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yueisyum · 1 year

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Can I ask for a short smut pleaseeeeeee? This is an idea from Jaemin's live. Like he was putting lip balm on you and decided to kiss you to transfer the balm and ended up having a make out session which also ended up having sex hehe.

Woah 😮 that’s actually so cute-

“Hey, y/n,” jaemin calls, he’s sitting right next to you but still out of your line of sight. The hotel has been quiet ever since you too got back from down town. Instead of doing dining crazy, you both decided to sped some quiet time together. you look up from your phone, placing it on the hotel bed, then look up to your boyfriend. You find yourself faced with jaemin, who’s mouth is… shinny? Glossy?

“What the heck is on your face?” You question, your brows wrinkle together and your try not to make such a stank face. he’s been sitting next to you for almost an hour, so your confused as to how he’s done this without you noticing. “I put too much chapstick on, com’er” he quickly explains. he leans in, lips puckered and eyes closed. When he doesn’t feel your lips on his, he peeks and he’s met with your palm. “I can see that, you look like you’ve just eaten a tub full of fried chicken” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes, but you can tell he’s trying not to smile. “Let me give you some-“ he tries to lean in again, but it’s too late, you’ve already decided to mess with him.

“Are you trying to say my lips are dry?” You pout, still avoiding his advances. “Y/n, come here.” He sits up now, climbing over you. “Or is this all an excuse to kiss me?” You turn your head away from him. And you swear you hear a growl leave him. The smug look on your face was unavoidable. “Baby…” he calls, but you don’t dare move. After another moment of him staring daggers into your cheek, he Huffs.

His hand finds your jaw, and turns your head to him, forcefully. But he doesn’t Lean in to kiss you just yet, because your giggling your pretty little head off. So instead, he just smiles. After a moment of your fit, you open your eyes and look at him.

“Are you done?” He asks, a fake annoyed expression on his face. You’d describe it as pouty.

“Mhm” you bite back a smile, allowing your eyes to find his lips. The look you give him, makes him week. “Oh? Now you want me to kiss you? After all that?” He asks playfully. You wanted to keep teasing him, only because he just looks so cute right now.

“Jae… the chapstick is basically on your chin-“

But alas, he wouldn’t let you, instead he connects your lips to his. The chapstick effectively coating your lips.

Phone and chapstick long forgotten, you lean into him, holding his face in your palms. The sudden desperation makes him smile. Grabbing ahold of your thighs and pulling you down the bed a bit. Your head hits the pillow and your back is now fully pressed into the bed instead of the headboard. “Are you in the mood?” He mumbles into you, his hands grabbing at the skin of your upper thigh.

How could you not be in the mood- you’ve been in the mood since he walked out of the bathroom with that stupid tight, black t-shirt, hugging his arms-

“Are you?” You ask, breathlessly when he pulls away. His knees on either side of you, feeling up and down your body. He only laughs at you question, because you already knew the answers. “You think we can skip prep?” He finally asks as he climbs back over you. “Jaemin, lips please!” You whine, he’s used to this behaviour, so he finds his lips back into yours. Earning a satisfied moan from you.

You can hear the handling of his pants buttons, trying to get himself free as fast as possible. Then, to your utter despair, he pulls away. “You want me to eat you out baby?” His tone was flirtation but at a whisper. A dangerous smile on his face. “You already look like you have” you giggle out. Making jaemin deadpan to you. “That’s a no then? Okay” he shrugs, pulling away- teasing you with the same smile as before. But you know he’s trying to hide it. “Guess you’re not in the mood”

You don’t break, not until he begins re-buttoning his jeans.

“Wait!”

“I knew it, my pretty baby wants me and my chapped lips?”

“Don’t ruined it-“

Not proof read. All the other request are long, so I tried to get a quick one out!!

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lambertdiary · 8 months

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hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended.

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something”

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl.

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?”

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back.

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring.

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her.

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous.

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal”

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay”

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room.

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned.

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #ty simpkins #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert smut

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ech0lesss · 1 year

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Heyo, could i have some poly hcs for the hatzgang? Dw im a minor thats ross and roberts age

totally anon!! been waiting for this request honestly <3

Content: gn reader, might be a lil long but i can’t add a cut or anything rn (mobile)

forgor where i got this art from but credit is written on there.

(yea i’m trying to put art on my fics now 💀)

Poly Hatzgang x Reader General HCs

You’re a transfer student to their school.

Your first day, this kid randomly seems to be walking up to you with a grin on his face.

He seemed pretty short, brown curly hair, and striped yellow and orange shirt plus a hat.

Two other dudes were following him around, which you assumed were his friends.

As he approached you, you tried greeting him, but he only seemed sarcastic during your conversation.

Then he decided to start making fun of you, trying to embarrass you and get under your skin.

You were just sitting there letting him spit insults at you, until one of the other kids following him around pushed Roy softly to the side and put a hand on your shoulder, telling you he could show you around.

He was tall with blonde curly hair, also with a hat on, and the other had a dark aesthetic to him, with a beanie on.

The tall one introduced himself as Robert, the other as Ross, and then Roy.

Ross waved and smiled softly, following you and Robert around while Roy stared in frustration.

Robert seemed nice - he showed you around and told you all the teacher’s names.

At lunch, he sat next to you along with Ross.

You noticed their friend Roy getting annoyed, so you told them they didn’t have to hang out with you.

They of course still stayed with you, talking with you and keeping you company.

A few weeks at the school and Robert and Ross were your friends. Roy was just warming up to you, but you knew he was a good kid inside.

Later on, of course, they all catch feelings for you, and ask you to join their relationship.

Now, on with hcs:

You better like metal.

I’m probably just adding this because I absolutely love metal (especially Metallica) but Ross really loves metal, and would probably hang out with the gang listening to Korn or something.

Roy tries to look neutral about it, but really he does like it.

Robert likes it too, as long as everyone’s happy he’s happy.

You all literally see each other almost every day. There’s no day you don’t ever see them.

Robert’s a big cuddler, so sometimes you will all just lay in a cuddle pile, basking in each other’s warmth as a song plays in the background, you all pretty much asleep.

You all love to play video games together too, so if you have a game console or something they all like to take turns playing different games and such.

Robert, Ross, and Roy are the most to least tolerant of PDA. Roy sees it as a weakness and likes to keep stuff private, while Ross just likes to keep things behind closed doors too. Robert isn’t overly affectionate but a quick hug is always nice.

Not much changes since you all got into a relationship except you guys are just more touchy and lovey.

Roy secretly loves it when you’re affectionate with him. He loves your cuddles and praise, but of course, Roy is Roy so he’ll almost never show it. Especially around others.

Roy’s love language is acts of service, he likes doing subtle things for you when you do something for him. Helped him beat a game? He’ll leave a small piece of chocolate in your bedroom.

Ross’ is words of affirmation. He likes to hear nice things from you, even if it’s just “Thank you.”

Robert’s is definitely physical affection. Like I said, big cuddler. Just give him one kiss on the cheek a day, please.

Like I said, Roy secretly loves those affectionate moments. He gets super flustered during them, though.

Just please don’t do it in public. It ruins his ego.

Ross just loves silent moments between you. Late night walks where you hold hands, walking in the moonlight, are the best.

Ross is definitely actually a night owl. Probably stays up really late on the weekends.

He’s almost never bothered by anything. He never gets annoyed and he’s super chill.

Robert’s more jumpy, but in a good way, like more excitable and all. He could probably go on hours rambling about anything.

He loves long hugs. Doesn’t really get embarrassed that easily either.

Robert loves letting you borrow his shirts and stuff, he loves how they smell like you when they come back.

If you have a pet, they’ll be all over it. Of course they’ll give it space if needed but they all definitely love animals.

I feel like Roy and Robert would be dog people. Ross just gives me black cat vibes.

Sleepovers all the time. Even on school days. You all go to the same school so whatever.

Ross probably tries putting makeup on you for fun.

Roy is super stubborn and won’t ask for help when needed, so you’ll probably have to give him help even when he says he doesn’t need it. Example : trying to beat a video game. He’ll thank you later, in his own way.

You all either go out to get fast food, watch Roy bully little kids, or chill st each other’s houses as dates together.

Your not really open about your relationship, I’d imagine. You don’t tell everyone but people that you trust would know.

But yeah, all loving boyfriends! Roy’s secretly soft, Ross is quiet and a lil shy, and Robert is a sweetheart <3

Maybe I’ll make more if I’ll feel up to it! Maybe I didn’t have much ideas rn but I wanted to get this done. Love them sm bro ❤️

#spooky month #spooky month x reader #hatzgang x reader #hatzgang #the hatzgang #hatzgang spooky month #hatzgang sm #ross spooky month #roy spooky month #robert spooky month #robert sm x reader #ross sm x reader #roy sm x reader #spooky month hatzgang #spooky month headcanons #echo writes

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Fantasy

Warnings: cursing, smut, dom!Kai, soft!Kai, unprotected sex

Pairings: Malachai Parker x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: In which Kai had been pinning for Y/N for the longest time now and, Y/N finally decided to give Kai what he wanted.

Prompts: "I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted." and "I've been excited to see you all day."

You were sitting on the couch watching Netflix when you herd someone ring the doorbell. You looked at the clock. It was 10:30pm, who the hell would be coming to your door at this hour? You got up and walked to the door slightly confused.

When you unlocked and opened the door you saw Kai Parker standing there. You corked a brow when you saw him and he just smiled at you. You looked to see that he had something in his hand. It was flowers.

"I've been excited to see you all day." He said.

"I- really? Well uh, thanks. So, what did you need?" You said awkwardly, immediately regretting you words.

"I came to give these flowers to you, can I come in?" He asked.

"Uhm, sure." You said as you moved out of the way so Kai could come inside. You closed the locked the door after he had came in and looked at him confused.

"Why did you get me flowers? I mean it's sweet and I appreciate it but why did you get me them?" You asked.

"Because I wanted to?" He asked confused.

"I- Kai... if this is about being with me-" You tried to say but before you could finish, Kai cut you off.

"Look Y/N, I know you don't like the idea of us being together but, we would be so good together. I have liked you for so long now, since the day I saw you and I have a feeling you feel the same way about me." He said hopefully.

He was not wrong, you had fantasized about him quite often. He was cute, sexy, handsome, funny. I mean he was the total package. You just didn't know if it was the best idea to be with Kai Parker. Kai has hurt people before.

"I just.." You sighed and stood there in thought for a moment. He silently stood there and let you have your thought process. Why were you denying Kai? You liked him too, you shouldn't be avoiding him if you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You looked back to Kai again.

You walked over to Kai and took the flowers then placed them down on the table. He looked at you confused. You rested your hands on his chest before leaning up and kissing him. He was very shocked but, he kissed back.

After the two of you kissed for a minute or two, you pulled back. Kai looked at you confused. I mean he was so happy that you kissed him but, he thought you didn't want any of this to happen yet, here you were kissing him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted." You said with a small smirk. Kai looked at you in total shock.

"I- wait- really?" He asked.

"Mhm." You nodded still smirking. Then a devilish smirk appeared on Kai's face and he pulled you back into his arms and kissed you again. You giggled into the kiss and put your hands through his hair.

He made you walk backwards as he kissed you until you gently bumped into the island. Kai pushed everything that was on the island off onto the floor and then picked you up and set you down on the island, still kissing you.

Your hands grabbed a hold of his belt as the two of you made out passionately. You began to unbuckle his belt. He pulled back for a moment just to pull off your top and pulled off his own top and then his lips smashed against yours again.

You got his belt unbuckled and then Kai pulled away from the kiss to take off his jeans and boxers. He then gently pushed you down onto the island so you were laying on it. You knew what he was going to do next so you raised your hips for him.

