#I need more switch friends anyway so ac releasing is a good excuse

[pafallende]

add me, nerds

[florenceandthemachine]

TUMBLR FUCKED UP SOME OF MY ASK POSTS I AM SO SORRY ANYWAY 

@buckleydiazs​ asked:

talk to me about eddie and chris asking buck to move in, pls and thank u 🥰

Their first unplanned night together starts off with a text message.

Ironically enough, it’s not even a message between Eddie and Buck—it’s between Buck and Maddie. Eddie is all smiles as he pulls his truck onto the highway, Buck in the passenger seat, laughing easily at some story Eddie was telling. It was nice. It was easy, easier than most of the relationships Eddie had ever had before, but that wasn’t surprising—at least, not anymore, not with Buck.

Once Buck had gotten the stick out of his ass, Eddie realized how easily the two of them would get along almost immediately. Buck was... well, he was a far better person than Eddie was, and Eddie would be the first to admit that, but Buck seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he could basically out shine the sun with one of his big toothy smiles.

Their relationship was unique, certainly; they had survived things that went beyond the real of “regular people”; tsunamis, earthquakes, bombs, and most stressful of all (weirdly enough), a lawsuit. somehow, the lawsuit was the straw that broke the back on their friendship—Eddie had finally pulled his head out of his ass, realized how miserable his life had been without Bucky, and asked him out on a proper date a week after Buck's first call back on the team.

Though they spent a lot of time together as friends, and that had only grown after their first official ‘date’, they had been carpooling out of necessity for the week—Bobby had been good enough to match their schedules up while Buck’s Jeep was in the shop—and Eddie insisted that it wasn’t too much of a detour to shuttle Buck back and forth to work.

The mood in the truck was easy and light, and Buck was still laughing when he pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping at the screen a few times—and like someone had switched on a vacuum, the good mood was sucked through the window in less than a second.

“It’s Maddie. She says Taylor Kelly is at my apartment complex. Apparently there was a pretty big drug bust in the building across the way, she has her van camped out in our lot.”

And, well, Eddie wasn’t about to tolerate that, wasn’t about to tolerate anything that made Buck unhappy, anything that could suck the joy out of him in an instant, for reasons that he chose not to dive too deep into. He focused instead on the problem (and yeah, Taylor Kelly was a problem with a capital B), and what he figured was the easiest solution.

“Oh. Well, then you’re staying at our place tonight.”

As expected, Buck started up a whole litany of protests. It was a little sad, Eddie thought, how eager Buck was to talk himself out of a good time, and if he didn’t have the backup of a year of knowing Buck as well as he did, Eddie might have actually taken his ramblings at face value.

As it was, though, he had an ace in the hole. A surefire way to get Buck to shut up and accept some good in his life. He didn’t like to play it, but he knew that he had to as soon as Buck mentioned “I’ll just stay at the firehouse tonight, it’s really no issue, I’ll order take out, and—”

“Buck, it’s fine. Chris has been begging me to invite 'his Buck’ over for dinner for a week now anyway.”

“...oh. Okay.”

Was it wrong for Eddie to use his son so easily, knowing that Buck was as wrapped around Chris’ finger to the degree that nearly rivaled himself? Probably. Could Eddie bring himself to care? Nope.

Especially not when Chris basically launched himself into Bucks arms, completely overjoyed that Buck was here for a “surprise sleepover”. 

Dinner had gone off without a hitch, with Chris easily dominating most of the conversation, rattling off facts, figures, stories from school, information about his friends, and Buck had eaten it up. 

Eddie had found himself staring at Buck—more than once—with a little bit of a dopey look on his face, he was sure, as Buck got more and more animated, making Christopher laugh, telling stories of his own, and he hadn’t even bothered to look away when Buck caught him staring.

Buck was a blusher. Eddie loved it.

Now, though, Chris had disappeared to brush his teeth and put on his pajamas, and Eddie and Buck were working in companionable quiet as they started to clean the table.

"You know, if Taylor being at my apartment means I get to spend the evening with my two favorite guys...” Buck said with a smile, closing the fridge as he leaned against it, keeping an ear out for Chris as he turned the faucet in the bathroom on. “...I’ll have to invite her over next time.”

Eddie shrugged, gesturing vaguely with a spoon, though he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he rose a brow. “Buck, you know you don’t need excuses, right? You’re allowed to like this. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am as wrapped around your finger as you are Chris’s.”

Buck was blushing again, and that was all the encouragement Eddie needed to step forward, his arms wrapping around Buck as Buck started to speak again. “You... you know the feeling is mutual, right?” he asked, and Eddie felt himself light up. “And I... don’t really want to wait for a next time to spend some time with you either.”

Buck wasn’t sure which God was on his side, but either way, he was immensely thankful that Chris didn’t barge in until long after Eddie and Buck had separated, even if they were still breathing a little heavily.

--

The next unexpected visit, it turns out, was only four weeks and three planned dates later. 

Buck had had many a sleepless night after the tsunami, but after the lawsuit, his nightmares had become even worse, more intense, more real. There were nights where he had to tell himself, ten times, that Chris was okay, that he was alive, and then there were nights like tonight, where he let the fear outweigh the guilt and he called Eddie.

(It was probably telling that he was never afraid of his own death—only Chris’. If he had a therapist, he would probably bring that up, but... well, therapy had never been a great idea for Buck before.)

To his credit, Eddie hadn’t let it ring even twice before picking up. 

“Buck, Chris is okay. He’s okay. You saved him, Buck, and I can never thank you enough for that.”

“Ed—he was right there, and I lost him, and I—”

“He is okay. Buck, seriously, he’s okay. Here, you should come over. See for yourself?”

“What? No.” Buck may have been coming out of a nightmare, but even then, he knew not to risk disturbing Eddie more than he absolutely had to.

“Buck, whatever thoughts are swirling around in that head, you better, get your admittedly very attractive ass over here right now.”

...well, he couldn’t argue with that. 

Eddie could feel his heart break when he opened the door, though, and got an armful of puffy eyed, apologetic Buck in response. They quietly made their way over to Chris’ room and then to Eddies own, where he made no short work of Buck’s apologies, kissing him soundless every time he tried.

At the end of the night, Buck wasn’t sure what had helped him sleep better—seeing Chris alive and well, or spending his night in Eddie’s arms, wrapped up tight enough that he couldn’t break free even if he tried.

Not that he would.

--

“Hi Buck!”

“Hi Christopher!” 

Buck was all smiles as he swooped in to scoop Christopher into a big bear hug, leaning over to kiss Eddie’s cheek as he let Chris back down to the ground and they started walking back to the car. “How was school, buddy?” He asked, easily going into idle listening mode as Eddie’s hand slipped into his. It was an early release day for Christopher, and he had all but demanded that they spent the afternoon hanging out together—and it was moments like these that reminded Buck about how lucky he was, swinging his hand in Eddie’s like a teenager as they walked back to the car, Chris eagerly leading the way.

Honestly, if anything, the fact that a date night for Buck was now spending a night at the museum with his boyfriend and his kid (instead of in a club, or at a bar, or doing something he probably wouldn’t remember the next day) really was a testament to his own personal growth. No drinking, no drugs, no questionable sex with questionable people in questionable locations—just a nerdy firefighter and his kid.

