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goatlottin · 4 months

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my winner

in which you surprise your winner after his match. in turn, he surprises you.

genre: fluff

a/n: this is actually so short i really thought i wrote sm more but!! i miss writing so hopefully this brings me back x enjoy!

inspired by rwmsdale

You texted Kylian around 7 to let him know you would probably come by. You unfortunately had piles of work to complete, and couldn't attend his home match today and instead chose to just wait for him until he got home.

You two didn't live together. Yet. Kylian died to have you be here all the time. He always felt happiest with you, and he believes he's the most entitled to absolutely all your spare time you have.

On the other hand, you sometimes enjoyed the quiet space of your home. And still wanted time to thing about it.

As you waited up for him, you had tried to fight the tiredness, but it got difficult and you ended up passing out on the couch. At least you could say you tried!

As predicted, Kylian ended up getting home just after 10.

His smile from ear to ear, his PSG tracksuit and small bag in hand. It was a sight to see. After the win, he thought he would come home to you, celebrate for a bit, then head to bed. To his dismay, you had done that last part without him.

He noticed the disorganized array of books and notebooks lying on the small lamp-side table. Likely your last minute studying you cramped in.

His smile faded as he opened the door to a fast asleep girlfriend that he assumed had been here waiting for him. As he shut the door behind him, you startled awake.

He couldn't pretend he wasn't just the tiniest bit happy about it. He knew he would now have that long awaited bit of time with you.

As you began to sit up, he quickly ushered towards you.

"It's okay baby, stay there." He kicked off his shoes as he placed his belongings on the couch adjacent to the one you resided on, opting for cleaning it tomorrow morning.

He found a position that was comfortable beside you while he placed an arm under your head, urging your head to tilt upwards to him. You both looked into each other's eyes. Him, into your sleep ones, you, to his glassy, brown ones.

You brought your hand up to touch his face. He leaned into your touch, and turned to kiss the inside of your palm. "What a lovely surprise to have the most beautiful girl cuddled up with me right now."

You blushed a rosy tone. You found you always had this rosy blush to you anyways. Given your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to turn you into mush.

"Had to be there for my winner." You replied, rubbing your right hand up and down his chest affectionately.

You moved your movements to his face, that was begging to be shaved. His face filled with small stubble.

"Did you enjoy the match?"

"I enjoyed your goal, of course. Fell asleep right after."

He threw his head bad lightly in a fit of laughter, grazing your cheek with the thumb of the hand that still had a grip on your face. "Nice goal though, hmm?"

"I mean, I guess so." You teased

He rolled his eyes, immediately understanding you were playing around "You guess'? What can I do better, coach?" Kylian's nose found his way to your neck, where he left small kisses.

"Well, I think you can try practicing more fre-" you were interrupted by a small love bites just right to your collarbone. "Stop! I can-" he continued his assault of kisses while you giggled.

You wrapped your hands around his neck while he lifted his head to reach your gaze once more.

"Should we order in? You must be hungry." you questioned. "Or shall I cook?" deep down, the two of you knew you were an awful chef. Not only were you terrible, but the food was actually sometimes inedible.

However, sometimes you loved being oblivious. Still offering the service to Kylian.

"Let's not waste ingredients, chérie. I'll grab my phone." Leaving one last kiss on your cheek, he jumped off the couch to locate his phone.

After you guys had finished eating, you sat beside each other at the coffee table. It was quiet, but you both sat there enjoying each other’s company, no words needing to be said.

Kylian sat his fork on the plate before stacking both his and yours. “Can I ask you something?” He suddenly turned to you.

“Anything.” Fixing your posture, you turned to face him.

“Why don’t you move in here?”

The question threw you off guard. You guys did talk about this before. But briefly. Ending on a “maybe when things are more serious” note. But that was almost a year ago. Needless to say, things were definitely more serious.

“I love having you here. You just being here after my match, to greet me, even though you were asleep! It felt so… natural. I want it like that everyday. I’m so in love with you, and I can’t help but feel I need to be with you all the time.

“Your books sprawled out like that? I want that for us. I want this to be a place you call home as well.”

You were in awe at his words. Knowing how passionate he was not just about you moving in but the overall relationship.

You were so, so incredibly lucky to have him.

He took ahold of both your hands once he saw your hesitance. Looking into your eyes with such pleading but proud eyes.

“I don’t know Ky. It’s a big step. Are you sure you always want me around?” You tried to make light of the serious situation by throwing in a joke. You were actually terrified for this step.

“I genuinely do not think that’s possible, hon. Like, at all, ever possible.”

“Okay, but what if you realize I’m too messy? Or what if family are over and I’m being overbearing? And some of the colours in this house are really..”

“Baby,” he interrupted with a breathy laugh. “I would love to have that mess here everyday. You’re part of my family, and you have my utmost permission to change whatever you would like in this house.” He brought one of your knuckles forward to leave it a kiss. “Please,”

You decided that these were just one of those things you knew in your chest. You trusted Kylian with everything in you. And wanted this change, you realized.

You nodded before he fell on top of you into a hug.

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bokunosoul · 1 year

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Yuno (Black Clover) x Reader

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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : f-ngering, m-sterbation, d-rty talk, b-ow job, cursing, hate sex, v-yeurism, s-xual assault on reader by an opponent, reader and yuno has some experience, aged up, public intercourse, d-flowering, rushed work etc.

Being part of the golden dawn and being part of nobility, you seemed like you have the best life ever. That means you have to make the best reputation out of yourself.

But you can't.

You endes up being compared by your family to yuno, your colleague. You hate to admit it but he's really good at doing those missions all by himself, no wonder he became a vice captain in such a young age.

He's also kinda.... goodlooking.

Now here you are trying to be composed infront of you captain along side with yuno receiving orders.

"Y/N, Yuno, you will be going to explore an dungeon and report back immidiately once you've completed this mission. You will be leaving early tomorrow. Get along well and make sure to rest."

The captain said and you both saluted to him. Once you got out of the door you glared at him and turned your back.

"What a snob!!!" bell, his sylph said and stick out her tongue behind your back.

"Stop it bell." Yuno said

You looked at him one last time, hw just stared plainly with those attractive eyes. Blushing in fury you just marched away and layed frustrated in your room. Why the fuck does he stare at me with those eyes? You can't help but to blush replaying what happened earlier.

The very next day you both set off to your mission. You both just rided your own brooms and it was very pleasing to watch the sun rise whilst you ride in the air.

You both arrived at the dungeons amd split off. Came across a bunch of opponents. But as always they were no match for you. You sighed as you thought things were over and you were about to call it a day.

You were suddenly taken aback by a man and you can't escape from his arms. You started attacking him one by one with your magic but still he doesn't budge.

A fucking diamond mage. This is bad.

"Get of me you pervert!" you shouted at the guy and he just gave off an disgusting smirk.

Disgusting!

"What's a pretty girl doing here alone in the dungeons? hmmm? "

"None. Of. Your. Fucking. Bussiness. "

i cursed and proceeded to struggle to get off him.

"You must want to know my name sweetie, the names Ragus. "

You started to tear up as he started to linger his hands to your thighs along to the part where your mother told you to save for your marriage.

"N-no, p-please. "

Everything came in so fast. The guys suddenly was thrown across the place, none other than yuno. He looked so enraged and shocked, even though your eyes were blurry from the tears you still saw it.

"I didn't asked for help. "

He came closer to you, taking off his robe and wrapping it around your waist. Your'e faced started turning red as he carried you in his arms bridal style.

" Put me down. "

" No. "

" I hate you. "

This man so frickin persistent, it was annoying. You just kinda stared at him for a while and gave in.

___

Now it's night fall at the moon shines brightly, and it was not safe to travel as some beasts and bandits rome this area. Yuno decided to cook a meal and you decides to go take a stroll to clear your mind.

Replaying on what happened earlier, you felt disgusted. That mans perverted touch, gaze still lingers on my skin.

Thankfully, you can hear there's a waterfall up ahead so you can go take a bath.

You were mesmerized by the scenery infront of you. A thousand stars can be seen, and the moon is so full up above.

' No one can should be looking right? '

You carefully slipped out your clothes and hopped onto the water. Leaving you naked in all of your glory. You dove upon the cold water and like any normal person would do in the bath.

Sighing you sat in a nearby boulder and dried off your body. You were frustrated, you embarassed yourself earlier infront of him.

The way he looked earlier.....

You started to feel hot as you imagined his look earlier. You can't think straight anymore whilst your breathe hitches and body heats up.

I moaned as i inserted one of my fingers inside my needy cunt, while your other hand massages your breasts.

"Ah~fuck~"

You imagine yourself getting fucked by him. His cock so deep in your needy hole as you moan in pleasure. You hate him, hate that he makes you feel this way.

All that pent up feeling all you do was just to do it solo by yourself. Your parents conservativeness, heavy burden, past relationships and stress makes you feel dry.

"Hah~ yuno~ oh fuck yes!"

"Oh~shit!"

"Yes! ~yes!~yes! "

Now here you are desperately pumping your fingers back in fourth in your slit making vulgar noises, thinking of the hot mage. Causing you to come all over the place.

'Fuck i made a mess.'

You suddenly heard a rustling noise in the bushed. You hurriedly covered yourself with your clothes.

"WHO'S THAT!?"

I heaved an sigh of relief as the figure appears to be an deer. You decided to just get cleaned and dressed and head back to him.

"I'm back."

You said and sat in the ground infront of the bonfire. You can't see his face but it looks like that he is eating.

It's been 30 minutes and he still hasn't talked nor faced me. He just sat down facing the other way round.

Weird. He normally would discuss about what will we report about to captain....

"Yuno?"

You asked as you walked towards him. His face seemed red and he looks so flustered.

' does he have a fever? '

You nervously put your palms on his forehead to confirm. Your eyes widened as he suddenly pinned you to a wall.

'W-what the fuck?'

He stared at you like a hungry wolf who targeted it's prey. Meanwhile you just stood there shock.

"You have much courage doing that in public, Y/N."

Yuno whispered onto your ear, making you instantly blush in embarassment. He saw that. HE FUCKING DID!??!

You looked away and shut your eyes tight. His hot breathe just hitched right at your neck.

" such a slut, moaning my nme like that. "

" HAH, you must be imagining things you perverted freak! "

You lied, facing him red. He smirked.

"I saw that, clearly Y/N, clearly. " yuno said firmly wrapping his arms on my waist.

" S-so? it's not like i like you or something. D-dumbass. " i stuttered and pushed him away, lightly.

" spit it out. "

"What? "

"I know you like me. "

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"N-no? "

He frowned and stopped, he started to walk away. You can't help but to feel frustrated.

"That's why i hate you. "

He stopped walking and slammed you hard against the tree.

"Really? you hate me that much huh? I will prove it to you that i am better than that." he replied smugly

"Then you have my consent, bastard. "

You smirked as your faces become closer and our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together and our tongues battle in dominance.

It's the first time she ever felt like this.

He suddenly stopped.

"Before we do anything, do i have your consent? "

"Yes, just fucking take me. "

His hands pressed under her shirt, quick to shove aside my bra. My voluptous breasts spilled out and his impatient lips hungrily sucked it off.

"Oh~ah shit!" you can't help but to moan in his touch.

He paused and threw your robe and bra on the ground. He goes down and down and down towards you legs as he carefully caresses, his hot breath along my thighs.

You gulped as you watch him lift your skirt revealing your thong. You feel embarassed as he stared at it for a few moments and take off your skirt along with thongs. Leaving you naked only for his eyes.

" so beautiful. " he whispered.

That was the last straw.

You straddled him, caughting him off guard as you lean in for a kiss.

"Where's all that courage coming from? "

"Shut up. "

My hands fumbled upon his trousers and onto his underwear revealing his erection. You blushed, since it was your first time seeing a man's part like that. You only see it in books......

His breatgour hand slowly travels on his cock. Pumping it back and fourth. Yuno looked so pretty like that, needy and desperate.

"Hah, just like that. "

He purred.

Slowly you started making kitten licks on his cock. Swirling your tongue along his tip, it then became much more intense. Gathering up the courage you slowly started going down on him, sucking his cock. You were gagging- but you couldn't care less.

"Hah~Ah shit y/n...." He let out an pleased hum whilst making eye contact with you, running his slender fingers through your hair.

You let out an shriek as he suddenly

forces your head down, causing you to choke on his cock. Bucking his hips into your mouth you can only tear up in the sensation you are feeling whilst he talks dirty to you.

"You fucking slut, the way you stare at me makes me go crazy everytime, now look at you choking at my cock. "

He said in his cool usual tone and slammed my body to the ground. Sorry mother, but i can't resist this man.

"I-it hurts yuno, hah~. "

You whimpered as his length was buried deep inside you. It was painful at first but it suddenly was replaced with pleasure as he slowly thrusted inside of your tight hole.

"I-is this your first time?"

Yuno sounded concerned and you looked at him and nodded shyly.

"Shit, i should've been more careful, are you okay? "

What's with this man...

"Yeah, it looks like you have just taken my virginity, vice captain. "

You said locking your arms on his neck and staring deeply on his amber eyes.

"Then fuck me hard, yuno." you whispered and he did.

Well that rest was history that night you and him just enjoyed the starry night and eachothers warmth on the moonlit night.

💌 : This is the celebration of my man turning 18. This was frickin rushed and amateurish since im new to this writing style👹

#black clover smut #black clover #anime smut #anime x reader #black clover x y/n #black clover x reader #yuno black clover #yuno grinberryall #yuno x reader #smut

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avengersfantasies · 9 months

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Anymore - Chapter 7

Summary: Bucky tells you to do whatever you need in order to move on from Steve.

What to expect: fluff, angst

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There was an immediate change in your demeanor, and Bucky noticed it.

“Babydoll?” he softly spoke – wanting to know what had been sent to you. “Is everything alright?” You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks before handing him the phone. When he saw what had been sent to you, he grew furious. Without thinking, Bucky typed up and sent a response.

When you realized what he had done, you glared at the super soldier.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you scoffed – snatching your phone from him. “I already have one of you being an asshole…last thing I need is for both of you to be dicks.”

Bucky closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Just can’t stand it when he hurts you.”

“Please don’t stoop to his level, Buck,” you pleaded with teary eyes.

He looked down and nodded. “It won’t happen again, babydoll.”

You absentmindedly nodded, and your hand made its way to your stomach – starting to rub the small baby bump. Bucky looked down and noticed this – watching your hand move back and forth slowly. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t know if he should ask or not. He wanted so badly to make you feel like you weren’t alone in this situation, but he was afraid that you wouldn’t let him actually do it.

“C-Can I uh,” he began stuttering – hovering his hand over yours. “Would you-you mind if I—”

“Please,” you practically pleaded with tears in your eyes.

Bucky gently kissed your lips with his, and he carefully placed his hand on top of your small baby bump. His hand slowly and lovingly rubbed the little bump while your tongues danced. There was something about his touch that made you feel whole. The moment was something you never wanted to end, but unfortunately, the sound of a text message broke the two of you apart with a sigh.

“Should we talk to him?” you asked Bucky softly – needing him to help guide you through this.

His metal hand rubbed your back. “I can’t tell you,” he answered with a trace of regret in his voice. “As much as I want to be with you and help you raise this little one…I can’t tell you what to do…I can only support your decisions.”

You looked to him with tear-filled eyes. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Support my decisions?” you clarified. “No matter what?”

He nodded and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “No matter what.”

You looked down and felt yourself forget how to speak. “W-Wou-Would you think I’m like…crazy or something if-if I felt that Steve and I needed a like…if we needed like one more time together?”

“As in…break-up sex?” You silently nodded – instantly feeling ashamed of yourself. “Is…that something you want?”

“I want you, Buck,” you sniffled.

The super soldier gently held your face in his hands. “Then you listen to me, babydoll,” he spoke softly – getting your eyes to look up at his. “You do what you need to so that you and I can move on with our life together, okay?”

“Even if that means Steve and I need to—”

“Yes,” he interrupted. “Even if that means you need one more time with him…do what you need to do, baby…I’m not going anywhere.”