He slid off your jeans and panties so now you were laying on the island fully bare. He leaned down and kissed you passionately again. You put your hands through his hair and kissed back with the same amount of passion.

He pulled back and then spread your legs wide. He positioned himself between your legs before pushing into you slowly, wanting to savor the feeling of stretching out your pussy. You gasped and moaned out as he did so.

Once he was all the way inside of you he began to thrust into you. One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other arm slid down from his neck and grabbed onto his shoulder. He kept plowing into you, slowly picking up the pace with every thrust.

"Fuck Kai!" You moaned out.

"Shit! Baby you feel so fucking good!" Kai said as he groaned out. He was now fucking you at an ungodly pace and your eyes rolled back as he did so. You threw your head back gently and arched your back off the island as he fucked you impossibly faster.

You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and you knew you were going to cum any second now. You could tell that Kai was close too since his thrusts were getting sloppy. You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were going to cum.

"Mmm.. you gonna cum princess?" He asked and groaned out.

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out.

"Come on, cum for me baby." He said. With that your whole body began to shake and your eyes rolled hard as you came hard on his cock. Kai kept thrusting into you, chasing after his own high. After a few more thrusts you felt his dick twitch inside of you as he shot his hot cum deep inside of you.

He pulled out of you and stood there catching his breath. You laid there on the island as you were catching your own breath. He watched as his cum dripped out of you pussy and he took his fingers and scooped up the mixed cum before shoving it back deep inside of your pussy. You gasped at the feeling and then sat up.

Kai started to get dressed but then you stopped him. He gave you a confused look.

"Want to stay the night? We could have a lot more fun." You said with a smirk. He smirked back at you.

"Fuck yes." He said. It was going to be a long night but, you loved the sound of it.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Twenty Six Letters || JJ Maybank

Warnings and authors note: This is sad, like so sad, my friends say it rips their hearts out. I’m sorry. Title credit to black butterflies and deja vu by the maine (the lyric is “there’s only twenty six letters I can use just to tell you I won’t let go”)

This specific story is an alternate ending to another fic I wrote, but I haven’t got that one transferred here yet, I am in the process of moving all of my works to this blog from my main.

Word Count: 2,350

July 17

Y/N,

The doctors came out and told me they tried everything, but they couldn’t save you. They’re transferring Charlie to the mainland where they have a NICU, they’re life lining her. The amount of police that had to hold me back from hurting that doctor, I’m embarrassed. This was supposed to be our dream, our family. I needed to write my thoughts down, I know you can’t read this, it’s ridiculous. I can’t lose both of you. I love you so much.

July 19

Y/N,

Charlie weighs a whopping 1 pound, 2 ounces. She’s the tiniest thing I have ever laid eyes on. I’m staying on the mainland until she gets to come home, thanks to the community, really. Sarah started a fundraiser for Charlie’s medical care, your funeral, and the community really showed their support. No word on who did this to you, but I will find out. Charlotte Rose Maybank is a fighter, just like her mother. I love you.

July 21

Y/N,

Today we laid you to rest. Even though your parents didn’t like me that well, they both put that aside today. John B and Pope had to practically hold me up at the cemetery. We were supposed to grow old and gray together, but today I had to put you six feet under at twenty three. It hit me that I am a widower at twenty-five. I am a single father of a four day old “micro preemie”. I’m at the hospital now. I’m not supposed to be in the NICU this late, but the night nurse knows what happened and can understand my need to be close to the last thing I have of you. I love you more than you will ever know,

PS: I did as you wished and made JB and Sarah her godparents. They’re coming tomorrow to see her for the first time.

July 25

Y/N,

I spent the night in jail last night. You see, they finally figured out who the pick up belonged to. I hadn’t seen him since we got married two years ago, but I was so pissed off when I went into the jail to talk to Shoupe. I asked him for five minutes with him, which was granted. I was yelling, and I’m not embarrassed about that actually. I told him I was going to make sure he went away for a very long time. That he killed the love of my life, that because of him his fucking granddaughter is fighting for her life right now all because he felt like it was okay to drive drunk. That motherfucker showed no remorse whatsoever. He fucking smirked at me Y/N, so I punched him. Square in the jaw. Of course, I was promptly booked for it, but I was told this morning that they weren’t going to actually press charges because in Shoupe’s eyes he deserved it. They put it on the books as a purely cooling down period. I came back to the hospital, and Charlie is stable. They said if she keeps improving like she is, I might get to hold her for the first time soon. I’m trying to be strong for her, for you, but I miss you so much. You should still be here, she should still be safe and growing inside you. But it wasn’t meant to be. I love you more than the moon and stars,

August 9

Y/N,

So I haven’t written in a while and that’s because we have a pretty rocking kid, you know? I got to hold her for the first time last week. It was an emotional affair, I was sobbing the moment they placed her on my chest. She’s still so tiny, but she’s gaining weight and is starting to look more like an actual human instead of an alien. I made sure the nurse took a picture when I held her because I want to remember how small she was the first time I held her, even with all the wires and tubes. I may be writing less frequently but I’m gonna keep writing. It makes me feel better. Like, I’m still close to you with this notebook. I love you, I love you, I love you.

September 17

Y/N,

Happy two months Lottie Rose. I know we were going to call her Charlie, but the new night nurse started calling her Lottie, and I’ve kind of fallen in love with it. It just fits her. She’s almost three pounds now! I’m so proud of her. It’s wild to me that she would be due in almost six weeks. The doctor expects her to be home by her due date, and I promptly will be taking her to your grave. She’s always going to know how much you loved her, Y/N. I made sure your mom put “Mother of Charlotte” on your headstone. When she’s older I’m gonna take her to our favorite spots. I want her to know who you were, because I know that the person you were, is why she’s here. I love you more than I can count.

October 31st

Y/N,

Happy Due Date Lottie Rose Maybank! We’re going home today, Y/N. Lottie weighs a whopping 6 pounds now. I’m so proud of her. She is tiny, but she’s gonna catch up fast. She passed her car seat test with flying colors. She can eat from a bottle, but the nurse noticed that she wasn’t as responsive to sound as most of the other babies when they’re ready to go home. She suggested she might just be desensitized to the noise of the hospital, but they wanted to recheck her hearing before we leave, so I am writing this while I wait for them to finish that. I just signed all of her release paperwork. Last night, I was contacted by the local news to do an interview about how Lottie is, and how everything has affected me. I think I should do it, John B and Sarah said they would watch Lottie while I go to the station.

Okay so they brought Lottie back, she didn’t pass her hearing test so we have to set up an appointment for a hearing specialist. Honestly, if she needs hearing aids it isn’t the biggest deal in the world. I’m not going to love her any less. She’s our kid, she can handle anything that's thrown in her way. I love you bunches,

December 24

Y/N,

This single dad thing is hard. Tomorrow is Lottie’s first Christmas, and we are going to church with your parents. I know you always liked to go on Christmas and Easter at least, so I thought that could be one tradition I kept with Lottie. I’m also keeping the tradition of buying a personalized ornament every year for the Christmas tree. It’s wild to think that at this time last year, we had just agreed to try for a baby, and this year everything is different. You’re not here, we have a five month old daughter who is the size of a three month old. I’ve got to tell you, losing your wife brings things into perspective. I want Lottie to have a set of grandparents that love her unconditionally. I’ve spent a lot of time with your mom and sister the last month or so, and I know your mom will love her no matter what. No matter how we get along, Lottie comes first. She’s our priority. Merry Christmas, Baby, I love you.

July 17

Y/N,

One year. You have been gone one long year. This time one year ago, I was working on Pope’s dad’s truck. It seemed like every single siren in the town went out, and I remember thinking “That must be a bad accident.” If only I knew then. If only I knew that in an hour, you would be gone, that I’d be standing in the waiting room of the hospital while they worked on you until they couldn’t anymore. I remember the anger, Shoupe and another officer holding me back before I just buckled in my own grief. I remember your mom and dad coming, having rushed over from the mainland. Your mom knew, as soon she walked in the waiting room where I was a mess on the floor, JB on one side of me, Pope on the other, she knew. We sobbed together, we became numb together. I vaguely remember telling her they were lifelining Lottie to Raleigh. I remember her looking at me and telling me, “John James, you listen to me. You get to Raleigh, your daughter needs you. Do you hear me? She needs you.” It was the only time in my life I didn’t mind hearing my full name. I didn’t get to see her until she was already two days old. Today we have a happy, healthy, one year old. She’s catching up with kids her age, which kind of shocks the doctors. She’s growing on track, she’s hitting milestones. She just started crawling, but she can already get wherever her little heart desires. I’ve made a conscious effort to not be sad in front of her today. We are having a big party for her, she’s going to love it. I miss you, sweetheart. I love you

August 10

Y/N

Time flies, you know? It seems like yesterday I was bringing Lottie home from the hospital. Where has five years gone? Today, I dropped her off for her first day of kindergarten. We had a long conversation about how if anyone was mean about her hearing aids, to tell her teacher and how it wasn’t a bad thing to ask for help. I want her to have a better school experience than I had, I want her to like school. That didn’t stop me from sobbing like a baby the whole way to work. Of course, my boss knew I’d been crying and just patted my shoulder and told me “if you think this is the only first day that you’ll cry, I have news for you.” I told him Lottie is an only child, I’m probably going to cry at every first day of school. It’s strange to think that if you were still here we’d probably have another little Maybank running around. It’s okay though, your sister had twins two years ago and JB and Sarah are having their first soon, so she’s got cousins to play with. I love you sweetheart.

July 17

Y/N.

Uh, we have a teenager? Like a full ass practically fully grown human in our house. Thirteen years and it still feels like yesterday. We got the news yesterday that Luke Maybank died in jail over the weekend. Y/N, I have to tell you, our daughter cracks me up. I told her that her grandfather passed away, and she told me she hopes you take a trip down to hell and kick the shit out of him. I told her that I beat the shit out of him thirteen years ago when she was barely a week old. She found the news articles about the accident, and asked me to talk to her about it. I did, but it was hard. I’ve never shut up about you so she knew who you were. She also asked me why I never remarried. It’s simple, really. Half my heart was buried with you 13 years ago, and the other half divided to recover and love our daughter just as fiercely as we loved each other. I love you honey.

May 31

Y/N,

Okay, we’re old. It’s fine. Charlotte Rose Maybank, you know our pretty rockin’ kid? Yeah, she graduated high school today, as valedictorian. She’ll be 18 in July, Y/N, and then in August she’s going to the mainland for college. She wants to be a doctor. Watching her walk across that stage, in her cap and gown, I was sobbing. I was an absolute mess. JB had to take pictures for me because I couldn’t stop shaking. You’d be so proud of her. I know I sure am. I love you more than I can breathe,

October 25

Y/N,

Our baby girl got married today. Of course, I could go my entire life without knowing that JB and I are going share grandkids someday, but really Alexander is a great kid, and he loves Lottie. I know that someday, she’s going to find all these notebooks and read them and I hope she laughs that I shared every milestone with you like you could read these. She’s got one more semester of school left, then she will officially be Charlotte Rose Maybank-Routledge, MD. I personally think the hyphenating of her last name is really complicated, but that’s what she wants. She looks absolutely stunning in her dress, I hope you can see her. I love you, gorgeous,

November 13

Y/N,

We became grandparents today. It’s wild to think that 27 years ago, I was holding our daughter in the same hospital where Carter Jonathan Maybank-Routledge arrived early this morning. The Maybank genes are still strong in this one, Carter looks so much like Lottie it’s not funny. I told JB maybe the next one will look like his side, ha. Okay sweetheart, I love you. JJ

March 6

Mom,

I had absolutely no idea that Dad wrote you a letter every week, sometimes every day, for 36 years. He fought the cancer for a very long time, Mom, because he simply didn’t want to leave me and the boys. I found the notebooks, I’ve spent the last week reading them. He loved you so much, he loved me so much. He wrote to you up until the last day. That’s beautiful. I know you are back together now. You’ve got 36 years to catch up on. Tell him we’ll be fine.

