#OH GOD [loses my shit laughing/cringing ] “Oh— oh ouch. No no no— I’m not laughing at you I just— I like your actor…

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[plush-rabbit]

Can I Ask You Something?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

You were online a week later.

It was a boring day, with a slow start and by night, you were starting to feel restless, your feet bouncing and an empty bag of chips rests on your nightstand. You were itching for something to do, anything to distract but no show or game could hold your attention. You throw your head back and gnaw at your bottom lip.

Your fingers tap against the keyboard, and with a glance at the time, you pull up the calendar for the group time slots and with a fairly positive outlook that that you wouldn’t run into the other team members, you booted up the game, and started a simple mission but even then your attention couldn’t be held. The game had already lost its spark for you.

You admit that you reacted childishly in response to being yelled at. You were always sensitive, you cried too much and took everything personally even if you tried not to but for some reason it just hit different when he had yelled at you.

You were so angry with him at the time. But when you awoke the next day, you were angry with yourself. You made that dumb post and now you had to hold off for a month to show that his words didn’t hurt you- you had a point to prove, you didn’t want to seem as someone who reacted so childishly.

You thought you would miss the game but having not played for a period of time, you were starting to enjoy your time. You slept a bit earlier, your back wasn’t sore from hunching over and you had started to pick up old hobbies that you dropped when you got sucked into this game. Picking it back up, the game no longer felt the same. You remember you could get lost in this game for hours, you liked the customization options, the weapons, and the soundtrack was pretty good, but for now as you wandered around a forest, looking for a crystal that wouldn’t be of any real use to you seeing as you had already decided to quit the game for good, you were grateful for the distraction.

But as the clock ticked on, you had already grown bored, feeling your joints become sore and a headache forming. You were about to exit out of the game and pray that none of the members would see that you were active but then a ‘ding’ startled you awake. You peeked at the corner of the screen, a familiar icon popping up. You frowned, your shoulders slumped and you debated with yourself on whether you should open the message or not but your curiosity won over.

<Tomaraki>

>Are you quitting the game or not?

“Blunt as always,” you thought to yourself, your fingers already typing at the keyboard.

<User_Name>

>Yeah:P

His reply came a second later.

<Tomaraki>

>Why?

You wanted to type, “Why do you care?” You really did. You had the words on screen, the cursor blinking back at you, but you couldn’t force yourself to press the ‘Enter’ key. The corner of your mouth twitched and you backspaced, the message disappearing and replaced by another.

<User_Name>

>I don’t know. I’m kinda sick of it, you know? The user base is p toxic and I know that can be said for most games but I don’t know┐(´～｀)┌

>Plus after taking a break and coming back to it,,, the game doesn’t feel the same anymore

>I’m kind of bored of it

<Tomaraki>

>That’s stupid

You let of a scoff, rolling your eyes at his answer.

<User_Name>

>I have been known to be pretty dumb

>I’m sure you’ve called me stupid before too lol

You watch as the three dots bubble up and down the screen, signifying his reply is being typed out and having no other form of entertainment, you take in a deep breath and with butterflies flapping around in your stomach, you type out more before he can reply to your original message.

>Will you be fine without me?

>You won’t miss your bestest pal uwu

On the other side of the screen, Shigaraki narrows his eyes. His eyes shine dangerously, and he’s positive if you knew who were talking to, you’d be shaking and begging for you life. Or perhaps you’d be dead. He’s not sure.

<Tomaraki>

>I have better ‘friends’ than you

“Ouch.” You cringe inwardly. “Strike one.”

<User_Name>

>Wow, rude much??

>Well if I’m quitting, do you want my stuff? I’ve racked up a decent amount of gold and other stuff:P

“I sound like I’m dying and writing my will, stop being weird about it. You never even meet the dude,” you mumble to yourself, grateful that the voice chat function was off. “Oh my god. He could be like super old or something”

<Tomaraki>

>Does it look like I take handouts?

“Is that a strike two?” You chewed on the idea of your cheek. “If I have to ask, it probably was.”

<User_Name>

Can I ask you something?

<Tomaraki>

You just did

<User_Name>

:////

You were about to type out your question, the four words staring back at you unblinking. It would be weird, right? Of course it would be. And even if you did ask him that, the odds of him accepting would be slim. Plus, if he did reject, that would be strike three and you really didn’t want to strike out so much.

<Tomaraki>

>Well?

<User_Name>

>Um,,,

>How old are you?

You threw your head into your hands and let out an agonized moan. Maybe you should just delete your account now. You don’t even know the guy’s name and he doesn’t know yours. So you could just delete your account and that would be it. You’d never have to speak to him ever again.

<Tomaraki>

>You’re weird

You start laughing.

<User_Name>

>Says the guy who would tell other players to be careful who they’re talking to

>Who are you? Light Yagami?

<Tomaraki>

>That’s a shit reference

<User_Name>

>You got it tho

>(ʃƪ¬‿¬)

<Tomaraki>

>Why do you want to know?

“You have nothing to lose really,” you try to convince yourself as a way to just get to talk to him more.

<User_Name>

>I don’t know

>After a while, I always thought of you as a friend

>The other members sorta liked me, but I think it was more of them putting up with me

>But I thought we were beginning to form a friendship so I don’t know

>I guess a dumb part of me thought we could’ve been friends outside of the game:P

Shigaraki stares at the screen in disbelief. You must not have much or any friends at all if you thought he was being friendly. He’s positive that he would kill you if he knew you in real life. Probably right away if he met you on the street or maybe he’d take you as a hostage. He’s sure that he’d kill you but now he’s not sure when.

<Tomaraki>

>You really are dumb

<User_Name>

>I can’t tell if you mean it or not

>Knowing you, you probably do

>Can I say good-bye to you? Like facecam wise?

He’d kill you on sight.

<User_Name>

>You don’t have to turn your camera on!! I guess, as my last like dumb wish, I wanna say bye?

>Pleaseee（/｡＼)

>I’ll promise to log out afterwards

Shigaraki stares at your messages, trying to gauge at what you’re trying to get at. Do you really want to just say bye? Who the hell gets so emotional in a fucking game? But he would be lying is he said he wasn’t at least a bit curious to see what you look like. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll be attractive and he could probably jerk at the thought of you before he goes to bed.

<Tomaraki>

>I’m not showing my face

You smile at his answer. It’s the best that you were hoping for and you start to brush your hair out of your face, checking the mirror on your nightstand to see if you look presentable.

<User_Name>

>Fine by me

>It’ll be quick, promise:)

And soon he’s staring at the pop-up screen asking if he’d like to request a video call from you. He’s tempted to click no. He cranes his head behind him and once he’s certain that the door is closed, he accepts your call.

You pop up on screen. You’re cute, that’s as much as he’s willing to admit. You adjusting yourself, putting a strand of hair behind your ear before you realize that the call has been accepted. You look startled, and a shade of pink fills in your cheeks. You giggle nervously, waving a hand at the screen.

“Ahaha, hi!” You giggle nervously and he’s pretty sure you’re already regretting this decision. “So like I promised to keep this short and all, so I will.” You looked determined; you stand a bit straighter and take in a deep breath. You remind him of an anime character, someone with exaggerated movements and he’s positive that you’ve confessed your feelings to someone before in that same action.

“Now, now,” his voice freezes you in place, he reminds me you of snake, slithering towards their unassuming prey and you’re pretty sure that’s what he’s trying to convey, “what’s the rush? I thought we were “bestest friends”.” His voice is sickly sweet, taunting you with words that you’ve spoken. His words make you nervous, your hands clenching together and your stomach forming knots.

And suddenly it’s clicked in your mind that he wants to make you feel uncomfortable. He’s probably getting off at the thought of it. And while he is succeeding at that, you don’t want to lose whatever game he’s playing.

“Ha! You admitted it.” You swallow the lump in your throat and flex your fingers. “Okay bestie,” the way you say the word is like you’re trying to bait him into something, and even you’re not sure what you’re leading him into, “I gotta ask. Are you an old man? You sound kind of creepy. Not like a pervy creepy but like you’re gonna kidnap me and murder me in your basement kind of creepy.”

He laughs and you decide that you want to hear more of it- even if it does sound eerie.

“Do me a favor? If you do end up kidnapping me, can you at least bring me a smoothie from BlueBird’s?” You test out your luck, hoping that he’ll play along so you’re not the only talking and maybe it’ll disrupt whatever ruse he was planning.

“What flavor?” He sneered, playing at this sick roleplay that you made up.

You smiled brightly, as if you had gotten one over him, and surprisingly, he didn’t hate your smile. He’s seen all sorts of smiles directed towards him- crazed, trying to get into his good graces, smiles that held murderous intent but yours just looked happy, happy that you were talking to him. Illuminated by a yellow glow, his sneer looks more twisted, his upper lip curling in a twisted way and crimson eyes narrowed with revulsion.

“Mango, please and thank you.” You nodded your head, your smile wasn’t gentle as it was before, it was now playful, as if you wanted to continue this whole kidnapping scenario. He wanted to see how long this conversation would go before you said goodbye. For good. “Anyways, I said I’d make this quick and I will. I—”

“I’m not an old man.”

You laughed at his answer, covering your smile with your hand, and you looked up at him, your eyes brimming with mischief and excitement.

“Okay. And I’m not some elderly person either.”

“Yeah dumbass, I can see that.”

You crossed your arms and you continued to smile at him. “I get that we’re besties and all, but do you really have to keep insulting me?” You pouted your lips, before they broke out into a toothy smile, it was a bit forced but it was only to show that you were joking around with him.

“Is there any other type of friendship?” He genuinely sounded a bit curious.

“Mm, maybe?” You tilted you head to the side and he had a fleeting thought that you reminded him of a cat. “I mean, when I’m with my friends, we joke a lot but we don’t really insult each other too often.” You frowned a bit, your eyebrows furrowed before returning to the screen, giving out a half smile and shrugging your shoulders. “Thin skin, I guess.” A pause was in the air, too uncomfortable for your liking. “Are your friendships like that? Insulting, I mean.”

He hesitated for a second before replying, his voice drenched in fake nonchalance, “That’s a dumb question.”

You took that as a clue to not dwell on the subject any longer. You nodded to yourself forgetting that you were screen, only to hear him chortle on the other side.

“Are you agreeing that it’s a dumb question?”

You stretched your mouth into a nervous smile, heat lighting your cheeks as you racked your brain for a solid excuse on why you nodded to yourself. “Um, yeah?” You didn’t sound confident in the slightest but Shigaraki was curious on how you would save your own skin this time even if this conversation was rather dull. “Like, I guess it would make sense that you said that.” You brought your hands up, and shrugged them, your fingers curling inwards. “It was you who like really enforced the rule about not talking about your personal life so it makes sense that you wouldn’t want to talk about your IRL friend groups.” You leaned further back, your pillows providing comfort against the hard wood that was your bed frame.

No noise came from him other than that of fabric being moved around and scratching at the microphone. “Did you really just say ‘IRL’ instead of ‘in real life’?” He sounded smug about it, as if he had proof that you were a total dweeb. “I never took you for one of those people.” He said ‘those people’ as if it left a sour taste in his mouth.

You let out a nervous laugh, before it grew into a snicker with your eyes shut. “First of all, ‘IRL” is faster to say compared to ‘in real life’ so jot that down. Second of all,” you tilted your chin upwards, giving you a false sense of superiority, “you’re the only always going on about “eat shit and die” and “suck my dick”,” your voice dropped an octave, a poor imitation of the man who hide behind a black screen. “So if I’m one of those people, then you’re like the poster boy of a gamer gatekeeper.”

“It’s not my fault other players are shit.” He breathed out.

“Oh yeah, the other players are shit; it totally isn’t you acting better than everyone.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, your tone teasing.

“I’m glad you agree,” he replied, letting out huffs of air through his nose.

It grew silent once more, and this time you weren’t uncomfortable with it, it had actually felt nice. Comfortable, even. Well at least as comfortable as it could get when you couldn’t see the other game but he could see you and all your mannerisms. You clasped your hands together, intertwining them, your attention focused on the black that took up nearly all of your screen, save for your own square that held you on the left hand corner.

“I think,” you started out, the words heavy on your lips, “I think I’m ready to say goodbye.” Once you started, you couldn’t stop. A part of you wished he would interrupt and maybe ask for your email or phone number so you could continue to keep in contact, but you knew that wouldn’t happen. Whatever this was, this odd one-sided friendship, stayed and died here. “It was fun talking to you. Even if you were a dick.” You gave the man a smile, you hoped that it was seen as happy, teasing one. “I liked this one-sided friendship. Even if it hadn’t lasted for long.” You bite down on your lips, your teeth dragging against your dry, bottom lip and you reached over to your nightstand, grabbing your chapstick, rubbing the tube with your fingers before clenching it in one hand. “It was nice knowing you Tomaraki. Take care, okay?”

You didn’t wait for his reply- you knew that you wouldn’t get one. You scrolled your mouse of to the telephone outline, and as you were about to click it, his voice rasped out, telling you to wait. Startled you pulled back, the mouse jerked downwards, moving past the outline and you stared at him, eyes wide and head cocked to the side, waiting for him to speak further.

He hadn’t known why he shouted for you to wait. He didn’t even want to talk to you in the first place, it was your promise that you would leave him alone that even convinced him to accept your request but here he was, barking at you to wait as you stared at him with owlish eyes and a closed mouth as you gave him the floor to speak. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know why he sounded so frantic at the thought of you leaving and then quitting the game, any form of communication getting erased within minutes.

“I,” he started out, grateful that the screen was black on his end, his hands coming up to pick at his neck, “What’s that?” He was going to kick himself later, he was sure of it.

You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing before landing on the tube in your hand. “This?” You held the tube upright, a confused smile gracing your features. “It’s chapstick. It’s uh-” you turned the tube over, looking for the label where it stated its flavor- “It’s vanilla honey flavored.” You opened the tube and rubbed the chapstick on your lips, smacking them together. “Why? You looking for recommendations?”

He decided to go for a truth, knowing that it wouldn’t give anything away. “I have dry lips.”

“Oh.” You pursed your lips, and you scratched at the area where your jawline meets your neck. “I’m not knowledgeable about the different types of chapsticks, I usually like to get the ones that have a nice flavor. I had this peppermint one but I lost it. Are you drinking enough water? That should help too. You could also try lip scrubs. You don’t have to buy them, you could always make them at home but you’d need brown sugar for a rougher feel.” You rambled on, moving your hands around, and his eyes stayed trained at your moving hands, your voice growing distant. He could only hum in response as you continued to talk and mention stores that sold lip scrubs.

“Uh, Toma? You there?” You asked, your hands clenching and bringing them closer to your chest.

He raised his eyebrows at the sound of a nickname. “Toma?”

“Hah, uh yeah. Tomaraki is too long, I mean unless you want me to call you something else?” You seemed invested with continuing the conversation and he could understand why. You always craved attention- always undermined your skills, all so someone could praise you. But why did he want to continue this conversation? Was it simply because he had someone talk to him about mundane things, things that didn’t carry so much weight? Was it because you treated him as if he were a person first, rather than a villain?

“No. No I don’t mind.” His voice came out softer than he expecting, than you were expecting given that your eyes widen, your mouth pulled into an ‘o’ shape before you smiled gently at him, your lips turning slightly upwards.

“Okay.” You held your breath for a second. “Do you wanna call me by my name?” Your voice was soft, matching his tone from earlier.

He wanted to snap at you, asking why he would even want to but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t know how to answer you without snapping. But you took pity on him, his silence deafening and you told him your name, you voice sweet and heating him up from within, the heat pooling in his stomach before travelling upwards into his chest, a momentary blast of warmth before it faded away. He tested your name on his tongue, the word heavy and foreign on his tongue. He repeated your name, the odd feeling being replaced by familiarity.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” You smiled, your tone playful but still soft, as you sank deeper into your mattress, your legs aching in protest from being in a still position for so long.

He didn’t have a comeback. He remained silent, repeating your name in his head, the tone of your voice when you asked him if he had wanted to know and when you spoke it, invading all of his thoughts.

“You know,” you started out, stifling a yawn behind a hand, “if you had wanted to continue this conversation you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind talking to you.”

“You’re tired.” He opted to avoid confirming or denying your accusation.

“It’s late, of course I’m tired.” He suddenly took notice of the way your eyes were starting to droop, how your eyes would widen, forcing them to stay open.

“You should go to bed.” His voice was stiff, he didn’t want to continue this conversation but he saw you frown, your lips downturned, noticing the difference in tone but you quickly smiled, any features of disappointment being erased.

“But this conversation was just getting good,” You whined, another yawn coming out, tears pricking your eyes. “Hey, I got a dumb idea,” you said.

“All your ideas are dumb,” he muttered underneath his breath, missing the fall of your face that disappeared before he could turn back.

“You want my number?” You ran a hand through your hair, swallowing deeply, your mouth suddenly dry and the chapstick on your lips too heavy. “If you want, of course. You don’t have to exchange yours. But you aren’t obligated to reply to me either. Obviously.”

He hesitated to answer; both to see you squirm in your seat but also because he was unsure. Did he want to continue this friendship that would only end sour, that wouldn’t progress further than what it already was. He reasoned to himself that if the friendship was going to stay stagnated, what was the harm of saying yes? What was the harm of talking to you a bit longer?

He nodded his head, only to realize that you couldn’t see him. The only reason you weren’t reporting him to the police, calling and screaming for heroes was because you couldn’t see him. A hand reached over to grab Father, his other hand tugging at the skin on his neck, feeling the cold air of the room sting at the raw flesh. Your reaction to his answer gave him an odd sense of pride on how you had swelled up, giving him a wide grin, the smile reaching your eyes and you sat up straighter, asking him if he was ready and you began to tell him your phone number, repeating it to make sure he had gotten it down correctly, the grin on your lips never leaving.

Ten minutes later, your account was deleted, all assets transferred over to Toma. Your eyes burned with sleep, the blankets on top of you suddenly weighed a ton, and right before you gave in to sleep, butterflies slowly started to form in your stomach.

In a dark room, only lit up by the screen of his phone, Shigaraki stays up, his eyes burning with the need for sleep as he just stares blankly at the your number. He wonders to himself why he had even agreed to accept your number, but he couldn’t go back in time and reject your offer- the most he could do was not message you. He closed his eyes, his mind drifting back and forth between ignoring you tomorrow or attempt to have a conversation with you.

Tagged:

@rogueofbullshit

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Would you be willing to write a scenario about Kai's s/o going in to labor and the delivery? Maybe just Kaito?

Lets give plague doctor more heart attacks :D

Honestly? You deserved at minimun a pat on your back, because carrying a child is not easy... and aparently carrying a Chisaki inside you was equal to hell.

Deadly cramps, torturous nauseas and dear lord even comenting the word 'peas' left you wanting to pull all of your stomach out.... all of this for exactly seven months and a half already.

The baby was surely a fighter. His kicks were dead ass strong and ever time it was a bad one, you would wince in pain while supporting yourself on somewhere.

This baby was going to knock you out at some point...

Ever time Kai notice that this was happening he would place his entire gloved and scold his unborn child.

'Not even in here and are already causing trouble brat? Be good to your mother or we might have trouble.'

It was always in that same no emotions present tone of voice of his but you could see the genuine adoration in those usual cold golden eyes.

Although today you were feeling quite... normal.

No deadly kicks, neither the urge to puke ans surprisingly your feets weren't sore!

What a great day!

You got up from your chair to grab something to eat as you carresed slightly your belly on the way.

Although when you were already half the hall you started to feel dizzy and had to support yourself omwith one hand on the wall.

"Woah not looking great there miss. You good?" You heard Mimic's voice but when you looked down you just saw a black blur.

"Y-Yeah..." you took a shaky step "I guess."

"You guess?" Mimic spoke in sarcasm while Chrono coincidentally entered. Irinaka pointed to you for Kurono to see as he also made a slightly concerned face.

Before the man could ask what was going on, you felt as if a hammer had hit you in the gut while you howled in pain, no longer holding back the discomfort or the recent, unbearable pain.

Chrono and Mimic were immediately on your side when you almost fell to the ground. In your mind passes a thought that scared you to no ends and just to confirm you lowered your hand lower to push it back to see that your terrors were true.

Blood and other fluid... your water bag broke... The baby was coming earlier.

You let out a bloody scream at seing this and another joilt of pain came into you.

"ShIT ShE'S DyInG?!"

"Of course fucking not Irinaka! Shut up!" Chrono went to lend you a shoulder but you stopped him.

"K-Kurono... P-Please... K-Kai.. H-Here." You said between breaths, trying to stal calm since you knew this was going to stress the fuck out of everyone... especially Chisaki.

