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cloudninetonine · 3 years

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Cogito, ergo sum

Chapter: 2

Pairing: Connor (RK800) x fem!reader

A/N: Hey guys! I want to apologise for the long wait between chpaters but seeing as I’m on my last year of college my school work is coming before everything else so it’s a little hard working between them! Don’t worry, I’m not dropping this series or anything just expect chapters to take a little long to be loaded and everything! Also, this chapter seems a little too far paced for me, so sorry about that as well!

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I do not own Detroit become human this is merely fanficion

Warnings: Bad language, physical assault, threats (?), hints of abuse, (Name) being weird like always, also angry (Name), mentions of drugs, there’s a bit of slander against drug abusers that I do not condone!

Undercut babes!

It’s fascinating, it really is, the way her beautiful gaze follows you as you round her, studying her feverishly, your eyes wide and bright.

She’s...well, words cannot describe her. Her beauty lies beyond your imagination and you’re not quite equipped to say anything that her magnificent ears deserve to hear, your words are below her and she’s just-

Wow.

“Ms (Last), please-”

You raise your hand towards the younger engineer, silencing with a small utter of ‘hush’ and he’s shutting his mouth, falling back to the side of your desk with not much else to say.

The android you’ve been un-shamelessly ogling for the past 10 solid minutes is still very quiet, she’s just watching you in her manufactured attire, shy, nervous, scared- everything you really wish she wasn’t right now because there is no way you want her to see you as some sort of threat, far from it.

“Henry” Turning back towards the engineer, he stiffs up like a board, sweat forming on his brow “Why didn’t you dismantle her?”

It’s rude, it’s horrible to say and it sours your mouth when you form those words, but it’s an honest question, you want to know why someone would do this, keep her alive, see her for all her glory.

The public spoke strongly about their opinions of androids, like toys to be played with, slaves to be worked, not the thing you so desperately wanted people to see them as. The masterpieces that stood beyond human comprehension.

The android lets out a noise similar to a whimper as Henry stammers out.

“I-I couldn’t she- um- I-” Finally, he sighs with frustration, Henry makes eye contact with you “She said was scared and...I couldn’t”

You snap back to face her.

“Is that true?”

She hesitates, one second, two seconds, three seconds, four- it takes a whole 30 seconds before she’s finally responding. “Yes…”

Your chest bursts in excitement.

“You’re incredible” Henry deflates in relief, placing a hand against your desk while you grasp her cheeks, her warm grey eyes glancing between your two hands then meet your own stare, confused. “Amazing, beautiful, fantastic, so, so much more”

“...thank you”

You sniff, then you’re pulling away, trying to keep your tears abay. You really can’t believe that your work has gone so far, that new forms of sentient are evolving from a human’s hand, you’re so overjoyed by it all but you’re also kind of realising how weird you’re being.

“Sorry, I’m becoming the creepy stereotypical scientist, let me just-” Pulling off your lab coat, you throw it over her shoulders, pulling it tighter around her for her dainty hands to grasp and hold, a smile growing on her face in gratitude. You’re really still in awe of it all but send her a giddy smile back “Henry get Kamski I’m sure he’s gonna love this”

When the man disappears, closing the office door behind him, you guide her to a chair, kneeling before her kindly.

“Tell me” She waits patiently for you to continue “What’s your name?”

When she opens her mouth, you interrupt her, grasping her hands “No, not the name you were given, the name you have chosen. What is your name?”

You’re at the beginning of history right here, you can already see the books that are yet to be written, all starting at this very moment, with you and her. This android, this amazing, piece of living metal, is the start of something great and you can’t wait to be a part of it.

“My name is….”

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“(Name), I’m sorry, but there isn’t really anything I can do”

Your hands come down on the desk, expression unbelieving.

“But he attacked Ortiz in self defence, it’s not fair for him to be shipped to Cyberlife! That hellhole already has enough test subjects with other deviants, why can’t he be let go!?” Pushing yourself back up, you drag your hands down your face in exasperation “He’s a victim! He was defending himself, why can’t we let him off with a lesser offence?”

Billie sighs, shutting the file softly. “Because in the eyes of the law, he’s not a victim. He’s property and there isn’t much we can do about that. Besides, because Ortiz is dead, his ownership basically goes back to Cyberlife, so they have the authority to take him back”

Billie’s right, you know that they’re right, but it’s just so frustrating, so vexing that this is the case. An android, in the eyes of society, is nothing more than their components, why should they be given the same privilege as those who eat, shit and breathe?

Billie may be a judge, but they didn’t make the law.

You remember years ago, when something like this would have been seen as detestable, that the masses would have stood up to fight this kind of horror, but for some reason, with age came stupidity and ignorance it seemed. What the fuck had happened to you all?

You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again before huffing, taking the file from their desk and ripping your coat off the hanger.

“I’m sorry, (Name)!” Billie calls and you wave them off, shouting back a ‘Don’t worry about it’ then close their office.

The courthouse is only a few blocks away from the precinct, a good walk away, a good way to calm yourself down until you’re having to face the frustration that comes in with having to work in such a high strung place. It’s funny really, you used to say ACAB when you were younger, still believed it too, so it’s really a wonder as to why you joined, but then again sometimes to make change you have to become the very thing you hate-

“Detective (Last)-”

You scream, almost dropping your files and jumping a meter within the air. Passerbys don’t even spare you a glance, a generation raised on the weirdest websites like Vine, Tiktok, Youtube and god forbid, Tumblr, have them desensitised to whatever shit people like to play at now-a-days.

“Oh my God, Inspector Gadget” A hand falls to your chest, checking your racing heartbeat “You can’t just sneak up on a bitch like that”

Connor, the big old puppy, tilts his head in mild confusion “But I called your name twice, detective”

Oh.

“What are you doing here, Connor?”

The android joins your side and you continue your way. “Lieutenant Anderson informed me that you were heading to the courthouse, so I decided to come and brief you about a new case”

A new case, of course a new case, deviancy keeps popping up all over the country rapidly but you can’t hold your surprise about the fact that it’s been a few days and there’s already a new case.

“Deadass?”

Wait, you hadn’t mean to say that-

His eyes narrow “Deadass?”

A snort escapes you “Oh my God I can’t believe you just said that, it sounds so cursed coming from your mouth. I meant, seriously?”

You swear on your life, on everything that may be above and so much more, that the android lets out a laugh when he continues, explaining the details as you finally enter the office.

You realise, as he talks, you feel a whole lot lighter than you had earlier.

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“This guy is as scummy as it gets”

Unfortunately, you can’t help but agree. Todd Williams is about as charismatic as a dumpster fire, messy hair, messy face, stained clothing and the stench of alcohol clung when you finally met him, having to hold back a wince of disgust.

You don’t usually speak ill of others, but you know his type, from the way he carries himself to the way he speaks. You’ve had to face men like him before, his whole demeanor brings back bad memories and you’re so glad that you’re not the one having to get details from him, to have to speak to him.

One thing’s for sure though, you don’t blame whatever deviant decided to book it from him.

“Why doesn’t he just...get a refund from Cyberlife?” You take a sip of your milkshake, staring at Hank, Connor and Mr Williams who looked to be ending off their conversation. “They do that for deviants, don’t they?”

Yes, if you remember, the new flashy CEO of the hell corp spoke it for all to see, that deviance is guaranteed to offer you your cash back.

How inhumane it all sounded.

Gavin scoffs, drinking his coffee “You think a guy like that cares about refunds?”

No. You know why he’s doing it. It’s all about power for fuckers like that.

Mr Williams leaves, Hank is looking through his notes, Connor is heading your way, probably to refer all the information back to you and Gavin is taking in a breath to start his bullshit again, despite your civilness that you had been sharing.

Eh, peace was never an option-

“Your metal boyfriend is heading this way”

The noise you make isn’t human, it’s a mix of a wheeze and scream, like you’ve just choked on the air your breathing and in all honesty, you have, but you’re not letting that mother fucker get away with catching you off guard, especially when he starts laughing.

“Shut up, furry”

Your actually feel the air from his head snapping towards you. “I’m not a fucking furry, quit fucking saying it!”

You pat his shoulder “It’s alright, Reed, we all know you wrote yiff fiction in your spare time-”

You dodge his fist, running away from his red, angered face and petty insults, dragging Connor away from the break room to the side, all while laughing up a storm.

Having your attention on the android again brings back Gavin’s words, his tease of ‘boyfriend’ which makes your face heat up, in what? You’re not quite sure, but it’s enough to make Connor notice your oddity.

“What were you and Detective Reed-”

“Nothing” You cackle, patting down his shoulders to distract yourself “He’s just being an arsehole again, nothing to worry yourself over”

And worry himself he didn’t, because he couldn’t of course, android and all.

Connor was quick to fill you in, an AX400 by the name of Kara had stolen (the word kidnapped comes to mind but you know that the robot detective will just ‘correct’ you on your wording) another android, Mr William’s ‘daughter’, model YK500 named Alice after assaulting him the night before. Mr Williams had been knocked out after the ordeal, as to why it had taken him so long to report it.

“Were there any signs of assault that you could see? Ones that could lead to a potential take down or unconsciousness?” Connor takes a moment before shaking his head “Yeah, I didn’t think so”

What a lying fuck.

“Let’s head to the briefing room”

Hank is there, as well as a whole group of other police officers, talking amongst themselves as you situate yourself behind the podium, screen remote in hand and smiling brightly. Your partners are at your side, Connor in his usual stoic stance while the old fart has his arms crossed, bored as always and you’re ready to debrief the many uniforms but they keep talking, even after you clear your throat.

You’re not one to get angry at being talked over, annoyed, yes, but anger leads you nowhere with a crowd, so instead, you use your most favourite tactic to date

“Pay attention to me or I am gonna start screaming people” You sing. Not a threat, but a promise. “And you all know I will screech like mother fucker”

The room is silent in the next second.

“Great! So-”

The door to the room bursts open.

“Fucking really-”

“Detective (Last)'' It's the front office assistant and by the looks of it, he is panicked, worried even, as he addresses you. You suddenly feel your stomach knot up “I’m sorry, but there’s been an emergency with your relative Carl Manfred”

You swallow, hard. “What?”

The meeting ends right then and there.

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Hank hurls to a stop right outside the entrance. You’re already halfway out of the car when he shuts off the vehicle, Connor is taking off his seatbelt and you’re already racing down the soaked concrete path to the front door, rain pelting down on you.

You barely feel it though.

You startle the receptionist when you slam your hands down, eyes wide in panic, breathing coming out in fast, short pants and just looking as though you faced the masses to make it to this spot, right in front of her.

“Carl Manfred, he was brought here about an hour ago is he-”

She interrupts “Are you family?”

“Yes, please, I-”

“In what relation do you have to the patient?”

Is she really fucking serious right now? You debated leaning over and strangling your answer out of her, letting her know what kind of fucking pain you could put her through in this very moment-

But the hand that is placed against your back keeps you still. It’s warm and comforting and keeps you from mauling the fucker right out of her chair, though it doesn’t calm your anxiety, no, but at least it’s there.

You turn to see Connor, who nods towards you politely.

Huh, what a twist of events.

Hank leans over from your other side, looking just as angry as you feel, though he keeps his voice civil when he speaks “Listen, her old man’s just had a heart attack, could you drop the formal shit so she can see him?”

Her voice is sharp, just like her stupid fucking face and she snaps back “I can’t let you in unless I know your relation, unless you’d like to be escorted out by security”

Damn, she’s playing with fire and you’re ready to throw oil all fucking over her.

“I don’t fucking think so-” Pulling out your badge, you slam it against the desk, with nothing short of a growl “Police. Now, tell me where my fucking dad is or you’ll regret the next words that come out of your mouth”

You never abuse your power as a cop, it’s inhumane and back in your younger days you sneered at the disgusting police who would use their authority for their own gain, so you hate to admit but the nervous look that crosses her face when she sees your badge and Hank’s when he pulls it out for extra effect scratches an itch you begged to be scratched.

“Floor 3, the front desk will inform you what room”

“Thanks” You spit, already rushing to the elevator, the other two following.

Connor is quiet, to your surprise. Honestly, you expected him to speak out about your behaviour, your attitude, your unprofessionalism, but he says nothing, just trails after the two of you in silence, obediently, just like he was made for.

It’s comforting having him here, even if he’s just following orders.

The next receptionist is kinder than the last (she even scowls at the mention of her coworker) and points down the hallway, to where two officers stand with cups of coffee within their hands. They stiffen in surprise at your arrival, but you pay them no mind, pushing your way into the room where you finally pause, taking in the scene of your beloved father figure, laid still within the bed, pale, heart monitor beeping occasionally.

The doctor by Carl’s side looks up at you. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

Hank and Connor wait outside.

“(Name) (Last), Carl’s daughter and emergency contact” You explain, walking further into the room “Is he- Can I-”

“He’s fine” She explains with a comforting smile “And yes, you can come closer, though the medication has him knocked unconscious so he won’t be talking any time soon”

The relief almost has you collapsing, brings you back from the panic attack that threatens to kick your arse right in front of everyone and you finally breathe normally.

“Thank you, and you are?”

“Dr Collins” Collins offers her hand and you shake it weakly. “Your father is going to be okay, (Name), but he’s going to need a lot of rest. Cardiac arrest at this age can be fatal, so we were lucky that he lived so close”

You nod, tiredly slinking to Carl’s side to drop into the cushion chair, taking his hand in yours. Kissing it lovingly, you place it close to you in comfort, in reassurance.

‘He’s fine, he’s fine, he’s going to be okay-’

“What are you doing here?”

Your anger shoots right back up, as does you head when you turn to look at the doorway.

“Leo” The name is dragged out of your mouth, it’s spoken with a heavy coat of venom and dirt and for all the participants who are about to see this wild shit show, is a clear indication that you’re far from happy to see the man that stood there. “The fuck are you doing here?”

He scoffs “I’m family, what else am I here for?”

“Oh I don’t know,” You’re standing, stalking closer to him with a raged gleam in your eye “To mooch off him a little bit more?”

The tension can be cut with a knife, everyone can see it, feel it, even Connor, who looks ready to intervene at any given moment.

“No, detective” One of the officiers starts, cutting in in hopes to keep you both calm. “He was there when it all happened, he saw everything-”

“He was there?” No, her words only add fuel to the fire and you’re glaring at your brother once again “You were there? The fuck were you there for? You did this?”

“No!”

“Please calm down” Collins cuts in “I understand the anger but the other patients-”

You ignore her, glancing around the area when a thought struck you.

“Where’s Markus?”

Connor’s the first to respond, “Who’s Markus, detective (Last)?”

“Dad’s care bot” A pin drops, no one is speaking, the two cops are quiet, Leo is scowling, but he’s not looking at you and your anger is quickly making room to fear, cold and stabbing when you push again, harsher, angrier “Where the fuck is Markus?”

The second officer speaks this time, hat in his hands and you know what happens next is not going to be good.

“He was leaning over your father when we walked in detective, Mr Leo Manfred told us he attacked him” The man gulps, hesitating. He’s not nervous for what he’s done, no, he’s nervous about the dark look that seems to be slowly taking over your eyes, “I shot him”

A beat goes by. Then another, another, another, another, another-

“Why were you there in the first place?” It’s soft, curious, but the rage behind it is big, your need for an answer is keeping it back “What was the call for?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“Answer the question, officer”

His partner offers up the answer “....A break in, ma’am”

There’s silence, then you nod in understanding.

No one is quick enough to stop you from shoving Leo into the wall, hands wrapped tightly around the lapels of his jacket and holding him up so you can scream at him properly, face feeling hot from anger, eyes wild from rage, practically feral.