Dinner consisted of hot dogs and pretzels and soda, and somehow Chris was outpacing them on energy as they wandered through the exhibits. Buck never quit being amazed at just how much Chris knew—hell, Buck was an adult and he still didn’t know the difference between a Monet painting and a Manet painting—but Chris was like the little brainiac Energizer bunny, his energy only weaning after they got home and demanded Buck read him two whole stories for bedtime, and Buck was feeling selfish enough to allow himself a few moments with Chris, sleeping on his shoulder, before he tucked the boy in for the night. 

“I’m gonna get going.”

“You don’t have to, you know?”

Eddie kept his voice low as Buck slid Chris’ door shut, his arms finding their way around Buck’s waist on autopilot, easily masking the twinge of annoyance he felt when Buck had the audacity to look surprised.

“What do you mean?”

If he ever met that Abby chick, he was going to give her a piece of his mind. 

“I mean you don’t have to leave. You can stay, sweetheart. I… well, I want you to stay, but I always want you to stay, so I’m a little biased. But you can stay as long as you want, whenever you want.” 

It was better, he hoped, to be direct, because Buck obviously didn’t get the hint after so many subtle cues. Hell, Eddie had given him a key after their third official date, and all Buck had commented was how glad he was to have it, in case of emergencies. Unfortunately, the fact that Buck seemed dumber then a box of rocks didn’t seem to count as an emergency. 

His argument seemed to be well received tonight, at least, because Buck smiled shyly as he looked up to Eddie, his own arms sliding around the other males shoulders. 

“You’re sure I won’t bother you and Chris, right? You really want me to stay tonight?”

“Of course I do.” Eddie said. For the rest of your life, he managed to keep inside. 

--

“Buck, you know you’re always welcome here, right?”

“Yes, Eddie.”

“And you know we love having you here, and we generally hate it when you leave.”

“I get it, Eddie.”

“So you know—“

“Eddie, will you please let me in?”

If Buck wasn’t soaked head to toe, standing on Eddie’s doorstep, he’d probably start to think that the universe was playing a cruel joke on the both of them. It was certainly playing a cruel joke on Eddie, to be honest—they had finished a particularly grueling overnight shift just three hours ago, and he had all but begged Buck to come and get some rest at the house while Christopher was out with Carla that day, and Buck had politely but firmly refused, not wanting to trample on any of the time that he got to take for himself. It was driving Eddie crazy, to be honest—he had really thought that they had made progress on that front, that they had finally gotten to the point where Buck didn’t think he was intruding, or interrupting, or distracting, or whatever. He really had thought he had made his stance clear—that he always loved spending time with Buck, period. 

Well, he was certainly never one to back down from a challenge. 

“What even happened, Buck?”

“The pipe burst in the apartment above me. I got soaked through in the middle of a nap.” 

“Oh, Buck.”

“It’s not funny, Eddie! I was trying to be considerate!”

“Baby, I’m not laughing. I’m just very distracted by how good you look soaking wet.”

“Eddie, I swear to god—“

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“….oh. Oh!”

--

“I meant what I said, you know?”

“Hmm?”

They had gotten down to the lazy, delighted moments of the evening, standing together in the shower, Buck slotted easily into Eddies arms. They were taking advantage of the last twenty minutes they had together before Chris came home, and needless to say, neither of them were exactly jumping at the idea of wearing pants again.

“We love having you here, Chris and I. And we really do hate it when you leave because you think that you have to, or you think that you’re intruding, or you think… well, whatever else that you’re thinking.”

“Eddie…”

Buck turned in his arms, pushing his wet hair back, but Eddie smothered any chance of a self depreciating comment by pressing their lips together. He didn’t pull back until he knew Buck would be breathless, panting, and dazed, and it probably wasn’t fair to fight that way, but Eddie couldn’t handle another comment about how much of a bother Buck perceived himself.

“You’re home to me, Buck. Chris too. He loves you and he looks up to you, and you drive me crazy thinking that you could be anything but welcome in our lives. Buck, I want you to move in with us. Stay. Forever.”

There was a time and a place where Buck’s self doubt would have run rampant faced with a confession like that—hell, Buck 1.0 wouldn’t even have allowed a relationship to get that far—but somehow, looking up at Eddie, nothing could be more perfect. 

“You’re home to me too, Eddie.” He started, softly, a smile on his face. “And if you and Chris really wouldn’t mind—“

“It’s not just that we wouldn’t mind, though. It’s what we want. We want you to live with us, sweetheart.”

“… well, I’ve never been good at denying anything my Diaz boys want, have I?”

--

(Over dinner, Buck had nervously approached the topic with Chris, because no matter how sure Eddie was, Buck had to hear it for himself. 

Chris got so excited he almost threw up. 

Eddie considered everything about that night as a win—but the best part of all was the price, Buck, beautiful Buck, waiting for him in his—no, in their bed.)

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Too Far Gone

Sith!Kylo x Female Reader

Warnings: Trooper violence against reader, drinking, swearing. NSFW 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Read Chapter 3 here on AO3.

The weeks had flown by morphing into months before you knew it, Poe had risen through the ranks quickly not only impressing Leia but everyone else in Resistance High Command. His flying skill coupled with his winning personality had everyone wrapped round his little finger, you could see when he walked through the base the amount of admiring glances that were chucked his way and it made you smirk. He really had the pick of the bunch. After a fairly successful and daring supply run Poe was promoted to Commander and he named you his Captain almost immediately. Standing in the conference room around the holotable you stared at the large construct before you called the Colossus.

‘I will send Commander Dameron and the Captain to gather intel from our spy on the fuelling platform, apparently the First Order has taken interest and I want to know why.’

‘I agree, we have to find out why the First Order is sneaking around and what they want with it,’ said General Ackbar, his bulbous yellow eyes blinking slowly. Leia turned to you and Poe a twinkle in her eyes as regarded you both.

‘You’re going to like this, come with me.’ You followed her into hangar one wondering what she was going to show you. ‘These are your new rides.’

‘Whooooa!’ Poe shoved past you as his excitement got the better of him. ‘Are these modified T-65s?’ Your eyes raked over the two spaceships before you, they were painted in bright gaudy colours, both ships had their top s-foils removed and their nose cones had been replaced but they were unmistakably T-65s the older model to your T-70. You crossed your arms as you regarded the fighters.

‘The Colossus, it’s a fueling platform, protected by the Aces squadron.’ Leia nodded at your words.

‘I need you to find out how far the First Order meddling goes. And I need confirmation on why they have shown interest.’

‘Yo! General! These are amazing!’ Poe shouted loudly.

‘I should hope so Commander! They cost an absolute fortune. Don’t ruin them.’ She moved to the side as two ball droids rolled up, one was orange and white and the other was blue and red, both of them beeping a greeting. ‘You will be assigned a droid each..’

‘Dibs on BB8!’ Poe jogged towards you, his face lighting up when he saw the little droid.

‘I would have taken CB23 anyway, girl power right?’ You knelt down and nudged the droid and she produced an arm to wave at you as she beeped in agreement. ‘When do we leave?’ Leia regarded you and you realised these questions should be coming from Poe but he was too busy talking to BB8 about the racers.

‘As soon as you’re ready, when you get there the contact will make himself known to you. He’ll know who you are.’

‘So are we just expected to fly in? Are we racing? Keeping a low profile?’ Details, you needed details Poe was rubbish with details he winged every mission he was ever on but you didn’t work like that.

‘You will fly in, ask for repairs, they will take you to the right hangar and then don’t get sucked into anything just watch, recon.’

‘Recon. Right.’ She patted your arm gently.

‘I’ll leave it to you Captain, your Commander seems preoccupied.’ You sighed wearily as you watched Poe, he was like an excited child but it made you smile.

