temperature and rain without storms, or a cloudy day that lets me take a nice walk

19. on my side if i can but on my back otherwise

20. on my laptop, in google docs, to be more specific

21. winnie the pooh

22. idk?? i try not to look to just one person for a source of “this is how i should be”, so i guess,,,, a mix of family members and then a couple like more famous ppl??? which would basically consist of one of my aunts, my dad, and jenna marbles, to keep my Brain Process for role model stuff simplified

23. i dunno if any of the habits i have are strange?? i bounce my right leg and my right hand kinda. like. shakes when im nervous. i cant rly think of anything else i do tho i Know i probably have other habits

24. amethyst or pyrite

25. ur really just assuming my memory is good enough for this but if i had to say, it’d be any popular song from 2009 specifically

26. hide in my room with a fan and ac

27. read with a blanket wrapped around me or smth

28. atlas: six by sleeping at last, flaws by bastille, atlas: five by sleeping at last, she by dodie, and neptune by sleeping at last. there are probably more/better ones but those are the first ones i found

29. listen. be open with me. talk with me. not to sound like that person, but sharing ur life secrets is a rly big ice breaker for me because it helps let me know i can trust u. but also idk im a really awkward person and can accidentally distance myself from ppl so when ppl notice theres smth up w me or even do the bare minimum of doing Their part to maintain a friendship, that’s always rad as shit when idk how to communicate what i need

30. my room, my high school’s auditorium, the local barnes and noble

31. black boots, black jeans, any button-up shirt that’ll match that combination OR a really cool sweatshirt

32. im a bad bitch, you cant kill me. road work ahead? uh, i sure hope it does. it is wednesday, my dudes! welcome to chili’s. i love you, bitch, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitch.

33. probably “omg” or “oh my god”

34. sc johnson. a family company.

35. i dont even have one but on a good night like 10-11

36. the troll face memes

37. suitcases feel much more organized

38. lemonade

39. lemon cake

40. ummmmm....one time a tech/theatre kid left a paint can sitting out in the open accidentally and a person took a shit in it or smth then knocked over the can, spilled a bunch of paint, and tried to clean it up w a broom and proceeded to like snap the broom in half. then they ran away to leave the kids to clean it up the next day. i wasnt actually there for that but ive heard the story firsthand enough times to Know

41. my dad

42. jacket pockets

43. hoodie is what i wear, tho everything else is Very Good

44. lavender

45. fantasy, my dudes

46. this set of pjs i got for xmas w a soft tshirt and matching baggy flannel pants

47. colby jack

48. uhhh a banana?? i could probably give a better answer if i was more

49. i dont rly live by a quote or saying, i just Go for it

50. my sister has probably done smth before to like Break me

51. everything ever but mostly myself

52. arial

53. uhhh...kinda worn? my nails aren’t doin so good and i have a couple scratches and stuff that Still havent healed after a few weeks

54. get a move on

55. the ugly duckling

56. tradition is kinda vague but i like that it became tradition for me and my siblings to go to my grandparents’ home every summer

57. i think im still overcoming like everything ive been faced with ever

58. writing? listening, helping, giving advice. idk tbh like talents who?

59. "jesus christ, my dude”

60. a fantasy/comedy, or at least if its gonna be fantasy with death and stuff, it should be dope as fuck

61. "isn’t vulnerability the opposite of being in control?” from a webcomic called aerial magic. super simple but the entire scene leading up to it,,,,,so good

62. umm fuck! i dont kno whether favs r usually ones that i relate to or ones that i wanna b like but??? keith from voltron, jirou from bnha, chromedome and/or rewind from transformers/mtmte, sypha from castlevania, and jayfeather from warriors

63. planetary (go!) by mcr, the seed by aurora, hayloft by mother mother, the cup/halloween blues from relient k, choke by i dont know how but they found me

64. coolmath was THE shit

65. yes! two on my leg from a surgery i had to get to realign my femur, bc i snapped the bone in half

66. lavender, snowdrops, hibiscus

67. i dont really have any, mostly bc i have a hard time attaching like. That sorta meaning to just random objects, but i do still have a small teddy bear stashed safely away in my room from when i was a little babee

68. pickle-flavored pringles. disgusting. would not recommend

69. lions’ roars can be heard up to 5 miles away from the original source

70. right handed

71. horizontal stripes, i guess? there’s not much wrong with them but i just Never wear them