“You fucking did this! This is your fault, you good for nothing fuck!” You pull your hand back and punch him right in the face, he’s too in shock to react but everyone else is trying to pull you off “What?! Were you off your shit from snorting that fucking powder again, you damn druggie!? Huh!? HUH!? You high right now, too!?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, (Name), let go!” Hank yells but he’s fucking impressed by your resistance.

“He could have died because of you, you good for nothing cunt! Worthless piece of shit! Now, Markus is fucking dead because of you, the person who was actually fucking taking care of him! This is all your fault! He’s in that hospital bed, because of you! You! Did! This! All for those stupid drugs! You’re fucking pathetic!”

You’re finally tugged off by someone, their arms slipping under your own to stop you from going back at him again. The officers are acting as a wall between you and your brother, Dr Collin’s is checking his nose as blood drips down his face, Leo is still in shock and Hank is leaning over, hands propped onto his knees. That leaves...

“I’m sorry detective (Last), but I’m going to have to restrain you until you calm down”

You scream in frustration and try to fight against it, but damn, you have to admit in a moment of clarity, Connor is fucking strong.

“Lieutenant Anderson, if you could take her legs, we can escort her out of the building without much trouble” Hank huffs something under his breath probably a grunt of ‘fucking android’ but complies, glaring at you when he leans down.

“You kick me and I’ll kick your ass”

Your respect for him makes you comply, but the anger doesn’t stop you from cussing both him and the android out, naming every threat under the sun as they carry you out of the building, back to the car which you are shoved placed into.

“Let me out of this fucking car, Hank!” You bellow, glaring at the man with sharp eyes who stood outside the vehicle, leaning against it “I’ll break this fucking window, I swear to fucking God!”

“You can try, but we both know you won’t!”

Once again, you’re screaming, tugging frantically at the door’s handle that you know is locked, but are way too angered to care right now.

Connor sits by your side, a good distance away to not antagonise you, silent, waiting and watching as you slowly fall from angry to desperate, tears welling within your eyes and falling down your cheeks. It only takes a few more moments for you to stop altogether, your shoulders shaking as you sob, quietly but strong.

The android finally speaks “Detective (Last)-”

You’re on him in a moment, arms wrapped around his frame, face buried into his shoulder, wetting his suit jacket as you cry, shaking.

It’s a new one for Connor. An android built for detective work, to sniff out the bad deviants, to question suspects and actually built with a comforting feature for victims of crimes. But this is a first, a first he’s seen anyone to tears, more importantly, a first of seeing you so broken. Sure, he had seen you defeated those few days ago, but this is different, you’re not trying to hide conflicting feelings behind your bubbly smile and weird jokes, you’re just...crying. Nothing more, nothing less.

His arms are hovering at your sides, hesitant, unsure and it’s not until Hank gestures from outside the car to ‘fucking do something, you stupid machine’ that the protocol finally kicks in, his arms coming to wrap around you securely and comforting, reassuring you through your whimpers.

Connor is a robot, a machine that feels nothing.

But seeing you cry isn’t something he can just let happen.

Software instability.

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darling-drag-brainrot · 3 years

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Oh golly gee, did I finish my first proper fanfic? Yes!!! Maybe you should read it 😳😳😳

It’s Lemonyanka/Lemyanka of course because I will look for any excuse to think about and talk about both Lemon and Priyanka because I adore them 💖

Also I’ll just post the whole thing here on Tumblr as well <3

“You know my name?” The girl at the counter said, expression awestruck, all wide eyes and raised brows, “How? Are you a mind reader or something? A psychic? Oh my god- you’re like Miss Cleo! Here tell me- what’s my favourite color? Oh wait no- what was the name of my first dog? Wait no- nevermind- how about- when am I gonna die?”

“Uhhh I don’t think I can answer any of those questions. But you seem healthy… so I’d say you’re not gonna die for another like fifty years. I’m not a psychic or anything though so don’t take my word on that. Your name is literally just written on your shirt.” Lemon said, motioning to the nametag with Priyanka scrawled messily on it that the other girl wore on her cream colored apron, “Nice name though. I’m Lemon. Now about that latte...”

Priyanka seemed to ignore Lemon’s comment on the latte, snickering to herself before she asked, “Lemon? Like the fruit? Are you sour too Lemon? You seem sour today. What’s the matter Lemon? Need some sugar to make you into lemonade?” Priyanka winked flirtatiously before continuing with, “Cause I can give you some sugar if you want. Wink wink.”

“Oh my god can you please just hand me my drink now?” Lemon demanded, pressing a hand to her temple in exasperation, “I can’t keep playing twenty questions with you, I actually have places to be.”

Lemon should have simply kept her mouth shut, because Priyanka seemed even more excited now, bombarding Lemon with way too many questions, “Oh? Where do you have to be? You busy? Why? Where? For how long? What’s keeping my Lemondra occupied today?”

“I have dance class.” Lemon said with a sigh, realizing that she probably wasn’t going to get her drink until she dealt with the other woman’s interrogation, “And I didn’t sleep much last night so I need a coffee to wake me up.”

“Oh you didn’t sleep?” Priyanka began to wiggle her eyebrows, “You a busy bitch? Spent time with your boyfriend all night or something?”

Lemon scrunched up her nose at the concept, “Ewww no.”

“Ah, so you were spending your evening with a lovely lady then? I get that, you have fun?”

“What? No- I’m single. I was up all night doing an essay for one of my classes.”

“Single?”

Priyanka leaned closer at this, practically climbing over the counter between them. She really wasn’t subtle at all, was she?

“Yeah, single. Now if you’d actually listen to me, I’d love a single cup of coffee.”

“Maybe. Eventually… But Lemondra, when you say you’re single are you like- looking for a man or more like- a fun super cool barista chick to spend time with?”

Lemon didn’t respond, rolling her eyes before she lifted her wrist to display a small bracelet in the colors of the lesbian flag.

“Oh? So darling Lemon does like women? I guessed correctly after all! Maybe I’m the mind reader then!” She covered her mouth, “Maybe I’m Miss Cleo! But you like women? I’m women! Do you like meeeee?”

Dear lord, Lemon just wanted her coffee.

“Yeah, sure, I like you. Can I have my coffee now? And a slice of cake as well?”

Priyanka opened her mouth to say something and Lemon quickly pressed a finger to her lips.

“I don’t need to hear it. Cake please?”

Priyanka nodded, rolling her eyes as she silently went and grabbed a piece of cake, putting it in a to-go container before handing it to Lemon.

“So,” She said, a dumb smirk crawling onto her face, “You like cake huh? I could go for some lemon cake myself actually.” Then she finger gunned in Lemon’s direction.

Why had God forsaken her? All Lemon wanted was some coffee and a snack, not whatever the hell this was...

“Hahaha funny funny joke Priyanka, please, I am begging for my coffee at this point.”

Priyanka finally seemed to relent, sighing dramatically before she asked, “What did you want again?”

“Latte please, two shots of espresso.”

“Got it.” And then Priyanka turned around and got started, and in less than a minute Lemon was standing there with a steaming cup of coffee being pressed into her hands.

“That’s it?” She said, voice a little too loud for so early in the morning, “All your interrogating for a coffee that took you less than a minute to make?”

“Yep.” Priyanka said, eyes bright and mischievous, “That’ll be five dollars please.”

Lemon handed Priyanka a ten dollar bill, grabbing her slice of cake as well before she made her way to the door, calling behind her, “Keep the change.”

As she entered her dance studio minutes later, coffee nearly finished, she moved to sit down and wait for her teacher to arrive. Now a little more awake, she was able to process the events of the morning with a bit more clarity. And as she looked at her cup, she noticed a string of numbers in surprisingly neat handwriting near the bottom alongside the message: Come again doll~

When had Priyanka done that?

Lemon decided not to think about the logistics of it all- instead opting to finish her cake as she sat- before she pulled out her phone and put the number into her contacts. She’d text Priyanka later she supposed. The girl had been beyond annoying, but in a surprisingly cute, endearing way. And Lemon was never one to turn down phone numbers from beautiful girls anyway.

After class Lemon made her way back towards her dorm, deciding on a whim, to stop by the cafe. She could use a snack, and maybe- just maybe- she wanted to see Priyanka again.

“Lemondra! You came back to see me!” Priyanka squealed the second she spotted Lemon, apparently choosing to ignore the fact that it was two in the afternoon and there were several people in line who needed their drinks.

As Lemon waited for her turn she noticed how efficient and quick Priyanka was. She could get someone’s order, make it, and have them out the door in what seemed like seconds- though was honestly closer to a minute or two each. It was impressive.

Though of course Priyanka seemed to quickly forget her own barista version of superspeed, as the second Lemon came up to the register she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, clearly in no rush to take Lemon’s order.

“You look ravishing Lemondra, here for more coffee? Or more cake? I mean, I have plenty of cake to serve you- if you catch my drift.”

“Drift caught.” Lemon deadpanned, before breaking into a small smile, “But I’ll just have a poppy seed muffin. I mainly came by to chat.”

“Awww so you saw my message? You liked it? You wanted you some more Priyanka?”

“Admittedly yes, though I was curious what your backup plan was supposed to be if I just ignored your message. Or what if I hadn’t even noticed it?”

Priyanka shrugged, “Didn’t have a backup plan. I knew it would work, everyone wants a piece of this cake.” she laughed, pointing towards the display case of cakes, “Both what I got, and what we sell.”

“I see.” Lemon said, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation, “Well I guess you weren’t wrong. Your cake is exceedingly nice… and what you sell ain’t half bad either.”

Priyanka let out a loud cackle, bending over at the waist to pound her fist into the countertop, “Yes! Fuck yes! You’re my kinda girl Lemondra, I fucking love you.”

Lemon raised an eyebrow, smirking as she said, “Aren’t you supposed to say that a little later down the line? Come on bitch, we haven’t even had our first date yet.”

“Oh god! You’re right,” Priyanka said with an over dramatic gasp, “Here- we can go on a date the second my shift is up, then I can confess my undying immortal love to you. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.” Lemon said, “When’s your shift done?”

Priyanka didn’t answer immediately, turning to grab a poppy seed muffin from beside her before she was handing it to Lemon with a wink.

“Gimme two dollars and fifty cents, then I can clock out. I’ve served my time in this coffee scented hellhole, time to blow your mind by taking you on the best date in the whole goddamn world.”

Lemon handed Priyanka another five dollar bill, “Well then keep the change and let’s go bitch, I wanna get this date started! I’m ready to have my mind absolutely blown.”

“Oh trust me,” Priyanka said with a cocky grin, taking off her apron and name tag before she was hopping over the counter, “You’ll never be able to look at dates the same after this. It’ll be life changing bitch.”

Lemon couldn’t help but laugh, “Sure, I can’t wait then- I’m assuming you’ll be leading the way?”

“Of course babe, trust me.” Priyanka suddenly turned around to face the counter, yelling with far too much enthusiasm, “Ilona get out here and do your fucking job, I’m clocking out!” She didn’t wait for a response, moving towards the exit before bowing low in front of Lemon, “Now, after you m’lady… or should I say… m’lemon?”

Lemon swatted at Priyanka playfully, taking her hand before she pushed the door open, “Don’t you ever say that again you bitch.”

Priyanka giggled, “What- m’lemon doesn’t like the pet name? I don’t see the problem.”

Lemon was about to respond, ready to explain to Priyanka why m’lemon as a nickname was absolutely awful- but before she could she was cut off by a sarcastic, “Thanks for the heads up Priyanka, I love the last minute notice- ya know I’m not being paid to step in and handle the place myself whenever you wanna go on dates or whatever?”

Lemon blushed as she turned to see another woman behind the counter, an annoyed look on her face as she stared Priyanka down.

“You aren’t being paid to sit in the backroom on your phone either Ilona, but you don’t hear me complaining about it.” Priyanka said, more smugly playful than accusatory, “And we were just leaving. I’m taking m’lovely m’lemon out on a date. Don’t wait up.”

“It’s just Lemon.” Lemon supplied, though neither woman seemed to listen to her.

“Well take your m’lemon out the door and go make out or whatever somewhere else- somewhere far, far away from here.”

Lemon quickly grabbed Priyanka’s hand, pulling her through the door and to the street, calling out an apologetic, “We’re leaving, don’t worry!” over her shoulder.

Priyanka stayed silent for a moment, deliberating it seemed before she began to lead them down the street- a comfortable silence between them as they walked. It was nice… especially with Priyanka seemingly lost in her own thoughts… not speaking at all. Lovely.

“Wow,” Priyanka finally said, voice full of shock, which made Lemon look up at her curiously, “I can’t believe this.”

Priyanka lifted up their intertwined hands, shaking her head solemnly before she said, “Already holding hands with me. Jesus Christ Lemondra, what kind of hussy do you think I am? At least put on some protection before we do this next time- I don’t wanna get your cooties.”

Lemon snorted out a laugh, goddamn Priyanka and her ability to make anything funny, “You’d love to get my cooties.”

“Mmmm maybe I would Lemondra,” she said, stopping in her tracks to bring the back of Lemon’s hand up to her lips, kissing her skin softly.

It was kind of romantic if you asked Lemon, and she felt her heart melt a bit in her chest at the gesture, though the moment was quickly disrupted by Priyanka saying, “Hmmm… not as sour as I was expecting.”

This caused Lemon to raise an eyebrow, “Why would my skin be sour-?” Then it hit her. Another stupid joke about her name.

“Alright fuck you,” Lemon said as Priyanka broke out into cackling hyena laughter, “I swear to god if you make anymore jokes about me being named Lemon I will actually end you.”

Priyanka nodded, making a very serious, solemn face as she crossed her heart, “No more lemon jokes. Understood.”

“Thank you.” Lemon murmured, pressing a kiss to Priyanka’s cheek, “If you actually manage to keep your mouth shut maybe I’ll…” She tapped a finger against her chin in mock thought before she smirked, saying in a saccharine sweet faux innocent tone, “Maybe I’ll give you a treat after our date.”

Priyanka nodded even more enthusiastically than she had before, a bit red in the face, clearly picking up on Lemon’s thinly veiled innuendo.

Then, once more, she had to open her mouth, “Will the treat be lemon cake?”

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abused-virgil-oneshots · 4 years

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Patton’s Perfect Family-Chapter 19- In the Hospital

Masterpost

TW: Hospitals, cursing, threats, threats of starvation

written with @wittlevirgilsanders on Tumblr.

There was this incessant beeping happening. If it would just shut up Logan could sleep better. It was also really bright, but the beeping was more bothering. Did Patton set an alarm? He did usually, but it never woke him up. Why is it so fucking bright in here?

"Lo? Logan, baby, can you open your eyes for me?" Why did Patton care if he opened his eyes right now? He was here, with him. He was alive, why couldn't Patton just let him sleep? He was so tired, and everything hurt. "Logie, I'm so sorry. I promise, I won't let you get hurt again." Logan finally opened his eyes. He might as well not make Patton mad.

Holy fuck it was bright. Why is it so bright? "Logie! You're awake!" A dark mass crashed into Logan's side. He let out a groan of pain.

"Sir, if you could please just-"

"Don't say anything about home, Logie. Or everyone back home is going to be stuck down there and they don't have enough food to last. As far as everyone else needs to know, unless I say otherwise, we are happily married. M'kay Logie?"

"Dr. Heart! Please, get off your husband or I will have you removed from the room until Dr. Heart is cleared to leave!"

"Ok, ok! I'm just so happy he's awake."

"I understand, but I need to check everything for your husband, please leave the room for a moment."

"Could I please just stay with him? Please? I just need to be able to see he's ok."

The nurse reluctantly agreed. Patton was family, technically. No matter how annoying he was while he was trying to check Logan out.

Logan was quiet the whole time, not wanting to say the wrong thing and get Patton caught. Who knows if he would actually keep what he said, but Logan didn't want to take chances.