Without saying anything, you pulled him to your lips and kissed him deeply. His hands held your hips, and the two of you swallowed each other’s moans – the feeling of your tongues inside each other’s mouths was a feeling neither of you wanted to ever let go of. Finally, though, you pulled away from him and nodded – your forehead against his. “I’ll do what I have to do.”

“I’ll see the two of you tomorrow,” Bucky smiled softly – planting a kiss on your belly.

You smiled and blushed hard. “Yes you will.”

You stood outside Steve’s room, too nervous to bring yourself to knock on the door. It was now or never though. You knew you needed to get this over with. You and Steve needed to come to an understanding and agree on the situation with the baby. Knowing that Bucky was supporting your decisions before you even made them gave you a burst of strength, and you knocked on the door gently. Steve must’ve been waiting because it took him mere seconds to open the door.

“Hey beautiful,” he greeted you with a soft smile and stood to the side. “Come in.”

You didn’t respond, instead, you just nodded and walked into his room.

“Steve,” you began – your hands picking at each other from nervousness. “We need to...figure this out.”

“I agree,” he sighed – leading you over to sit on his bed with him. It was quiet for a few moments while the two of you thought about what to say and where to start. “So…Bucky?”

You blushed and looked down. “Uh…yeah…Didn’t mean for you to hear.”

“It was hard not to,” he chuckled. “Seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Steve,” you snapped – looking up at him. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Make this about Bucky,” you answered. “Steve…what is it going to take for us to move on from each other?”

He chuckled incredulously. “Well, you’re carrying our baby,” he reminded you. “Do we really need to move on from each other?”

“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “We’re bad together.”

“It’s not just about us anymore,” he insisted. “There’s a baby involved…and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna be there.”

“You can be there,” you told him. “I’m not saying you can’t.”

“But I’m supposed to be okay with you being with Bucky?” he scoffed. “So, what? Bucky’s gonna be our baby’s stepdad?”

“No one said that,” you argued back. “But I’m with him, and he’s with me.”

Steve chuckled. “So, now you’re a couple? Wow, you moved on quick.”

“You moved on before we even broke up.”

“And I ended that relationship,” he reminded you. “For you…for us.”

You tearfully looked into his blue eyes. “Bucky told me to do whatever I had to so we could move on,” you told him. “So, what is it gonna take for us to move on?”

Without a word, Steve pulled you to him and planted his lips to yours.

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canonicallyobserving911 · 8 months

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Overall Assessment of Season 6

I’ve completed 15 detailed “Constructive Criticisms” posts regarding season 6 and I wanted to wrap everything up with an overall assessment for the entire season.

Even though 17% of the season’s 18 episodes were ok, overall, the majority of it wasn’t anything to be excited about especially since 9-1-1’s had some awesome seasons in the past (season 3 was the best). There were three good episodes but the rest could have been sent in an email or yeeted to the sun.

6x3 “The Devil You Know” had great cinematography and the acting from the main and recurring characters along with the guest stars was superb but in my opinion the storyline should have been included in a different franchise. Mainly because it was so dark and heavy that it seemed like it would have been a better fit for “Law & Order: SVU” especially since Tonya Kingston was a special victim. One thing 9-1-1 did EXCEPTIONALLY WELL BEFORE SEASON 5 was balance the lighter storylines with the heavier ones but for the past two seasons they haven’t done a great job of it. Season 5 was heavy enough with Maddie’s PPD and Eddie’s PTSD storylines, therefore the third episode of season 6 shouldn’t have been that heavy and dark. On a positive note, it was part of Athena’s origin story regarding why she became a cop and it properly closed out her storyline even though it started back in season 2.

6x6 “Tomorrow” was good but someone didn’t fact check a lot of the details for it and they didn’t ensure the continuity was there. At the end of 6x5, the promo for 6x6 included Karen calling 9-1-1 but that scene was NOT INCLUDED in the episode. Also, in CANON it was never mentioned that Chimney orchestrated Hen and Karen’s blind date. Finally, the closeout of Hen’s medical school storyline wasn’t fact checked either since in 2x6 she said the reason she became a paramedic was because she got shot when she was 16 and the paramedics who came to help took care of her. Then in 3x9, she told Karen the woman they saw at the spa, Stacy Mullins, was the reason why she became a paramedic. So which one was it or was it both? The audience will never know especially since she didn’t mention either option at the end of 6x6 during her explanation to Karen regarding why she decided to drop out of medical school.

6x13 “Mixed Feelings” was my favorite episode overall because it included A LOT OF BUCK & EDDIE, BUCK & CHRIS AND THE BUCKLEY-DIAZ FAMILY. FULL STOP! Their relationship was missing for 99% of 6A; therefore to see Buck and Eddie side by side along with the Buckley-Diazes spending time together again like they did in 6x1, it was absolute PERFECTION. I’ve already explained in post “#15 – Buddie” how Buck and Eddie’s relationship is the main reason why I watch the show so I won’t elaborate.

All the other episodes didn’t meet the expectations that 9-1-1 established during previous seasons.

6x10 “In a Flash” could have been one of the best episodes of the season but IT WASN’T because the Buckley parents’ and Sang Han’s presences ruined it. It was supposed to be about Buck being struck by lightning (which was shoved into the last 5 minutes of the episode) but they spent the first 40 minutes showing more of his parents, Chimney’s dad and Albert’s mother than they did showing the 118, Athena, May and Chris. Also they SPOILED the majority of Buck’s injury a month before it aired with all the stills and promos they released.

Overall, my biggest criticism about the season is the show didn’t commit to anything. Everything seemed like it was a false start which is kind of sad since they "thought" (I still don’t believe they thought it was the last one) or wanted the audience to believe it was going to be their final season. My false start metaphor can be compared with a “false start” in a track meet. When runners are on their marks and one of them starts before the starter pistol is fired, everyone must go back to the beginning. That’s how I feel about season 6 because every main character was sent back to the beginning instead of showing how far they’ve come. No one, not any individual character or their ships were shown to have moved forward. The finale was a rushed mess and none of it made any narrative sense.

Basically, it appears there was no real purpose for season 6 and if there was one, it got lost in translation since things were discombobulated and all over the place. Storylines were unequally distributed, recurring characters’ arcs were rewritten to make them likeable and the metaphors just kind of fell apart in the end. If there really was a purpose, what was it? The items below are overall assessments for the nine main characters.

Athena needed more storylines than what was provided in 6x3

Bobby’s AA sponsor storyline was atrocious and shouldn’t have been included

Buck’s gazillion storylines should have ended better

Chris deserves his own storylines. He’s a main character but he never gets his own storylines even though Denny (bio dad) and Jee-Yun (Maddie’s engagement ring) had individual storylines this season

Eddie NEEDED MORE STORYLINES! (I’ll keep screaming it because EDDIE DESERVES BETTER!)

Hen’s, Chimney’s and Buck’s quest for interim captain should have been handled better

Hen’s medical school storyline should have ended better

Maddie and Chimney deserved a better plot for their proposal storyline than that raggedy IRS Income Tax mess

May had one main storyline for the whole season but after that, she was barely there

After 6x18 aired, it seemed like someone had an idea about where they wanted the season to go but they didn’t know how to execute it in a way that would make the audience want to return after the HIATUS. Additionally, a lot of time was spent copying storylines from other shows and it appears they didn’t think anyone would notice but it’s apparent from the comments that were left on social media sites, some viewers who watch similar series did notice and they were vocal about it.

In the past, 9-1-1 was unique but somewhere along the way they lost the thing that made them special. In the wastelands of network TV, it was refreshing to watch a show that included everything instead of having separate shows for the police, firefighters and dispatchers like other franchises.

When the season ended, I asked myself the same question I asked after 15 of the 18 episodes aired; “Is that it?” Maybe my expectations were too high but I don’t believe they were since I still watch episodes from seasons 2-4 (3x2 - 3x3 – the Tsunami were fantastic and 4x13 - 4x14; Eddie being shot still haunts me but I love Eddie so I'll watch all the episodes where he gets the screen time he deserves).

Was season 6 supposed to be their legacy? If so, then it was filled with a bunch of raggedy storylines that focused primarily on Buck while ignoring the rest of the main characters. It was like they didn’t want to commit to anything risky or something that would have cemented the show as a groundbreaking TV series that would have audiences talking about it for the next decade or maybe even longer.

This is my overall assessment of season 6 and whenever the show returns, hopefully it will have returned to being uniquely 9-1-1 instead of some knock off version of the other 3 or 4 firefighting shows out there in the already oversaturated market of emergency television shows on network TV.

I’ve included links to all the “Constructive Criticisms” posts below along with their topics.

#1 - Lack of and/or inconsistencies with interviews, promos, stills, trailers, etc.

#2 - Recurring Characters OVERSHADOWED Main Characters

#3 - Undeserved and Unearned Parent Redemptions

#4 - Unequal Distribution of Storylines

#5 - Continuity Errors and Forced Narratives

#6 - Season Six or Season of Sex

#7 - Stereotypes in Season 6

#8 - Lack of Professional Development and Growth

#9 - The use of Metaphors, Themes and Theories

#10 - Bathena

#11 - Henren

#12 - Madney

#13 - Evan “Buck” Buckley

#14 - Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

#15 - Buddie

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tokyogruel · 4 months

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1 4 and 5 muu for ask thingy!

1. favorite song lyrics?

after pain:

"If I was gone, If I had just disappeared I overheard, I found out How much I’m not needed"

"ねえなんで痛-痛-痛いのやめてくれないの？"

"I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?"

"ごめんなさい」は届かないよ　(いつか届くかな) 「ごめんなさい」は届かないよ　(いつか届くかな) 「ごめんなさい」は届かないよ　(いつか届くかな) 「ごめんなさい」は届かないよ"

"I don’t want tomorrow to come, I want to forget yesterday I was miserable, someone please help me"

"それなのに消したはずなのに夢に見ちゃうのよ"

"Let’s meet up inside the pain, a place just for me Postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret The stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note"

"「“あなた”が好きよ」"

its not my fault:

"I told you I’m queen, and it’s always the same God gave me everything, everything is as I wish"

"どうなるかわかってるよね？"

"Sorry for hurting you, but I didn’t mean it I am doing this is just because of being bored"

"I told you I’m queen, and it will never be changed I’ve got EVERYTHING, everything is as I wish"

otome dissection:

"ドキドキしたいじゃんか誰だって恥をしたい　痛いくらいが良いんだって知った"

"Without you, none of that matters Both of us with our masks on, we flirted"

"This disease, the whole package, I'll send it to you as an attachment I don't wanna go so far as to share all the things that cause me pain I just wanna run away from this love…"

"君が別の人のことを好きになるって夢を見たんだ否定してほしい　ねえ愛して？"

"乙女解剖であそぼうよ涎をバケットの上に塗って確かめよう　期待外れ最高潮だったあの夜から"

MKDR:

"言っちゃったもう一時だけ隣りに居たい"

"I’m sorry, come back Carbon dioxide, your atmospheric concentration"

"浸ってたいよ　泥沼の夢に身勝手だって言われてもペロリ"

"It’s not uncertain, there’s no future I want to be reborn with your face"

"Even if you flip over the words “I hate you” There’s no “I love you” hidden there"

"I’m mad with idealism, imagining a smile My bloodshot wish will soon be relieved

But there’s no love anywhere that’s “just fine”

"だから妄想感傷代償連盟愛を懐いて理想を号んだ行き場のない愚者のメロディー再挑戦・転生・テレポーテーション何回だって　重ねて逝くんだ終わりなき愛の隨に　さあ"

"愛や厭"

"怒ってる？　…怒ってない。阿吽の呼吸でズレるビート"

"だけど「大丈夫」なんて嘘を��えて仕舞うの"

"The topography I protected by hating love Is beginning to warp properly Isn’t it the worst? It’s like an interpersonal lotion We’ll hurt each other over and over A blended love philosophy"

fun fact: muu's songs are some of my favorites of all of the prisoners. i have listened to the MKDR instrumental more times than i can count

4. favorite minigram episode/moment?

hands down.

5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

crying b:

"Muu No… No way. This is so messed-up. I… Even though I'm not the one in the wrong, they want to sentence me to penal servitude… That's so messed-up."

(hm,,, strong aversion to servitude, huh muu?)

"Muu Guard-san, what you're saying is pretty difficult to understand and I can't keep up. Say it in a way which'll be easier for me to grasp."

"Muu What should I do then? What should I do in order for you to forgive me, guard-san? I'll do anything! Um… Anything painful or embarrassing is out of the question though… And, I don't wanna do anything scary either…"

"Es Haruka's loyalty towards you is one thing, but with this kind of relationship, I think it's only natural to wonder if you're using him for something.

Muu Ehh… Guard-san, do you not have any friends?"

"Muu Wow, poor thing~... I'll teach you! Friends aren't like that, you know. Rather than using each other for something, we just get along because we're comfortable around each other. That's all."

(i really dont understand when people say muu and harukas relationship is toxic or unhealthy... muu explicitly states she is not using him, theyre friends, she gives him things with no expectation of getting gifts in return, and he listens to her. which i doubt she would point that out... unless other people dont listen to her when she talks)

"Muu … Guard-san, I think you're really doing something bad. Isn't it a bad thing to act like there has to be something wrong with someone for them to get bullied?"

"Muu Besides, even if I've done something wrong, there's nothing that could justify bullying someone. Guard-san, I thought you were a nicer person."

"Muu But if you were like, "I won't forgive you, Muu! Revenge is bad!", then wouldn't that imply that it's also bad for me to bully someone back after they bullied me? Since we've all done something bad anyway, doesn't that mean that I've not done anything wrong in the end?

Es …I think I'm kinda… starting to get your point… maybe…

Muu … Guard-san, are you maybe not that intelligent, after all…?"

#creature speaks #ask tag #thank you pupa!!#im happy for any excuse to think about muu more

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thaliaisalesbian · 3 months

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i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 20: when you see it's me

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 21

Nancy’s stuck in her head at lunch, but Jonathan knows he is, too. His grades have never been the highest—his average is probably a B, honestly—but with everything going on he’s let them slip a little more. He’s been pulled aside by both of his teachers today so far.

He needs to pick up his grades again, or he might not get a scholarship like he needs to in order to go to NYU for photography.

He doesn’t try too hard to draw Nancy into conversation; he managed to get a couple of extra credit assignments, and he’s going to be doing make-up points on a test tomorrow. He can get his grades back up, and then when he’s going into exams he won’t have to worry as much about getting an A in order to keep his Bs in his classes.

If he wants As, he’ll have to try a little harder.

He hadn’t realized that all the time he’s been spending with Steve had been affecting his schoolwork this way. Given how much time Steve has been spending on his own schoolwork, he probably should be doing better.

“What time did you want to leave today?” Nancy asks, as they’re walking out.

“I’ll be in the dark room,” He says. He hadn’t had a set time in mind. “Just whenever you’re done, I guess.”

“Okay. I’ll try not to take too long.”

She walks away, like she’s got a plan in her head; at least more of one than she’d had this morning.

It’s then that Jonathan realizes he hadn’t even asked her how her test went.

finish on ao3 or under the cut

He’s got a lot of film that he needs to work on, with all of the pictures from the other Saturday, and a few that he’s taken for his portfolio.

It doesn’t help that he hasn’t been in the dark room… probably since before Steve went missing. He hadn’t had any pictures to develop and look at like he had when Will had gone missing.

He’ll have to remember which ones he needs to make multiple copies of, too.

It’s nice to fall back into the easy rhythm of processing the negatives; he’s practiced enough at it that he can almost zone out as he works.

By the time Nancy knocks on the door, he’s got a couple rolls of film hung up to dry. Since he booked the room for the night, no one’s going to disturb them, so he leaves them up. He’ll get them in the morning before he goes to class.

“Your mom won’t mind me staying for dinner?”

“Never, you know that.” She’s got a little crease between her eyes. “Find anything?”

“A little. Our best bet is still probably talking to Steve, though.”

“Should we stop at the public library?” It’s a lot bigger than the one here, and it might have something else.