Hari didn't even objected and ran looking for Chisaki as Irinaka came back into his human form to at least see if it helps.

"Breath chick, you're a fucking fighter to carry that little shit."

"MIMIC!" you shouted and the man apologized at seing the anger in your eyes.

~

Chisaki was currently looking at the medicals exams of his unborn son along with the first ultrasound picture. The boy was going to be here soon and after a very long time he felt anxious.

He flinched at the way the door of his office hitted the wall as Chrono shouted his name.

"What the hell Chrono? Lost your manners?" He said darkly while placing the documents inside of his drawer.

"(Y/N)." He said while pointing at your direction "She's bleeding."

In one blink of Kurono's eyes Chisaki was already running through the house while placing his mask up.

Shit. What had happened?! Were you okay?!

"Angel." He called, ignoring his horror at seing the state you were in, and kneeled on the floor.

"Baby... coming." You breath out while jolting in pain again.

Damn those contractions

He cringed at your whines but ignored his own discomfort and scooped you up in his arms in bridal style as he shouted for a precept to clean ths mess as long for Chrono to get the fuck in the car.

Mimic swore he saw the walls trembling.

~

"Count to ten angel." He said monoustly but the way his hands tremble slightly and the hint of desperation in his eyes told everthing.

You screamed as the car suddenly roughly spun aside, the last drop of patience on your husband completely gone.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT CHRONO?!"

"IM SORRY BUT A GUY ALMOST HITTED THE FUCKING CAR AND COULD HAVE KILLED US YOU KNOW?!" Poor Hari was consumed by both you and Overhaul's desperation.

"Oh my god both oF YOU SHUT UP!" You shouted causing both of them to be completly silent all the ride to the hospital.

He was going to talk to you about that later, but maybe it was a understatement since you were giving birth at this point.

~

Kurono had to hold back Chisaki when a bunch of nurses just pulled you out of Kai's arms and a doctor told him to wait outside.

His wife was giving birth to his soon son and he was supposed to wait OUTSIDE YOU FILFH UNPROFESSIONAL BASTARD?!

When a nurse came to Chrono, asking for him to get out of the room since only it was allowed the father, he arched one eyebrow at her and pointed with his palm at a very furious Chisaki, silently saying 'Im the one keeping the beast calm, you sure about that?'.

The nurse just gave him a apologetic look before, with the nerves on their skin of talking to a dangerous man of the yakusa, calling Overhaul.

The way Chisaki looked at them could be described as murderous and if he had a laser vision quirk the poor nurse would be already dead on the spot.

"I-I'm sorry! But you can enter now." She bowed apologetically while indicating the door for Chisaki.

He didn't even acknowledge her as he entered the room abruptly, ignoring many looks of the doctors and just making a bee line at you.

Despite your eyebags and squirming in pain figurine, you still manage to look angelic... just incredible.

"Angel, it's almost over." He said monoustly, a mix of pain and relief at seing the way you opened your eyes.

"Kai..." you whispered while crying... your hand desperately hilding the bed sheets as you cried out...

"Dad hold her hand!" A male nurse suggested and you almost laughed if it wasn't for the torturous pain you were in.

Someone was trying to give others to Chisaki? Your Chisaki Kai? Great joke.

Chisaki narrowed his eyes at the man befofe cringing at seing you crying again... you were in so much pain but yet refused to just grab his hand because you knew him.

He suddenly left to a quick bathroom and picked a hand sanitizer and a handkerchief.... the scene was almost comic to the doctors and nurses. A soon to be father wipping his wife's hand before holding it onto his gloved one.

"You don't change do you?" You whispered while smilling at him, pure appreciation and love on your eyes as you looked into those beautiful golden ones that you had fallen with.

"Why should I?" He said monotonously but you could see the hints of a smile behind that black face mask of his.

His hand suddenly cracked at your strenght as you turned your head away from him to muffle your screams.

...ouch.

The doctors were surprised because they LISTENED to his hand cracking and he was just... there. He suddenly glared at them with pire hate as his words spilled from his kouth like venom.

"Bunch of incompetents, my wife is having a kid and you just stand there without doing nothing? Move and help her before I lose my pacience bunch of filfh." They flinched before returning to their activities whiel Kai scoffed 'sicks' under his breath.

Your screams had stopped and your grip on his hand released, putting the pieces together he looked up and saw a tiny creature on the arms of one nurse.

"You did it." He amused out loud while you only let out a sleep deprived 'yay' before closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

He picked the handkerchief and wiped your forehead gently before looking down at you.

"You're sweaty..."

"No shit sherlock I just gave birth." You said between breaths and giggles receiving a pinch on your arm along with a scoff of his.

"W-Why isn't he crying?" You suddenly breath out.

Shit. Is true. He haven't heard his son cries. He looked uo already with anger before he saw the doctor bringing a white blanket and handing rubbing the face of your new born to you.

"See mommy? Your baby is fine." He felt butterflies forming inside his stomach at seing the little boy face in contact with yours... you smilling tiredly but still manage to open your eyes to look at your son.

"Kaito... is so nice to meet you.." you teared up at seing your baby for the first time... he had his father looks.

He punched his chest to prevent any hints of despicable tears fron falling from his eyes but it was really damn difficult... Luckily he managed to stay with his stoic face at least.

The moment though he saw you closing your eyes he internally panicked.

"Angel." He grabbed your face and shook slightly, checking your pulse with his other hand and sighing in relief at feeling your heartbeat on his fingers.

"She is just tired, will come back as soon as she recuperates... would you like to hold your son mister?"

He eyed the doctor in suspicion before choosing to only look at his son, eyes secretly telling how much he was willing to do for this little one already.

"Place him on the crib for now. I want my wife to see the scene, she wouldn't leave me alone after knowing that I holded my son without her seing it." He spoke crudely amd coldly at the doctor bit they didn't seemed to mind at first.

The doctor nodded in understatement before placing the kid carefilly down on the crib, right besides Kai as he sitted on the edge of the bed... holding your hand in his gloved ones.

He took a glance at his sleeping son and decided to just carres the tip of his thumb on the chubby cheek.

He swore the kid just smiled at the contact... a simple contact... but it was rather a nice feeling.

"I made this brat..." he mused out loud for himself before smirking down at his son and bringing your freahly washed head to rest on him instead of the pillows of the hospital.

"Welcome to this world... Chisaki Kaito."

[headoverhiddles]

Too Good To Be True - Tommy Devito x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Much to his annoyance, you teach your boyfriend the art of delayed gratification. 

Notes: Requested by anon! Hope you like it, this has been a long time coming. 

First gif belongs to vicious-thrash.

Tommy’s car radio plays softly as he pulls up in front of your house.

You’re just too good to be true  

Can’t take my eyes off of you

“It was a good night, baby,” he says, killing the gas. You smile.

“It was, wasn’t it?”  

“I had fun. Lot of fun.” His eyes shift to you, then descend. “You know what would make it even better?”

“What?” His hand falls from the steering wheel to your knee, and starts to feel up a little higher. He does this every time; there’s no sense of mystery or allure in your flirtation anymore.  “Baby, not tonight.”

“What?” he moans, “Baby—baby aw, listen—”

“Tommy, I’m tired. I gotta headache, alright?”

“A headache? Probably all the booze you drank back there.”

“Let me sleep it off, will you?”

“You at least got a kiss me? For your boyfriend?” You lean over to kiss him. He watches you leave out the window, whistling at your skirt riding up .

“Hey! Thursday night, the Pink Flamingo?!”

“I’ll call you.”

“I’m buyin’ of course!”

“Goodnight, Tommy!” His eyes narrow as he gets the engine running, and as he pulls away, Franki Valli continues to croon.

I love you, baby

And if it’s quite alright, I need you baby—

“Ah, shut up,” Tommy growls, and smacks his radio silent.

---

“And then she said—get this fellas—she said she had a headache.”

“Ooh,” Jimmy cringes. “Mmhm. The headache line.”

“What do you mean?” Henry frowns. “Karen tells me that all the time.”

“You poor bastard. I’m sure she does, I’m sure you get fed that shit all the time,” Jimmy smirks, rustling his shoulder. Tommy sighs as he tips back another shot.

“I just don’t understand it. It was going so well, too. Women don’t do that shit to me. They just don’t!”

“Yeah, cause they’re fuckin’ scared you’ll whack ‘em!” Henry laughs.

“I’d never kill a girl,” Tommy retorts, “Especially not (y/n). She’s my one, you know? Maybe she really was tired, I dunno...”

“Nah, nah nah,” Jimmy shakes his head. “Something’s fishy. There’s gotta be something going on here. Women start losing interest in sex, there’s something that needs to be addressed.”

“I mean, was she really losing interest? She was goin’ down on me like there was no fuckin’ tomorrow last week, I can’t imagine her flipping on me like this.”

“You never know with women,” Henry sighs, taking a sip of his whiskey. Jimmy jerks a thumb his way.

“Sage over here. Fuckin’ wise guy.”

Tommy bursts into laughter, and Henry goes red as he ordered more drinks. As the laughter dies down, Tommy shakes his head. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna lose her, but she seemed pretty pissed.”

“Were you pushing it on her?”

“Nah, of course not! I stopped when she said she was tired. I complained, but hey, my dick was hard, y’know?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s just the kind of thing I’ve come to expect.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

“What fuckin’ problem?”

“The monotony of it all.”

“The monotony of fucking me?”

“The same way, when she comes to expect it too, yeah. Variety is the spice of life,” Jimmy says, lighting up a cigarette. Tommy waves his hand.

“What am I supposed to do, offer to spank her? Geez, she’s always climbing me like a tree after I take her out.”

“A short tree,” Henry quips. Tommy slaps the drink out of the younger man’s hand, and slaps him in the face too.

“I’ll shoot your fucking kneecaps off so you can join me, how ‘bout that wise guy?”

“Ouch, fuck Tommy...” Henry laughs, “I’m just breakin’ your balls!”

“Hey. He’s just breaking your balls,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you both. Anyways. I don’t know what to do.”

“Give her a call, see what she says,” Jimmy tells him.

“What, do you think I’m fuckin’ stupid? She’s not gonna answer if she’s pissed.”

“Have you tried?” Henry asks.

Tommy crosses his arms.

---

“I don’t know what you see in that guy,” your childhood best friend says. You and Joni had been sharing a house for a few years now, and though you loved her dearly, she had a tendency to stick her nose into your business.

“I love him,” you say simply. She rolls the paint roller you two are painting your living room with as she gets ready for the base coat. Hair tied up in a knotted bandana, you’re painting tiny details over the base coat, little purple flowers over the cream.

“I don’t know, (y/n). He runs with the wrong circle, I seen him before, you know he—”

“I’m well aware of what he does.”

“You wanna be one of those wives?” She makes a face. “All pearls, diamond necklaces and tight dresses while their men go out and shoot each other?”

“So what if I do?” you ask playfully, dipping the paintbrush again. Joni just puts up her hands, smiling.

“No skin off my nose! I just worry about you, is all.”

“And I worry about you,” you tease, “You’re dating a banker who has sex on a schedule. What could be more boring than that?” The two of you burst into giggles, and you start to think of Tommy. It hadn’t been ideal, leaving the last date on the note you had, but you wanted Tommy to learn a lesson. Sometimes, it was more fun to wait.

Your rotary phone rings.

“I’ll get it,” you say, setting your paintbrush down and wiping your hands. Lifting up the receiver, you see who it is. “Hello?”

“Baby, it’s me.” You smile. You knew he’d call.

“Hey Tommy,” you say, twirling the chord. Your friend makes a face.

“You’re probably his one phone call from jail,” she hisses.

“What’s that frump saying about me now?”

“Hm? Oh, she just says hi.” You grin.

“Listen, (y/n). I, uhh... just wanted to check up on you after the other night. I hope I didn’t upset you. You’re my girl, you know.”

You keep the charade going-- he’d thank you eventually. “Oh, I know, Tommy. Things are fine. I’m just...”

“...What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Nah, wanna discuss it over drinks? Milkshakes even. Hm? Lemme buy you a cute little milkshake, alright?”

“I’m painting the house,” you tell him. “Sorry, baby.”

“Aww...” He’s quiet for a minute. “You sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, Tommy. I gotta go, okay?”

He sighs. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Love you.”

“Sure. Love you too.”

---

Back in the bar, Tommy feels like hitting his head against the wall.

“I just don’t know what to do! I don’t know what I did wrong! She’s talkin’ to me all weird, I can’t understand it. Maybe it’s another guy. If it’s another guy, I’ll shatter his skull.”

“It’s not another guy,” Henry mutters.

“How the fuck do you know?”

“Cause (y/n) is loyal to a fault! The way she looks at you? That’s not a woman who throws her pussy around when you’re not looking. She adores you, Tommy.”

“A keeper,” Jimmy nods. Tommy sighs, taking some comfort in this.

“Yeah.”

“Flowers,” Jimmy suggests.

“Flowers?”

“Yeah. Go to her house, tell her you’re sorry, and give her some nice-smelling flowers. She’ll be in your pants in minutes.”

“Yeah...” Tommy nods, “Yeah, alright.”

---

Sherry baby

(Sherry baby)

Sherry, can you come out tonight?

(Come, come, come out tonight)

The doorbell goes. You look up from your book, turn your small radio down, and frown. Was Joni home from a night on the town this early? Sighing, you bookmark your page. It had been nice to have the house to yourself while it lasted. It was an opportunity to walk around the place half naked in the little lilac nightgown Tommy had bought you. That got you imagining what it’ll be like one day to live with Tommy, in some mansion somewhere. Joni complained about the danger of it all, but you’re sure she wouldn’t turn down a life of spontaneity like that if she had the choice.

You grin to yourself as you put on a housecoat, and walk over to the door. You open it.

“Tommy,” you say. It’s a little surprising to see your love standing there like this on your porch at 10 pm.

“Hey, baby.” He gives you a lopsided smile, and hands you some flowers. You blush, and let him in.

“Aw, look! They match the painting I’ve done on the walls. You’re sweet, you shouldn’t have.” You set them on the table, making a mental note to get a vase later.

“Nah, nah. You deserve ‘em. I wanted you to know how special you are to me... how much I don’t wanna lose you.”

You bite your lip. “Yeah?” You let one shoulder of the housecoat slide down your arm. His eyes gravitate down.

“What’ve you got on under there, baby?” He starts to smile, that lascivious grin. “Huh? What’s that?”

“Look familiar? Recognize it?” you tease, letting the rest of the housecoat drop. He shakes his head, whistling.

“Oh. God, (y/n), what you do to me.”

“Tell me?”

“Well, I—” He hesitates, looking around. “Wait. Hold the fuck on. Just, just wait. What the fuck is this?” You pout.

“What?”

“You haven’t gone out with me in a week, you act like there’s somethin’ wrong between us, and when I show up one night unannounced, you just drop your panties for me?”

“Made you want me, didn’t it?” you breathe, ghosting your lips up his neck. He scoffs, shaking his head.

“Fucking tease. I chose a real she-devil.” He moans softly as your hand comes up to cup him through his pants, and he reaches back to lock the front door.

“Joni doesn’t have a key...” you whisper.

“Good,” he groans, and takes you over to the couch. He lays you down on top of it, starts to slide the straps of your nightgown down. “Look at my pretty girl... real pretty. You know how much I love seein’ you like this?”

“Tell me,” you moan, opening your legs to him. He gets overtop of you.

“Love it a whole lot. I think about it all the time.”

“Yeah?” you ask, bringing his hand to your feel your panties, “You think about this pussy?”

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, and you can see him shift gears from the sweet man waiting at your doorstep with flowers to his real personality—salacious and dangerous. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna feel it next week. So fucking beautiful.”

“Tell me again, Tommy...”

“You’re so beautiful, fuck, you’re mine. Wanna be inside you.”

“Do it,” you gasp, and you shimmy his pants down. A gun falls out onto the floor.

“Oops.”

“Jesus Christ, Tommy!”

“I said ‘oops’! What do you want from me, it goes where I go.”

“It’s okay,” you say, biting your lip. “It turns me on.” He starts to grin as he sits back on his heels.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He moves your panties aside to see. You stop him, thinking of something. “Condoms?”

He groans. “Aw. Seriously? Really, this late in the game?”

“We don’t want kids.”

“I wouldn’t mind one or two running around. Get a babysitter, you know, while we go throwing cash around town, the meanest couple this side of Brooklyn, nobody’d fuck with us baby, and we’d raise a couple of real gems—”

“I still have a lot more partying to do before any of that happens,” you say, and order him off of you. “Go find them, they’re in the bedroom.” Tommy mutters to himself, cursing the whole way there and back, but does as he’s told. When he comes back out of the bedroom, he sees your fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit. Licking his lips, he gets back overtop of you, and you help him fit the condom on.

“I need you,” you moan, and he buries himself inside you, groaning as you take every inch. He grunts, picking up his pace to a rough pound as he takes what he needs.

“You’re so good... so fucking perfect, baby,” he growls, and reaches up to slowly massage your breasts as he fucks you. As he rocks his hips in and out, you arch your back, grinding up into his thrusts.

“You know what my friend would do if she knew we were fucking on this couch? This is her grandma’s antique couch.”

“Fuck the couch, and fuck her grandma,” Tommy breathes. You laugh, cutting off into a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside of you.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he grunts, “Yeah, yeah. That’s fucking right. That’s what I’m talking about. You love taking that, don’t you?”

“Yeah—”

“Say my name. Come on, say it.”

“Tommy... Tommy, Tommy...” Your orgasm begins to build.

“Say it,” he leans down to mark your neck, “ Who’s fucking you good?”

“You are, oh god Tommy, I’m—” He groans, and you feel his body tense up on top of you. The feeling of him pounding you through his climax pushes you over the edge as well, and you both thrust and grind together until the bliss wanes.

“Did I mention I love you?” Tommy murmurs, from where his face is buried in your chest. You gently remove his hand from between your legs. You lift his face up, and kiss him messily.

“You could keep saying it all night and I wouldn’t mind. Felt good to wait, didn’t it?”

---

You sit at the bar with Tommy, necking. You’ve got a new necklace on, one he’s been eyeing for you for a while.

“(y/n),” Jimmy says, and Henry gives you a hug as they take stools beside you two.

“Where you two been?” Tommy asks, wiping the lipstick off his face and ordering a round of drinks.

“Out taking care of a job,” Jimmy says, popping the button on his jacket and looking around.

“Without me?” Tommy asks, opening his arms.

“You were busy,” Henry shrugs, smirking at you. You smile, rubbing a hand over your boyfriend’s shoulder and down his chest.

“I’d say we both were.”

“Oh, did you like the flowers?” Jimmy asks, smiling. He touches his chest. “My idea.”

Tommy’s face scrunches up, and Henry has to hold him back so he doesn’t kill his best friend. While your boyfriend is doing what he does best—starting fights-- Henry lets him go and turns to you conspiratorially.

“So uh, (y/n), babe... what does it really mean when a lady says she’s got a headache?”

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Raven”

Y/N is a very unusual metahuman that can use her powerful abilities just once before being turned into a Raven forever; that’s why it’s really strange she decided to sacrifice herself in order to save The Joker’s life. But there’s a reason for everything and maybe the unbreakable curse is nothing more than a blessing in disguise.

“It doesn’t look good,” you hover over The Joker, analyzing the gunshot wound that keeps on bleeding through his green shirt.

“It’s not bad,” he growls, pressing his abdomen.

“Where are you, prick?” someone yells and the echo carries over the words around the abandoned building.

“Do you believe you can escape?” another voice resonates in the vast premises.

“Tick-Tock, Clown!” another man howls in the quietness, certain The King of Gotham has no escape.

“Fuck…,” J tries to get up but he slides back down against the wall.

“I think it’s pretty bad,” you state the obvious. “You’re injured, out of bullets and they are near: your crew won’t find you in time.”

“Shit…,” he groans in pain, the throbbing ache intensifying with each passing moment.

“I’m gonna help you,” Y/N shares her scheme and although the news should make him happy, it doesn’t.

“W-what do you mean?!” The Joker stutters even if he knows the implications of such statement. You’re quiet and he continues: “Why would you do something like that?...”

You smile at his bafflement, the affirmation completely surprising him:

“Because you’re the only one that never asked.”

“You shouldn’t use it on me!” J’s truthful reply is interrupted by the henchmen entering the desolated space where the fallen Prince of Crime has found refuge. “Who am I supposed to talk to if you’re gone?” the genuine question makes you realize there’s actually a soul in this world who’ll miss you.

“We didn’t really talk too much,” you softly chuckle and turn to confront the men halted in their tracks seeing you’re positioned in front of The Joker.