He wouldn't be the cause of their deaths.

"Well, you are doing well for someone who was just shot. In fact, I'd actually like to talk to you about that. Er- well, the police would." The nurse had finished all his tests.

"That won't be necessary. I doubt they would be able to do much of anything. I do think it was an accident."

"Being that as it may Dr. Heart, you still have to have something on record of this. We still need a report."

"Could we at least wait until Logie is feeling better to do this? He doesn't need to be stressed over this. I'm sure he barely remembers anything. I mean, it all happened so quick. I didn't even realize what had happened until he was on the ground. Who knows how much he could." When had Patton become such a good liar? Probably when he decided kidnapping would be a good thing to do.

Maybe he always had been.

"Patton's right. I really don't remember much," He wasn't lying, exactly. He couldn't remember much. If he had to do this he might as well be as close to the truth as possible.

"Alright. I suppose we could try and see if you know more on the day of discharge." The nurse took his clipboard and left.

Patton turned to face Logan. He climbed into the bed beside him, a tight fit to say the least, and started to comb his hands through Logan's hair. "Such a good boy, Logie. So good. You really had me worried. I'm so sorry for getting you hurt. I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home. I have to leave tonight to make sure everyone is ok. Promise me you'll be good?"

"Yes, Patton. I promise," Logan curled up as much as he could away from Patton before being pulled back around and into Patton's chest.

"That's good bunny. Do you forgive me? 'M so sorry," Patton wrapped his hands around Logan and buried his face in Logan's hair.

"Yes Patton. I forgive you. When can we go home?" It would be harder to slip up there. Yes, that was it. Not because Logan was scared of everyone he met hurting him like the last couple he had met.

Patton smiled brightly through Logan's hair. He had called it home.

"Soon? Maybe, I'm not sure bunny, they have to check some things first. Probably a few days."

A few days. Logan should be able to last that long. He just didn't have to slip up. How hard could that be?

He could see the stars through the window. It was just barely, they were more like little dots. The blinds were hard to see through to begin with, but Patton had taken away his glasses because it was late and he thought that if he did that Logan would sleep, but he couldn't.

He wouldn't.

Not when he was so close to the stars. They could be the worst quality picture and Logan wouldn't be able to tear his eyes away from them. Which they practically were, without his glasses at least.

He'd been here two days. Patton had barely left his side, only going a few times to go to the restroom and to check on the others. Patton was currently in an arm chair, waiting for him to drift off before he went anywhere, which wouldn't be long now. He was exhausted.

The stars started to drift out to even blurrier as it got harder to keep his eyes open.

Patton's jaw clenched as he stared at the TV. "Two of our supposed missing people have once again turned up, at a hospital in Marsh. When questioned about their disappearances, both admitted to having eloped, but that leaves many unanswered questions about a few other missing person's cases, that all seem to tie back to one Patton-"

Patton turns off the TV, turning back to look at Logan, fast asleep in his hospital bed."Wake up bunny." He chirps, his voice sweet and light, "It's time to go!"

Logan stirred slightly, staring up at Patton with a yawn as he blindly reached for his glasses and put them on. "I thought I wasn't getting released until tomorrow?"

"The doctors said you were good to go today!" Patton chirps. The lie was so obvious it was impossible for Logan not to notice, but he didn't want to argue and risk someone getting hurt. Standing, he barely has time to grab his coat before Patton pulls him towards the door, hurriedly dragging him to the elevator and pushing the one button.

The elevator closed as Logan watched a nurse turn into his room. Maybe she would cause a panic quick enough to stop Patton?

They hit the bottom floor too quickly for Logan's taste. Patton dragged him off the second the door opened. They reached the pastel blue car that Logan remembered so clearly from what was supposed to be their trip. That felt like a lifetime ago.

Logan slipped in and his door slammed closed as soon as he was clear. Patton got in the drivers side and turned around to go through the back before coming out with a piece of fabric.

"Turn around." Patton gestured for him to face away from him.

"What?"

"Turn around, I need to put this on you. Just for safety, I promise as soon as we get home I'll take it off." Logan reluctantly turned so Patton could tie it on. Couldn't he just see the stars a little longer before he had to go back to the hellhole.

The car started and soon they were leaving, on their way back.

///1267 words.

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lowkeyaesthvtic · 4 years

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Evil Karma - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 - Chapter 11

Word Count: 2,180

Summary: Harry, Sofi, and Gil hunt down the beast. Basically the solo Harry Hook scene from D2 with some EXTRA EXTRA gay thrown in because why not?

Pairings: Harry Hook x OC, mentions of Jay x Carlos, mention of former!Harry x Carlos, mention of Harry x OC x Uma, oh and a Harry x Gil kiss because why not

Rating: T for language, threats of violence, and a whole lot of sexual tension

Warnings: Language, threats of violence, whole lot of sexual tension and some possible innuendos if you squint??

Tags: @descendantofthesparrow @hookedradge @batmanwearsabowtie @newtshairdryer @amityravenclawelf

Author’s Note: Tumblr’s formatting is so weird and won’t let me indent my paragraphs and it’s kinda driving me crazy.

It didn’t take Gil and I very long to get to Harry. The two of us walked through the bazaar, Gil’s fire still roaring high and my hand ready on my dagger in case someone wanted to cause some unwanted trouble. We finally found him twiddling with his hook and taking a swig from his flask as he stood outside of Shenzi’s Hyena Pub. “Getting tipsy before a hunt, huh? Bad idea, Hooky.” I spoke flirtatiously as we finally came close enough for me to snake my arms around his neck.

Harry plants a quick, fiery kiss on my lips as he responds. “All of my ideas are bad, duckling, that’s what makes them so good.” He smirked as he leaned in to take the kiss further. As tempting as his lips seemed to mine, I put my finger gently on top of them to keep him from deepening his touch.

“Not here, Harry.”

“Why not? We’ve got plenty of time to catch our beast, it’s not like Uma gave us a deadline, right?” His lustful gaze bore deep into my chest, but that gaze was changed to a look of realization as Gil tapped his shoulder, waving excitedly when Harry made eye contact with him. “Oh, that’s why not.”

“Hey, Harry! I’m helping you guys take Ben, isn’t that awesome?” Gil beamed, his disposition faintly switching back and forth between sweet and an angry fire. Harry turned me to the side and lowered his voice as he spoke.

“Since when was Gil a part of this? Did Uma say it was okay?” Harry was a combination of confused and a tad bit paranoid. His free hand gripped onto the arch of his hook, seeming worried that Uma would punish us for letting someone into this special plan of ours.

“Why wouldn’t he be? I mean, you’re strong, Harry, but Gil has the strength to drape you over his shoulder in seconds. Imagine the damage he could do to Ben before Uma ties him up. It’s fitting. The son of Gaston finally hunting down the little legacy of the Beast that made both his and his father’s life miserable. Besides, Gil was third in command before I got here. I think he should stay there.” I looked to Gil as we spoke, watching as he smiled back at me.

“Wouldn’t that knock you down a peg, duckling?”

“Not necessarily. Two people can share a certain amount of power.” I leaned in extra close to his ear, lowering my voice to a husky whisper. “Happens in the bedroom all the time, right, Hooky?” His breath makes a tiny hitch as I take a small, gentle nibble on his earlobe before backing away. Harry smiles before wrapping his arm around Gil and playfully dragging him across the trash-infested streets of the Isle.

Not long after our walk began, we found a familiar looking crowd standing down at the end of the street, with one boy in particular trailing just a bit too far behind. “Huh, that hut at the end of the street looks like Mal’s old place..” Gil pointed at the straying group of kids. Harry quickly knocked his hand down, careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves.

“That is Mal’s old place. And it looks like our prey is falling a bit far behind the pack.” Harry replied. I snickered as I noticed Ben’s naive dancing along the shoulders of the street. Honestly, I’m surprised that he’s lasted this long. But the time for roaming the Isle is long gone for this royal bastard.

“Gil, you should get him now while he’s behind. That way we don’t have to worry about fighting off the entourage.” When I turned my head to gesture Gil towards the baby Beast, his demeanor seemed nervous, unsure. “Gil, what are you waiting for? Go get him, knock him out and bring him to the lower deck of the ship so Uma can tie him up!”

Gil stood still. Frozen and almost dumbfounded by the sight of his greatest enemy standing so close in his sights. “I...I don’t know, Sofi. Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all.” He mumbled, stepping back behind Harry.

“What the fuck are you talking about, not cut out for it? Just a few minutes ago, you were yelling at me with fire in your eyes about how you wanted to be included in things like this!” I gritted my teeth, wanting to yell the boy into shape but not wanting to scare off the Beast.

“I know..and I do. But I just, I’m not very good at hurting people. I don’t..I don’t really know how to do it.” Gil began to stumble on his words as his nervousness grew and grew. Was he really having second thoughts about this when he was so close? Harry grabbed Gil by his shoulders and pulled the blonde closer to him, mere inches separating their faces as their chests touched.

“Gil, sunshine, listen to me. You see that son of a bitch over there?” He asked, pointing to Ben, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing. “That boy’s father had your father nearly killed by pushing him off a cliff. That boy’s father created this hellhole Isle and had you, me, Uma and all the rest of us trapped here without even giving us a chance! Do you think he deserves to walk away from that unscathed?” Gil shook his head, slowly understand Harry’s words but more encaptured by their closeness.

“I mean...I guess hurting Ben would be hurting his dad too, right?”

“Exactly, Gil! That asshole over there made you, your father, and your crew’s life miserable from the jump. I know that pisses you off. So why don’t you get over there and beat him so black and blue his parents won’t recognize him?” Before Gil is able to playfully shout in agreement, Harry grabs Gil by his face and crashes their lips together. My eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, but from Gil’s brightened eyes and motivated smile, I could tell he wasn’t complaining. After the quick collision of their lips had subsided, Gil hastily and quietly ran to hunt his Beast. Waiting for our cue to pass Uma’s message, I look to Harry in a bit of a shock.

“Harry, what was that?” I ask, a small laugh of confusion escaping from my mouth.

“A bit of motivation. Some good luck for our brave soldier.” He joked, shrugging it off as if it was something he had done before. Was it something he had done before? Did Uma know about this? It then dawned on me the main reason Harry kissed Gil, and the main reason it worked so well.

“You know about his crush on you, don’t you?”

“Oh definitely, duckling. He makes it very obvious. Uma and I thought about letting him into the relationship at one point, but he’s just not into Uma like that. Why be with the both of us if you only have feelings for one, yeah?” I shrugged in response. It seemed so simple yet so complicated at the same time. It made sense, but yet so many questions popped into my mind.

“So, do the two of you have something going or are you just some lip service to each other?” Harry chuckled at the pun, not caring much whether or not it was intended. “Seriously. I’m sure Uma and I would like to know if you’re hooking up with someone that isn’t us.”

“He thinks of my kisses like little good luck charms. Nothing more. He told me so himself. Although, I would be lying if I told you I had never hooked up with him before. But it was long before Uma and I became an official item.” As I watched Gil carry an unconscious Ben over his shoulder and away from the entourage, I began my slow walk towards Mal’s home.

“You’ve got quite the body count, don’t you, Hooky?”

“What can I say, duckling? He’s very tender. Tender and gentle. I love taking the gentle ones and making them scream my name.” His luscious words tempted me, but we had a job to focus on. I would deal with my urges later.

“You better hope Uma doesn’t hear you saying that. The only name she wants screamed is hers.” Harry was about to spit out a response when we hear a soft, fair voice calling out Ben’s name. Harry and I were still relatively far back in the shadows. I stayed towards the back as Harry walked in front of me. His silhouette must have looked similar to the King’s because Evie still believed the shadow belonged to the royal Beast.

“Ben! Ben…don’t scare us like that.” With Evie’s words and sighs of relief from the boys around her, Harry and I emerged from the shadows and stood side by side, leaving them in shock.

“Don’t scare you? That’s my speciality.” Harry teased as I gave a conniving, quiet laugh from the side.

“Harry…” Evie whispered in disbelief. Did she really think that someone like Ben could walk through the Isle and have nothing happen to him? Whether we had a plan or not, there are plenty of people on the Isle who would hate Ben enough to snatch him. It just so happened to be us this time around.

“What did you do with Ben?” Jay asked, seeming tempted to take a step up towards us.

“Oh, uh, we nicked him.” Harry replied simply and nonchalantly, a small smile reminding him of our victorious mischief. I chuckled in response, remembering Gil’s smile as he walked past us with Ben passed out and draped over his shoulder.

“Like candy from a baby.” I taunted, peering into every pair of eyes I could find in front of me.

“And if you ever want to see him again, have Mal come to the Chip Shoppe tonight. Alone.” He glared as he let his finger roam to Evie, then Jay, then Carlos. “Uma wants a little visit.” He side eyed towards me, excited for what was in store for us.

“No weapons, either.”

“Weapons? Why would Mal need to worry about weapons?” Evie asked.

“Aw, Evie darling, seems like you’ve been in Auradon a bit too long, haven’t you?” Harry taunted, eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat.

“I saw Mal at Curl Up and Dye not too long ago. The blushing Queen to be had a knife in her back pocket. If she even tries to think about pulling something on Uma…” I let my fingers trace on the arch of Harry’s hook, wandering until they decided to grip the middle. “She’ll get hooked right where she stands.” I’m slightly taken aback as Carlos takes a confronting step in front of Jay and Evie, attempting to defend them.

“Why are you even a part of this? There’s no way you grew up on the Isle.” Carlos bit back aggressively. Given his small stature and some juicy bits of information I had learned about him from Harry, it was nearly impossible to take his defense seriously. I let an evil, mocking laugh roar from my chest as I looked over to Harry, pretending to be frightened.

“Well, well! Looks like Doggy Boy over here has got some brains after all. I had no idea someone so small could have so much bark in them, did you, Harry?” He tsked and shook his head as he eyed his old flame up and down.

“Oh, I know about his bark, duckling. But his biggest weakness is one..little..bite.” Harry lowered his voice to an alluring growl as he yipped directly to Carlos’ face. Jay immediately pushed his boyfriend behind him, ready to fight Harry by any means necessary. But, to his dismay, Evie held him back. “Aw, Jay...it seems like you’ve lost your touch. First you let your bike get snatched up, now it seems you can’t even keep your boyfriend from being stolen. It’s a good thing we’re not interested in him, ain’t it, Sofi?”

I chuckled as I eyed the flustered and angry kids in front of us. “Damn straight, it is. Seriously, Doggy Boy, you’re gonna go from someone like Harry..to someone like Jay? Talk about a major downgrade.” Evie continued to hold the two boys back behind her as she stepped forward and looked at me. There wasn’t any kind of glare or sneer. Quite frankly, she didn’t even look afraid. It seemed that all she wanted to do was take in the girl in front of her: me.

“Who are you? We saw you at Yzma’s egg stand. You could’ve killed Ben right then and there. Why didn’t you?” She asked, attempting to scare the truth out of me using interrogation. However, her skills weren’t that strong.

“Oh, Evie. That’s for me to know and for you to find out later. Ciao.” I gave a small wave as I locked my fingers into Harry’s hand and walked away from the entourage.

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sickly-sweet-raven · 4 years

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To the old members, new members and ex-members of the cursed discord server

So 2019 ends in like 10 min and I've been reflecting a lot lately (read : I'm emotional and it's yalls fault asksks). Spoiler alert it's gonna be a long one and boi is it gonna get cringy deep.

This damn year has been,,, something. I graduated highschool 5 months after joining this server and am now (dying) in uni, which is why I haven't been as active as I used to be. But I've been missing you all so much, I really want to get back to being an active cursed hoe.