“No, by the time we get back to your house it’ll be dinner time anyway.”

Will and Mike are at the table when they walk in; that probably means that Steve is in his room.

“Mom called and said she’ll be home soon.” Will pauses the conversation to tell him. “And I already put dinner in the oven!”

“Good job, Will.”

“I was just following Steve’s directions. He’s in your room, he was out here but when Mike came over he left.”

“Thanks, Will.” Jonathan ruffles his hair, just to annoy him. Mike’s making a face at him, but that’s nothing new. He stopped being cool as soon as he started dating Nancy, apparently.

He wonders what Mike would think if he knew that Nancy was dating both him and Steve now. He knows that Mike had had more than a few things to say about Steve at first. He’s cooled off now, which is probably for the best.

Steve’s got some of his work spread out on Jonathan’s bed; he doesn’t look up when they come in.

“Hey,” Mom probably won’t say anything with Mike here, so he shuts the door. “Anything fun in there?”

“No. Is there ever?”

“Probably not.” Still, Steve’s gotten almost all the way through his make-up work. Jonathan would have taken the year off, but he knows that Steve doesn’t want to hear it again. He just thinks it’s really impressive, how much work Steve has gotten done.

“I have bad news for you, Steve.” Nancy sets her bag down and pulls a folder out. “They gave me more work for you today.”

“I’m not even done with everything they gave me last time!”

“You’re pretty close, though.” Jonathan sits next to Steve, careful not to disrupt his papers.

“You want to talk about last night.” Steve guesses, before either of them says anything. “I don’t know why it happens, it doesn’t happen a lot, and I can’t control it. I wasn’t ignoring you, Jon, I wouldn’t do that on purpose. I just… couldn’t talk.”

“I looked a few things up.” Nancy launches into what Jonathan’s sure is going to be a long description, filled with psychological terms, more clinical than personal.

It’s what she tends to do, when she’s worried or scared. He doesn’t know how to talk to her about it.

“Nance,” Steve stops her after a few minutes. “Thanks for looking that up, but it’s all going way over my head.”

“Steve, I’m trying to find an explanation!”

“I know you are.” Steve soothes, and Jonathan doesn’t think he’s seen this particular side of Steve and Nancy before. “It’s nice that you want to help.”

“I can help! We can figure it out and we can stop it, or make it easier for you. We can have a plan for what we’re going to do when it happens again, a signal or something.” She looks like she’s about a second from stomping her foot on the floor. If this weren’t supposed to be a serious discussion, Jonathan would laugh at her.

“And we can do that. But, Nancy, come on. We don’t need a reason why it happens, we don’t need a bunch of fancy words right now. We can have a plan without those.” Steve holds up a hand before either of them can say anything, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. “Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s just a trauma thing. It’s not, like, tied directly to anything happening, but sometimes everything’s just too much and I shut down.”

That… could be right. It’s the best explanation they have, at least. Or at least it’s part of it.

“You did this before the Upside Down, Steve.” Nancy accuses, like that really matters. “You can’t just brush it off like that!”

“I’m not brushing anything off. We can come up with a signal or something, for when it happens, but I don’t think you need to be looking into that much.”

“What if we can stop it? What it’s something we can fix?” Her voice cracks on the last word, and Jonathan looks between Nancy—arms crossed tight over her chest, fingers twitching, and tearing up because she’s so frustrated—and Steve—sitting straight up, very stiff and still, and with an eerie blankness in his face.

He feels like he’s just learned something, about both of them, but he can’t describe what it is.

“I’m not a project for you to fix, Nance.” Steve says softly, shaking his head, and there’s a little warmth in his voice, breaking the frozen image.

Inexplicably, Jonathan’s fingers itch for his camera.

Nancy visibly stops herself from saying something. “I just want you to be okay, Steve.”

“I know.” When Nancy sits on Steve’s other side, not as careful of his work as Jonathan was, Steve pulls her into his side and then reaches for Jonathan to do the same. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, Jon. I didn’t think it would happen.”

“It’s okay.”

“How long do we have until Will and Mike come looking for us?” Steve leans in a little. “We could clear off the bed, and it’s not like your door is open…”

“Steve.” Jonathan says. “No, my mom is coming home soon.”

“Not even a little making out?”

“No.” Besides, Jonathan’s not sure why Steve wants to do anything right now; while he’s healing, they’ve been told very firmly by Owens, Irene, Mom, and Hopper (that one had made Jonathan want to crawl into a hole and never come out) that until Steve’s cleared for more vigorous activity, they can’t try anything.

“But it’ll be a good distraction!”

“From what?”

“Homework.”

“We can be distracted from our homework and not be making out.” Nancy rolls her eyes, looking at him for backup.

Steve also looks at him, but he’s doing an exaggerated pout, and somehow it doesn’t even look all that funny on him.

Jonathan does want to kiss him now, actually.

“I don’t know, Nance, Steve might have a point.”

“Not you too!”

“But it’s fun, Nancy! Don’t you like kissing us?” Steve must poke her side from the way she jumps.

“That’s not the point! We have things we need to be doing, and talking about, and two little brothers just outside in the living room!”

“Your brother being in the house has never stopped you before, Nance, don’t pull that card. Holly being in the house hasn’t stopped you, at least Mike knocks thirty percent of the time.”

“Will knows how to knock, and you really think he’d let Mike come in without knocking?” Jonathan says, just to get a rise out of her. It works.

“If you don’t want to kiss, that’s okay.” Steve tells her, leaning a little more into Jonathan’s side. “Jonny and I can entertain ourselves.”

Nancy buries her face in her hands and mumbles something. Steve laughs, close enough now that Jonathan can feel his breath on his face. It’s just a light kiss, at first, but when Jonathan pushes a little harder, Steve follows his lead.

When he needs to breathe, he pulls back just a little; he can’t even really see much of Steve’s face.

“What was that, Nance?” He knows he sounds just a little breathless; it’s what he was going for.

“You’re going to kill me!” She says, looking up at the end of her sentence, right in time to see them kiss again.

Jonathan feels the bed shift as she moves, but he’s more focused on pressing Steve down into the pillows, carefully settling his weight over Steve’s hips.

They’ve just gotten comfortable with it—he doesn’t think he and Steve have actually kissed quite like this before—when Nancy steals a pillow and whacks him with it.

“I thought you wanted to do homework?” He asks, a tad too innocently. “What’s with the pillow, babe?”

“It’s my turn.” She’s got her arms crossed again, but’s a little looser than it was earlier.

“With who?”

“I don’t know! Both of you! Move, Jonathan.”

“If you don’t know, why does he have to move?” Steve gets hit this time. Jonathan would kiss him again, but Steve’s laughing too hard for it to work.

“Mom’s home! She says it’s time to eat!” Will calls through the door, and Nancy huffs.

“Do you think she’ll let us eat in here?”

“No, not when Steve and I look like this.” Jonathan says, and Nancy’s eyebrows draw in as she gives them both a once-over. Steve’s hair is more of a mess than usual; he hasn’t been styling it lately, but it’s noticeable, and Jonathan’s sure his is too.

“My turn, then. I mean it.” She kisses him first, and he lets her take the lead.

Before they’d started dating Steve, Jonathan had never gotten her wound up like this on purpose. Probably couldn’t, not in the same way, at least. But god is it fun.

She doesn’t shove him off of Steve, just lays down so she can grab his face and turn it towards her.

It’s probably a good thing that his mom knocks when she does.

“Don’t make me open this door, I know you heard Will. You’ve got five minutes.” She says sternly, but underneath it she’s laughing a little.

Maybe they can get her to tell a story about her teenage years tonight. Jonathan doesn’t know much about what she was like at his age.

“Coming, Joyce.” Nancy pulls away to answer. “Fix yourselves up, boys.” She says it like she’s not red in the face either, her lips a little swollen.

“Oh, shut up.” Jonathan tells her, if only because he can’t think of anything else to say.

Jonathan climbs off of Steve, and he sits up a little too quickly if his wince is anything to go by.

“You good? Do you want your crutches?” Steve’s hardly been using them, even if he’s still supposed to. “Nah, I’m fine. Hey, how much footsie do you think we can get away with under the table?”

“Don’t even start, Steve.” Nancy warns.

“Well, yeah, we’re not at the table yet.”

“Steve. Jonathan, control our boyfriend.”

“I dunno, it sounds fun to me. Mom won’t care. Unless we kick her.”

“I am going to sit far away from you. I’ll sit next to Mike.” Nancy threatens, but Mike would probably kick her if she did that and she knows it.

“No, you won’t.” Given that she beats them to the table, she easily could have, but instead there’s a spot for Steve across from her and a spot for Jonathan next to her.

Will makes a face at him behind Mike’s back, and Mom gives him a look, but other than that, no one says anything.

The air around the kitchen table feels lighter than it has in a long time.

It almost feels like it did during the kids’ sleepovers, before the Upside Down stuff started.

Jonathan doesn’t know much about psychology, but something about it feels a little like healing.

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lokiforever · 1 year

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New teachers at School 🏫❤️

A/N : Sorry guys I forgot to mention the reader and her best friend live together in an apartment

Chapter 2

Tom : For the first thing please call me Tom when we're alone and for another......

Knock Knock

Tom : Excuse me

Tom opens the door slightly

Tom :Hello mate, mornin' miss Carter

Jk: Hey!!

Y/B/F/N: Morning, Professor

Tom : What brings you here?

Mr Jungkook : I was going to the library so I thought you would like to join...

Tom : Oh, I'd love to...but I have to discuss the teaching assistant thing with miss Y/L/N

Tom opens the door further so you were now visible

Y/N : Hello, professor

Jk: Hello, Miss Y/L/N

Jk : She can also join, anyways miss Carter would also be joining us.

Tom : Oh, that's great. Let's go!

Jungkook : Mmhmm

In the library

Tom : So girls are you having any issues with any of the topics in History, English or Science?

Y/N : Thank you so much, Professor. But, no, everything is clear. All thanks to you both.

Y/B/F/N:Thank you, professor. Me neither...

Tom : Anytime!

The rest 1 hr passes by, discussing some Shakespeare and reading.

*After I hour *

Mr. Jk : Miss Carter?

Y/B/F/N : Yes, professor?

Jungkook : I think we should go now......we have to discuss tomorrow's timetable, remember?

Y/B/F/N: Oh, yeah... Right. Let's go.

Jk: I gotta go. Bye Hiddles

Tom : Ok, Bye Kook

They give each other a quick nod and a friendly /manly hug.

After a few minutes......

Tom : Uhhh..... Miss Y/L/N?

Y/N : Yes, Mr Hiddleston?

Tom : May we go to my office, if you'd be comfortable there? Otherwise it's fine, we can sit here ...

Y/N : No,no it's fine. We can go to your office.

Tom : Ok then, let's go

God, this man!!!!!! How can someone be so perfect? He is just amazing. Not to mention the fact that he resembles very much to Loki, your mcu crush and comfort character. 'He's your professor y/n for God's sake ' you thought.

In Mr Hiddleston's office

Tom : Miss Y/L/N, tell me about yourself cuz as we will be working together, we should know each other.

Y/N : Firstly please call me Y/N.

Tom : Mmhmm

Y/N : Uhhhhhh..... I like to draw, cook, I recently started writing. I hate it when people put fake allegations against me and my favorite color is not specific.......but I guess we can say black.

Tom : Really?! I'd love to see one of your works someday....

'No you wouldn't cuz they are about you only....and Loki I only write fan fictions!!' . It was only when your professor's soothing voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Tom : Y/N??

Y/N : Y-Yeah, s-sure why not?

Two more hours pass by, discussing the syllabus and even talking about your and his interests.

*After two hours *

You yawn

Tom : I guess it's enough for today..... Would you like to go to the cafeteria for some tea, coffee or something to eat? It'll be on me.......maybe cuz it's your first day as my teaching assistant

Y/N : Tom you really don't have to -

Tom : Please, I insist!

Y/N : Ok, fine

*At the cafeteria*

Tom and you were standing at the counter.

Tom : Hello, I'd like an Earl gray, please.

Y/N : Hey.A cup of hot chocolate , thank you!

You both took your orders and headed to the tables and couch. There you met someone.....

Y/N : Hey, Mr Jungkook. Hi, Y/B/F/N.

Tom : Hi Kook, Miss Carter *nod*

Both of them greeted you back. They were sitting on the couch, talking, smiling and laughing.

Mr. Jungkook : Miss Carter was a little tired, so I thought a cup of coffee could help.

Tom : It indeed was a long day.

After finishing your drinks you all headed out and said your goodbyes. You and your best friend sat in your car and returned to your shared apartment.

In your apartment

Y/N : So, how was your day, my dear?!

Y/B/F/N: Couldn't be better!! How about yours?!

Y/N : Amazing!! Though I frequently had to remind myself that I can't fawn over my professor 😂😂😂

Y/B/F/N and you start laughing and talking about your days

********* TIME SKIP *********

'November ; time for the annual feast '

You and your best friend were getting ready for the annual feast. It was an amazing event ; dance, food, drinks and dresses.

Your dress 👇🏻

You let your hairs down in waves and wore some plain black heels and a simple makeup ;neither too much nor too less. You were taking your car for going there but your bestie had to go to her mother after the feast, so she'd be taking a cab.

*At the feast *

Tom and Jungkook's jaw dropped after seeing you both and your by seeing Tom. Same was with your best friend except the fact that she was enchanted by Jungkook and you by Tom.

You were standing in the middle of the hall with a drink in your hand. A guy named David was constantly trying to make conversation with you. But oh lord, you could already sense the negative vibes from him. It was when Tom came to the rescue. God bless him!

Tom : Would you mind if I steal miss y/l/n for a minute, Mr. Richard?

David Richard : Of course not, professor. Take your time!

You followed Tom untill that David guy was no longer in veiw.

Tom : You look ravishing today, my dear!

You blush at the compliment

Y/N : You don't look any less either, Professor.

Tom extends his hand for you to take it. From the corner of your eyes you could see that your friend already found someone. You were really happy for her.

Tom : May I have this dance, my lady?

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Taglist:

@holdmytesseract @dishahaldar @jennyggggrrr

Hope you like it! See you guys in the next chapter. Bye. Have a good night /day 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻💗💗💗💗

#professor hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #Tom hiddleston #Jungkook #Professor hiddleston x reader #Professor x student #Marvel #Loki #Hiddleston

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batfamscreaming · 1 year

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i've always kind of meant to fic rec more and even when sometimes I can post a fic i'm reading on here I always feel bad I don't do it more often. The ao3 share option always feels hard to read and you always wanna edit the summaries to expand on what you as a reader found compelling instead of what the author thought to put... anyway, tonight i finally mustered myself and ignored everything I usually do at night to spend (checks watch) 2.5 hours putting this list together and fighting tumblr formatting. They're in no particular order, and every single author you should check out their other fics; a lot of them have updated other things since I read these in my AO3 history. If you've never read fics for fandoms you're not in: this is the list to pic one from and just go. Crossovers may be posted in multiple sections, just in case. This is just a list of fics that, when I found them in my history I said, "I remember this one! It was so good!" and a lot of them are ones that, every time they show up in my inbox, I drop everything to read (or I stow them away for the upcoming three hours I desperately will need them). Because of that, a lot of them are fucked up, so check warnings once you get on the page. But like. I think they're fucked up in a delightful little way.

Also a lot of them are long. SUPER long. You all did this for free. Do you know how much I owe you for nightshifts alone, much less long trips and difficult, depressed days that I just had to get to tomorrow and a long fanfic gave me somewhere else to be?

Please give them some love.