“The freak is here,” a goon whispers loud enough to be heard by the ones arriving behind him.

“Hey Y/N!” their leader detaches from the crowd. “What are you doing here?!”

The lack of an answer combined with the feral expression on your face prompts the mobster to wave his pistol as a sign for truce.

“Let’s not do anything hasty, shall we?... …. Hm?... I’m aware you had so many offers over the years; consider mine again: if you wield your powers to finish the green haired asshole, I will triple the amount of money from the highest bidder!”

You scoff at the absurd idea, describing how stupid you considered the monetary proposals suggested by numerous individuals in the past:

“And what am I supposed to do with the riches once I cease to exist?!”

A bullet shrieks by your ear, ending up in the wall behind where J collapsed a couple of minutes ago.

“Sorry I missed, boss!” the man apologizes and this is enough to set you off; you turn your head to gaze at The Joker, delivering a last warning.

“Close your eyes or you’ll go blind!”

“Don’t let her clap her hands!” the kingpin shouts but it’s too late: a deafening bang fills up the air and the strong light emanating from your body burns J’s closed eyelids. He covers his face with bloody fingers while the screams and smell of torched flesh makes him nauseated; it’s so disgusting he gags yet the insane King can’t help a smirk at the sweet victory, even if comes  with such a heavy price.

Gurgling noises and muffled cries persist for another 15 seconds before they abruptly halt.

“Meet me in dreams,” is Y/N’s final sentence and immediately after the sound of flapping wings queue The Joker to finally open his eyes.

The view is cringe worthy: puddles of steamy, boiling tar scattered all around bearing witness to the consequences of your rage: nobody’s alive anymore except J and the Raven picking at the clothes you wore earlier.

His cell phone goes off and he has difficulty searching the purple jacket for the item he has no need for.

“Sir! We’re coming! Almost on the 32nd street!” Frost reports in a frenzy and The Joker sneers, wheezing from the effort of trying to stay awake.

“Nice timing,” and he hangs up, muttering to himself: ’”Goddamned jerks…”

The bird suddenly flies in his lap, curiously checking him out.

“I think I’m gonna pass out…” the damaged Clown slowly blinks before losing conscience which is alright since he had to speak to you anyway.

Every time you meet in dreams, you are always waiting for him on this deserted, calm beach staring at the waves in the distance. Today is not different.

He takes a sit by the woman that saved his life, silently analyzing her features: The Joker knows he won’t see them again except in this place.

When you said you didn’t speak much, it was true; if he tries to remember the first instance you showed up in his life, the moment blurs out and disappears in the background of his troubled mind. You would just randomly pop up while he was alone, keeping each other company for hours and often barely uttering a sentence. The eerie Y/N preferred J’s presence simply due to his lack of interest in her unusual power and he tolerated her because she never sought any kind of reward from their awkward connection. In the matter of fact, J never even tried to touch you; it was relaxing to be with an individual that plainly didn’t want anything from you whilst the rest of the world begged for attention: how many requested you aid them and manipulate your ability in order to annihilate their enemies? How many promised compensations beyond measure in exchange of your mighty gift? Way too many.

Yet The Joker didn’t care about it; the most he would do was to share his favorite drink after a new brand of grape juice hit the market.

And now the person he shared with was gone forever.

“Your team is almost at the warehouse,” you address him, bending your knees until your chin touches them. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

“I’m not worried,” J indifferently replies. “Told you it’s not serious.”

You snicker at his stubbornness, pointing out the evident reality:

“That’s why you fainted and started to dream about me?”

Your escort huffs, struggling to confess stuff hard to articulate in these circumstances.

“Thank you for…umm…for…”

“You don’t have to thank me; it was my choice and I fulfilled my destiny. It’s over and I’m free. I’ll still visit, ok?”

“Mister Joker! Sir, can you hear me?” Frost’s voice interrupts J’s dream: the gang is searching the deserted property for their leader and the only thing he notices is The Raven flying in circles above his head.

***********

Three weeks later, 9:37pm

The Joker extends his arm and you land on it, gently digging your claws in his skin for equilibrium.

“Where were you all day?!” he scolds and you caw, evoking complaints from the man that can’t sleep without his bird. “I wish you were a nightingale, this way you can chirp some cute songs.”

You fly on his shoulder to peck at the diamond earring, annoyed at his remark.

“Ouch! Ouch!” he shrugs, but doesn’t chase you away. “I recognize crows appreciate shiny things, but it hurts.”

Poking escalates and J vaguely apologizes on his own terms:

“I meant Raven! Raven!!” he repeats and struts inside The Penthouse where your pillow awaits. “Are you hungry?” the Prince of Crime offers a bunch of crumbs and expensive seeds he ordered for the spunky pest. You hop on the nightstand and play with the food, not particularly captivated by the lavish feast.

The Joker rolls in bed, gesturing for the pillow next to him.

“My girlfriend’s out of town, you can crush on her side of bed,” the affirmation makes you float to her cushion, instantly plucking the fabric with your beak, then jump up and down, cawing some more.

The Clown laughs, entertained at the temper tantrum.

“I know you don’t like her and the feeling is mutual,” he caresses the soft, black feathers as you continue to shred Lara’s pillow. “Stoooop! These are fresh sheets!” he pleads and distracts you by showing his patched up abdomen from under the t-shirt. “Look, my lesion is healing; wanna see?” a corner of the bandage is peeled for the guest to properly inspect the stitches.

Y/N bounces on The Joker’s chest, cautiously examining his wound.

“Cool, huh?” he grins and reaches his hand for the book resting under his pillow, surprisingly enough containing your favorite poem. “The Raven. By Edgar Allan Poe,” J emphasizes and you spread your wings with delight, quickly rushing to his neck and cuddle against the playing cards tattoo.

The King of Gotham holds the book with one hand and pets you with the other, his husky tone recites the verses you love so much.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary…” the beautiful, dark rhyme soothes a tired Y/N scarcely recalling what it means to be human.

Yet being near HIM reminds her on how much she longs for what was lost when she willingly sacrificed herself to save the one that didn’t ask to be saved.

*************

Following morning, 8:21 am

The Joker is swimming outside on the terrace and you’re having a blast in the inflatable pool he set by his lounge chair for the enchanted, feathered companion. This is a thousand times extra enjoyable when his new girlfriend is not home!

She’s a complete nutcase, totally obsessed with The Clown and certainly doesn’t understand why he’s paying so much attention to a filthy, gross creature.

Who the hell gets a crow as pet?! Apparently her boyfriend, although he didn’t tell her who you truly are. Why bother? It’s a secret you and J share; nobody has to find out, although plenty of concerned parties would spend a fortune for an update: Y/N hasn’t been spotted recently and it’s troublesome.

“Raven Queen!” J emerges from the pool since he has to take it easy; the doctor said no more than 15 minutes of physical activity every day. “I have a little present,” he yanks at the towel on the lounge chair, unraveling a box full of gold rings, Rolexes and chains under it.

Oh my God, so shiny and sparkly in the morning sun!!!

You fly from your pool straight into the container, happily tapping at the treasures. The Joker dries his body and chitchats with his bird, excited you enjoy the shimmering gems.

“You can steal them and hide them,” he winks and you sure are taking advantage of it as soon as possible. “Do you have a nest?” J inquires and teases afterwards: “Did you find yourself a Raven King?”

That’s pretty rude, you think and swiftly attack him, careful not to scratch his face in the process.

“Cut it out!” The Joker demands and gives up the fight really fast. ”OK, OK, I surrender!” he chuckles as you rise up, gliding in the wind gushing above The Penthouse. The plan is simple: charge at the toxic green locks and pull on the strands, assuring at least two or three hairs will be removed as revenge.  J takes a defensive stance, preparing to catch and keep you captive in the fluffy towel until you calm down.

BANG! the gunshot halts the fun and The Clown Prince of crime watches in horror as The Raven falls to the ground in front of his girlfriend.

“Babe, are you alright?” Lara squeals, kicking the bird at her feet. “I told you having a wild animal as pet it’s an awful idea! I saw the crazy bird attacked you, it might have rabies!!” she kicks you again and the small body convulsing on the hard concrete makes him lose his marbles. “Thank heavens I returned sooner than expected,” the woman explains, nervous to detect the angry Joker stomping towards her.

“What the fuck are you doing??!!” he screams and violently pushes her, slapping the gun out of her hand. Lara stumbles on her own steps, not comprehending why her partner is livid rather than showing gratitude.

“What do you mean?” she gulps and J bends over to pick you up when you let out a cry, the sinister noise resembling a human’s wailing. “The bird was attacking you, I was afraid!”

“It wasn’t attacking me, we were messing around!”

“Messing around?!” the woman mumbles, confused.

“Get a hold of Frost and tell him I need a veterinarian! NOW!!!” The Joker barks as he enters The Penthouse.

“Jesus…,” Lara sniffles and texts, irritated at his behavior. “Why is he so mad about?! The dumb beast is nothing but an outbreak of infection and bacteria!” she maliciously grumbles, sending the message to Jonny.

Something whooshes by her and before she has a chance to see what it is, a bunch of ravens and crows unexpectedly storm at the petrified Lara: they are answering your call, mercilessly tearing and scraping at the enemy.

“J!!! J!!!!” she runs without noticing where she’s going, panicked at the multitude of birds relentlessly chasing her; it’s a miracle she stumbles upon the tiny shed which stores pool supplies and manages to squeeze inside.  

The birds keep on bombarding her temporary hideout as she begs for assistance:

“J !!! J !!!! Please help me!!! J!!!!”

Yet The Joker can’t hear: he raced upstairs to the master bedroom and placed you on the comforter, trying to assess how severe the injuries are; one of the wings is bleeding and there are probably broken bones also.

“Don’t die…” J whispers because it sure seems Y/N is fading away: the bird can barely breathe and for the first time in ages he feels sad. “If you leave, we won’t be able to meet in dreams…”

The King of Gotham crawls in bed, unsure if he should caress you or not; what if he dislocates something else by accident? Instead he kisses the top of your head, the velvety feathers tickling his lips.

The sudden glow radiating from The Raven makes him close his eyes tight: it’s so strong it burns just like when you used your powers to rescue him. It doesn’t last longer than 10 seconds and sensing the light dimmed, J decides to open his eyes. A few black quills still drift in the air and he glares at the tearful Y/N, shocked to see her:

“Everything hurts,” you start sobbing and the bloody arm, plus the bruised torso urge him to cover your naked body with the corner of the quilt. “H-how am I h-here?!” you stammer and grab his thumb while The Joker is in a trance, speechless at the witnessed phenomenon because it’s impossible to come up with a logical reasoning.

Such a shame neither of you realize that even affection coming from a rotten heart can be pure enough to shatter an unbreakable curse.  

 Also read: MASTERLIST

You can follow me in AO3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho. 

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Teen Wolf- Second Chance at First Line (1.02)

Pairings: Stilinski siblings, Scott McCall x Allison Argent, lowkey Scisaac

Summary: Scott’s powers grow out of control, the siblings begin to worry, and the situation causes tension between Isaac and Lupus.

Warnings: blood, fighting, mentions of abuse, cursing

Word Count: 10,004

I tossed Gabe’s gear at his feet before going off to find Stiles. The boy’s locker room smelled horrible and there were half-nude boys all over the place, but I was growing used to it with each passing year. I was starting to wonder how Scott handled it with his newfound wolf senses. I saw Stiles stop, leaning against a row of lockers.

“Did you apologize to Allison?” He was asking.

I neared and saw Scott leaning back against his locker, a distant look on his face.

“Yeah.” He said.

Stiles sighed, obviously frustrated by Scott’s behavior.

“So is she giving you a second chance or…?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Alright! So everything’s good!” Stiles exclaimed before starting to walk away.

Something was very wrong with Scott, and I had a feeling it was more than just the fact that he was no longer a hypothetical werewolf.

“No.” He shook his head softly.

“No?” Stiles repeated, a confused smile on his face.

“Remember… the hunters?”

I nodded, signalling for him to continue.

“Her dad is one of ‘em.”

Gabe must’ve appeared somewhere behind me, because he did a spit take that sent water flying everywhere. Stiles froze before speaking.

“Her dad?”

“Shot me…”

“Allison’s father?” Gabe questioned.

“With a crossbow.” Scott finished.

Stiles’s eyes were wide and his mouth dropped open.

“Allison’s father-” He repeated Gabe’s words.

“Yes, her father!” Scott shouted.

I looked around and sighed with relief when I realized that the locker room was mostly empty besides us four. I praised the heavens that Isaac was nowhere to be found.

“Oh my god.” Scott started to pant.

“No, Scott. Snap back.” Stiles rushed to his side.

Scott started to cry.

“You alright? Hey, you okay?” Stiles slapped him a little.

“He didn’t recognize you, right?” I stood in front of them.

“N-no. N-no-no. I-I-I I don’t think so-”

“Does she know about him?” Gabe asked, taking a seat on the bench.

“Oh yeah.” Scott looked at us, “I don’t know. What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man.” He started to cry again and Stiles tried to calm him.

I heard the whistle from outside and muttered a curse.

“Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay? Here, Scott.” Stiles took his gear and shoved it into his chest. “Take this.” He forced his stick into his hand.

I motioned for Gabe to go get his ass on the field.

“Take this and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That’s all you gotta do, yeah?” Stiles hit Scott’s shoulder.

“Lacrosse.” Scott repeated weakly.

“Here we go.” Stiles hit Scott’s shoulder with each word before turning and tripping over the end of the bench.

“Come on, Scott.” I ruffled his hair before running out onto the field.

                                                          ***

Practice was seeming to be more hellish than usual. I wasn’t sure whether it was due to Scott’s problems or the fact that Coach let Jackson use a long stick. Scott was next to shoot, but he seemed out of it. Isaac kept shooting him weird glances, then looking over at me. He wanted answers.

I couldn’t give them.

“McCall! What’re you waiting for? Let’s go.”

He had to go through Jackson to make the shot, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t be a problem for him. Jackson seemed wary, but he was quick to push it aside. He slammed Scott to the ground, no problem whatsoever. I felt it in my bones when Scott hit the floor, and Gabe and Stiles both cringed. Isaac sucked in air through his teeth, a grimace on his face.

“Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall.” Coach approached him, laughing.

Jackson said something to him before walking back to his original spot. Scott was still on the ground and stayed there until he felt Coach walking towards him. He got up, leaning over his stick.

“My grandmother can move faster than that.” Coach laughed by his side.

He said something about her being dead and then lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. I probably would’ve felt somewhat threatened if it wasn’t for the fact that Coach was the most harmless adult we knew. Jackson stood there, grinning as he stared Scott down. I couldn’t see Scott clearly, but I was sure everyone could feel his anger.

Scott stood straight and Coach patted his helmet.

“McCall’s gonna do it again! McCall’s gonna do it again!” Coach mocked.

Scott jogged back to his original place at the start of the line. Jackson crouched. I stood in anticipation, ready to have to call an ambulance. Coach blew the whistle twice.

“Let’s go!”

Scott started moving, faster than before. This time around, Jackson was the one knocked square on his ass. Scott stopped before making the shot, however, and fell to his knees, grabbing at his head. Coach made his way to Jackson, but Stiles, Gabe, and Isaac ripped their helmets off, running to Scott. I stood between them and the crowd of boys surrounding Jackson.

“Scott, are you okay?”

“Yeah, hey, whoa!” Coach put his hands up so that nobody would touch Jackson.

Isaac looked up at me as he knelt by Scott’s side. He and Stiles were holding him back by the shoulders.

“I can’t control it.” I heard Scott hiss. “It’s happening.”

Isaac’s eyebrows furrowed. I ran over and eased him off, shaking Scott. “Scotty, don’t.”

“What? Right here, now?” Gabe shook his shoulders.

Scott didn’t answer. Stiles pulled him to his feet. “Come on. Get up, come on.”

I pulled Gabe aside. “Stay here. Make sure nobody comes to the locker room, okay? Especially Isaac.”

“I’m gonna help Stiles get him to the locker room, alright?” I brushed past Isaac without giving him a chance to respond.

Stiles and I led Scott back into the school, to the locker room. Stiles dropped him onto the ground and I made sure to shut the door.

“Scott, you okay?” Stiles tried to get his attention.

“Get away from me!” Scott screamed, looking up.

I could see that his canines had turned into fangs, and his brown eyes were glowing golden. Stiles and I scrambled to our feet, running to hide anywhere. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from Scott. His behavior, albeit dangerous and deadly, was intriguing. It was like he didn’t realize what he was doing. Like he wasn’t himself and the animal was taking over.

Stiles yanked me behind a row of lockers. Scott easily jumped to the top of it. Stiles pulled me to my feet and we tried to find another place to hide, but between the fear Stiles was emanating and the growls coming from Scott’s mouth and the fact that he had fangs, I was completely lost. He kept going after Stiles, who was now crawling across the floor, trying to find somewhere safe. Scott leaped over a few pipes, but seeming to have lost Stiles, turned and focused on me.

Shit.

I didn’t know where Stiles had gone, and I didn’t want to lead our now murderous friend to my brother. I made my way through another row of lockers, only to be pulled back by Stiles while Scott received a faceful of fire extinguisher. I pulled Stiles out into the hallway as Scott crashed into a bench, growling and moaning. Stiles was breathing hard, holding the extinguisher close to his chest.

“Stiles.”

Scott, who now sounded like Scott, called from inside the locker room. Stiles grabbed me and shook his head. For all we knew, the animal was still the one there and this was a trick.

“Lupus?”

I raised an eyebrow at Stiles, who only sighed before letting my wrist go. I jogged into the locker room, kneeling next to him on the bench.

“What happened?” He looked up, a sad, lost puppy.

Stiles walked in behind me, sighed with relief when he realized Scott was Scott again, and dropped the extinguisher. He ripped his gloves off and threw them aside.

“You tried to kill us.” He took a seat in front of Scott, who looked around, confused.

“It’s like we told you before. It’s the anger. It’s your pulse rising. It’s a trigger.” Stiles was still panting.

Scott looked from Stiles to me and shook his head, “But that’s lacrosse. It’s a pretty violent game, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Well, it’s about to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field.” Stiles sighed.

I looked up at Scott. “You can’t play Saturday, you’re gonna have to get out of the game.”

“But I’m first line.”

I shook my head. “Not anymore.”

                                                         ***

I was lying on Stiles’s bed, a book about Lycanthropy open by my side. I rolled over, bored out of my mind. Stiles was researching on his laptop, again, and Gabe was at his desk doing his math homework.

My phone rang, pulling me out of my almost sleep. I instantly picked up, expecting Isaac, who I had been avoiding since today’s practice. In retrospect, I’m glad it wasn’t him, because I don’t know what I would’ve said.

Hey, sorry I’ve been ignoring you, it’s just that Scott McCall is a werewolf now and I’m trying my hardest to not get you involved.

“Stilinski.”

“Coach. How’s Jackson?”

“It’s not too good. He’s got a separated shoulder.”

“Ouch. How long until he gets better?”

“Doctors said it could take up to six weeks. We’re hoping it won’t take as long. We just started the season, we can’t lose our captain.”

“Yeah…I can go see him tomorrow, and I’ll round up the team. Maybe some moral support can help him.” I scratched at the back of my neck.

“That sounds great. Thanks, Stilinski.”

“No problem, Coach.”

The line went dead and I looked up to realize that both boys were sitting at the foot of the bed with wide eyes and heads in their hands.

“He’s got a separated shoulder.” I said.

“Who, Coach?” Stiles asked.

Gabe rolled his eyes, “Jackson, stupid.”

“Oh. Anyway, I was about to call Scott.”

“Cool.” I mumbled before tossing my phone aside.

Stiles hit Scott’s contact before sitting back in his chair and waiting for him to pick up, toy gun in hand. Scott answered, rubbing at his eyes.

“Hi Scott, bye Scott.” I waved at the camera, only to receive a small yawn and a tiny wave in return.

I left the boy's room and went to my own. I pulled my shirt off before I realized that my favorite pajama shirt was in the wash. I sighed, searching for a comfy shirt to wear. I finally settled on going through Isaac’s stuff and stealing a sweater.

I would give it back later, but it was mine now. Now, I know what you’re thinking. I wore Isaac’s shirts all the time. He was my ‘best friend’. He left stuff at my house, in my room. I called him nicknames. I couldn’t lie to him. But Isaac and I were friends. Best friends who would kill for each other.

My phone buzzed.

It was a text from Isaac. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve smiled as I unlocked my phone. Now, the prospect of having to spill the truth was making me sick. I dropped onto my bed as I typed a reply.