72. math

73. i dont usually eat /weird/ flavor combos, even tho ill eat basically anything, but i like ketchup in mac and cheese sometimes. or fries in shakes. chicken and waffles. stuff like that

74. 11

75. idek honestly, my memory is too bad

76. hashbrowns

77. i dont kno a Lot of plants off the top of my head other than the Basic ones but literally any flower in a windowsill is like bone apple teeth in my mind

78. sushi from a grocery store. publix taught me that grocery stores can, in fact, be trusted when needed

79. my school id photo

80. earth tones

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. writing

84. talk radio is nostalgic but podcasts are always more entertaining to actually listen to

84. polly pocket

85. mythology with a dash of fairytales

86. cupcakes, because of my dog’s name

87. abandonment

88. to grow unbreakable attachments with everyone i care very deeply about and grow into an old age with them, or something

89. i feel like answering this question totally honestly would hurt ppl’s feelings, but also i literally could think of like 4 people to put down for this and i’m bad at deciding, esp w smth like this, so. not to b vague but These People kno who they are

90. becoming a part of a certain website with a bad crowd and managing to pick out the good apples in such a rotten batch

91. boxes

92. lamps /and/ fairy lights

93. i dont rly have any but my parents call me hannah banana. that’s ab it, tho

94. fall/winter? it kinda is inconsistent because fall has bad weather in florida but winter is when like everything has Gone Wrong in life these past few years, but then fall has such a GOOD aesthetic and my birthday is in winter, so they’re pretty even rn

95. uhhh??? thats such a weird thing, to try and assign a “favorite” app, but the only thing i could think to say would be spotify just bc i use it so much on my phone, even if the app itself isnt the greatest

96. i havent set one, actually, bc im lazy and havent found anything that’d fit

97. 2 and a half

98. the part where fish were learning that they could walk on land

#asks #resilientspeaker #trying to put this under read more #but either tumblr doesnt let asks to do that or its not showing me anything #either way if this Does show to b a long post sorry ab that

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skiasurveys · 7 years

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old myspace surveyyy

1. Last beverage: Iced tea

2. Last phone call: My mom i believe

3. Last song you listened to: Closer- the chainsmokers ft halsey

4. Last time you cried: today

5. Have you dated someone twice: kind of. my current boyfriend and i dated before but it was only like 2 weeks and then we didnt date again til 5 months later, and now were still together which has been 15 months. i dont really consider he first time an actual relationship lmao

6. Have you ever been cheated on: Not that I am aware of.

7. Kissed someone & regretted it: eh, my first kiss was awful

8. Have you lost someone special: yeah my dad died.

9. What are your three favorite colors: lilac, cyan, pink

10. Met someone who changed you in the past month: not in the past month

11. Kissed anyone on your friends list: yeah

12. How many kids do you want: none.

13. Do you want any pets: i have two cats

14. Do you want to change your name: yeah i do

15. What did you do for your last birthday: Had dinner with my boyfriends parents, then had a small party with a few friends and my boyfriend, but that was it. Wasnt so lit.

16. What time did you wake up today: i woke up at 10 am i think

17. Name something you CANNOT wait for: to finally move out

18. Last time you saw your mother: um. like 10 minutes ago lol

19. Most visited webpage: youtube

20. Nicknames: Jen, Babygirl, i dont really have nicknames that much

21. Relationship status: Taken

22. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

23. Male or female: female

24. Height: 5′1

25. Do you have a crush on someone: my boyfriend

26. Piercings: I got my ears pierced when i was 18 but i took it out apparently too soon and they shut. I am going to get them redone but im just lazy

27. Tattoos: none as of now

28. Strong or Weak: physically or emotionally..haha..

FIRSTS

29. First surgery: wisdom teeth

30. First best friend: Eric or Reis

31. First sport you joined: softball when i was 7/8

32. First vacation: British columbia when i was 4/5

33. First school: Joseph welsh

34. First pair of trainers: If trainers you mean shoes but in a british lingo..uhh i dont know. DC shoes? those ugly fat skater shoes.

WHICH IS BETTER

35. Lips or eyes: eyes

36. Hugs or kisses: honestly both, but idk it depends. sometimes i love hugs because i like feeling him hold me and against me , but kisses are so sweet

37. Shorter or taller: taller

38. Older or younger: older

39. Romantic or spontaneous: both

40. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive.

41. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.

42. Shy or outgoing: a bit of both. im really outgoing so in a relationship it doesnt matter for me. but i dont really like people who cant make conversations at all..

HAVE YOU EVER

43. Kissed a stranger: I dont think so.

44. Gotten a speeding ticket: No

45. Lost glasses/contacts: i dont wear glasses or contacts

46. Sex on first date: nope. but oral sex yeah.

47. Broken someone’s heart: i have but whatever.

48. Been arrested: No

49. Have you turned someone down: yeah but thats cause this dude wouldnt stop trying to date me and the funny part is he didnt even live in the same fucking city as me so idk why he kept trying so hard. I also had a dude back in highschool who i still chat with try to date me but ive turned him down couple of times but he knows now.

50. Fallen for a friend: not really.

51. Moved out of town: no

BELIEVE IN

52. Miracles: ehhh

53. Love at first sight: no. but i mean i know when i first met my boyfriend i was like oh hell yeah. but its not love.

54. Heaven: yeah

55. Santa Claus: no and never have.

56. Kiss on the first date: sure. ive done it. idk how you cant believe in a kiss?? lmao

57. Angels: yeah

58. Yourself: no

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

59. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: no.

60. Been in love with someone you couldn’t be with?: yeah but not “in love”.

61. Ever cheated on somebody: No i am not a cunt.

62. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: i would love to relive my first date with Connor, i dont know why. i wouldnt change anything but that day was really awesome.

63. Are you afraid of falling in love: No.

64. Was your last relationship a mistake? well i guess, since i am in a different one right? it wasnt a mistake per-say but he was a waste of time.

65. Do you miss your last relationship? god no.

66. Who did you last say “i love you” to?

connor, the other day <3

67. Have you ever been depressed? yeah i have depression.

68. Are you insecure? yeah but im getting better.

69. How do you want to die? in my bed, while asleep.

70. Do you bite your nails? lol i am currently.

71. When was your last physical fight? Ive never really had one.

72. Do you have an attitude? yeah. i can have one.

73. Twirl or cut your spaghetti? twirl if i ever eat it. i hate spaghetti. Connor loves it though..

74. Do you tan a lot? eh no

75. Ever eaten food in a car while someone or you are driving? yeah usually while on a trip

76. Ever made out in a bathroom? yeah.

77. Would you take any of your exes back? Not at all! Barf.

78. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? depends on the time.

79. What are your plans for this weekend? it is the weekend currently, nothing is planned.

80. Do you type fast? yeah

81. Can you spell well? i think i do.

82: What are you craving right now? nothing actually.

83. Have you ever been on a horse? yeah a few times.

84. Would you live with someone without marrying them? yeah my boyfriend lmao

85. What’s irritating you right now? my dry skin atm.

86. Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? yeah.

87. Does somebody love you? yeah my man does. lmao

88. Have you ever changed clothes in a car? a few times

89. Milk chocolate or white chocolate? milk. white chocolate is nasty

90. Do you have trust issues? i kind of do.

91. Longest relationship? my one i am in currently which so far is a one year and 3 months

92: Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? i am sure he thinks about me every so often, i mean i sometimes think about them for no reason and not the “i miss you” thinking just like something reminds me of them or whatver. Im sure they think of me sometime. i dont really care lol

93. Have you ever walked outside in your PJs? yah lol

94. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? no

95. Did you have dream last night? yeah i dont remember it anymore

96. Have you ever been out of state? yeah

97. Do you play the Wii? eh not anymore. i dont like the wii or the wii u, i tried to like the nintendo products but i am more into Playstation ;)

98. Do you like Chinese food? i do

99. Are you afraid of the dark? sometimes

100. Is cheating ever okay? No.

101. What year has been your best? 2015 so far and 2016 wasnt really so bad.

102. Do you believe in true love? yeah i guess

103. Favorite weather? fall weather. where its warm but kind of cloudy, where you can wear whatever you want and you wont be too cold or too warm.

104. Do you like the snow? NO

105. Do you like the outside? yeah i do.

106. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? yeah i like when connor does

107. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? yes

108. What makes you happy? cats

109. Ever been to Alaska? no

110. Ever been to Hawaii? no

111. Do you watch the news? usually like to keep an eye on whats happening with the world. like now.

112. Do you love MTV? no

113. Do you like subway? yeah but its not my fav anymore. but i do crave it randomly

114 Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? no lol were dating.

115. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? well my best friend of the opposite sex is my boyfriend..so...

116. Why did you decide to do this quiz? im bored

117. Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them? yeah actually one time my mom and i were shopping and we saw this crazy lady that we know. and so we kept avoiding here while we were grocery shopping and we actually got away lol thank god. she is so annoying. When my dad died she told my mom she had to get rid of his pictures. like mcfuck off.

118. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? yeah a few

119. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? connor

120. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Jennifer

121. Ever bought condoms? no. we dont use condoms

122. Ever gotten pregnant? No. thank god

123. Have you ever slipped on ice? im sure

124 Have you ever missed the bus? yeah

125. Have you left the house without money? i have once. i was working too and on my break i was heading to get food and then i realized i forgot my wallet. -___-

126. Have you ever smoked cigarettes? no. just weed.

127. Have you ever smoked a cigar? no

128. Did you ever drink alcohol? yeah of course.

129. Did you ever watch “The Breakfast Club”? yes. one of my favs

130. Have you ever been overweight? last year i went on medication that made me gain 20 pounds, but i lost all that weight now thank god. I wasnt over weight but i was kind of chubby. Im back to my skinny-self thank god!

131. Ever been to a wedding? yeah

132. Ever been in a wedding? yeah my cousin got married in 2013 and asked my sister and i to be apart of it. worst idea ever. We werent really apart of it. she had her friends in it and my sister and i were just kind of the side bridemaids..yah weird.

133. Have you ever been on the computer for 5 hours straight? yeah back when i didnt have an ipad or iphone.

134. Did you ever watch TV for 5 hours straight? i sometimes binge netflix when im with my boyfriend

135. Ever kissed in the rain? no

136. Did you ever shower with someone else? yeah i have with my boyfriend. it was really intimate lol

137. Did you ever fail a driver’s test? i have only ever failed the written exam where they ask you all that stupid shit and you have to remember speed and signs. but my actualy drivig test, i passed first try!

138. Ever been outside your home country? yeah to canada

139. Ever been on a road trip longer than 5 hours? yeah we used to drive to vancouver or south BC which would take 13 hours.

140. Ever been to a professional sports game? NO

141. Have you ever broken a bone? no surprisingly i havent. even though i got hit by a car..

142. Did you ever win a trophy in your life? no :(

143. Ever get engaged? no

144. Have you ever been on a diet? kind of.

145. Have you ever been on TV? kind of. not really.

146. Ever ridden in a taxi? yeah. with my boyfriend, its really awkward and weird...

147. Ever been to prom? we dont have prom here in canada but we do get dressed up in nice dresses and have dinner and a dance, but not prom. But yeah i did go.

148. Ever stayed up for 24 hours or more? yeah i think 2 days

149 Have you ever been to a concert? yeah. my first was...Jonas brothers...BARFFF. thanks 12 year old me -.-

150. Have you ever had a crush on someone at work? i did have a little crush on the security guard. but not a big crush.

151. Have you ever been in a car accident? i got hit by a car

152. Ever had braces? yeah from 12-14. (gr.6-8)

153. Did you ever learn another language? i tried french. but i cant speak it. i gave up. I wish i could learn something different.

154. Do you wear make-up? yeah.

155. Did you ever have your wisdom teeth taken out? yeah when i was 18 i got put completely out and had surgery to get them out.

156. Did you ever kiss someone a different race than yourself? yeah.

157. Ever dyed your hair? yeah ive dyed it reddish, darker brown, fire ombre (look it up it was awesome), blonde, ash blonde, blonde with purple tips and then now i just dyed it back to brown which is its natural colour. i like it blonde but im starting to like it back at its natural state.

158. Did you ever wear someone else’s clothes? yeah ive worn my sisters clothes

159. Ever ridden in an ambulance? no

160. Ever ridden in a helicopter? no

161. Ever caught the stove on fire? no

162. Ever meet someone famous? no

163. Ever been on an airplane? yeah i was only on a plane from here (canada) to california and back. but thats it. my first time it was really nerve-racking, but on the way back it was chill. i dont like being that high up lol

164. Ever been on a boat? yeah a few times. its kay

165. Ever broken something expensive? no

166. Did you ever kiss someone before you were 14? no. my first actual kiss wasnt til i was 18..lol

167. Did you ever find something valuable on the ground? yeah my fucking life.

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Texts Between Strangers

Note: female/woman ‘reader’

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Hey, it was really nice meeting you last night. Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow? This is Cisco btw.

