#I’m about to start coming in a lil late on Thursdays to avoid her

[doriansbutt]

I had such a ‘this did not happen in real life this is not something normal people would say’ moment at work yesterday.

I wear a pronoun pin at work (which most people like to ignore wooo) and I recently dyed my hair green, for context. I haven’t dyed it in quite a while.

This older woman comes in every week and my god is she a talker. She always has so much to say. Every week it’s just so much cashing her out and sending her on her way. Very friendly, but wow. Yesterday, she said she liked my hair and that got her on a tangent about her granddaughter and then she starts trauma dumping about her granddaughter’s life rn.

“She and her husband are going thru a rough patch and she thought maybe she was into women and that was the problem. But she was so scared to tell me! She called me up like ‘nonna, I have something to tell you…’ and just wouldn’t say it so I said ‘was she nice? Did you know her very well beforehand?’ and she went ‘what do you mean? How did you know?’ And I didn’t know it was such a big deal, it’s not a big deal to me, it’s just a fact. Well, anyway, she and her husband are back together so that wasn’t it. But I think it’s good to try! [insert more intense trauma dumping here]. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I think it’s because you have green hair.”

She had more to say as she’s literally standing with her hand on the door, still not leaving… When she finally left, I felt like I could breathe again and was just… ‘what in the John green shit was that?’

She also called me a ‘we/they’.

[orange-waterfalls]

Just Dance for the Nintendo Wii

Yancy x gn!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Shit was so fun to write I swear. Just Dance was my childhood. I had a thing about memorizing all the dances in all the songs in all the games I got. I also didn’t actually look at the moves in the corner I just watched the dancer lmao. And when I found out other people didn’t do that I just ???it’s so much easier???? I might’ve projected onto Yancy a lil bit. It’s a fun fic! It is a fun and light-hearted fic, I promise. Couple curse words. TW mention of smoking and cigarettes. That’s about it. I think it could be seen as platonic or romantic. Reader does call him “babe” at one point but I call my friends darling and sweetie so I think it’s fine. Might be a few typos since I never read through my fics lmao. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.9k

Lunch ended and you immediately shot up out of your chair, making your way down the hall. Your friends stared after you, slightly offended you didn’t even bother saying goodbye. You would have any other day, but this was important.

You stomped your way to the warden's office, pushing past the guards who mostly just gave you confused looks. You would have made your way around them, asking them to make some room, but this was important. 

You kicked the door open and stomped up to the desk. The warden jumped and put a hand over his heart. You were not an aggressive person. Really, you weren’t. But this. This was important. This was the most important thing you ever came up with.

“Jesus, child, you ever heard of knocking?” He breathed, exasperated. He looked like he was gonna keep talking, so you slammed your hands on his desk. A few months before, he probably would have had you thrown in solitary for even walking in there. But you’re a good person, and you behave for the most part. So he raised an eyebrow and waited for you to make whatever point you wanted to make.

“Wii,” you said, simply. He blinked a couple times.

“Beg pardon?” He laughed. You were on a bit of a power trip and wanted to respond with “then beg”, but the conversation probably would have ended there. You made it this far without breaking down, you couldn’t stop now.

“I want a Wii,” you said, slowly. The warden squinted at you before chuckling a little. You glared daggers at him. Laugh at you, will he?!

“Now, kiddo, that ain’t--”

“Shut up. I don’t care. I just need you to listen.” He gave you a look and leaned back in his chair. You quieted for a moment, thinking about exactly what you were gonna say. You honestly hadn’t thought you’d make it this far.

“Go ahead, I’m a busy man,” He shook you out of your thoughts. You squared your shoulders.

“Yancy likes to dance,” you stated. You stared at each other in silence for a moment as you prepared your words in your head. He waved his hand, telling you to keep going. You cleared your throat, “Yancy likes to dance… and we don’t have access to the internet.”

“And you’re not going to.” He warned.

“Yeah, yeah, I figured…” You sighed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.” He knitted his eyebrows together in intrigue.

“Alright…” He leaned forward, arms on his desk.

“Yancy can’t keep coming up with songs and dances when he gets bored. It takes a long time, and he’s getting burned out. I think that if we had another- if we had access to prepared dances and songs, it’d be better.” You stuttered. That’s okay. As long as he was listening. “I think if we had a… a game, a dancing game. Like Just Dance on the Wii or something, then we’d be better. Happier? I mean, we’re happy, but… more-more happy. There’s never… too much… happy…” You lost yourself towards the end there. You started shaking a little as the whole situation hit you like a train. What the hell were you doing? This is a PRISON, not a middle school. Why would they want you to be happy? Oh, this was a stupid idea… no. You made it this far. Sure this was stupid, but you were NOT going to back down. Not until you got a-

“Ok.”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded. You stared at Mr. Murder-Slaughter, and he stared right back. “What’d you say?” He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. You fought the urge to book it and stood your ground. You puffed up your chest a little to look intimidating. From the smirk he got on his face, it wasn’t working.

“I said, ok.” Your shoulders dropped and you let out a shaky breath.

“Really? I mean… really?” 

“Sure, why not. Boosts morale, stops people from wanting to escape.” He shrugged. You stood there, mouth agape, probably looking like a moron.

“Thanks.” You murmured. He smiled at you, and you smiled right back. He took your shoulders and spun you around towards the door.

“Yeah, yeah, now get outta here! You’ve got dishes to do!” He pushed you out, and you gave him one last smile before running down to the kitchen. He watched you trip over your own feet and shook his head. You ran past a guard, who heard the noise and got confused.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Fuck around and find out!”

---

You startled awake to the sound of talking coming from outside your cell. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, not seeing your cellmate. You sighed and managed to lift yourself up out of the bed. You stretched and heard your back crack in several places. That sounded… worrying to say the least, but you had other things on your mind. For example: where was everyone?

You made your way through the prison, eventually ending up in the common room where everyone was talking over each other excitedly. 

“Sorry, forgot to set the alarm!” A guard apologized. You nodded at him. You turned and saw Tiny and slid over next to her.

“What’re we doing? Is it Thursday already?” You whispered.

“Nah, warden bought a game system,” she answered. You stared at her, mouth open slightly. “Keep staring at me we’re gonna fight.”

“Uh, sorry.” You blinked and looked forward, standing on the tips of your toes to try and get a better look. “What gaming system?”

“A Wii. Warden said we each get 30 minutes per week.” She explained. She then waited for you to respond. You didn’t.

“Dude, you alright?” She gently reached out and shook your arm.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m good.” You mumbled. “He buy any games yet?”

“Uhhhhh Super Mario Bros, Kirby’s Epic Yarn, Animal Crossing, Smash…”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm, as he should.”

“I think those Wii Sports games…”

“Just Dance?”

“Don’t know. Said to talk to him if there’s a game you want.” You nodded and gave her a small fistbump before walking over to the warden, who stood away from the group. You leaned over and saw BamBam and Sparkles in a heated game of Smash Bros. You stood next to the warden and watched.

“So, you actually listened to my request?” You looked up at him in slight disbelief.

“Course I did. Why not? Like I said, boosts morale.” He smiled. You nodded and you both looked forward again.

“How much was it?” You inquired.

“$100 on eBay.”

“Deadass?!”

“Absolutely. Great condition, too. Been used before, but not necessarily broken.”

“Come with the games?” “Some. Had to tell the guy I was buying it for my foster kids for him to give them to me. Them along with the Wii is what made it $100.” He explained

“So, we’re your kids now?” You snickered.

He only answered with a hum. You looked at him, blinking rapidly. 

“What?” He said in a defensive tone.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You waved him off. He crossed his arms in a huff but dropped it.

“Buy Just Dance?”

“In the back. Saving it for when Yancy shows up.”

“Shows up? He’s not here?” “No. He went to the yard when everyone gathered here.” You hummed and looked down, thinking.

Why did Yancy leave? Did he not care about it? Did he not want to play? That would complicate things a little…

“Instead of speculating, why don’t you go ask him?” He scoffed. You looked at the warden, scandalized.

“You’re an easy person to read, child.” He set a hand on your shoulder. “He might be out in the yard.” You sighed and walked away from the cheering crowd as BamBam pumped his fists triumphantly and Sparkles fell to his knees.

---

You opened the door to the yard, peeking out to see if anyone was there. Lo and behold, there he was, Yancy, sitting on the grass having a smoke. You walked over to where he was and plopped down next to him. He jumped a little, but breathed harshly once he saw it was you.

“Whatcha doin’ out here?” You queried, softly.

“Hm.” He grunted in response.

“Everyone’s inside… having some fun…”

“Hm…”

“I think Jimmy might play Animal Crossing…”

“Hm.”

“Yancy, what’s wrong?” You sighed and turned your body towards him a little.

“Nothin’, nothin’s wrong.” He lied. “C’mon, man, we both know that’s a lie.” You tilted your head to look at him. He avoided your eyes.

“Yancy.” You said sternly. He faltered a little hearing your concern. He glanced at you. Your eyes softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Is just… I never really gots to play games when I was young… and… I dunno… don’t know… how to...” He mumbled. You nodded in understanding, shifting until your shoulders were touching his. You stared at the fence while Yancy kept smoking. You tried not to cough when he exhaled his smoke, but you couldn’t help it. He looked at you apologetically before putting the cigarette out on the grass. You both sat there for a little, enjoying each other’s company. 

“So…” you breathed out after a little while. He turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “You’re upset because you don’t know how to play the games?”

“‘N I’ll look stupid while playing ‘em, yeah.” He finished with a scoff. A smile grew on your face.

“I know a game that’ll be really easy for you…” you sang. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“...what is it?” He hesitated. You bit your lip to keep from giggling as he looked at you worriedly.

---

“Wait, so… the hell is Just Dance?” Yancy scratched his head as you led him back to the common room. It was late, and everybody else was back in their cells. You convinced a guard to let you out by pretending you were gonna cry.

“It’s a game where you dance,” You said in a condescending tone. “Come on, Yance, use deductive reasoning.”

“I’on even know what that means,” He argued playfully. You brought him to the small TV, handing him a remote as you turned it on.

“It just… There are songs with dances prepared, and you have to do the dances as you see them on screen. Got it?” You looked up at Yancy, who was busy staring at the glowing screen of the tv. It was on the Wii home menu, so there wasn’t much to see. However, to Yancy, it was one of the coolest things he’d ever seen.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wassat?” He pointed at the screen and jumped a bit when he saw the cursor move as he moved the remote. He shifted it over until it was on the Mii Channel.

“Uh… that’s the place where you can make a little avatar of yourself. It works on some of the games, but not Just Dance.” You explained. “...you wanna make a Mii?” He pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes and stood up, bringing your Player One cursor on the screen and clicking the channel. 

You told Yancy the mechanics, how to change everything, and what to do once he was done. You made your own Mii, explaining everything along the way, and told him to make his once you were done. Yancy, being the creative boy he is, spent half an hour on his Mii, trying to get everything perfect. You just stood next to him, trying not to yawn. Like I said, it was late. Eventually, he finished and you both got to see your Mii’s next to each other, along with some other people’s. He kept dragging his over next to you, trying to force them to interact. He got very upset when you told him they couldn’t hug or anything. He let you exit out of the channel and go into Just Dance. 

“Any particular song?” You scrolled through the songs, letting them play for a couple seconds so he could know what each was like. 

“Stop!” He called. “Go back.” You scrolled back to the last song you let play.

“Britney Spears? Serious?” You teased. It was all in good fun, you loved her too. Who wouldn’t?

He grumbled a little to himself. It sounded a little like “not my fault her songs bop”. You breathed out a chuckle and clicked the song, whisper-singing the lyrics as you did.

“My loneliness is killin’ me… Blue, green, orange, or pink?” You asked. After not getting an answer, you looked at Yancy to see the problem. He was frowning at the screen. “Yance?”

“Why’re they all girls?”

“Because it’s a traditionally girl-ish song.”

“I’m not a girl.”

“I know you’re not. Just pick a color.”

“Why are they cheerleaders?”

“Because they can be. Yancy, pick a color.”

“But why-”

“Yancy I swear to God pick a fucking color.” He hummed and then picked blue. You picked green.

You got into the same stance as the girl on the screen, and Yancy copied you. The music started up, and you started dancing. Yancy seemed a bit startled as he hurried to copy you. He wheezed out a little laugh, flailing his arms a little, trying to figure out what move you were on. You bit your lip to not laugh at him. You both kept going, and Yancy eventually got into the rhythm. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and you stared for a moment, not believing how adorable he was. Then you remembered that there was a winner in this game so you shook your head and kept dancing. 