I sighed a breath of relief. Things at his house were always on edge. His older brother, Camden, had died only a few years back while serving in the military. A year before that, Isaac lost his mother to cancer. His father had become cruel and abusive. When it got really bad, Isaac stayed with us.

I found my shoes at the foot of my bed and picked them up by the laces, swinging them as I ventured to the boys’ room.

“Sti! Gabe!”

“What?” Stiles called back.

I swung through their doorway. Stiles was focused on his computer screen, and Gabe was laying on his stomach, reading through a book about wolfsbane.

“I have to head out.” I dropped onto the floor and pulled my shoes on.

“Why?” He leaned back, and Gabe looked up.

“Isaac.”

“Gotcha. Be careful.” Stiles turned back to his screen.

Gabe shot up with a huge smile. “Can you bring home food?”

I nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Curly fries?” Stiles gave me puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile from etching itself onto my face. “Yes, Sti, curly fries.”

                                                         ***

“Hey, bud.” I grinned as I pulled up in front of the Lahey house.

He pushed himself off the steps, tightening his jacket around himself. It wasn’t very cold, but he was out the entire afternoon at work, digging around his father’s graveyard. He got into the passenger seat, leaning across to kiss my cheek after tossing his bag at his feet.

“Ah, you’re cold.” I rubbed my cheek before grabbing one of his hands between mine and rubbing it gently.

He chuckled. “Thanks, mom.”

I pulled back with a grin. “No problem. The boys wanted me to stop for food. Is that okay?”

He nodded, pulling his hood on before looking at me again as I took off.

“Are you wearing my sweater?”

“All my pajamas are dirty.” I shrugged.

He hummed and shifted, then looked back to me with a mischievous grin. “Is this the part where I tell you that you should wear my clothes more often?” His voice deepened and his eyebrows furrowed.

I laughed as I drove, shaking my head. “Yeah, only you’re like a brother to me and you’re the gayest person I know.”

“Besides Stiles?”

I giggled. “Besides Stiles, who is the biggest closeted bisexual to ever exist.”

He grinned as we pulled into the drive-thru line, waiting for it to move.

                                                         ***

“Could you get the door?” I asked as I kicked my car door shut.

He fished the keys from my pocket and took the tray of drinks from me as he went for the door. He pushed it open and put the tray down on the table, turning back and taking one of the bags of food from me.

“Boys, we’re home!” I called as I set the last bag down before locking the door.

The heavy thudding of teenage feet on the stairs was audible from the kitchen as Isaac and I pulled the food out from the bags.

“Hi Isaac.” Gabe waved.

“Hey.”

“Hello food.” Stiles drooled over his hamburger and made heart eyes at his curly fries.

I dug my elbow into his side and motioned to Isaac with my head. Stiles rolled his eyes before faking a smile.

“Isaac.”

Isaac snorted and mumbled a greeting back. They hated each other, but Isaac tolerated him because he was my brother. Stiles didn’t even try, and he was only courteous when I made him be.

We ate in silence, each sixteen year old totally engrossed in their meals. The boys went back to their room afterward. Stiles was talking with Scott about werewolf business, and as much as I wanted to be part of the conversation, I wanted to spend time with Isaac more.

                                                         ***

I brushed my teeth as Isaac pulled his pajama shirt on, joining me in the bathroom. I washed my face and yawned, wiping away the tears that came with it. There was a knock on the door, and I looked over to see Dad walk in. I dried my face off and let out another yawn. Isaac spit out his mouthwash, and I turned with a smile.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, Sheriff.”

“Hey, kids. You already eat?”

I nodded. “Got burgers. There should be some for you in the microwave.”

“Unless Stiles ate it.” Isaac mumbled.

I elbowed him lightly. “Be nice.”

“How was your day, Sheriff?” Isaac asked with his prize-winning grin.

“It was alright, how was your day, kids?” He spoke to both of us, knowing we were probably stuck together at school.

I tugged a brush through my hair.

“It was alright.”

“Long. I dug a lot of graves.” Isaac stood behind me, snooping through my bookcase.

Dad let out a laugh.

“If I didn’t know you worked at your father’s graveyard, I would be a bit concerned hearing that.”

Another bright smile. Dad returned it before winking at me as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. It was a wordless conversation that ended with a proud smile stretched across his face. I grinned back, and Dad let out a long sigh.

“Alright. Sleep tight, kids. No funny business.” He eyed Isaac, even though he knew full well that the boy was gay.

“Yes, sir.” He saluted as Dad walked off.

“Okay,” I yawned. “I’m tired.”

“Me too.” Isaac stifled his own yawn.

He crawled into the bed and curled into a ball. I flicked the lights off and scrambled to the bed, pulling my feet under the covers.

“Scared of the dark?” He teased.

“Shut up and share the blanket, dumbfuck.” I plugged my phone in.

He turned back to me and let go of the blanket. I curled up next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. I settled in, making myself comfortable. Something jumped at the foot of the bed, and we both froze before realizing that it was just the cat, who curled up with us.

I relaxed back into the bed, one arm falling over Isaac’s torso. We laid in silence, and I began to drift off. I jerked back up with a grumble.

“You okay?” Isaac whispered.

“Got vibe checked.”

He chuckled, and I looked over to see that his eyes were still wide open, and he was staring at the ceiling fan.

“I don’t know how you sleep with noise.”

Realization set in as I slowly stood on the bed and turned the fan off. “I don’t know how you sleep in silence.” I teased back.

A laugh, and the joke was over as I got back in bed. It was a lie, I knew why he slept in silence. There was a reason for almost everything Isaac did.

The abuse of his father.

He sighed and turned onto his side, staring at me in the dark.

“What’s up?” I mumbled.

“I wish I was shorter.”

I smiled. “Come here.” I scooted up and pushed the blanket down.

He shuffled down, resting his head against my shoulder, arm wrapped around my waist. I threaded a hand through his curls.

“Hey, Lu?”

I hummed as I let my eyes fall shut.

“Thank you.”

I smiled and ruffled his hair before slinging my arm around his shoulders. “Any time, Ise.”

                                                         ***

“Coach, can I talk to you?” Scott asked, pulling Coach from his conversation with Jackson and Danny.

Isaac tugged off his cleat and sent me a look.

“I can’t play the game tomorrow night.” Scott said.

Isaac grimaced as Scott and Coach left.

“That’s tough. What’s up with him?”

I tossed his uniform into his locker and passed him his bag.

“He’s just going through it right now.”

Isaac shut his locker with a rough laugh. An uneasy feeling grew in my stomach. That laugh was never a good sign.

“I’m always going through it. Never stops me.”

I shrugged and glanced back at Coach’s closed office door. “You and Scott are different.”

Very different.

“When are you gonna tell me the truth, Lu?” He grabbed my hand as we walked out into the hallway.

My heart leaped out of my chest. I hated confrontation, and he knew it. But then again, he hated being lied to, and I knew that better than anyone.

“Isaac, I-”

He cut me off, “We’re best friends. We’re supposed to tell each other everything, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then what’s going on? What, is he on drugs or something?” He whispered.

“No!” I recoiled, looking around to make sure that people hadn’t heard.

“I don’t get it, Lu. What’s up?”

I sighed. “Scott got himself into something, okay? It’s messy and dangerous. I’m trying to keep you out of it.”

“Dangerous?” He echoed.

“Isaac, please.” I tried to tug him toward an empty class.

“Lupus, just tell me the truth.” He pleaded as we moved.

“Isaac, I want you kept out of this.”

“Out of what?” He asked as I shut the door behind us.

“I can’t tell you.” I groaned.

“So you’re just gonna keep lying to me?”

The door opened, and we turned to see Mr. Kent glaring at us. We both mumbled apologies before scrambling out of the room.

“Why can’t you just tell me? What is it? Drugs? A gang? Did he kill someone?”

I sighed. “I cannot tell you, Isaac.”

He shook his head and pulled back. “I don’t even know you anymore.”

“Isaac-”

“We’re supposed to be best friends, Lupus!” He hissed. “And now we’re standing in a hallway fighting over Scott fucking McCall?” He sighed. “Just leave me alone.”

He stormed off, and I sighed, shutting my eyes. I could feel other kids staring at us, and I turned to see Scott and Allison looking at me too. I clenched my jaw as I brushed past him and down the hall.

                                                         ***

Gabe and I were standing at the board, chalk in hand as we solved the biology problem. He was far behind, but it might’ve been because he was staring at me with a worried face.

“Stop staring at me and do your damn work.” I growled at him.

I wasn’t in the mood for anybody, and the only person I could stand to talk to was probably Stiles. It should’ve been Gabe, since he was nicer and he liked Isaac and he didn’t wanna lie to everyone, but looking at him made me think about the lacrosse team and when I thought about the lacrosse team I thought of Isaac playing and Scott suddenly being good and it all went to hell again.

So I picked Stiles instead, because when I looked at him I thought of happy things, like sitting out on the lawn at night to watch stars and pranking Gabe and watching TV and eating pizza.

“What happened between you two?” Gabe asked, finally getting started on his problem.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I grunted.

“Lup-”

“No, Gabe.” I glared at him as I finished my problem, dropping the chalk back into its tray before going back to my seat and dropping into it with a sigh.

Scott’s issues were now my issues, and that was going to be hell.

                                                         ***

“Hi Dad.” I smiled as I passed him and one of his deputies.

“Hi Lupus.” He patted my head before turning to the principal.

I began to stop at Isaac’s locker, and a rush of dread pushed its way through my system. I kept walking. I realized that Dad and the principal were talking in hushed whispers. I ran off to find Stiles, only to run square into Scott, who was being pulled along by Stiles.

“Dad’s talking to the principal.” He informed me as Scott leaned his head in to listen to the conversation.

“I know, that’s what I came to tell you.” I mumbled, hanging onto his backpack as he leaned over Scott.

“Can you hear ‘em?” Stiles patted him, only to be shushed.

Scott turned around after a few seconds. “Curfew because of the body.”

“Unbelievable.” Stiles sighed.

Scott looked at him.

“Dad’s out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants.”

Gabe appeared from the mass of people in the hall, “Well we can’t exactly tell Dad the truth about Derek.”

Stiles turned to include Gabe in the circle. “We can do something.”

“Like what?” Scott asked.

“Find the other half of the body?” I offered, my voice painted with sarcasm.

Stiles grinned and I groaned. “Seriously?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him, leaving Gabe and Scott standing there confused.

“Are you kidding?” Scott called after us, but Stiles was too wrapped up in his idea to go back.

                                                         ***

I groaned from my spot on the bed as Stiles sat next to me.

“I’ve been telling you this from the start, Lu. Isaac’s bad news.”

I groaned louder. “Sti, I wanted to talk to you because I thought you’d help. If you keep making me feel shitty I’ll lock you out of my room.” I huffed.

He patted my head. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

I was about to say something about how he didn’t really think I was right and he was just being nice when his phone rang.

“Hold on, it’s Scott.” He picked up.

I rolled my eyes and curled up tighter, pulling the covers up to my ears.

“You did? Really? Where?” Stiles held the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he tugged me up from the bed.

I huffed, but followed him out of my room, out of the house, and into the Jeep.

“We’re on our way!” He shouted into the phone before hanging up and tossing it into my lap, starting the car and driving off like a madman.

“Stiles!”

“Scott found the other half!”

“What?” I asked, turning around to confirm my suspicions that he had ran a red light.

“Scott. He found the other half of the body.”

Oh great.

                                                         ***

“Stiles, slow down!” I called after him as he sprinted into the McCall house and up the stairs.

I took my time, drained and ready to cry. I reached his room and nudged the door open, taking a seat on his desk chair.

“I found something of Derek Hale’s.” Scott said, sending me a small smile.

I sighed.

This wasn’t his fault. If anything, he would be more helpful than Stiles had been.

“Are you kidding? What?” If Stiles opened his eyes any more, they would pop out of his head.

“There’s something buried there, I could smell blood.” Scott explained, looking from him to me.

“That’s awesome! I mean, that’s terrible. Who’s blood?” Stiles rapidly fired, and I found myself wishing Gabe were there to balance the Stilinski equation.

Scott popped to his feet. “I don’t know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder.” He grinned at me.

“And then you two and Gabe help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there’s no way I’m not playing that game.” He tossed his newly rethreaded stick on his bed before walking out with Stiles.

I followed close behind.

                                                         ***

“Are we sure this is the best idea?” Gabe asked from beside me.

Scott shrugged.

“Probably not.”

“Great.” I mumbled.

“Oh, quit complaining and come on.” Stiles jumped out of the car.

We entered the hospital quietly, looking around to make sure Scott’s mom wasn’t around. Stiles pointed Scott towards the morgue.

“Good luck, I guess?”

Scott shrugged before disappearing behind the door.

“Look, I told Coach I’d visit Jackson in the hospital, so I’m gonna go do that. You two stay out of trouble.” I patted a shoulder on each boy.

Gabe caught my wrist, “I’ll go with you.”

I sighed.

“Alright. Stiles, be careful.”

Stiles nodded before venturing off.

“Can’t believe I’ve gotta look at Jackson fucking Whittemore in my spare time.” I scoffed as we approached a nurse’s station to ask where Jackson was.

She told us and gave us directions. He was here for an appointment, so telling Coach that I would visit him in the hospital wasn’t a lie.

“Hey.” I waved.

Jackson’s head popped up and a false smile spread onto his face. “Hi guys.”

“We can’t stay long, we just wanted to check up on you. See how you’re doing.” Gabe tossed an arm around my shoulder.

“Oh. I’m doing good. I’m gonna play tomorrow. Not at my best, but it’s better than nothing. No offense, Stilinski.”

I faked a smile, but Gabe’s face twisted into a rude expression and his mouth opened. Jackson was an asshole by all means, including when it came to dragging his only friends down. I put my foot on Gabe’s and shifted all my weight to his toes. He quickly faked a grin.

“None taken.”

“Just be careful tomorrow. We don’t want anyone else to land in the hospital.” I smiled.

“I will be. Have fun.” He waved as we walked towards the door.

“You too.” Gabe smiled, poison in his voice.

We walked back out to get Stiles, only to realize that Jackson was close behind us. I mentally cursed when I saw that Stiles was sitting near Lydia. I dropped into the seat by Stiles. Gabe snorted and pulled the paper from his hands.

“Didn’t know you were catching up on female problems.” He teased with a grin.

Stiles snatched it back before looking back to Jackson, who was now kissing Lydia. He narrowed his eyes, obviously unhappy. Scott snuck up, ripping the paper from Stiles’s hands. He jumped in his seat as Gabe and I laughed.

“Holy god.”

“The scent was the same.” Scott dropped the paper on a nearby table.

“You sure?” Gabe asked.

“Yes.”

Stiles rose to his feet. “So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?”

“Which means we have proof he killed the girl.” Scott said.

Stiles let out a breath. “I say we use it.”

“How?” Gabe asked.

We followed Stiles as he started to walk off, only to stop as he turned and pointed to Scott.

“Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you wanna play in the game and he said you couldn’t?”

“There are bite marks on the legs, guys. Bite marks.”

The three of us shared a look. Gabe nodded slightly. I clapped a hand on Scott’s back.

“Okay.”

“Then we’re gonna need a shovel.” Stiles pulled him along, Gabe and I following.

                                                         ***

“Alright, he’s leaving.” Gabe observed.

I popped up from the seat and was met with the taillights of the camaro, now in the distance. Stiles drove up closer to the house, headlights off. We piled out of the car, shovels and flashlights in hand.

“Something’s different.” Scott noted as Stiles shone the light over the burnt house.

“Different how?” Gabe asked, huffing in the cold air.

Scott led us towards the impromptu gravesite.

“I don’t know.”

He dug his shovel into the ground, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Stiles set his flashlight down before starting to help him out. Gabe sighed before digging up dirt. I tossed my flashlight aside and bumped Gabe aside, putting all my weight on the shovel.

After digging for half an hour at the very least, Gabe’s jacket had been tossed aside, joined by my flannel. We were in a hole up to our knees.

“This is taking way too long.” Scott panted, dumping another shovelful of dirt aside.

“Just keep going.” Stiles ordered, wiping at his face with the back of his hand.

“What if he comes back?” Scott’s distress was obvious.

“Then we get the hell out of here.” Stiles irritation was also obvious.

“What if he catches us?” Scott asked.

“I have a plan for that.” Stiles argued.

Gabe’s dirt fell from his shovel and he groaned in frustration, shaking his shoe out. I gathered the loose dirt and tossed it over my shoulder, which was proving more and more difficult with each passing minute.

“Which is?”

Stiles straightened himself out, and in the blinding light, the dirt and sweat were visible on his face.

“I run left, you run right, Gabe runs in his direction, and Lupus runs directly away. Whoever he catches first, too bad.”

“Hey!” Gabe flung dirt at him.

Stiles wiped at his face, sputtering in an attempt to get the dirt out of his mouth.

“I hate that plan.” Scott grimaced, chucking another pile of dirt behind himself.

“Oh, stop, stop, stop.” Stiles put his hand out as Gabe dug his shovel back into the ground.

Stiles tossed his aside, and the rest of us followed suit. He dropped to his knees, brushing away at the dirt until rope was revealed.

“Hurry.” Scott whispered, anguished.

Stiles scoffed, “I’m trying, did he have to tie the thing in like 900 knots?” His long fingers tugged at the rope.

“Let us help.” Gabe leaned forward, tugging at a second knot.

Scott and I undid one each, done by the time my brothers were. We untangled the ropes, and Gabe and I pulled the green canvas our way. Scott and Stiles both screamed, jumping to their feet and scrambling backward until they were out of the hole. Gabe and I fell back onto our butts. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, his face hidden in my shoulder as he shuddered.

“What the hell is that?” Stiles asked, pointing to whatever was in it.

Come to think of it, neither Gabe nor I looked. We just got scared because Stiles had screamed. I slowly leaned forward. A black wolf, fluffy coat covered in dirt, eyes glazed over and pale, tongue frozen within her mouth as she stared endlessly.

“It’s a wolf!” Scott exclaimed.

“I can see that.” Stiles retorted, rolling his eyes.

“I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood.” Gabe whimpered, pulling away from his hiding spot.

Scott sighed, “I told you something was different.”

I wearily rose from my spot, a sudden feeling of overwhelming guilt and disrespect awakening in me. I pulled Gabe along as I sat on level ground.

“This doesn’t make sense.” Stiles gestured wildly with his hand.

“We gotta get outta here.” Gabe offered.

“Yeah.” I agreed.

“Okay. Scott, help me cover this up.” Stiles said, seeing that Gabe had been shaken and I wasn’t too happy.

Scott rushed to help him, reapplying the canvas to the dead animal. Stiles suddenly froze. The atmosphere tensed up as we all got ready to run, somewhat in agreement with Stiles’s earlier plan.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked, hands still working.

“You see that flower?” He pointed.

Our eyes followed the line his finger made.

“What about it?” Scott asked, now stopping.

Stiles’s jaw was dropped, and he shakily lowered his hand.

“I think it’s wolfsbane.”

“What’s that?” Scott asked, irritated and ready to leave.

Stiles made a face at him, and I squinted in the light, only to realize that he was right.

“Haven’t you ever seen the Wolfman?”

“No.” A subtle shake of his head.

“Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains?”

Scott dropped his head.

“The original, classic, werewolf movie?” Gabe asked Scott, now alert as to where this conversation was going.

“No, what?” Scott raised his voice.

Stiles and I sighed. “You are so unprepared for this.”

He stood and walked around us, a pat to each of our heads before pulling the plant up, roots and all. There was a rope tied to the bottom of the plant. Stiles cocked an eyebrow. I shrugged. He was quick to start pulling at the rope, following the path it had been wound in. It led in circles around the grave of the wolf, larger each time he went around.

Gabe stared off into space as Scott and I trained our eyes on Stiles. I saw that his flannel was dirty and rolled my eyes. I was gonna have a hell of a time trying to get all the new stains out. Scott suddenly tensed as he stood.

“Stiles.”

Stiles walked back to Scott’s side. I peeked, the canvas obstructing some of my view. I yanked Gabe up and shoved him behind me. I didn’t want him to start crying.

“Holy…”

A young woman, no more than 25 or 26. Her arms were curled in on herself, and her eyes were open wide with her mouth open. My guilt made sense now. I had been literally walking in someone’s grave. Gabe whimpered from behind me.

“Lupus, I wanna go home.”

I pulled him into my side and rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him. It didn’t matter that he was a tough lacrosse player or that he was a Stilinski triplet and a good friend of Scott McCall. He had not asked for this. None of us had.

                                                         ***

“Come get me if you need to, alright?” I brushed Gabe’s hair out of his eyes.

He nodded bashfully, now embarrassed.

“Hey.” I pushed his shoulder.