I love you both,

Lottie.

#obx fic #jj maybank x reader #JJ maybank #obx #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #JJ maybank fic #jj maybank fanfiction #JJ maybank angst #obx angst #obx fanfiction #dad!jj maybank

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visionarystoryteller · 8 months

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Love Meets War || 3

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X/OC - Emileeah Rogers - essentially you

Wardlow - Micheal Wardlow

Warnings:

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Emileeah stood in the far part of the tunnel to the stage, capturing pictures of Wardlow standing on stage basking in his win. Once she got a few good shots, she moved back into the guerilla looking at some of the pictures she had taken, before taking some more pictures of Orange Cassidy and the Bestfriends, getting ready to go out for a match. Once Micheals music ended, the bestfriends and OC moved to get in position and Emileeah moved to lean against the brick wall, looking at the shots she captured.

She hadn’t really been paying attention until Ares started to yip. She looked up at saw Micheal making his way straight towards her in his sweaty glory. Emileeah moved her camera in front of her face and snapped a picture of him. Micheal stayed unfazed but had one thing in mind. She let the camera hang from her neck as Micheal got closer. Once Micheal was close enough he put his hands on Emileeahs face and brought her to her tippy toes and smashed his lips onto hers. Emileeah moaned into the kiss and tried to pull him closer.

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Emileeah was snapped out her daydream when Micheal looked at her up and down after calling her name. The kiss didn’t actually happen. None of it did. Emileeah blinked a few times and shook her head. Micheal tilted his head.

“You okay small stuff?” He asked her as he bent down and petted Ares.

“Yea yea, just was thinking about something for pictures, sorry” Emileeah replied sheepishly. God was she embarrassed.

“You sure your okay?”

“Yea” she smiles at him.

“Okay, I’m gonna take Ares off your hands and go get cleaned up. I’ll meet up with you when I’m done okay?” Micheal asks. Emileeah grabs a hold of her camera that was hanging around her neck and smiled up at Micheal.

“Sounds good” she says. He kisses her forehead and walks off with Ares. Once he was out of sight, Emileeah let out a long sigh. Britt who was across the hall, had seen her daze before Micheal had come back and made her way over to her. Britt leaned against the wall next to her.

“Sooo, what was that about?” Britt asks, bumping her shoulder slightly. Emileeah looked over at Britt and bit her lip.

“I totally just daydreamed Micheal kissing me. Like on the lips.” Emileeah says sheepishly. Britt looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Well well well” britt says with a smile. Emileeah waves her off.

“I…I don’t even know” she shakes her head.

“I say go for it” Britt shrugs. Emileeah looks at her a little shocked.

“Oh please Em. I see you two. He’s totally putting the moves on you, which I haven’t seen since me and his wrestling early days….although that girl was a bitch…not my point. He likes you. And don’t think I didn’t see how red you were the other day before me and Austin came and sat with y’all…what did he say to you?” Britt asks with a smug look. Emileeah giggles and waves her off.

“I am not telling you that” Emileeah laughs. Britt giggles.

“Ooooohhhhh okay okay, but I say go for it” Britt says.

“Maybe” Emileeah says.

“Cool, I gotta go find Austin, I’ll text you okay?” Britt asks. Emileeah nods. Britt pulls her into a hug and kisses her cheek.

“Love you girl” she says as she walks off. Emileeah laughs and smiles. Britt really was a great friend.

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Emileeah had finished posting the pictures that she transferred from her camera, to the social media accounts when she heard Ares paws and nails on the concrete. She looked up and saw Micheal and Ares coming straight towards her.

“Hey small stuff” Micheal says leaning on her desk.

“Hey” she smiles up at him. Ares barks at her. Emileeah turns her attention to Ares and gives his head a kiss and pets him.

“Hi boy” she says.

“Oh so he gets a kiss. Damn Ares, stealing my small stuff” Micheal says. Emileeahs heart skips a beat as she hugs Ares around his neck.

“But look at how cute he is!” She says with a pout. Micheal bends down and looks Emileeah in her eyes. Emileeah tried not to look down at Micheals thighs, they were stretching the fabric so tight.

“He is cute, I’ll give him that, but not as cute as you and you know it” he says, as Ares backs up a little to look at his dad and Emileeah. Emileeah went silent, the tension between the two building more and more with every second. Micheal looks over her face, her cheeks had a red hue and her eyes where shy but he just couldn’t look away. Emileeah turns her head to look over at Ares. Micheals hand reaches out to her cheek and turns her face to him. Micheal take a chance and leans forward and pulls Emileeahs head in a little bit and places his lips on hers. Emileeah squeaked a little when she knew what was happening. Micheal was kissing her. She suddenly pulls away. Micheal furrows his eyebrows a little and looks at Emileeah.

“Okay daydream over now Em” she chided herself. She bunches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath. Micheal raises an eyebrow and smirks a little. She thought she was daydreaming. Emileeah opened her eyes and saw a smirking Wardlow.

“Not daydreaming small stuff” Micheal says. Emileeahs mouth drops open. She blinks a few times. Then she pinches her arm and realizes that just actually happened. A small squeak falls from her throat making Micheal let out a quiet growl. Emileeah covers her mouth with both hands. Micheal chuckles.

“I…oh….uh” Emileeah giggles embarrassed.

“Do you want me to do it again?” Micheal asks. Emileeah looks into Micheals eyes and nods just enough he sees and grabs her cheeks in both his hands and places his lips back on hers. Emileeahs hands grip into Micheals forearms as the kiss grows more intense and Micheals tongue pries Emileeahs mouth open, he inserts his, gently caressing his tongue with yours. All too soon, Micheal pulls away.

“Wanna go get some food and relax in my room?” Micheal asks. Emileeah smiles shyly nodding. Micheal stands up and grabs her hand and helps her up. Emileeah grabs her camera bag and purse and Micheal puts his bag on his shoulder and Ares leash, walking out of the building together.

#visionarystoryteller #storytellingg #storyteller writes #story teller g #storytellerguniverse #all elite wrestling #aew #wrestling imagines #Micheal Wardlow #AEW Wardlow #wardaddy #Wardlow #mini series #fanfiction

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ghostnshadow · 1 year

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Let’s Hurt Tonight

Authors Note: Be gentle with me I haven’t written in years and this plagued my mind lmao , inspired by Let’s Hurt Tonight by One Republic

Summary: Ghost gets back home from a particularly hard mission :(

‘When you came home worn to the bones I told myself this could get rough’

Too long . He’d been away for too long his muscles aching and his mind racing looking for the shadow of an enemy he knew wouldn’t be there , the house looked the same as always, same faded blue porch swing that creaked when in use, same rickety porch step that whined under his weight when he stepped on it.

He knew the inside would be different this time, warm and inviting like a safe haven, or as much of a haven you could make out of his personal safe house when he dropped you off weeks ago.

Too many. He’d lost too many this time around, being able to count on a hand and a half how many of his assigned team had survived this time around, although he didn’t pull the trigger he carried the weight of each life lost like a ton of bricks threatening to pull him under, he stopped short of the front door fists clenching and unclenching trying hopelessly to deign himself worthy of stepping through the comfort you brought.

Maybe he didn’t deserve it, the faces and names of each life lost flashing through his mind like a fucked up kaleidoscope , he was too slow to the draw , not smart enough to see a trap where it was so flawlessly laid with barely enough time to make sure he was alive by the time he managed to get two transfers out.

The front door clicked softly, a soft face and bright eyes peeking out from the other side , like a moth to a flame there you were looking like something heaven sent to possibly save his soul or at least soothe the ragged edges threatening to split open .

‘When I was off which happened a lot, you said to me that’s enough’

“Simon?” his breath faltered lungs seizing as the soft chime of your voice cut straight through the buzzing in his ears.

You knew too well when he came home too cracked, too raw for words.

Somewhere inbetween Simon and Ghost , helplessly pulling at internal strings trying to pull together some semblance of a man haphazardly , but every time you saw the internal warfare before he could even utter a word like a carefully choreographed dance, soft hands pulled him through the threshold the door clicking closed softly, one, two, three locks latching in place.

Confident hands followed a pattern the familiar clicking and then the heavy kevlar vest was set on the floor by the door, his shoulders curling slowly with the released weight, then the soft clicking of thigh holsters being placed in the entrance table , guns tucked away into a drawer as you pulled away the armor on the outside, as he tried to put himself together on the inside.

He knew words weren’t needed when he came home like this more often than not , each mission not easing the weight of self imposed responsibility, you didn’t force him to drop it only to acknowledge it and work through it as best as he possibly could, his shaking hands reached up to the balaclava covering his face, the last piece of the external armor he donned, but then soft ones reached out holding his wrists steadily.

“No, not until you’re ready.” He nodded and mechanically made his way to the couch , groaning under his weight the furniture in the house had seen better days but the onslaught of pillows and blankets you decorated with made it feel cozy.

“How many?” you sat in front of him on the coffee table hands out and palms facing up waiting for him to grab on to the anchor he so desperately needed.

“Twelve″ his voice sounded foreign too hollow even for his own ears, reaching out he clasped your hands, warm in his ice cold ones, he could still see the metaphorical blood dripping from them.

“How many got out?” He looked up his eyes meeting soft ones, a hint of sorrow not for him but for the answer he knew he needed to get out of him like a curse.

“Seven” you shuddered a breath coming out of your lips slowly, he wondered how you could bare the weight of his burden and when it would take it’s toll, from the moment he let you in you were as steady as a lighthouse guiding him through the dark storm in his head.

“Ambush?” he nodded looking away briefly to the fireplace crackling slowly, the light washing over your back like a halo, he pulled away his hands steadier now pulling off the mask , your hands reached out softly brushing his cheekbone.

“You know you’re not responsible right? As much as you are a legend amongst these men , you’re also human you cant know everything all at once.” He leaned into your touch letting the words wash over him like holy water, cleansing him.

“I should’ve planned for every possible outcome.” you smiled softly , leaning in and pressing your foreheads together , clasping both his hands in yours as if in prayer.

“sometimes no matter how much we plan, some things just are, the best we can do is honor those we’ve lost” He closed his eyes your breathing brushing his eye lashes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing the skin of your hand like he’d done so many times before, he’d be surprised if an indent didn't form there from how much he did it .

Your words bounced around in his head, clearing the dread fogging up his brain, the scent of vanilla and something floral clearing up his senses, not all the way but enough to come back to real life , to come back to you and his team and properly honor those lives lost in the mission, he breathed in deeply letting his eyes flutter open, your soft smile meeting him again, you pressed your lips softly to his cheek, breathing in the scent of gunpowder that seemed to follow him around.

“Welcome Home, Simon”

‘They say love is pain, well darling let’s hurt tonight’

#ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw22

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kariachi · 1 year

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I am sitting here, checking Dragonsdawn to answer a question. Namely, did the last clutch of artificially-created eggs result in dragons or whers. Because you hear dragons a lot, but I could’ve sworn it was whers, so I went to take a look in the book.

Dragonsdawn, pg 414 (in my copy)

“I heard there were more creatures hatched,“ Drake said. “Is that true, Admiral?“

“Yes, that’s true.“

“Are they any good?“

“Six more dragons,” Paul said, more heartily than he felt.

“Removing six more young people from our fighting strength!“

“Giving us six more potential self-maintaining, self-propogating fighters!“

Dragondawn, pg419-420 (in my copy)

“Actually Paul,“ Telgar said, glancing at Ozzie and Cobber, “those photophobes of Wind Blossom’s have proven to be extremely useful in subterranean explorations. Their instinct for hidden dangers- pitfalls, in fact, and blind tunnels- is infalliable.“ The geologist gave one of his humorless smiles. “I’d like to keep them now that Wind Blossom has abandoned them, so to speak.“ Telgar turned to Pol and Bay.