Eventually the song ended, and you both breathed a little harder than normal. You looked at your scores, and found that you'd won. You clapped your hands and cheered. Yancy crossed his arms.

"Whatever, this is my first time!" He scoffed. But you could see the smile on his face. You stretched your arms and yawned, turning the Wii off and leaving the remote.

"Welp, we should get back--" you turned to head towards your cell.

"No!" Yancy stood in front of you. You tried to go around him, but he kept blocking your way. He grabbed your shoulders and held you in place.

"I want a rematch."

"Yancy, it's late…" you whined.

"Just one more! Please?" He pleaded. He, again, gave you those puppy dog eyes you could never say no to. You sighed loudly, grabbing the remote again and turning the Wii back on.

"I don't understand why you can't do this yourself…" you mumbled, clicking on Just Dance again.

"I… like spending time with you," he said softly. You squinted at him.

"You'd feel awkward dancing alone, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Fine."

"Ooh! Let's do--"

"Nah, nah, nah. You're keeping me up. I get to pick the song."

"...'This is Halloween'?"

"Bet your ass."

"But that--"

"Shut it, Yancy, I'll leave."

"Okay! Sorry… 

"..."

"...can I be the pumpkin?"

"Of course you can be the pumpkin, babe."

---

You woke up really tired in the morning. You didn't know when you got back to bed, but the guard that let you out was asleep by the door when you arrived. You didn't even consider escaping, you were so tired. You just entered the cell and shut the door behind you.

In the morning, you got up and dragged yourself into the common room again. Everyone was playing the Wii again. You rubbed your eyes and stood next to Tiny.

"Fuck happened to you?" She scoffed.

"Yancy happened…" you yawned

"Ah. Long night, huh?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Ye-no. Wait, what? No, gross. We played Just Dance."

"Oh, was it fun?"

"For the first couple. The rest I was way too tired to be happy about…"

"Aw, did wittle baby need theiw nap?" She teased.

"I'm not wi-little! I'm not-I'm not little! Shut up!" You complained as she laughed.

"Well, Jimmy played Wii tennis against a guard. Now he's playing the warden."

"Seriously? Oh my God."

"He's currently the reigning champion."

"Who's going against him next?" You hear a thud, like someone fell.

"Got-dang it!" Mr. Murder-Slaughter yelled.

“That’d be me,” She patted you on the back before walking up next to Jimmy. Mr. Murder-Slaughter passed her as she walked, limping. He stood by you.

“You seem to be having fun.” You teased.

“Ah, shut it…” He growled and rubbed his arm. “How’s Yancy?” 

“He’s good. He likes the game a lot.” You explained.

“I’d hope so, otherwise there was no reason to buy this thing.” He scoffed.

“Eh… I dunno about that…” You listened to Tiny laugh loudly from where she stood in front and smiled. You turned your head a little and saw Yancy leaning against the opposite wall. You caught each other’s eyes. He nodded his head to the Wii. You shrugged and walked up. He did the same. 

Once Tiny and Jimmy were done with their match, Jimmy keeping his title as champion, you and Yancy walked up to the wii, taking the remotes and clicking Just Dance. 

“What song should we do?” You scrolled through the list.

“Avril Lavigne!” Someone yelled from the back of the room. You had a sneaking suspicion of who it was, but kept it to yourself. 

“Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne it is!” You clicked the song.

“Uh… I don’t know this song, bud,” He whispered to you. You clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh you’re gonna love it.”

“I’m not sure I like that look.”

“Calm down, it’ll be great.”

“Okay… can i be the punk girl?”

“I wanna be the punk girl…”

Cue the puppy eyes…

“...fine, you can be the punk girl.”

[hellshiremisfits]

The Ballad of Sorrow Creek ~ Chapter 3

(Warnings: Drugs, Mention of drug abuse, Canon Typical violence, mild disassociation)

There are several ways to add insult to injury.

Having a bloody marshal waiting for one in one's room for no discernible reason is injury. The insult is having said marshal be the weird guy from church.

Caleb frowned, leaning against the door frame as the man rose from a chair by the window.

"You must have been having a busy morning, Mr. Quinn," the marshal greeted, and Caleb sneered.

"What d'ye want?"

"Talk."

"About?" Caleb asked, hand resting on his revolver. Something about this man was unsettling, and it wasn't just that he was a marshal.

"A friend asked me to warn you. He fears for your life." The marshal eyed the revolver wearily, before seeking Caleb's gaze. Caleb smirked.

"Y'know, you..."

"Wouldn't be the first marshal you've killed?" the marshal nodded. "I'm aware."

"Is that why yer here? Justice for a fallen brethren? He got in our way and..."

The man raised a hand. "Are you willing to hear me out?"

Another frown. Caleb still wasn't feeling too well, and now he was frankly getting annoyed. "Name a good reason."

The marshal eyed him for a moment as if waiting for something. Then he licked his lips in thought. "Henry Bayshore," he said dryly, and Caleb's hand was on his gun immediately.

He didn't get to shoot. He didn't even know if he'd drawn his revolver. Everything went black before that.

Caleb didn't know how much time had passed when he came to again. Only thing he was fairly certain of was that he was fucking angry. Correction: that was one of two things he was fairly certain of. The other was that he was neatly tied to his own bed.

"Sorry, Quinn," someone said. Miss Josie. She was sitting in the chair next to the bed, knitting as if all was normal. "I trust Marshal Jacobs 'ere wi' his message more than I trust ye wi' yer temper."

Caleb gave her a look of pure outrage at such betrayal, but Miss Josie just twirled a needle menacingly. "Now will ye 'ear the marshal out?" she asked cooly, watching Caleb struggle against his bonds.

With a growl that faded into a groan Caleb finally nodded, glaring over at the marshal. "Spit it out."

The marshal nodded, calmly rolling a cigarette. "My name is Dan Jacobs. I'm a US Marshal over in Lander County..."

"That's in Nevada, innit?" Caleb interrupted. "Yer quite some way from home, Marshal."

Marshal Jacobs nodded. "I got business in Lincoln. And about a week ago I received a message from a friend of mine. Ethan Murdock."

"Never heard that name," Caleb snarled.

"But he has heard of you, Mr. Quinn."

"He and dozens of others. What's yer point?"

"He's worried for your life, Mr. Quinn."

A long, annoyed growl followed, and Caleb rolled his eyes, tugging on the bounds again. "That's all nice an' fuckin' dandy, but..."

"Will you hear me out, Mr. Quinn?"

Caleb glared, but nodded. Miss Josie's needle twirling while her eyes were fixed on his crotch might or might not have had a part in that decision.

"Five years ago I met Ethan Murdock," Marshal Jacobs said. "Not on a friendly basis, though. He had broken into one of Bayshore's offices."

This got Caleb's eyes to sparkle. "I think I'm starting to like this Mr. Murdock." He grinned a toothy grin.

"Oh, you'd get along well. He's a reporter on his own terms, and after his arrest Ethan confidentially told me of evidence of severe foul-play in some of Bayshore's recent business activities. Ethan was determined to bring Bayshore down. I wrote it off as a mad whim, if not vile jealousy or plain slander, but then someone made an attempt on Ethan's life, and his rooms and office were ransacked."

Another nod, this one much more stoically. Caleb was listening intently.

"I don't think it will surprise you that these incidents destroyed the evidence Ethan had. Most of them; otherwise, I would not have believed him at all."

"Take it there wasn't enough left, however?"

The marshal shook his head. "The charges concerning the break-in were dropped. Much to Ethan's dismay, however."

"I get him. Bayshore's been up to something an' arranged for that," Caleb gave an angry twist to his mouth.

"Ethan thought so too. He was forced to keep things low-key from then on, and... and I think this will interest you most; he found out about the planned acquisition of Hellshire just a little too late to inform you. This is why Ethan's so eager to protect you, now that you are back."

Caleb simply groaned and rolled his eyes again. "So, what exactly does this Mr Murdock want to protect me from? Bayshore's dead."

"You've been informed his body was never recovered from Hellshire?" Marshal Jacobs gave Caleb a scrutinizing look. "You have. Look, Ethan thinks Bayshore's gone for good, and so do I. But he had children who are just as bad as he was. And Ethan suspects that Bayshore's successor will want to settle some things."

"Tsk," Caleb shook his head. "I appreciate the concern, but I can very well look after meself."

The marshal and Miss Josie exchanged meaningful glances, and Miss Josie looked coldly at Caleb.

"Tell me what time it is, Quinn."

"...what? Noon, or something..."

"It's quarter past midnight, Quinn," Miss Josie said, picking up a different ball of yarn.

"Quarter past... Oh fuck you." With an exhausted groan Caleb sank deeper into the pillows.

"Look, Quinn, we both know ye would have shot the marshal wi'out second thought. Can't have that, what wi' him bein' here to save yer arse. So when the lass told me ye was all dizzy an' dozy, I put a lil' somethin' in yer coffee. Would have put it in yer whiskey if not fer that."

"And threw out the whole bloody bottle afterwards?" Caleb quirked a brow.

"Desperate times, desperate measures, Quinn. Would have put it on yer tab."

"How are we friends again?" Caleb groaned, "Heh, didn't ya just say I'd have shot him without second thought? What would ya've done if I hadn't keeled over jus' in time?"

"Oh, there been 'nough in that coffee to knock a normal man out before he'd reach them stairs. So I figured ye'd be out cold around the time ye reach fer yer iron." Josie puffed her chest proudly. "An' I been standing behind ye, just in case."

She grinned and Caleb grimaced, muttering several curses. Then he glared at the marshal again. "So, what does this Murdock think will happen?"

"He suspects they'll put Kelly on your trail. He's still alive and still has his gang. And got quite a bone to pick with you."

"The feeling is mutual, y'know," Caleb squirmed a little. "Look, the warning is appreciated, but I can look after meself, unless someone turns out to be some backstabbin' old hen."

Miss Josie smiled cockily. "Can a lass quell yer wrath by cookin' yer favourite later?"

Caleb pondered this. "If ya swear it's not poisoned."

"Swear it on yer cock," Miss Josie singsonged, making Caleb avoid the marshal's surprised gaze, before clearing his throat.

"Aye, that will do." He looked back at the marshal. "Tell me, Marshal, yer a man of the law, what can ya tell me 'bout Kelly's whereabouts?"

Marshal Jacobs licked his lips. "I thought you'd never ask. Last time anyone heard from Mason Kelly and his gang was little more'n a month ago, at the border to California."

"Heh. If Kelly's got any bit o' sense in his head he made off to Canada or Mexico as soon as he heard I'm back."

Miss Josie smiled knowingly at Caleb. "So when do ye expect him to show his face in Glenvale?"

"'Bout next Thursday."

The marshal chuckled at that and rose. And then his face hardened. "Do be careful, Mr. Quinn. It's only our guess at what will be done, but Ethan and I, we're fairly certain that it will be done."

Caleb exhaled in defeat. "Tell Mr. Murdock I'll heed his warning."

A nod. "I will. Good Night, Mr. Quinn." Another nod, this time at Miss Josie. "Miss Josie."

Moments ticked past after the marshal left.

"So," Caleb drawled. "Are ya going to untie me now? Me shoulders are getting sore."

Miss Josie smiled, put her knitting to the side and leaned over to undo the knots. Caleb sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists.

"What, no quips 'bout 'enjoying the view a bit longer'?" he teased, but his face quickly fell upon seeing Miss Josie looking so distressed. "C'mon, Josie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"'Nothing' me fine Irish arse," he muttered. "The Josie McKee I know would've told anyone with such a yarn to go to Hell."

Miss Josie smiled a strained smile. "I almost did, Quinn. But..." She sighed.

"But?"

"Ye wanna know the truth? I'm worried fer ya." Miss Josie shook her head. "An' I don't mean in any 'Ye cannot watch yer own back all the time' thing." Slowly, and so carefully it made Caleb worry, Miss Josie sat down on the edge of the bed. "Listen, Quinn. Ye knows I come in here when ye sleep to see 'bout yer light," she nodded at the candle on the nightstand. "Ye almost burned down me establishment already."

Caleb blew a raspberry. "That was one time."

"Aye. But it's all I got. Me girls too."

"An' it's not even yours."

"Oh, tut." Miss Josie whacked her finger, "I'm keepin' an eye on it and I'm running it. At least till Newport shows his arse in Glenvale again, thank you very much."

This was greeted with an amused huff. "One of these days I'll figure where ya buried him."

"I didn't bury him." Miss Josie took a deep, sorrowful breath, and sought Caleb's eyes. "All joking aside, I'm really worried fer ya." She reached up to tug a strand of hair behind Caleb's ear, gently rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone. Caleb held his breath. There was maybe just one other thing Miss Josie could do to hammer home how dire she deemed the situation.