He looked up at me.

“I mean it. What we saw out there…” I sighed.

“It wasn’t natural?” He offered.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and hugged him, still standing between his legs as he sat on his bed.

“No. It wasn’t.” I ruffled at his hair.

He pulled back and patted my side. “I’ll sneak into your room if I need to. I promise.”

I eyed his shit-eating grin before smacking the back of his head. He let out a laugh.

“Goodnight, Gabe.” I kissed the top of his head.

“Night, Lu.”

I closed his door behind myself, staining my ears to hear the conversation Stiles was having with Dad. We voted him to tell Dad, as Gabe was innocent and I was not the golden child of late. Dad wasn’t happy that Stiles we had dragged Scott out into the woods were a body was found, much less to a murder suspect’s front lawn. Literally. But we had found the body, which meant that Derek Hale could be charged for it. I gave up after only hearing mumbles. I dropped myself onto my bed, letting my phone bounce aside. I really wanted to call Isaac, but what would I say?

Hey, I’ve been lying to you because Scott is a werewolf and he tried to kill me?

That wouldn’t go over well.

An apology wouldn’t work without the truth. I couldn’t give him the truth without dragging him into the mess.

My head pounded as I tried to come up with something, anything that would save my friendship with the blue eyed boy without putting him in the same position Gabe had been in not too long ago.

I flicked the lamp off and snuggled under the covers, suddenly overwhelmed with a sickening empty feeling. Isaac had slept over practically every day for nearly two years. At this point, I probably needed him more than he needed me. I squirmed around, trying to find any comfortable way to sleep. It wasn’t working out for me. I grabbed at air, growing more and more frustrated. I had even tried pulling one of his shirts onto a pillow and cuddling into it.

I didn’t sleep that night.

                                                         ***

big brother 🌯: ye

I sighed, and Gabe squinted at me as I dialed the one of the new numbers I knew by heart.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Are you an idiot?” I hissed into the phone.

“Why are you asking that in such a menacing tone?”

“Why the hell are you texting me while you’re driving? And how in the hell did you lose Scott?”

“I told you, he ran out of the car.”

I rolled my eyes. By now, Gabe was sitting on my bed as I paced back and forth across my carpet.

“Stiles, would it really be that hard to hear him open the car door and run?”

He groaned loudly over the phone. “You know what, you really aren’t helping.”

Gabe grinned, “Has he checked with Allison? Maybe Scott went to her place.”

“Gabe asks if you checked Allison.”

Stiles sighed. “No, I didn’t, but it’s fine because he just texted me.”

“Alright. Can you swing by to pick us up before the game?”

At that, Gabe left the room.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

“Awesome, thanks. Be careful.”

“Yeah, no problem. I will be. Text ya when I’m outside.”

“Okay. Do you have your gear or should I get it for you?”

“It’s in my room.”

“Alright. See ya soon.”

“You too. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

As soon as I hung up, Gabe walked back into the room, his gear in one hand and Stiles’s in the other. I grinned.

“He probably needs this.” Gabe held it out towards me with a small smile.

                                                         ***

“Stiles, come on. We’re gonna be late.” Gabe hissed in the backseat.

“I can’t go any faster.” He shot back.

“You’re barely going the speed limit.” I gestured to the speedometer as the car moved along.

“Stiles, seriously! You two have to help Scott and I can’t be late again or Coach is gonna kick me off the team.” Gabe groaned.

“Yeah, and the team manager has to be there, Sti.” I sighed.

Stiles grumbled before speeding up, running the light. Gabe and I groaned in unison, throwing our heads back onto our seats.

He parked horribly in the back lot, and Gabe practically shoved Stiles out of his way. He grabbed his gear and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Go ahead, we’ll catch up.” Stiles grabbed his bag and shut the trunk.

Gabe eyed me wearily before running off, tugging at his flannel as he went. I sighed. Stiles had shooed Gabe off so he could talk to me.

“What do you wanna say, Stiles?”

“You and Isaac need to make up.” He started walking.

I snorted loudly. “I thought you said he was bad news.”

“He is. But you’re sad and I hate it.”

I laughed, “And what, do you just want me to tell him everything?”

“Yeah, why not? I’m sure Scott would be fine with it.”

I stopped walking and shook my head, arms crossed over my chest. “No way.”

“Why not?” Stiles turned to face me.

“It’s dangerous!” I hissed back.

Stiles made a face.

“I’ll tell him that there’s something going on that I can’t tell him about because it’s not my business to tell.” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat.

Stiles’s posture softened. “Are you gonna cry?”

I shook my head. “I just don’t like fighting with him.”

Stiles slung an arm around my shoulder and we started walking again. “Nobody likes fighting with their best friend. You’ll be alright.”

                                                         ***

After Coach yelled at us for being late and Gabe eyed us before going back to changing, Stiles was quick to run off. I looked around for Isaac, but I didn’t find him. I would have to see him on the field anyway.

“Hey, Lupus. Can I talk to you?” Jackson jogged up to me, stick in hand.

I looked up from my clipboard to him, “Yeah, what’s up?”

He dropped next to me on the bench.

“Have you noticed anything … off about McCall?”

I snorted, “You mean aside from the fact that he’s good all of a sudden?”

Jackson nodded, serious. I groaned internally at the thought of Jackson becoming involved with the werewolf business. I bit at the inside of my cheek and shook my head.

“No, not really. Why?”

“Well … he’s been kind of aggressive lately. And he seemed to get his skills overnight. I’m thinking that-” He looked around to see if anybody was listening to our conversation, “I’m thinking maybe he’s on steroids.”

I laughed bitterly. “You let Coach and I worry about Scott.” I gave his good shoulder a rough pat and went off to find the boy in question.

I bumped into Isaac on the way to Scott’s locker. His face lit up at first, only for a scowl to grow rapidly.

“Um, Isaac?” I scratched at the back of my neck.

He raised an eyebrow while glaring down at me. I squirmed uncomfortably. His height was usually comforting, but right now it was suffocating me.

“Do you think maybe we could talk after the game?”

He rolled his eyes, “If you’re just gonna lie for Scott again, don’t bother.”

I shook my head, “No, I-” I let out a breath, my shoulders drooping. “I wanna talk to you about that.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Fine.”

He walked away, and I caught myself before I could grab his wrist. Touching him when he was off guard was a no.

“Isaac?”

He sighed before looking at me over his shoulder expectantly.

“Thank you.”

He only nodded before continuing on his way. I found Stiles standing at Scott’s locker.

“If I don’t play, I lose first line and Allison.”

Gabe walked to my side, bumping hips with me.

“Allison’s not going anywhere! And it’s one game that you really don’t need to play.” Stiles said.

Scott looked up from his shoe. “I wanna play!”

Stiles sighed.

Something about the way Scott’s voice sounded and his face looked reminded me of a little kid.

“I wanna be on the team, I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. Do you get that?” His voice faltered.

Stiles nodded.

“We get it.” I spoke.

Stiles sat next to Scott. “Just try not to worry too much while you’re out there, okay?”

Scott nodded.

“Or get angry.”

“I got it.” He nodded again.

“Or stressed.”

“I got it.”

“Don’t think about Allison being in the stands.” Stiles shook his head.

Gabe and I rolled our eyes.

“Or that her father’s trying to kill you. Or that Derek’s trying to kill you.”

I slapped the back of his head as Scott tensed even further. It didn’t seem to stop him.

“Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone.”

Scott was staring at him now, eyes wide with panic.

“If a hunter doesn’t kill you first-”

I clapped my hand over his mouth and avoided eye contact with Isaac as Gabe accidentally met the judgemental gaze of Cole.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He let out a breath when I uncovered his mouth.

Scott grabbed his gloves, eyes still the size of the moon.

Probably not the best comparison.

“Good luck out there.” I gave Scott’s shoulders a squeeze before making my way out to the field.

I shivered, even wrapped in Isaac’s oversized lacrosse hoodie. Gabe and I sat on the bench in front of the bleachers. He checked the sturdiness of his net before tugging his gloves on.

“God, I hate playing against them.”

A sharp breath escaped my nose as I glanced at the opposing team.

Marble Falls High.

Their players were always big and scary looking.

“There’s no way those kids are all high schoolers.” I huffed, rubbing my hands together.

“Do I really have to tell you to bring a jacket every time, Lupus?” Hands clapped onto my shoulders.

“Hey Dad.”

I looked up, “Hi Dad.”

“Where’s the other one?”

Gabe looked out and pointed to the incoming Stiles and Scott.

“Alright. I just wanted to say hi. I’ll be sitting back there.”

“Okay. Have fun.” Gabe grinned.

“You kids too. Be safe out there.” Dad patted his head before kissing the top of mine and walking off.

“You alright?” Gabe looked over at me.

I shivered again, and something told me that the hoodie wrapped around me was probably half the cause of my goosebumps.

“Lup?”

I shrugged and scooted closer to him, watching as Lydia spoke to Scott and Stiles made his way towards us.

“I’m gonna talk to him later, but I don’t think it’s gonna be easy to get him back to normal. He’s never gonna trust me again.” I whined, thumping my head against Gabe’s shoulder pads.

He patted my knee and kissed the top of my head.

“He’s your best friend and you’re his. You’ll be alright.”

Stiles dropped next to me and sighed.

“How come Scott gets all the cool powers and he’s talking to Lydia Martin?” He whined.

“Because he got bit by a werewolf and now everyone is trying to kill him.” I patted his leg as Coach blew the whistle.

The other team was on their feet in seconds and running to the field, all screams and excitement. I wished Gabe good luck as our team made its way to the field. Isaac grabbed my hand and squeezed it as he passed by. I grinned at the back of his helmet clad head. Upset or not, traditions were traditions. Stiles chewed on the thumb of his glove as everyone positioned themselves accordingly. Dad came up and grabbed Stiles by the shoulders.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hey.” He reluctantly pulled the glove from between his teeth.

“So you think you’ll see any action tonight?”

Stiles’s eyes remained trained on Scott, whereas mine flicked between Scott, Gabe, and Isaac.

“Action?” He repeated.

If Scott wolfing out counts, sure.

“Maybe.” He shrugged.

Jackson got the ball first, and completely ignored the fact that Scott was open. Stiles grumbled beside me as Scott threw his hands up in the air. The game went on like that, until Scott almost got the ball. Jackson rammed into his hip and sent him sprawled across the floor. Stiles and I both winced, and I knew that wherever Melissa was, she had felt that one in her bones. Gabe faltered beside him, but a glare from Coach kept him going.

Jackson got the ball once more and scored. Everyone from Beacon High was on their feet, cheering. Stiles sighed in disbelief as I marked it down and rolled my eyes.

“That’s it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!” Coach yelled, running along the sideline.

Jackson glared at Scott. Stiles groaned again, this time looking up at someone on the bleachers. I followed his line of sight and was met with Lydia and Allison holding up a poster encouraging Jackson.

Scott caught sight of it. Stiles flinched when he saw Scott’s face fall.

“Brutal.”

Oh god, that was not going to end well.

A group of the best players, Gabe included, was herded to the middle of the field by Jackson. Scott stared at them. It occurred to me that he could probably hear them. Danny shook his head before saying something to Jackson. Jackson patted his chest and they dispersed. Gabe sent me a look of concern before jerking his head towards Scott.

Shit.

                                                         ***

A few seconds before the fourth quarter started, Scott was half bent over on the field, his lacrosse stick across his legs like a weapon. I whistled to catch a ref’s attention. I waved one over and pointed to Scott. He hadn’t caught a ball the entire game, and he did not seem happy.

“Can you just ask him if he’s alright, please?”

The ref nodded and I thanked him. He walked over to Scott and spoke to him. Scott only nodded his head slowly. The other players were now looking at him, and I saw concern in Gabe’s eyes. Isaac glanced at Scott and then me before shaking his head. The ref looked to me and nodded before walking to his place on the field. Jackson was staring at Scott, confusion painted on his face.

A player from the opposing team that had been standing behind Scott took a few steps back. Isaac went to take one forward, but Gabe stopped him, shaking his head. Isaac tried to send me a look, but I avoided it at all costs. Stiles bit down on his glove again, obviously worried.

The score was 3 to 5, and Coach was probably about to ride everyone’s asses. I saw that Scott looked up at something. Allison and Lydia were now holding up a different poster, but it was still glorifying Jackson. Something about Scott’s demeanor changed. The ref was starting the last quarter of the game.

Jackson struggled, and the ball was sent flying. They started actively playing when Scott began to literally jump over other players to catch the ball. I rose to my feet, my hands balled up in the pocket of Isaac’s hoodie. Stiles stiffened beside me. He was wolfing out, and someone was bound to get hurt. I caught Gabe’s eye and gestured toward Isaac. He nodded, agreeing to keep him out of harm’s way.

Scott dodged other people, ignoring opportunities to pass to anyone.

He made the shot.

I could hear Melissa cheering from here, but that only raised the tension. Stiles jumped to his feet, screaming and getting high fives from whoever he could. I knew I should go along, to fit the image and not raise suspicion. But if Scott wasn’t Scott, we were in danger. Jackson huffed in the cold air, visibly angry. Coach started barking orders to pass to Scott as Stiles screamed and jumped and danced next to me.

They set the ball and the opposing team got it. The guy was pretty close to making a play, but when he turned around to see Scott, he stiffened and tossed him the ball. Scott caught it easily. I wrote that down. Stiles bit down on his glove again, his leg bouncing up and down. Coach sat down next to him and looked at both of us.

“Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?”

Stiles nodded and pulled his glove from his mouth. “Yes, I believe so, Coach.”

Scott ran through the field, dodging opponents like it was nothing. I felt Stiles grimace as Coach spoke again. Scott shot, and the force of the ball blew a hole in the goalie’s net.

Holy shit.

I wrote that down on my arm, but not the clipboard. I would have to ask Stiles if he knew anything about the strength of werewolves. Stiles and Coach jumped up, walking onto the field and cheering. My feet were frozen to the ground, all senses on edge.

“Stilinski! What’re you doing, get out here!” Coach beckoned to me.

I scrambled to catch up with Stiles, who was still screaming with excitement. I noticed Scott looking up, fangs out and eyes aglow. I tensed. He ducked back down.

“What? The ball’s in the net!”

“Ball’s in the net!” Stiles repeated.

Coach and Stiles continued to argue against Marble Fall’s coach. I very narrowly escaped Isaac’s outstretched hand and swallowed the guilt it brought me as I neared Scott. Coach blew the whistle and put both hands up. Our school cheered. Scott looked at him, then the scoreboard. It was now 5 to 5, with 39 seconds left till the end of the game. I felt Isaac’s eyes burning holes into my bones. I ignored it as Coach called me back to the benches. Scott shook his head, now more normal looking than before. My leg was bouncing up and down wildly. Stiles was chewing on his glove again, but this time from excitement. Gabe caught my eye.

Are you okay?

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Do I look okay?

He only huffed and got back into his position, ready to play the end of the game. The ref put the ball down and blew the whistle. Jackson got the ball and passed it to Scott, who ran it towards the goal. Scott stopped and looked around. A low growling noise came from the field. I jabbed Stiles in the side with my elbow.

“He’s been like this since we started, Sti.”

“Oh no, no, no. Scott, no, no.” Stiles mumbled, standing up.

I followed suit, waving at Gabe and pointing to the other side of the field. I didn’t want him too close to this. Seven seconds left on the timer. Scott remained frozen. The opposing team cornered him in against the goal, charging at him from both sides. He shot.

He made it.

Beacon Hills won and so Beacon Hills cheered.

I groaned as Stiles threw his hands up.

“Yes!” He laughed joyfully. “Oh my god!”

Scott was running off the field, back into the school.

How was he gonna explain that one to Allison?

Actually… how would I explain any of this to him?

I noticed Isaac approach from the corner of my eye. The guilt of dodging him earlier came back and I ran to Gabe, throwing my arms around him even though he smelled awful.

“What?” He patted my back with his glove-clad hand.

“I can’t talk to him right now.” I hissed back.

“Alright. Come on, let’s go sit with Dad and Stiles.” He pulled a glove off and held my hand as we walked back to the bleachers.

Dad was on the phone, covering his other ear with his free hand. Stiles was sitting on the bench. He perked up when he saw us.

“Have either of you seen Scott?”

“He ran off to the school.” Isaac’s voice rang out before I could open my mouth.

My heart thumped inside my ribcage, and I praised the skies that he couldn’t hear it.

“Uh huh.” Dad mumbled into the phone.

I slowly shuffled on my feet to face the head of blond curls.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Stiles asked.

The four of us turned to look at the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, who only put a hand up to pause Stiles right there.

“Are we gonna talk or?” Isaac looked at me expectantly.

I glanced at Stiles, who nodded. I grabbed Gabe’s shoulder.

“Let me know what Dad’s talking about.” I whispered.

He only nodded and patted my arm. I sighed and followed Isaac as he walked. I reached out for his hand only to stop myself. We stopped in the quad by the library. I sat next to him on the bench, picking at my fingers nervously.

“What did you want to talk about?”

I sighed, wondering how I would put this into words.

“Lupus?”

I let out a sharp breath.

“Look, the things that are happening with Scott…” I trailed off, licking over my lips.

“What about them? Is Jackson right? Is Scott on drugs, and you’re covering for him?” His tone was accusatory, and it hurt.

“No! God, no.” I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

“Then what, Lupus? I never thought you would lie to me like this, much less over Scott. You know how I feel and it hurts that you’re lying to me.” His voice softened at the end.

“Isaac, I-”

My phone rang, cutting me off. I pulled it out to cut the call short, but it was Gabe. I glanced at Isaac with pleading eyes.

“Two seconds.”

He rolled his eyes and nodded, “Go for it.”

I put the phone to my ear and resisted the urge to walk off. I was sure I wouldn’t want Isaac to hear whatever Gabe had to tell me, but if I walked away, regaining his trust would only get harder.

“Shoot.”

“M.E. said killer was animal, not human. Derek’s out of jail.”

“Fuck.”

“There’s more.” Gabe added.

“What else?”

“Dad id’d both halves of the corpse. Laura Hale. Derek’s sister.”

“Great. I’ll see you soon.”

“You too, be careful. I love you.”

“I love you too kid.”

My thumb slammed on the end call button. Isaac only looked at me with cold eyes, nostrils flared.

“I swear I will tell you what I need to tell you later.”

He nodded, lips a straight and colorless line. He stared straight ahead before grabbing his bag of gear and tossing it over his shoulder, going off into the dark. I groaned.

I made my way back to the locker room fairly quickly, passing by the lacrosse field on the way. It was empty, save for Jackson, who was walking towards the middle of the field. I ducked behind the bleachers, curious as to what he was doing. He bent down and picked up a spare glove.

He inspected it before shaking his head. I noticed another figure creeping from the shadows. He glared at me before stepping into a lighter area.

Derek Hale.

I was probably going to die tonight, too.

Jackson turned, eyes widening at the sight of Derek.

Practically everything within me screamed to run. The sheriff’s daughter in me was kicking, begging me to get out of there. But I stayed. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Derek turned and walked back into the dark. He sent me a passing look, but said nothing. I made sure Jackson wasn’t watching as I ran back to the school.

Trying to survive the next week was sure to be lots of fun.

[polygamyff]

38.

I have been putting this off, but I need to do it, my birthday is literally around the corner and I cannot put this off anymore. Maurice is better, he has taken on what the doctor has said. He has been spending time at home, he hasn’t gone out to be honest, but I know he is better, he is eating so that is good. He has his personality back but he remains with that hair and that god forsaken beard, I swear to god I would force him but he said he is waiting until the wedding day, I don’t know why but he said he wants to wait. He looks a damn mess but I need to go to California, I need to tell my family face to face, I have so much to do and being here is not helping because I have to go back to California but then Maurice is ok but he needs me, I am stressing out because I want to say it to him, I have been wanting to say it to him a few days ago but then I don’t “I need to do this” I said to myself, let me do it now I have to do it because then it’s my birthday and I will be getting married and my family will hate me. Making my way out of the bedroom, I can hear from here. I just can’t get over how much Reign adores her dad, like he talks so much shit and she just loves it, I think from out of this situation I can take away from this is how much they have bonded even more. Walking around the corner “I think Reign, in these situations you’re going to have to accept there may be someone else around, this tension between you both it can’t happen. It really cannot, I am trying here Reign. I am but you need to be nice” my smile grew, I don’t know what the better gift was, the ring or the cheap ass bear. He has got my daughter and that bear facing each other “you’re looking at me like a piece of shit Reign, I just don’t think it’s nice. Poor boo thang, she is minding her own business and you placed her ear in your mouth, no dear lady. You can’t do that” Maurice looked over at me and just smiled at me “Mi Amor, are we going to be nicer?” Reign looked at Maurice, Reign gurgled and then let out the sweetest little giggle “aww baby, you are the most precious little lady, I am joking. Come here” he picked her up and placed her on his lap “you done harassing her about that bear?” sitting down on the couch “we have our daily chats Robyn, I want her to learn from her papa kindness. I am trying” shaking my head laughing “sure, anyways. We need to talk” Maurice let out an oh “yes, oh” Maurice doesn’t look happy already.