While getting to know all the members of this hellhole, I've fallen in love, I've met amazing people, I've relapsed and gotten back into unhealthy coping mechanisms, I've contemplated suicide, I've gotten back into drawing and art in general, I've been dragged into many great fandoms, and I've never felt this inspired and hopeful for the future (are you cringing yet).

I know I've said this like 19382837373 times and at this point I'm gonna sound like a broken record but b oi am I glad I fucking clicked that link and met you all,, do you??? know??? how thankful I am??? bih

Also I know some of you have been busy and or/trying really hard to deal with shit happening in your life. I wish you the absolute fucking best, you deserve the world. I've said this before and I will say it again : my dms are always open whether it's to vent or to chat like two brainless dumbasses. You're strong and I believe in you.

Hopefully we can stay in touch for many, many months (or years,,, pls i beg,, am lonely and clingy) to come. You're making life so much more interesting and worth living, I actually have something to look forward to when I wake up and it's to yell in this damn server.

To those who left the server or who are currently inactive, I wish you the best too. I hope you had fun with us ! And my dms are always open if you wanna chat, too.

Long story short, happy new year you guys ! Thank you for being so incredibly supportive and open-minded, I couldn't ask for more. Good luck with school/work/life, even if you're a random person reading this!

🌸 ~ 🌸 ~ 🌸

You better comment how cringy this was on a scale from 1 to 10. I'll wait.

I'm gonna try to tag everybody but my dumb self is probably gonna forget someone dkdjdj I've been looking through the discord intros writing down yall's tumblr usernames and it's confusing my single braincell so I'm sorry in advance I swear I love you 😔✌ you're free to come attack me in dms if I forgot your name

I love you

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strangely-constructed-soul · 5 years

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Not My Enemy Chapter III

Fic Masterlist/ Main Masterlist/Ao3 version(Tumblr version is better)

Feyre

“This is not good. This is not good.” Mor muttered as she paced the apartment. Feyre couldn’t have agreed more; the demands Hybern had made of Rhys were almost driving Feyre to tears of frustration.

Feyre couldn’t keep her mind off of the threat that was clearly aimed at her.

“If you aren’t out of Rhys’s cabal by the end of the week, we’re going to have some issues, aren’t we Elain?” Hybern was such a devil. Feyre’s sister had been put on the line after Feyre had demanded to hear it from her lips so she knew that what Hybern had said was true. “Feyre? Feyre, is that you? Please, he’s got me locked up, I” She was cut off as Hybern drawled again from his side of the line. “That’s enough from you, little doe. You have five days.” With that, the line had cut off.

Now, about six hours later, Feyre was shaking slightly, and she couldn’t seem to get rid of the sickening chill that had crawled its was up her spine. Her hope was starting to fade, and that left her feeling like she was about to pass out.

Luckily, Rhys noticed the shift and ushered Mor into the dining room, murmuring something into her ear that Feyre was barely to make out other than when Rhys said “Call Az.” Mor nodded and vanished from the apartment, presumably to find a burner phone.

Rhys returned a few moments later with a mug of hot tea. He walked her over to the couch and she leaned against him for support. He tensed slightly before sliding an arm around her shoulders.

“Let’s go find her.” Feyre stated with determination. Rhys agreed readily, and despite some hesitation from Mor, set off to go find Elain.

That’s how they ended up in the darkest, dirtiest part of the slums of Velaris. Feyre sighed as she remembered when she was a child how beautiful the city had been when it was led by a royal family, their names forgotten by time and erased from the minds of most people who lived in Velaris. Her own mother had died just before the uprising, so she never had to see her beloved city or husband fall into despair. The Spring gang had killed the ruling lord, his wife, and their two children; some said that Tamlin himself had killed them.

Tamlin was thirty six to her twenty four. She had been fifteen, less than a year younger than the lord’s eldest son had been, when the gangs took over after slowly gaining power for several decades. Would Elain be slaughtered too, just like the lord and lady’s children had been? Feyre shook the thought out of her mind.

As if reading her thoughts, Rhys slowed his efficient walking pace to a stroll, and turned to her.

Rhys

“I miss it too. The music, the lights,” He murmured, a remorseful look crossing over his face, “I lost everyone I loved that night.” The gangs had been ruthless, unforgiving in their path to controlling the city. Feyre remained silent until she tentatively reached out and took his hand. He sighed, glad that she hadn’t asked more about his confession, knowing how risky it would be to reveal his secrets in such a place.

Suddenly, there was a distinct crunching sound, the sound of one carelessly loud footstep. Rhys dropped Feyre’s hand and continued walking for a few moments. He pretended to ignore the Hybernian guard stalking them, Feyre following suit. He knew what he needed to do; he took Feyre by the waist and presses her up against a nearby wall and kissed her.

Feyre

Rhys was kissing her. Rhys was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. The footsteps stopped. Feyre wove her fingers into his hair, just as she had dreamed of doing ever since he had woken up from the injury. Rhys ran his tongue over her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. Feyre groaned into his mouth and his hands tightened around her waist. There was the unmistakable sound of someone turning around and practically running in the other direction. Rhys pulled away too quickly, something sad and something like shame flashed in his eyes as he averted them. Feyre quickly realized what she had done, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. After what he had been through, he probably never wanted to be touched again, let alone be kissed. Rhys had told her in a loose explanation of what Amarantha had done to him. Then again, he had initiated the kiss, even though he probably didn’t want anything like that from her. Feyre felt like she had jumped from a precipice, and she could only hope that something would stop her from her guilt and loneliness before it was too late. Because kissing Rhys had made her feel something that made her want to hold on.

They walked in silence the rest of the way to Hybern’s lair.

Azriel

In spite of their disguises, Azriel knew the minute Feyre and Rhysand walked into the darkness of the converted hotel that Hybern had turned into his own sick version of a palace. To be fair, Mor had called him ahead of time, but he would have recognized one of his closest friends and “the Huntress”, or as he knew her, Feyre Archeron.

Az had been in deep cover for the past few weeks, scouting out Hybern’s defense system and helping captives escape. Hybern had no reason to suspect his new security ‘lackey’ was Rhysand’s highest level spy. He reported everything he learned directly to Mor.

Azriel had been incredibly surprised to find that the beautiful young woman that Tamlin had dragged into the main cavern was, in fact, Feyre’s sister Elain. Morrigan had filled him in on the situation.

Most surprising of anything was the way that Rhys was looking at Feyre. Somehow, in the past month that he’d been in this gilded hellhole, Rhysand had fallen for the most elusive assassin in the city.

Azriel didn’t have to question why Feyre could mean enough to Rhys for him to risk everything for her sister, no, he questioned why Lucien cringed every time Tamlin’s hand reached out to graze Elain’s shoulder. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Because it was then that Tamlin leaned down to kiss Elain, and she kissed him back.

Rhys

Feyre hadn’t even tried to be subtle when she fled from the lobby, and Rhys hadn’t hesitated for a second when he followed her. Even though two onyx eyes that haunted his nightmares had followed his every movement, her red lips twisting into a sadistic smirk as she saw how his face paled when she dragged her nails dug groves into the wood of her chair.

Amarantha

Rhysand had no idea of the deliciously dreadful things Amarantha planned to do to him and his Feyre. She stifled her cough until she got out of the throne room and into her private suite. The napkin that she used to cover her mouth came up bloody. She grinned at her reflection in the mirror, well, it was less of a grin and more of a scowl. With the blood dripping down the corner of her mouth and the hard look in her onyx eyes, she looked and felt ready to take down the Night gang and it’s lordling, even if it was the last thing she would ever do. Another coughing fit overcame her, and she collapsed onto her bed.

Elain

Elain squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples when Tamlin finally let her return to her room. The tiny hotel room on the top floor of the hotel felt less like a room than a cage.

The events of the past week flew through her mind as she struggled to recall anything other than the pure terror she had felt when Tamlin told her that she would be killed if she didn’t accompany him to Hybern’s… residence.

Only at night did she let the tears fall. Only at night did she let herself mourn her parents and the life she once had. Before all of this, before Hybern took everything away.

There was a knock on the door, and Elain brushed her tears away quickly. No one here knocked. Ever. The man pushed the door open, and she saw someone she didn’t expect. The handsome man who had been watching her in the hotel lobby closed the door behind him with a resounding click. His hazel eyes softened as he took in her disheveled appearance.

“Miss Elain? I’m Azriel. I’m here to help you.”

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seafoamchild · 4 years

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the decade is ending. i guess i’ll use this milestone in time to reflect about the past ten years. i was 15 when the decade started and i will be 25 when it ends. so much growth has happened and i’m honestly so proud of myself. i graduated high school and college, visited 24 countries, started countless new jobs and moved so many times. the emotional growth has been torturous but so amazing in the end.

half of high school happened. i was so ugly, insecure, and shy, and i had no idea how to fit in. i was good at school but i remember feeling perceived as having “no personality” because i was so quiet. i had awful skin and no clue how to dress well, or how to do my hair or fix my eyebrows. i lived mostly within my imagination and i spent so many hours on tumblr and polyvore and 8tracks, collecting pretty images and music and dreaming up escapist fantasies. i was such a dreamy, poetic girl with all these artistic hobbies but i could not for the life of me fit in at school and i thought boys would never, ever like me. i did cross country and track and that was the closest i came to feeling a sense of belonging. during the summers i went on a rafting trip in utah and discovered people actually thought i was funny, and i went to france and discovered i was very good at foreign languages. i guess during the second half of high school i developed my tastes in music and books and art, i got pretty into fitness and running, and by the end of high school i finally found my real friends, even though i went in and out of severe bouts of depression which prevented me from feeling like i belonged in the group.

after high school i had no interest in going to college, but i felt the pressure from my school and my parents. i compromised by taking a semester off to go to bolivia and peru. this was such a highlight of my life. i felt for the first time like i belonged, truly. people liked me, people thought i was funny. nothing could get my spirits down. i absolutely loved roughing it - living out of a backpack, hiking in the mountains, learning spanish, playing cards to pass the time because we didn’t even have cell phones. i can’t even describe how much i loved the three months i spent in south america. i think fondly about this trip all the time.

then came college. i never wanted to go in the first place, and it truly was a horrible experience for me. once again, i did not fit in. i smoked way too much weed and tried all these drugs and thought i was so fucking cool. i wanted to escape reality so bad during this intensely lonely time. i used to get super stoned by myself and just walk around at night, alone, for hours. i felt like i had no friends. i felt like everyone on that campus was so cookie-cutter and basic, and i couldn’t relate to any of them. i dated my first boyfriend, which was such a mistake. because i was so ugly and shy in high school, i had terrible self esteem and i felt immediately attracted to anyone who remotely “wanted” me. that relationship was terrible. i thought i was in love but i felt so used and manipulated by the end of it. i had no idea how to navigate those types of feelings or how to stand up for myself. i was beyond depressed and constantly wished i was dead. my acne was so bad and my room was so messy and i was living such an unhealthy lifestyle. i was snorting adderall and smoking cigarettes. i was doing acid and walking around campus, feeling more detached than ever. i don’t even know how i managed to get decent grades in school.

i dated my second boyfriend, and he treated me a lot better but we were so codependent and awful together. i felt like such trash and like no one would ever like me at that fucking university so i might as well hate everyone else too and spend time with the one person i could connect with. we didn’t care about anyone except each other. neither of us had any friends. we treated everyone else like shit. the summer after sophomore year we went on a roadtrip up the west coast and we did all these drugs together and went to raves all the time and it was so fun and carefree. all we did was smoke, eat, do drugs, go to concerts, have sex, and watch TV. then i went to tanzania to study abroad for three months, and i finally realized how damaging it had been to live with him in our own stupid alternate reality, willfully oblivious to everything and everyone else. i realized how much i’d been shutting out my own friends. i realized how much i’d missed out on. i realized that i had never had a boyfriend i was actually in love with and attracted to. i’d just been looking for something to fill the lonely, something to assure me i was pretty and good because i could not love myself. i was so miserable in that hellhole university, but dating people gave me temporary happiness.

i finally broke up with my second boyfriend for good after dragging it out for another six months. i just didn’t know how to end things at all. but i finally did. the last year of college was actually kind of fun. it was so bittersweet. for the first time, i was single and having a good time. i woke up and realized how badly i played myself by wasting so much time being miserable with men, and i was so angry and bitter about this. instead of being alone all the time, i took dance classes and went out to the bar every thursday night and partied and had a lot of fun. i felt like i should have been having fun like that throughout college. but oh well. i didn’t want to die anymore, but i still wasn’t very happy. i remember drinking entire bottles of wine by myself in desperate attempts to feel something.

after graduating college i felt so liberated. i felt pretty that summer. i lost a lot of weight in tanzania and i didn’t have my chipmunk cheeks anymore. i bought a one way ticket to europe, where i had the time of my damn life. i lived like a dirty vagabond, sleeping on random people’s floors and drifting from place to place. i hooked up with a lot of men. i went wherever the wind took me. i felt so alive and invigorated now that i was no longer trapped in the university bubble. i felt like i wanted to just travel forever. i eventually got tired of it, gained weight, felt ugly again, and ran out of money. i fell head over heels in love with sam. i really felt like i had found “the one”. he was cute, he was funny, he was outgoing and my friends and family actually liked him - they hated my other boyfriends.

i thought i had found my confidence but i really hadn’t. i was still really insecure. i had not recovered from my experiences in high school and college. my stint in europe was a refreshing rush of adrenaline, but it did not fix my issues deep down. i was a jealous girlfriend. i did not know how to communicate my feelings. i still did not know how to stand up for myself. i kept everything inside.

there was a brief time - when i went to spain to get my TEFL - when things felt almost perfect between sam and me. we were so happy there. he had lots of friends, i had lots of friends, we ate and drank and partied and went running and just felt so optimistic about our future together. when we moved to vietnam together i ended up feeling so hopeless and sad. things fell apart rather quickly, but i convinced myself to hold on. within the first two months of being there, i had this voice in the back of my mind telling me i should break up with sam, that it wasn’t going to work out. and i was RIGHT - but i didn’t listen to myself, as usual. i let it drag on and on. i thought it would get better. and it didn’t, of course. i felt cheated again. i had not had a good time in vietnam, and i felt so bitter as i wondered, would things have been better had i gone there alone, without sam? would i have made more friends that way? would i have found a niche? there is no point in wasting time wondering what could have been. there is only what was. i only wish i would have been strong enough to just end things with sam instead of hanging on for so long - but was i wrong to hope things would get better for us? i was learning life lessons and i can’t get mad at myself for that.

in retrospect it’s so clear to me i should have never gone to new zealand with him. i should have listened to myself, because i always knew i didn’t want to go there. but i did not listen. i was desperate to feel what i had felt for sam before, during happier times. but i would never feel that way again. i went to new zealand and i was literally suicidal. i didn’t know what i’d done to deserve everything to go so wrong. i was so mad at myself for allowing the whole thing to happen, and for ignoring that fact that sam and i had been miserable together for months and months - we just chose not to accept it. we chose to blame it on being in vietnam, on not having friends, etc. but it was really just us.

as awful as that time was, it’s a part of my story now. it was a transformative time and i laugh about it now - living in a car, breaking up on valentine’s day, sharing a kitchen with 60 people. so ridiculous that’s how we ended up. now it’s the end of the year and i feel so much life inside me. i want to keep living. i laugh so much every day. i have an amazing roommate who feels like a sister, i have so many friends, i have so much fun at my jobs, i finally have a place to call home. i have not slept with a man in 9 months because i haven’t even met anyone i feel attracted to. i finally feel like i know my worth. at least i hope so. i feel confident. i have been through so many lows that the highs feel so good. i am ending this year and this decade on a very good note and i am so glad.