"Caleb." There it was. "Ye've been crying." Miss Josie shook her head. "I've never seen ye like that, but it scared me. An' ye wouldn't wake up when I tried. Are ye alright?"

Caleb squirmed a little, edging away from Josie. "Am fine," he mumbled. Miss Josie didn't buy it.

"Look at me," she said gently, caressing his cheek again. "I've known ye fer me whole life. I've seen yer best and worst. An' right now I see yer scared out o' yer wits."

Snapping his jaw back into place and biting his lip, Caleb looked away. He wasn't someone to let others on to what he was feeling (unless it was rage), but Miss Josie had always been one of the few people to see right through him. And she was right.

"How d'ya do that, Josie?" he murmured, still not looking at her.

"Known ye me whole life, just said so."

Caleb smiled halfheartedly. "Nightmares, that's all..." Again, Josie didn't buy it. For a moment, Caleb tried to stare her down, without any success. He sighed, looking away. "Ya know them nightmares where ya get so scared ya wake up cryin' only to realize how fuckin' silly yer brain's being? This wasn't one o' those."

Miss Josie shuffled a little closer, laying a gentle hand on his thigh.

"'Twas...," Caleb continued, struggling with finding the right words. "''Twas like I was remembering things, but that don't make sense."

"If ye want to talk 'bout it, I'm here."

Slowly, Caleb let himself fall back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling for a while.

"I was in this... something. Looked Japanese... And there was this lass. Black, weird clothing, like she was runnin' round in her bloomers..." Caleb ran a hand through his hair. "She was scared of me. And... I dunno, I think I tried to tell her I knows who she is. No... I did tell her. But... it was to calm her down, not to... She was so scared. And then there was this... thing...," he wriggled his fingers, "Like some fucking spider the size o' a house. An' it was angry. Like furious. At me. For... I think not killing that woman. I told it to go fuck itself, an'... how I knew what it did to me?"

Miss Josie gave his leg a gentle squeeze.

"Don't make much sense, does it?" Caleb said, forlorn. "But I feel like it happened. And then... something grabbed me, choked me, an'... things crawled under me clothes and...skin... and..." he absentmindedly reached into his shirt, tracing fingers over the new scars. "Then something went right through me chest... this thing's claw or somethin'. An' I knew I was in for something worse than death... but..."

"But?"

"Then this girl picked up me gun... Ya could see she never even held one... I think she wanted to help..."

"What happened?"

Caleb smiled wryly. "Put the spear right through me heart, she did." He patted his chest. "Last thing I heard was her shouting she's sorry, and there was this screech of betrayal and... I just wanted to be back home..."

Caleb bit back a sob, rubbing his arm over his eyes. Miss Josie gently pulled him into a hug and caressed his back while he buried his face against her neck. They sat like that for a while, until Caleb pulled back, taking a ragged, heavy breath.

"Look at me, soakin' yer dress crying me bloody eyes out. What would people think o' me?"

"That ye'd shoot their guts out if they go makin' a funny comment 'bout it."

Caleb gave a sniffling laugh, rubbing his eyes again.

"Prolly would. But... I'm not jokin'. That shite was fuckin' frightening." He pulled up his good leg, resting his head on the knee. "Josie?"

"Hmm?"

"D'ye think that's what happened when I was gone?"

"It doesn't sound real, does it?"

"...No... but..."

"Hey," Josie reached up to Caleb's cheek again, lifting his head to look at her. "All I know is ye was gone fer two years as if the earth opened up and swallowed ye whole. And then ye showed up just as suddenly. I think a lotta things are possible here."

Caleb nodded quietly, falling back into the pillows.

"Will ye let that keep ye down?" Josie smirked and got up.

"Heh, naw. It came fuckin' close, though." Caleb smiled softly, scratching his chest. "I'll need some time to wrap me head 'round it."

Josie nodded gently. "I think ye should try an' rest proper."

Caleb nodded back. "Guess so..." Then he remembered something. "Did any messages come in while I was out?"

"Oh. Aye." Josie took a small envelope from the nightstand and handed it over. "Aaron brought in a telegram fer ye."

With a suspicious glare Caleb inspected the envelope. Good, at least he could still trust Josie not to read his things. He tore the message open, reading.

"Well then," he finally murmured, scratching his head.

"Somethin' amiss, Quinn?"

Caleb looked up. "Nothin'. Just asked an old acquaintance for advice on something."

"Anything I should be worried 'bout?"

"Naw. But I'll be headin' to Omaha in a couple o' days. He wants t' meet with me."

"Yer back to yer ol' tricks, ain't ye?"

Caleb smirked wickedly. "Ya know best it's a good idea t' keep me busy."

Josie smiled back, nudged his shoulder and bid him goodnight.

Caleb turned the message over in his hands, pondering. To say that there was a lot on his mind was putting things mildly. He had planned to not tell anyone about that nightmare, but all things considered he felt... relieved? That Josie had known something was wrong. He knew he would have despised anyone else seeing him cry. But God knows it did frighten him, as nonsensical as that dream had been.

Nevertheless, his hand wandered under his shirt again, tracing the scars. It was impossible to have happened, wasn't it? He'd remember more of... anything that happened in the past two years if that had been the case, right?

He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the far corner, half expecting this thing from his nightmare to manifest from the shadows. It wasn't the relief he might have hoped for when it didn't.

All things considered, he'd have to wait and see about this matter. He focused on the message in his hand again.

Blayne wrote he'd meet Caleb in Omaha to tell him about this Mr. Wallace. And Caleb wondered if he hadn't bitten off more than he could chew.

Downstairs, the saloon was packed.

Miss Josie stood on the gallery, surveying the crowd below as per usual. She always had good judgment when it came to people, and at this hour of the night, being able to pick out the troublemakers was essential.

And tonight there were a few new faces she couldn't say she liked. Something about them set her on edge.

There was this guy in the dark poncho by the piano who tried a little too hard not to let anyone notice that his eyes were continuously flicking over the doors upstairs. And it wasn't 'cause he was deciding whether or not to get it on with one of the girls; Josie was certain about that.

Josie also felt someone's eyes on her the whole time she was in the main room, but couldn't spot the person looking at her. Which was worrisome.

"What's eating ya, Miss Josie?" someone asked next to her, and Miss Josie turned.

"Hey, Charlie. Funny seein' ye here."

"Wanna keep the one eye I got on Quinn, y'know," Charlie grinned, flipping a finger against his eye-patch after adjusting his clothes proper.

"Ye been in the wrong room fer that," Miss Josie grinned. "He's well. Hopefully sleepin' now."

Charlie nodded. "He's got that creepy aura 'round him since he's back."

Josie nodded. Charlie was one of those 'spiritualists', and sometimes he said things that made Miss Josie wonder if he wasn't on to something with all that.

"Don't he always have a 'creepy aura' 'round him?" Miss Josie quipped, and Charlie smiled.

"That's on account o' the things he does. No, I mean... he's got the devil on his back more than ever, it feels like."

"Yer gonna put down yer tarot cards fer him?"

"Not without his permission. Y'know it won't work well if he's not alright with it." Charlie gave Miss Josie a scrutinizing glance.

"What?"

"You're really worried 'bout something, Miss Josie."

Josie just wrinkled her nose. "Oh, take an inspired guess. Yer right, something's off with Quinn. But does that surprise ye? He's been gone fer two bloody years, an' now he shows up an' has no mem'ries of it whatsoever."

A nod. "Y'know how some folks say he jus' buggered off to New York or San Francisco for morphine or opium or something? Wonder what they'd be sayin' now."

"You go and ask 'em, Charlie; ye shoot three of 'em."

"Eh, don't think they'll be talkin' to me after that..."

Josie chuckled, and turned her attention to the crowd below again.

"Charlie?" she hushed.

"Hmm?"

"I need ye to keep yer eye on that bloke in the dark poncho by the piano."

"What he do?"

Josie explained, and Charlie furrowed his brows.

"Think he's after Quinn?"

"Would it surprise ye?" Josie drummed her fingers on the banister. "How many people got a bone t'pick with'im?"

"Enough to empty a fuckin' graveyard. Alright, I'll stay on his heels."

Nodding in thanks, Josie headed down to the bar. The night was still young.

Upstairs, Caleb tossed and turned in his bed, trying to get comfortable in at least the slightest bit and failing miserably. Maybe it was remembering that nightmare and trying to make sense of it; maybe it was something different, but something had set him on edge. Rather groggily he hobbled out of bed, checked the door and the windows, and finally reached for his revolver. Still loaded, all good to go.

With the weapon placed on the nightstand, Caleb laid back down, blowing out the candles. He had to focus on something else. Anything. His mind was a mess, and whatever Josie had put in his coffee still lingered in his system.

Yet he tried in vain. There wasn't much to think about when it came to this Mr. Wallace. He could always ask at the Post Office; maybe he should have done that to begin with. Did they have a marshal in Glenvale again? He had somehow managed not to check for it this entire time. If they had, maybe he could ask there, too, before heading to Omaha.

Though, maybe he shouldn't do any of that. Emmett Blayne wasn't a man of many words, and when someone like that asks you to meet him to discuss a matter, something's deeply amiss.

The other problem was Marshal Jacobs' warning, though that was the smaller one. If someone wanted to pick a bone with him, Caleb would be ready. Bayshore and his ilk weren't as clever as they thought, so there was a likely advantage. At least that problem was going somewhere.

With an annoyed grunt, Caleb turned over again, wincing briefly as pain shot up his leg. He's really ought to stop it with the sudden movements in bed. He grunted again and closed his eyes, nagging himself to get some sleep.

That was when he felt the cold breeze against his cheek and heard a window rattle.

His eyes shot open and he found himself outside an odd building, snow falling around him.

Caleb blinked, once, twice, before rubbing his eyes. He looked down at himself. He was fully dressed, his overcoat heavy with snow and the Redeemer in his hands. This was a dream, wasn't it? Sure, he could feel the breeze against his skin and the cold biting into his lungs with every breath, but ... This had to be a dream. Well, at least he had fallen asleep.

He looked around. And his brows furrowed.

He was standing at the open doors to a building unlike any he had ever seen before. Next to him stood some massive metal boxes he figured were meant for trash, at least if he interpreted the odd bags next to them correctly. Something in him wanted to investigate the material, but something else, something stronger, urged him on to do what he came here for.

No. Not 'came' here for. Was brought here for.

He stepped into the building, an unreal, flickering light illuminating narrow, tiled corridors, crammed with unadorned beds and wheelchairs. Was this some odd kind of hospital? He bent down to pick up something from the ground. A folder. Seems his hunch was right, this was a hospital, but...

His eyes fell on the date in the files. That couldn't be right...

Something made a bang down the corridor to the left, and he dropped the file, turning, half-curious as to what had caused that sound, half... taken over by an odd hunting instinct he'd never felt before when tracking down a mark. That had always just been business. This was like… a need.

Windows rattled in the cold air as he hobbled steadily along the empty halls; broken, loose tiles clicking under his boots. There was no one in sight as he came to stop at an odd contraption, an engine of sorts. Caleb wanted to reach out to touch it; to inspect it, but it was like his hands were glued to his gun.

Then he caught a movement from the corner of his eyes. So there was someone here, trying haphazardly to hide themself behind the dirty bed in the corner. Caleb wanted to prompt the person to come out, but his tongue disobeyed him. Instead, he stepped forward, eager to bring whoever was there to the ground.

A part of himself wondered why.

He lunged forward, taking the young man in hiding by surprise and slashing at his side with the gun's bayonet. The young man gasped out in pain, stumbling forward.

Caleb blinked, shocked. The guy couldn't be older than thirty, and by all means—as outlandish as his clothes looked—he was some sort of bank or post office clerk or something, maybe an accountant. Not really the kind of guy to have a bounty on his head.

What was going on?

The man took off.

Something urged Caleb on to give chase, and his feet seemed to move on their own, heading after the young man. Fingers twitching, Caleb raised his gun, and wanted to slap himself for it. There was no clear shot to be made here, and what had that guy done to begin with? Something told Caleb he had to hunt and... sacrifice the... meat...?

Caleb hesitated.

What sort of fuckin' shite was that?

He shook his head and, with all the willpower he could muster, lowered the gun just as the young man ducked into a doorway. Something roared in Caleb's ears, something angry.

And then there was another sound. A horn of some sort, and the roar grew angrier. Again his feet moved on their own, and he turned a corner. There was someone in front of him, and the sign made Caleb as angry as the roar in his ears did.

Bayshore.

No. Wait.