The text pops up on your phone screen as you're scrolling through social media. You've been lounging in bed on this rainy Saturday morning planning on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day but binge watch The Walking Dead and order thai take out later. You just stare at the text for a minute, blinking.

You definitely didn't give your number to anyone last night because all you did yesterday was pull a double shift at Jitters because they've been short staffed lately. A long day at work usually left you looking a bit wrecked so you're damn sure there wasn't anyone slipping their digits your way either.

This person has the wrong number.

You frown a little bit for them because you wonder if the wrong number was intentional. You've had to give a creepy dude the wrong number on purpose before just so he'd leave you alone. You finally reply after another minute.

Hi I didn't give my number to anyone. Sorry dude, they gave you a wrong number.

You figure that will be the end of that and roll out of bed only to shuffle your way to your comfy couch for some TV time. The notification on your cell pings again and you glance at it, brows raising when you see it's wrong number guy.

For real? This isn't [Girl's Name]? And you weren't at Stanley's Bar last night?

You've actually been to Stanley's a lot over the past couple years since you moved to Central City but last night was not one of them.

My name is definitely not [Girl's Name] and even though I love Stanley's for the sole fact drunk me can make peanut shell confetti rain everywhere during karaoke and not get in trouble, I for real wasn't there last night.

You felt like you were a tad on the sassy side with that text but he was a stranger who apparently one girl had already blown off so you figured he must not be worth much niceties anyways. You were always for girl power so even though you had no idea who [Girl's Name] was, you were going to go with her assessment of wrong number guy, what'd he say his name was? You scrolled up in the message feed, ah—Cisco.

Best peanuts in CC, read his next text which came with a peanut and praise hands emojis.

You laughed and said aloud “Agreed.” as you typed the same reply.

You're flicking through saved episodes of Walking Dead on your DVR, trying to find where you left off when another text comes through. You already have a suspicion its him again before even looking.

I must have heard her say the wrong numbers, it was so loud in there last night :(

Your brow furrows at this one. You remember why you avoid Stanley's on Friday nights. It's usually two for ones and they aways try to get local rock bands to come play. It tends to get too crowded, too hot and yes—too noisy, in there. You read over the text again and find yourself frowning along with his sad emoji.

Next time, you gotta just hand her your phone. No mistakes can be made then. Unless you have an embarassing wallpaper.

His reply is immediate, Pfft no way. It's followed by a screenshot of his actual phone background and a typed No shame along with it.

You're not sure if its a Harry Potter lightning bolt or a reference to Central City's local hero, The Flash. Either way, you're impressed. Wizards or Superheros, a cute guy could totally score your number if you peeped that wallpaper on his phone. Well, the jury is still out on if this guy is cute, you think.

You're right, that is legit. Maybe you did just hear the numbers wrong.

Of course I did. You make it sound like something else. You can't tell if his text was meant to sound cocky or confused.

You bite your lip and reply. Well...

??? is shot back instantly and you sigh.

You decide to just keep it real with him. Guys tend to be overbearing when picking up women. You sure you weren't reading her wrong?

I happen to read people's vibes quite accuratley. She totally was feelin all of this. There's even a smirking emoji.

Alight, cocky it is. You laugh and decide to challenge it. All of what? You send the eyes emoji along with it and wait patiently for him to chicken out.

That's when he sends a picture. Your phone drops into your lap and your mouth hangs open.

It's him.

It's the Jitters customer you've been crushing on for the past year. And that's his name? Cisco?Everytime he places an order to go he always thinks it's hilarious to use the name of a famous fictional character. You've been trying to psych yourself up for months just to work up the courage to ask him for his name and maybe out on a date.

Your mind races with all the daydreams and fantasies you've had starring him. They range from adorable ones where you accidentally bump into him, coffee spilling all over him and you both blushing profusely while you attempt to clean him up; to downright explicit ones where you're the only one on closing shift and he's the last customer so you lock the doors and ravish him right there in one of the plush accent chairs.

You take a smooth five minutes to freak the hell out.