___

TWEWY/KH

∞:∞ ((to infinity and beyond)) - Divisionten

Post KH3, spoilers ahoy. He got off the pavement, wet, dirty and alone. They left the beach, ready to chase him down. She gripped her Keyblade, twisting it tight enough in her hands to leave marks. It was time to go home. ((Sora and Riku arrive in Shibuya after KH3 just in time to be mistaken for cosplayers. Extremely good Neku))

Marvel

From the Top - garamonder

Miles let go. Peter B. Parker closed his eyes as he dropped back through the rift, heading home. It would have been nice if he’d ended up there. Instead, the veteran hero makes an unintended pit stop in another Peter's universe - one where he's an Avenger, of all things. (Takes place in the MCU, post-hypothetical-Avengers 4)

Weight the Dice - tuesday

Tony's aim was off the first few tries. It was an imprecise art, time travel by magic rather than science, for all that it could actually change things instead of branching the timeline. He wanted early enough he could still make a difference, but not so early he had to go through puberty again. ((the only fic on this list under 5k, youre welcome))

LOTR???

Less Wise and More Dangerous - DeepWatersWaiting

Fleeing the Balrog and Orcs in Moria, Legolas Greenleaf is shot down with an arrow. He dies upon the bridge, unaware of the fates of his Fellowship, and wakes up moments later with the intention of finding his mother, escaping the Halls of Mandos and re-joining the War of the Ring. This would be a lot easier if he was actually in the Halls of Mandos however, instead of at Losgar as the Noldor arrive in Beleriand from Valinor for the first time. ((i don’t know who any of these people are besides legolas i’m just having a good time and think this one needs more eyes))

Legend of Zelda: One Link

Third Eye - StudioRat

In which we climb the dark tower into the dawn. ((Link wants a third option. Ocarina of Time climax.))

Navigator [Act One] - SaltySaph

A Ganondorf/Link Slowburn Adventure narrative, first of three Acts. It is not based on, or connected to, any of the games in the franchise; but instead a largely invented piece using the Zelda formula and tropes as a base. This is not an Enemies to Lovers piece, because even though they are enemies in the games? They never have any personal or direct enmity toward one another.

The Inevitable - Phlyarologist

A hero falls. A hero rises. Repeat as necessary. Ravio gets an unpleasant lesson in the cost of legends. ((the only good take on heroic deaths))

The Legend of Zelda: Ten Thousand Year Elegy - winklepickers

Months after Calamity Ganon's defeat at the hands of the Princess and the Master Sword's chosen hero, Hyrule is approaching something resembling peace. That is, until Link and Zelda go missing following a disastrous archaeological expedition. Meanwhile, in Domino City, Japan: a dimensional domain emulator belonging to one Kaiba Seto abruptly self-destructs, causing an explosion that catches Mutou Yuugi and his friends in the crossfire. Unexpected? Yes. Unforeseen? Maybe not.

Legend of Zelda: Multiple Links

Please Don't Come for Me - sister_dear

Hyrule gets chucked headfirst through a mysterious portal. He feels the magic of fairies nearby and transforms, intending to ask them for help. Unfortunately for him, Time also found the fountain, and he has something of an effect on fairies. A “Hyrule meets the chain” story where Hyrule encounters each of his new companions in fairy form first.

Language Barriers - Kastaborous

The group made their way over to the two Hylians, where the individual they had rushed to save was conversing with the newcomer. The newcomer was heavily scarred on his left side, and from the bow on his back, he was the archer who had brought down many of the monsters. “Hello,” Time said, as he nodded to them. “Could you point us toward Castle Town?” The scarred man blinked. “Nanda?” … The Heroes of Courage are spread across ages. Hundreds to thousands of years between them. It should come as no surprise that they are having some trouble communicating. But when they’re dropped in a world of alien technology and a language wholly unfamiliar, they really wish Hylia had thought ahead. Or, the gang-meets-wild fic in which there is an appropriate amount of linguistic drift between Links, Hylia does not provide Google Translate, and Wild is a linguaphile among other things.

To Isolate - Poltea, sky_squido

Sky has only just figured out that Ganon is the manifestation of Demise's curse when he starts noticing... something working its way up the chain. Nobody is okay, Sky least of all, but he’s determined to figure out what’s going on or die trying. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into. This is a story of pain, fear, loss, and somehow, despite it all, courage.

Yu Gi Oh

((Basically All Crossovers & Literally The Best Section Of This Whole List u just gotta trust me))

The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!) - GallusRostromegalus

Honestly, Mokuba deserves to have a gun. And everyone else deserves to go absolutely Off The Fucking Rails. YuGiOh, but they're all appropriately feral little gremlins. Kind of a Reconciliation of the 4Kids Dub and the Horror-Comedy Manga, but mostly me wildly overthinking the setting and deciding to lean into the weirdness.

Shed Some of This Black Light to Surrounding Towns - arinrowan

What Yuugi wants is simple. He wants Izuku to get into Yuuei with him. He wants the rocket engines designed for KaibaCorp to work. He wants to launch his emotions about his father’s family into hyperbolic orbit. Unfortunately, Yuugi and his friends find themselves in the middle of a plot to manipulate the course of history that leaves him struggling to answer two very not simple questions. What does it cost to build the future? And who decides who pays?

The Legend of Zelda: Ten Thousand Year Elegy - winklepickers

ATLA

While Mighty Oaks Do Fall - WitchofEndor

High Sage Kenji blesses Fire Prince Zuko with the resilience of the reed, who bends in the wind and never breaks. When he is done, Fire Prince Ozai narrows his eyes, seemingly displeased by this blessing. But Kenji does not speak for himself; he is only a vessel. The newly-crowned Fire Lord Ozai offers his firstborn son to service in the temple. This turns out to be a catastrophic mistake.

Boomerangs and Rainbows - mindbending

At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow. In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.

Mountains and Badgermolehills - Glass_Onion

After the Blue Spirit frees the Avatar from the Pohuai Stronghold, Admiral Zhao captures Prince Zuko under suspicion of treason. Isolated from his Uncle and his crew, Zuko has only one ally: the chatty prisoner one cell over.

BNHA

You Ever Sabotage A Wedding? No?...Would You Like To? - All_five_pieces_of_Exodia

Izuku gets invited to Kacchan's wedding as the "Worst man". He thinks it's a joke. Or My story based off a post I saw on Tumblr: > Hot wedding idea, the worst man, it's his duty to try to prevent the wedding at all costs. > The best man and worst man engage in Spy Vs Spy shenanigans until the wedding is done.

That time I got reincarnated as a doomed side character - Gentrychild

Izuku wakes up in the recent light novel he read called “ My Hero Academia.” Unfortunately, he’s in the body of Midoriya Izuku, a minor character killed off early in the manga to motivate the main character Katsuki Bakugo on his Hero’s Journey. Izuku decides he’s going to do whatever it takes to stay alive in this stupidly deadly Isekai. Unfortunately, Izuku isn't aware that in the last novel of the series where the minor character who died is revealed as the main villain’s son All for One has relived his son’s death multiple times, unable to change the outcomes. But something has changed this time.

Locked In Digital - RogueDruid (Icarius51)

A day goes bad to worse for 14 year old Izuku Midoriya, as he wakes up trapped in a computer simulation with nine different Horror games. The only objective given by the madman who locked him in? Beat all nine games, or be deleted. A year later, a very different Izuku shows up at the Gates of UA to take the entrance exam What horrors has he faced?

Ill-Gotten Gains - ghostmaybite

When his father and Tomura start planning the USJ attack, Izuku makes a plan of his own. It’s simple, only four steps: 1. Steal Eraserhead’s quirk 2. Use it to kill All for One 3. Give Erasure back, hopefully 4. Go to jail, probably He’s prepared for the plan to fail at any time, but surprisingly, it’s not until step 4 that things fall through.

Shed Some of This Black Light to Surrounding Towns - arinrowan

#long post #fic recs #fandoms

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The first time Reuben sees Corey, it's from the windows of the coffee shop. Reuben is working his typical shift, a job of choice and not necessity, wiping counters. But when he looks up and catches a glimpse of an anxious figure outside the glass doors, he pauses. Corey is pacing back and forth quickly, though he unsteadily wobbles over from time to time from the motion, body no longer able to make quick movements without dizzy nausea.

Reuben watches him from the corner of his eye as he gets back to work- concerned, but not all too surprised. It wasn't exactly uncommon to see students pacing anxiously around here, being so close to the study hall- although typically it's around exam time, and not on a random weekend.

For four days, Corey is back at around the same time every day, pacing and stumbling and biting at his nails. Never trying to come inside. He makes a few close attempts, even grabbing the door handle once, before quickly changing his mind and retreating. Reuben becomes increasingly concerned each day, wondering if he should call someone to help the kid.

The next day, Corey finally makes the step to come inside. He doesn't pace or build up his courage, he immediately walks straight to the door and flings it open; he looks strung up, in a tight ball of stress, as he walks. Reuben looks up from the counter and smiles, relived the kid finally found some form of courage. But as soon as he goes to give a greeting- as soon as their eyes meet- Corey is retreating once again, practically running out the door and hitting the ends of multiple tables painfully in his hurry

Reuben thinks that will probably be the end of it, that the kid will find a different place or unfortunately just stop trying. But, surprisingly, he's back the next day. Corey doesn't pace, he simply opens the door, this time with his head down. He makes his way carefully over to the counter, avoiding eye contact, and waits for his time to speak

Reuben: Welcome in, what can I get for you hun?

Reuben says calmly, voice low and avoiding direct eye contact as to not scare the boy away

Corey takes a steadying breath and goes through his order one more time in his head before speaking. It was purposely simple, quick and easy for his first ever attempt ordering something away from the island

Corey: Sm-small co-cofee pl-please

Reuben: Alright

Reuben gives him a small smile, admiring the effort he seemed to be putting into this

Reuben: Can I get a name for the order?

Panic washes over Corey as his script dies. He didn't know they would ask that- he didn't know how this was supposed to work. Was he supposed to just stand here? But they wouldn't need his name for that. Was he supposed to leave? Would they call him? Was he supposed to sit at the booth to wait or was that for food? He can't order food from a public place he can't-

Corey breathes in sharply, trying to cool the panic, before quickly turning around and retreating. He's almost to the door when he stops, heart racing

Corey: I'm s-sor-sorry

Corey says with his back to the barista

Corey: I'll be beh-b-back tomorrow!

He quickly makes his retreat, Reuben left staring at empty doors. But, he'll be back tomorrow. And that still feels like progress.

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The next day, Corey is back as expected. He seems calmer this time, silently making his way inside and sitting at a booth instead of heading to the counter. Reuben smiles, grabbing a menu just in case and carefully walking over

Reuben: Welcome in, what can I get for you?

Corey looks up to the barista, 'Reuben' his name tag states

Corey: Sm-small diner coffee. Please.

He sounds a bit more sure this time, the order is still clearly rehearsed, but there's more of a sureness to it- like he had asked someone to make sure it was the right thing to say. Which, considering the slight change in order and behavior, Reuben thinks he must have. Ordering at the front for coffee to go, or for the study hall- ordering at the table for sit-in dining and diner coffee

Reuben: Sure thing- I'll leave this here in case you need it

Reuben slides the menu on the table, slightly off to the side so it wouldn't feel like a command

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He brings the coffee over, plated with a napkin and metal spoon, and sits it carefully in front of the now-customer

Reuben: If you need any fixin's, help yourself to the cart behind you

Reuben gestures to the coffee cart of creamers and sugars that rests against the counter, tucked in between the wall and the booth Corey was sitting in

Corey: ....thank you

Reuben smiles softly

Reuben: If you need anything, just wave me down. I'll be around.

He looks nervous, like he wants to say something, so Reuben waits a moment

Corey: Uhm. My...my name is Corey. I kn-know Bohan? A bit? He sa-said...he said you kn-know each-ch-chother and tha-a-at this wou-would be a good place to c-come for my sp-speech home-m- work.

Reubens face lights up

Reuben: Oh! Yes of course, Bohan is a big regular here- isn't he just the sweetest thing?

Corey makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a scoff, clearly knowing something Reuben didn't

Corey: uuuuh s-sure haha

He looks down, playing with the napkin in front of him

Corey: But I just wa-a-anted to say thank you, you were re-eally nice and p-p-patient with me even when I was be-eing weird.

Reuben laughs, lighthearted

Reuben: Well you're just a sweet thing too, aren't you? You're always welcome here when I'm around, no worries. Weird and all.

He starts making his way back to the counter, but looks at Corey one last time

Reuben: And tell Bohan he better get his butt back in here soon!

((Alternate version))

.........

But before he can make it completely out the building, he runs face first into Bohan, that music guy who was helping the tech lab carry in boxes. Corey tries to regain balance, wobbling back and forth unsteadily and head beginning to spasm from the impact.

Bohan: Woah man, are you ok? Where's the fire??

Corey: N-n- c-c ih-

Corey breathes in sharply, words not coming out right. He carefully makes his way over to the wall and slides down, holding his head so it stops shaking. Bohan joins him, cautiously sitting on the floor across from Corey and blocking the view of onlookers.

Bohan: ...should I be calling someone? Do you need a doctor?

Corey slowly shakes his head, still holding it firmly. He breathes in again, more slow and deliberate this time. After a few minutes of tense silence, the shaking stops. He carefully lifts his head to look at Bohan, who is patiently waiting with a surprisingly soft expression.

Corey: I'm s-s-orr-sorry. I'm f-fine-ne-now.

Bohan: Alright...

Corey goes to stand and Bohan gives him a hand up; it was a surprisingly easy gesture, as if this was a simple routine of friends and not almost-strangers.

Bohan: Was there...uhm- something you were running from? Am I gonna see big burly guys comically running through the halls after you?

Corey: Do you w-want to see b-big b-burly me-men?

Bohan scoffs, surprised, and smirks at the other.

Bohan: Well not if they're gonna pummel you.

Corey smiles back at him, a bit awkwardly. If Skylar was here, he could keep this conversation going. If Skylar was here, he'd make dirty jokes and distract the cute helpful concerned citizen so he didn't ask anymore questions. If Skylar was here....Corey would be standing off to the side. In the background. Not a part of the world. If Skylar was here- Corey wouldn't be making a connection with someone.

Corey: Ac-actually I was tr-try-ying to g-go to the caf-fé, but I chick-ck-ckened out.

Bohan glances to the clock on the wall, then back to Corey.

Bohan: It couldn't be crowded, could it? It's usually pretty dead at this time.

Corey: Empt-ty actually....

Bohan: And...the usual barista is in, right?

Corey: I th-think so...d-d-do you have it me-memorized?

Bohan: I'm. Uhm.

Bohans face goes red, very clear on his pail freckled skin.

Bohan: ...a big fan of coffee?

Corey gives him a small, skeptical look

Bohan: and I know the barista. Kind of. A bit. He's really nice. Like, way too nice probably. He's like the nicest person you'll ever meet. Just, you know, really...uh...

Corey: ....nice?

Bohan: Yep!

Bohans face goes impossibly redder

Bohan: What I mean is- if you're anxious about ordering or whatever, don't be. He won't bite your head off or whatever.

Corey looks unsure, scratching at his nails and avoiding the others eyeline

Bohan: What if I went with you? I was on my way anyway...maybe having a friend around would help?

Corey looks up at "friend", surprised. He quickly reminds himself that people here use that word a lot more loosely than on the island. It doesn't mean anything.

Corey: ...I cou-could try. I guess.

Bohan beams at him and puts his arm around Corey's shoulders, leading them back over to the shops doors

Bohan: Then- we're off!

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The door chimes and Reuben looks up to see Bohan, one of his regulars, with his arm around the anxious student from before. The two are talking amongst themselves animatedly (Bohan more so than his friend) and they look a lot more comfortable than before. The pair walk straight to the counter, the room basically empty with no line, and Bohan gives him a bright smile

Bohan: Heyyy Sammy! How's it been?

The anxious student looks at his name tag, confused, which has "Reuben" written in a clear font

Reuben: Quiet per usual- isn't it kind of nice? Everything's been on it's best behavior!

Bohan chuckles, taking his arm away from Corey to lean over the counter in a clear familiarity

Bohan: Even the foamer?

Reuben glares at the foam maker on the latté machine

Reuben: ....never the foamer.

He looks back, this time carefully glancing at Corey instead, trying not to startle him

Reuben: What can I get you two?

Bohan: Usual please~

He says with his head resting on his palm, staring almost dreamily at the barista. Corey suddenly understands why he's such a devoted regular

Reuben: ...and for you, love?