That was impossible, he told himself. And blinked. Bayshore's form shifted, flickered, and changed into a young woman, a really nice-looking one at that, with bare, tattooed arms and wearing next to nothing. Still the voice in Caleb's head tried to tell him that that was Bayshore.

What the fuck was going on?

Caleb edged closer to her, his hands raising his weapon on their own again. He tried to fight it; he wanted answers, not blood. The woman just stood and stared at him until he was maybe one or two steps away. Then she grabbed at something leaning against the wall, pulling it down, and Caleb felt a hard hit against his head.

He staggered and saw the woman run the other way through blurred vision. Some kind of alarm rang out, and he tried to steady himself, looking around, when he felt four sharp stings in his neck. He lost balance again and sank to his knees.

He couldn't breath.

The gun dropped from his hands, and he dug his fingers into his throat as if trying to pry something out of it.

Something was choking him.

He coughed, tried to cry out; but only a rasping gasp escaped his mouth. And then the lights around him grew darker.

For a moment he was certain he was losing consciousness, but the angry roar in his head made him realize that couldn't be the case.

This something was angry. Disappointed in him; in his performance. Dismayed at his disobedience. Displeased with his failure.

A dark, heavy fog rolled in, surrounding Caleb, engulfing him.

...No...

And the world around him twisted; the shadows grew, spider-like tendrils bearing down on him, intent on tearing him apart and worse...

He woke with a choked gasp.

Rain drummed against the windows, running down the glass in thick drops, and Caleb laid on the floor, wrapped in his blanket with a horrible pain in his head. Sitting up carefully, he reached for his forehead, and hissed in pain as his fingers touched a bloody spot. The blood on the nightstand explained the rest.

That was going to be a headache for a while.

Caleb gave himself a quick check to see if the wound was worse than it looked, and finding that he was otherwise fine—no cuts or anything on his throat—he pulled himself onto the bed again. He'd still have the doc take a look at his head. Better safe than sorry.

He waited for a moment to see if anyone would come to check on him, and let out a soft sigh when that wasn't the case. 'Twas likely too early in the morning. The rain made it impossible to tell, and Caleb had forgotten to wind up his pocketwatch the night before.

With another sigh, he slowly laid back down.

He'd had a lot of weird dreams in the past, but this one... Something about it... scared him. The place; the people; the pain... and again... that ungodly, otherworldly spider thing.

[bnhascenariosheadcannonsimagines]

Hi! Could I request a headcanons of Hawks falling in love for his future fem s/o which she's a civilian who is a shy, sweet and introvert person, but when he gets to know her she's very funny and a lil extroverted? You can decide where she works and stuff :) Thank you!

Hawks sighed with content as he watched you bustle around the little restaurant he was sitting in. He didn’t really care for the food the American themed diner had, but he knew your work schedule by heart now and was always there on Thursdays at 6 pm. The little waitress uniform making you look absolutely adorable in his eyes, the red skirt flowing around your thighs, the tight top to it showing off your curves ever so slightly, and the small white apron making you only look cuter. He smiled as you walked up to take his order, “The usual Hawks?” you smiled and didn’t even pull out your notepad and he hummed, “You know me so well love.” He added a wink to the end of his sentence and you giggled and smiled at him, “I’ll be right back then, hold tight.” you turned and he watched the skirt sway dangerously around your thighs.

Hawks was lovestruck. He had changed his entire patrol route a couple weeks ago when he stumbled into the little diner slightly intoxicated and you had helped him to his booth. At first he thought maybe his beer goggles had made you prettier than you actually were. But when he woke up the next day and found himself groggily trudging back into the diner to see if his drunk mind had exaggerated he had found you weren’t working and it kinda hurt his heart a little. So he walked by every day until he saw you again. You worked Thursday, Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday evenings. Never mornings shifts and Hawks wanted to know why but figured that asking you would only freak you out. He huffed and pulled out his phone while he waited, trying to hide his school boy crush and not stare at you as you leaned into the kitchen window and told the chef his order.

When he saw you gliding over to his table he took a deep breath. Today was the day he was going to actually talk to you and not just mindlessly flirt with you. You smiled and set his food down, “Large order of fries and a milkshake.” He hummed and smiled back at you, completely choking on his own tongue. “Need anything else?” you tilted your head slightly and Hawks bit his bottom lip before nodding and looking you dead in the eyes with his trademark smirk, “Yeah, I would like the company of a pretty lady.” He internally punches himself in the head. You laughed and looked away. Holy shit was that a blush on your cheeks!? Did he really just make you blush with his stupid bad pick up line?? “Sorry hun but I’m sorta bad at talking to people and I’m not on break yet sooo…” you twiddled your fingers and shifted slightly on your feet. Shit. He had made you uncomfortable, but of course he spoke before his brain even caught it, “I could walk you home then? When do you get off?”

Another bright red blush dusted your cheeks as he smirked. “Uh… Um… Too late!” you chuckled awkwardly and shifted slightly more on your feet, “I get off in like two hours, you can’t possibly wait here for that long.” you waved a hand and returned to your customer service smile, “I’ll see you later though okay?” you quickly walked away and Hawks sank in his booth slightly. You burst into the back kitchen and the chef raised an eyebrow at you, “Love Bird finally make his move?” you blushed brightly and the chef cackled, “Oh my god he did didn’t he! You know the only reason he comes in is to see you right? I never see him here when it’s not your shift. He must have your schedule memorized by now.” the chef smiled knowingly and flipped a burger on the stove. As you collected yourself your manager burst through the kitchen doors, “Did you say no to him!” they shrieked quietly at you and you jumped, “Wh-What?!” “Ever since Hawks has started coming here everyone’s tips have sky rocketed and business boomed. If you break his heart and he stops coming what will happen to us?”

You were terribly confused. Did everyone know about his crush on you except for yourself?! “Go back out there and sit with him!” you manager hissed and you shook your head, “N-No! I can’t talk to strangers!” “You’re a waitress, you talk to strangers all the time.” you manager rolled their eyes. “B-But I pretty much recite a script to them! I can’t hold an actual conversation!” you panic as your manager throws you out of the kitchen doors. “Sit with him and make sure he comes back.” they whisper and you sigh. “This is clearly harassment.” you huff and walk back over to Hawks’ table. His wings visibly puff up slightly as you walk up and his eyes widen as you slip into the booth across from him, “U-Um… I took my break early.” you mumble a lame excuse and he smiles brightly. “Th-Thanks! Well, I guess you probably didn’t take it early for me but thanks anyway ya know. I d-” you zone out as he rambles and watch as a blush slowly starts to spread across his cheeks. “Hawks?” you interrupt him and he immediately stops talking and looks at you. His piercing eyes making you shift a little nervously and pull tighter into yourself, “Uh.. um…” you close your eyes and take a deep breath before continuing on, “Why do you come in every time it’s my shift?” you look him dead in the eye and he chuckled nervously, “Y-Ya caught onto that?” You smiled a little, the chef hadn’t lied. “Only because my coworkers have.” you fiddled with your hands under the table. “W-Well.. Truth is, I like you. Like a lot.” he deadpanned and you blushed brightly, “W-What! Really?” you look at him shocked and he looks confused, “Hell yeah. I think you’re super cute but you always sorta leave me speechless so I usually look like a total dork when you walk up. I can’t have you thinking I’m a dork now can I? I’m the number two pro hero Hawks!” he beamed and you laughed a little. “I know who you are, that’s why I’m so confused. I’m a waitress at an American themed diner that can barely afford my rent, let alone my tuition.” “You go to school?” Hawks looked at you curiously and you bit your bottom lip and nodded, “Y-Yeah. That’s why I only work night shifts. I have class during the day.”

He smiled fondly at you and you looked out the window to avoid his soft gaze. “What do you study?” “I-I’m an art major.” you mumble and he perks up slightly. “If I had a choice I woulda gone to college.” he sighed and you looked back at him confused, “What do you mean if you had a choice?” he waved his hand dismissively and turned back to you, “I wanna see your work.” “Wh-What?” you blushed again and he smiled, “C’mooon. I bet they would let you off work early if you left with me.” he smirked and you laughed a little, “Are you always this charming?” you ask and his smirk falters into a sheepish smile and a blush, “O-Only around pretty girls.” “Well Mr. Hawks, you can go see me work here.” you wrote down a street corner and he tilted his head confused. “It’s a mural on one of the local shops.” you smile and stand up to get back to work. “W-Wait!” he calls out and grabbed your wrist, “I want to see it with you.” “Well then wait until I get off work in an hour and a half.” you teased and continued to walk away. “Don’t think I won’t!” he called after you and smiled as you walked into the back.

“Holy shit you actually waited!” you stepped out of the diner in your regular clothes and saw the winged man sitting on a bench outside. “Did you really think I would leave?” he smirked at you and reached out his hand and waited for you to take it. “Honestly sorta.” you shrugged and looked at his hand awkwardly, “We’re flying there. It’s late and flying is faster than walking.” he explained and you hummed before taking his hand. He pulled you into his chest and whispered in your ear, “Hold tight.” he ran his hands down your hips before gripping you tightly and spreading his wings, “I mean it.” he smirked and in one flap of his giant wings you were off! You squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his jacket collar, “This is crazy!” you shout over the wind and hear him laugh in response, “The only thing crazy here is how crazy in love I am with you.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed again. “Do you flirt with everybody you come across?” you shifted slightly to look at him and he blushed, “W-Well sorta. It’s my hero persona ya know. If I make saving people fun then they are less scared. B-But with you… I- well.. Usually I use really shitty pick up lines and immediately regret them.” he laughed and you smiled, “So you know you sound kinda like a douchebag then.” He roared in laughed and hugged you tighter to him, “Shit! You’re fucking funny aren’t you.” he smirked down at you and you looked up at him innocently, “Only to those who get to know me.” He set you down on a building and landed behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his nose into your cheek, “Then I would love to get to know you.”

[spacyparker]

Code Black

MASTERLIST - PROMPT LIST

Request : “hey! 76 and 200 for Peter please. thanks!!!”

»  “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

»  “You’re really proposing to me? For real? Now?”

   + “Prompt 25 + 198 with peter”

»  “He was unconscious when I found him”

»  “Promise me you’ll come back… I need you to promise me.”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : 1.7k

A/N : I feel like I haven’t posted in forever ! So here’s a lil request, sorry but college takes a lot of time and I can’t really write :((

He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room. You watched him, smiling. But if only you knew what was going to happen, you wouldn't have been. Your life was going to change in a few hours, in all the possible ways.

When he came back, something had changed, he wasn't wearing casual clothes but his spider-man suit. You frowned and sighed, understanding that he wouldn't be able to attend your movie night.

“Again... ?” You stepped forward to take his hand, but you would have prefered it to be naked so you could feel his warm skin. “You already had so many missions this week, and it's just thursday. Can't someone else replace you ? I need this movie night, really...”

Peter's hand ran through his hair and he looked directly into your eyes. He was pale, and had a few bruises on his jaw and his eyebrows from his previous fights. But nothing could stop him. “It's more important than the others babe. The... The text said ‘code black’. Everyone's going.”

It was your turn to become paler. The idea of Peter risking his life have always been hard, but the words “code black” seemed too much. You shook your head, Peter hearing your heart beating way faster as the seconds passed. “Don't go..” You begged. And your lips started to shiver, and you tried your best not too cry, and you were too weak to succeed, and the tears fell, and Peter had to look away. “Just stay with me, run away ! You don't have to do this.” Your voice was unsure, and you had trouble not to stutter. “I need you, don't leave me.”

“Y/N !” He tried to reason you. “You know I need to go. We're talking about billions of lives, I can't... I can't... I have to, don't make it harder, please. I need you to support me, you've always supported me before.”

You looked away, you knew you sounded slefish, but you just couldn't live witout this boy, he was your everything, he had been for years now. “But this is a code black, this is more than serious, you could... You could...”

He put his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them and forcing you to look in his eyes again. “Hey, Y/N, baby... You trust me, right ?”

You shrugged, your tears have stopped falling but you knew it would be a matter of time before it'd start back. Promise me you’ll come back… I need you to promise me.”

There was a silence before Peter took the talk again, unsure if it was the right rhing to do. “I promise I'll come back.” He nodded. But he knew that promise could be broken anytime soon tonight, he knew what he was getting into, and it was all about death. Of course he'd to the best he could, he didn't want to leave you, he didn't want you to be alone, but he didn't know anything about the future.

You leaned in to kiss him, putting all the love you could as if it was the last time.

You were stuck in your bed, watching the news as mayne journalists were recording the fight out there, risking their lives, but not risking it as much as all the heroes protecting the city. You were afraid, not only afraid for Peter, but also afraid for you, hearing many explosions all around you, trying not to look through the window to not see dirty ruins floating in the air.