“It’s a relief to know they’ve some use,“ Pol said, sighing heavily. Both he and his wife had tried to use reason with the indignant Wind Blossom when she had been requested to suspend the dragon program. Though she maintained that the emergency transfer from Landing to Fort had damaged many of the eggs in the clutch she had manipulated, Pol and Bay had seen the autopsy reports and knew that claim to be spurious. They had been lucky to hatch six live creatures.

“Once they get to trust you, they’re quite harmless,“ Telgar went on. “Cara adores the latest hatchling, and it won’t let her out of it’s sight unless she leaves the Hold.“ Again, he displayed his mirthless smile. ”Keeps watch at her door by night.“

Dragonsdawn, pg 421 (in my copy)

“You will, of course, continue to monitor the latest dragon hatchlings.“

“Of course. What’s the latest word from Sean and the others?” Pol asked, a trifle anxious.

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So we see where there may be trouble here. The first part is insistent that these are proper dragons. Meanwhile the second part states that the dragon program has been ended due to resource issues mentioned elsewhere, but then you’ve got Tarvi referring to Cara’s relationship with the latest of the wher hatchlings, which implies that either this latest batch produced more whers or the whers are already breeding, the latter of which would mean that they breed considerably faster than dragons-

The Whers hatched about 6 months after the dragons did, Garben blows about 2 months after that, Boll’s accident seems to happen within a few days of the eruption (though with Anne who can tell) around the time the dragons figure out Betweening, and the end of the book happens ‘weeks’ after that, since that’s how long it’s been since anyone’s seen her... We can assume the new wher clutch happens within that span of time for various reasons, the main one being that these fuckers need time to grow. We learn in Dragons Kin that whers reach full size at 4 months...

Yeah, there cannot be another wher clutch. Unless Wind Blossom was just throwing whers out everywhere in the 2 months between that hatching and the eruption, while also putting in the time to put together the final clutch. Given she produced 5 clutches over 6 months- 4 of which seemed to have failed quickly- that seems like it’d be cutting things close, getting two successful clutches out in 2.

(And yes, I’m going to call the clutch of six successful, the characters can talk shit all they want but Kitti died with 42 eggs maturing and got 18 dragons out of them, while we have no idea what Wind Blossom’s numbers for the last clutch were.)

And there is no way in hell that the whers have produced and hatched clutches by that point in the story. There just isn’t. You can stretch and say they reached full size by the end of the book, but certainly it wasn’t longer than that- for one after a point you stop saying ‘weeks’ and start saying ‘months’, and for another after a point you stop going ‘the governor was injured’ and start going ‘we think they may be hiding the fact the governor’s dead’. But even if we say that whers can breed as soon as they reach full size- which is unlikely given dragons need to reach 2 years for that, are considered full size at 1 year, and we’re given no reason to believe similar ratios at least don’t apply to other dragonkin- there would still need to be time where the gold is gravid, and time for the young in the eggs to grow before hatching, then time after the hatching for Tarvi to learn about the whers and one to latch onto his toddler. Add to that, no fucking way would the whers breeding not be a Big Fucking Deal given it’s the first evidence they have that the dragons will be able to breed, at this point in the story they don’t even know they’ll be able to chew stone, and all they know of them Betweening is one tried and died.

So, the most viable option left there is that the ‘latest’ hatchling is out of the last clutch. But Benden and others insist this clutch is full of dragons. But we don’t get names, for dragons or riders, and if nothing else you would think the other 18 riders would think it worth a mention that they’re not alone now. ‘Second Weyr’ from First Fall mentions ‘eleven queens from the first two hatchings’, but if this hatching was dragons then it should be 13 queens. But then that whole little spot implies that somehow out of at least 10 golds there was 1 gold hatchling in 7 years? When Ramoth was throwing the things like fucking confetti? If we assume the estimates given in Dragonsdawn- that they’d be laying 10-20 eggs each- are accurate then that’s at minimum 600 eggs that somehow only got 1 gold out of them.

And again, it doesn’t account for where this mystery wher clutch came from for there to be a ‘latest hatchling’ from it, because it sure as fuck wasn’t laid by the whers, they’re too young at that point to have had a successful clutch, and for it to not be the same as the last clutch then that means that Wind Blossom, who took 6 months and 4 false starts to make 1 viable clutch, somehow managed to make a 6th, wait for them to hatch, then make a 7th in the 2 months since that clutch.

Plus, if this is a dragon clutch then apparently either nobody thought to mention it to the riders or their reaction was somehow not worth including?

Basically the characters say the last clutch is dragons but all evidence that isn’t their word (including the babies being referred to as ‘creatures’, let’s be real these characters would never) points to the last clutch being another batch of whers. Because Anne was fucking Anne and we can’t have clear and consistent writing with this woman lest we, I don’t know, rip off our clothes and succumb to a life sucking pond scum or some shit.

#anne mccaffrey's inability to math strikes again one way or the other #yes i know tarvi changed his name it was a stupid thing for anne to have him do #his name is rich with history and accomplishment #sallah's was the name of a rapist #just because anne thought this was Good and Proper doesn't mean i have to play #also just to have numbers #we got a clutch of 18 dragons of which 10 were gold #a clutch of 4 whers of unknown color but presumably gold bronze and brown #and a clutch of 6 somethings consisting of 3 golds and 3 presumed bronzes and browns #plus maybe a second wher clutch that just wasn't really mentioned at any point besides a reference in one line

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asena-graywolf · 1 year

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Welcome to Home

This morning was like a dream for you. For a moment you thought you were really dreaming.

Hinata was standing by that window as the first rays of morning filtered in through the open window. She was looking at you, smiling. Her smile at you warmed her heart more than sunlight

“Hinata? Did you come back?"

You got out of bed. You threw the quilt off

"I'm back baby."

You were still drowsy. You put on your slippers next to the bed and stumbled as you walked towards Hinata. You grabbed your boyfriend's shoulders to make sure what he saw wasn't a dream. You slowly lowered your fingertips to her arms and then placed both of your palms on her cheeks.

"I do not believe. It's not a dream, is it?"

"No it is not. I'm back for you. I'm tired of missing you. Finally, I couldn't stand it and came back. I wanted to surprise you"

Your eyes were to fill with tears. You let the tears in your eyes slowly flow down your cheeks.

You jumped on Hinata's neck and hugged her tightly. Your face was buried in his neck and your tears of joy were touching his skin

Hinata's arms are wrapped around you. He tried to calm you down by stroking your head.

"Stop crying. Here I am. I am here"

You couldn't bear to be away from him this long either.

“I MISS YOU SO MUCH HINATA!”

You unleashed the scream you were holding inside while you were sobbing with happiness

He buried his nose in the fold of his neck and inhaled your scent like an addict. It was obvious how much he missed.

“I missed you too Y/N. You didn't leave my mind for a second. I've always thought of you."

Your boyfriend transferred to another team in Brazil 2 years ago and went there to train more. It's been a tough goodbye for both of you. You cried for hours when you said goodbye to him. She couldn't hold back her tears because she was going to break up with you, because she wouldn't be able to see you every day for 2 years. But he made a promise to you.

“I will surely come back to you one day. Wait for me, okay? Don't tell me to flirt with guys who are taller and handsomer than me just because I'm not there"

He made a joke so that you wouldn't be sad about your long separation and to make you laugh a little.

“What kind of word is that, Hinata. There is no room in my heart for anyone but you. You know that too"

"I know. There is no room in my heart for anyone else but you. Just don't bid me farewell with such crying eyes. I don't want to remember you like this. Also, I'm not leaving you. I'll be back. The numbered days will pass quickly. Believe me. I promise I will call you every day. Please. Show me your usual beautiful smile Y/N”

You smiled at him for the last time with tears in your eyes. You hugged for the last time, kissed for the last time and breathed in her scent for the last time.

Before he went to you, he had left his perfume and his t-shirt, which he used frequently. It was for you to absorb as long as you miss

Hinata was a true lover of his word. He kept his promise to you. He called you on Facetime every day unless he was very tired. You kept your relationship alive like this for 2 years and you were longing like this.

After two years, he was back both home and you. The absolute silence in the house was now broken. You could now hear Hinata's voice that you missed.

You both sat on the bed. You held each other's hands and smiled.

“Well? Let me see what you brought me from Rio de Janeiro?"

He smiled, taking his hand to his neck.

“They're not worthy of you, but…one of the best wines, a few packets of coffee and nuts. A few souvenirs. There is also a very beautiful dress that I think will suit you very well. I hope you like it"

“You take it and I don't like it? My thoughtful darling"

Hinata's cheeks blushed and she smiled at you as usual

"You know your smile hasn't changed at all?"

You leaned close to his neck and placed a kiss. At the same time, you inhaled your scent.

“Your scent is still the same. This means that even if there is distance between us, you are my Hinata"

He reached out and kissed your nose

“I am your Hinata. This is our absolute truth.”

It was obvious from his yawn that he was road tired.

“I want to open the presents I brought with you from Rio de Janeiro. But before that, I need some sleep. I'm in Jet Lag. It's been a long time since I've had a good night's sleep in your arms."

"Of course. I miss sleeping with you so much that I can't explain. Without you the bed is very cold and very uncomfortable. My head necessarily wants your chest"

“I need you to sleep on my chest. I miss feeling the weight of your head on my chest. Come on. Your lover needs rest. Let's get some sleep. Then we talk a lot.”

"Ok. I can't wait to hear about your adventures. I'm sure you have a lot to tell."

"How?" he said as he got under the covers.

He opened his arms for you to come near

“Y/N… come here”

You slipped into his arms. You put your head on your chest. Before Hinata fell asleep she kissed you on the head and whispered in your ear

"Good night baby"

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x imagines #hinata shōyō #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo x you #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq hinata #hq x you #hinata x reader

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babychoko · 1 year

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🎀𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤🎀

Part 13

"We are very grateful to you for helping her." Smiled my dad with relief and put on his shoes. "Exactly, what would we have done without you?" Agreed my mom to him, buttoning up her chic jacket. Why did I insist on calling the jacket chic?

Well, the two of them are going to be home very, very late today. They've been invited to dinner. Me, too, actually. But I haven't been feeling well lately and I have to cram for the upcoming final exams, after all. I wouldn't really have liked to come, to be honest.

But..

"It's not worth mentioning. (Name) was a big support for us when she was babysitting Klee back then, wasn't she?"

"Yup! I like her!" Klee was happy as a pancake while clinging to Albedo.

Was it absolutely necessary to arrange for Albedo to be my "babysitter"? That he was just to help me study is surely just an excuse. But someone who keeps an eye on me, happens to be the biggest genius, and can therefore help me study is a bonus for my parents. I would have imagined my Thursday night differently. Although I really like Albedo and Klee..I just haven't been in the mood for contact lately. Three guesses why.

"Have a great evening."

"Same to you guys. I cooked, but maybe you guys would like to order something? It's up to you. You have our number... (Name)." My mother looked at me intently.

"I won't run away." I answered short and to the point. Without ifs and buts. Without wanting to defend myself in any way.

After our goodbyes, we closed the door and went into the living room. "Teheh...(Name)! Did you cause trouble?" Klee ran to the dining table and unpacked her school backpack. I sat down with her and picked up my mechanical pencil.

"Maybe. So you should be a good girl, Klee." She looked at me in shock and whispered something in Albedo's ear.

"No, she doesn't mean it like that. She's just joking with you. (Name) has no ill intentions." Then Albedo smiled at me. "Did you understand the assignment? Or do you want me to explain it to you?"

Maybe I mentioned once that I was Klee's babysitter for a period of time. At that time she lived with Albedo in our neighborhood. He's not much older than me. Sometimes I watched him with interest as he tried some experiments in his garden.