‘We’ve got our work cut out for us CB.’ The droid beeped in agreement. ‘Can you stay with BB8 and do some diagnostics on the ships? Make friends with them and things, we’ll leave soon.’ She saluted you with her little arm before rolling off squealing commands at Poe and BB8. You watched Poe jump down as he headed towards you, he draped an arm over your shoulders as you both headed back to your room.

You sat on the bed as Poe was in refresher, you were warring with yourself about whether to take your lightsaber or not, the idea of leaving it behind made you panic but the idea of taking it also made you panic. What if it was discovered? What if you were taken by the First Order? So many things could go wrong with a mission like this. The bag sat heavily on your lap as you automatically untied the knots revealing the silver hilt. You gently ran your hand over the pattern you had carved into the metal feeling the ridges with your fingertips, the ridges that felt so right when you held it, the slanted top gave it an unusual appearance. Well all lightsabers were unique to the person who wielded them but Master Luke always seemed interested in yours but he never said why, and you’d never find out now. The door opened and you slammed the cover on your bag shut as Poe came out of the refresher, but he caught your movement.

‘You thinking of taking it?’

‘I don’t know, maybe, probably not. I don’t know, ok?’ You marched your way into the refresher and pushed the door shut. You could feel the pull to your weapon in here and it was driving you crazy, it was getting louder and louder, the headaches had started as the pressure built. But you kept ignoring it, you refused to acknowledge that side of you anymore, you’d cut yourself off from the Force as much as you could. But clearly, it wasn’t enough.

You splashed water over your face before heading back out into the room, Poe had got dressed, you’d been given plain flight suits and you packed some of your own clothes to change into. You ran the mission through with Poe, he seemed quite content to let you take the lead on this so you were going to. You headed back out into the hangar, the droids already ready and waiting.

‘Did you run diagnostics? Fuelled up? Ok then, Fire it up CB!’ You jumped into the cockpit feeling excited as the engines came to life, making the frame vibrate around you.

‘Red one can you hear me?’

‘Loud and clear Black Leader.’

‘You ready?’

‘Always.’

‘Good luck you two. Don’t get caught.’ Leia’s voice sounded in your headset.

‘Have faith General! See you soon!’ You followed Poe out of the hangar racing past him once you were in the clouds.

‘Wow! This has got a kick!’ You exclaimed as the g-force pushed you back into your seat.

‘You wanna race?’ You grimaced slightly thinking you shouldn’t.

‘I don’t know, maybe we should save fuel.’

‘Worried I’m going to beat you?’ You rolled your eyes as the sound of his smirk easily came across in his voice. ‘We can refuel when we get there.’ You looked at him through the transparisteel of your canopy noting his cocky expression and you felt a surge of competitiveness.

‘Sure. Let’s race flyboy.’

‘Alright! The girl knows how to play! BB8 count us down.’

‘Get ready CB…’ you murmured and she beeped in acknowledgment. BB8 let out a shrill beep and you released the throttle as far as it would go, feeling a rush as again the g-force pressure pushed you down and back into your seat.

‘Woooooohoooooo!’ You yelled as your engines flared and you sped away from Poe.

‘BB8! How’s she doing that? Give me more buddy!’ You spiralled up into the sky breaking the atmosphere at speed and just marvelling at how the blue and white sky gave way to the deep black of space. ‘You cheated!’ You grinned at the indignation on his voice.

‘Just take the loss, we all know I’m a better pilot than you.’ You heard him mumbling under his breath through your headset and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. You looked across at him again as you both glided smoothly in the nothingness of space.

‘Beautiful isn’t it?’

‘Yeah it really is, but we should get a move on, CB prime the hyperdrive, after you Black Leader.’

‘No no, ladies first.’ Without another word the white lights of hyperspace began to glow around you before blurring into a continual stream of white flashing light. You always enjoyed travelling at lightspeed, the silence was comforting, the sound of only your breathing keeping you company.

‘Well we’ve got 5 parsecs to go, these things really klick.’ Poe’s voice came over exceptionally loud in your headset shattering the brief moment of peace you had.

‘They really do. What do you think we’ll find once we get there?’

‘I don’t know. But we can’t come away empty handed. We need evidence for the Senate.’

‘I know. The First Order are being sneaky bastards.’

‘Try not to get us pulled into any fights.’

‘Who me?? More like you flirting with the wrong girl or something, keep it in your pants this time Dameron I do not want a repeat of Tatooine!’ You heard his groan and you knew he was covering his face in shame.

‘I was drunk…’

‘That’s no excuse! Let’s just both make a promise to not hit on anyone this mission.’

‘Sure. That’s a deal.’ You sighed slightly and saw you had three parsecs to go.

‘Nearly there.’ CB whistled and you frowned. ‘What do you mean you’re detecting something?’ You listened to a series of quick beeps and whistles from her as she chatted. ‘Black leader is BB8 reading the same?’

‘Yes Red one, something big is blocking our way.’ The proximity alert started beeping and flashing on your console. You flicked some switches priming the inertial damper to lessen the jolt coming out of hyperspace.

‘Dropping out now!’ You pulled the lightspeed lever dropping the ship manually and instantly you were faced with a huge starship looming ahead. ‘What the...that’s a First Order star destroyer. CB switch everything off and deactivate so we can glide by undetected.’

‘Good plan, BB do the same.’ You looked over as Poe as you both glided side by side, the First Order ship was huge, and you held your breath hoping they wouldn’t see you. You shivered as the coldness began to seep into the cockpit. It felt like it took forever to pass by, you started counting all the lights glowing from inside to keep yourself calm. You heard Poe release a breath in your headset as you both restarted the ships and bringing the droids back online.

‘That was close.’

‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’

‘Let’s just get down there and see what’s happening.’

You were both directed to a repair hangar and you glided in slowly and landed. A large mechanism came down and gripped the wings pulling it below the platform to make room for Poe’s x-wing. The owner of the repair hangar came out to greet you, he was coming up to middle aged, his black dreadlocks tinged with grey and pulled back away from his face. He had a weathered look about him and his voice was rich and deep, he gave you directions to a bar that you could wait in while they looked over the racers. A young dark skinned girl was already casting suspicious looks at you both as she climbed onto Poe’s one and leaping into the cockpit. As you walked away, the droids trailing faithfully behind, you heard her speak.

‘Yeager, there’s nothing that needs fixing here!’

‘Just fuel them up Tam, stop being so damn nosy.’ You smirked as you heard her sigh loudly before the door shut behind you.

‘So no hitting on people? That’s the deal right, because…’

‘No. No because ! The deal sticks. End of. I don’t want to have to rescue you, shoot or punch anyone for your sorry arse.’ He gave you a mischievous smile as he saluted you.

‘Yes Captain!’ You shushed him as you spied the traditional white and black armour of a stormtrooper ahead.

‘No titles!’ You hissed. You eyed the troopers cornering a poor civilian asking for ID their blasters shoved in his face as he shrunk away from them. You and Poe dipped your heads not wanting to attract attention, Leia had paid handsomely for these fake IDs but you’d rather not put them to the test at all if possible. You both made it to the bar without incident, Poe ordered your drinks as you leant against the bar surveying the eclectic collection of alien species around you wondering who your contact could be.

‘Let’s head out onto the balcony.’ You nodded taking the drink off Poe and letting him lead you outside. The busy platform stretched out below you as it bustled with people attending the market. As you looked up into the blue sky you could see rings just hanging in the sky, they must use these for racing. You wondered what it felt like, heading for such a small space, fighting other people for position as you both dived for the same point.