“Iron Man's down, I repeat Iron Man's down !” Shouted the reporter trying to avoid wreckage. You could tell there was panick in her eyes, but also in her voice. You weren't surprise though, everyone was terrorized by the abominable giant red alien who wanted to conqueer the city. If he was green, he could have been mistaken for Godzilla, but that would have mean the situation was risible, and it surely was not.

The city was being crashed by both the villains and the heroes, many lives have already been saved but a lot have been taken. It was war, and during war, there was no way not having loss. If Tony Stark was a part of that loss, then how Peter would he end up ? A new tear fell on your cheak and you pulled one of his sweater you carried with you since he left closer to you.

And suddenly the TV wasn't the only sound in the apartment. Glass. Broken glass. A shout got off your throat. That was it, they were there, the aliens were there.

“Y/N ! Y/N !” Someone called your name.Well, not a someone, nor an alien. Peter. It was Peter. You got up faster than you've ever had before and ran to the kitchen, where your super-heroe just got the window broken to get in easier.

He was seriously injured, he had blood everywhere on his face, small and huge wounds, his suit was ripped and you noticed he was limping. How much he might suffer didn't stop you to jump onto his arms. He was alive. “Peter I was so scared ! They... They said Tony is... He is...”

Peter didn't let you the chance to finish your phrase, he leaned in to kiss you, and you didn't mind the taste of iron the blood on his lips had, all you cared about was the fact he was alive, still able to kiss you, or love you, or just breathe.

“Marry me.” He whispered taking his breathe back, his swollen eyes injected of blood looking right through yours which widened. Marry me. Those words got your head spinning. You and Peter had already talked about marriage, but you were both 21 and he said it was too soon. You never understood that, because for you it only meant he didn't think his life would end with you. “Y/N ?” He called your name, you have maybe be thinking for too long.

But this was definitely not something you could not think about at the moment. How dared he ? “Really ? Really Peter ? You’re really proposing to me? For real? Now?” You shook your head, it felt... So selfish from him, he had always say no, he had always refused to. “Why ?!” You shouted with a thrilling voice meanwhile tears were now flooding your face. “You always said we were too young, why are you doing this to me, why now ? You told me you didn't want to, you told me it wasn't a good idea ! You-”

“Y/N !” He shouted back, wanting you to stop talking. Which you did after hearing his tense voice. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.” Your eyes widened and you were too shocked now to keep crying. Your hand hit his chest and Peter coughed, he was already badly injured and it didn't help him.

“Stop talking like this !” You screamed. Dead. This word got your heart to stop beating. Dead. He couldn't. “You promised me you'd come back, fucking alive Peter, fucking A-LIVE !”

He grabbed your wrists in his fists and shook his head. “Y/N ! Be my fiancée. Please I need to go back there now, I can't stay. So tell me you'll marry me, tell me you'll carry my children and help me eat when I won't be able to do it myself because I'd be too old. Tell me you'll be mine forever and never get away. Please, please Y/N I need your answer, will you forgive all my bad behaviours and marry me ?”

His fingers left your wrists and got up right to your cheeks, grabbing your jaw. He was waiting, again, for your answer. And the only reason you took your time to answer wasn't because you were confused anymore, but because you felt like he'd leave just after you would have said him, and you didn't want him too, you needed the time to stop, to live in this exact moment forever. His fingers put more pressure on your bones, hurrying you to respond. “Y-yes...” You looked away. And his lips crushed on yours again, for a more passionate but rushing kiss.

And without a word he left you, and the only thing you could do was watching him getting out through the now broken window. Another promise. A good one, and you didn't even fell good about it.

Crying was tiring, and it wasn't a surprise you have felt asleep with all the crying you have had. It appeared Tony wasn't dead, he had only been beaten up at a point he couldn't get up and he had been taken to the hospital, but not everyone got his chance. You heard Clint Barton, a former agent of the S.H.I.E.L.D had left, like the one and only Captain America whose loss got the country in mourning, and some others you didn't even know about.

But no news from him, you have felt asleep and he was still alive, still fighting to save as many lives as possible, and especially yours. He was a hero, your hero. No. Your fiancé.

Your phone started ringing and that was what woke you up in a leap full of surprise. You grabbed your phone and immediately picked up with a sleepy but caring voice. “Peter ?!” There was a silence, your nose wrinkled. Peter... “Hello ?”

“He was unconscious when I found him.” This was not Peter, this was definitely not Peter. It was Sam, one of his co-worker, well when the didn't fight one against the other in fact.

“What... What are you talking about ?” Your voice was as shaing as your lips, and even all of your body. But you knew what he was talking about, he was talking about him. He was unconscious. “N-No... You... How-how is he now ? Sam where is he, I gotta see him, I got... I gotta see him !” Yyou got up but the whole world seemed to spin way faster than it usually was, and you fell on the ground with your eyes so full of sadness you couldn't see anything.

But you heard one last thing, guessing your phone had fallen not far from you. The impact had put the call on speaker, and the voice echoed in the small bedroom.

“I'm sorry. It's too late.”

But he had promised.

[ofcosima]

✗ ┈ oh my gosh, no way that DUA LIPA just walked passed us ! what ? no, that was definitely SORCHA KRAVITZ.  you know, the NINETEEN year old SENIOR at MBHS. SHE has the rep as being the ACTIVIST and it makes a lot of sense. anyone who is FERVID & ALLOCENTRIC, but also TURBULENT & FICKLE deserves that title. for senior superlatives they won MOST LIKELY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD and captioned the song LINK IN BIO - DIET CIG under their yearbook photo. hopefully their dreams to TRAVEL THE WORLD come true after graduation and it’s a good last year in MOON BAY !

hi henlo world !! i’m so fuckin’ pumped to be here ?? kisses & hugs to our lovely admin for bein the goat !! okay so,,, i’m actually not here ?? 1 pm est, and im probably working on my introduction to drama final on monday,, but anyway ! i’ll be here in 1 hour or so,, and smother y’all with my dms ok ? lets move to my precious baby,  sorcha !!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *matthew mcconaughey voice* alright alright alright !! i’m gonna try to keep this short,, but i can feel the word vomit,, its so close... u all gonna choke im sorry thats disgusting anyway lmao. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ staying tru to leo baby dua’s origins, kravitz family moved from kosovo to moonbay when sorcha was five. she’s part kosovan, british and irish !! thing about the kravitz’s that they were so typical. like...,, mom quitting work to raise sorcha, dad @ work from 9 am to 5 pm. everything was simple. a smol house, a few toys to play with,, a wii as a new years present ?? honestly , sorcha never minded the apparent differences of income between her peers & her ! she loved how,, real it felt? they had game nights on every thursday, and movie nights on monday to blow off some steam ! she didn’t even hear one single argument ,, except when mom became too invested in monopoly & accused dad of stealing from the bank, like,  each time they played lmao. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ they never talked much about dad’s work, or what mom did before they left kosovo. the past was a locked box,, and sorcha didn’t mind it ?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ growing up, she was a hard one to contain. she would throw awful, awful tantrums,, but then feel extremely sorry ?? like she would be this terrible kid, then cry for ten hours straight in her bed because she made people upset. she would leave smol notes on moms bed,, like never actually apologising, but always showing how much she felt bad ?? a real tempest tbh. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ had the potential to be the best, but never tried ?? mom ( rina ) ‘s attempts on pushing her to be more competitive always fell short,, sorcha saying she didn’t want her friends to feel bad for losing ?? wtf you lil puppy ?? 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ she was ( still is, but now on different topics ) extremely vocal ?? like to the age of ten,, if she didn’t like something......,, you would know that. if she had a crush on you,, you would know,, because she would tell exactly that ? teacher being a nasty prick ? ? sorcha, ,, thrownin hands,, directly discussin’ the matter like she was a fucking thirty year old lmao.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ around fourteen, mom started workin again, along side papa !! tbh sorcha lo v e d havin the house to herself, because now both mom & dad were working late ,, the rebellious side had no one to restrict her,, yasss bish. she usually spent nights watching criminal minds , law & order : svu , ncis ,, or talking to strangers on platforms like tumblr & twitter. she thinks she grew up mentally a lot during this time, because she got to hear stories of ppl she doesn’t even really know ?? and she got v invested too. a caring babe. always focused on others,, she would occasionally have her friends over , and attend every party moonbay offered. ya gurl lo v e s parties ok

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so fifteen was hella differen t ?? mainly because.....,, they moved to a huge ass mansion, ,closer to the beach. everything felt so freaking surreal ?? kravitz’s hired a help for the house, got a brand new car for sorcha,, basically made $$$ rain down on her. hella suspicious. so she started to get v passive aggressive toward mom mama and papa ?? snarky comments here and there,, refusing to participate in family activities,, heading out when dad strictly forbids her ?? a tru rebel with a halfass cause.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ this whole emo™ phase gave birth to her label, the activist !! like i mentioned,, she never had any trouble with expressing her opinions,, playin the devils advocate,, this time,,, she gradually started to take it more seriously ?? like as she became less and less interested in mom and dads secret money fountain,, sorcha found herself in problems bigger than her own !! only obstacle was,,, again,, herself

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ her fickle nature never allowed herself to be stay tru 2 one cause, , always finding something brand new to fight for. she had so much on her mind 100 % of the time, and she didn’t know how to silence the voices ?? often failing to express her intense feelings,,  her turbulent side created chaos ,, being sent to the principles office more than twice,, thus she started playing football to channel her inner rage but ooppss, it doesnt work lmao.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ so eighteen,, and she basically accidentally discovered the secret ?? turns out mom & dad used to work for a corrupt ceo back in hometown, and now doing something similar to money laundering for him. ngl this was the last straw for her. like. she is trying to be a decent human being,, make a change? ? run for presidency ?? save the whales ?? smash the patriarchy  ?? and this is her family ? ?this is why she has a chanel bag ? ? u gotta be kidding me

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SO. i wanna add that she has never had a boy / girl friend, my bi bunny is too invested in the negativity that she just... never tried ?? like,, she is pretty, and she knows she is,, but no one made a move on her. probably because she was super committed in being everyones friend ?? you have a problem ?? come 2 sorcha,, she gonna be the shoulder u can cry on. she has a problem ?? gonna avoid it until it snowballs,,, on relationships shes like whatevers dude im c hill™ and is actually content with it because means she won’t face rejection or betrayal ever :)) but lowkey not content but no one will know bc i lov bottling up !!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ kinda life of the party ?? but also studious? ? she knows she needs good grades to make her dreams come tru, but also cant bite her freakin tongue and stop from gettin in trouble. stfu sorcha. i need her partner in crime,, because this ho is always,, in t r o u ble

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ daddy raised no bitch :) a fuqing tough cookie :)) if u mess with her friends,, you gonna catch these hands,, real hard

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ooks like she has everything under control,, in reality,, heres a list of them :

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ actually, , ,people may think she doesn’t care at all ? ?except for like,, feminism,, animals,,  , like she has it so good that she doesnt even need to try anymore lmfao no..... baby is a ball of anxiety ,,, died a lil when people chose her for “most likely to take over the world” ,, like... ,, pls dont

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ anyway. she is planning on taking a gap year after graduation because honestly,, she needs a break ok.

[notintheipswichboyband]

Mother

"Do you really have to? Why can't you just stop using your powers. Think about your son! He needs you too!"  A woman whispered harshly to a dark blond green eyed male.  The male only responded with a smirk and a pompous stance before finally deciding to say anything " You just don't get it! I can't just stop. Chase and you will always be in danger if I stay here. They will never stop hunting me. And I can't stop using." The woman's nose curled and her eyes watered " Fine. But if you leave now. Don't you ever come back? I don't want him to turn out just like you." The male frowned " If you are successful, maybe he won't. But I doubt you will be. It's like my family is cursed. Elizabeth, if you can save our son. Do it.  But it's already too late for me. I'm sorry. I just can't stop this...I wish I could explain. It's not like a normal drug. It never goes away, this need... Keep him as safe as you can for as long as you can.  Hopefully, you are more successful than any other mother before you." Just as he said that the cries of an infant a room away could be heard " You don't have to tell him I loved him.  I don't.  He should have never been born." Turning away then the male made his way toward the door to leave.

Elizabeth growled lowly " He is not a mistake! I want him, even if you don't. I'll love him for you because you won't! He is never going to turn out like the rest of you."  The young woman turned away then " And if you insist on walking out that door now, stay gone. I mean it."  She then stomped off the crying from the infant growing more frustrated.  As she walked she heard the front door close behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes then but as she entered the room she smiled at the tiny squirming form in the crib.  Reaching her hand in she let the infant grasp onto her little pinkie finger " You are so small but so beautiful." She whispered as if her heart was breaking. From the moment he started kicking from inside her womb she felt this foreboding inside her. But when she saw him in her arms for the first time, she knew she loved him, she loved him, she loved him.  He was small, and fragile looking and she wanted to think that he was the sweetest baby she had ever laid her sapphire blue eyes on.