I don’t know why I find this hard; I think it is because I don’t wish to leave him alone just yet “so I need to go back to California and quick Maurice, I haven’t told my family anything. I have not left much time, I have been putting it off because I don’t want to leave you alone so that is why but baby, I need to go and tell them, I need to prepare. I have no dress, or anything” I can see the mood change, he got so sad as he put his head down looking at Reign’ hair “her hair is better” he changed the subject “Maurice, please listen to me” he lifted his head up, he is sad “I don’t want you to go because then I got nobody here, I have had the worst and best time ever. I have always felt this way, but I hate you being away from me, just makes me feel lonely as fuck like I got nobody again, I don’t want that feeling to come back. It stresses me out, I miss my daughter, I miss you. You both are the only ones around, I don’t want nobody, I just want my family around. It stresses me out” he ranted on “you felt like this but never said anything, why?” I didn’t think he felt like that “I didn’t want to stress you out and then make it seem like I am clingy as fuck, you know but I don’t want you to go, but then you do. You know, I love you both” I sighed out “then come with me, you can come with me to California” Maurice seems to not want to leave this hotel, this place to be honest “your dad hates me, I just cause issues” shaking my head “it’s got nothing to do with him, I didn’t think you felt this way, I want you to come with me. I can’t leave you behind now I know this. I don’t want you to stress out either” the elevator doors opened; I do hate that to be honest “didn’t you cut it off?” I questioned Maurice “I did” looking behind me “what the fuck? It’s been weeks!” Shawn spat, I don’t think Shawn is the man he wants to see so I cringed.

Maurice is not happy, I can tell by his face “wow, the hell happened to you? Maurice, wow, you look bad, I mean really bad” frowning at Shawn “he’s better than he was thank you Shawn, he’s come a long way and I said he doesn’t want to see anybody” I just don’t want the arguments between these two “I know but I missed him, like I really have and I was concerned but I’ve seen you skinny but wow, why the hair and beard?” I’m going to stay out of this, it’s best this way “when you going to tell me about my sister?” He said it now, Shawn made his way around the couch “you knew?” Taking in a deep breath “what don’t I know Shawn? I’m not stupid so don’t act like I am, why? Why my sister? All these years” getting up from the couch, let me take Reign and leave because it’s not my place or business to stay “I will just be in the bedroom” picking Reign out of Maurice’ arms “because I like her, I didn’t think that. Look it just happened, we ended up in bed and it happened. Then we decided to you know try it, we happy” I am walking so slowly, like very slowly to the bedroom but they can’t see me now “does she know that you also can’t keep your hands to yourself? She’s not pissed you off yet? Because you touch my sister I will come for you” I’m not gonna leave, I’m gonna stay here now “that was the past, she was hitting me” Maurice sniggered “she hit you to stop you, you told me the truth why lie! You beat her so bad she lost the baby, the baby you didn’t want and then your dad paid her off. And then again with them girls in the hotel! You can’t take a woman being dominant and my sister is not quiet. You can’t keep your hands to yourself and you think I’m going to allow you to be with my sister? You ain’t perfect bro, no you ain’t. Everyone thinks you the cute blue eyed Shawn, you a fucking liar! Fucking liar! You really pissed me off with this, I know your past like you do mines. People think I’m bad, but you? Oh you’re worse than me. You got issues, you say I have because of my dad but it’s you, you do. You don’t get with my sister Shawn, I don’t want you with her” oh wow, Shawn is bad very bad “that was me then, I lose my temper, I’m working on it. I wanted to come here and tell you I’m with your sister, but you want to drag up my past” Shawn said “past? Shawn that incident with those girls happened three years ago, I don’t get you. You’re perfect but then you’re not, you forced them girls to have sex with you and themselves. Look I just want you to stop, end it or walk away Shawn, go” my eyes widened seeing Shawn storm off, oh this is not good and I feel sick to hear that.

Do I go to the bedroom or go back “you can come back!” Maurice shouted, I froze midway thinking on how awkward this is “ok” I said, my voice crooked a little, I mean he knew I never left “I wasn’t snooping” so I say, walking back into the living area “I didn’t hear the door close” Maurice looked over at me “do I look bad, why did he react that way?” he is acting like he didn’t just say what he said to Shawn “you just look skinny, that is it. You look fine Maurice” laying Reign down on her playmat, let her play for a while “what did Shawn do? I mean Maurice, he could be a changed man?” walking around the coffee table and sitting on the ouch “I don’t know what issues he has with women, but when he is drunk, he is not good. I mean, maybe it’s because he is short as fuck and he feels like he needs to show these girls, but he does it all of the time. His dad bails him out, pays these girls off. You know when you say businessmen are fucking weird and we get what we want? Remember?” nodding my head “well Shawn has that, he got money, so he lures these women to the room, they go because he is good looking. They always come out crying, he wants them to do shit and he’s rough or whatever. I asked him and he said you get what money can buy; I don’t want that for my sister. So anyways, he is fucking with this girl and he gets her pregnant, she wants to keep it so they get into a fight. He beat her so bad; it was bad Robyn. People think I am the bad guy, I am nothing. He is just a rich man that is fucking on what he can, you know?” Maurice shook his head “wow, I feel sick. I didn’t think it” Maurice laughed “why would you, sweet blue-eyed Shawn. But back to us, I don’t want you to go but you do” he is sad, I can’t leave him “Maurice, listen to me. You are coming with me, ok? We are going, not just me. But the friendship you both have, what happens?” I don’t get it “we still friends, he knows that. He is my brother, but he just got me angry, I just think he knows what he is like, he can’t help himself. He will fuck on her, he doesn’t love her” he knows his friend “ok but what if he does, Maurice she could be the one? Just think on it while I pack ok. We need to go” I just need to get back to Cali and sort my life out.

Maurice has a snapback, plus a hoodie and shades. He doesn’t want a single person to see him, I think he looks ok but then again I love him either way he is because he is my man, we left from the back of the hotel again “I don’t want to invade on your family, they don’t like me” Maurice keeps saying that “it’s my dad Maurice, nobody else. Stop saying that, I want you with me. I never knew you felt that way about me leaving you, I don’t want you stressed out and make yourself ill, I am here for you Maurice. Through thick and thin ok?” I don’t want him to think I don’t love him because I do, he is my everything “thank you” he mumbled “don’t say thank you either, goofy. So did you think about what I said? About Shawn?” I questioned “nope, but I never told you that my dad said about the home, to put it against the business, so I just did it and added it to the business and I got it. I paid it all off” my eyes bulged out “what!?” I spat “what home!?” what is he on “the home I showed you, I just did it and we got a home. It’s done now” my chest “Maurice, that is sixty-seven million? Million! What are you on?” he doesn’t seem fazed by it “and it’s paid Robyn, done. It’s ours” I am shook “Maurice, I can’t do it. What are you doing?” he is so calm about it “you’re going to love it” I am shook, I can’t even speak “but Maurice, that is millions. Are you not shocked!? And they paid it just like that? What?” Maurice laughed “I am a billionaire Robyn, and that is our forever home. That will be our family home now, and when I put it through I detailed the reason why and it’s legit, it makes the business better with me close by so it all works out” I can’t accept this “Maurice, I don’t believe it. I really don’t, sorry” Maurice shrugged, I do believe him, but I am in disbelief.

Maurice seems a little anxious, it’s been a while for him “take your backpack and get on the jet, I will get Reign. Honestly go” I want him too; he doesn’t need to wait around. The SUV door opened “go, I am coming” I think it didn’t help with Shawn’ reaction to him but it’s just his weight and then the hair which he promised he will shave when we get married, I think he looks just fine. Picking Reign’ car seat out, I swear I am going to break a nail with this “can you just hold her” I said to the driver “of course” he took the car seat from me, picking my bag from the seat and getting out of the SUV “thank you” taking the car seat from him, making my towards the jet. I love that he has a jet, look how quick and easy we get a jet, just like that because it’s his and it is here “afternoon” the pilot smiled at me “hi” making my way up the steps, Maurice ran up these steps “I’ve not been well, I know, I don’t look good” turning the corner and seeing Maurice speaking to his flight attendant “I know, I thought so because I haven’t been working at all, just waiting around. Well I am happy you are ok, no matter how you look, you look ok” Maurice smiled at her “is she still asleep?” Maurice asked, nodding my head “she is, that is peace for us” placing the seat on the table.

I am a little sad, I am sad that I didn’t think Maurice felt that way about me being away from him. If I didn’t make this decision, I would have killed this man, the stress would have killed him “are we staying at the hotel when we get to Cali?” furrowing my eyebrows “erm no, staying at my parents home Maurice. And so are you” I wouldn’t be doing that at all unless my parents throw out Maurice “Maurice, you can get annoyed with me but what do men get out of doing that to women, I mean like making women have sex or making girls to girl on girl action, what do men get out of it? Business men are weird, I stick by that” Maurice scratched his cheek, his hairy ass face “you need to moisturize your face, look at this” licking my thumb and reaching over, rubbing my thumb over the spot of dry skin “you need a facial, don’t worry, I will give it but tell me” I just don’t get why Shawn would need to do that “uhm well it’s all about power, I liked the feeling of being high but that was because I was numbing my pain, my illness was a big thing that pushed me to it, and then my dad and everything but I got hooked. I see why they would like to do it, it’s the power of money. They love control, I mean before you I did. I think with Shawn he likes to make sure these girls knew he had money, he had power and if he wanted, he could make you eat her pussy. It’s just being hungry for power knowing daddy will bail you out, I can at times have an attitude and you have said it to me but that is because my mind is on business but it is because business men love the chase and love power” I sighed out “I am sad to hear that about Shawn, like I didn’t think” shaking my head “but he’s been the best friend to me, I love him. But he has his own issues” he clearly does, I am not sure if I do support this now.

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Matchmaker (Kenny x Reader)

A/N: so I found this quote and decided to write a story about it. Well, i was really just inspired by the emotions the quote evoked... anyway, i wanted to make this story really sweet, and i hope you love it!!!

“They stood there pretending to be just friends when all the while everyone in the room could plainly see that they were only existing for each other.”

-Emma Blake

I feel like a small part of me has always loved him. Through everything, he’s always been by my side, and I can’t forget that. Maybe we were meant to be together. That’s what Kyle always used to tell me. I never told him that I liked Kenny, but he could tell just from the way we acted that there was something different between us. Something we didn’t have with Stan or Kyle or Cartman.

I never thought about asking him out. It never crossed my mind. He was my friend, my best friend. I was content with that for a long time.

But then, as I was lying in my bed one night, I couldn’t help but think of him. The way he smiled at me. The way his voice got lower when he whispered in my ear, and I would laugh when it tickled. The way he would hold my shoulder with his hand protectively when someone was threatening me. The way his fingers felt on mine when we accidentally touched walking down the sidewalk. The way he would carry my bag when my back hurt and I complained.

To put it simply, I was thinking about the things that I loved about him.

I didn’t know I loved him until that night. Tears dripped down my face. I wasn’t quite sure why, but my heart ached with a broken desire. I cried into my pillow for an hour that night, just sobbing until I was out of tears and energy. Why did this hurt so much?

He was only my friend. Why did that suddenly make me feel a terrible weight in my gut?

After that, I tried to pretend like there was nothing bothering me. It worked. No one noticed how I was a bit shifty, and my eyes would avert to the ground when he said something particularly flirty or adorable. No one really noticed how my ears turned red when he got close.

At least, I didn’t think they noticed.

But Cartman did. That stupid, fat jackass noticed my change in mood after that night.

He approached me once when I was walking home alone. He lived in the opposite direction, so it was obvious he was up to something when he tapped my shoulder. I stopped walking and turned to him, shuffling my cold feet in the snow. He grinned evilly, and it made my heart rate spike.

“So, Y/N, you’ve been really weird around Kenny lately,” he hummed, bumping my shoulder with his own. I tensed upon hearing those words. I thought I was subtle, that my secret was kept under lock and key. Apparently not if Cartman had noticed. “Anything happen between you two?” he asked suggestively, raising a brow.

I sighed and turned away from him, kicking a large mound of snow with my converse-clad foot. God, was I cold, and now he had me standing out in the snow in only my sneakers. I wanted to die. Why did he have to catch on? “Shut up. You don’t know anything,” I said.

“Um, no. I’m the best fucking matchmaker in South Park, and I know when someone is in love,” he declared confidently. I cringed at that word.

Love.

My face paled as fear wracked through my form. I was so scared. “You’re right. I do love him.”

I could practically sense the smirk growing on his chubby cheeks. I still didn’t dare looking back at him, instead focusing my gaze on the ground.

“Why haven’t you told him then? Don’t be a pussy, Y/N,” he insulted me, but I didn’t care. He always said stuff like that, and usually Kenny was with me to throw an insult right back. This time, I was alone, and Kenny was our topic of interest. I always dreaded this conversation.

Truthfully, I thought Kyle would be the one to discover my infatuation with my best friend. He was always around, and he took to observing the little things about his friends. I always figured that he would be the one to confront me and coax me into telling Kenny how much I cared for him. But, sadly, it didn’t work out the way I expected. Instead, Cartman was the one I was confessing my deepest fear towards.

What a messy situation.

“I can’t tell him. I don’t want to lose what we have. He’s my best friend.”

“So, you’d rather just suffer pretending you’re happy?” he questioned. “That’s bullshit.”

I smiled sadly, nodding. “I just have to be content with the way things are.”

He shook his head, growling out in frustration, “Fucking coward.”

I nodded once again, a few tears stinging my eyes that I refused to let fall. It was sad, how cowardly I was being. “Yeah, I really am.” I cared for Kenny, and if my confession led to me losing him, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. He’s basically all I’ve had for ten years. I needed him.

_______________

I sighed as I leaned back against Kenny, my head resting on his shoulder. A movie droned on in the background, but I couldn’t focus. I just mindlessly stared at the screen. Kyle and Stan sat on the floor beside the bed, intently watching the movie about robots or some shit.

I was thinking. About him. About how different the group would be without that tie between me and Kenny. Would Kyle and Stan look at me differently? Would they pity me? Would the group have to hang out separately, or would I have to start hanging out with Wendy and Bebe to avoid the awkward vibes?

I was so worried I didn’t even notice as Kenny looked over at me, concern written in his eyes. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even jumped at the scary jumpscare in the movie. I always jumped at those parts and let out a little scream or two. I hated horror movies, but today I seemed completely lost in my own mind.

He shifted a bit, turning around to face me. I sat up straight as well, turning to look at him curiously. He also didn’t miss the way my lips were curled into a deep frown before I plastered on some sort of fake smile. God, it was awful. He had absolutely no idea what was wrong, but he was going to find out. I could just see the determination in his eyes.

“Y/N, I forgot I have to get milk from the store. My mom is gonna kill me if I don’t bring it home,” he said. “Mind coming with me?” His face was so close, I felt my ears turning red and my heart to pound in my chest. I nodded slowly, sliding off the bed after him.

“Kyle, Stan, we gotta go. See you tomorrow?” Kenny bid his friends a short goodbye, and they only waved over their shoulders, too engrossed in the movie to actually care. Kenny slipped my hand in his as he led me down the stairs and past Stan’s dad, who waved us goodbye as well.

I walked beside him quietly as we made our way down the sidewalk. He was still holding onto my hand, and as much as I loved the warmth that radiated between us, I felt sick to the stomach. What was I going to do? Why did I have to suddenly change my mind and fall in love with him?

“You okay? You’ve been acting really weird tonight,” he piped up, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine. Just a little sick is all…”

“Oh, okay. I was getting really worried there for a second that I did something wrong or you hated me or something,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. If only he knew.

He completely forgot to pull up his hood when we left the house. And god, did I love his face and his thick blond hair that sat wildly atop his head. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and slide my thumbs along his cheek bones, just to be close to him like that, to give into my own selfish desires, no matter how innocent they were.

I couldn’t do this anymore.

I yanked my hand from his grip, clutching it to my chest. I looked away from him, fear and cowardice plain to see in my eyes. “Y/N, what’s wrong-”

“I can’t do this. I have to go home.” And with those words being my last that night, I ran off the other way. He didn’t follow me. He said nothing either. My feet hit the ground hard as I got closer and closer to my house. It was so cold, and the tears on my cheeks felt like they would freeze.

I hated everything in that one moment. I just wanted to lie in my bed and forget everything.

____________________

“Y/N was really weird last night,” Kenny sighed, walking beside his friends as they left the arcade. Stan sent him a questioning look. It wasn’t too often that Y/N did anything out of the ordinary. Kenny was always happy with her, no matter what mood she was in. In fact, he occasionally rambled on about the way her nose scrunched up when she was angry with him or how she bit her lip when she was nervous.

He really liked her; it was shocking if she did something to make him upset.

Kyle piped up, “How was she weird?”

The hooded boy kicked a rock on the sidewalk and groaned. “I don’t know what happened, but she was just zoned out for half the night and wouldn’t reply to me,” he told them. “And then she ran away from me when we were walking and she said some shit like, ‘I can’t do this. I’m going home’.”

Stan winced. “Ouch. That’s harsh.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Cartman, of course, interrupted the serious conversation with an abrupt and deliberately mocking question. “Why do you care so much, Kinny? She’s just a dumb friend. She’ll get over it-”

“Dude, you don’t even understand. She’s never been angry with me. Never.”

“She’s been angry with me and Kahl and Stan before and they never got this upset over it,” he commented, obviously targeting him in some weird way.

The blond was angry now. He clenched his fist by his sides and glared daggers at the concrete. “Because Y/N is way closer to me than she is to the three of you!” he growled. “Dumbass.”

Cartman grinned, bumping shoulders with the boy. He had this evil look in his eyes and a masterful plan laid on in his head. After all, he had to live up to his self-proclaimed title of “best fucking matchmaker in South Park”. He would do this for Y/N, and because he was sick of Kenny talking about her all the time like some lovesick dog.

“What? Are you two hooking up behind our backs?”

“No! Fuck you, fatass! I’m in love with her! That’s why!”

Kyle’s jaw dropped, and the only words to fall from his lips were, “Oh, Shit…”

Cartman smirked and skipped along past his friend. “So you finally admit it, you fucking pussy. I thought you were gonna pretend for the rest of your shitty life,” he mocked. Kyle and Stan walked closely behind, and Stan patted Kenny on the back in support. He knew how embarrassing it was when your friends make fun of you because you like someone. He endured this with Wendy more times to count.

He rolled his eyes at the fat boy mocking him. “Oh, just fuck off, Cartman. You’re just jealous since a fatso like you can’t get laid.”

“And you can?” Cartman snapped back.

Kenny’s face turned red as he countered, but he meant it. “Shut up. If she loved me back, we’d have the best sex, she’d be begging me to fuck her!” He crossed his arms over his chest, and watched as Kyle and Stan gawked at him for saying something like that. It was weird, hearing someone talk about Y/N sexually. She was pretty innocent, to be frank.

Stan whistled, sending his friend a cautionary look. “Wow, don’t let her hear you say that. She’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“I’m  just saying. Now leave me alone about Y/N because it’s never gonna happen,” he mumbled, grouchy once again. It was the one thing stopping him from finding Y/N right then and telling her how much he loved her and wanted her. It was the one thing stopping him from the dozens of times he was about to kiss her but caught himself.

Stan raised a brow, as Kyle smiled. Cartman was too angry after being put in his place to say anything. He just walked on ahead, which the trio was relieved to see. “I don’t know about that, Kenny.”

“You might actually have a chance with her.”

“Yeah, fucking right.”

“No! We’re serious! A girl doesn’t just let you hold her hand and sleep on your shoulder and tell you all her secrets if she’s not into you,” Kyle argued, bringing up points that Kenny completely passed off as normal between them. “She’s slept over your house in your bed before, and she always tells you to take off your hood, probably because she thinks you’re hot.”

Kenny smirked, finding the thought quite entertaining. What if she did think he was attractive? It was exciting to believe what they said was true. He shoved his hands into his pockets and chuckled. “Maybe you guys are right. I should give it a shot.”

__________________

Kenny stood on my doorstep at one in the morning. Luckily, my brother was the one to answer the door. He played video games all night so he was always around to hear knocking. If he hadn’t got the door though, I don’t know what I would have done. My mom would have killed me knowing I had a boy showing up at the house so late.