The telltale screech of a TIE fighter lazily cutting through the sky had your stomach clenching in fear, knowing you were a member of the Resistance always made you hyper aware of everything First Order related. Poe rested against the rail of the balcony, he seemed so much more at ease than you and you felt jealous with how he just absorbed these new situations like they were nothing. You downed the harsh liquid, coughing as it burnt a fiery trail down your throat.

‘Gods Poe what is this?’ He shrugged as he looked at the doors behind you.

‘You needed relaxing, heads up.’ You turned around to see Yeager from the repair hangar heading towards you both, he stood next to you not really looking at you as he spoke.

‘So the First Order numbers are growing everyday, they are looking to take over the fuelling station as a tactical move,’ he spread his hands. ‘Of course I have no proof, you’d find that in Captain Doza’s office.’ Your eyes travelled to where he was pointing and you saw a tower standing proud from the rest of the platform. ‘You’ll find it at the top of Doza’s tower.’

‘He named the tower after himself?’ You asked. Yeager shrugged.

‘You’ll find it difficult to get in there.’ Poe looked at the droids as BB8 rolled towards you emitting a series of beeps.

‘BB is right, we’ll easily gain access with their help.’ Yeager nodded as he looked over you both.

‘Get in, get out, the longer you will be the more likely you’ll get caught. Go when it’s dark.’ He pushed away from the rail and you nudged Poe’s arm.

‘This mission just got far more interesting,’ you whispered.

‘Let’s finish up here and have a look around without getting caught.’ You made a motion to the droids and they both rolled to your sides.

‘I don’t have a good feeling about this,’ you murmured. Poe paused before he opened the door, his brown eyes looked at your worried expression before grabbing you in a tight hug. You breathed in the scent of his leather jacket, loving how much this simple familiar contact made you relax.

‘I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine,’ his voice rumbled quietly through his chest. ‘We’ll be fine. Let’s face it,’ he pulled you away slightly so you could see that infuriating cocky grin he always had before he landed you in a heap of shit. ‘We are pros at getting each other out of trouble.’ You shoved him away swatting him playfully on the shoulder, but nothing could shift the creeping sense of dread you had, it coiled around your insides and you couldn’t help but take it as a warning. Something was coming.

Darkness fell on the station and your breath came in short quick gasps as you hid round the corner. Your palms felt clammy as you held the blaster in your hands, there was a Trooper standing right behind you, just round the corner. All you had to do was spin and shoot. Spin and shoot. Your eyes flew to Poe and he nodded at you, ok spin and shoot. You took a step swinging yourself around the corner and shooting the trooper before he could even react. He dropped to the ground and you hid again, your chest heaving as you realised what you’d just done. Poe leaned across you to have a look round the corner.

‘Clear,’ he breathed. The rest of the corridor was empty and BB8 rolled up to the doorway and you hoped this was the right door. The door whooshed open and you all dived in the empty office closing it behind you. Poe stood by the door as you rummaged through the desk finally coming across a data pad with the First Order insignia on the back, you grabbed it and shoved it in your bag. The light on your commlink went off and you pushed the button hearing CB’s agitated squeals and beeps, your eyes widened, without much time to react you pushed some buttons on the desk. You had spied a door in the wall and to your relief it opened .

‘Get in here quick!’ You hissed. It was a tight fit especially with BB8 crushing your legs together but you managed to arrange it so you could see out of the tiny crack in the door. A cold sensation trickled down your back followed by an oppressive feeling on your mind, it was heavy causing you to sag slightly against Poe, he managed to wedge an arm around you so you didn’t make any noise as you shifted. The door opened to the office and man you supposed was Captain Doza walked in, he was flanked by two stormtroopers, and a trooper in gold armour.

‘Commander Pyre this visit is highly irregular,’ he stated angrily.

‘Have you had a look at our proposal Captain? We are getting impatient.’

‘I have had a quick look but I need to go over the finer details.’ The gold trooper shifted slightly as he listened to a transmission through his helmet.

‘It seems the Supreme Leader has got tired of waiting. He’s here.’ The colour drained out of the Captain's face and you shivered against Poe again, he tightened his arm around your waist, you could feel his concern but he couldn’t voice it.

‘Is there anything you want to say before he arrives, Captain?’ Captain Doza finally moved heading to the drawer where you had found the datapad. He scrabbled around for a few seconds. ‘Is there a problem?’ Asked Commander Pyre.

‘It’s gone, the proposal it’s missing!’

‘We will not stand for this Captain,’ the Commander's voice rolled threateningly from his helmet just as the door whooshed opened again. The cold feeling intensified clawing its way through your body as the tall figure of the Supreme Leader marched into the room.

‘Well?’ His voice spat out of his mask as he regarded everyone in the room.

‘The Captain has apparently lost the proposal.’ said Commander Pyre. You closed your eyes feeling the raw fury emitting from Kylo Ren, it battered you making you feel tender and highly aware of everything around you. The hairs on the back of your neck sent a prickly sensation down your body, goosebumps flooded your arms and you noticed your heartbeat racing as it thumped loudly in your ears. The feel of Poe’s leather jacket pressing into you and the way his arm held you, mixed with the heat of his body and the familiar smell of him all bombarded you aggressively and you could feel the heat rising in your body as your stomach churned. You needed out. The feel of Kylo Ren’s presence was immense and you couldn’t shut it out no matter how hard you tried, the cold touch of the Dark Side made you feel sick.

‘I am tired of waiting. Commander Pyre, take the Captain to the Shuttle. Take the station by force.’

‘Yes Supreme Leader.’ The two white troopers grabbed the Captain and he instantly dug his heels in but it was futile.

‘No wait...please! My daughter!’ His voice faded away as they dragged him from the room the Commander following behind. But the Supreme Leader stayed, his mask slowly looking round the room as he scanned it, your eyes widened and you held your breath hoping he didn’t sense you, hoping he wouldn’t find you, because if he did, you were both dead. With a sudden swirl of his tunic the door opened and he left.

You and Poe waited a few beats before spilling out of the wardrobe in a tangle of arms and legs, you leant on the desk your stomach roiling at how close you had been to capture.

‘We need to get out of here.’ Poe whispered as he tried to grab your attention, but the sickness was boiling up inside you. ‘Come on move!’ He wrapped an arm around your waist heaving you towards the door, BB8 already working on opening it. ‘CB get those ships in the air!’ He whispered into the commlink as he dragged you out, your legs barely working as you still reeled from the effect of Kylo Ren’s presence. Poe paused and shoved you against a wall, he looked around making sure you were both alone before grabbing your face. ‘Come back to me, I need you. I need you to help get us out of this!’ You nodded concentrating on his brown eyes as you took a deep breath. ‘You might need this.’ You looked down as he pressed the cool hilt of your lightsaber into the palm of your hand. You looked at it, not believing you were really seeing it, your fingers snapped around it and you felt a surge within you. It cleared the fog that clouded your mind giving you clarity and strength you needed.

‘Alright, let’s do this.’

‘That’s my girl,’ breathed Poe as you took the lead. You knew you had to escape the maze of corridors before you were discovered, the longer you were in this place the harder it would be to leave. The First Order would be swarming the station in minutes. Finally you spied the door you had used to come in and BB8 hurriedly opened it only to be faced with Kylo Ren. Cold dread swept through you as a platoon of troopers crammed into the small space but you were frozen as you stared into the sightless mask, the silver lines around the eye holes captivating you, holding you in place. You could hear Poe yelling as he opened fire, he was yelling at you to run, to fight to do anything but just stand there. But you couldn’t move, trapped in a prison of your own making.