He was still stained red from his birth, only a couple days old and still so loud if he wanted to be. But otherwise so quiet when she wished he wouldn't be. There was nothing wrong with him. When she sat at his side and stared at him from the moment of his birth till now all she could see was perfection. He was perfect.  He was hers, her baby boy.  It didn't take much to calm him down either, no matter how hard he could cry, the moment he knew she was there he would calm down very quickly, just wrapping his small fingers around her pinkie.  How could something so small grow up to be just like the man that had left him alone like this, defenseless in such a harsh world " It's you and me, Chase. No one's going to hurt you. Not while I am with you. We will make it on our own. " She whispered, watching the baby nibbled on his free hand and start to snooze.

Months had passed and quickly life had gotten more cheerful. Music was playing in the apartment now. Chase was placed in a bouncing chair, hoping up and down as he chewed on a gummy teething toy, seeming to enjoy his mother's choice in music. She walked by and pat him on the head " Aww, are you rockin out, Chasey?" Dropping down she placed a kiss on the soft spot of his head " Mommy picked out a good song, huh? " Giving him nibbly kisses she giggled " Ugh, you are just so cute!  Mommy is going to eat you up!" At Chase's return giggling before garble nomming on his chew toy she laughed and gently, playfully, pinched his soft puffy cheeks " Cute chubby baby. Mommy's got to get back to work now. Don't you go wandering off now!" She stood up, dressed in all her eighty's fashion and went back to work. She was almost too young to be a mother. But at the same time motherhood had seemingly came naturally to her.

Weeks after that she was dead lying in a puddle of blood beside Chase's crib.  The bodies of two others leading to the room. There was blood trailing and spotty over the infant as well as the crib he lay screaming in. The room had reeked of death and blood.  Masking the scent of Chase himself, even. Hours went by and no one, no one had come to see what was going on inside the apartment.  Chase had been left shrieking like that for a day, the next day he just couldn't cry as much. Fatigue had taken over.  Then finally the door opened and in stepped the male with the green eyes. Walking in a way he made his way over to Chase and reached down to pet the sleeping child's face, avoiding the blood smeared on his face "  Unfortunate. Maybe you could have been the one who was free from this curse. But fate has decided to roll the dice against you, my son." Smirking down into the crib the male laughed lightly " It is a shame I have no interest in raising you. You are too young to come with me now."

Hours later the police were called. They walked through the apartments seeing all the blood and items dumped all over  " It looks like a massacre...She fought hard. But what was she protecting?" One asked the other, before stopping as they passed by a room " I found her. And what she was protecting." They had said then as they entered the room.  Walking toward the crib  the partner asked " Is the child still alive?" The first officer reached over then into the crib and felt for a pulse. It took a moment before they found it " Faint, but still beating. " Making Chase their priority they removed him from the crib and took the infant out of the room. Minutes later one of them had changed and cleaned Chase up, with permission, and had given him a bottle. He was in the arms of one of the male police officers as others were going through the crime scene taking out bottles  " But why kill the mother?  Her neighbors say she barely left the house and didn't seem to have friends or family. So why target her?"

A couple hours later Chase was being transferred. One of the cops stopped those who would be in charge of the infants well being from then on " This was in his crib. Let him have it...Please. It would mean the world to me." They said, glancing toward the baby " Just let him have something. I was given authorization, otherwise, all these things would be locked up in evidence or lost. " The woman holding Chase glanced down at the stuffed dragon " If you think this will be useful, sure." She grimaced before reaching out to take the stuffed toy and gave it to Chase, whose arms wrapped around it securely.

At the orphanage, Chase was asleep in is crib still hugging the dragon closely in one hand, as he sucked on the thumb of his other hand absentmindedly as he slept soundly. During his nap, a couple had come in and started looking through all the babies in the room. Walking up to Chase they smiled before looking concerned " Is this that boy?  The one from the news. Poor thing. " The middle-aged woman whispered reaching down to cup his face " Arthur...I don't know what it is, but the moment I'd seen him on the news, I felt this connection." She looked back at the other babies " They are all so sweet." But she looked back to Chase  who was the very last baby that needed to be looked at, in the corner at the end of the row " I would like to foster him." She said, almost as a question.

Once the papers had been settled he had been brought home, his stuffed dragon in tow. Gillian Collins grinned as she held onto the small infant in her arms, afraid she would drop him. And maybe if she had it would have saved everyone a whole lot of grief.  But she hadn't. She could only smile at Chase. Arthur helped his wife move things to Chase's room " How long will the adoption take? They won't take him away, will they? " Arthur laughed " No, Lil, I can't imagine why. We are perfect for him. " Arthur reached over and caressed Chase's face with a finger " We'll make his mother proud." They walked up to the room and placed him in a crib they had just bought, tucked their child in and placed the dragon at the top of his head " I hope so, Art." Gillian leaned down to place a kiss on the top of the boys head, who had remained sound asleep the entire time. He seemed far too quiet. Not once did he cry like would be normal for someone so young. Only short briefs of sniffles, before he self-soothed, often making the two new parents confused, and a little upset that they didn't get woken up at night like normal parents.  By the time Chase had been two years old though, he was officially the Collins son, and they wouldn't change it for the world.

"Wake up Chase! It's Thursday!" Came a cheery voice as light burst into the room as the curtains were yanked open. Chase growled a bit before slowly turning over to look at the woman standing in front of the windows. Beside his head lay a dragon, a little worse for wear, but patched up and one eyeball missing. But still looked extremely loved " Mom, it's too bright. " Chase grumbled tiredly before dropping onto his back and reaching his hand up to rub the dragon's snout " Mh." Gillian smacked Chase's hip " Which means today will be a great day, Chai." She then walked out of the room " Breakfast in twenty!" Chase watched her leave before smiling and closing his eyes " Lucky, how come my mom is such a hyper soccer mom?"

[zevakritpel]

Hell-Bent: Prologue-- Introducing Our Colourful Cast of Characters

Chapter 1>

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes

[Wednesday. Time: 01:03. Meet the Sniper]

Today's lucky item for Cancers is a steel garlic press.

"Oi, Shin-chan. The target will be moving along the second floor, west wall any minute now. You ready?"

Midorima clicks his tongue impatiently and tenses his bandaged fingers against the cool metal of his M24. He's been lying on his stomach for the past half hour, with the kitchen utensil tucked inside his pants' pocket digging into his upper thigh the entire time. Still, with his intense focus and dedication, comfort comes secondary. Naturally.

Of course he's ready.

"Indeed."

The sharpshooter narrows his bright green eyes in concentration, and continues to watch the movements behind the windows of the building adjacent. His position on this warehouse roof  really couldn't be more ideal. No wind either, and just the right amount of clouds in the sky.

Today's lucky numbers for Cancer: 15- 73- 3- 22- 47

Takao is still babbling needlessly into his ear piece, to the point where Midorima is tempted to turn off the sound of his voice completely. This is exactly why he prefers working solo...no, no. He must persevere. In this case, teamwork is important, especially with Takao 'Hawkeye' Kazunari.

"Alright you've got one shot at this, don't miss <3 "

"I never miss."

It's true. He never misses.

Today's target is a corrupt bureaucrat that got way above his head in his dealings with the underground. Pissed off all the wrong people, couldn't have managed to fuck up this hard if he tried.

Middle aged. 180 cm in height. Dark hair, olive skin. Has until now gone through great lengths to avoid facing the consequences for his greedy actions.

And yet the exact millisecond that he enters Midorima's range, his life is forfeit.

Today's horoscope for Cancers:  You'll soon be faced with new challenges, in both work and romance. Advice: Be wary of those who bring up the past.

Midorima takes a deep, calm breath. His hands are perfectly steady; heartbeat unwavering.

"Man proposes; God disposes" he mutters, then pulls the trigger.

[Wednesday. Time: 02:09. Meet the Fake]

"As expected of a model," purrs the drunken businessman, sliding his fat sweaty hand up Kise's thin blue designer shirt and pressing his fingers against the small of the younger man's back.

"Your skin is so smooth . How nice to be so young."

Kise giggles nervously and starts absently toying with the thick cross pendant dangling from the silver chain on his neck. With his free hand, he fishes the lime out of his gin and tonic, drains the rest of the drink in one go.

"Hehe~. That tickles..."

The businessman practically leers at this reaction, but he stops groping Kise in order to take the empty glass from his hands, and saunters over to the hotel room's mini-bar.

"Another G&T?" he asks, pulling a bottle of Beefeater out of the small fridge.

Kise nods an affirmative yes, then he also stands up and walks over to where his new drink is being poured. His bare feet are light and silent against the carpeted floor.

"I'm so glad we moved to a more...private setting. "

"Me too."

Kise hums with a genuine smile, wrapping his arm around the other man's neck. He keeps at the chokehold for a few seconds until the businessman slumps down, out cold.

Ugh. That was a pain in the ass.

Well, okay. Thankfully it didn't come to that.

Planting one foot on the chest of the unconscious body, Kise readjusts his own disheveled clothing before pulling a few zip ties out of his pocket. One to secure the wrists together, and a couple around the ankles, for good measure.

Satisfied with his job of binding the pervy sleeping man, Kise next has to make a call. Quick dial.

"Are you done?" snaps the irritable voice of Kasamatsu on the other end of the line, without so much as a greeting.

"Easy-peasy! It wasn't any fun at all."

"Fun? This isn't a game, Ryouta."

"I know, I know," Kise lies with a pout, twisting his cross necklace around his fingers.

He does not know. Of course this is a game, that's the only way he can get into it.

"But it's lucky I copied that 'seduction' skill from-"

"'Seduction' isn't a skill you can copy, you tacky bimbo. Airheads like you are just naturally good at that shit, which is why I got you to do this job in the first place."

"KYAH ! Did you just praise m-"

"Shut the hell up. "

Kise's smile widens but the tears in his yellow eyes glisten like jewels.

"Anyways, now that you've lured him in, we've got how many hours until someone notices his useless ass is missing?"

"What is it now? 02:15....He says he's just got a meeting at 13:00 today."

"Perfect. I'm coming over to take care of the rest. You sit tight until then."

Kise hangs up with a despondent sigh. He plops himself down on the older man's stomach, which makes for a nice cushion to sit on. This guy's in for a real world of pain, huh?

The young man slips his pendant between his lips, sucking at the silver cross thoughtfully.

Not that this isn't exciting work or anything (it's not), but....Kise can't help but feel his jobs lately have been pretty lackluster. He's not really putting his special skills to use, fucking over these stupid lechers that get themselves into stupid troubles.

Something good better come soon. Otherwise...

The cross falls from Kise's lips onto his chest. Right against his heart.

[Wednesday. Time: 04:04. Meet the Chessmaster]

[white noise feed]

[Wednesday. Time: 23:52. Meet the Blood Knight and the Book]

"Ahh, that smarts a little."

Aomine spits out an alarmingly thick lump of blood and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The taste of copper on his lips only further fuels his bloodlust, to the great misfortune of the four men surrounding him.

Not that they're fully aware of this quite yet.

"Listen, I'd love to play mafia with you kids, but I've got some grown up things I'd like to take care of, so why don't you just skip along home-WHOAH OKAY."

After dodging the bullet aimed at his left shoulder, Aomine finds his back pressed up against a brick wall. Behind his favourite nightclub, no less.

"You. You're going to pay for what you did." This coming from punk #3, who would sound a lot more formidable if he didn't look like he was about to cry.

Aomine rubs the side of his face, which still stings a bit from the earlier hit (courtesy of punk #1, who was granted the first number for actually managing to get within face-punching range of Aomine).

"You're going to have to be more specific." he laughs, though he's actually much more serious than his tone would imply.  Aomine is a man who has done many things that could warrant armed pissbabies cornering him in a dark alley under the false illusion that they can harm him in any way.

He tries to mentally run through all the women he's slept with in the past month that could have had jealous lovers; it's too much work, so he gives up.

"Don't play dumb!"

This from punk #2, the gun-wielder, who seems to have realized halfway through that this kind of command is futile on Aomine. He clears his throat to elaborate:

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up in this area after the disrespect you showed our boss."

Aomine squints.

"Our boss.....last night? At the bar across the street? You broke his arm..."

Punk #2 is faltering at Aomine's complete lack of remembrance, but his comrades are growing livid.

"This motherfucker...guess we really should teach him a lesson."