I think I was the only one who volunteered to spend time with him. Albedo, in fact, was known as the weird neighborhood kid. He got that honorary name when he ate a spider. Yes, a real spider. He really didn't make any friends by doing that. He seemed indifferent to it.

When he skipped many grades, he transferred to a private university. His degree wouldn't have lasted long either. Eventually, he just dropped out of his degree program, which caused a fuss. He didn't seem to care about that either. He now devoted himself to art.

You can ask Albedo anything about chemistry or art. He simply knows everything. I'm not exaggerating.

"Thank you. I think I'll try to solve the problem on my own for now." I suggested and opened my writing pad.

"I'll be diligent too. Look, I have to write an essay and then do a short interview." Klee looked at me expectantly. At first I was confused until I caught her hint.

"Uh...yeah, sure. You're welcome to interview me." She nodded at me approvingly, like a boss, without any comment at all, and turned to her little essay. What I could read from this distance was that she had been in the garden today trying to catch frogs..no.

She wasn't trying to catch frogs, she was trying to trap them, I hope the frogs are okay.

I was glad that Albedo is very relaxed in learning. No rushing and no impatience. If someone is looking over my shoulder all the time, I'm sure to make a lot of mistakes. Like a rooster in uniform, holding hands behind his back and walking all over the classroom, he fortunately did not. Many teachers, unfortunately, did. And then this, "Students, please make sure you read the assignment correctly blah blah." After the teacher looks over your back.

"Would you check that? I think I have something wrong." Albedo nodded and looked at the whole page I was scribbling all over with formulas and their examples. He sat down with me and turned to a new page.

"Now we'll do the third problem together. You did very well on the rest." I almost thought I got the entire page wrong! Whew, what a relief.

"Do you mind if I try this too? Oh, so many letters and numbers??? And where are the pictures?" Klee bent over the table to get a better look at my textbook.

Even when she's sitting next to me.

"Klee, she needs to focus. You're welcome to do the same assignments if you're in the same class as (Name)."

"Sorry!" She sat back down and continued writing her essay. What a decent but bright girl. Better than me at my current age. I hope she stays the way she is.

"I see..." I said quietly, as Albedo showed me an easier way to come up with the right result. Now I tried to solve this one on my own hand. It took me a little while to do that.

"You did that very well, (Name). I think it's enough for tonight. Too much studying is not good either." I had been studying since noon, after all.

"Oh, in that case..." Somehow I'm glad he suggested that. I haven't been able to concentrate for long at all lately like before.

"Albedo, I need your glasses! I'm doing my interview now." Klee got to borrow his glasses. But she wasn't allowed to wear them too long for that, because it was bad for her eyes.

"Ms, please have a seat." Klee held a clipboard in her hand and pointed to the sofa. She had decorated the coffee table with a glass of water and a vase of flowers that she had apparently gotten from the kitchen. I couldn't remember that being in the living room.

"Would you like some water? You just came from...uh, way over here."

"I'd love to, Klee." I just played along. As long as she enjoyed it and did her homework.

As Klee scanned the coffee table, she realized she had everything but a water bottle apparatus. "Excuse me." She got up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen. Albedo was still sitting at the dining table, watching us with a smile.

"Uh..(Name), where are there bottles of water?" She called out from the kitchen.

"On the counter, there should be a bottle in the corner." In the kitchen, I heard a chair move. Albedo stifled an amused laugh. "Klee, do you want me to come?"

"No, I'll get it!"

Before she proudly returned with the water bottle, I heard the squeak from the chair again. "So, here's your water. Now we can get started."

"Sure."

"Your are (Name), (last Name)?" Asked Klee accurately, looking at me seriously.

"That's right. I'm happy to be here."

"How old are you?"

"I turned 18 not long ago."

"Then you may drink, smoke, drive and marry long ago! You are a gracious woman! But why don't you look 18 yet?" What?!

"I guess it's genetics?"

"Gen..what's that? Ah never mind. Next question!" She cleared her throat and looked through her clipboard. I was glad they were just very common questions. And then I jumped the gun. Then she looked to me.

"Are you married yet?" I shook my head. Well, that may take many more years. I've had enough of love for now.

"Do you ride a motorcycle in the chicken coop?"

"What? No..." Who comes up with such a question...

"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm still a student. Soon I'll be climbing the career ladder as a notary clerk." Klee looked at me confused and offered me her clipboard. She told me to please write the word for her. When I did so, I handed her clipboard back.

"Hmm..." She put the glasses back on the table and massaged her temple as if she was now going to ask me the most complicated question. She must have copied this gesture from her teacher when he couldn't handle her. And I was sure she was getting a headache from the glasses.

"What's your favorite food?"

"Whatever I like."

"So not very picky. Good, good. I like broccoli. Do you?"

"If you cook it right, I do, actually."

"Your favorite person is?"

"Friends as well as family."

"Have you ever been in love?" This question shot to my heart. It felt like there was an elevator inside me and that my heart was slowly going from the top floor to the first floor. As promised, I didn't want to fib anymore. But I didn't want to talk about it. It was all out anyway.

Yes, my mother now knew that I was in a relationship. But not yet with whom. That evening I came home and was not able to talk. Until my mother kept asking me questions. Whether I had a fight with my girl friends, why I was home so early from the sleepover, whether something had happened, and so on. It just didn't stop.

I was already so irritated that everything gushed out of me. I was emotionally messed up. Nothing interested me or scared me at that moment. After all, nothing would change since it was over anyway. That evening, things got very, very uneasy between me and my mom. Then there was radio silence. I expected a slap in the face or worse... but none of that came. Whether my father already knew? I don't know. I know he can take it less.

And the disappointed and hurt look from her which I will never forget. After all, her daughter was only putting on an act.

"(Name)?" Klee looked concerned because apparently I had been quiet far too long for her liking. I smiled at her. "Don't worry." Before I could give her an answer, Albedo jumped in. "Klee, how about the next question?"

"Um..okay! Your favorite animal is...?"

"Dodoco!"

"Mine too!"

At the end, she had to draw a picture to go with some of the questions. Since she had left her crayons at home, I lent her mine. When I went to my room, Klee was eager to see what new things I had in my room. She was always excited about the butterfly stickers on one of my walls, my Bratz posters, or the clothes I had on my clothing rack. I even promised her that she could have many of my clothes when she grew a little more. A few clothes she had gotten as gifts from me that I no longer needed.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so..hmm..no, I have everything! I'm going to draw now." Her homework was much better than the homework I got in elementary school. I'd rather not talk about my elementary school days. I was a... spirited girl. But not on the level of Klee. Otherwise, my cheeks would have been redder than a clown's back then and my butt sore that I couldn't even sit down. She is lucky that Alice is rather patient and very kind.

"Well, that looks very nice!" I praised her as she proudly showed me her paintings. She drew herself with a microphone, like the one from a reportage and next to it another person had been drawn. "That's a very neat scarecrow, though. What adventure is she from?"

Klee stopped drawing and stared at me.

"Huh? That's supposed to be you." Oh.

Albedo, who was reading a book in the corner, held back a laugh.

After we ate dinner together, we played card games. I was able to stop Klee from picking Uno or Monopoly. No matter who I played these games with, it never degenerated peacefully in my life. I'm sure neither would want to mess with me or deliberately goad me. But the memories of a war remain unforgotten.

We were left with Memory and it wasn't a bad card game. It was even great fun as a finale for the evening. Afterwards my parents came back and exchanged a few words with Albedo and were very grateful. I expressed my thanks for his help, of course. He then took the sleeping klee home with him as we all said our goodbyes.

For the rest of the evening I took my CD player and listened to some songs in bed. Energy or desire for anything else I had not at all. I would love to turn the music up to full blast. But it was late and I didn't want to disturb anyone at this hour. Otherwise I would do that if I had been home alone. I closed my eyes and turned on my side. A certain CD I got as a gift, where songs were burned, lay untouched in a shoebox.

My school days have been nothing special these past few days. And they certainly won't be in the next few days. Okay, I wouldn't say special right now. But unusual on some days were they. On other days they were not unusual. They passed rather quietly. Or it could be because I was holed up in the school library. During breaks, I did some homework or just read non-fiction books that I've always skipped because they didn't look interesting.

I was right about my decision. The cover didn't just look boring. The content even resembled it.

When I didn't feel like reading, I would secretly listen to music and just pretend to read. In reality, I stared at the paragraphs and rather daydreamed.

But today I just kept studying for the exams, even though I was in school and it wasn't good for my head. But it was worth it if it meant I could be in my own little world.

I could only be in my own little world for the first few days. As if my friends would leave me alone... I didn't expect anything else from them! Getting me out of the school library was not an easy task.

Shall I list some attempts? All right.

Hu Tao burst into the building and told me that she had set up a small cotton candy machine in the middle of the schoolyard. And if I wanted some, I only had to put one foot out during the break. I almost stood up and peeked in.

..If Xiangling hadn't come to tell Hu Tao that the cotton candy machine had been confiscated by Mrs.Ningguang. It caused her to turn off the electricity for the school. After all, she needed an electrical outlet. Somehow I had a feeling that it was a lie. You couldn't just get a device like that. She would have had to have stolen it from a fair. Maybe Xiangling was guilty of trying to lure me out by lying. But I would believe them 100% that they would have pulled it off.

I got this suspicion because Hu Tao had claimed a day earlier that there was a Hello Kitty waiting for me. I wasn't 4 years old to fall for that! I just looked at her puzzled and continued doing my homework.

Until I looked out the window and saw her with own Hello Kitty plush being escorted out of school by herself. I just stared.

Due to the lack of euphoria, I remained adamant. Well, she didn‘t lie.

"You know, then I told him: that he can go away! Skeletons are and will always be cute in my eyes..." Hu Tao pouted, sitting across from me and balancing a strand of hair over her lips. She had been telling me stories for several minutes. She didn't care if they made sense. She just wanted to entertain me.

"And he didn't want to spend the night with you?"

"Exactly! My bed is a coffin, after all. But it's a sweet and roomy coffin. You can shoot friends like that to the moon!" She grumbled in annoyance.

"I think your bed is cool..." I replied, refilling the lead from my mechanical pencil. "I don't understand people like that either."

"You said it. Only you can understand me, (Name)..." She sighed and got up from the chair. She wandered around me and looked at my exercise book. Then she pulled it away from me and held it up.

"Taotao..."

"Recess means recess! You eat, go wee-wee, or enjoy the fresh air outside!"

I looked at her confused. "It's way too humid outside. There's a fan here though..." She conceded defeat now and handed me back my exercise book. "Hmph, then stay a little nerd and enjoy the fan!"

I massaged my temple like Klee had done the night before. "I can't..sorry." I know they mean well by me and I appreciate that, I really do.

But I just couldn't at all and I just wanted to stay here. Spending recess in the schoolyard chattering away was not easy for me.

She grinned at me. "What are your favorite animals again?"

"Please...keep the animals out of the schoolyard and leave them alone in the pet store. You'll get expelled before you graduate!"

She disagreed. "That's where you can tell I'm entertaining. What employer wouldn't want to hire someone who's like that?" I, for one, could list a few employers. I preferred not to, though. "Oh, Hu Tao..."

Then I went wide-eyed as she raised her hands and glared at me.

"Violence is the last resort then.... OW!"

"That's enough!" Sighed Xinyan as she pinched Hu Tao's butt once before she could attack me. "Can't you see she's not doing well?"

Now I'm really feeling guilty about what they tried to do. Especially the way I reacted.

"But! I so want to see her smile again.... Laughter is healthy." She protested.

"Then we'll spend the break with her. Why should we force (Name) to go out?" Yun Jin suggested as she joined us. I sighed and was about to give in.

"Alright...I'll stop spending breaks here." That should satisfy her, and it's the least I could do after being made to care so much.