Pain blossomed at the back of your legs and you fell to the floor, the prison broken as pain became your main focus, another trooper smacked you across the face with the butt of his blaster splitting your lip and spraying blood on to the white leg of the soldier. You grunted numbness spreading over your face as the welt swelled quickly. You were alone, Poe had fled with BB8 and a detachment of troopers on their tail, you hoped they made it because if they didn’t it meant the First Order was already winning.

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Undecided Chapter 7

Title: Undecided Pt 7

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behaviour.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behaviour, might be triggering. Description of a panic attack! In this part, there’s a lot of switching between scenes. I am sorry if it confuses you, but it's necessary!

Members: detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: Phrases are just add-ins to help with the storyline… If they confuse you, feel free to ask!

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

A/N: Enjoy!!

Chapter 6

•♡•

Manipulation: The skillful handling, controlling or using something or someone

•♡•

you did what you had to do to keep your parents safe.  

“I do believe you owe us an explanation Y/N,” Jimin said as all seven boys stared at the phone. You knew there was no point in lying to them, besides its not like there’s anything they can do.

“I- You might want to sit down for this,” You said as you lowered your gaze o your hands.

Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin all took their previous seats as Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi all turned to you. You took a deep breath in an effort to try and calm your nerves. Slowly lifting your gaze to stare at something other than the seven pairs of eyes that were currently focussed on you.

“I was eighteen years old when I met a boy with the name Norman. He was part of my second year Genetics class. He was really nice to me and he had everything a girl wants. You know, a kind smile, bright eyes, and a very safe atmosphere. For some or other reason he took a liking to me and that made me blind to what he really was.

We started dating around two months in and it was going great. We did everything together and that only made me fall even deeper in love with him. Norman even made an effort to get to know Lusai and soon Lusai became his little brother. Sometimes, Norman even canceled plans with me to hang around Lusai. But I never really cared because Lusai was my best friend and I trusted him.

See I was never the relationship type because boys just never saw me that way, so I didn’t know how things are supposed to go so I missed the red flag that went up every time Norman canceled on me to ‘be with Lusai’. It never even crossed my mind to ask him what they did or why he always chose Lusai over me.” You began as seven emotionless faces stared at you.

“Okay, I’m guessing this Norman guy has something to do with whatever the hell is going on here?” Yoongi said. Nodding you lifted your gaze to the ceiling as you try to recall as much detail as possible.

“So that’s how things went for three months more before he changed. He became even more distant. Instead of just canceling he just didn’t bother to even show up. I grew tired of his games, so I decided to go to Lusai to see what they were up to. I can tell you this, I was not prepared to walk into a scene straight out of a porno. There were drugs on the kitchen counter, some still on the scale, there were about seven naked people scattered across the house. And guess where I found Lusai and Norman… Both men were in the master bedroom still busy unloading into some unknown chicks’ mouth and other places, I’m not really sure exactly who was connected were, I left to fast.

Lusai was the one who followed me, but I was long gone when he exited the house. Norman even had the audacity to call me that evening. He said he would kill my parents if I were to go to the police. Of course, I didn’t listen and two days after I alerted authorities, my par-“You said as your lower lip started to tremble, but before you could end your sentence Taehyungs phone rang again.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N,” Taehyung said as he took out his phone.

“Kim?”

The entire room was a mix of emotions. No one really knew how to feel about what you were telling them. One thing was for certain, that phone call was the last thing anyone wanted.

•♡•

The human body has a few steps in the decomposition process. Death itself is fairly unknown. In general, the human body starts decomposing +/- 4 minutes after death. 24-72 hours after death the internal organs will decompose. 3-5 days after death the body will begin to swell due to gas being released from the internal bacteria. Blood will also leak from the mouth and nose. 8-10 days after death the body turns from a green color to red as the blood decomposes.

In theory, death sounds like something anyone can handle, but what the books fail to mention is the other factors that accompany death itself. The smell for one is indescribable. Many have tried to describe it, saying it smells like a heap of dead rats or some rubbish mixed with feces, but these descriptions fail to prepare anyone for the real-life smell of death.

The best way to describe the smell would be to compare it with vomit mixed with sour milk that has a dash of feces for effect, that was left out in the sun in a sealed container for a month. In short, you and almost all the boys had to take a moment before you could enter the scene you were called to.

Besides the smell from hell and the condition the body was in, the scene was fairly clean. Well, as clean as a hotel basement can be. The grandest hotel in the city, besides the one where you were staying in, to be exact. The most important question would be, how could the victim not have been found for so long? Hell, he must have been down there for a good couple of days.

The victim's identity and cause of death couldn’t be determined from what was left of him. That the victim was male was the only clue you had to who this human was. After poor Seokjin and Namjoon left with the body to start the examination of the victim, the rest of you got to work.

For some or other odd reasons, the conversation Hoseok and Jungkook had kept replaying in the back of your head. What did they mean by Seokjin’s scene and Namjoon’s scene? They couldn’t possibly be referring to this, could they?

As these questions went through your mind Taehyung came up to you.

“Y/N, we’re leaving in 20 minutes. When we get back, I want to hear the rest of that story, we all do. We want to help you and your parents, but we need the whole truth. The case can wait, family’s more important.” He said as his concerned eyes made contact with your wide ones. Nodding you made quick work on packing all the evidence and securing the boxes.

This conversation isn’t going to end well if they are who you suspect they are.

•♡•

Arriving back at the office, you all encountered a very pale Namjoon standing bend over the trash can with an even worse looking Seokjin coming from the bathroom. Being in the line of work they were, you were surprised, to say the least, that is until you look through the viewing glass into the autopsy room.

There on the table as expected was the newest victim to the case, cleaned and already cut open. But instead of decomposed organs, the victim's insides were filled with holes. The entire oesophagus and stomach had holes the size of golf balls in them. What made matters worse was the fact that the organs hadn’t decomposed normally like the rest of the organs. A crumbly white, waxy unknown substance was visible on the inside of the stomach.

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook asked concerned.

“In all my years of doing autopsies, I have never encountered anything like this. We’re fine it’s just been a while since I’ve worked with someone so decomposed as this. Just, just give us another minute or two. Can one of you just make the AC colder to stop the decomposition? And up the vacuum for the smell? Please” Seokjin said as he took another look at the victim.

“What the actual fuck. This dude’s intestines look like cheese” Jimin said in disgust.

“So, I’m never eating cheese again. Thank you Jimin” You said turning around, making a b-line for the briefing room. The rest soon followed as a few more cheese comments were made, making your decision final to stay away from it for life.

“Okay, all cheesy business aside. What the hell happened to that man on your table?” Taehyung asked turning to Seokjin the moment he entered the room.

“Well, from what I know medically, those holes were probably made by some type of acid. But that’s as far as we got before we had to be excused. The smell is worse than I remember” Seokjin said as he and Namjoon took their designated seats.

“Okay, that doesn’t really help. Anyway Y/N, we need the rest of your story so we can solve one problem before we deal with the next.” Taehyung said as he sat down.

“Hang on. Why are you so anxious to hear the rest of my story? Besides I’ve got a few questions of my own for you.” You have no idea where this sudden burst of confidence came from or why you thought confronting them with your ridiculous imaginative story was a good idea, but the way the room suddenly went dead silent was a good indication that there would be no turning back now.

“Oh? Please do continue Y/N…” Namjoon’s cold voice came from across the room.

The coldness of his voice was the only warning you got to think before you continue, yet you decided to ignore it and continue with your own interrogation.