Aomine's heart almost skips a beat when he sees Punk #1 pull a crowbar out of his bag. But his excitement is short-lived: the fight is over before it even begins. It takes less than 3 minutes to curb these shits into the ground and leave them writhing in the same pain and regret their boss experienced yesterday.

Pathetic.

Disappointed, Aomine kicks the unconscious Punk #4 in the ribs one last time, then staggers away from the bloodied scene and wanders off onto the main street.

Before he can brood over his easy win, Aomine spots a familiar someone leaning against a parking sign, waving right at him. That long, silky pink hair, the sweet but kinda shit-eating grin...the unmistakable three sizes-

"Hey, Dai-chan," Momoi smiles, walking up to greet him. She has to tilt her head quite a bit to maintain eye contact.

"I was worried about you after I heard you quit your job, but I'm glad that you're not above picking fights with petty thugs."

Aomine grimaces and covers half his face sheepishly with his fingers.

"Ugh. You saw that?"

"I sure did. Seriously, what the hell happened?"

Aomine would love to answer that. He really would.

"What about you, Satsuki? What brings you to this area?"

Momoi raises her eyebrows, to assure Aomine that his attempt to change the subject is not going unnoticed. However, more pressing issues are at hand.

"Looking for your NEET ass, actually. Here,"

She rummages through her bag--which is full of various papers, as is the lot in life of an information broker--before pulling out a small white envelope and handing it to her old childhood friend.

"What is this?"

"A job offer."

[Thursday. Time: 13:16. Meet the Target and the Phantom]

"Huh? A bodyguard? I don't know what my old man told you, but I can take care of myself."

Kagami Taiga's red eyes are glowing with his usual dose of boundless passion. Passion his family's Head of Security, Riko Aida, wishes he'd put into his studies. Or something. Christ, this kid is such a headache.

"Of course, I'm well aware of your physical prowess and fighting skills, Master Taiga. However, I'm afraid that, given the exposure of your existence as heir to the Kagami empire and...well, other matters-"

Riko pauses for a moment, taking a peek at Kagami's expression, which, though indignant, does not show that he picked up on the poorly explained set of circumstances. Like at all.

"Aside from the usual thugs, I have reason to believe a rather notorious, skilled set of people will be hired to come after you."

"Let them come," Kagami  states rather fervently, slamming his open palm against Riko's wooden desk.

"I'll take them on."

Riko goes through physical pain in an attempt to avoid rolling her eyes. The attempt fails. Her patience has evaporated.

"Alright, well good luck with that. I'm still going to assign a 24-hour guard for you."

"WHA-?!"

"Lower your voice, you brat! He's worked in the underground since a young age, and has a lot of connections with these types of people. Be grateful to me that I'm not putting you on lockdown until this whole thing blows over."

The young Kagami is far from thrilled at this outcome, but even he can see there's no hope of winning this round. He sits back down in his chair with a small grunt of dissatisfaction, crossing his arms over his chest. A little petulant and overexcited, but always respectful. Riko doesn't bother to hide her smirk.

"So?  When do I get to meet this guy?"

"Ah, now that you mention it, "

Riko checks the time on her wristwatch, her brow furrowed slightly.

" I told him to meet me in my office before you got here, but it seems he hasn't shown up yet."

"Uh, actually,"

Riko and Kagami both freeze for a half a second, their blood running cold, faces drained of all colour.

Moving by pure instinct, Riko pulls out a loaded handgun, ready to fire, while Kagami is already up and wielding his chair like a weapon. Both natural fighters are completely ready for bloodshed...until they register the source of the voice.

A small, pale young man, roughly Kagami's age, is standing at the back of the room, right under the small framed portrait of puppies Riko nailed to the wall a couple of weeks ago. (It used to sit on her desk, but Kagami kept covering it every time he came in through the office, so...)

"H-how long have you been there?"  Riko, who has seen the carnage of multiple battlefields, barely stutters out.

"I was here the entire time." the stranger responds in a soft matter-of-fact voice, as if that isn't one of the creepier answers he could give.

Kagami gently places the chair back to its rightful place on the floor, pretending like he isn't suffering from massive heart palpitations.

"You called me here?" adds ghost child...no, no Riko, get a hold of yourself. He's clearly human...he's...

"OH. You must be Kuroko??"  Riko, finally having regained her composure, extends an arm of welcome as he nods yes.

"You really... should've said something haha. please, take a seat."

That's him? The Kuroko Tetsuya, the notorious 'Phantom'??? But he looks so...frail. He's clad a white button down shirt and grey pants, neither of which could seem to be hiding some hidden muscle-definition. His skin is very pale, very anemic-looking. This can't possibly be...

Kuroko blinks back at Riko with his large, pale blue eyes. Though he appears expressionless, Riko can't help but feel a certain level of scorn emanating from this man. He's judging hard for being judged hard.

That's fair.

Riko chews at the nail of her thumb for one contemplative second,then decides to roll with the benefit of the doubt.

"Alright, Kagami Jr. This is the man who'll be sticking to you for the next...little while. Meet your new shadow."

"Eh?"

Kagami looks down in disbelief at the tiny pale blue creature that has just been assigned to protect his life.

A very small, very cold little hand places itself inside Kagami's own.

"Nice to meet you."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me..."

[Thursday. Time: 17:08. Meet the Reaper]

"Atsushi, you've got like fifteen missed calls. Please just answer your phone."

Murasakibara could answer his phone, but...he could also just shove another fistful of all-dressed chips into his mouth and not answer anything that remotely sounds like work.

"Atsushi...please. I think it's urgent."

Don't worry. Murasakibara makes sure to chew his food properly. It's better for digestion.

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#16: Facts and Fiascos

Match of Magic What if destiny chose soulmates through literal aesthetic matches? What if education fused with impossibility and reality faded away? Dan and Phil must unite, work together and help each other live the best of all the worlds they can…

(Dan POV)

I copy out the main points just as Mr Prong rubs them off and sighs, “The test of last year’s subjects will be next Thursday. I’d hope you all remember what you’ve probably ignored over the course of summer and the half term so far.”

Mariah groans, “I’m going to fail.”

“You’ve got Tulip.”

“Guys, give me some credit. She’s hard work.” Tulip laughs, the three of us packing up.

Since we’ve moved up a year, we don’t have all our lessons together, my next one being French. The two of them head to their Religious Studies lesson, luckily having it together so they can chat and work in peace. Not that it really matters for them because they’re good at being liked by people. I don’t know anyone in my French class except Ian but he doesn’t count because he’s such a bully.

“So, you matched?” said boy asks me as he bumps into my shoulder.

“Yes.” I reply, trying to stay neutral.

Ian scowls at me, “Did you force it?”

I blink, “No, you can’t do that.”

“You must have brainwashed him.” Ian states, apparently content with that solution.

I roll my eyes but avoid an argument as we all enter the classroom, then groan at the sight of a new seating plan up on the board. Thankfully, I’m sat near the centre of the room so I won’t constantly be in the teacher’s line of sight. She only makes us introduce ourselves and play petty games as a way of recapping the last three years’ worth of vocabulary.

Having almost fallen asleep through the hour of monotonous repetition, I gladly escape the room as soon as possible when she’s done with our lesson. Meeting with the rest of my group for the half an hour break we get, the seven of us squash ourselves onto a bench.

Alonso is the first to complain, “What’s with the tedious ice-breakers?”

“I know, right? They’re the worst thing.” Lilith agrees, “But guess what?”

“What?” Chris asks.

Lilith groans, “You’ve got to guess!”

“You got detention again? Or a warning? Or you talked back to another boring teacher?” Carter asks.

Lilith glares at him, then looks to the rest of us, “I’m not taking suggestions from Carter. The rest of you?”

“You aced a quiz?” Tulip asks, “Or you found out another one of last year’s exam results.”

Lilith rolls her eyes impatiently, “You’re not allowed to guess either. Guys?!”

“You got a boyfriend?” Mariah asks, then gasps as Lilith scowls darkly.

“I am no longer asking any of you!” she exclaims, huffing.

I’d laugh but I haven’t seen her this irked for ages so I simply cough, “Just tell us Lil.”

“Fine!” she grins suddenly, her eyes lighting up to an intense shade of blue, “I’ve met my match!”

Mariah and Tulip shriek and envelop her in hugs as the rest of us cheer, clapping her on the back in congratulations.

“When?” I ask.

“Five months ago. But I only met her two months ago and I wanted to be sure before telling anyone.”

“You could have told us of the possibility!” Mariah complains, sighing.

Five months is a long time to keep something like this hidden, and for someone like Laia, that’s equivalent to centuries. She’s good at keeping the secrets she needs to when it’s important but details of her own life aren’t usually hidden from us because she finds it helpful to tell someone.

“Who is it?” Chris asks, grinning.

“Lesley. She’s so great!”

“When can we meet her?” I ask, seeing Lilith’s extreme excitement.

“I don’t know. Tomorrow, after school?”

“Why not today?” Mariah asks, apparently far too curious to wait even thirty hours for a sighting of this mysterious Lesley. Knowing Mariah, she’ll try and stalk poor Lesley if there isn’t another option.

“She’s got a fencing match.” Lilith explains, getting an appreciative whistle from Chris and Carter, both of them having gone through a fencing phase in the past.

“You’re going to watch her play?” Alonso asks, already guessing the answer.

Lilith grins widely, “Yeah, but my mum says she has to accompany me because she doesn’t know much about Lesley yet.”

I laugh, “Surely you didn’t expect anything else?”

“Oh, shut up Dan.” She chuckles anyway, laughing.

I raise an eyebrow but shrug, just as the bell goes. Groaning, we all prise ourselves off the bench and head to our lessons. I’ve got food technology so I head to the technology block, nodding a goodbye to the others.

Surreptitiously slipping into the line, I pile into my seat along with everyone else, Miss Klutun briefly warning us of possible dangers before we start to make our chocolate nests. They’re more or less an Easter food but we need to spend Easter focusing on the harder, more strenuous cooking rather than making nice things. As we get started, the room explodes into soft chatter, either a reminiscence of holiday gossip or frantic conferring over the ingredients.

Chyna purposely elbows a girl whose name I don’t know as she saunters past and sends the butter that she was picking up flying out of her hands. I swear under my breath as it lands on my head and slides down my face.

Miss Klutun sighs, “Daniel, go fix your head; Natalie, clean up the counter; and Chyna, detention tomorrow lunchtime.”

Apparently Miss Klutun does not tolerate anything below impeccable tolerance in her classroom.

Unfortunately this means I have to go and wash my hair out, something that I know how to do because of my sibling but that I’m not necessarily a huge fan of doing.

Speed-walking to the nearest toilets, I quickly wash out my fringe, groaning and giving up when it reaches the maximum level of curl.

“Stupid butter. Stupid Chyna. Stupid Miss Klutun.” I mutter as I walk back through the empty corridors, then school my expression into one of neutrality as I enter the classroom again.

Obviously, nobody pays that much to attention to me leaving or coming back into the classroom so I can carry on with my chocolate nests. Having put the base and main body of it into the fridge as I made the top layer, I manage to finish them perfectly in time, washing up and all included.

Miss Klutun beams at me, “Well done lad.”

“Dude, those look epic. Trade you?” Harry asks, but once glance at his evidently rushed muffins has me shaking my head and coming up with an excuse.

“Sorry, just enough for the fam.”

“Whatever.” He grins anyway, moving ahead to see Miss Klutun, hopefully about improving his skills.

I place my little nests into the box I brought after refining anything that needed to be, at which point Miss Klutun dismisses us. I precariously balance my folder and pencil case on top of the box, managing to get out of the door before Chyna crashes into me.

I grit my teeth and inwardly groan as everything on top of my folder falls. I wait for her shoes to tap up the stairs before opening my eyes and going to reach down so I can pick up my folders.

But I never get to.

My own shocked face stares back at me through the deepest oceanic eyes on the planet, easily beating the seven seas. A buzzed glow spreads inside of me as I smile widely.

“Hi.” Phil beams as he slips the fallen papers back into my tech folder.

“Hello.” I reply, my mood inexplicably lifted.

Phil’s eyes light up as he glances at the nests but he doesn’t say anything, apparently too polite; I shake my head at him.

“Want to try? You know, as a tester to make sure they’re acceptable.”

I open the lid and he nods sheepishly, “Yeah, thanks Dan.”

He picks one out, takes a small bite, and stares at me while his eyes widen, “They’re amazing!”

“Thanks.” I smile, my face flushing.

Phil smiles and breaks the nest into half, going to hand me the larger half before then realising I can’t take it without dropping something.

Get ready for the aeroplane.