"Nope, now we're staying here!" Laughed they all. I didn't expect that. But I noticed very much how much I was withdrawn. Even though I wasn't really talkative, it was nice to hear conversation again.

We didn't realize how loud it was until Mrs. Lisa walked by us. But when she didn't catch sight of me alone this time, she looked rather pleased and didn't give us any trouble- fortunately.

There was no one here but us anyway. Not many people are enthusiastic about a school library.

At home, my father continued to help me with the application. My career was decided, but not the company I would soon be working for. He checked the way I wrote my resume and that the lines were Symmetrical to each other.

"You can send the application, of course. But I recommend you bring it in person. Pay attention to the clothes because..."

Oh right, I can't wear what I want in the future. I have to adjust my wardrobe for working life as well. Well, for my personal clothing style, I have my free time. Lately, though, I haven't really been motivated in my clothing choices anyway. Some wide jeans with a shirt, maybe some hair clips or even a necklace to go with it if I felt like it. Sometimes I wore a dress.

But my makeup remained untouched. Lipstick, eye shadow or glitter brush? Rather for special occasions- and again when I felt like it. I stayed rather faithful with lip balm.

I didn't need to look pretty for anyone anymore. Not even for myself. The important thing was to look appropriate for the public and that was enough for me. I enjoyed the extra few minutes of sleep I had in the morning before school.

After I picked out an application folder from my bookshelf, I realized that I couldn't find the photo that my mother had entrusted to me. It was no longer on my bookshelf and I couldn't find it anywhere. That too...

Silently, without any reaction, I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

The little photo that gave me comfort and lit up the warmth in my heart was gone. Destined for each other.. I don‘t think so.

Believe me or not, I could no longer wait for my graduation.

Part 14 (coming soon)

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#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #romance #xingqiu x reader #hu tao #xinyan #albedo #yun jin #heartbreak #klee #reader gets a babysitter #ehe #i dont know what else to put else in this tag #reader is demotivated

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greatandquestionablecontent · 2 years

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trystan comes back from solitary

Excerpt from the full story on AO3.

Content warnings: discussion of inhumane solitary confinement, self harm, suicide attempts, suicidal ideation. Also they kiss and it’s really weird.

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The Trystan who came back after thirty two days in solitary confinement bore little resemblance to the laughing roommate Gavin had been looking forward to seeing again. His hair hung around his face like shredded curtains, tangled only at the ends, like he’d combed his fingers through it and gotten all the snarls bunched up at the end, then given up. Had he gotten skinnier, too?

Most noticeably, he had facial hair, less than a centimeter, scruffy, a lighter brown than his hair and eyebrows. Trystan always shaved so religiously, Gavin had barely ever seen him with even a five o’clock shadow. It might have looked handsome, Gavin thought, if it hadn’t been so bizarre for him, and scabs along his jaw made Gavin wonder if he’d been scratching at his face. He looked like he was trying to retreat into his jail-issue jacket as the guard uncuffed him and released him into the cell.

Seeing him again was both an immense relief, and a jolt of horror.

He didn't say anything at first, but went straight to Gavin's bed. Gavin didn't correct him, even when he put his muddy shoes on the bed and hugged his knees, staring blankly at the floor.

"So, they took you outside," Gavin tried, nodding at his shoes.

Trystan's eyes flicked to him, and after a second he gave a small smile, barely a curl of his lips. "Yeah." His voice was hoarse and flat.

Gavin missed his real smiles. "Solitary's in a different building?" He prompted, joining him on the bed.

Trystan nodded, and rubbed at his face with an open hand. Just as Gavin was about to speak again, after a too-long silence that wrenched Gavin’s heart, he said, “It’s gonna take me a minute to adjust. It was nice to see the sky again, though. It’s nice to see you again, too.”

“Take your time,” Gavin said.

“I haven’t been myself lately.”

That much was obvious. “I understand.”

Another long pause. When Trystan spoke again, it was slowly and quietly, like someone who’d only just woken up. But Trystan was such a light sleeper. He’d always woken up in an instant and sounded perfectly awake so quickly.

“I got Ari’s letter. Thanks.”

“Good! I wasn’t sure it would make it on time. I had her print out a couple of poems for you. The first one is about that author I told you about. The second one, you might have heard of him? I thought you’d find it, uh, reassuring. I hope that isn’t too presumptive of me. It’s one I’ve always liked, and —”

Trystan wrapped his arms around Gavin's shoulders. Gavin gave him a tight squeeze. It felt good to be able to hold onto him, to have him there against his body, corporeal and present, very much alive, not transferred to another cell block or held in detention indefinitely. Trystan scooted closer, one of his legs pressing against Gavin’s. When Trystan didn't let go, Gavin rubbed his back through the jacket.

“You smell like cigarettes,” Trystan murmured.

“Shit, really?”

“It’s not bad.”

Gavin snorted. “I’m more worried about the guards but glad to hear it.”

Trystan ran cool fingers over Gavin’s bruised and scraped knuckles. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Downsides of needing more space to get through places.”

He made a sound of understanding, stroking the little hairs on the first joint of Gavin’s finger with just the pad of his own. Gavin hesitated, then took his other hand. Trystan let out a breath, and scooted somehow even closer.

“So, um…” Gavin said, his brain temporarily going blank. “Did anything interesting happen in solitary?”

“Ha,” Trystan said, instead of actually laughing. “No.”

“I missed you,” Gavin said.

Trystan was half in his lap now, his breath cool by the time it reached Gavin's neck. His face was very close. It crossed Gavin’s mind to kiss him, which of course was a silly intrusive thought, an out of place compulsion, something he obviously wasn’t going to do.

“I wrote you poems,” Trystan said.

“O- oh, really? That’s — that’s good.”

“I threw them out. Because what kind of loser writes poetry,” he said, his mouth twisting toward the faintest hint of a familiar smile.

“What were they about?”

“What you’d expect. How solitary sucks, some emotional bullshit, how I miss you, and I hope things go okay for you once you get out.” He tucked a chunk of Gavin’s hair out of his eyes, and Gavin shuddered. “Other stuff.”

His face was very close.

Trystan rested his head on Gavin’s shoulder, and Gavin was sure his heart must be thumping in his chest hard enough for Trystan to feel it. What was going on? This was definitely not a normal reunion between two friends who’d only known each other such a short time.

Gavin patted the back of Trystan’s head. His hair was slightly greasy. “I was scared I wouldn’t see you again,” Gavin admitted, partly just for something to say.

“Me too.” Trystan's lips brushed against Gavin’s neck, his stubble tickling Gavin’s skin.

Gavin couldn’t quite convince himself it was an accident.

The next kiss was clearly defined, though still feather soft, and each one after, slow and spaced out, had the little sound of his mouth. It was pleasant, not sexually, but in the way that sinking into a warm bath is pleasant. Gavin's jaw tingled as Trystan's bottom lip dragged over the bristles of his beard, and his own lips felt shaky. He noticed he was breathing so shallowly he barely moved, and took a deep breath. His entire body was tense. What was he supposed to be doing?

Trystan stopped, and rested his head back on Gavin’s shoulder, and slowly, slowly Gavin relaxed again. He was sure he ought to have done something besides just sit there, but for the life of him he couldn’t decide what. Kiss him back? Push him away? Make a joke to diffuse tension?

“Sometimes they put people in there for years,” Trystan said after another silence that dragged on for too many long seconds.

It took Gavin a second to realize they were talking about the solitary units again and to forcibly shift the gears in his mind. “Oh. Yeah.”

“I hated it.”

“Of course you did.” Selfishly, Gavin almost wanted to postpone this discussion. “I’d argue it counts as torture,” he agreed, and the words were already there, from conversations before this, in a world much more theoretical.

They spilled out, like they were being said by someone else, on autopilot, while Gavin’s brain still sluggishly tried to process that Trystan had been kissing him a few moments ago. “Sensory deprivation is used as torture in interrogation camps, and they try to argue it isn’t technically a war crime, but extended time in solitary confinement can have extreme adverse effects as well as lasting impact on the brain — I’ve done some looking into it --”

“That’s cute,” Trystan said dismissively. “It is torture. I’d rather die than be in there again.”

Shit. “Ever?”

“I’m pro'lly not gonna off myself over a couple days.”

Gavin thought about, but did not voice, a number of horrifying statistical correlations he’d read. “Good,” he said instead. “Don’t die.”

“I tried to before.”

Gavin had no words for that.

“After Kosta. Denna was the one who found me.”

“Oh. Well… it’s good she found you then.”

Trystan combed his fingers up the hair at the base of Gavin’s neck, sending chills down Gavin’s arms. Gavin would have rather had this conversation any other time, or had whatever this was happen another time. He couldn’t do both at once, especially not as he discovered his body was desperately touch starved, while his mind was going in the opposite direction. He couldn’t think of a less sensual and arousing topic, which was probably good.

He tried to think of something helpful to say. “Once you get out, you’ll be glad you didn’t,” he said.

He let Trystan pull him down onto the bed and settle half on his chest, one leg slung over Gavin’s. He took careful breaths, aware of the many inches where their bodies pressed together, and tried to assess if this would trigger a panic attack. It didn’t feel like it. (Yet?) He could feel the warmth of Trystan’s leg through their thin pants, but Trystan’s jacket still felt cold.

“Unless there’s some kind of miracle,” Trystan said, “after my court date they’ll take me to max, and I’ll be sentenced ten years to life.”

“Uh, well, if you get voluntary manslaughter instead of murder, that’s only two to ten years.”

“I’m not living through ten years of this.”

Gavin started to protest, but Trystan continued, “I think about it all the time, Gavin.” His voice, still quiet, had an unsettling mixture of intensity and soberness. “Less, since you’ve been around. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in this place.”

Gavin’s heart lurched.

“But sometimes I still don’t even sleep because I’m just laying there, thinking about it. I don’t think I’d make it through five years, let alone life. Some days I’m not sure I can make it through the months left until my trial. Ten years and you’re a different fucking person, dead inside or hard and vicious and you don’t know how to be anything anymore except someone who can survive prison.”

Gavin could see it. He could see it in Trystan already, in half the guys around the prisoners around them, even in himself. It was too easy to imagine what Trystan might be a decade from now.

“You can’t do anything to get out except shut your brain down completely,” Trystan continued. “They’ll turn you into a robot with no ability to do anything but obey. And suicide watch is hell — if you didn’t want to die before then, you will after a few days of that. They keep you apart so you can’t fight or touch anyone, they confiscate crayons and books and windows, and they take your clothes away so you can’t hang yourself and chain your hands outside the door while you eat and watch you every second so you can’t even try to use a plastic spoon to cut yourself —”

Gavin pulled him back down into a hug, holding Trystan’s face to his breast. “When I get out,” he said, emphasizing the first word, “I’m going to have the best damn defense advisers there are put on your case. Okay? We’re going to get you out, you just have to stick it out until then. I’ll write you letters.”

“That last one actually means something,” Trystan muttered into his shirt. “Recommending a nice DA doesn’t guarantee shit.”

Gavin petted his unwashed hair, fighting back a tide of hopelessness. He had to remember that he couldn’t save everyone, but he wanted so desperately to save this one. He wanted someone to save both of them. “Call me. Once I’m out. I’ll answer. I’ll talk to you.”

Trystan broke free from his grip to stare him in the eye. “Promise.”

“Promise.”

Trystan kissed him on the mouth, and Gavin made a split second, slightly panicked decision and kissed back.

So this was happening.

And strangely, Gavin didn’t feel trapped, even though Trystan was effectively pinning him between the bed and the wall. He sure felt a lot of other things, none of which he knew how to deal with right now. Pleasant tingles radiated through the nerves in his jaw, and he was still frantically trying to think of something fucking useful to say.