“Who killed Daniel?” You asked as you crossed your arms.

“What do you mean who killed Daniel? We’re still working on the case Y/N, we don’t know yet.” Yoongi said sitting forward in his seat.

“Who killed Daniel? Who killed Rachel? Mae-Mae? Yeri-lee? Linda? Mary-lee? And now the latest victim on that table? WHO KILLED WHO?” you ended up shouting.

Your little burst of courage did little to pull any reaction out of the boys. In fact, they just stared at you as if you were nothing but crazy.

“Y/N? Are you okay baby? You sound like you were accusing us of the murders we are trying to solve?” Jimin said smiling at you.

Shaking your head you refused to make eye contact with any of the boys. You know what your mind was telling you, even if your heart said the opposite. You KNOW the signs of a murderer.

“No, You guys have to be the killers. What else was Jungkook and Hoseok revering to when they said Namjoon’s scene was done before Jin’s scene?” you said as your voice became frantic. These words seem to catch their attention.

In one swift movement, your arms and legs are pinned down by two sets of arms as the rest of the boys surround you. Their eyes staring holes into your soul.

“Now, what evidence do you have exactly Y/N?” Hoseok asked as he took your chin in his hands, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes.

You see that was the problem. You have absolutely no idea where this sudden outburst of yours came from. You had no evidence, just suspicions and your gut was telling you, you were right. But without evidence, your case has no ground to stand on. So, instead of answering you decided to keep quiet.

“Y/N, don’t make me use my methods to get you to talk. I would hate for you to end up broken inside and out. Now, be a good girl and tell us what evidence you have to prove we committed these crimes” Hoseok continued as he tightened his hold on you.

“I- I don’t have any. I just know it was you!” You said as his grip tightened. You know for a fact that’s going to leave a bruise.

“Well, it seems like you have a problem then,” Seokjin said. All of the boys now having smirks on their faces as they gradually came closer to you.

•♡•

“LET GO OF ME~ AAAaahh” Opening your eyes, five very concerned boys were staring at you.

No, you were not in the briefing room pinned to the chair. No, you weren’t being tortured by the boys. No, you weren’t even at the office, you were in one of the SUVs. The car wasn’t moving but it also wasn’t in the hotel garage or at the scene.

“You successfully scared the living shit out of us Y/N,” Jungkook said from his position next to you, still holding his chest.

“Okay, clearly she’s just as confused as we are based on the ‘what the fuck just happened’ expression on her face,” Jimin said, a smile taking over.

All of the boys let out a light chuckle as they finally observed your facial expression. You were pale to the bone, as you stared in confusion at the boys in front of you. Did, did you just have another elicit dream? Was none of that actually real? What?

“So, Y/N. Are you going to let us in on the dream you had? It sounded terrifying” Taehyung asked as he turned to face you. You could only stare, not even registering that he has even spoken to you. Your mind was running at a mile a minute to try and figure out what is real and what is not.

“Y/N? Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok asked, concern filling his voice. His hands reaching out to touch you, successfully making you flinch back and stare at him as if he just killed a baby puppy.

This was enough for Taehyung to give orders to Yoongi to get you home so they can have a look at you. He knew something was off and he was determined to know what. Pulling out his phone he quickly sends a message to Namjoon. If anyone would know what to do, it would be him.

•♡•

Pulling up to the hotel, you made a b-line for the elevator. You felt unsafe, your body going into complete autopilot as you frantically pushed the button to the office floor.

The boys could only watch as the elevator doors closed behind you. Having no idea what to do they reluctantly took the next elevator and prepared for a battle they knew was due to happen.

In your haste to get away from danger, you failed to realize the extent of your little show. One, the boys were beyond concerned and would probably do anything to calm you down. Two, being alone with your own thoughts right now wasn’t the best of ideas. And three, what are you going to do once these doors open?

Your mind was a mess. You didn’t know what was real and what was not, and that alone was enough to heighten your anxiety. Everything became too much as the ‘dream’ kept playing on repeat in your mind. You backed away into the corner of the elevator. Hands shooting up to your hair as a fresh wave of tears made their way down your cheeks. Your breath was shallow, your hands were shaking. Slowly you slid down the wall and curled up into a protective ball on the floor.

•♡•

There was an uncertain silence as the elevator made its way to the office. None of the boys knew what to make of what they had just witnessed. Hell, none of them even knew when you fell asleep. But that wasn’t the important part. The important part was what you had said while you were dreaming.

“Who killed Daniel? Who killed Rachel? Mae-Mae? Yeri-lee? Linda? Mary-lee? And now the latest victim on that table? WHO KILLED WHO?”

That sentence alone sounded like an accusation more than an analysis. Where you really accusing them of these murders? What evidence did you have against them? Did they slip up somewhere? If so, where?

“What just happened?” Hoseok asked. Panic evident in his voice.

“I have no idea, but it seems like our little Y/N has found something off about the cases and that must have led up to her conclusion that we are to blame. She’s not wrong, but how did she figure it out so fast?” Taehyung answered.

“We already know her secret past. So, we have ammunition if things go wrong. But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We can use this to get her on our side. You all saw those photos of Norman’s body, she could be a great allay. Even Namjoon said so.” Yoongi said from his corner in the confined space.

That seemed to relax everyone. They knew Yoongi was right. He’s always been calm and collected one out of them all. Besides, it was thanks to him that they all knew your secret in the first place. Poor Lusai never knew what hit him when Yoongi made the call. After a few words were exchanged between Lusai and Hoseok he sang like a canary. Yes, there was the problem with your parents being held hostage and all, but Yoongi had already taken care of that the very same day Lusai called you. Not that you needed to know that, not yet anyway.

All they had to do now was to calm you down. Namjoon had already told Taehyung over the phone that he would take care of you. Besides, the mind was something Namjoon was an expert in using.

A/N; Hope you liked it! I’m thinking of making the taglist permanent… thoughts?

Chapter 8 

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Chapter Reviews: January 15-19, 2019 + more stuff on RoD

Desire & Decorum Chapter 5:

Eh, it's okay. I mean, I'm glad I get to dance with Prince Hamid and hang out with Briar and the other love interests. Too bad I couldn't afford to spend some time with Prince Hamid alone, but because I won't get a clue, no huge loss. I'll do it someday, however.

Great. Lady Grandmother strikes back and, surprise, she wants me to go back to Duke Richards. I just think there must be some way to knock some sense into her. What I'm also wondering is how power politics will also play into this story, considering the fact that she talks like her hands are tied or something. After all, Duke Richards has a proper title, direct family connections to the royal family, and the influence to tip things in his favor.

The Heist: Monaco Chapter 7:

This is a fun chapter. I love the banter between Sybil and Anton. It's like they have potential to be a couple or something.

Anyway, working with Sybil was quite fun. It was thrilling to break into Ulrich's house and grab some tools as well as intel. It took me two tries to impress me, but it was worth it. Learning more about her was great as well because it allows me to feel an attachment to her. Here's hoping I can get to know the other crew members as well.

High School Story: Class Act Chapter 15:

Trevor, Clint, and Natalie are just... ugh. Clint and Natalie should stop stalking Rory and start getting a life. I never like them since they first appear. They come across as desperate for meaning in their lives by using Rory even though not everything has to revolve around him/her. It's rather pathetic. As for Trevor, he can get out of my sight because of his hostility towards me.