Corey takes a deep breath, willing his voice to work properly and hoping he doesn't embarrass himself

Corey: J-just a sm-small co-cofee pl-please.

Reuben gives him a small smile. The order was carefully spoken and very clearly rehearsed, but he felt a weird pride for the kid. His son was quite anxious too- not as much as this young man was, but enough to where he understood the struggle. He looks back to Bohan, who quickly changed his posture as if he wasn't staring

Reuben: Are you sitting in?

Bohan gives Corey a questioning look. Corey glances anxiously at the door, but steels himself; looking determined not to run away again

Corey: Yes pl-please.

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — CHP 02, PART3

previous part

contents: light cursing, your first name is KIWO—Y/N is a placeholder for your middle name or last, its your choice, gn!reader (so they/them prns)

CHILDES POV

“My god, Furi. Is it this one?” I say through the call, picking up a random book with an identical title.

Anyone who knows me can already tell I don’t have the patience for this kind of thing. The smell of bookshops are nice—but actually spending hours in this place makes me a bit annoyed.

I mean, you should atleast have a way to get the book you want immediately, right?

“No, no no. This can’t do… Quick, check the fiction area! There still might be a copy in the stands.” Furina panics, I can already imagine her pacing around the hotel room.

“Fine, but this is the last one. If we still can’t find it then i’m sorry—we’ll go tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright, deal. But if its out of stock i’m blaming you.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. I head over to the fiction section, phone still in hand.

“This one?” I flip the camera so she can see it, her voice immediately lights up.

“That! Exactly that one. Get it, I order you!” She squeals.

“Yeah, yeah I already am… Stop screaming, everyone can hear you!”

“Uh—excuse me please.” A voice says, right beside me.

“Oh, yeah sure. Sorry.” I back off immediately, going to the corner of the shelf.

Their hair is covering their face, purposely hiding their identity in a way. I don’t mean to be rude anyway. They steal glances from time to time, as if trying to make sure of something.

I realize that maybe what im wearing might be strange. All denim, ripped cloth, it’s not really their fashion here in Fontaine. Either way, its not that big of a deal. I get stares all the time.

“Thank you,” they whisper and I start to turn the other way. They reach for the fiction isle I was just in. “Have you seen any books on this table by any chance?”

They look at me. For a long time.

It makes me a little nervous.

“Um, yeah. You mean this right?” I show the book in-hand. Furina says something about not giving it away, but I dont listen and hang up the call immediately.

“Yeah. That one.” They say, looking back at the table and realizing there are no other copies left.

“Is this like a popular book or something? Everyone seems to be getting it.” I scan the book for any details why—I mean the cover isnt anything interesting at all. Just a fancy white and gold mask with feathers.

A chill R&B song plays in the shop’s speakers, filling the atmosphere with something playful.

“I mean a newspaper just recently covered it. This is just the collectors edition, so anyone who really liked the book or likes to collect would buy this.” They point at the book. “The unique thing about is that there are only a total of 500 prints. It makes that really rare.”

“So you must really want this, then?”

They nod once more.

“One of my favorite books of all time.”

“I see… Well you know my friend, Furi, she really wants this book and I—I didn’t know you needed this too.” I try to explain, “I mean im just assuming you want to buy it?”

“No, its okay. She can have it, I don’t mind.” They wave their arms, no.

Oh.

“Are you sure? Like, really?” I stutter.

I could just give it to them, I mean Furina wouldn’t mind—we’ll find another copy elsewhere.

“I swear, it’s really okay.”

“Im just, gonna go pay for this then. See you around…” I wait for them to say their name.

“Oh—well my name is Kiwo, or Y/N. I don’t mind which one you use.”

“Okay. See you then, Kiwo.”

I thought about saying my name, but that might just cause a problem for my managers.

So we settle for Kiwo instead.

What a pretty name though, Y/N.

#🌊 : hygtg #🎏 : my works

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 years

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Five Times Someone Mistook Roman And Remus (And One Time They Finally Met)

5. Janus and Patton

[1] [2] [3] [4] • [+1]

Word Count: 1361

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Dukexiety, pining Roceit, developing Logicality

Warnings: drunkenness, a fair amount of implied sexual context (the only character who actually has sex is sober), jealousy, did I mention drunkenness

~~~START~~~

“C’mon, Re, it’ll be fun!” Patton tried, poking the moping blanket burrito currently curled up on his couch.

“Nooooo!” The burrito whined.

“Virgil will be home tomorrow; it’s your birthday, let’s celebrate!”

The burrito didn’t react. Time for plan B.

“I need a wingman.”

“…fine.”

~~~

“Pleeeease, Logan?” Roman begged, pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

“Roman, I do not enjoy loud music or drunk people,” Logan waved him off, focusing instead on his tax forms or something — Roman wasn’t paying attention.

“You didn’t invite me to my own birthday party!”

“We sent Remy to find you, the fact that the man he brought back was not you is not my fault.”

“Gurl that’s why we’re going to the club!” Remy pointed out from where he was making himself a latte. “To make up for the party.”

“Besides,” Janus added, smirking. “Do you really trust us,” he motioned to himself, Remy, and Roman, “to go out unsupervised? Who knows what kind of trouble we might get into.”

“…you have a point. Fine, but you are all going with me to the opening of the planetarium next week.”

“Deal!”

“As long as they have coffee.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

“Excellent, then we shall go to the club tonight.”

~~~

In the end, Patton hadn’t needed Remus’s help to find a cute guy, but the last time he’d seen his friend, he’d looked like he was having fun.

Patton was having fun too; he was a few drinks in — just enough to be a little tipsy — and talking to the most specs-tacular man he’d ever seen. Said man was certainly more than a few drinks in, but the way he was drunkenly babbling about space was the most endearing thing Patton had ever seen.

“–and the photos from the James Webb Space Telescope! Have you seen them?”

“I don’t think so,” Patton smiled, flagging down the bartender for another drink.

“Wait, I have them on my phone,” the man — Logan — fumbled around in his pocket. “Here.”

Patton looked as Logan thumbed through the photos for him.

“They’re really pretty!”

“They’re more than pretty,” Logan stressed. “They’re stunning! They’re gorgeous! They’re– they’re… words’re hard.”

Logan picked up his glass, then glared at it as he found it to be empty.

“Here.” Patton placed the water he’d ordered in front of the other man. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol.”

Logan stared at the glass, then at Patton, his face completely unreadable.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said eventually. “As humans, one possible objective is to copulate, therefore would you like to procreate– copulate? Proculate… copreate?”

“Oh, sweetie,” Patton giggled. “You’re drunk. Did you come here with anyone? Do you need me to call you a cab?”

“I’m not drunk,” Logan insisted. “You’re drunk. I’m sober perfectly.”

“Okay,” Patton smiled, grabbing a pen that had been discarded on the bar. “Here’s my number, you can call me tomorrow if you still want to copreate. Do you have someone to take you home, or should I call you a cab?”

“Janus can cab,” Logan answered unhelpfully, though he was pointing at someone across the room.

“Is that Janus?” Patton asked, trying to figure out who Logan was pointing to.

“Yes.”

“Okay, upsy daisy, let’s go find Janus.”

Patton had to support most of his weight as Drunk Logan proved to have little control over his long limbs. They made it halfway through the crowd before a man materialized in front of them.

“How much have you had to drink?” The man demanded of Logan, ignoring Patton for the time being.

“Only a little bit. Me and Patton were talking about stars,” Logan answered. This did not seem to satisfy the man — presumably Janus.

“Logan, you drove us here!”

“I shouldn’t drive,” Logan answered. “We should taxi. We should taxi to Patton’s!”

“No, sweetie,” Patton cut in. “You should go home; you can call me tomorrow if you want.”

Logan pouted. Janus and Patton exchanged a commiserative glance, and then Patton was transferring Logan’s weight on to Janus.

“Thank you,” Janus said.

Patton just nodded before turning around and pushing through the crowd once more. It was about time for him and Remus to get going too… he just needed to find Remus.

He’d just turned to look in a different direction when someone bumped into him, sending him stumbling and causing his glasses to fall off. He got down on the ground to look for them, but just before he could reach them, a stray foot accidentally stepped on them.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry dude!” The man who’d stepped on his glasses apologized.

“No worries,” Patton waved him off tiredly as he collected the broken pieces — the lenses seemed to be intact, but the frames were bent. He sighed and stuffed the pieces into his pocket, he still had to find Remus.

~~~

This night was not going how Janus had imagined it.

First, Remy peeled off after the first round of drinks (which was to be expected), then Logan left to get another round and never returned (unexpected, but perfect for what Janus had planned), but then Roman spotted a hot guy across the room and left before Janus could get to the confession part!

After that he might have had another drink, or two, or three.

Maybe four.

His friends had yet to resurface, but Janus was in his drinking phase where he hated and resented everyone, so he didn’t care much.

Of course, then he’d spotted a drunk Logan being supported by a stranger and Bitter Janus turned into Mom-Friend Janus in an instant as he moved to intervene.

The stranger, it seemed, was trying to send Logan home, so Janus accepted his friend from him and dragged him back to the table he’d been wallowing at. Logan was drunker than Janus had ever seen him — if the excessive use of contractions and incorrect grammar were anything to go off of — but he’d still need to find Roman and Remy before he could take him home.

He pulled out his phone to text them, and found two missed texts from Remy from over an hour ago.

Hey babes, went home 😏🍆🍑

And then twenty minutes later:

Home safe. Being safe 😎💦

Well, that was one less person to worry about, now he just had to find–

“Snakey!”

Roman draped himself over Janus’s back, wrapping his arms securely around his waist.

“Hello, Roman. I wasn’t just looking for you,” Janus replied, trying — unsuccessfully — to dislodge the other man from his person.

“You’re funny,” Roman declared, obviously also extremely inebriated. “You’re like… like Dr. Trick-le and Mr. Lies!”

Roman laughed at his own terrible nickname, and Janus rolled his eyes fondly.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Soooo much,” Roman drawled, slowly transferring more and more weight onto Janus. “I gotta find him though.”

“Remy went home, Ro, you don’t need to find anyone. Can you walk on your own? I need to support Samuel Adams over here.”

“I gotta go home with–”

“I’m not letting you go home with someone while this drunk,” Janus cut him off quickly, fighting off the return of Bitter Janus. “I’m ordering an Uber and we’ll all go back to my place.”

Roman found this very funny for some reason, but Janus ignored his laughter and finally shook the man off. He grabbed Logan and began dragging him out of the club without looking back — though he knew Roman was following because he was still laughing.

He shoved Logan into the middle seat of the Uber once it arrived, and vehemently ignored the sharp pang he felt when he noticed that Roman was wearing a different shirt than he’d come in.

All he wanted to do was get home and sleep through the massive hangover he already knew he’d have, what Roman did and didn’t do with another man while they were at the club did not matter.

~~~

Remus was pretty drunk by the time Patton finally found him — a much harder task when he didn’t have his glasses — and he didn’t put up any fight as Patton dragged him out of the club and into a cab.

~~~END~~~

Virgil had to be removed from the situation, he’d see too much, he’d know

Janus: his shirt is different >:(

Also Janus: *doesn’t notice that all of his clothes are different and he has a mustache*

(They’ll kiss in the next part I swear)

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c-rose2081 · 2 years

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Starchild || 6. Understandings

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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“…you said WHAT to Mr. Lee?”

Eliza’s jaw dropped as she stared up at Zed from her laptop. The two were currently standing on Eliza’s porch, making use of their last day off before the week began, “Zed, do you have any brains in that head!?”

“I know! I know, but I was panicking. He would’ve suspected something if Addy just showed up out of nowhere…”

“She did show up out of nowhere!” Eliza snarled, “what were you thinking! You’re his favorite football player Zed, he’s going to tell Principle Lee that you have a girlfriend from Eastside!”

“I know…”

“That woman is OCD as heck. She’s probably already freaking out about her transfer students missing paperwork.”

“Ah, but that’s why you’re here,” Zed announced, “you can hack anything. Just…do some geeky magic and boom, A-ddison’s in!”

“Zed…”

“Come on, you’re the smartest Zombie I know. Pretty please with brains on top?”

“Zed, oh my god stop,” Eliza groaned, giving his chest a shove, “the paperwork isn’t the biggest problem. She still has to take the Seabrook entrance exam — I can’t fake that when Lee oversees any and all testing. She’ll know she hasn’t seen A-ddison before.”

“We’ll just say Addy was sick that day or something. Lee loves me, I’m sure she’ll make an exception just this once.”

“But what about you protecting Addy from the z-patrol, huh? Seabrook High is the last place A-ddison should be in order to stay on the down low. This town has a hive mind, the whole school will know you have a ‘girlfriend’ by tomorrow. They probably already do; surprised I haven’t seen anyone with binoculars around.”

“That’s the beauty of it though,” Zed insisted, clapping his hands together, “hiding in plain sight. The z-patrol is looking for an Alien intruder, not a student. I’ll take Addy out today, show her around and get her used to the new skin. Then she’ll be more comfortable with the real thing tomorrow.”

“You stayed up all night thinking about this, didn’t you?” Eliza assumed as Zed bobbed his head excitedly, tapping her laptop with a finger.

“We just need those transfer papers to make it legit. Come on, Eliza, I never ask for anything.”

“That is such bull…”

“Pweease?” Zed begged, leaning on his best friend as she shoved him with a laugh.

“Alright, alright, get off me you stupid lug. I’ll take care of the papers. But when this goes sideways, just remember that…”

“I told you so, yeah, yeah. You’re the best, Lizzy!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“See you later!”

Zed jumped to his feet, avoiding another swat from Eliza’s hand as he sashayed back across the street. Leaping onto the porch, Zed backtracked as he passed the window. Zoey had dragged the mirror out of her room, and A-ddison was checking her reflection in it. Compared to yesterday, she looked much more comfortable in her disguise, but still pulled at the bottom hem of her skirt, and ran her hand a few times over her scalp to flatten her antennae.

Glancing down at himself, dirty and worn in an old varsity jacket with patchwork all over it, Zed grimaced and patted invisible dust off himself. He then ran a hand across the shaved side of his head, tracing the lightning bolt pattern buzzed into his temple and smoothing out his hair into its signature point. He was cool; the ultimate cool. Zombie shag was totally in…right?

“You got this,” Zed mumbled to himself, pulling his jacket to make it straighter, “you are a handsome, charming Zombie. Ok. Go.”

Pivoting, Zed entered the house. He strode to A-ddison’s side where she was still looking at herself in the mirror and spoke: “hey, you look great.”

Zed groaned as a flying fist made contact with his face. Addy gasped in surprise, bringing both hands to her mouth as her sapphire gaze widened in panic.

“Zed! You startled me!”

“Owww,” he mumbled, pushing the bridge of his nose back into place while chucking, “you pack quite a punch for such a small size.”

“Sorry,” A-ddison groaned, ghosting the flat of her hand against his cheek, “did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m good,” shaking out his shoulders, Zed stood up straighter and opened his arms, “no harm done. Perfect, see?”

“Almost,” A-ddison giggled, pursing her lips, “stand still, I can fix it.”

Zed did as he was told, having to lean down in order to give the Alien access to his face. A-ddison’s hands come to brace his nose as she gently moved it back to where it belonged, her expression that of intense (adorable) focus. Her palms were freezing — as though she had just held them in a freezer for ten minutes — yet it made Zed’s entire chest burn with heat, “that’s better,” she announced, dipping her head in acceptance of her work, “that’ll do just fine.”

“Heh, right,” Zed mumbled, rubbing his nose with a palm as to return feeling to it, “You uh, you do look amazing, though. Are you feeling better?”

“I think so,” A-ddison shrugged, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger, “do you really think this’ll work? I mean, I feel a bit…strange…wearing it.”

“I know, but it’s not forever. And you do look the part; like a former Eastside Cheerleader should. No one will suspect a thing.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Zed,” A-ddison sighed, turning back to the mirror and pulling at her dress hem again, “I just feel like I’m missing something.”