He turned his face away when the kiss started to get wet and was going on rather too long, and he wiped his mouth off with a muttered apology. Trystan settled his head on Gavin’s chest, and they didn’t talk about it.

Trystan sat on the floor that night, leaning against the wall by the head of Gavin’s bed, and sometimes they held hands. He stayed there for most of the night, returning to his own bed at some point while Gavin slept.

#trystan #gavin #conviction #my writing #comfort #kind of

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pridewon · 1 year

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@pontevoix said: 👫 literally for whomever your fabulous heart desires ssdfg (headcanons for our muses) // goshiki && shirabu edition

1. Once they come to an agreement about going abroad for Shirabu’s placement, they put together a whole system to decide on where. The system is based on Shirabu’s wall mindmaps - so, by system, what I really mean is chaos disguised as organisation. They put up a map of the world on their living room wall, and add pins: one colour for the programmes Shirabu can apply to, another one for where they know Goshiki can likely be transferred. The area surrounding the map is print-outs of information about the ccountries, cities, hospitals/volleyball teams, time difference with Japan, cost of living, etc. It looks pretty organised for about a week. After that? It’s a mess. But it feels like... concrete steps and reflection before decision-making.

2. Remember how we talked about Shirabu justifying having Goshiki as his +1 at events by saying “my friend got dumped recently” and, when Goshiki complained about it, switching the story to “he really has a thing for female doctors and nurses”? Goshiki tried to get revenge by, one time one of these wonderful ladies asked for his number, giving Shirabu’s instead. Of course, it backfired. I don’t know how bhvdhb but it backfired.

3. One fun fact about Goshiki is that every winter? He gets a cold. It doesn’t matter how much effort he’s been putting into avoiding them since childhood, he gets sick every!! single!! year! And pretty bad ones, too. Unfortunately, it annoys him to no end, and annoyed, sick Goshiki is... a pain in the ass. Grumpy and sulky and dramatic: one second he’s scolding Shirabu for being too close because “I don’t want you to catch it!”, the next he’s complaining because Shirabu is avoiding him. I’m sorry, there is no winning this one. His mother denies all responsibility in this, because this is not how she raised him. Once he’s recovering, he tries to apologise to Shirabu by... doing nice things for him or letting him boss him around or taunt him with considerably less resistance than usual. That’s his penitence.

4. Going back to your holidays headcanons, and how you said “ also, better watch out or else shirabu’s brothers will start infiltrating their holiday privacy. good lord. “. One winter, Shirabu’s brothers actually showed up at their door entirely out of the blue, without any prior warning. Goshiki and Shirabu saw them through the camera of the intercom before actually having to answer, fortunately (?), and it made them... panic a little, because they were not prepared, and realised that the apartment in its current state... didn’t quite scream ‘inhabited by two roommates’. So they... pretended not to be there. Shirabu’s brothers called him, and he made up an excuse like being out of town until the evening, which gave them time to rearrange the apartment, but... after that? They looked at each other and agreed that their secrecy policy will only hold so long.

#pontevoix #(goshiki; interactions)#you better believe i'm going to do everyone vbdjfbv

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thezolblade · 1 year

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Anon from the fic! Wow!!!!!!!!! That outline!!!!!! Do you want to share any more hints about those three branches?

Sure! (This is partly making up more details as I go along, which means making progress with the draft.) Below the cut for spoilers:

So I've got three routes following after Reckoning now - see also that last ask. After Jon attacks Tim and scares Martin into cooperating again:

Retaliation. Sasha and Tim burn down the Institute (with Leitner's help). Jon's hurt by the archive's destruction, but he survives, at the others' mercy.

Relocation. Martin talks Jon into asking Elias to transfer them both to one of the Institute's sister organizations, citing irreconcilable differences with the rest of the team. (They know at that point that they're also temples to Beholding, and hope they'll be granted this even if they can't quit.) Since this is roughly at the point in the timeline when Jonah wanted to put some distance between himself and Jon to avoid being compelled (iirc he mentioned that he'd have gone on a trip if he hadn't been arrested), he ends up sending them to open a second branch of the Magnus Institute in Edinburgh, close to its original site.

Respectable fears. Jon takes the Institute from Jonah, and carries on maintaining the Archives while running the whole organisation. He keeps Martin as his personal assistant, and gets more calculated in manipulating him without breaking him, fending off numb depression by asking him to research enemies that they can fight to save lives, and making the rules more structured in private. Meanwhile, he sends Tim to investigate the Unknowing, and tries to decide whether he'll be too dangerous to keep hold of long term. When Sasha's ready to give up on changing things, he offers her a consultancy role, so that she can stay on his payroll, but spend her time on projects at other organizations, and she takes that as the best deal she can get.

Hints about the other routes, hmm...

Reconciliation: The first night, when Jon realizes he may have fucked up beyond anything that Martin will put up with for long, his first reaction, instead of figuring out some brilliant way of handling that, is to retreat to his room for a cigarette. Martin waits on the sofa, wishing he hadn't admitted that he doesn't like being shouted at or shoved around, because now he's getting the silent treatment, and it's only a matter of time before he's kicked out... Until he hears Jon light a second cigarette, and realizes he ought to go talk to him, or he might just hide and chain smoke all night.

Subjugation: Here's a bit of dialogue from the first night. A lot of conversations go a slightly different direction in my drafts than in the initial notes, and sometimes unused lines come up again later, so this level of detail is the most subject to change, but it might be an interesting read anyway:

Martin could feel himself blushing hard enough that the tips of his ears were burning. "If I'd ever imagined that we had a chance, I wouldn't have wanted our first time to go this way. It's late, and we were both tired and upset going into this, a-and I'm glad I've cheered you up, but I guess it doesn't feel like we're going about things the right way to make it last, or make it special."

"What would you like to do, to make it special?" Jon's tone was light and faintly mocking.

Martin took a second to collect his thoughts, treating it as a serious question. It wasn't as if he stood to lose anything by making a few suggestions.

"Why don't we get ourselves hot drinks, and cuddle on the sofa until we're ready to fall asleep? Then maybe tomorrow, we could talk about our likes and dislikes. You know, books, music, TV, food, all that sort of thing, a-as well as sex. How does that sound?" Martin tried to smile as he waited for an answer. The silence stretched on, and he couldn't help but get psyched out. "Uh, shall I go make us some tea?"

"Not yet."

"Oh?"

"Take off your clothes. I haven't even seen you yet."

Martin hesitated, but Jon looked quite intent on doing this now.

"Oh, okay." Martin clenched his fingers in his t-shirt, then glanced at the bags he'd left next to the bed. "If we're going to be up for a while longer, why don't I grab my phone and put some music on? That could be, ah, relaxing."

"I don't need mood music. I need to know what you're capable of."

"...Oh." Martin heard his own voice go quiet, and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to pull himself together. Jon was making it fairly clear that he didn't care about setting him at ease, and he still wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. Hadn't he better play along before he lashed out again?

#heart of the disaster #tma thoughts #rozzlynn's fanfic

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How Are You?

It was a rainy day in Sol City, people were having a coffee session in some cafes, some of them crossed the streets rushing to go to their work, and some of them were teenagers who had fun with their friends while their umbrella was open to protect themselves from showering rain. They had their face straightly on the road while chatting about random events to share of, including boys.

A black haired male student was walking towards the massive school building, tightly holding the handle of the umbrella. He was wearing his grey jacket, blue shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes while carrying his pale blue backpack from behind. His icy cyan orbs focused on the building while his wireless earphones were on, listening to the song he could vibe in which was Lemon Tree by Fools Garden. As he entered the school building, he was greeted by the brown haired man with a cheerful smile.

“Hey, Kaine! What’s up?”

The brown haired man noticed Kaine unresponsiveness since he was busy closing the wet umbrella, putting it on the handle where the rest of the umbrella hanged, walking to the canteen and bursting music from his earphones that the passerby could hear. So, Kaine’s friend tapped his ears to gesture that he had his earphones on. Kaine noticed this. He removed them immediately and said, “Hmm?”

“I asked if you have any plans for tonight?” The brown haired man asked, putting his bag on the chair beside him and taking out the notebook he reviewed for his next class.

“Nothing,” said Kaine as he sat across his friend and opened his floating screen where he could keep the files. The start screen of the document had appeared after Kaine tapped the icon, revealing its loading display. His friend transferred beside him to take a peek on his screen.

“You got something to do in that?” The brown haired man said, clicking on the back of his pen before looking at his notebook to answer a complicated physics problem with hopes he didn’t forgot his physics formula book in his bag.

“I’m free tonight and yes, just some research paper for our thesis,” Kaine responded as the document successfully loaded before rechecking the updated information his team had gathered. From his screen, there appeared a text that contained an update for their research.

‘Patricia and I went to the Akicia Street as stated from the news and multiple articles before, those weird liquid blood appeared at 11:48PM. We soon arrived and saw the blood spill on the ground, it doesn’t look like an ordinary blood though. It looks like an alien green leaf blood leading to the dark alley. Patricia and I were about to follow the tracks but it was late, our final decision was to get home since her parents need her presence for family affair. So, we instead, gather the alien’s blood — I have to call that since it sounds appropriate to describe — by using a spoon and put it in a tube as you suggested. It did worked though, it just look so slimy based on its appearance. Good thing the blood wasn’t dry so it’s easily slipped through the glass.

We went home on our separated ways and I took the tube with me safely. I kept them by putting them on a test tube rack.

I need your further advice, leader. I'll be waiting at the laboratory tomorrow.'

Kaine was interested with the data his team had gathered since it was a massive news about the green blood issues in the Sol City and no one seemed to gather information about it. The data was new for everyone anyways. So, he took it as an opportunity to use it for their research which was a long life time if they wanted to continue with a cliffhanger closing. Kaine had his straight serious look maintained while he scrolled down with his index finger, his friend noticed this and tried to hold back his laughter. The brown haired man tried to convert into serious so he could follow with Kaine’s momentous vibes but he couldn’t. So, in the end, he started to laugh which Kaine heard him.

“Why are you laughing?” Kaine asked when he caught his friend’s wide grin.

“Dude, you look so serious! I can’t help it. Why not try to smile, at least?” his friend responded with a soft laugh since he tried to hold it in.

“Why would I smile when there is no reason to?” Kaine bluntly said, raising his brow to his friend to make sense of his answer which a large hammer hit the brown haired man’s brain to understand his response.

“Ah shoot, yeah. I’d never thought of that. It would be weird to do that, it’s like you’re a crazy man creepily smiling at them thinking you’re planning to kill them,” the brown haired man said, writing on his paper to solve the problem than getting distracted by the girls passing by.

“What if I am?” Kaine responded, keeping his eyes on the screen. His friend peeked over to see Kaine, trying to read his expression if he was joking about the killing, but based on his straight expression. He looked like he wasn’t.

“Bro, are you seriously serious?” And Kaine glanced at his friend to give him a smirk.

His friend blinked, then changed into a glare of pout and shook his head, “Nah, you must be kidding.”

“Oh yes I am,” Kaine nodded, taking his eyes back to the computer screen to continue reading the updates. On the back of his mind, he wanted to stay to read more news articles about it but when Kaine checked on his black watch, he noticed that Biology class was up next on his schedule.

“We better go,” Kaine continued, closing the floating screen that disappeared in a flash instead of searching some articles about the alien blood.

“Right. Jake, I know you want to skip class but you have to attend for the sake of your future,” Kaine’s friend looked like he was talking to himself while putting his notebook back. Jake does that sometimes as a sign of self-scolding but it’s his hobby.

The two best friends left the cafeteria quietly, they could hear their footsteps echoing the hallways. But not just the two of them, multiple footsteps were heard with voices as the students entered their respective class. Feeling at this moment that they were not the only ones rushing to catch the time made them relief.

“Before we separate ways, have you seen Stella?” Jake asked Kaine as he held tight on his brown bag pack.