What finally pulls you away from your panic is the muffled sound of your cellphone. You hurridely dig it out from the depths of the couch.

You pass out from all the hotness huh? Lol

You just stare at the message. All language escaping you in that moment. You hadn't attempted flirting since coming to live in Central City. You left a pretty toxic relationship behind and wanted a fresh start. You had spent the past couple years focusing on finishing your MA but now that graduation was right around the corner, you suppose you could actually start dabbling in that real life stuff again. How many hours had you spent making unrequeited heart eyes at a stranger in a coffee shop? You weren't too sure about the mechanics of fate and destiny or whatever.

“Of all the wrong numbers in all the towns in all the world he texts mine,” You blink, “Err, or something like that.” You say to your phone.

You're startled out of your dramatic monologue by another text from Cisco. My self confidence is increasingly deflating :|

Crap. You realize you haven't sent anything back to him in fifteen minutes. You just type fast and without much thought because you're scared if you think too hard on it you'll back out. Being behind a screen is supposed to make people a little more fearless, right?

Haha no it shouldn't. Its just that I've actually seen that handsome face before. :)

“That's only mildy creepy.” You say to yourself upon rereading your message.

That's... not creepy at all. Is his response, follwed by a How?

Well, we do live in the same city and I work at a popular hang out. You decide to tease him.

Oh, are you that redhead from Big Belly Burger? I told you the offer was flattering but I don't date high schoolers.

You have a good laugh at that before replying, Um, not a BBB employee or a high schooler. I assure you, you're texting a grown woman.

Oh yeah? A grown woman who can do whatever she wants? ;)

You think there's a Beyonce reference in there. Yes is your simple reply.

Idk. I could be getting catfished rn.

You scoff at that. If anyone could be getting catfished, it's me. You texted first.

True, but I genuinely did think you were someone else.

It's followed by another text. Hold up. On reinspection, I've actually have been incredibly generous. Ive given you my name, wallpaper AND my picture. The only thing I know is one place you don't work and that you're karaoke friendly. I think you have to pay some dues miss.

You scoff for a second but then realize you have withheld more than what he's given up in this conversation. You're nervous as you type back, What do you want?

Simple. Even trade. Name, wallpaper, and picture. Gimme.

Another text bubble appears, Please :D

You text him your name and hold your breath wondering if it will spark any memory. You have taken his order countless times at Jitters.

:D One down, two to go!

You sigh and nervously smile to yourself. You snap a screenshot of your phone background, which is just a quote thats partially obscured by your apps. You picked it to ground yourself, to make you never forget your self worth again. You haven't changed it since you moved to Central City. It simply reads 'I am too full of life to be half loved.' You send it on it's way and then go scrolling through your recent selfies to find a picture of yourself looking somewhat decent.

That's some sage advice. You should send me the actual pic so I can pin that to my quotes board on pinterest :)

You smile while sending over the original for him.

Thanks! Now last but not least...

You've picked a picture you took right before going out to a show a couple of weeks ago. You felt confident that night because of your new show stopping outfit and the fact that your hair did absolutely what you wanted it to do. You held your breath as you sent the picture, knowing that for sure he'd have to know who you were. The awkward, babbling barrista that often times tripped over her own two feet.

A minute went by without a reponse. Your nerves were catapulting all over the place while you just sat there and stared at your phone.

Finally a new message notification pinged and you swallowed hard as you opened it. Then, your heart stopped for a second.

Its you. The text simply reads.

What's that supposed to mean? You think. Before you can form a reply, he's sent another text.

I mean, you work at Jitters. I've definitely seen that beautiful face before. :) He mimics your reply to him earlier.

You feel a blush blooming across your face along with what your sure is a goofy smile. Yeah, surprise haha

Would it be weird to say my original question still stands?

You blink in confusion. Excuse me?

It's just that, I've always thought you were cute and you laugh at all my made up names when I order. It's a beautiful laugh btw. You're mouth has dropped open and you just reread the message a few times and then reply.

Hold up. Why haven't you asked me out before?

I've um... had some bad luck in the past with Jitters barristas. Figured I'd steer clear for a while.

And now?

Well now fate has given me your number so I figure I should just go with it :D

You bite your lip to try and control the goofy smile that's forming. Lunch sounds great.

Your phone slips free of your graps and you look up to stare out the window. The sky is clear and bright.

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