I'm impressed that Myra is running for president, but I'm wondering who her rival will be and how the election has to do with the theater club. Judging from Skye's horrified reaction, the rival candidate is someone hostile towards the theater club or a generally unpleasant character. My guesses are Morgan Jennings (kinda unlikely because she keeps things to herself for most of the time), Trevor (considering his hostility towards the MC), and Ace de la Cruz from the HSS app.

Regarding Class Act as a whole, it's fairly enjoyable even though the quality isn't super good. I miss my old gang in some ways, but I've learned to move on. Besides, I hate the school club formula in the trilogy because of its repetitiveness. Class Act is fine except that the theater club members except Rory, Skye, and Erin are utter jerks for not believing me in the first place. I hope the next book will be more fun.

America's Most Eligible Chapter 1:

Despite my wariness for this book, it feels so good to be back and see Bianca, Derek, Guilherme (Adam), and Tabitha (Mackenzie) again. Same goes for Jen. I'm already liking Eden for her friendliness despite her argument with Heath. The fact that I get to choose my own title was a fun addition.

Great, Ivy and Vince are back to stir up trouble. A part of me thinks making her a villain is unnecessary because of the nature of the series being a light-hearted reality show. Whatever that is, I'll see if I can get back to her.

As I've said earlier, I'm rather wary for this book because Book 1 was full of broken promises and wasted potential, and I wonder whether the next book will be like this as well.

It Lives Beneath Chapter 15:

Oh, this is intense. After the warning sign that the love interest's fates are determined in this chapter, I realize that this is the point of no return. It's a good thing I spent my diamonds on this book, particularly building up everyone's nerve scores to Tough as Nails, acquiring all collectibles, and befriending all pets. As a result, all four love interests are alive and well, and the tools they have come in handy.

Oh hi Noah! Glad to see you on our side this time. Pity it costs diamonds to recruit him, but it's worth it because I need all the help I can get to keep as many people safe as possible.

Diavolos the horse is back as undead? Creepy. It's a good thing I didn't have to spend diamonds to tame him because Imogen does it if she can still control animals. I guess I have to low-key thank the Society for her power as I keep it with Imogen through high nerve.

As for Astrid's death, I find it karmic in some ways (killing Josephine, manipulating Pine Springs into submission, to name a few), but I'm not celebrating that. After all, she still cares about her daughter and husband despite being a horrible person in general. I'm glad she and her husband have humanity in them while not getting redeemed. The same goes to Pierce and Margaret Sterling in Veil of Secrets. It also reminds me of Jocelyn Wu making more room for her schoolmates to escape in ILITW.

With that said, I have this theory that Kyle Garza and Deirdre Mallory will reappear as zombies, along with Josephine's victims since Pine Springs's founding. After seeing Diavolos as a zombie, I guess it's possible. Another theory I have is that the zombie bears and elks used to inhabit the area on the lake before its creation, though the chances of them being Josephine's first victims are high as well.

In short, awesome chapter! Can't wait for the showdown and to get my hands on the rune armor.

A Courtesan of Rome Chapter 11:

By this point, I'm admitting that I don't enjoy MC's storyline as much as Delphinia's. In fact, MC's story feels rather dragged because of the lack of resolution on playing the senators against one another. To me, the highlight is seeing Victus meet Syphax, and I'm eager to see how it all plays out when they fight.

By the way, why is there the Colosseum? Shouldn't it be on Imperial times instead of Republican times? I get that Pixelberry will take historical liberties to suit the narrative, but the presence of gladiators doesn't excuse this inaccuracy.

Anyway, let's see what the next chapter will be like.

The Elementalists Chapter 14:

No surprise that it was a birthday surprise, but at least Atlas can be properly introduced to the main group. It was a great moment with him.

As for Beckett, I'm not surprised that he's the one using the mirrors, though with good intentions even when he messed up. When he said that joining the group was the worst thing that ever happened to him, I felt really uneasy about that. Shreya nailed it when he said it. I mean, how would you feel if you find out that one of your friends say that being part of the group is a horrible moment of their life? Becca didn't say that, and neither did Victoria or any of the more acerbic love interests except Nick Peralta (Bleurgh!) I might as well switch to Griffin, Shreya, or Aster.

Nevertheless, I still spent diamonds for the premium scene with him. I replayed other books in order to get 30 diamonds, in case it will be steamy. Imagine my surprise when I realize that it costs 20 diamonds instead. Well, it was kinda sweet but also a bit of a bummer that my MC got cockblocked just as things were starting to get hot and heavy. There's always another chance for him.

Speaking of the upcoming attack on Thief championships, I'm becoming more sure that the one up to no good is Everett Merkseyer. So far, he has a unique face and dismisses the idea of incidents during Thief tryouts.

Speaking of Ride or Die, I'm becoming more wary of it. I know that there are people, particularly on Instagram, who are excited for it, but I'm not. It's bad enough that there will be no option to pick gender despite the premise giving no excuse for that. It's even worse when the trailer was released because it shows the MC planning to abandon her perfect life just to follow Logan, which comes across as stupid. Chances are that if Pixelberry continues to shove Logan on the player, I'll just play for diamonds instead. Here's hoping Mona will get enough screen time and proper development.

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Old School Assignment

I have discovered a copy of a story I wrote for a class assignment. The class was Driver’s Education which our teacher attempted to make fun by making our homework a report on a fictional road trip we would take, once we could drive.  The road trip had to take place over at least 1000 miles and we had to track distances on a map and make notes on how much the trip would cost, amount of gas, etc.

I wrote the most melodramatic (shocker, coming from me, right?) trite, piece of condescending, cringeworthy, cliched trash.  (In my very minimal defense, this was REALLY not my area of writing at the time.  In all honesty this was a good example of how I did, and for the most part, still do write.)

I present, for your entertainment (with notes on reactions to reading this by my current, adult self in italics) my Driver’s Education Road Trip Story.

Intro:  Basically, we robbed a bank.  I won't bore you with the details, because that's not what you want to hear.  Yeah, obviously.  So I will regale you with the story of the interesting part, the chase.  *facepalm*  We could have headed for Canada afterwards, we were, after all, only about 50 miles from the Canadian border.  But we were young, and obviously, desperate for adventure.

Between my partner's '00 Viper and my '97 Corvette, the choice was obvious, but then the Viper broke down and we had to take the Vette.  Ha, bait and switch with all the finesse of a sophomore.  I will describe my Corvette in detail, because it was a major part in one of the more momentous times in my life, and it's like will never be seen again.  And because part of the assignment was to specify WHICH car you were driving and I had discovered that setting was necessary, but not HOW to achieve it, so what follows is just an incredibly painful info dump.  It was Fairway Green with golden yellow metal flake.  From one angle it was golden, another, Fairway Green.  Because I have shitty, shitty taste, and want so badly to stand out as different.  It was the most gorgeous car I have seen to this day.  The interior was grey elk skin leather, softer than silk.  Not sure why this particular odd detail has been included. Also, did this option come standard from Chevrolet, or was this weird-ass interior something I needed badly enough to have installed custom?  I had dual control AC, electric passenger seats, position memory, pac, I don't know what PAC stands for.  a 12 disc CD changer, 6 speed shift , z51 performance handling and the best floormats you've ever seen.  "This detail shows how crazy and unique I am!  LULZ"  *facepalm*

Day 1:  We had everything packed and ready to go.  We got the money, a cool 10 mil, and were out of town by 9:00.  Knowing they'd guess we were headed for Canada we headed over the pass.  We couldn't stop to get anything to eat because we needed to hold our lead over the cops.  I did a double take at this random detail in the middle of this story, but I part of the assignment was to account for food costs, I can only assumed stopping the story to assure the audience that I was taking nutrition into account was motivated by this.  No car can outrun the radio, but you can hide.  *CRINGE*

The sandwiches out of the cooler were ok.  My partner made them because I was driving and I was glad I'd insisted we didn't make them ahead of time, they would have been way soggy.  Another "I am edgy and hilarious" detail.