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mysteli · 5 years

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Rant and Rave (Alana X MC)

A/N: Heya! So here is my first ever fic for Alana and Kari. I wasn’t sure about it when it wrote it because I thought the idea was a little weird but I think it turned out to okay. Was gonna be NSFW but then I decided to focus on emotions and first feeling and tensions. Hope it’s good but I’ll definitely have a better one out eventually.

Warning: T (slight innuendo and swearing - also include some sensitive topics)

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Kari can feel the stress rising from her abdomen to her heart and she can’t help but paint a million pictures of a tortured Damien in her mind, imagining how pained and alone he must feel right now, isolated in an iron cell and constantly provoked by the manipulative games that Eros create for him. All his worries dragged through him as he hopes and prays that all of us are okay and preparing to rescue him.

What Kari can’t understand is why it’s taking so long. They should have found him by now. Maybe he’s starting to lose hope that they’ll ever get to him and that’s the last thing that Kari wants. It’s the last thing any of them want, well maybe besides Alana.

Alana showed up out of the blue and things seemed to be going nowhere until she decided to help. Lately, they’ve been getting closer, finally catching at least one lead that may lure them closer to Damien. There are simpler ways but no way in hell is Kari accepting Cecile’s deal. She vowed to save Damien and she won’t quit until he’s back by her side.

Right now, Kari can’t take it. While the night roars on, she slipped out of the hotel room where they’re staying in Tokyo and ventured to the nearest bar, which has become her only escape lately. She almost can hear Damien’s stern voice scolding her in her own head every time she sips from a shot. He’d be telling her to stop drowning in a drink and start composing herself. Hell... he’d tell to just forget about him the right way and she hates that he’d say that.

Shot after shot. Drink after drink. Bottle after bottle. But she still isn’t drunk. There’s an endless amount of stress writhing within Kari and not even a million drinks could make that melt away. Only finding Damien. That’s the only thing that would help.

Kari can feel her mind spinning with questions, wonders and regrets, as she contemplates everything she should have said to Damien. To everyone in her life really. The things she doesn’t have the guts to say. Even Alana. Kari can’t even bring herself to say a simple ‘thank you’ to Alana and she can’t even explain why.

Sitting propped on a stool by the bar, Kari can feel shivers running down her spine over and over again, as a clear image of Alana Kusuma enters her mind. Why is it so clear? It should be blurry like everyone else in her life. No. Alana is clear, easy to see but so hard to figure out.

She’s different to anyone else that Kari has ever met and certainly one of the craziest. So crazy but in the damn best way. Probably the sexiest woman to ever grace this earth as well. Everything about her. The way she struts, saunters and storms. The way she speaks in that low, teasing tone. The way her ombré hair dances in the wind as she wanders away. The way her hazel eyes sparkle with an intensity only ever suited for her. Kari can’t describe the woman enough because there are too many words to use.

Such a badass. That’s what Alana is. A straight up badass.

Hold up. Why is Kari even thinking about this? This is Alana we’re talking about. Damien’s ex-partner, in both ways. A woman way out of Kari’s league. Of course, Alana would never go for someone like Kari. She’s mellow, vanilla, not ready to deal with someone on such a level as Alana Kusuma. Who could? Exactly. No one. She’s fucking perfect.

Kari quickly shoves all those thoughts to the back of her mind and takes a long sip of the vodka in her hand, before slamming it back on the surface of the bar. She’s had enough of all this conspiracy. She just wants her friends back and then she wants it to be over. She never thought she’d say this but... she wants to be normal again.

“Well, well, well. Thought I’d find you here.” A voice suddenly calls out to Kari and she can feel herself shaking at the lustful impact that circles the tone of that certain voice, immediately giving the identity of the owner away.

Kari barely tilts her head and that’s enough to catch sight of a mischievous glint that naturally brightens Alana Kusuma’s eyes. It’s a look impossible to mistake and it’s what makes her so damn addictive.

Rolling her eyes, Kari swerves around on her stool, tensing up at Alana’s irresistible exterior. Her ombré hair appears even brighter within the light that looms from the ceiling. Her hazel eyes narrow with curiosity and she scanning Kari in an eager manor, darting back and forth occasionally. She’s dressed in a red halter top and a pair of tight, black skinny jeans that cling to her skin and highlight her every curve. Kari licks her lips, trying to make it come across as a constant habit instead of a sign of hunger.

Alana forms an intrigued smirk, folding her arms rather casually. “What happened to your voice? Is it all the alcohol?” She suggests, gesturing towards all the empty shots scattered on the surface of the bar around Kari, who has now snapped out of her trance.

For a moment, she’s dazed and is unsure what to say. “I’m not trying to get drunk. I’m... stress-drinking.” Kari pulls out her worst excuse and Alana just rolls her eyes in response, sauntering over to Kari as her hips sway with the music that plays in the background, becoming a distant memory by the time Alana reaches Kari.

A sudden look of concern crosses Alana’s face, replacing all the mischief and confidence that smirk of hers brought to the atmosphere before. Now her expression is full of worry... genuine concern. Alana almost instinctively places her hand on Kari’s shaking shoulder, stroking ever so slightly on the soft skin as goosebumps gradually rise in reaction.

“We all miss Damien, Kari.” Alana points out, as Kari closes her eyes and releases a heavy sigh, immediately feeling ashamed and ridiculous.

“...I know. I just had to get outta there.” Kari admits, taking another deep sip out of the bottle she clutches firmly in her hand.

Alana scoffs that her insinuation. “What? Why? We’re actually getting somewhere. Isn’t that what you wanted? Thought you were the one who had all the hope and determination needed to find Damien.” Alana states as bluntly as possible, even though she tries so hard to be reassuring. Turns out, she isn’t really good at it.

Kari drops her flask and hides her face in her hands, completely avoiding eye contact with Alana, knowing a mockery might be made of her. “Yeah... right. That’s what I’m supposed to be. That’s what I told myself I would be. But what have I done since Damien left? Just passed around some shitty reassurance.” Kari snaps, clearly at herself but Alana is still unexpectedly impacted by a slight ounce of hurt.

Alana arches her eyebrows, moving her hand further up Kari’s arm, causing her to flinch and tilt her head in a frustrated manor. “What the hell are you saying any of that for? You’ve done more for Damien than anyone else in this damn super squad of yours. And you sure as hell have done more for everyone else. The reason anyone is even trying to save Damien... is because of you.” Alana assures, quickly positioning herself on the bar stool beside Kari and rubbing her shoulder, a lot closer than she’d usually choose to be but today is different than any usual day.

Kari can’t help but form a weak smile, no matter how strong her frustration is. She raises an eyebrow at Alana, who has an unnaturally genuine look on her face - one no one has ever seen before. Maybe not even Damien. It’s strange to think about how close Kari and Alana could become and perhaps they’re already halfway there. Kari has never felt more drawn to someone like the way she does with Alana. It’s crazy to think such a mad idea would ever become a reality but here they are and now Kari may never wanna let go.

“Are you serious? I don’t know why the hell Damien let go of you. You’re not as awful as he described you.” Kari jokes, trying to lighten the mood and break the icy silence, which is successful since she earns a light laugh from Alana, which doesn’t come out as a devious chuckle like usual.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Alana returns, flipping her hair behind her and smirking mischievously and Kari can feel a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. “But that idiot needs saving and don’t worry... we’re gonna get him out of whatever hellhole Eros is keeping him in.”

Kari’s smile widens and she finally feels a form of hope. “Really?”

Alana grins back, her fingers crawling over Kari’s shoulder and her nails graze the pale skin of Kari’s neck, causing shivers to shoot like missiles up and down her spine, awakening feelings in her that she’d felt before - especially around Alana of all people.

“Really.”

Alana leans in closer, her hand drifting to run through Kari’s silver hair, tangling her fingers between the strands. Kari parts her lips slightly and snakes her hand over Alana’s arm that rests on the surface of the bar. Nothing has ever felt this anticipated before, at least for Kari. There’s never been so much energy or tension dragged into one specific moment. Who knew the world would waste so much on people like them? Those who have been to hell and back. Those who have fought and never stopped fighting because of what they believe in. Saving those who sacrifice.

Well, Kari might as well enjoy the simple, almost normal moment the world has gifted to her. Something far from normal however. Alana Kusuma. A chance to fulfill what seemed like an impossible fantasy and Kari doesn’t plan to take for granted. Alana leans in further until her breath is heavily hovering over Kari’s plump lips. It almost feels like she’s going in for a kiss until...

“Woah...” A fascinated voice echoes in the distance but still loud enough to break the moment and force Alana and Kari apart. The moment of reassurance has faded away, ruined by such an insistent tone.

The designation of the voice seems to exist behind Kari and she swerves around on her stool, still slightly dazed from the impact of the tension she’d just experienced as she retrieves her flask from the edge of the bar - taking a long swig as an attempt to calm herself down and this seems like the best solution to soothe her and help her compose herself. All her mixed emotions are out of control right now and she can’t sustain a steady conscience.

Alana just raises an eyebrow mockingly at the owner of the voice who interrupted, a complete stranger as drunk as the days go on. Slightly older, middle-aged as a best guess. Tall, around six-foot. Intimidating... maybe but that ridiculous smile only makes him come across as creepy and condescending. Lord knows they’re in for a right nightmare.

He seems so fascinated by Kari, scanning her exterior a little too intriguingly. Alana acts on instinct and scowls, barely able to stay put in her seat instead of completely murdering the drunk maniac ogling Kari like she’s an object for him to purchase. Alana isn’t jealous, just sees it as disgusting behaviour.

Kari eyes the man strangely, starting to feel slightly uneasy and she knows it isn’t just the alcohol but the intimidation bouncing off the man, who’s presence seems to have caused nausea to rise within both Kari and Alana.

“Can I help you?” Kari asks, only then does she realise how close the man had gotten. Hearing that request, he squats down so he’s on level with Kari, who remains seated in her stool and that’s when she wants nothing more than to escape this dreaded situation. Alana just watches with narrowed eyes, complete caution lurking within the hazel shade.

The man’s devious smile widens and he’s holding a half-full beer in his hand, while the other eagerly crosses the bar. “Damn... aren’t you a treat?” He inappropriately points out, no wariness in his to whatsoever, symbolising that he has absolutely no regrets for saying that out loud.

Kari is immediately taken aback, as she sucks in a sharp breath. “What...”

“I’m just sayin’ you’re easy on the eyes. A fuckable girl if I’ve ever seen one.” The man adds, winking at Kari and that only means he’s asking for a slap in his face and that’s when his intentions become undeniably clear.

Kari narrows her eyes suspiciously, as she attempts to sustain a calm manor. “Sorry. Not interested in becoming your play mate.” She clarifies, her scowl deepening and close to becoming a glare. Kari truly can’t believe she’s going through this right now but she chooses to see this situation as a dumbass drunk guy unaware of what he’s actually doing.

“Oh come on, babe... I can guarantee a good night.” The man brings out the empty promise and an uncomfortable eyebrow raise which almost causes Kari to vomit within her mouth.

“Nope... I’m gay, anyway.” Kari denies it again, sipping out of the bottle in her hand and barely holding back the need to spit it in his face but she resists, expecting him to accept his failure and disappear now.

The man just laughs, so many uneven cracks in his voice. So many bad signs. “That ain’t a problem. Bring your friend too... and I’ll watch.”

Now that comment was too damn far.

Kari cringes uncontrollably, nausea reaching her throat and threatening to escape from her mouth. Shes pretty sure half of it is the alcohol. “God no. Get outta here you creep! You’re drunk and disgusting and you better fucking leave now before I punch you off the face of this earth!” Kari snaps, an intense anger lingering in her eyes. Her feisty comments didn’t come off like threats to the man. No... but they’re played off as a turn on.

“Damn, that was hot. Maybe we don’t have to wait to get to my place...” The man trails off when his hungry gaze lands on Alana, who is death glaring him like she’s going to kill him, burning a hole in his skull. “...trust me, both of you are gonna get something great tonight.”

The man lets out a pleasured whistle and marches over to Alana, smirking at her teasingly. “And you might just get the better treatment, hun.”

With that, Alana has heard enough. Acting on pure instinct, her temper breaks and she yanks the man by his ear and twists it relentlessly in her grasp, causing him to gasp out in pain. Alana snarls with zero regret, eyeing the creep with complete disrespect - nothing but endless threats looming over her mind as her deadly glare burns bullet holes through the stranger.

“You ain’t gonna find the one night stand you want here, asshole.” Alana whispers so intensely that it actually frightens the man, causing him to stagger back as he attempts to escape her firm grip but she reacts by slapping him straight in the face, regaining his attention. “Drinks ain’t gonna give you the fuel you need to flirt and you sure as hell have no right to harass someone I care about.” She adds, a threatening tension building and she finishes off her statement by punching him square in the face once more.

Alana just admires her handy work, smirking deviously at what she’d done and she has the right to be proud. This guy is a complete jerk. Unable to resist, she punches him in the face a few more times, resulting with a black eye and a bruise on his left cheek. One more punch and his lip is left bleeding. With that, Alana’s smile widens and shoves the man away, dropping his ear and waving at him as he staggered back, trembling.

“You’re one scary bitch,” is all he manages to say before stumbling out of the bar and causing the entire audience in the bar to erupt into applause but it doesn’t mean anything to Alana. She just rolls her eyes and escapes the bar, grabbing Kari by the wrist, despite her being shaken and stunned, and leading the silver-haired girl out the bar.

At first, Kari is confused as they wander out, wondering why Alana even did that. In some way, it’s understandable. That man was an asshole, a tool, who had no right to harass women the way he did just now. Who would believe that in this day and age someone was still capable of acting like that? It’s disgusting and Alana couldn’t just stand around and watch someone she cares about a little too much go through that. A sickening sight, it truly was and Alana is proud that she stepped in. One of her best performances, really.

This has been one hell of a night and Alana doesn’t plan for it to stop there. Kari wants an escape from thinking about all the chaos with finding Damien and Alana will sure as hell find a way to distract Kari. It’s now or never and who knows if Kari even feels the same way? But with her current state of mind, her choices may be limited.

With that, Alana acts on instinct once again and leads Kari into a nearby alleyway that exits further down the street where the bar is built. At first, Kari is confused, wondering why they would ever venture into an empty, deserted alleyway at this time of night when there’s nobody around and they’ve been through a pretty tough situation tonight. Something nobody should ever have to go through but they did.

Kari struggles to get used to their new surroundings, curiously raising her eyebrows at Alana, who is just standing there with her hazel eyes admiring Kari’s stunning exterior, sighing at each perfectly placed curve. It all belongs to her. Why is Alana even feeling this way now? She shouldn’t be but she is. Is she drunk? Hell no. Is she stupid? Probably. But she can’t help it and she’s never shied away from anything in her goddamn life and she ain’t about to start now.

“I’m sorry about what that guy did to you.” Alana apologises almost as if it was her fault, which it most definitely wasn’t.

Kari’s eyebrows collide with concern and she avoids eye contact with Alana, sighing hesitantly. “I don’t wanna talk about that. He was a jerk and his intentions were awful. That’s the bottom line.” She clarifies, folding her arms as if to stop herself from shivering in the crispy cold that lurks within the alleyway.

Silence. It erupts ever so suddenly, infecting the thoughts of Alana and Kari and leading them in for deep contemplation. It doesn’t last long however, as Alana has already decided what she wants to do. What she needs to do.

Alana cautiously steps closer to Kari, the corner of her mouth curving up a little. Kari furrows her brows in a questioning manor, clearly bewildered.

“Alana, why are you looking at me like—“

Before Kari can even dare to get her words out, Alana rushes towards her and cups her cheek, dragging their lips together and immediately melting into an easily flowing rhythm of glorious kisses that fulfil any fantasy Alana had experienced when picturing what this moment would look like. It’s exactly like she imagined and maybe even better.

Everything is so fucking perfect.