“Maybe a little color wouldn’t hurt? Girls dye their hair sometimes,” Zed suggested, “I do kinda miss the blue?”

“Hm,”

Zed hung both thumbs through his belt loops as Addy furrowed her brows. And, the next blink, her appearance had once again changed. The ends of her blonde curls were now turquoise; like the night she had landed on Earth, “that’s a little better,” A-ddison mused, “it’ll have to do for now. What do you think of it?”

“It’s perfect,” Zed insisted, extending a hand for his new friend to take, “come on, I’m excited to get out of this house for a bit.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing your town, as well, Zed,” Addy agreed, accepting his palm. Her grip was light, and the skin was smooth against his own coarse football player hands. Zed worried for a second that no one would actually believe they were dating — she was so far out of his league it wasn’t even funny, “my Great One spoke so fondly about Earth and it’s many colors. Our Mothership is streamlined for maximum efficiency, but doesn’t leave much room for intrigue.”

“Did you just plan to buzz by Earth in your ship?” Zed wondered, opening the front door for A-ddison to exit first, “it’s a big world out there; hardly something you can explore with just a flyby.”

“It is a beautiful planet from space,” A-ddison sighed dreamily, “so many colors, and clouds, and the vast ocean across so much of it. Really, it is an extraordinary planet you have. But I wasn’t ever planning to land…”

“No, you crashed.” Zed pointed out as A-ddison dropped her head in embarrassment, giving him a shove and sniffle of indigence.

“I am very aware of that little factoid, thank you, Zed.”

“I’m just teasing,” Zed chuckled, guiding A-ddison down the steps of his house and into the street, “so, this is Zombietown. My hood. A little run down, a little dirty, but hey, it’s home.”

A-ddison nodded, glancing around at all the different houses and colorful things to see. She than glanced upwards, using a hand to shield her eyes from the sun above.

“This must be your great star,” she mused, “it provides you heat and light?”

“Yep. Though I wouldn’t look directly at it,” Zed insisted, using a hand to tilt A-ddison’s head down and away from burning out her eyes.

“How fascinating. Not many planets sit in the a zone perfect for habitation. Most stars just burn up whatever is on a planets surface. I’ve seen many that can be considered close, but none quite so lovely.”

“Right. If you’ll just follow me? We’ll head to the gate into Seabrook, maybe get some lunch.”

“Lunch is the midday meal, right?” A-ddison confirmed, “the one in the middle.”

“Give the girl a prize, she’s got it!” Zed laughed, nodding his head as they walked. As they did, he was sure to look around. Those on the street were watching them intently. A few seemed nonchalant, after all seeing humans visiting zombies in Zombietown wasn’t taboo anymore. But others — most of the female variety — were whispering amongst one another. Eliza’s warning about gossip rung in his ears.

“Zed?”

“Hm, yeah? Wassup?”

“I notice that your people here are…genetically linked? Is that right?”

“Uh,” Zed blinked in confusion, and A-ddison stopped walking to point out what she meant.

“Your pallor appearance, dark eyes, and uniquely tinted hair? It’s all very similar. This has to do with genetics passed down from parent to child; my people are the same. Are all humans born this way and perhaps grow out of it to look like this?”

Addy motioned to her human disguise in confusion. Zed blinked, thought for a moment, and then instantly wanted to hit himself in the face.

“A-ddison I’m so sorry,” he groaned, “I forgot to tell you an important detail about me. Uh. I — as in, me, my sister, and my dad — are Zombies.”

“Zombies?”

“Yes. So, there was an accident at the Seabrook power plant over 50 years ago, and humans who inhaled toxic fumes from the accident turned into…well, us. Zombies.”

“You’re a mutation?” A-ddison wondered, brows furrowing, “so, there are multiple species of you on this planet?”

“Well, yes and no. Humans are what Zombies came from; and yeah it’s basically a mutation. When the humans affected by the smoke got sick, they got violent and wanted to eat human flesh and brains.”

“Really? But you aren’t anything like a wild predator,” Addy frowned, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s the z-band that keeps us from eating brains,” Zed told her, lifting his arm to show off the metallic watch, “this little thing gives off soothing electromagnetic pulses, that subdue the ‘must eat brains’ urge we are all born with. It changed our lives.”

“I see. Are there other mutations too?”

“Yes. But it’s not the same type of thing? We have creatures called Werewolves in Seabrook too, but no one really knows where they came from.”

“Werewolves. Wolves are of the canine genus, so they are…dog creatures?”

“Basically,” Zed shrugged as they continued walking, A-ddison both exploring her environment, as well as their current topic of conversation, “so you know what a dog is. Imagine taking some of those cool traits like fangs, and hearing, and great sense of smell and putting that into a human.”

“Sounds more like a horrible experiment to me,” A-ddison winced, “are they also predatory?”

“Yep. Werewolves are natural hunters, and eat a lot of meat. They are also very protective of their own, so be careful if you meet one. Oh! And they are super protective of their powersource called the Moonstone, so don’t ever go near the old Power Plant, or touch a Werewolf necklace, ok?”

“Right. Got it. Humans, Zombies, and Werewolves. And…Shrimp?”

“And shrimp,” Zed chuckled, “alrighty, here’s the z-gate. And just across that way is the rest of Seabrook. This is where most of the regular Human’s hang out.”

A-ddison, for what it what worth, said nothing outright. But it was obvious to Zed what was going through her mind. She paused under the gate’s main archway, glancing from one side to the other. Her face crumbled into an expression Zed couldn’t quite make out. It was either foreign to him as an earthling, or Addy couldn’t quite decide what she wanted to feel in that moment. But she understood the disparity between the sides without him even having to say it, and that made his heart hurt.

He had tried so hard to make things better; and they were! The border was open, and Zombie and Werewolf integration were real. But the trust wasn’t there — the tension was ever lingering. One misstep by any Monster would result in them back behind an electric fence with nothing to eat but scraps.

“…I’m sorry,”

Zed glanced down at A-ddison, who had finally settled on what looked to be some form of guilt. Remembering she was a telepath, Zed shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Did you read my mind?” He asked, “I wish you wouldn’t without asking me…”

“I didn’t have to,” Addy whispered, “I understand what it feels like to be an outsider. You don’t have to hide it from me.”

“But your people are harmonious, aren’t they?”

“Yes. But any harmony comes at a price. My people used to have a planet to call home; but it was destroyed by climate strife. Before the Great Epoch — uh, the great destruction of our world — our species was highly advanced, but hardly diverse.”

“Oh?” Zed wondered, kicking a piece of gravel with a shoe, “what happened?”

“When a New One was born…strange, or different, they were taken to a grand council who decided it’s fate. If it was determined that the child was too different — a possible threat to harmony and perfection — the council put it to death, as to preserve only the most perfect of our kind.”

“What?” Zed breathed, brows rising, “that’s horrible.”

“It was how my people stayed strong for hundreds and thousands of years. But then, after the destruction, those who were able left on the Mothership and went searching for a new home. They realized quickly that if the killing of New One’s continued on as it was, our people would sooner die. But even with differences in us, the mindset never changed. Those born different in comparison to others often found themselves…demeaned, or humiliated. I was lucky to be protected by my Great One, who was a Scout, and my Older One, who is Captain.”

“It still happened though right? Even with all that protection?”

“Of course,” A-ddison confirmed, “it is not easy to find yourself on the precipice of difference. I was not fully strange — my Alien heritage is true and pure as you’ve seen.,” A-ddison motioned to the human side of the barrier with a hand, “but I was also born here, on Earth, to human parents who I only know through stories and dreams. I knew nothing about my culture until much later than my peers. They mocked me for my ignorance, and my lateness to grow into my attributes,” Addy motioned to the Zombie side of the fence, “and so, I’ve spent most of my life here, in the center,” Addy pointed to the ground where they now stood, balanced between the two worlds, “never being here nor there; mocked but protected from harm. I know the difficulties which come with not belonging, Zed, or to have others not want you to belong. It’s not something you need to shield me from.”

“That…is really good to know, actually.” Zed choked out, winded by the understanding Addy just dropped on his head. He was so used to people cringing away from the idea of his home. Trying to be kind, but still lifting their noses at the idea of how Zombies lived since the explosion. And yet here was A-ddison, on Earth for two days and somehow not just understanding his z-fam’s struggles, but also his own which he hadn’t even fully shared.

Blinking out of his thoughts, A-ddison was no longer staring at him. Instead, she had crossed onto the human side of Seabrook and was taking a visual look around. She really did fit in quite well, and Zed had no doubts that Principle Lee would absolutely love her.

“Come on, let’s go find something to eat.”

And so Zed took Addy by the wrist, guiding her through Seabrook just as he had Zombietown. He explained the towns history as best as he could, told her how cars and busses worked (which she found rather old fashioned), and sat her down on a bench to take in a view of the ocean while he bought them both one of the best foods to ever be invented: the churro.

“It’s so beautiful out here, Zed,” A-ddison sighed as he sat down beside her, “the air smells so…strange, yet so comforting.”

“It’s salt,” he explained, causing A-ddison to blink.

“Is it really? Your water is salty?”

“Not all of it; here, you’ll like this.”

Zed handed over a churro, watching A-ddispn take it curiously.

“That’s an odd shape for lunch,” she admitted to him, causing him to snort in humor, “what is it?”

“A churro. It’s…well, you liked pancakes right?”

Addy nodded hesitantly.

“You’ll love this even more. Just take a bite, I promise it’s not going to kill you.”

Addy pouted, crossed her legs, and took a bite with her eyes closed. They popped open only a second later, wide and glistening.

“That’s so good, oh my galaxies,” she breathed, “Zed, what is that?”

“That would be cinnamon sugar. And I think I’ve just made a very big mistake introducing you to it,”

Zed rubbed the back of his neck as A-ddison finished her snack faster than she could change, even going as far as to lick her fingers and squeal a bit.

“Come on. I want to show you the school before tomorrow. We can’t go in, but I can kinda explain to you how things are gonna work…hopefully.”

“Will there be more churros there?” A-ddison wondered, “can we get another one?”

“Maybe. But let’s do this first, kay?”

“Yes. Right,” Addy shook her head, “on a mission.”

Her seriousness made Zed laugh again as the pair walked side by side, strolling down the street at an easy pace. Despite trying not to focus on it too much, Zed knew people were beginning to notice them. The whispers weren’t as quiet to his zombie ears as they probably thought, and he even heard a shutter click somewhere behind them.

They were just approaching the intersection in front of the school when it all went wrong. A-ddison stiffened up next to him, and her head twitched slightly to one side.

“Addy?”

She didn’t answer. The Alien shot from his side in a second, pounding into a crosswalk towards an unsuspecting girl. Zed knew they were going to collide, but couldn’t do much but stand there and watch. To his astonishment though, just as A-ddison took the poor girl to the ground in an impressive tackle, skidding across the pavement on their hands in knees, a cart came barreling down the hill at a blinding speed.

Had Addy not been there, the other girl would’ve gotten struck at the speed of a car. Running towards the scene, people had already begun to gather. There was a flicker of blue as A-ddison struggled to hold her disguise, cringing as she opened her badly scratched up palms.

“You totally just saved my life,” the stranger rasped in shock as Zed extended a hand out to her, heaving her back to her feet.

“Are you both ok?” He asked, “Addy?”

“That hurt,” she admitted, waving her hands with a wince of pain, “sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you over.”

“I think I would’ve been worse off if you weren’t here,” the other girl admitted, picking up a few things which she had dropped upon hitting the sidewalk.

“Here Addy, let me see your hands,” Zed insisted, pulling A-ddison’s palms to him as she cringed, “just some scratches, we can wash those. You’re ok?”

“Fine, Zed,” she nodded, “a little winded.”

“We’ll skip school then and head back, alright? Maybe stay in for a little bit.”

“That sounds good,” A-ddison agreed, “can we get another churro on our way back?”

“Absolutely,” Grinning, Zed pulled the girl closer to him as he turned to their company, “hey, you go to Seabrook too, right?”

“Zed the Zombie recognizes me?” She whispered in awe, “uh, yes! Yes, I do. Sorry, my name is Bree. I’m not used to celebrities recognizing me.”

“Yeah, I do know you! You take music classes with my friend Bonzo. Well, I’m Zed — you know me already obviously — and this is my girlfriend Addison. She’s transferring in tomorrow.”

“Hello,” Addy waved her hand, which was red from the pavement, “sorry again for that. I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Yeah, of course. I owe you big time, Addison. Maybe tomorrow we can meet up at lunch? I’ll buy you a smoothie or something.”

“I…yeah, that would be wonderful, Bree. Thank you.”

“Great! I’ll see you both around school, then?”

“Yep. Bye, Bree.”

Zed guided A-ddison by the shoulders back down the street, shielding her with his body from onlookers who were standing around. Only when they were absolutely alone did Zed speak again. “How’d you do that?”

“Vibrations,” Addy told him simply, “I can feel them in my antennae. I knew something was coming down the hill, and that Bree wasn’t moving to avoid it.”

“You know, you probably just made your very first friend on earth who isn’t me?”

“That’s silly,” Addy scoffed as they passed through the z-gate, new churros still in hand, “Bree was just appreciative. She probably won’t even remember my name tomorrow.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. You just made a friend all by yourself. A kinda unorthodox way to do it mind you, but I bet you two will be besties in no time.”

“Besties?” A-ddison puzzled as Zed laughed, opening the front door for her to enter.

“I just know you’re going to love school tomorrow, A-ddison,” he announced, “I can feel it.”

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OC Kiss Week - Food (LyraXNoel)

This is late, but a surprise week long visit from mother-in-law and other factors have had me scrambling to do these. This one turned out really good though! Here's your first taste of some of the main characters in my book to be released in October, Made to Taste!

The hustle of working in her kitchen was nothing new, but Lyra was having difficulty keeping up tonight. Her hands flew over dish after dish as she added her usual special touches, yet she continued to disappear after about every fifth one. Her scarlet heels were kicked off in favor of a pair of folded up flats she kept in an otherwise unused drawer in the crowded room. As she wiped some sweat off her brow, Noel tapped on her shoulder and passed a glass of ice water into her hand when she turned.

“Oh, thanks,” Lyra mumbled. The drink was sublime and soothed all the way down her parched throat. The glass was held to her forehead. Condensation fell and blended in with her own perspiration.

“You should take a break. You’ve been in here all night long. You know I got this by now.”

“I do.” She smiled warmly and took another sip before she could speak. “You’ve proven yourself well over the last year. That’s why.”

The mischievous allusion flew right over his head as Rosie jumped up into the serving window from the other side. Her sing-songy tone had dropped as usual around the end of shift, but she was just as light on her feet as ever. Lavender buns were coming a tad undone over her pointed ears. Lyra stood to go warn her, but her legs wobbled and leaned her back against the counter by force.

“I got this one,” Noel said.

“No, really. It’s fine.”

“Stay,” he insisted.

She watched his ice blue hair disappear from the slit of a view to the dining room. The door stopped its sway and banged back into place over the most annoying loose board in her restaurant. She had to get back to it, so with a groan of effort Lyra raised herself back to full height and returned to work.

With the workday winding down and only that last order on her to-do list, Lyra called an early close and sent Noel to the front with Rosie to keep him preoccupied with her gossip. Sheryl had to head out for her father’s sake, so she was left plenty of space to finish up dishes. However, Noel eventually noticed how the place began to carry a sweeter scent. Her hands stopped when she heard him mention it to Rosie, but she played it off as well as Lyra could have asked for. Having a best friend with so many sugar hungry fae siblings had a perk or two. She’d get some actual cookies by the dozen for it tomorrow, if she still had feeling in her wrists at least.

The last ring of the front doorbell signaled their patron had left. Rosie waved farewell not long after as Lyra peeked through the serving window and yelled for her to have a good rest. That only left the two, her and Noel. Her ears burned as she tried to hide a cloche with her back, but she was far too thin for that with how Noel’s eyes trailed straight to the silver glint.

“What’s this?”

Well, she was going to tell him anyway. Even if it wasn’t optimal now, no way to go but forward.