“No, she look busy with her filming. What about her?” Kaine responded.

“It’s just, we haven’t hanged out since multiple projects shoot at her like a machine gun. She’s been pretty busy nowadays,” Jake sighed.

“She is. Not sure when she’ll be with us,” Kaine looked down on the ground, thinking about the times Jake, Stella, and him used to stay at the bench away from crowds. Jake and Stella were the talkative ones, they seem to argue a lot but in the end it was a comedic scene for Kaine. An entertainment. But, this time it was different. People change, everyone change because of their experiences and trials they encountered individually. All they had to do was to hope that Stella was doing fine with her project. They wouldn’t know if she had changed.

“I’ll see you later, Kaine,” Jake said, waving at his silent friend as Kaine gave him a small smile before taking the stairs to the fourth floor.

As the noises from the raindrops heard in the afternoon, the cold wind passing by as the rain continued to shower in Sol City. Students inside the classroom were sitting on their respective place, it was a formed of an auditorium yet medium size instead of a massive one. Clearly fits the number of students inside the classroom, they had their notebooks out and some others were using the floating document screen to take down notes about the discussion. The professor wasn’t writing on the board, he had his presentation on through the floating screen hologram provided by the school. It showed the pictures of human anatomy with the description of how it functions. Most of the students in class silently participated on the topic but the rest were doing their best to rush their thesis for the next subject they had to attend. As the professor finished discussing the lesson due to the time limit, all of the students packed their things to get to their next class. Their schedules were separated depending on the block, section, and courses they took. They had their free will to choose which courses they wanted to include or remove in the list, but for Kaine, he was satisfied on how he had three hours of spending time in his favorite place.

That was where he would go, Kaine walked out of the classroom as he opened the screen to check if there’s any message especially form his teammate. Lou appeared on the message screen after three seconds of checking, Kaine opened the message to see what was written.

‘We’ll be waiting for you in the laboratory.’

Kaine closed the screen after reading the message, he focused on the hallways to where the path would lead him to until he stopped his tracks to check the room. Kaine moved his head to the side to peek over the door window, there he found a black haired girl all alone with her painting palette on her right hand and a brush on her left hand. She was wearing a green dress, hair tied up into a half-moon bun, matching silver crescent moon earrings and necklace, and her blue oceanic orbs focused on the canvas. The gloomy lights dim around her like a dramatic scene of silence yet it didn’t match on how the girl was so serious with her painting. Kaine tried to familiarize what those colors were on her palette, he noticed they were yellow, red, black, and white. He remembered there were appropriate artistic names when it comes to identifying the colors but he decided to make it simple for now.

Every stroke the girl made in the canvas was a mystery to him, Kaine was observing on how she used those different brushes that he couldn’t describe. He wasn’t familiar with the term. He didn’t pick the art related course because it was his weakness. He just knew those simple sizes of the brush she used and those were small, small medium, medium, medium large, and large.

Weird to describe this...

But then, Kaine saw the girl’s strokes halted and spotted that they caught each other’s stare, which made him move his head away and continued his steps at a rushing pace. He tried to calm himself. He had to take a deep breath and maintained a straight face so no one would ever see his embarrassing reaction. Knowing he was well-known as “Mister Loner with straight face”, he decided to keep that title.

As soon as Kaine arrived at the laboratory, he put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it before pushing to open. He spotted his laboratory crew with the test tube on the rack where the green blood contained in it. Kaine walked to the seat and put his bag on the floor. He opened it to pull out his lab coat and wore it around him before the group started their discussion. Their group were formed into six with five members, each of their own would propose a research paper with a choice to be published or not, to be continued or ended it right there to let the other researchers continue their data, and if there was something interesting with the information. That would be the school’s decision.

“Did you see the updates?” Asked the dark chocolate haired man, which it was Lou.

“Yeah,” Kaine responded shortly, walking near to the test tube and took it off from the rack to glance at the alien blood.

“We haven’t moved, we were waiting for your instructions” said Lou.

“Alright, do they have any microscope slides?” Kaine asked as he grabbed the microscope.

“We checked the cabinet if they have some. Fortunately, they do,” the blonde haired girl with hazel eyes said, grabbing the microscope slides from the other table and carefully gave it to Kaine.

Kaine grabbed the microscope slides as the hazelnut haired girl went near him to hand him the pipette. Kaine took the two objects and placed the clean microscope slides on the table carefully so it wouldn't shatter, he used the pipette to transfer the alien blood and placed the droplet carefully at the end of the slide before smearing by using an extra clear slide. After that, he used the cover slip on the sample to stay with caution so it wouldn't trap an air of bubbles and removed the excess liquid.

The process has been completed, now the team decided to check on the microscope as they expected that they wouldn't see some cells in the blood due to the water drying up. Although by its appearance, it seemed wet and was able to spread on the slide.

Kaine placed the slide on the microscope, and he adjusted on which of the three he would be able to see clearly on the sample before he leaned forward to observe the particles in the blood. There, he spotted the cells still alive and running yet contaminated bacteria due to the combination of the ground and blood little particles. He could see the leukocytes, thrombocytes, and an unfamiliar cell that was unique from the others. That cell formed green on its blood that the plants don't have. All of the living creatures didn't have this kind of cells that would maintain its functions wet blood, although Kaine didn't know what else that blood's function in a deeper note.

Kaine wanted to know more about that blood.

Kaine mentioned what was in the green blood, his teammates were silently excited to see it, but before that, they had to wait for Kaine to finish his turn. The hazelnut haired girl opened the document, and she started to type on the floating screen as she listened to Kaine's dictation.

"Leukocytes and thrombocytes exist in this cell. Leukocyte is a cell that acts as a defender that attacks the foreign pathogens while the thrombocyte is a cell that repairs the damage of the skin, a builder role. Now for this mysterious cell is unfamiliar. This new cell doesn't exist in animals, plants, and humans or all of the non-living and living creatures. This is the first time I've seen it, no other functions that can identify but to maintain the color green of the blood." Kaine said as he stepped away from the microscope to let the others see the subject.

Lou went to the microscope to check the alien blood, and there he spotted the same thing that Kaine had mentioned. He observed deeper on the cell's movements and had a lightning function about the green cell.

"The green cell acted as the same as erythrocytes. Look, it doesn't have a nucleus. Therefore, this cell gives off oxygen while circulating the body. I notice something strange too, there's some dendrites in this cell, I think those dendrites deliver messages to the body, so maybe every time when the dendrites brush off the other dendrites from the nerve cells. Then, the information will be sent to the owner as a response to something... Mysterious." Lou explained, leaning his head back away from the microscope lens before looking at Kaine, who was thinking about his information.

"Then what could be the function of that dendrites. It doesn't have an axon and a nucleus. The nucleus is the central power of the cells." Kaine said, sighing deeply as the team decided to stay the night to analyze the blood. Although it wouldn't take too long for them to stay until midnight, they had to separate ways to arrive home and do their homework from other minor subjects.

"I'll send the notes to you later," the hazelnut haired girl said, taking off the lab coat, folding it properly, and placing it in her bag before carrying it on her back.

"I'll be expecting that." Kaine said, grabbing the key from the drawer under the laboratory table and waiting for his teammate to finish packing. Once she was done, the hazelnut haired girl walked out of the room together with Kaine.

Kaine locked the door with the key and put it in his pocket as the two of them walked down the hallways quietly.

"You're going to return the key?" The hazelnut haired girl said, looking at him for a second before glancing back at the path to where the exit was.

"Yeah." Kaine responded shortly.

"Okay." The hazelnut haired girl said with a nod once.

The hazelnut haired girl's name was Patricia. She had been with Kaine a lot during their groupings back at their minor subjects for four years. They had been seen as potential partners whenever it was by pair in their previous chemistry class without Lou. Although throughout her life, their conversation was so short. They only talked about academic topics such as assignments and discussions, which made Patricia eager to know more about him.

Patricia opened her mouth to speak, "So, Kaine."

"Yeah?" Kaine responded, activating the floating screen to check if he had a message, but no one did.

"Do you have a Valentine date?" Patricia said slowly.

"I wish." Kaine responded and took out the earphones from his bag.

"Oh, well, I don't have one too." Patricia said, trying to make a point of her side and hoping for Kaine to realize what she was saying. But on the way Kaine plugged his earphones on his ears and blasted music, Patricia found his actions disrespectful, and she felt offended that he wasn't interested in their short conversation. Her heart twisted with a stabbed knife once again, telling herself that she was used to it and keeping herself quiet most of the time to give up talking at this moment.

After returning the keys to the guard, Kaine and Patricia separated ways when they exited the campus' gate. Kaine turned to his side to continue his track while listening to the song Caribbean Blue by Enya.

Letting the moon from above linger down the streets of Ocher.

'Hush now. You don't have to be afraid, my dear. You will be safe here in my land and soon you will get what you want.'

Every steps that the six girls would take marks the sandy floor. They had their navy blue dress as their red hair flow down, taking its movement whenever they turn around the rock where the blonde haired girl was sitting.

She had her arms around her knees, keeping her blue oceanic orbs on the rocky seat and observed every feet moving to the right before she looked at her left ankle where the silver anklet with a tiny amulet of a diamond crescent moon hugged. The girls held their hands together to form a chain of circle as a change of pace from their dancing. Continuously flowing their navy blue dress from the curves of the wave, the blonde haired girl kept her pale pink lips shut. She listened to their chants that were done unknowingly whenever it was full moon, waiting for the phenomena to happen, which was the super blue moon.

The blonde haired girl sighed, disliking what she was wearing. She had her white dress on yet transparent where her breasts and every curve of her body exposed and a crown of leaves with a diamond crescent moon in the middle on her forehead. On the other hand, she didn't dislike the accessory she had, which was a matching earrings and necklace tiny leaf wrapped around the tiny crescent moon. Barefoot kept still on the rock, not touching the ground as she kept her tears in. Not wanting to fall those salty salty tears off her eyes, she had to be brave enough to stay still and get used to their practices. She couldn't even understand their words since she wasn't taught by it when she was four.

"Naghihintay ang dagat sa kanyang sinta.

Hindi niya makuhang maibalik ang kanyang sinta.

Natutulog na lang siya sa loob ng kuweba.

Umiiyak habang nananaginip ang hawak ni luna

Gusto niyang hanapin ang kanyang luna.

Ngunit hindi siya makagalaw.

Dahil sa pusong nadurusa."

The girls looked so happy, and they had their lips curve up into a smile as they changed their dance. This time, they turned around to face away from the girl. They had their eyes closed while the blonde haired girl tilted her head in confusion.

She was always confused about their dances. She had no clue what was going on, but she remembered what her mother said.

"When the girls turn around, stand on the rock and reach out for the moon, then recite this..."

The blonde girl stood up from the rock, she locked her eyes on the moon and extended her right arms up as if she was reaching for the moon, looking at it before closing her eyes to hide her blue oceanic orbs.

She opened her mouth to speak, "Ako ay babalik sayo, aking sinta. Mahintay ka lamang at hindi na ako aalis sa iyong tabi habang buhay. Ito ang aking pangako."

It was black in the vision, but when the eyes opened, there revealed a blue oceanic orbs staring straight at the crescent moon yet the horizon of the night blue ocean with her peripheral vision. Her feet on the sandy floor, silver anklet with a diamond crescent moon around her left ankle and the wind passing by her as it kissed her skin, giving her shivers. The black haired girl was wearing a navy blue triangle bra and a long gray skirt up to her ankle, matching crescent moon earrings and necklace, feeling the quiet atmosphere of the night scenario as she heard a sentence from a female voice which made her turn around.

"My dear, let yourself get rest now. You have school tomorrow." Said the short brown haired woman, her brown eyes focused on the black haired girl.

The black haired girl smiled and said, "Okay, mama."

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