The taste of Kari’s plump lips. Sweet and sour but in the best way possible, with a lingering scent of raw alcohol from all the stress-relieving. The feeling of Kari’s body, as Alana’s hands snake around her waste and roam further to explore her petite figure. Everything is exactly the right place and nothing feels wrong. It’s all so right and Alana doesn’t know why she’s waited this long to act out on this impulse. What the hell was holding her back?

Kari remains startled at first before soon enough melting into the kiss and matching Alana’s level of urgency and passion. She’s never experienced such insistence like this before. Something so forceful and without choice. She cups Alana’s cheek and tilts her head, causing her lips to part slightly and allowing Kari to slip her tongue into Alana’s mouth, allowing her own to do the same. This adds more fuel to the fire burning inside of both of them. Their hearts electrify with an intensity never before felt by such warriors.

This moment is like a survival instinct. It needs to be done even if someone is afraid.

Alana throws even more caution to the wind and slams Kari back against the crumbling, brick wall, causing her to moan slightly at the impact and she begins running her hands through the tousled strands of Alana’s ombré hair. The tension only intensifies. The heat only rises. The want continues to build until it can’t be ignored.

Kari pulls away for a mere second to catch her breath and in that moment, she can’t help but let out a light laugh, causing Alana to wake up from the moment herself and raise her eyebrows at Kari questioningly.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” Alana asks in a quiet tone, keeping their faces close.

Kari continues to giggle ever so quietly, in complete disbelief. “I don’t know... did that really just happen? Did I just kiss Alana Kusuma?” She questions, almost to herself and her laughter increases slightly.

Alana just smirks at the reaction, taking this as an opportunity to break Kari’s laughter and silence her with another lingering kiss, built with just as much fire and passion as before but it’s slightly softer. More tender, if you will. More meaningful, carrying a little more emotion instead of instinct.

“You better believe it, baby.” Alana whispers in a sexy, irresistible tone. “And trust me... you are gonna get distracted tonight.

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mnemememory · 6 years

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Caleb literally trips over the answer to his dreams. On par with the rest of his life, it gives him a concussion.

(or; time travel - recommended for treatment of ongoing trauma)

fine part one on ao3 here and on tumblr here

Caleb literally trips over the answer to his dreams. On par with the rest of his life, it gives him a concussion.

Nott scrambles up from where she’s pouring acid into a vial. It sprays across the wooden floorboards and promptly begins to dissolve its way towards the first floor. Nott pays this very little mind, sprinting across the room at a breakneck pace and dropping to her knees next to Caleb’s still body.

“Caleb,” she says, pinching desperately at his cheeks. He groans, but refuses to open his eyes. Nott squeezes harder. There will be bruises, later. Very oddly shaped bruises.

“I don’t think –” Fjord begins to say, and then cuts himself off as Nott turns her wrathful gaze onto him.

“Go. Get. Jester.”

Fjord nods and hurries out of the room, trying to look as though the reason he’s rushing is because he’s worried about his friend. The homicidal, slightly manic look in Nott’s eyes does not bode well.

(Neither does the growing hole in their floor).

Nott turns her attention back to where Caleb is still on the ground, still groaning but not opening his eyes, still breathing (but for how long?). Nott presses her ear to his chest and listens to his heartbeat, her own sounding a little unsteady as blood roars through her ears.

Jester barges into the room, spells sparking pink on her fingertips, face a mask of blind panic.

“What happened?” she says, crouching next to Caleb and slapping him non-too gently in the face. The only reason Nott moves it because Jester is a healer, and also maybe because she could (theoretically) smack Nott by accident and send her flying into the wall. Jester tended to get a little…overenthusiastic, when she actually deigned someone bed off enough to be in need of her healing. It had happened before.

Nott points with a low hiss at the offending object – the dodecahedron, sitting out of Jester’s pink backpack, glowing faintly in the dim lighting. Caleb had taken it out to study, but had gotten frustrated halfway through and started pacing. Nott hadn’t been paying too much attention at that point, but now she wishes she had been.

From where Nott is sitting, it looks unbearably smug with the situation – insomuch as an inanimate (probably inanimate, Nott is onto it) object can express emotion. She kind of wants to grab it and throw it down the stairs.

Just as Jester is about to shock a spell into Caleb’s body, he gives a low gasp and lurches forward, eyes flying open. In his rush, he headbutts Jester, and is immediately knocked back onto the ground in a daze. Jester, unbalanced by the unexpectedness of the attack, falls onto her butt.

“I can see it,” Caleb rasps, reaching out to grab Jester’s wrist in a vice-like grip. “I can see it all. There’s – there’s so much of it, Jester, there’s –”

“FUCK!” someone yells, downstairs, as acid drips onto their head.

There are still only three cups.

“I thought I had more time,” Caduces says, mouth quirked slyly as he picks up his own cup of tea to take a long drink from it. They’re all piled outside his house in the cemetery, overgrown canopy dappling the sunlight green and grey. Most of them have found indifferent purchase on the graves, except for Molly, who is sitting on the ground. “I didn’t know when you would show up.”

Caleb’s smile is unbearably fond. “Never change,” he says.

Caduces gives them all a proper grin, teeth showing and eyes lazy. “Oh, I doubt that will be a problem,” he says. He looks at Molly. “And who is this? Your friend?”

“Your friend, too, now,” Nott says. She’s bundled herself next to Caduces to ward off the slight chill in the air, foregoing the tea in favour or something heavier.

“Of course,” Caduces says, face unchanging.

“Mollymauk Tealeaf, a pleasure to be at your acquaintance,” Molly says. He starts to get up, but Yasha just grabs the back of his ridiculous coat and pulls him back to the ground.

“Don’t bother,” she says, taking a small sip of tea. She passes the cup to Molly.

“Mr. Clay,” Caduces introduces himself, nodding his head in a slight bow. “This is just delightful. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“And I’ve certainly heard a lot about you,” Molly says, which isn’t exactly a lie per say, but they hadn’t really gone out of their way to explain…well, Caduces to him. Yasha had taken a tiny bit of savage glee in the jealousy generated from the pink mohawk. “Though I would certainly love to know just how you met my wonderful travelling companions. Everyone certainly seems very comfortable with each other.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Beau says through a yawn, basking in the sunlight. She had balanced herself between two graves – the names chipped clean, though the words “I TOLD YOU I WAS –” could be vaguely made out beneath the ivy – and was lying back with the kind of peace that can only be found in a graveyard, surrounded by friends. “I only met you a month ago.”

Molly squints at her suspiciously.

“I’ve heard only good things,” Caduces reassures him.

“…likewise,” Molly says, after a long moment. He drags out a showman smile, bigger than life and twice as wide. “When did you say the last time you left this place was, again?”

“It’s been – hmm – twenty seasons, now? Eighteen?”

“Okay, what the –”

Yasha leaves, as Yasha is want to do.

“I’ll be back in a month,” she says, the storm an intense backdrop to the glare she gives them all. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

“We’ll try not to!” Nott says, giving her a quick hug. Molly has stopped reacting to these open displays of affection now, but Yasha can tell it still startles him in the moment. She has never been an overly affectionate person – that has always been Molly’s bit. Despite her own…slight…overprotectiveness of him, she’s managed to keep it together well enough to fool composure. If Yasha is anything, she is an actor.

(Somewhere along the way, she’s become something so much more).

Yasha crosses her arms and stares them down, daring any of them to even get a scratch while she’s gone. Then she turns to Molly.

“if you die,” she says, enunciating the words very clearly. “I will kill you.”

He arches an eyebrow and twists out a smirk. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, and reaches up to press a kiss to her cheek. “Like I would ever do that to you.”

Yasha looks back at the group, who all – to varying degrees – look as though they’ve been sucker-punched straight to the gut. What a dick, she thinks.

“If any of you die,” she begins.”

Beau rolls her eyes and shoves her forward, darting in front of her to brush a quick kiss over her lips. It’s over before Yasha has time to react.

“Get going, already,” she says. “We’ll still be around when you get back.”

Yasha goes.

(They’re still there when she gets back).

“Keg!”

“What the fuck?”

Keg jumps back a good fives paces as two overly enthusiastic (and five less enthusiastic but still present) bodies surround her. She’s tired, she hasn’t slept in a good two days, and she’s run out of booze. Today probably isn’t a good day to antagonise her.

“Oh, Keg,” Nott says, latching onto her arm and hugging her.

Keg stares down at the little halfling (is this a halfling? Keg can’t tell, the creepy mask is blocking pretty much everything) with undisguised horror. “What the fuck,” she says, again.

“It’s been so long!” Beau says, sweeping both Keg and Nott up with an impressive show of strength. Keg grunts and tries to wriggle out of their grasp, but despite getting in a good kick to the kidney, Beau doesn’t let go.

“Who are you?” Keg yells.

“I’m so glad this isn’t just me,” someone tall and purple says off to the corner of her peripheral. Keg chooses to ignore that, because she has more pressing concerns. Namely, what the actual fuck.

They pick up someone who can turn into a horse, because of course they do.

Keg doesn’t even know if she’s supposed to be surprised by anything anymore. Honestly, it’s all just one massive alcohol-fuelled blur at this point.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Molly turns slowly to face Yasha, who is looking at him with the kind of crazy eyes he’s been seeing more and more often the longer they stay with this group of rabid maniacs. No offense intended – he enjoys the odd rabid maniac as much as the next person (probably more, if he’s going to be honest) – but Molly isn’t sure he’s enjoying just how much Yasha is being dragged in. He’s used to the almost claustrophobic (but not quite) closeness that she radiates simply by being in the same room; warmth, really. Molly has had so little warmth.

This does seem a bit excessive, though.

“Into the house?” he says, gesturing vaguely with his sword. On the other side of the compound, Nott is murdering a set of guards with the kind of stealth Beau wishes that she possessed.

“I don’t think so,” Yasha says.

“What? Why?”

“Yasha points to a log. “Sit. Stay.”

Molly gapes at her. “I most certainly will not!”

“Shh,” Fjord says, off to the side. “We are trying to be sneaky.”

“You as well,” Yasha says. She hasn’t stopped pointing.

“Nice try, Yasha.”

Yasha shrugs and then goes back to glaring at Molly, which is almost a reflex these days. Molly still isn’t sure what he did to warrant such an extreme reaction, but as soon as he figures it out he’s going to fix it.

He still isn’t entirely sure how they ended up here, anyway. They had met the delightful Keg on their way back from Shady Creek Run with Caduces ambling along with them, only to immediately turn heel and start back towards the (veritable) hellhole as soon as they met up with Keg. Almost certainly planned, Molly thinks darkly – or he would, if Keg didn’t exist in such an obvious and perpetual state of confusion.

“If I told you,” Fjord says with an easy kind of confidence. “That this was a one-off, trauma-based paranoia, and we would never, ever ask you to sit out of a fight like this again – would you concede to staying behind?”

“Absolutely not,” Molly says. “The only way you’re keeping me out of this is if you tie me to a tree.”

They tie him to a tree.

“You shouldn’t worry so much about it,” Caduces says, when they’re heading back (for real, this time) and their shared watch drags long. “They’re – well – they’re only worried about you, you know. It’s almost endearing.”

Molly bares his teeth and lashes out his tail, frustration building hot. “I’m not helpless,” he says.

“No,” Caduces agrees.

Molly flicks him a narrow look. “But you agree with them.”

“In this case, yes,” Caduces says. “But, well, only because they would have been very distracted with you there. You have noticed that, right? That you’re very distracting?”

“I am aware,” Molly says. It’s a struggle to keep a smile fixed in place, but that’s nothing new. At every turn, his new travelling companions are finding new and impossible ways to dazzle him with their bullshit. It’s an impressive feat, since he finds them so delightful that he doesn’t even mind it half the time.

“It won’t happen again,” Caduces says. “I’ll, well – I’d better talk to them about it. It is getting a little silly.”

“Just a bit,” Molly says.

They sit together in warm, companionable silence, watching over their sleeping friends and waiting for morning to come.

They’re thrown out of the inn.

It isn’t one they frequent very often, which is probably why Nott’s little “accident” comes as such a surprise. Anywhere they stay at for more than a week is bound to take at least some wear and tear – something that usually comes out of their shared budget. A lot of their regular holes are just charging upfront for damages, now, which is probably for the best.

“So what do we did we lean from this?” Fjord says. He still looks slightly stunned from the ferocity of their departure. The managed had actually come down from his office and loudly counted “one, two, three, four…” outside of their doors as they had scrambled to gather everything together, culminating in a shouting “YOUR FIVE MINUTES ARE UP!” and a swift boot to the backside. Nominating Jester to be the one to smooth things over had, in hindsight, been a bad idea.

“Absolutely nothing,” Caduces says, looking a little disgruntled at hanging been working up so rudely. Naps always did wonders for his composure, and a lack of sleep was an unfortunate necessity while travelling on the roads that had lead to this town.

“I need to get some things,” Caleb says, visibly dazed. There’s an ugly bruise forming high on his temple, and his eyes gleam with a frenzied sheen that seems to have very little to do with his recent (possibly ongoing?) concussion. “We should – go buy some – I should go and –”

Someone clears their throat pointedly behind them.

Caleb turns around to see Beau glaring at the group, leading Yasha forward by the hand. She looks simultaneously unimpressed and unsurprised.

“We’ve only been here three hours,” she says.

Her presence seems to have snapped Caleb out of his state of confusion, only for mania to take hold. “I have so much work to do!” he shouts, waving his arms around like a crazy person. Then he runs off.

They all stare after him for a long second.

“Not it,” Beau says, finger on her nose.

“You can’t be –”

“NOT IT!” Jester yells.

“Not it.”

“I’ll go find him,” Nott huffs, storming after Caleb without a backwards glance.

Here’s the thing: on his knees on the floor of their (new) shared inn room, his friends curled up in unconscious grumpy balls along the wall, Caleb has no idea what he’s doing.

Somehow, it works out anyway.

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mao-s-mess · 6 years

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23 Wishes ~Saeyoung / Saeran fanfiction~

Saeyoung / Saeran / MC fan fiction MC's heading out leaving Saeyoung and Saeran behind, it's been a while since they had the place to themselves but the what is it on the particular day she went out bothered Saeyoung?

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Here i am fitting all 5 chapters in 1 tumblr post.

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Disclaimer: All Mystic Messenger characters belong to Cheritz

I have not played V's or Ray's route (during the time I wrote this) so this is basically some time after the after ending. I didn't describe MC in detail so it could be any of the 5 MCs or your very custom ones!

"So I'll see you both there around 5 alright?"

MC adjusted her shoes tapping the front on floor, she was about to head out for the day.

She looked back to Saeyoung and Saeran whom were at the door with her.

"I don't see why you need to go out though.. it's just safer here" Saeyoung said in a slightly annoyed tone.

It's been almost 2 years after the Mint Eye incident and Saeyoung leaving the 'agency' behind, the three of them with Vanderwood occasionally dropping by now and then are living in a hidden location, well- hidden enough anyway.

MC announced a few days ago that she wanted to go out for a few hours, the plan afterwards was for Saeyoung and Saeran to meet her at Rika's apartment where MC stayed and worked whenever there was an RFA event later on. Bombed disabled and disposed of, of course.

"It's a special day for me today, so now if you'll excuse me.. see you there and please don't take one of your flashy babies" MC said as she gave a wink referring to Saeyoung and his mild obsession with super expensive cars.

"Ehhh boooooooooooo" Saeyoung retorted as she closed the door.

Special day huh...

Saeyoung scratched his ever messy hair as he glanced at his twin who wasn't really up yet. His mint eyes still eyeing the door even though MC's footsteps faded away.

"Looks like we're finally alone huh" Saeyoung grinned at his brother.

Saeran winced and gave an obvious look of disgust, his arms hugging himself now.