“It’s, uh, a gift for you.”

“A gift? Feel like you barely let me do a thing tonight. What would I need a gift for?” He huffed and slumped into the stool by the sink. All black clothing swallowed him up like a void while he flipped a bit of shadow between his fingers. That pout was enough to crush her.

“I thought you deserved a bit of a break. After all, you’ve taken over multiple times over the last year when I’ve been ill.”

“Ill?” He scoffed. “You mean hurt.” His eyes closed as the shadow grew in his palm, but then it closed and the lump dissipated into wisps, then nothing.

“Yes, hurt,” she whispered. The topic was sensitive. Not a great place to go when she meant to be romantic. No, she put too much effort into making this a surprise.

The cloche was removed to let the salty, savory scent of nacho cheese out into the room first, but the sweet undertones followed and wrinkled up his nose with confusion. Surprise, confusion, she’d take it.

The chair leaned back and careened back onto all four legs as he jumped up with a thump. He shrugged up his shoulders, as if stalking the plate like a hunter.

“You don’t need to be so tight,” Lyra said.

“You made me…cheese fries?” He swiped one to try. Once the soft crunch of the crinkle cut potato gnashed between his teeth and spread gooey cheese and mined peppers and onions along his tongue, he hummed. “Tastes just like the first you made me.”

“Right on the money.” Lyra beamed and held another soaked fry close to his lips. He licked the cheese off slowly while making direct eye contact, causing her to drop the fry to the floor with a heavy flush of her cheeks.

“Why’d you go and hide this then?” He chuckled.

“W-Well,” she rasped, “It’s been a year. A year to the day has gone by since I hired that beat up guy at my restaurant who couldn’t even hardly pay for some regular fries.”

“And yet you made a supreme platter with the works out of them along with a whiskey sour and gave them free of charge, like a madwoman.” Noel crunched into another, salivating over the delicate mix of textures and spice. There was a burger sat onto the tray as well that drew his eye. Even for her, the composition looked too perfect.

“I gave them because you needed it. This place has always been meant to be a haven for our kind, and you aren’t the only free meal I’ve given out. But, the point here is…” Lyra paused and ran her hands over one another. They were dry and cracked from the winter cold. Even when she fed regularly, winters were hard for her kin.

Noel paused his feast to grab both her hands and shake his head. His piercing powder blue eye and constant void of the other stared through her own until she had to duck away in shame.

“I thought you said you were getting blood from Jasper lately.”

“I um… I did. Once, at least, I did. I got distracted here lately. It’s been so nice to be back at work again.”

“Lyra.” His eyes narrowed. That simple namecall was enough to make her heart race, but he added more heat with his fingers tugging gently through the red waves of her matted hair. “You should have just asked me. You know you can feed from me anytime.”

“I know! But, since your incident… You’ve been a touch averse to seeing your own blood. I wanted to give you time to heal.”

“You think seeing you starve is gonna help?”

“I’ve lasted without before,” she argued.

He held her hands up to her face. The bits of flaking skin and the off color of her skin were beginning to really show. Lyra frowned.

“Seeing you hurt is worse for me.” Noel’s voice went low, almost husky as a bit of shadow skirted his lips and slipped back between into his mouth. He groaned and bit to vanish it like the rest. Her back arched over the counter as he leaned her back nose to nose. The beating of her heart and his were all she could hear, the call of his blood to her as her own cried out.

She was weak to it where once she’d been so resilient. Noel was to blame. Decades of abstinence from blood, yet her fangs suck into his freely exposed neck as the butterscotch flavor suffused her with the same energy as the real thing. The rush of adrenaline and nutrients made her body sag in relief. A bit too fast, as Noel failed to catch her and they both sank to the floor together. He’d grabbed a handful of his gift, as she heard him feeding as she did. A chuckle caught too deep in her throat to hear aloud, but the sucking and soft growls were just theirs. Their little secret.

Noel rubbed at her back with his clean hand until she finished. He was weaker, more pallid, but his smile was free and light. He reached for a dish towel to clean off the bit of blood still running before it reached his shirt, then the cheese from his fingers, or what wasn’t licked off at least. Lyra was still in a rosy haze as he stood with some support from the counter. That burger looked damn good now. He licked his lips and Lyra looked up just in time to watch him take a big bite, but he noticed too late her eyes were wide with horror.

What was expected to be a needed boost of protein invaded his mouth with clay texture followed by the soft give of cake, then more clay that was so sweet his tongue became a sticky, terrible mess as he tried to chew and not spit.

“It’s a cake! I thought it would be cute to make a cake to celebrate and go with the fries! Oh dear…” Lyra clasped her hands over her mouth. His face said it all, but he managed to swallow. Suddenly, pealing laughter erupted from him so hard he had to hold his stomach.

“Don’t make it look that goddamn good then! Putting a cake next to actual food? Lyra! That’s villainous!”

“It was supposed to be cute! You didn’t give me a chance to warn you!”

The laughter went on for a full three minutes before it began to subside. Lyra had been helped to her feet and set on the stool to give time so her feeding could kick in. Noel went back to snacking on the fries as the cake burger lay untouched.

“Was it that bad?” Lyra asked.

“I wouldn’t say bad, but unexpected. We can share it with the others tomorrow.”

Lyra nodded. She’d bask in the shame until then. Her ears were still burning as he tucked back some of her hair.

“Hey,” he whispered close and warmed her by a few more degrees.

“Yes?”

His answer was a swift kiss, so soft and sudden she’d nearly mistaken his intention before he leaned in to make it known. Shadows at his back were the last she saw as her eyes shut, then their heated grasp wrapped around her as an embrace. Her arms were entangled, but even they couldn’t tell which was the hunter now. Her fangs still glistened with blood and leaked iron into their kiss. His void threatened to pull her into a bliss she wouldn’t wish to leave.

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Spider-Mark: Love Lost

Mark Lee x gn!reader

non-idol au, somewhat inspired by NCIT House

Description: Mark Lee, Y/N's best friend (and crush) and perfect student at NCIT.

Spider-Man, Ncity's most admired hero once strange creatures and mad scientists start making frequent appearances. Living two lives is hard for Mark, but it's about to become harder when things go downhill with Y/N after a creature attacks. Can he save them before it's too late?

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Y/N and Mark arrive at the scene of the party and Johnny walks over to join them. "Hey glad to see you!" Johnny puts an arm around Mark's shoulders.

"You too." Mark replies to Johnny before the three all walk in to the half standing frat house that the party is being thrown in.

Y/N immediately walks ahead of the two guys and approaches the makeshift bar, ordering a drink before the two friends can even catch up. They then start drinking the drink as the two approach.

"Y/N, don't get too drunk, you have class tomorrow." Mark said, concerned for them.

"I know, I know." Y/N replied, trying to hide the dissapoint in their voice.

As the party went on, Y/N had some more drinks, the trio hung out together, and then Mark suddenly got up. "Hey uh, I gotta go now, science club stuff..." He didn't wait for a response before jogging away and out of the party.

Y/N let out a sigh as a single tear slipped from their eye. Johnny's expression then switched to concern. "What's wrong Y/N?"

"I uh..." They let out another sigh, trying to figure out the best way to word this explanation. "I wanted tonight to finally be the night I confess to him."

"Can't you still do that another time?" Johnny asked in response.

"No... I intentionally drank more than usual hoping it would give me the courage to do so." Y/N replied back as they sighed once again before downing the rest of the cup they had. "I guess it was just never meant to b-"

Before Y/N could finish that last word, a loud crash was heard from the remaining part of the upper floor of the house. Then screams rang out as people who were upstairs came running down, causing everyone on the ground floor to also go evacuate. After Johnny and Y/N made it outside they turned and looked to see a creature that resembled that of a deranged oversized hawk, but human sized. Before they could react though, the panicked crowd ran through them and Johnny got dragged off from Y/N, their yells to each other being drowned out by all the other sound.

Y/N looked back again to find the creature focused right on them. They let out a scream as they turned to run but the creature flew at them and grabbed their arm. Another scream, this one clearly pained, came out of Y/N before the creature was suddenly knocked off them and next thing they knew, someone had grabbed them and they were flying through the air.

Once Y/N was set down in an alley, they looked up to see the one and only, Spider-Man, or at least, they thought they did. The alcohol was making Y/N question their judgement though. Until he spoke.

"Hey are you okay?" The masked man asked Y/N as they looked down at their arm to see the damage done.

"I don't think so..." They said, seeing that the creature's talons had ripped through their arm and the alcohol was making their blood loss happen faster.

"Uh... Hold on." Spider-Man said, taking Y/N's arm to examine it before making them a bandage out of web. "This should help for now, but I'd suggest proper treatment when you get the chance.

"Thank you!" Y/N said, wide eyed as they were still taking in what was happening to them.

"No problem." The man said. "But I need to go take care of that, wait for me here okay? I'll check back up on you again after."

"Alright." Y/N replied, still clearly shaken up, as Spider-Man swung back off to deal with that. They then pulled out their phone and texted Johnny to come to where they're at.

When Johnny arrived he ran over to Y/N and started examining them up and down. Then he came across the spiderweb bandage. "What the-?"

"Spider-Man saved me!" Y/N replied excitedly. "He did this to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. Cool isn't it?"

"There is no way you saw Spider-Man." Johnny said in disbelief.

"Why do you say that?" A sudden voice said, startling Johnny, who turned around to see where it came from, and against his expectations, it was the masked hero everyone in the city loves.

"WOAH! IT REALLY IS HIM!" Johnny exclaimed in shock and excitement.

"Told you!" Y/N says, trying to move their arm to punch the air, but the wound reminding them they can't. "Ow."

Y/N looked down at their arm to see the blood now seeping through the web. "Damn blood thinning drinks."

"You shouldn't have drank that much Y/N." Johnny sighed, before removing his jacket and tearing a sleeve off to tie around their arm.

"I really shouldn't have." Y/N sighed and leaned back against the brink wall of the building behind them. "It ended up being worthless anyway since he didn't stay."

"I hate to be nosey but, what do you mean?" The masked webslinger suddenly spoke up.

Y/N opened their mouth to tell him not to worry about that but then Johnny interrupted. "They wanted to confess their crush on their friend Mark to him, but he left the party we were at early. Then Y/N went from drinking for confidence to drinking for sorrow."

"JOHNNY! THAT WAS PERSONAL!" Y/N exclaimed as they raised their good arm this time to slap him.

The man in the mask let out a nervous laugh. "Well, I will leave you two alone then before he exposes any more of your secrets now. I've got to go look over the city!" He then shot out a web and swung away, leaving the two friends alone to make their way back to their respective living quarters.

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allie-scribbles · 2 years

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Harder to Hold [7]

Tags/Warnings: the slowest of burns, death of a character, grieving, alcoholism/bad drinking habits, unhealthy coping mechanisms, injuries

Chapter Index

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The next few weeks passed quickly. Jess and the rest of Black Squadron had been sent out on a few small missions, nothing out of the ordinary. All it really meant was that in addition to your usual work, you were busy trying not to worry about her. And, apparently, Poe.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself with work, Poe was always at the back of your mind. You did your best to keep him there, you really did. But you found you couldn’t help it. You were desperate for his missions to go smoothly, and you wished it was because you cared about what their successes meant for the Resistance as a whole. If you were honest with yourself, though, it was because you were almost certain Poe felt he had no one to lean on when things went south. You feared that the next time something happened, it might break him for good.

So far, your worry had been unfounded. Black Squadron always came back, and each time they did you were rewarded with the usual crushing hug and performance notes from Jess. The new addition that threw you for a loop, however, was the small smile and wave Poe never failed to give you as he left the hangar. He never had time to stop and talk, but you were glad that was the case. You didn’t want him to see the stumbling mess you became around most people when you were sober, didn’t want him to know that the Y/N he had met weeks ago wasn’t the real Y/N. That she was an illusion fueled by alcohol, grief, and moonlight.

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Your fear became reality one morning when they came limping back to base, battered and bruised. It should have been a simple mission to get information on the First Order’s movements: observe from a distance, then report back. But somewhere along the line it had gone horribly wrong… the details were muddy, but all you knew was that a skirmish had happened near a small, previously unknown outpost. The squadron had gotten away safely with no major injuries, but a few civilians had gotten caught in the crossfire.

The ships, however, weren’t in as good shape as their pilots. You had your hands full as soon as they got back, repairing the damage on Jess’ ship as well as helping out a few others with their work. The day passed in a whirlwind of grime, sweat, and cussing. Even Bruiser was busy, rolling across the hangar frantically, lending a hand to whoever needed it.

It was late by the time you were finally able to head back to your bunk. The work wasn’t done, but if you didn’t get some sleep you wouldn’t be able to actually fix anything correctly. You turned to Bruiser as you arranged your tools on your workbench, sighing. “Hell of a day, huh bud? Ready to turn in?”

Bruiser beeped and booped that he planned on staying up most of the night running tests, and that he would just charge up in the hangar tonight, not wanting to wake you when he did finish.

You smiled fondly at him, and bent down to give him a hug. “You don’t have to do that, B… it can wait till tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” It made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort - It’s power was at 68%, and would be just fine thank you. But you, on the other hand, looked like you needed to sleep for a year.

“Wow, you sure know how to flatter a girl, B.” you tease the droid. Knowing you couldn’t convince him otherwise, you gave him a last pat and said goodnight. He nudged your knee affectionately, and sped off to work.

Standing up, you stretched your aching body. All you wanted to do was collapse in bed, but you forced yourself to grab some clean clothes and a towel before heading down the hall to the communal ‘freshers to wash up. The last thing you needed to add to your ever growing to-do list was scrubbing grease stained sheets.

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Feeling slightly better now that you were in pajamas and no longer grimy, you shuffled down the corridor back to your bunk. Maker, you needed sleep, and you needed it now.

Your door had barely shut behind you when you heard loud footsteps in the hall, followed by quiet knocking on your door. Rolling your eyes and letting out an exasperated groan, you turn around and yank the door open before whoever it was could finish knocking. It was probably a junior mechanic who had spied you coming back, and wanted help with something. You try not to sound too irritated at their intrusion, but fail. “Look, I know there’s more work to do, but I’m sorry, I’m beat. Find me tomorrow morning and I’ll help then, ok?”

As you finish your less-than-pleasant speech, you finally recognize the person in front of you. It’s Poe, a sad smile on his face. “Geeze, remind me to not ever ask you for anything late at night ever again,” he quips.

Your eyes widen and your stomach drops, anxiety setting in. Fuck, how much of an asshole must he think you are? “P-Poe!” You stammer, “I am so sorry, I thought you were one of the other mechanics coming to ask me to help them with something and I just don’t have the mental bandwidth to do that right now but if I had known it was you I wouldn’t have snapped like that I’m so sorry it’s just been a long day and I… shit I’m rambling I’m so sorry, did you need something?” You blush furiously, mentally kicking yourself for being so damned awkward.

To your surprise, Poe doesn’t seem to be annoyed like most people tend to be when your mouth is running faster than your brain. His smile has grown a little brighter, and his eyes hold a hint of amusement. When you meet his gaze though, the smile fades. He begins to shuffle his feet - this must be a nervous tic of his. He speaks, but shifts his gaze away from you as he does. “I know it’s late, but I’m glad I caught you. I was wondering, what you said by the forest… did you mean it?”

You quickly replay the morning in your mind, not that you need to. You remember all of it perfectly. You told him he didn’t have to ever face anything alone, not if he didn’t want to. You nod. “Of course I meant it, Poe”.

He runs his fingers through his hair. “Um, well… today… today was rough. And you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, really, no pressure. But, um, I’d really like to not be alone tonight, not if I don’t have to be.”

You barely caught the last part, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. When what he says registers, you’re frozen in place. Poe fucking Dameron had a rough go and was coming to you for help. Wanted to be around you when he was hurting. What the hell was going on?

“Actually, forget I said anything, Y/N,” he blurts out. “I can’t imagine how tired you are, I know the ships were in bad shape and you must’ve had a long day. I’ll just let you get some sleep.” He quickly turns to leave, but before he can get two steps down the hall he’s stopped by your hand on his forearm.