My brother came upstairs and knocked on my door, forcing me to wake up. When I did, he quickly told me that Kenny was here, and he was waiting for me outside. The spike in my heart rate sent me into a flurry of throwing on my jacket and hat and rushing to the door to step into my boots.

Indeed, my best friend, also the love of my life, stood on the doorstep, eyeing the ground with a certain frustration in his blue eyes. I shut the door behind me as I stepped out, tugging my coat closer to my chest. I would have invited him in so we could be warm, but I couldn’t have my mom catching us somehow.

“Kenny, it’s one in the morning. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, rushing closer to grab onto his hands, feeling that they were ice cold. “You’re freezing. Couldn’t you have waited until morning, you dumbass…” I was worried as I brought his hands up to my lips and blew hot air onto them in a desperate attempt to warm them.

He smiled down at, but I could see it was a bit forced. My stomach turned nervously. He never did this kind of thing so spontaneously without warning, and it was scaring me. What if he found out I loved him and wanted to break off what we had between us? What if he hated me and couldn’t stand the thought of waiting any longer to tell me?

I was terrified of what might happen.

“I have to tell you  something,” he breathed, a puff of smoke coming from his lips. “And I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Kenny, I’m sure it’s not important enough to risk catching hypothermia!” I cried, lowering his hands from my lips and squeezing them in my own. He kept staring at me, looking right into my eyes. It was nerve-wracking. But he had this soothing smile on his lips, as if he were in a dream. It didn’t look forced anymore, thank god.

The words that left his lips next had me weak in the knees.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

I whispered back, too shocked to say anything else, “What?”

“Please, tell me you love me back. Don’t leave me hanging like this,” he chuckled anxiously.

“I’m in love with you, Kenny,” I said. The words felt so weird leaving my mouth, but it also felt amazing. He loved me. I finally got what I was dreaming of for so long. The smile that spread across my face was one of pure joy. I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and laugh against his shoulder. “Dammit, Kenny, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

He buried his nose in my hair, fingers tangling themselves behind my head. “You make me so happy, Y/N.”

Maybe Cartman was onto something this whole time, that fat bastard.

[finderskeepersff]

25. Part 3

“You good?” I asked Sofia, she been crying a lot so you know I hate seeing that from Sofia, she don’t need to cry “I’m ok, it’s just a lot to take in. I didn’t know again, I didn’t know I was pregnant all this time. Four weeks, the signs come and they are there I was so engrossed in making me look perfect I was just killing my baby again, what is wrong with me” sitting down on the chair “you know now” rubbing my face with my hands, a smile formed on my face and it’s just a feeling I can’t explain. I am happy, I mean she is having my baby but also fear of how do I do this “Cass” Kyle said my name “come out here” he waved me over, I wonder what he wants “I’ll be back” Amira and Isabella walked by me going back inside “what is it?” I asked “come, let’s go for a smoke. We can talk, discuss, come on” I wonder why he wants to talk, if something has gone wrong then I don’t want to hear it right now. Sofia is pregnant, she is having my baby and I can calculate this, I got her pregnant when we had sex in the mirror, that is the point of it. It happened then, we conceived then. If I can calculate this right, my baby will be here just two months after my birthday, this is it. That is not a long time at all, I have to make myself a better person by then. I have to stop being angry at things, I mean I’m never that guy but I need to start being good in the fact of staying away from that life.

Kyle held the lighter out to me but I declined, I’m very happy “so what is it? She good then?” Nodding my head “she pregnant” I laughed “no way! You planted another seed in her, wow! Happy for you brother, come” Kyle walked over to me, he hugged me “for a guy that didn’t want a child, you having one. Wow! I always thought about having a child, one of my own but I don’t know, I think this will make Amira talk about it more but I’m happy for you, how you feeling now?” Rubbing the back of my head smiling “I don’t know, I can’t really explain it. It’s a relief I feel for Sofia because she did want this. I feel somewhat closure of losing that first one, I did feel bitter about losing that. I was never there at the moment, I feel like this a chance, new beginnings for me. Hopefully guide me into being a better guy because I know I ain’t that yet, I can be better though. I’m happy” Nodding my head “I can tell you are, I ain’t got no news I just wanted to see you was good. I know how it can be when they arrest you and then talk shit to make you break, worst thing you could do is show your weak side. If they worked out Sofia means a lot to you, they would use it against you every time. But you both good now, you both can move on from this I suppose?” Licking my lips thinking “you know I probably did this all wrong, it was probably me that did it to her. But you know how it is, it’s all learning Kyle. We need to talk more but I’m going to be a dad” Kyle laughed “you wanted to name your son Cartier, you about to do that now huh?” Laughing at Kyle remembering that “man, I was like nineteen and I was high saying that but you know it” I did want to name my son that, I mean I still do now.

Walking back into the room, there is so much we need to speak on but wow, she is pregnant. So that means the baby is four weeks, she has been awful thoughtout those four weeks so she is going to be equally as bad, nothing will change with her but I take it, as long as she doesn’t call me a cheater I’ll be fine with the rest. Sitting down in the chair smiling, I’m really happy about this “I’m happy for you Sofia, the first don or female don” Kyle said, he is stupid “what you talking about?” Amira spat “she pregnant, what else?” Kyle retorted “what!!!?? Is that why you fainted” Amira shot up from the chair “oh my god! That is such good news” Amira huffed Sofia “I’m happy for you, see Kyle now we can have a baby next. He would only have one if Cassius does and look at that you little weirdo, we can now have a baby too” Kyle mean mugged Amira “wow, you really gay for me bro” I said “nigga, fuck you” Kyle in love with me “it’s ok, I love you too” I laughed “that is so sweet, you both have a new home, new baby. This is a blessing, it’s god’s blessing to you both. I mean I did honestly thought Cassius shouting at you made you faint, like that was my initial thought on it. But look at that” I smiled at Isabella calling it gods blessing “where is Myles?” I ain’t seen him “he is at the home we bought, he’s upset that Kyle and Amira bought the last one in the new build, so we are a few blocks away. It’s ok, I mean we can visit” Nodding my head, I’m just confused. Like my mind has so much shit to intake, I knew Sofia was trying but I didn’t think it would have been this quick, this whole thing could have been different and I could be a single man right now but I can’t do that, that’s my child. Sofia really drained me, I am just a mess mentally thinking of all the shit she kept on saying and then this flirting shit and then getting locked up, my mind is a mess.

I flinched a little “so I have to stay overnight” my eyes shot open sitting up “ouch” holding my neck, I didn’t even realise that I fell asleep but my god, my neck “yes you do, we need to get your levels back up” Doctor Ranj said, I fell asleep thinking and my head is pounding “nice of you to be with us but yes Sofia, just relax and we will give the vital vitamins you need, get you back where you need to be. Also we need to arrange for you to come back, we need to watch you. Being Anemic and pregnant can be dangerous to the both of you and the child ok?” Rubbing my head, I am still tired but damn my neck gone “will see you in the morning ok?” Sofia smiled at him lightly, I didn’t even feel myself falling asleep either. I need to pee, getting up from the chair. That is chair is going to kill me because my neck is killing me, rubbing the back my neck walking over to the bathroom “I need the toilet too” Sofia said behind me “well I need it first” what she think it is, I want to pee first. She think I would just not go for a pee because she said she wanted it, closing the door behind me.

Sofia just stared at me, she is so moody “I need to pee” she said again “pee in a box or something” Sofia huffed out “I don’t need you” watching Sofia move the covers from herself “are you naked under there?” I asked “is that all you care about!? Fuck you” I wonder who got her naked, I am curious. Sofia swung her legs around off of the bed, watching her get up slowly from the bed “oh god!” Sofia spat and cringed, watching her scrunch her face up and and hold her arm “are you going to let me help you or you going to be violent towards me?” She be trying to hit out at me if I don’t ask “leave me alone” Sofia sobbed out crying as she got up, is this what I got to deal with. She pulled the drip along with her as she cried “why don’t you tell me what happened?” I asked, she walked by me and I had to laugh, it’s not my fault but I can see her butt crack “nice to know you’re wearing a thong but seriously, let me help you” walking towards her “I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. Leave me alone” holding the toilet door open for her as she slowly walked in “you couldn’t even put the seat down!? Seriously” closing the door ever slowly, let me leave her in there.

Walking back to Sofia’ room, I have had a cigarette and I have cleared my mind a little. My neck does still hurt, I shouldn’t have slept the way I did either. Stretching my neck side to side, I will try and be nice. I mean I am nice to her, I guess we need to talk but Sofia is never in the mood but she has to do it, she has no choice because we need to discuss this. It’s like the elephant in the room, me and the nurse near clashed walking into the room “oh erm, you can go first” she said “oh nah, you can go in” I gestured “thank you” she smiled at me, she is pretty. Very natural, I love her skin colour too. It’s nice, I grinned at her as she walked in before me “did you have to bring him with you” see what I mean, I did nothing “I have just come to check on your pressure, make sure things are going ok. How are you feeling” closing the door behind me, I will just be quiet then “I am bleeding from my arm a little, he didn’t want to help me so I was stuck on what to do, this is his fault” this is awkward because I did try and help.

“Are your boobs sore?” I asked looking down at my phone “what?” Sofia said “is your boobs sore? I asked a question? I am reading on this thing, it says the embryo, not baby but embryo heart is already beating. You are four weeks, that means it’s already beating. Also you will be giving birth to the baby just two months after my birthday, which means, it will be born end of the month too” looking up from my phone “the embryo is the size of an apple, I mean it’s a baby to me. Little alien” I laughed to myself, I am funny. I think it’s the first time since we have been arguing that Sofia looked at me in such a loving way, she smiled at me “I always said you would be a great father” rubbing my neck smiling “and yes my boobs are sore, just for you confirmation. You really worked out the birth date?” I shrugged “I mean kind of, I can be wrong. But I am close, I know I am. Thank you Sofia, I will always try my best either way. But on a real, who undressed you?” This information won’t leave my mind “myself, better? I did wake up” I can sleep better then “ok, I feel better knowing that. Can we talk now? Like we needed too?” Sofia nodded her head “it’s is shit but I ain’t about to break my neck sleeping here” shuffling my chair closer to the bed, I moved this away because I didn’t want to get hit.

“Ladies first, you can go first. You didn’t answer me, you don’t trust me?” I asked her, I need to know “I do trust you, you changed how you look. You changed you, I got scared, I did stupid shit because I am insecure, I got scared. I thought you was changing on me, I was going to be replaced. You was constantly going there and I was just like what the fuck, asking you shit you would dodge my questions so I did what I did Cassius and I regret it. As soon as that bitch came up to me and told me that you go there and you speak on me I felt bad” I am guessing the bitch is Yasmin “so you made out you was single but you knew I wasn’t cheating, you could have told Corey but you didn’t, why? There is no reason for me to cheat, what is the point in moving to Atlanta to cheat, it’s pointless. But why did you not say it, you was with me. Sofia I could have killed that guy, I have Atlanta police on my ass because of this. This could have been a different story, I could be going back to Brooklyn to be locked up. That is what would have happened Sofia, you didn’t stop it. I am deeply hurt by this. You pregnant and I am happy but I am hurt by you. From jump you should have just said to him I got a man, I was never fucking cheating on you Sofia, why would I?” Sofia put her head down “I can’t explain, I was too caught up on the fact you may have cheated. He was speaking to me but I wasn’t paying attention. You came back I tried to apologise but you was angry with me, I fucked up Cassius. I am sorry, I am angry at myself the most because that is not me. I reacted stupidly and I am sorry. I am sorry I hurt you because you are the last person I would ever want to hurt because I love you and no man has ever showed me love and respect like you, I reacted stupid and it will take some time for us to get over this, I understand but this is me. I did this because of my own insecurity and thinking back I am just like my own mother with the way she was with men but the only thing is that they abused her and called her crazy, you did no such thing. I am sorry and I don’t want to lose you over this” it will take some time, she ain’t wrong with that.

Staring down at my hands “when they locked me up they tried to assume I abused you, you got scared and fainted. They said they was going to question you but they didn’t. That killed me, I wouldn’t hurt a woman in my life, that is not me. But maybe me not telling you about Yasmin was wrong of me, I should have mentioned it, there was no harm in that but I know how dramatic females can be but you ain’t just anyone. You ain’t like your mother, you just assumed wrong. I want to go back to us and Sofia if I fuck up then that is me learning, I am not speaking on cheating, I am talking about not telling you about Yasmin. I am just stupid, I am stupid in that. Maybe this baby is a saviour to the both of us because that did calm me. I was so angry, I think I would have argued so much that we would have split. I am also sorry, but at times I do need guidance. I did what I thought was ok, gym to me gets me my anger out, it’s a break away from things to just release some energy, that is it. But I sorted a deal out in Brooklyn, you know in Brooklyn you didn’t call me back the first night I was there. That killed me, I thought I was going to die and you didn’t call, least if I did then you would have been pregnant, god works in good ways because I would have left my seed with you” that is crazy “but you would have died not knowing, I don’t want to think of that. It makes me sick thinking back, how stupid I was. I just don’t want you in Brooklyn. I don’t want to lose you Cassius, I am sorry. Even if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t have moved on ever! I put that on our unborn baby and this baby already means the world to me, I wouldn’t ever move on from you so please forgive me” nodding my head “I do” getting up from the chair, pressing a kiss to Sofia’ cheek “don’t cry, I know this meant so much to you, to us. Another chance at being parents” I don’t like to see Sofia cry.

This is us hopefully moving on, end of that “so you said you sorted a deal out?” Sofia asked me, holding her hand “I did, Zed. A guy I was locked up with, he has taken over. This is keeping my family safe, niggas ain’t trying to take over shit. It’s just a balance, I am going to tell you the truth but I am still getting a cut, Zed wanted me. I know you won’t be happy with this but he wanted me too. I promise I will get a job before the baby is here, I want our baby to think I am just some regular dude. Some part time thing, I will do it. But I will still get a cut in this, I want to tell you the truth in this. Myles and Kyle will get something too” I want truth in this relationship “thank you for telling me this Cassius, I am just so happy you’re safe. I am, stupid Sofia doesn’t think” smiling at her “go to sleep, you look very tired” her eyes half shut “I am sorry you got locked up, I am upset the you will now be watched. No man or woman will conquer us, it’s about us and this baby now” nodding my head in agreement, that’s all it is about now.

[willowdrabbles]

Migraines- Yutaka Tennoji short

After recent events for myself I had inspiration to do a few Drabbles for my favorite detectives! So I’ll be posting them one at a time, starting with the big misfit!

She knew the second she woke up what the day would be like. Though she hadn’t had a migraine this bad since college finals, she always remembered what they felt like.

For a while they were a weekly thing for her, having taken a golf club to the head by a neighbor kid and getting a few stitches, her head never seemed to be the same. Constantly prone to migraines since then, she knew when she was down for the count.

Grabbing her phone, she flinched at the pulsating feeling behind her eyes in reaction to the screen light. It was barely dawn, hardly anyone would be up around now. Except Kirisawa was a man of little rest, and she had no doubt in her head he would be up to answer her call.

“Hello? Kast?” Kirisawas voice was warm and quiet over the speaker, as if he wasn’t sure she was even properly awake.

“Boss.” She croaked in greeting, holding back a whine of pain as another blast of pain slammed into her skull. “I’m not gonna make it in today. Head. Pain. Bad.” She sighed at getting the words out, squeezing her eyes shut and flinching at the pain even that brought.

“Ouch, yeah you don’t sound so good Kast. Are the stitches hurting? Or something else?”

“Migraine.” She stated simply, hearing him hum in understanding.

“Alright, get some rest. Do you need anything?”

“Death. And quiet.” 

Kirisawa chuckled “Got it. Let someone know if you do need anything.” 

She made some sort of Acknowledgement and hit the end button. Holding it until her phone was completely off she tried to put it back on her nightstand. with a slap and a thud she horribly missed and her phone was abandoned to the ground. 

With another whimper she sat up in bed, feeling her head reel at the slow movement and another crashing slam to the inside of her skull, her eyes throbbing like they might jump out of their sockets from the force. 

“Oh god please no...” she muttered to herself, knowing instinctively what was coming next. With a surge of sudden energy she made a mad sprint to the bathroom and said farewell to her dinner. 

“It was good too...” she moaned, cleaning herself up as the pain subsided for a few minutes. With a quick trip to the kitchen to make an ice pack, she crawled back into the bathroom to claim as her nest for the day, feeling the aching throbbing building back up once more. 

Putting the ice on the back of her neck, she curled up on the floor, wedged as far into the side of the bathtub as she could get to let the cold seep into her skin. 

He had been anxious all day, calling her several times on his breaks and in between reports to check on his fiancee with hopes of just making sure she was alright, that she was eating and what not. Ellina never called out sick. Normally if she wasn’t feeling well he’d have to tie her to the bed. The fact she willingly stayed home on her own accord was nerve racking to him. By the eighth call that day, he was sure he was about to lose his mind. 

“Get out already Tennoji.” Kirisawa sighed, waving him off. Tennoji hesitated, looking absolutely torn between bolting for the door and upholding his duty to work. “Now, you’re getting my anxiety up watching you twitch over there. Wish her well for us.”

Tennoji finally nodded and leapt to his feet, not really hearing the snarky mutterings of his coworkers as he grabbed his stuff and quickly headed for the door. 

Blessing Ellina for caving to give him a key, he got to her apartment in record time, sprinting up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him and blazing through the door like the building was on fire. 

“Ellina?” He called, noting that none of the lights inside were on. Tv off, no smell of any food of any kind having been cooked that day. His detective side kicked in and he was immediately scouring the apartment for her. 

“Come on this isn’t funny answer me!” He said, finding her phone on the floor next to the bed. He checked the bathroom last, hoping she wasn’t playing a prank on him and waiting to scare him. 

Sliding the door open cautiously, he instantly noticed how dark it was. A towel had been crammed into the blinds of the window, making it pitch dark. “The heck?” he muttered, flicking on the light. 

A whimper drew his eyes to the corner of the small room. Crammed next to the wall and the bathtub was Ellina, cringing away from the light and seeming to try to bury herself further. 

“Shit!” He muttered, panic filling him as he knelt over her, pulling her away from the wall to make her look at him.

“Hey hey! Ellina wake up what’s wrong?!” He gripped her shoulder, frowning as she glared at him. 

“Yutaka?” She murmured, trying to squirm away from the blinding light that made the throbbing heighten. 

“I’m right here! Hey keep talking to me, what happened is it your head? Dammit I knew those doctors didn’t know shit. Eiki should have let me talk to them. Hold on Ellina.”

“Yutaka stop...” She muttered, rolling her head back on the tile and praying for patience, or death. All she wanted was darkness and quiet. Really she should have remembered to put the chain on the door. 

“Hold on hold on, I’ll call an ambulance yeah! Shit where’s my phone....”

“Yutaka!” She snarled finally, patience gone and soaring through the window. Her hand shot up and snagged the collar of his shirt, making him yelp in shock. With strength she didn’t even know she had at the moment, she yanked him down towards her, his head making a small thud as it skimmed the corner of the bathtub. 

“Shut. Up.” She growled out. Somewhere in her mind she felt bad about him hitting his own head, but pain overruled everything else at the moment. 

“What I need.” She said every quietly and carefully, Tennoji’s eyes wide with worry and fear “Is for you to take this.” She used her free hand to grab the half melted ice pack from the back of her neck and shoved it into his chest, pleased when he grabbed it. “ Refill it with ice. And bring it back to me, and turn of the damn light. Got it?” She hissed in pain, her hand shaking as she finally let him go. Tennoji remained frozen for a moment before he nodded. 

Reaching up again and gently brushing her hand along his jaw then cheek, she pushed away his hair and offered a smile “Get some ice for yourself too.” She whispered, before going back to her fetal status in the corner. 

He did as requested silently, and she felt incredibly grateful, whispering a quiet thanks and apology when he left after delivering her ice to her once more. 

Hours later, several more stomach emptying attempts later as well, she finally felt the tightening rubber band around her brain evaporate. The sudden euphoria of painless existence making her cry tears of joy as she slowly and carefully cleaned herself up. 

Finally emerging from the bathroom, hair wet and sweatpants secure, she made a promise to herself to call Yutaka later to apologize and take him out probably tomorrow for her terrible treatment towards him. But at the moment all she wanted was water and pain free sleep. 

Though she didn’t recall leaving her living room light on. 

Dragging her gaze from the floor, she finally noticed Tennoji sitting on her couch, looking nervous as hell as he fingered the TV remote, watching her carefully as though she was about to kill over that moment. 