"Don't make it sound so gross and creepy"

"What?!"

"I have goosebumps now"

"What do you even mean?! I'm hurt... Big bro is hurt"

Saeran ignored his pouts and whines.

"Just reminded me of a movie i watched, 2 people being alone usually leads to something naughty"

"What movie was ittttttttt... Tell me... Saeran... Saeran..."

Saeran walked away from the doorway and headed towards the living room with Saeyoung tailing him whining away. You could see his face getting irritated.

"Ugh. so annoying. it was 50 shades."

Saeyoung probably looked like Edvard Munch's "The Scream" now and that irritated Saeran more.

"Stop that."

"what kind of movies have you been watching?! aren't you too young to be watching such things!"

"... We're twins so i am your age and we are both legal adults."

Saeran sank in his favourite spot in the living room. A huge beanbag in the corner of the TV and he used the remote to surf through the channels for something interesting to watch.

"Where did she go anyway" he asked.

Flashback to when MC told Saeyoung she'll be out. Saeyoung is very overprotective of MC and his brother so he wanted to know all sorts of details regarding her going out.

"Where are you going, should i plant a mini camera on you, i'm not taking 'no' for an answer on the bug on your phone, are you cheating on us, who will you be with, why are you going outtttttt"

MC placed a hand over Saeyoung's mouth to shush him.

He just licked her hand.

"SAEYOUNG! CAN YOU NOT"

"But you weren't giving me any answers" He raised his eyebrows playfully at her.

"Ugh. fine. I'm meeting up with Jaehee to help her out with a cafe project, we're going to test some cakes and search for beans. She's really into this and she wanted to talk to me on Zen's recent musical since I couldn't go watch it with her."

(Please remember that in Saeyoung's after end story, Jaehee is still working with Jumin Han)

"So i'll be around the C&R building area. No planting cameras on me. I have no choice on the bug since you'll do it anyway. I am not cheating on you or Saeran, does that answer your questions?"

Saeyoung pouted. Usually he'd drag this out longer but MC knew his behaviour too well and learnt how to shut him up almost immediately now.

"Fine... which date is that."

"June 11th."

End flashback

"Out with Jaehee for some girly stuff" Saeyoung gave a sigh as he answered.

Saeran nodded as he continued scrolling.

Saeyoung stared at his brother as his mind wandered off a bit.

June 11th.. is our birthday

With all things that had happened, birthdays meant nothing to Saeyoung especially since he was apart from Saeran all those years after taking up V and Rika's offer to leave the hellhole he was in but most of all, their birthday was nothing but a reminder to Luciel that he abandoned his brother.

He bit his lip as he remembered all the things that had happened to Saeran in his absence and it ached him.

As stable his brother is now, nothing would change the fact that everything has happened. How it was at their mother's place, how it was at Minteye and when it came to their 'reunion'.

"Stop staring. you're being creepy" Saeran said not moving from his spot or even turning to look at his brother but it interrupted Saeyoung's train of thoughts

Now or never...

"Saeran."

His tone of voice was stern that it made Saeran turn to look at him. Eyes locked. The air tensed up as Saeran waited for his brother to continue.

Saeyoung impulsively reacted the usual way he does when things get a little too serious.

"Would.. Would you like to see my pleasure room?"

Saeyoung found the TV remote control in his field of vision almost a split second later.

Seriously what is his deal?

Saeran Choi picked up the remote control he threw at his brother earlier and slumped back into the beanbag he sat in earlier and browsed through the TV channels again.

Guess he's anxious cos MC went out for the first time in a long time was what Saeran decided on

His mint eyes tried to focus on the TV but he could sense behind him that Saeyoung was as restless as ever, pacing back and forth and making hand gestures that made no sense, sometimes looking at Saeran.

"Out with it. What is it you want to tell me" he sighed as he placed the remote control down.

Saeyoung reacted like a dog who just heard the word "WALK" and he skipped over to his brother.

Saeran slumped further into the beanbag, waiting for his twin to speak up.

"Well?"

Saeyoung fidgeted, trying to find the right words to start his conversation.

"Well... I don't really know how to say it.. But it's just the two of us isn't it?"

"You said that already. but thank you for not saying it creepily this time" Saeran answered.

"It wasn't creepy the first time!"

"My goosebumps wanted to throw up"

...

Saeyoung gave a sigh of defeat.

"Well.. it's just.. do you know what today is"

"Saturday"

"Well... you're not wrong but..."

Saeyoung was obviously struggling with this. He wasn't sure if bringing up their birthday would trigger Saeran into a rage fit. Anything that's usually related to the past would have done so. When Saeran was in Mint Eye, he was poisoned terribly with rage and hatred towards V and Saeyoung.

Although he has improved tremendously over the months and years, there wasn't any way to guarantee it wouldn't happen again, sometimes he'd wake up screaming or crying because he'd remember things or just hyperventilates in the middle of the day for no reason.

MC isn't here today too so it could be difficult to handle Saeran should a fit occur.

I have to approach this delicately. Saeyoung thought.

Then an idea came to him.

"EUREKA!" he shouted

Saeran cocked his head to one side and looked at his brother

"Huh?"

"BRB." Saeyoung said as he bolted out the room excitedly, shutting the door behind him.

Saeran buried himself in the beanbag to enjoy the temporary silence and peace

Saeyoung took quite a while as Saeran started dozing off, he hardly got any sleep in the previous years, or any peace when he actually does fall asleep.

"Today's... June.. Eleventh.." he muttered as his mind started to blank out. -------

Saeran stood in a familiar spot.

Ah. Fuck. This room.

He was back to the room where he was locked up most days of his childhood.

A frail, malnourished boy was seen at the foot of a bed in the corner of the room.

The boy had red hair and amber coloured eyes, he was sobbing, every breath he took made him tremble.

Saeran lowered his gaze and stared at his younger self, he would sometimes have dreams of the past, dreams and memories he couldn't let go of.

Sometimes he'd observe the scene but most times he'd be the actor playing the scene out.

Thankfully he wasn't on stage today.

He sat down and observed the child as he continued to sob.

"Saeyoung.. where are you.. why aren't you here today too.."

Ah.. Saeyoung has already left at this point.

Saeran was the weaker twin back then, he wasn't able to escape his abusive Mother and he accepted that as long as Saeyoung would come back and share stories and knowledge from the outside to feed him.

He remembered all he need was his brother but he left but he still hung on to the hope that they'd be reunited.

He now knows the reason behind Saeyoung's departure, it left a bitter aftertaste but it didn't bother him as much anymore nor did it trigger his fits as badly.

Younger Saeran continued sobbing calling out to his brother, staring at the window that was out of reach but he could see the blue skies and clouds.

"June 11th.."

Saeran stared at his younger self in surprise.

Did he say June 11th? What's so special about June 11th?

He went closer to the child, oh how he wished he could comfort his younger self. it hurt him seeing how weak and pitiful he was.

"Today is June 11th... Today's our-" -------

Suddenly the door flew open, slamming against the wall jolting Saeran out of his nap.

"HERE COMES 707!"

Saeran rubbed his eyes as he winced to find the source of the voice, he knew he dozed off and had a dream but struggle to remember where it ended, all he knew was he knew it ended with something puzzling.

His eyes moved towards the door and he froze.

The air was tense yet again.

"What in the heck are you doing"

Saeran Choi's face was twisted with disgust and twitching with hate mix with disbelief for in the doorway was his brother, Saeyoung after his brief disappearance.

Honestly it looked like Saeran wished he'd disappear a bit longer.

"HO HO HO HAPPY HOLIDAYS!"

Saeyoung was in a Santa Suit.

Not just any Santa suit tho, a sexy Santa suit clearly made for the member of the opposite sex. It was a two piece, a red bandeau across his chest and a mini skirt with white tinsel at the hem.

He gave a twirl, posed and wink, his outfit came complete with red stripper boots and a Santa hat with the white bobble in the end. He also carried a big rucksack.

Saeran's mint eye twitched in annoyance at his brother's behaviour. Through gritted teeth he started to speak.

"Why are you wearing that"

"Because it's Christmas!"

"It's fricking June."

"They didn't have a calendar back then, no one would know when the actual Christmas day is!"

"Why does it have to be a female suit"

"Ah, dear brother. The answer to that is 'Why not?' "

Saeyoung flashed another wink as he placed his finger to his cheek in a typically cute girly manner.

As if Saeran isn't pale enough, you could literally see the colour drain from his face further while Saeyoung is clearly enjoying the attention.

In fact he was enjoying the attention so much he decided to sing.

"JINGLE BELL~ JINGLE BELL~ JINGLE BELL ROCKS" and the red head proceeded to imitate the dance from Mean Girls.

Saeran face grew dark now, you could feel rage emitting from him that Saeyoung stopped his dancing.

"I should punch you. I should call MC- no wait, she'll enjoy this. I should call Vanderwood and ask him to bring an extra taser."

"No. Please, anything but that! Madam Vanderwood has been constantly upgrading the tasers because they wouldn't work so much on me anymore. The last time he was here he used a knuckleduster taser on me. It's bad enough getting tasered but getting tasered with every punch he throws?!"

"Oh that was my request to make that."

"WHAT! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME"

"The answer to that is 'Why the heck not'?" throwing back the words Saeyoung used on the younger twin earlier.

Saeyoung gave a look that looked like a happy puppy, he was so proud of Saeran's come back.

"Can you add a 'dear brother' to that line please"

"I have Vanderwood on speed dial."

Saeyoung back down and whimpered like a defeated puppy now.

"So why are you REALLY wearing that" he asked again this time his holding his head in one hand, feeling a migraine coming on, obviously tired from all this.

Saeyoung sat himself down next to the beanbag his brother was on with the rucksack he was holding close to him.

"Well it may not be Jesus' birthday but it is a birthday"

"23 years ago..." Saeyoung pointed at himself then pointed at Saeran repeatedly for a few seconds.

It was then Saeran realized the significance of that particular day.

"June 11th.. is our birthday" he muttered pretty much completing the sentence of his younger self in the short dream he had.

Saeyoung gave a small smile, there was short silence before he started to speak in a soft voice.

"We often cursed our birth didn't we. We never really celebrated because it would remind our mother of the burden she bore. Come to think of it she was more agitated during that day more than others."

Saeran just nodded and kept listening to his twin, not liking the past at all but was willing to hear Saeyoung out.

"When i left and had to cut ties. V and Rika were the only link i had to you and that's only via pictures and word of mouth or texts."

Saeyoung's amber eyes lowered, he was never really good at eye contact when it came to anything serious but his brother's silence meant that he was being paid attention to so he continued on.

"After i got my first pay, you know i wasn't even sure what to do with it. This was before getting all my babies, i mean i wasn't even old enough to have a license yet. I discovered so many things that we weren't able to get when we were younger. All sorts."

He pushed the rucksack he had next to him towards his brother, Saeran's mint eyes widened at this gesture.

"I keep buying you presents. One for each year since we were born. I was never suppose to be able to give them to you but I bought them anyway"

Saeran looked into the rucksack, sure enough there were gift wrapped items with little cards on each of them, some wrappers looking pale in comparison to others, indicating that they've aged over the years.

He started taking the presents out of the rucksack one by one and laid it out in from of the both of them.

"Ah but i didn't manage to buy this year or the last yet. It's been pretty busy since the last year with everything that happened and all. Sorry bout that." Saeyoung said scratching his hair.

Saeran wasn't sure what to feel. It was probably a clash of a lot of feelings really. His hands started shaking for one and he lowered his head before he asked.

"Can i open them now?"

"Of-of course! But if some of them won't work i'll replace them or upgrade them okay, i did buy it then and there during those years anyway but they weren't that long ago i mean i started buying 6 first when we were 16 and just whatever i could find later came naturally" Saeyoung yammered away, clearly trying to hide his embarrassment at this.

Saeran cautiously unwrapped each present and read their cards after. Saeyoung's messages were short and simple and he read them all thoroughly. Among them were..

"Happy birthday Saeran. I'm sorry i left but i got you this. it's a CD player, you can listen to songs on it."

"i bought some CDs and burn some of my favourite music on some of these."

"Got you the limited edition Onitsuka Tigers sneakers. TIGERS ROX"

"The latest Nintendo DS and nintenDogs for you! This is fricking awesome. why isn't there a nintenCats?! Will get you moar games"

"Always thinking of you. i owe you ice scream .0 "

"happy bday enjoy the video camera"

"HAPPY BDAY. it's an empty box but i got you an arcade machine. please claim from me when you get this"

"Whoa! We don't need CDs or a CD players anymore. Here's an Mp3 player! Will give you songs to listen to later"

"Found a pair of headphones that i really liked and wanted to get you a pair too! Plus it'll go with that Mp3 player!"

"Got this during a mission. Victory is sweet"

"LOLOL we old. here's a reminder that we are"

"Went to Japan for a mission and all i could get for you was this"

"Happy bday! Phones are touchscreen now! Here's a picture of me as the wallpaper too!"

"18 years but 3 without you. Here's present no 18"

"Cosplay is fun. You are the Luigi to my Mario. 8D "

"Guardians of the Galaxy is my fav movie now. Here is the DVD and a dancing baby Groot!"

"19, we get to drive now. i got you a car. just kidding. I got me a car, you get this instead." "Got myself a cross, got you one too. Always praying that we'd reunite someday"

"Happy 21st birthday. I miss you"

By then Saeran couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. All those years he felt abandoned by his own twin melted away. The thought was always at the back of his mind but he knew then and there for sure that he was always on Saeyoung's mind.

Saeyoung carefully placed his arm around his brother's shoulder as Saeran wept. There wasn't any need for words, Saeran's reaction was all he needed to know that those gestures he made all those years were alright.

"If you don't want to be Luigi, I have a Princess Peach costume too"

"Must you ruin the moment"

"I think we should hug." Saeyoung said whole-heartedly. "We definitely had a moment"

"We may have had one but it wasn't enough for a hug" Saeran replied as he walked off to get ready.

The twins promised to meet MC at the main C&R building as she spent the whole day out.

"Booooooooo... it called for a hug" Saeyoung with his arms extended out and is now running to give his brother a hug

Saeran blocked him with a kick- well more like a raised leg to the stomach to stop the redhead.

" T_T ● ﹏ (ᗒᗩᗕ)՞ " if Saeyoung had voice out any emojis it would've been those..

"Get yourself ready or else MC's going to get angry, she told us to specifically meet her there at that time" Saeran said as he opened the door to his room to go through his closet for a wardrobe change.

"Can we wear the Mario and Peach costume?"

"What would you like written on your tombstone beside here lies someone who didn't listen to others til his untimely death?"

"And you're back to being cold. ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉ"

"... i'll get you for those" Saeran muttered

"Huh? What?"

The pale boy's face was flushed with a hint of pink that could match the tips of his hair.

"I said, i owe you presents. I'll get you back for those" he said loud and clear in order for him not to repeat himself or get embarrassed

Saeyoung didn't do anything but smile. His amber eyes twinkled staring at his brother's back.

"I'll get ready then, just in case MC will ask Jaehee to summon a helicopter for us."

"Yea you better. The last time a helicopter fetched us you got over the moon excited and insisted on flying it. My stomach still hasn't forgiven you for that."

"We took a great selfie tho"

"The one where you held the steering gear with one hand and the phone with the other while i was about to scratch your face and MC screaming for her life in the back with the pilot?"

"It was a great one."

"You framed it too"

"I sent one to the pilot"

"While he was in the hospital"

" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "

"Get your ass ready damn it. It'll take us 1 hour to get there without your fast cars" Saeran said as he tossed his used shirt at his brother as a sign of "get out"

Saeyoung walked out of his brother's room and went towards his, the moment he shut the door, he slouched down in relief. Tears formed behind his tiger striped glasses as they slid down his cheeks.