Slightly shocked at your own actions - you’d swear your arm moved of its own accord - you stare at him, trying to appear more confident than you feel. “Poe, get your ass in here,” you command, not unkindly. When he doesn’t move, you gently pull him towards you. With a sigh of relief you suspect he thought was quieter than it actually was, he follows you into your bunk.

When the door shuts, you finally get a good look at him. Everyone knows Poe is handsome… dark curls, warm eyes, and a smile that could knock the breath right out of you. Even though all of that is still there, his hair is disheveled and still wet from the ‘fresher. His eyes don’t have that glint of mischief in them, and are ringed with red. He’s smiling, but it’s weak and fading fast. The man before you wasn’t the Poe everyone else knew, and your heart broke for him all over again.

Being around people you didn’t know well stressed you out, and Poe definitely was still in that category. But your anxiety had a loophole: if someone was in distress, a twisted maternal instinct took over, forcing your nerves to slink off and hide in the recesses of your mind. And in this moment, who he normally was didn’t matter. The Poe standing in your bunk needed someone to take care of him, to lift the burden of being a leader from his shoulders for one night so he could feel freely without fear of ridicule. So that’s what you were going to do.

He glances around your bunk, shifting on his feet, obviously a little uncomfortable intruding on your personal space. It was messy, but still organized. The desk was littered with manuals and hastily scrawled notes, blueprints for new mods tacked up on the wall above it. Your hammock hung in the corner, a blanket halfway out of it. The walls around it and your bed were covered in sketches of ships, both old and new. On your clothes cabinet, a small holoprojector flipped through a few photos of you, Wills, Jess, and Cade.

“It’s not much, but it’s home”, you shrug, wanting to put him at ease. He wanders over to look at the sketches of the ships, a genuine smile crossing his face. “These are amazing! Did you draw all of these?”

You smile at the sketches, laugh quietly. “I wish. I have zero artistic ability. My brother drew them.”

“Well, he certainly has a gift.” You hum your agreement, not bothering to correct him. Had a gift. As Poe finishes looking at the sketches he turns to you, smile fading completely. “Y/N…” he begins, but you cut him off. “Poe, stop.” He looks at you, confused and a bit taken aback by your firm tone. But when you sit on the bed and motion for him to sit next to you, he does.

You turn your body slightly, so you’re facing him. “Do you want to talk about it?” you question, your voice gentler than before. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not really.”

“That’s fine. Do you want to talk at all?” He looks at you, dejected. “No,” he says quietly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “I just… I needed to be around someone who doesn’t expect anything from me. And I thought after that night, maybe you knew what that felt like… and maybe you wouldn’t judge me for needing it.” Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes, and he quickly turns away from you.

You fight a sudden urge to envelop him in a hug, to try to physically hold together the pieces of the fractured man in front of you. Instead, you force yourself to stand up. Walking over to the control panel, you dim the lights to a soft glow. You return to the edge of the bed, and kneel in front of him.

Gently covering one of his hands with both of yours, you murmur his name and try to catch his eye. “Poe, I’ll be anything you need me to be, ok? Just let me know and I’ll be here for you.”

He still refuses to meet your gaze, but nods. You sigh, unsure of how to best help him. “Do you want me to talk about something? Take your mind off things?” He doesn’t respond. “Poe?”

He shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. “I don’t know, Y/N. I don’t know what I want, except to not be alone. Everyone else would just keep asking if I was ok, but you know I’m not. So can we just sit, and not bother pretending that everything is alright?”

You slowly release his hand, and stand up. “Of course, Poe,” you say softly. “I have some reading I wanted to do before bed, so I’m gonna go sit at my desk and do that. You can lay on my bed, climb in the hammock, pace, stare off into space, whatever you’d like. I’ll be here if you need me for anything. Even if it’s just knowing there’s someone with you.” He mumbles a barely audible thank you, and you turn towards your desk, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill from your own eyes.

Poe was restless, but he didn’t get up from your bed. At least, not that you could tell. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing that as soon as you saw him his pain would bleed into you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop your tears. You didn’t care if he saw you cry, not really. He’d already seen that. But you knew if you did, he’d immediately bury his feelings to try and comfort you. And Poe didn’t deserve that. He was always taking care of everyone else, and it was high time someone took care of him.

Two hours went by before you felt brave enough to turn and check on him, not having heard any noises for the past half hour. The sight before you tugged at your heartstrings: Poe was fast asleep and snoring lightly. His head rested on one of your pillows and his arms clutched the other tightly to his chest, while his legs dangled off the side of your small bed. You moved to wake him, assuming he would probably want to return to his own bed. But as you drew nearer, you stopped short. He looked so peaceful, finally at rest after a rough night, and you don’t have the heart to wake him up and rob him of what was probably the first good sleep he’d had in a long while.

Carefully pulling the blanket from where it was bunched up under his legs, you covered him. Without thinking, you tenderly let your hand wander to his forehead and brush a curl out of his eyes. You begin to tear up once again, wishing you could take away his pain. And before you know you’re speaking, you whisper out the thought that has been floating in your head ever since he walked in your door. “I’m so sorry, Poe. I’m so sorry you’re a good man, because if you weren’t all this would be so much easier for you.”

Slipping towards your hammock, you wad up a jacket to use as a pillow. You turn the lights completely off and hop up into it, covering yourself with your spare blanket. Only when you shut your eyes do you finally let the tears slip out as his even breathing lulls you to sleep.

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You wake with a start, the sound of your alarm pounding in your ears. Maker, you were NOT a morning person. Slinging your legs over the side of what you’re sure is your bed, you stand up. And immediately land facedown on the ground, dumped out of your hammock unceremoniously by your favorite force: gravity.

Groaning, you shove yourself upright, still groggy. Why the hell were you sleeping in your hammock? You catch sight of the freshly made bed. Weird, you rarely made it. A piece of paper on the pillow catches your eye. Weirder. You grab it, and as you start to read the night before begins to come back.

Y/N,

I’m so sorry for sneaking out, I had a briefing early this morning. I was going to tell you goodbye, but you looked so cozy. I just couldn’t wake you.

Thanks again for… well, you know. You didn’t have to, but it means a lot that you did.

I hope I’ll see you around today.

Poe Dameron

You read the short note once, twice, three times. Hating how happy it made you that he cared enough to leave it, hoping that you had at least done some good for him. You set the note back down on your pillow as you get ready for the day.

You finish lacing up your boots and walk to the door, but turn back just before opening it. Grabbing the note, you quickly walk over to your desk and open a drawer. Just like the lake, last night was for you and Poe only, and you wanted to keep the memory safe. So you carefully tucked it next to the few meaningful keepsakes you owned in a small wooden box.

You shut the drawer with a flick of your wrist and set off to start your day, smiling for a reason you just couldn’t put your finger on.

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Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 5

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of tracking someone down. Mentions of teasing about being in a relationship when not.

AAAAAAAnd we’re back! Again!

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Mike only grins at the glare currently being aimed toward him by the world's most unintimidating kid, definitely not taking advantage on how terrified his guest is over the animatronics by opening the door and stop any denials. There's no scream of not letting their wonderful star of the restaurant into the office, so he'll call it a win. A silent terror making it clear there will be screaming if one of animatronics does come close is much better than one that makes him louder than Bonnie, sure. But nothing yet.

The only problem is, instead of handing over the first-aid kit and leaving them alone, Freddy holds Parts And Nervous' savior high above his head. And on the one day Mike actually wants to act like a responsible adult. "Yeah, I'm not jumping to try and reach that. Tomorrow will be a different story though."

"Michael," the bear murmurs. And even though he's pissed about the whole Henry thing, which he has not forgotten, the tone shuts him up. "Mind bringing me up to speed about your prisoner?"

Mike shrugs, avoiding the glassy blue eyes giving quite the disappointed look.

What? He's allowed to befriend a random kid who hid under his desk. Based on the list he's created in establishing someone's chill enough to keep around:

A. the kid hasn't tried to kill him.

B. he hasn't run saying the man's humor and nicknames aren't appreciated.

C. hasn't told him he's insane for saying to respect robots.

If anything, the bear should be happy he's making friends. Especially considering every time he's asked, it's always the same answer of 'who needs friends anyway?', in which the four stare at him with sorrowful expressions.

Which they shouldn't because it's not sad, it's practical.

"I haven't gotten the full story yet. Just that he got chased and needs his boo-boos fixed up."

Freddy raises an eyebrow. Mike flips him off.

The animatronic sighs long and hard as the first-aid is finally handed over, finally accepting the fact he's fighting a loosing battle. "Should I be concerned with your level of trust?"

"Hey, I trusted you even after Phone Guy said you'd kill me," the man points out.

Freddy goes quiet for a bit too long, Mike wincing at the realization he brought up that specific topic, maybe a little scared he's about to get lectured over airing dirty laundry like that without warning. The kind a murderous animatronic isn't proud of and never really wanted to bring up unless it was bothering him. Which it has, and the man's been the one listening to his worries, so he really shouldn't talk about it when he's been trusted with so many details.

A paw being set on his shoulder lets him know he hasn't fucked up this time, looking up from the floor he silently hoped wouldn't be his deathbed in order to meet the clearly hurt expression.

"Sorry."

"I'll be here if you need me," is all Freddy says before walking halfway down the hall in the attempt to not make Cake Snatcher nervous.

Well wasn't he a massive asshole just now?

Mike rubs his face as he punches the door button again in the attempt to lock out the conversation entirely, suddenly not wanting to really deal with anything else today. They've got bandages for their impromptu refugee, but he can ask questions tomorrow. Or maybe not ever! Just get the poor guy home and pretend this never happened. Including Henry visiting.

"It-he r-really cares about you, huh?"

The restaurant owner glances over at the shaking hand ruffling the still mud-caked curls telling him the younger almost wishes he didn't say anything.

"He's a pain in my ass most days, though."

Parts and Nervous grins. "My mom is too."

Mike opens his mouth before closing it. Because those are one of the few things he has no idea how to respond to. "So, since you started the questioning train, what's your name? Unless you adore my brilliant nicknames."

"Oh yes. 'My boyfriend' is by far the greatest compliment I've ever received," Definitely His Boyfriend smirks. "I do prefer Jeremy, though."

"Well met, Jer. I bet you heard Fuckbear, but unless you're putting my ass in timeout, it's Mike."

"Naw, is Michael too formal?" Jeremy grins. The shorter leans forward in order to grab the first-aid kit from hands that haven't even opened it, pawing through the options himself before finding something useful.

Thank fuck because Mike wouldn't know how to start. And he shouldn't, cause that's Chica's favorite job. How rude would he be trying to take her place as head doctor.

He watches Not A Criminal wince as a bottle labeled 'anti-septic' is poured onto one of his knees before slapping a band-aid onto it. "You, uh, were having a fight with it-him?"

Mike huffs. "Honestly, I'm not pissed at Fuckbear. It's Mr. Perfect who wants to fuck up all my hard work."

"Mr. Perfect?" Jeremy snorts, grinning at the look stating what. The man was an absolute dick and therefore deserves a dicky nickname. "No wonder you looked like you'd kick the desk in two!"

"Keep laughing and I'll make time go backwards so this time I ignore your pleads for mercy."

"The guy was pretty handsome," Jeremy laughs.

Mike attempts to not show his smirk because he should be upset at the judgement currently being passed. Very unfair judgement. Just because the entire conversation was heard doesn't mean he knows all the details! "Well then who's your Mr. Perfect?"

Cookie Thief tenses up. At the worst moment too, dumping a lot more than what's needed on a long cut along his elbow. Grey eyes quickly look up, afraid, and not as comfortable as he's been letting on. "N-No one. What's, uh, what's up with the b-b-b-back room?"

"Nothing much," he shrugs easily, the kid breathing out in relief for not getting an interrogation out of passing on a question. Obviously he can relate to not enjoying thinking about the Henry in your life. He thought Mr. Fuck had been bad. "We've got a bit of a bad past around here. Nothing to worry about now, though."

Jeremy slowly looks up from finishing cleaning up the cuts he can see. There's a moment of him trying to find the right words to respond. Mike doesn't interrupt him with a big spill of why he shouldn't be worried, complete with details of what happened only a year ago to make that possible, or maybe even yelling the wonderful phrase 'Gotchya!' and explain his new best friend should maybe be a little worried.

Not when the kid opens his mouth to say-

"Oi, Mikey!"

The man in question turns with the want to either glare for the interruption, or grin because finally the rest were realizing he had disappeared. Turns out, he snickers at Not A Criminal's face going pale white when he spots Foxy waving at them from the window opposite of where Freddy guards. Realizing they're now trapped on both sides by animatronics.

"Ye didn't tell us ye had a special guest o'er!"

That's when Mike gets a wonderful idea.

"Shit, Foxy, you're right!"

Jeremy's eyes narrow as Mike move to lean against the West Hall door. A glance at the elbow sitting right beside the door's button causes the grey eyes to blowing up wide in under a second, the kid leaping to his feet in terror in the attempt to shove the taller away. "W-W-W-WAIT!"

Too late. He's already pressed it. Gently shoved Parts And Nervous out into the hallway as he immediately cowers away from their resident puppy.

Mike is quick to throw his arm over the narrow shoulders, keeping his best friend and official ex-prisoner from gaining the courage to sprint right back into the office. "This is my good friend Jer! Jer, this is Foxy."

You can say whatever you'd like to about him, but the new restaurant owner knows how to be a proper douche bag. So instead of Jeremy getting overwhelmed by Chica's mother Henning he faints, intimidated to hell and back by Freddy's need to seem superior, or scared shitless by Bonnie's enthusiasm, they're left with Foxy being the most aware of how terrifying he can seem to others.

That means the fox carefully closes his mouth shut so his voice box can function without making it seem like teeth sharp enough to cut your hand off will be coming any closer. Makes sure to hunch down so the over 7 feet in height is just 7 feet. Not perfect, but slightly less scary to comprehend. Able to see he's making an effort to come off as welcoming instead of the murderous robot he is.

And guess who's fascinated with the attention to those details he's no longer trying to leap out of Mike's arms?

"Well hello there, lad. How are ye?"

Mike can hear the gears working at seeing Foxy treating him like any other kid who walks into the pizzeria. Jeremy clearly confused but not scared. "I-I-I-I'm ok-k-kay."

"Well, it looks like Mikey 'ere hasn't been the best host." The paw finally fixed to adorn soft Faux fur yet has been ordered to be locked away until there's nothing but metal is held out for an invitation. "Want ta get yer stomach filled and join in on a few sea chanties?"

Jeremy looks up at Mike for support, a bit of a surprise considering he just forced him to interact with the animatronics he's been absolutely terrified of. Screamed his head off with pleads he doesn't summon them.

The weirdest part is that he was already nodding before he could fully process the thought of how much trust he's earned.

Foxy's offer is taken before he can say something corny as shit. "Don't ye worry. M-M-Mikey's coming."

"Fucker, if that nickname sticks!"

The animatronic cackles, mouth opening for a proper expression to rub it in his face. Jeremy doesn't move to yank his hand back either despite such dangerous teeth on display. No, he's willing to let it slide to aim a shaking smirk to say Mike's finally getting payback for the boyfriend thing.

Or constantly making fun of how nervous he is. Or thinking of him in terms of criminal, not criminal. "Don' ye worry. We'll be finding the best thing ta call 'im."

Shit, he's dismantling Bonnie for the day.

#look I blame the holidays #it got busy #I'm the nickname David favors #but the Jeremy's back!#I do like how me posting here was supposed to help get me wanting to write more for it #because these are still older chapters #and yet it's technically pushed it back a couple months #don't make me do it!#I've got a Fritz vs. David but in space #I've got a Fritz vs. David but Fritz left for a couple years #not to mention the Fritz vs. David but Fritz is a thief has a chapter written but I want to rewrite it #my schedule is booked!#but hey at least I've been wanting to do a Tyler!#see not ALL Fritz vs. David #but definitely disproportionate in their favor #Jeremy Messed Up #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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