In Seattle we bought tickets to ride the ferry at 1:00 to a town where my mom's family lives.  We used the opportunity to ditch the car for awhile and confuse the pursuit more.  So we hung out with my cousins and aunts and uncles for about 4 hours.  Then we decided we'd better go, if we were going to make it to Olympia in time to get enough sleep.  This is going to be where I explain an important detail about myself.  I suffer from Dyschronometria (The inability to tell how much time has passed) and at 16 I had not yet been diagnosed.  So my wildly inaccurate time estimates are a result of having to 100% guess how long everyday activities take.

We got to Olympia in about two hours, but there was a bit of an argument when we had to drive around for an hour looking for my sister's house.  I was accused of having planned badly.  I told my partner if she'd prefer to drive, she was welcome to it.  I was bluffing.  Not only did my partner have less idea where my sister's house was, I wasn't about to let someone else behind the wheel of my car.  Finally we got there.  Hiding the car in their garage while getting treated to dinner by my sister.  We went to bed at 9:00  I'm going to blame our going to sleep after 12 hours on the Dyschronometria.

Also, yes, we stopped to sleep over while running from the cops.  I, at 16 was not really clear on what a police chase entailed.  Like, you know, any police being involved at any point.

Here is the summary of our day, as necessitated by the assignment. Gas: 13.50 Time: 6 hours Food: Free Mileage: 270 Misc: 7 dollars for ferry Total out of Trip Fund: 20.50

Day 2: Waking at 7:00, we took an hour to leave my sister's house, then breakfast took an hour.  We finally got on the road at 9:00.  No rush, guys.

We were innocently getting deli food at a gas station just past Medford when a pair of cops waltzed in.  One nudged his partner and indicated my partner and I.  I nudged MY partner and said it was time to go.  I actually like this set of lines and use similar ones to this day.  My partner heartily agreed.  Excuse to use pretentious language.  We scooted around behind the dried snacks.  Nothing suspicious here, just two girls looking for dried fruit.  They followed us.  They cornered us against the donut stand and started asking where we were from, which car was ours, and if we'd seen who arrived in the Corvette outside.

Alaska, we told him, we drove in the VW Bug.  The Corvette?  Some hot guy who went into the bathroom.  Thirsty.  While the cops asked around, we headed out the door, my partner had the presence of mind to run back and grab our change and food.  OMG, really.  We nearly jumped into the Bug when my partner thought the cops were coming.  I like this detail.  We flipped around and headed to Medford, where we watched a 3 hour movies called Shadow Warriors.  Shameless self promotional name dropping of the sci-fi novel I was writing at the time.  By the time I am robbing banks for a living, my novel has a successful Hollywood screen adaptation.  I am still desperate enough for money to rob banks.  We got rooms to stay in and spent an hour playing Marco Polo with some cute guys in the pool.  Thirsty and not clear on grown-up hotel behavior.  Then my partner talked at my for half an hour about the movie while I was trying to sleep.  It was a good movie, but it was very annoying when my partner finished her thought and went to sleep while I was up thinking about what I had thought of it.  Bitch.  She was always doing that.  So I only got 9 hours of sleep that night.  You know, instead of the usual 12.

Gas: 16.50 Time: 7 hours Food: 20.00 Mileage: 340 Misc: 14$ for movie tickets, 5$ for snacks. Total out of Trip Fund: 55.50 +hotel= 49$ Hotel 49$ was written off to the side in the margin.  Apparently I forgot that hotels don't let you stay for free, until the re-read.

Day 3: Again it took us two hours to get on the road.  Well, the run from the cops has gotten us out of the state already, why slow this mad dash for the border?  We spend an uneventful 6 hours driving to Brentwood to my other sister's house.  We all decided to spend the rest of the day in San Francisco.  All here suggests we took my sister and her family with us.  We rode the B.A.R.T. and it took an hour.  We visited Fisherman's Wharf, where my partner and I got knocked into the water by a large seagull,  "Look, what a crazy, unexpected detail!"  the Starlight Room, which was dull with no guys, Thirsty. and a local production of Hamlet, where the actor playing Hamlet fell in my partner's lap.  Why?  He and his friend, a stagehand, as it turned out would have been great company at the Starlight Room.  Thirsty, though, weirdly, I guarantee you, I was the one who ended up with the stagehand.  After that we rode the streetcars with them.  So apparently at no point did my sister or her family exist on this trip we all took into the city.  Then we had to go back to my sister's house to sleep.  Because it had been 12 hours since we woke up.

Gas: 14.00 Time: 8 hours Food: 221$ Mileage: 275 Misc: 9 $ for subway tickets, 20$ to see Hamlet, a kiss and 100$ for the Starlight room.  This detail alarmed me when I re-read this.  Had to pay a kiss to get into the Starlight room.  Bank robbery, poor planning, and a little light whoring.  Great. Total out of Trip Fund: 364$

Day 4:  We only took an hour to get on the road the 4th day.  After being on the road for 5 hours we drove through Santa Clarita.  I will now stop the story for a misinformed treatise on the  movie industry.  Please stand by.  There will also be more shameless self promotion.  Someone, exhibiting a level of sense rarely seen these days had finally thought to have a sequel ready for release WHILE the original was in theaters.  It was a successful marketing scheme and we forked over another 14 bucks to see Shadow Warriors 2: Aftermath.  It was even better than the original, what I saw of it, anyway.  The cops showed up an hour in and everyone panicked, we lost the pursuit in the shuffle.  Everyone panicked.  Why?  Because the presence of police in a confined space has a similar effect to someone yelling "FIRE!"?  I have yet to see the end of that movie.  We made it all the way to San Diego in 1 hour and 45 minutes rather than the estimated 2 hours.  That is definitely the Dyschronometria talking.  But then our luck changed,  When you abuse your luck THAT MUCH, yes, she will turn on you.  we passed a billboard advertising the San Diego Zoo.  Among the other, more mundane creatures sat our downfalls; a capybara and a hedgehog.  This is just a weird sentence.  These are my partner's and my favorite animals, we had to stop.  We ended up seeing the entire zoo.  That was the first time I'd ever seen a capybara.  I stood and watched them for a full 10 minutes before my partner got bored and hauled me away to see the hedgehogs.  We then watched them for 10 minutes. Dyschronometria.  We saw everything, the giraffes, the birds, the reptiles, the fish, the bears and everything else.  Okay...those animals...in that order.  Yep.

On our way out the front gate we looked up and realized we were surrounded by police.  We didn't stand a chance.  They arrested us and hauled us away.  I haven't seen my partner or my Corvette since then.  I'm still not entirely sure which I miss more.  I still can't resist a Dramatic Dismount.

Gas: 15.66 Time: 7 hours Food: 20.30 Mileage: 470 Misc: 14$ for movie tickets, 20$ to get into the Zoo Total out of Trip Fund: 70.00

Total: Gas: 58.66 Time: 28 hours Food: 261.30 Mileage: 1355 miles Misc 204.00 Total out of Trip Fund 521.96

Presumably the 10 Million dollars we stole was also lost in the course of being arrested.  If we'd just driven straight to Mexico without 3 stayovers, we might have made it before the obviously completely inept police caught us.