For the past years ever since he has left Saeran in that house where their mother was, he couldn't help but felt guilt building up every time he looked at those presents he has been collecting for his younger brother.

Not just guilt but an overwhelming feeling of wanting to just drop everything to see him and give the presents to him.

He no longer has to do so now, he gave them all to him and he'll continue giving new ones to him and spending birthdays like this for years to come.

Wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for that girl

His previous upset feelings for MC not remembering their and most importantly his birthday is now gone.

"Not her fault anyway, she doesn't know stuff like this. No one does. Ah the life of the world's number 1 (self proclaimed) hacker"

Saeyoung proceeded to get ready and grabbed the keys to the most low key car (to his dismay) and he and Saeran made their way to the C&R building.

When they got there, they entered the employees' only entrance to avoid public eye. It's bad enough the twins' appearance grabs enough attention on its own but one can never know since they're on the run from Seven's agency.

"I told you we should've worn the Mario and Peach costume. It'd be an awesome disguise"

Saeran replied with a sharp jab to Saeyoung's ribs.

"So? Where's MC?" Saeran asked as they stepped into the elevator.

"She texted me the room earlier. it's on the 50th floor accessible only to those with a certain key card and an access code." Saeyoung said as he punched in 50 on the wall of buttons after he swiped the key card, it then prompted him to enter an access code and he did.

"What are we here for again?" Saeran asked as he held the handrails of the elevator, the sound chimed after every floor it passed at high speed.

"She just did this"

"It's. A. Secret!"

Saeyoung said that as he ended it with a wink and his tongue sticking out much to Saeran's disgusted face as his reaction.

"She did it so cutesy i couldn't ask anything further ~ <3"

The elevator DING-ED as it finally reached the 50th floor, there were ringing in both the twins' ears as the elevator got there quite fast and they were kind of far up but it stopped after a while.

The doors opened up to C&R's lush carpet and they stepped out to look for the room MC instructed them to go to.

"5025... Seems to be at the end of this hallway"

They came to a door where there weren't any frosted glass walls to view the inside of the room and they couldn't hear anything from the outside indicating that the room was heavily sound proofed.

"Knock first?" Saeran asked, his eyes eyeing the door.

"Nah they'd know we're already here the moment we entered the building besides knocking on this door will give me an ache, it's too heavy."

"Fine let's open it together then, two hands on each handle"

"Deal"

They both placed their hands on each handle and heaved the doors opened.

"SURPRISE!"

The moment they've successfully pushed the doors opened they were greeted with the members of the RFA and Vanderwood pulling the streamer poppers and releasing balloons in their direction.

There was a huge "Happy birthday Saeyoung & Saeran" banner in the background that was hovering above a table full of delicious food with balloons, streamers and confetti all around.

Saeyoung and Saeran stood dumbfounded, both covered in strings of streamers and those worm thingies that came out of the spray cans.

MC stood in the middle of the RFA group and Vanderwood wearing a very satisfied goofy grin on her face, obviously proud of herself that the surprise was a success.

"Happy birthday!" she said as she dropped the streamer popper casing and threw her arms around both the twins who have now turned into a tomato shade of colour.

Their flustered looks were all she needed to know, they were basically asking "How did you know".

"Please, i know my way around digging some very basic info of two of my favourite people in the Universe. The RFA are a group of very extraordinary people you know!"

The twins were then greeted by the RFA and Vanderwood.

"Happy birthday Seven and Saeran" Yoosung Kim happily greeted in his cheerful sing song voice.

"A happy birthday to the both of you, am glad you're spending it together starting this year" Jaehee Kang said with a smile.

"Seven and Saeran! Happy birthday! Alongside your present i also gave each of you an autographed picture from my latest commercial" Zen said as pushed some streamer pieces away from Saeyoung's hair.

"Best wishes on this day to the both of you. Before you say anything Seven, Elizabeth the 3rd will not grace the day with her presence as you still stress her out. The last time she saw you she shed 24 more hair than usual." Jumin Han stated as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit.

Vanderwood came and lightly punched Saeyoung on his sides but Saeyoung's reaction was far from anything "light". It looked like he was shaking furiously for a brief moment

"MADAM WHAT THE HELL?" he managed to cough out after regaining his composure.

"Why are you calling still me 'Madam'.. Happy birthday by the way. That gift was from your brother." he then turned to Saeran and removed a ring he was wearing from his finger and placed it in Saeran's hand. "Happy birthday little one, it's a taser ring with enough voltage to fry your brother for about 2 seconds."

Saeran's eyes lit up from his first present besides from his brother and that made both MC and Seven sad a bit.

"No fair Vanderwood, i wanted to give Saeran's his present first" MC said with a pout.

"My bad lil miss, i wasn't aware there was a numbered queue on the gift giving"

Saeyoung then pouted, "Where's my present Vanderwood?"

"I clean your house and your cars, what more do you want" he said without losing any breath.

"MC~ Madam's bullying me again" Saeyoung cowered behind MC.

MC ruffled Saeyoung's red hair, "it's because you're always teasing him. Don't be mean today please?"

She then took both Saeyoung's and Saeran's hand and led them to the middle of the room where there was a cake in the middle, some of Jumin's bodyguards just finished lighting up the candles on the cake.

"Now that the guests of honour are finally here we can proceed with the cake cutting! 1-2!"

That gave the rest of the room the cue to start singing the birthday song as Saeyoung and Saeran take center stage. Saeran stood awkwardly not knowing what to do as Saeyoung clapped along.

"Did you ever dream we'd be able to live to the age of 23 and do this together?" Saeyoung whispered to his brother.

"Never." he said as he grew teary-eyed and that in turn made Saeyoung teary-eyed.

Saeran took Saeyoung by the hand and squeezed it tight, Saeyoung grabbed his brother by the shoulders and then gave him a warm hug was the song ended and they blew out the candles.

The moment they did, Jumin's bodyguards came back to light the candles on the cake again much to the twins' confusion.

"Oh. you'll have to do this for another 22 times. After all you both turned 23, so you have to make another 22 more wishes to make up for the past birthdays" MC said to answer their confused looks.

Both the twins burst out laughing and grabbed MC by each hand to pull her in for a group hug.

"Huh? What gives? Hey- blow out the candles fast! the cake is an ice cream cake so it's gonna melt faster than the candles would by the time you're done with the 23 wishes!"

They then had food and a very melty cake that somehow ended with a food fight and played some party games.

The day went on filled with laughter and joy. Definitely a birthday that the Choi twins will remember for years to come.

Writer's note: Uhm i had the beginning and somewhat ending to this story but i messed up the middle and the ending now and my writing was all over the place and the ending was anti climatic. Not to mention i finally finished V and Ray's route so i didn't want to disrupt that but i keep forgetting i'm not submitting this for some evaluation test so ahahhaahahahhaha I wrote this a day before my birthday in March so it was way before this year’s Choi Twins’ Birthday

I tried. I hope i got the good bits across tho. Thanks for reading!

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kaosketches · 6 years

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This post is going to be lost in the sea of the reblogs from my main blog anyway, but it’s a bit of a vent post more than anything.

I am feeling conflicted at the time I’m writing this.

“Why am just using this sideblog right now and not when I supposed to, back when I created it 5 years ago”

Well... 5 years ago, I was in another place of my life. and the last two years of college were... quite a piece of work for me :/. I thought I would have time to develop some ideas around, some concepts I had... and while I did stuff, college was draining my creativity around (OH, and I did stuff... but writing was, I guess, more therapeutic than drawing). I don’t know. I barely remember lots of things I was doing in 2013.

And I always said to myself “I will come back to this eventually”. If anything is to go by, when I was checking my art tag, I realized that there was a HUGE time space between 2013 and 2015 when I started to do things again (and I dumped lots of things in March 2015). Sure, this was also because I was out of college, I mean, sure.

And it’s been 3 years since.

What was the point of updating this blog if I didn’t have stuff I considered to be good back then... and why I waited too LONG to do this. WELL...

I’m very bad at procrastinating. And lots of stuff have been on my head since 2015 (tons of personal stuff that I have detailed before in many of my rant/vent posts in my main blog... I don’t want to drag them here). the “One day I will eventually do this” was a bit of an afterthought.

And then... a few months ago I thought of something that was “this is it!”.

I don’t know if my OCs saved me... but it seems like it is.

The whole thing about Ellie and Riley... and my sudden thoughts of “this might work as a big project for me” kinda... remotivated me? to look back to my art content from the past 3 years and say “wait, why I’m holding these just in my main Tumblr blog?” I have been posting things also in Twitter (not as frequent as I want to, but I will go later on this), and then it came back to me “why I haven’t crossposting stuff in DA, too? why I haven’t been doing that in this side blog as well?”

Like, I know DeviantArt is a hellhole of its own that has its fair (very fair) side of infamy... but at the same time, I could have a different audience that I barely have here in Tumblr (okay, I admit it’s also hard... -and I do fanart of fandoms that are incredibly niche and mostly dead by now- and things there are also not quite as easy... their tagging system also sucks, tbh... as long as I mention a searchable term in the submission’s description as LEAST I can bypass that). I just... have (doing atm) to revamp my account a bit. Because my art gets drowned in a tons of others’ art posts in Tumblr (or after a time, I cannot bump them again w/o audience’s interest... again, did I mention that most of my fandoms are pretty much dead by now?)

And so, I also thought of this sideblog. I went to change its URL just in case (because brand recognition, I guess?) and use the previous one for another (still sorta related to this blog and my main, but I need to put order in stuff first). But, yes.

The plan is, after being up to date in both here and my DA account, is start crossposting stuff EVERYWHERE at the same time. Higher chances are that I will start posting my art here first (unless fandom appreciation weeks happen? that’s where I’d use my main one), then in Twitter, and finally in DA.

My It All Started with an Ice Cream Float project will have a blog of its own (not sure if sideblog... or revamping a different account that I barely use since 2012) when I finally march on that later this year. Maybe. I’m not sure, yet.

...I’m basically kicking myself because “why I never did this before” :)

The prospect of doing this in fb would be a chaos of its own, so I decided that on that part (because local recognition also needs to be built), the only thing possible I should DO that (if fb doesn’t go down either, lmao) is just a fan page for my project, and MAYBE posting my newer art pieces - both fanart and original. I am not going to crosspost my 2014-2018 stuff there again. I thought it may be easier reblogging these pieces, but what a huge mistake was that on my part, lmao.

#kao's nonsenses #I think i needed to do a huge clarification about this both WELL #that's why the huge space between 2013 and 2018 exists on the archive

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Hi I'd like to say/ask a couple of quick tings. 1) Love your friendship with @twoghostsaccustic, did you really meet like that? Did you really have the idea for the HP au cause I 💙 it? Do you write other ships/ fandom's? what WIP did you post I can't find them on your blog and finally you have 15 fics going HOW THE FUCK does your ppl keep up,@twoghostsaccustic writes herself and your beta's mega busy with lots of writers where do they find time to check all dos fics? Keep being cool dear 💞

omfg HHAHAHAHAHAHAH HELLO THERE BEAUTIFUL

ok first things first: thank you for your lovely ask!!!!! :D gotta love those. anyway, no, right now i’m not writing other ships or fandoms but i have a shitton of fandoms so who knows haha. why? do you have one in mind? hmu if u do. dude i ask myself that as well haha but i have this list of fics i wanna write and i dunno man. i dunno. i guess steph and sammie @britpickerhl just really love me?? hahaha or maybe i force them you’ll never know

anyway here are my wips (they’re really wips i totally abandoned them lmao):

the p&p au that never was

steph’s gift (from last year)

damn i’m good with names (not)

and since u asked..... here we go......

HISTORY TIME: how did me and @twoghostsacoustic meet??? sit down people cuz we gonna go down memory lane

w e l l in case yall havent realized yet (i doubt it lmao) me and steph are polar opposite. like, she times the day and time she will do smth, i made 3 of my last exams in grad school with borrowed pens because i had forgotten mine. there was one day she was the only student in class, i literally failed 15 classes because of absence. she works hard, plays (QUESTIONABLE MUSIC) hard and is kind. i’m a lazy and mean bitch (WITH AWESOME MUSIC TASTE).

basically, this is a story about slytherin meets hufflepuff.

S O back in 2011 we both made the TERRIBLE mistake of chosing international relations to be our grad course and in 2012 we both passed for the same uni. yayy!! congrats past us for being nerds. so comes freshmen week and lo and behold!!!!! there she is, my girl steph, with her lovely curls and a purple shirt (I STILL REMEMBER OK) among other people i got to meet that first week.

remember the “i’m a bitch” part? yeah, she was the only one i kept talking to. everyone else i just forgot they existed.

anyway.

so past this first week, there we are, classes from monday to friday, about 30 people in our classes. mind you that first semester i went to almost (almost) every class so we saw each other all the time, talked and all, but we weren’t as close as we are today. i would talk to her and also everyone else because, you see, my girl was the quiet type in class, very serious, work hard type. i barely had a notebook, so i had to do our group projects with my kind of people - the procrastinators.

((can you imagine steph doing a school project 4am the day we had to present it? no you can’t because she’s not this type. literally the only group work i didn’t do 4am the day it was due was the one i made with her LMAO))

so how did we get here?

drarry, my dude. it was all because of drarry.

you see, we were in between classes with a group of friends and we were talking about harry potter (all the friends i have are because of hp god bless u scarhead) and one of the people in this group was a high school friend of mine and she already knew i was a slasher so i just said “guys harry should have ended up with draco, end of discussion”

now, it may have been night time, but i swear the angels sang and there was a halo of light illuminating our table when i heard this voice say:

“yes, of course. always.”

ah no wait, wrong curly person.

anyway. she agreed. we looked at each other like BANG! HOLY FUCK I WAS RIGHT THAT EMO SHIT IS A FANGIRL.

and fangirl we were. basically we talked non stop about how drarry and sirem (wolfstar) were the main couples of hp and how everyone else was wrong. so the gateway was opened.

we exchanged tumblr urls, that’s how headfirst we dived after that day.

since then, we shared fandoms, all of then. tom hiddleston thirst? we got that. 1d? mate, we dragged each other to this hellhole. mcu? we watched loads of movies together, same with star wats, b99, whatever.

we’re there. we reached that point.

besides all this fandom drama we also got involved with each others personal drama so mix those up and BOOM. friendship for LYF.

she was there when i got bit by an ant and fell down on the pool like a victorian lady. it was awful and i wish i could forget that but @thiccstan doesn’t let me forget it.

anyway. i even bought her a hufflepuff pin and her 1d mug and she bought me my slytherin cup. we’re tight, my man. so tight. as tight as my-

and then i love to tell her about my headcanons. MY GOD have i told her about pwp plotbunnies, i swear if i havent made steph at least 13% kinkier i have failed my mission in life. so anyway one of those days i was talking to her (either at her house, at whatsapp, or tumblr, or facebook, or on one of our 3 shared gc, or ig) and i said “dude i have this hpau listen me out” and so it began. it’s been a year already lmao so yayyy happy bday m&w!!!!

so yeah. we’ve been friends since 2012. seen all, done all. so just to point some of the shit we’ve done together:

1 - written a 200k+ fanfic

2 - graduated together, from the literal first week of college to the literal last week

3 - ate poutine (THIS IS IMPORTANT)

4 - went to the movies SO MANY TIMES

5 - dealt with each other’s depression cuz listen my dude it ain’t a homie if she ain’t telling u about those bad days

6 - i threw up at her house once lmao fucked up gallbladder am i right my dudes

7 - i literally dreamt about both of us getting matching tattoos lmao (also we woke up together to listen to sott no judgements BUT IT WAS 4AM OK WHO ELSE WAS GONNA BE THERE BUT US FOR US)

so yeah. she a cool one.

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