I laugh, then bite into the chocolate nest he’s holding in front of my mouth. The taste of chocolate so rich it’s almost toxic pleasantly overwhelms me for a second before I remember that swallowing is a vital part of digestion.

Phil lets me take the rest of it before grinning, “You’re a great baker.”

There’s not technically any baking involved.

“Eh.” He shrugs comically, making me laugh. I quickly pack my folder and the box away, both of us heading to the swings the long way round. I frown as something dawns on me.

“How’d you know what lesson I had?” I inquire.

He chuckles, “A little birdie told me.”

“The bird whisperer…” I smirk and he nods.

“Yup, that’s it. I am one with the natural world…” he declares, jumping and spinning as he says this, looking so naturally graceful I have to take a moment to recover.

“Phil?” I almost groan, genuinely curious. I don’t make a sarcastic comment in case I offend him, which is not something I plan on doing to someone I’ve looked to as an inspirational beacon of happiness.

He simply laughs, “Lesley told me you told Laia Miss Klutun would let you out to lunch late so I made my deductions.”

“You know Lesley?” I ask, baffled.

“Yeah, she’s in my Psychology, but the year above.”

Year thirteen then. The year where it’s statistically proven matches are hard to find as everyone decides to dye their hair or realises they need contacts. No wonder Laia waited until she was sure before telling us. I realise I may have let the silence stretch too long and look back at Phil, who’s still staring at me with a knowing smile.

“I know Laia, she only just told us Lesley was her match.”

“Oh, nice.” Phil beams, “Mutual friends.”

“More like mutual leverage.” I grin and he laughs, a bright laddered sound that makes me smile to the core. The two of us flop onto the swings, intermittently swaying back and forth. I pull my sleeves over my hands as I debate on whether or not to tell him about my AmazingPhil obsession.

“-okay?”

“What?” I ask, bemused, “Sorry, what?”

“Dan!” he shakes his head, “I asked if you’d like to hang out sometime?”

“Yes!”

His eyes light up as he grins.

“No.”

His face falls as he frowns.

“Wait.”

He raises an eyebrow, still smiling.

If anyone could be arrested for smiling too much, it would be him. Except there’s no way I’d ever let him go to prison.

I shake my head, “I do; I’d like to hang out sometime. Without a doubt, yes. I meant that there’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Okay.” Phil smiles, the shine returning to his eyes as small wrinkles appear in the corners.

“Um, so, I spend a lot of time on the computer.”

“That’s okay, me too.” He stops swinging as I stay silent, “Dan?”

“I, uh, also happen to have watched YouTube and, uh…”

“Dan? Go ahead, what’s up?”

I swallow my hesitation and shut my eyes for a millisecond to steady myself, then turn to Phil, who’s still patiently waiting like an undiscovered angel. Perhaps without the halo and typical white attire.

“Iabsolutelyloveyourchannelandit'sactuallylegitamazing.” I blurt, coughing.

Phil tilts his head to the side as he tries to decipher this, “Dan, could you possible slow that down?”

“I don't…”

Iabsolutelyloveyourchannelandit'sactuallylegitamazing!

You’re thinking just as fast as you were talking. I’m only getting ‘solute’, 'land’ and 'zing’

I absolutely love your channel and it’s actually legit amazing…Phil.

I almost cringe but I can’t take my thoughts back. I can’t retrieve what I’ve thought. What I’ve thought for so long and what I’ll never stop thinking no matter wha-

“Dan!” Phil exclaims, snapping me out of my trance, then stops to consider what I’ve told him, his eyes flickering back and forth as he registers what I’m saying before he smiles a beautiful half-smile, “Since how long?”

The knowledge that he stopped to make sure I was alright before trying to figure out his puzzling thoughts makes me grin so hard that my cheeks hurt.

Danisnotonfire

It seems to dawn on him who I am and his endless eyes widen so much I fear for their safety. He stays alarmingly still for the longest time and I start to panic because he’s barely breathing and I’d rather not he dies due to me watching his videos.

Phil?!

Oh. My. Glob.

Phil?

Sorry. You’ve watched my videos?

“Yeah, and they’re the best thing to ever exist.” I exclaim softly, more relieved than anything that he’s still alive and talking, having recovered from his shock.

“What about me?” he asks quietly.

I gasp, turning to him in alarm, about to launch into the explanation that they’re only amazing because he’s in them, but he just grins and shakes his head, “I know, I get you. Do you like my videos for real then?”

“Yeah. I thought that was pretty obvious?” I grin, referring to the chats and messages we’ve exchanged before.

He nods slowly, then stands up.

Not knowing what he’s doing, I stand up as well. He turns to me with a soft smile on his face before suddenly his arms are around my shoulders and he’s leaning down ever so slightly as I’m enveloped in the incredible, protective bubble of pure Phil.

His hands brushing my back, my arms returning the favour, and his head next to mine with the scent of marshmallow, spice and metallic watermelon along with an unknown comforting warmth, light up the fire in my soul, causing a huge smile to arise on my face.

I hug Phil back, the two of us locked in an embrace of promises, gratitude and acknowledgment until we both have to shift from the pins and needles in the soles of our feet. I can’t differentiate between me and Phil as we untangle, my fingers interlocking with Phil’s like they were designed to fulfil this one act.

“Thanks for watching, Dan.” Phil murmurs, his bright smile permanently residing on his face.

“Thanks for giving me something to watch.” I reply without filtering it.

Phil’s bright laugh assures me I’ve not said something totally ludicrous and I grin, “So, you were talking calling about me yesterday?”

Phil blanches for a moment, then looks at the floor when his face floods with colour in the most adorable way ever, “I hadn’t realised you watched that.”

“I have, and I loved it.”

“I…” his response fizzles out but his smile doesn’t falter.

You don’t know how relieved I am!

I definitely do! What if you’d freaked out that I already know you?!

I’m not going to freak out, don’t worry. I think I’m past that.

Thanks.

“Oi, freaks!” I hear a cold, irritating voice yell.

Phil grimaces at the same time as me, both of us turning to see Will and Luke, the most nefarious matched pair we know in school.

This can’t be good.

like/reblog but don’t repost, thanks!

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OK so here’s my update on Boy, a lot of stuff happened since i said i would update on friday so this is gonna be massive and juicy as hell, shit literally hit the fan yesterday 

so on thursday, i went out for volleyball and he told me to meet at the restaurant where we work at 9pm so me and my friend got there at 9. he was late af. and i asked him when he was planning on coming and he said he would be there soon and he shows up w the girl he was seeing. i can’t say i was surprised because i knew it would happen but it was still :/ anyways, so on the way to the volleyball place, i spill everything that’s been happening to my friend and she told me she was in the same position as i was a few months ago and i was honestly so shook but i had a different outlook on things now because he was literally doing the same thing to her as he was doing to me. 

so when we get to the vball place, it was so awkward and i couldnt even look at Boy properly i felt so weird. so we started playing and me, my friend, and Boy were all on the same team and Boy was hella flirting and being all touchy, and the girl he was seeing apparently didn’t look happy and i sort of backed off because i really like her and she’s too nice for this. 

side note, fake love by drake came on and my friend looked at me and was like “this is a good song right? ;)” and i couldn’t stop laughing. 

so we went to a restaurant afterwards and me and my friend got in on one side and the girl he was seeing got in on the other side and left room for Boy to sit next to her, but he came and sat next to (really close to btw) a different girl (context: this girl is super duper pretty and she just broke up w her bf, so naturally Boy is trying to wheel that lmao) and girl he was seeing (let’s call her Jill, even tho thats not her name) was like “oh, ok” but yeah Boy and other girl were laughing and flirting the whole time we were there

i was pissed, but not pissed that he was flirting with someone else bc i knew he was and i have no right to be pissed about something like that because i was doing this same thing when he was seeing jill. i was more pissed that he was being so blatant about it. like there was no subtlety. so i told my friend i wanted to leave and we left, but they were still sitting hella close together. BUT im not gonna lie and say i wasn’t jealous bc i was, just a lil bit. 

on friday, Boy was texting me and asking me when we were gonna hang out (read: hook up) and i just felt super uncomfortable about the whole situation so i was kind of dodging that question and changing the subject. i guess the best way to put it is that i really really really like talking to him, but i just felt uncomfy about the situation he put me in so i was confused and conflicted. i had kind of made plans with him on saturday night so i told myself i would talk to him about it on saturday night and just spill everything i was feeling. 

on friday night, i was going out to a pub and another friend (lets call her C) who also works with me was going, and she had some experience with Boy so i thought i would tell her everything. anyways, she was being kinda judge-y (which i found so fucking rich bc while she was seeing Boy, she was still banging her ex so) but she ended up confirming that Boy was wheeling the girl he was sitting next to on thursday night, which didnt surprise me. we were kinda on and off talking about it the whole night, and i was in a really vulnerable place because i was so confused about my feelings on this whole thing and i basically laid out everything i was feeling to her. 

i invited Boy to come out but he said no, and i was like ok dude whatever thats your loss, but around midnight when coworkers started showing up at the pub, jill was there. and i was like alright, she doesn’t even really know the birthday girl because birthday girl (aka a close friend of mine) quit right after she started, but the MORE THE MERRIER I GUESS anyways, i got super fuckin turnt like i was drunk off my ass and it was amazingly fun. so close to the end of the night, i got in a table beside jill and asked her how her night was going and she told me she gave her number to the bartender and i was like oh. but i didn’t really say anything about it. when we were leaving, she was on her phone at coatcheck and she seemed MAD like really upset i think because whoever she was calling wasn’t answering the phone. someone mentioned it and it turns out she was calling Boy who told her at one point that he would pick her up from the pub and go back to his place. 

he never ended up answering so she shared a cab with us to go home and she was talking about how mad she was at him and how he committed to picking her up and he broke that, but she also mentioned something about him flirting with other girls and how she deserved better and my drunken mind was like OH SHIT but i kept my mouth shut. so anyway, Boy ended up calling her back but like, they were almost fighting over the phone idk i guess they made plans to meet up somewhere by where her car was parked and when she hung up, she was like “oh he’s gonna get an earful tonight” but i was too drunk and i got dropped off and i literally passed out as soon as i got into bed, and i really couldn’t bring myself to care about Boy at all because i had such a great night. 

so saturday rolls along, and i wake up feeling so good. like im in the best mood i have been in a while. but of course, since my work can suck balls sometimes, that good mood was ruined so quickly on in the night. first of all people were being assholes and it was super busy, but shit l i t e r a l l y hit the fan. so C and Boy were arguing and when C stormed off (partially bc she was mad and partially bc she had tables to serve) i asked Boy what that was all about. he wasn’t really mad, but he came up close to me and was like “actually, you got me in trouble too, bc you talked to C and C talked to Jill” and it was like steam actually shot out of my ears i was FURIOUS i was literally the most angry i had ever been in my life, but it was too busy for me to confront her about it

so i was trying to avoid Boy, and i think near the end of the night when he actually had time to notice that i had been avoiding him, i think he knew i felt awkward so he tried to make convo and stuff. but yeah, when it finally died down, C was standing off to the side so i flat out asked her why she told Jill when i asked her not to. she said that she thought it was in Jill’s best interest to say something to her and also she didn’t want me getting hurt. i was so angry because i trusted her and she literally told the one person i needed her not to tell just 5 hours later. she told Jill about me and the other girl, which is super annoying. it was none of her fucking business and not in her place to get involved at all. she took a situation that was admittedly bad, but SMALL, and turned it into something much larger than it needed to be. 

so yeah, i kinda had plans with Boy last night, but i needed to talk to a friend so i asked if she wanted to go for dinner and while we were making plans, Boy comes up and is like “oh you’re going for dinner” while kinda side-eyeing me and my friend turned to me and was like “is ____ allowed to come?” and i was like yeah sure because i was gonna talk to my friend about the situation and he’s literally involved so i wouldn’t be telling my friend anything he didn’t already know

and then the other girl he was talking to ended up coming as well which was fucking hilarious to me i was like dang why don’t we just invite Jill too and really make it a party. what was really funny though was that we were all talking about being mad at C but not really going into why we were mad but we all knew and it was the weirdest few hours of my life

but jill messaged me this morning a long paragraph and we talked things out and basically she’s not mad at me and she just wants the whole thing to be over, which i’m relieved about because i do too. like this is the first time im involved in a work drama situation and its really weird and i dont like it but luckily nobody knows except for the people who were involved which im happy about. 

so yeah. that was my weekend. idk if things with Boy are like... Over but i guess i’ll update if need be. 

i really don’t know how i feel about all of this, on one hand im relieved everything is out in the open but on the other hand i feel like it opened a can of worms that i really didnt want to see, you know? anyways yeah, thats pretty much it.