“H-Hey..” He said carefully, watching her sway unsteadily on her feet. For lack of better words, she looked like a zombie. Her face still pale as when he saw her earlier, her eyes narrowed at him like she struggled to see correctly. 

With a small grunt, she padded over to him and crawled across the couch, clear across and into his lap. He remained frozen as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his soothing scent, then collapsing half on his chest, half on his lap, with her legs still sprawled across the rest of the couch. “H-h-hey!” He muttered again, letting his arm rest across her waist. She sighed contentedly, snuggling into him. 

“H-How’s your head?” He asked softly, rubbing circles into her hip. 

“Pft. How’s your head?” She muttered back, brushing her lips across his exposed collarbone, drawing a small hiss from him before he wrapped his arms around her and laughed. “Sorry.” she said softly. 

“All good. I may have to call the police for domestic violence though, be warned.” He chuckled into her hair, pressing a kiss of his own to her forehead. 

“We are the police dummy.” She shot back, a small smile forming on her face. 

“Oh right. Well... I guess I can arrest you later. You hungry?” He pulled her closer, seeming to not really get up despite his offer.

“No... No food. I just need you right now.” She said softly, feeling herself start to doze already. 

“I-I’ll let you get away with the cheesy stuff only for today.” He said, with her face buried in his neck she couldn’t see his face, but just by the tone she could tell he was blushing madly. 

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #13

Chapter 13: Pussycat WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Papyrus woke from slumber feeling oddly satisfied. Not that he would admit it, but the human's sub-par meal was successful in filling him and not entirely leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He would admit it was better than anything his brother had attempted making. First was that god awful Mustard Pie. Then he burnt his try at a Hamburg Quiche. The final attempt was pathetic, Sans merely put a takeout menu on a plate with the message of "order whatever ya want". That one really annoyed him as not only was that a new low in laziness but Papyrus can't stand bad grammar, and his brother's use of slang pisses him off to no end. But now was not the time to dwell on the stupidity of his brother. Nope. It was yet another day and once more it was time to get ready for work. And if anything could be said about Papyrus, it was that he was a creature of habit that sticks to a strict routine. He wakes up extra early to steam clean and presses his Battle Body uniform, after all, he only has the one that he made himself. After that, a small morning workout and shower to really wake himself up. This was now how his mornings ended. He would normally make something to eat for the both of them, but that was the human's task now. He'd fetch her and his little pet will do as Master tells her. That much he at least found comforting. She wasn't the best pet, part of him really wanted her dead and out of his life, but at least she had her moments where he knew she'd obey without question. And when it came to breakfast, she was a bit more tolerable. First things first, it's time to make sure that no good sloth down the hall gets his ass up and ready to go. So the spotless proud badass struts his stuff over to his slimeball of a brother's door and ever so nicely pounded on the door hard enough to get attention without breaking it. "SANS! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY SHIT! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO OPEN THIS DOOR! ONE! TWO! THREE...!" The door opens but to Papyrus's surprise, the human is the one standing in his sights looking very tired. "*slight yawn* Morning, Papyrus. Sans is getting up...Slowly." His right eye twitches. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HIS ROOM?" She rubs her eyes wearily. "Must have nodded off. San and I were up for a good chunk of the night. *groan* God, my back is killing me..." It doesn't take much to set off the short fuse that Papyrus has. And that less than subtle bit was enough to do it. In seconds, he has her by the throat and slammed onto the bedroom floor. "YOU FILTHY WHORE! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY BROTHER!" She winces and looks at him confused. "What are you talking about?" "DO NOT DENY IT! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS AND MOUNT IT OVER MY BED!" "pap, knock it off. it's too early for this crap and nothing happened anyway." Sans stretches himself out of bed, ignoring the seriousness as if this is as normal as it can be. Papyrus is far from convinced by his disheveled and possibly pleased brother. "DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL? THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON A FEMALE AND MALE SHARE A ROOM." Sans smirks cockily. "oh yeah? and what exactly is that, huh?" The always serious and unwavering Papyrus begins to falter in his cool. A slight blush reddening his cheekbones and his eyes shift a bit. "Y-YOU...YOU KNOW..." "no, pap, i don't. why not enlighten me on why this is so bad?" Sans, of course, knows the reason why Papyrus is having this little fit. After all, out of the two of them, Sans is the more social and people experienced. He's thrown himself into the dating pool before and, due to his family's reputation, came out rejected and soggy. So he finds this rather funny. The highly inexperienced Papyrus losing his shit over something like this. It's god damn hilarious to him. And it would be even funnier to see if Papyrus can even say the word "sex" without passing out like a prude. Papyrus on his end starts to sweat a little and his grip on the human weakens in nervousness. "UH...UM...WHEN A MALE AND A FEMALE..." Sans isn't able to hold in his amusement in and laughs out loud. "oh my god...hehehe...this is just too rich." Papyrus growls all flustered. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, SANS!" "i disagree." "May I interject here?" Papyrus glares at her but seeing as Sans isn't in a helping mood maybe she won't be a bitch about this. "SPEAK, HUMAN." "I can see where you probably got the wrong idea from all this. But for real, nothing happened with me and your bro. All we did was talk." "THEN WHY WOULD YOUR BACK HURT IF ALL YOU DID WAS 'TALK'?" "she slept on the floor." "Technically, I passed out on the foot on the mattress and then rolled onto the floor." "oh, ya didn't roll. i pushed you off." "You dick!" "SO...THERE WERE NO ACTIONS DONE THAT WOULD BRING SHAME TO OUR FAMILY?" "*sigh* no, pap. nothing happened." "Okay, for one, ouch. I know I'm no prize but he could do way worse than me. And secondly, your bro is cool, but he's not random fuck cool." "the fuck does that mean? ya think you're too good for me?" "Never said that. I'm just not interested in bedroom antics. And if anything, you're too good for me." That caught Sans off guard, causing him to blush a tiny bit. Papyrus, however, takes offense to this. "EXCUSE ME? IF ANYONE AROUND HERE IS TOO GOOD FOR ANYONE, IT'S ME. I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS. I COMMAND RESPECT...RECOGNITION...AND BEST OF ALL...FEAR." "Got high standers, huh?" Sans scoffs. "there's an understatement." "AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO ME?" "bro, you've never been on a date in your entire life." "THAT'S BY CHOICE! IF I WANTED TO DATE THAN I WILL. I JUST HAVEN'T MET ANYONE WORTHY OF MY TIME. THAT'S ALL." "right...and it has nothing with that incident when we were kids." "YOU SWORE WE'D NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!" "did i go into detail about what happened? no. so calm down, bro." "EITHER WAY, THAT THING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. IF I DO DATE, AND ONE DAY I WILL, SO FUCK OFF...IF I DO CHOOSE TO DATE, I WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! PEOPLE WILL FLOCK TO BE WITH ME. BEGGING TO BE ON MY ARM AND FLAUNTED AS BELONGING TO ONE SUCH AS MYSELF. I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING AND BREATHE DEEP THE INTOXICATING AROMA OF ENDLESS AFFECTION. BUT THAT DAY WILL COME ONLY WHEN I FIND SOMEONE WORTHY. I REFUSE TO DEGRADE MYSELF BY LOWERING THE BAR AS YOU HAVE." Sans growls and opens his mouth to most likely say a very hurtful thing, but the human speaks first. "I do hate to interrupt because this is interesting as hell, but don't you both have work today?" Realization hits Papyrus and he lets her go while rushing downstairs. "you know he's going to yell for you to go down there and make breakfast." Sans remarks while looking through his dresser. "I know. Just letting my neck relax. Why does everyone keep grabbing me there?" She rubs her neck in soreness. "come here. i'll give it a look." She pulls off a reverse somersault and moves over to him. He snickers a moment and checks under her bandanna. "hmmm..." "The bruises going away or getting worse?" "the major marks are going away slowly. there's some minor irritation in the palm prints, probably from pap's grip. but i'd give it to the end of the day for it all to be gone." "It's still so weird. How did his strangling follow me out of the void?" "not a clue. i might be a smart guy, but shit that breaks the laws of reality or sense is beyond me." "Makes your brain grind it's gears too?" "yep." "HUMAN!" "called it." She sighs and stretches, a few bones pop in doing so which make Sans cringe. "Time to do another stereotypical woman chore. Hope eggs are still good on your menu." "heh...anything is better than morning pasta." She snickers and takes her leave of his room. "See you in a bit, Sansy-boy." Sans glares but lets her tease go. He really doesn't like her calling him that. But he as a limit on how many times he can take it before it gets under his metaphorical skin. He'd have to think of one to get back at her later, though the one Grillby came up with works pretty well. Maybe he can work with that. By the time Sans gets downstairs the hustle Papyrus had has slowed down thanks to food. Judging on his brother's plate, today's meal was eggs over easy with some french toast. The smell alone had him salivating. "smells good." That got her to smile. "Tastes good too. You like soft yokes?" He saw an opportunity and went for it. "that's one of the few things i like soft." It takes a moment before she giggles. "Oh wow...You cracked me good there." She hands him a plate and he takes it with a grin. "not hard to do with such a weak shell." "Careful now. You don't want to get stuck in a sticky situation." She offers syrup and he has a hard time not snickering. "now you're just eating up my time." "You know you like chewing the fat with me." Sans attempts to make another pun but the deep throaty rumble from the entryway shuts that down. "i'm...i'm just gonna go eat." "YES. YOU DO THAT, SANS." Papyrus comes into the kitchen and puts his dishes in the sink as Sans walks out. "WHILE STILL NOT ON MY LEVEL...I WILL SAY THIS DISH WAS ADEQUATE." "Glad to hear you were able to tolerate it." Papyrus smirks. "THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT I'D LIKE TO FIND IN A PARTNER." "What? Witty banter or blind obedience?" He scoffs and she snickers. "Okay...somewhat obedience depending on mood." "A BIT OF BOTH REALLY. THOUGH I'LL TAKE THE BLIND OBEDIENCE." "I knew you would say that." He pats her head roughly and it makes her bite her tongue as his phalanges pull her hair. "SUCH A SHAME, HUMAN. HAD FATE NOT BEEN SO CRUEL AS TO MAKE YOU INFERIOR, YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD 1% CHANCE OF GAINING MY ATTENTION." She playfully mock pouts. "Oh, how cruel this life of mine is. How wrong my birth was, as random as it might have been to house this weary soul, to be made human. Damn you powers that be for committing such a grievous sin as having me miss out on a potential rejection from the great and terrible Papyrus!" He slaps her in the back of the head and she laughs. "Too much?" "AS TRUE AS YOUR WORDS ARE, I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO ENJOY YOU MAKING AN ASS OF YOURSELF. HEH...MAYBE WHEN I COME BACK." Papyrus turns to leave. "Master..." The very utterance of that word had him at a dead stop. "Am I really to be restrained while you're away? It would make doing my chores impossible." She's manipulating him with the truth. On the one hand, she does do things around the house. And on the other hand, he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her. Maybe if there was a guard in place? Lord knows the flower isn't stopping her and she managed to get by Sans. No, he must handle this with a delicate touch. Whom could he trust with ensuring the human wouldn't run around town like an idiot or altering Undyne that there's a human in the Underground and losing his position in the Royal Guard? Maybe...Just maybe... "HUMAN...SANS FOUND YOU AT GRILLBY'S WHEN YOU DECIDED TO BE 'ADVENTUROUS', CORRECT?" She stops what she's doing and looks at him. "Yes." "AND UNDER GRILLBY'S ROOF, DID HE MAKE YOU STAY?" She looks at him funny. "He was a bit insistent. Why?" "AND HOW DID HE TREAT YOU?" "He was okay but kept annoying me with this pet name. So what?" "I SEE." "...I'm not sure I like how this is starting to sound." He begins to smile and she grows in concern. "What? What are you planning?" "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND THE DAY WITH HIM?" "Why?" "what?!" Sans comes in and is not happy. "what sort of bullshit did i just hear?" "SINCE WE CAN NOT TRUST THE HUMAN TO STAY HOME AND NO ONE IS APPARENTLY KEEPING HER IN LINE BUT ME, I HAVE MADE THE CHOICE TO HAVE HER UNDER A MORE RELIABLE WATCHER." "so she gets to be at grillby's and that's fine. but if i do it, you bitch me out?" "Uh, better note, I don't need a babysitter. I'm a grown woman." "A GROWN WOMAN THAT DOESN'T LIKE TO LISTEN. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU ROAM FREELY LIKE YOU OWN THE UNDERGROUND. AND SINCE YOU ARE A CRAFTY LITTLE CREATURE THAT DOESN'T WANT ME TO BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP, I'M OFFERING A GENEROUS ALTERNATIVE. I RECOMMEND YOU ACCEPT IT." "But...But the housework?" "IT CAN WAIT. NOW FIX SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF AND FLOWER. WE'LL BE LEAVING IN THREE MINUTES." She growls in annoyance. "BE PISSY ALL YOU WANT. IT'S HAPPENING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT." "are you sure this is a good idea, bro?" "OF COURSE IT IS. ALL MY IDEAS ARE GREAT. OUR PET IS A TROUBLEMAKER AT HOME, BUT SHE ISN'T AS STUPID AS SHE SEEMS. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, HUMAN? YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO CAUSE PROBLEMS IN PUBLIC. DON'T YOU, PET? YOU WOULDN'T RISK DRAWING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF. CAN'T GET BACK TO MOMMY IF THE TOWN GANGS UP ON YOU." Her growling softens and she folds her arms. "You've backed me into a corner, sir. I have no moves left. And I hate it." Papyrus laughs in triumph and Sans shakes his head. The human begrudging sets two more plates and serves a nervous Flowey before muttering curses as she eats. There isn't much resistance after that, though the human was reluctant and moving so slow that Papyrus had to drag her the rest of the way. Once at the bar belonging to the fire elemental, Papyrus explains the situation as discreetly as possible to the amused bar owner and Sans had to squeeze extra hard on that stress ball in his pocket to ignore the creepy look the monster behind the bar was giving the slumped over human hiding in a booth. With that done, the skeletons left me here and here I've remained seated for the last hour or so. I don't mind being here, not at all. The part I'm annoyed by was that Papyrus MADE me come here. I planned on doing the chores quickly and then napping before cooking. Now I'll have to rush shit when they bring me back to their place. Shit...I gotta call mom before she wigs out. Man, I really need to get a better phone. Texting would make this less embarrassing in public. [RING] "Hello?" "Morning, mom." A loud excited sound of glee shatters my eardrum and gets attention in the bar. "My child! I am so happy to hear your voice." "Glad to hear that...mostly because it means I haven't gone deaf." "My apologies. I have just been worried sick. You did not call last night." I slap my face. "I knew something was bugging me for a reason. I am so sorry, Nanny. It slipped my mind." "What could have possibly distracted you?" "I was just up all night with Sans..." I can hear her phone crunch a bit in her grip. "I had another nightmare. And we just talked to get it off my mind. Making dumb jokes and puns. It helped." The crunching stops and I start to notice a shadow hovering behind me that is casting a faint glow. "Do you wish to talk about it, my child?" "Maybe some other time. Preferably when there isn't someone listening in." I look back at the smirking flame-man leaning in over me. "Are those boy's being rude?" "No, they're at work. This is another mischief maker." He moves his head closer and invades my personal space. "*whisper* Calling mommy, pussycat? That's so sweet." I want to slap him and hide under the table at the same time. "Mom, I got to go. I'll check back later when I'm alone." "Very well. I shall call you at supper time." "Sounds like a plan. Take care, Nanny. *mutter* I love you." "Awww...!" I close the phone before I hear Toriel's reply and I glare at Grillby hard. "Dude, what the hell?" He merely smiles and moves to sit in the booth seat across from me. "You seem to be in a good. Such a nice girl you are to call your mom and let her know you're okay." I'm not in a playful mood right now to deal with him. "Shouldn't you be behind the bar?" He chuckles a little. "I have the right to take a break when I want. Besides, surely you would like some company." I stare at him blankly. "Don't tell me you're that mad? It's not like I heard anything. I merely was playing with you." I fold my arms and rest my head on the table. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just not in a good mood." "Can I interest you in another burger?" "As good as it was, I would prefer to be able to remember things. Thank you." He gets quiet for a moment before tapping on the table to get my attention. "How about a drink? Free of charge." I eye him. "What? What's with that look?" "Nothing is ever free. There is always a price. So what is it you want?" He frowns a little. "You wound me, pussycat. I am just trying to be friendly. Did I do something wrong to you last time?" "...No." "Then would you be willing to come to the bar and keep me company? I assure you, that mood of yours will turn around if you do." I really don't want to leave my booth. I'm not a sociable person when like this and I'd rather be left alone. But Grillby is very charming and when he puts his hand over one of mine, it makes it difficult to really tell him to piss off. "Come on...I'll make it worth your while." I fight the smile coming to my face so that it only comes out as a smirk. "You can try, my friend." Still holding my hand, he pulls us from our seats at the booth and he gets us to the bar. He, of course, takes his rightful place behind it while I rest on a familiar stool. When he returns to his post, Grillby begins receiving orders from other patrons and he decides to be a cheeky bugger by showing off his skills in the art of flair bartending. Flair bartending is the practice of bartenders entertaining guests, clientele or audiences with the manipulation of bar tools such as cocktail shakers and liquor bottles in tricky, dazzling ways. Used occasionally in cocktail bars, the action requires skills commonly associated with jugglers. He starts off with some simple baby moves, the basics really. When getting ready to put ice in a glass, he throws several ice cubes in the air and then catches them in the glass. Then grabbing bottles by the neck, he flips them 360° degrees in front of him and catches it by the neck or body before beginning to pour. He then tries something a bit more advanced as he continues. He takes another bottle by the neck and throws it like he did the with the basic flip. But instead of catching the bottle, he has it land in his palm. He gains much applause for this yet he isn't done. With another bottle he lays it flat in his palm, then using his fingers to spin it in full circles a couple times, he makes waving motions to make it pour out only when the neck points at the glass. And as a cool finishing touch, he snaps his fingers to cause the drinks to come alive with a fiery top that needs to be blown out to drink properly. He's really good. "So, pussycat...How's that bad mood now?" "Heh...You make it hard to keep a frown, that much is true. Though, please, quit calling me that name." "What name?" "I'm not going to say it." "Say what?" "...I will smack you." "God, you're so cute when you get feisty." I glare at him but all he does is smile. "You get off on this way too much." "Maybe. But it's only because you make it so much fun." I so want to wipe that smile off him. "By the way, since you fixed the jukebox, I looked over what was inside and found a little gem that I think suits you perfectly." I sense a setup. "Why don't you give it a listen?" "...If this is a ploy to play a messed up song or porn music, you sir, will not like me...unless it's funny." "Trust me. It's none of those things." I eye him still as I go over to the jukebox. "What's the setlist?" "It's the first one. I made it easy for you." I hit the button and the track begins to play. Upon hearing that first blaring note, I recognize this song and smack my face for falling for this. [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play] "Oh, you cheeky fartknocker..." He laughs and I sit back down. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "I hate you so much right now." "You know you love me." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, I've got flowers. And lots of hours. To spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose!♫" "Hey, I find this song offensive!" Shouts a dog from the other end of the bar. Grillby responds with the threat of being hosed with water. "Fuck off, I worked hard on this bit. If you don't like it, then leave." The dog grumbles and drowns its snout in its mug of beer. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" I hide in my hands and pray to become invisible, all the while Grillby can't get enough of this. "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're so thrilling. And I'm so willing. To care for you. So go and make up your cute little pussycat eyes! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat eyes!♫" "Come on, pussycat. It's not that bad." "I don't know which I want to do more. Kick your ass or applaud you." "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "When is this over?" "Relax. It's only a two-minute long song." "Longest two minutes of my life." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're delicious. And if my wishes. Can all come true. I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat lips! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat eyes! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat...nose!♫" The song fades out and I stare at the smirking man of fire before me. "Well? Did I pick your tune or what?" I feel on the verge of some emotion, but whether it's good or bad I can't tell yet. "Um...You okay?" "...Let me have a drink and I'll let you know." "Alright. What'll it be?" "Just ice water." Now he's the one eyeing me as he does as requested. He hands me the glass and I drink deep of it, half is gone by the time I set it down. "So...?" I take a slow inhale through the nose and calmly exhale the same way. "Grillby, my dude..." "Yes?" I suddenly yank him by the tie and pull him down to me. "You are so lucky I like you, ya flaming dork." He blinks a few times then grins. "You got me again, pussycat." "You make it easy, sir." I let him go and take my glass again. "And my name is Lynsie." I drink in smug satisfaction as he readjusts his glasses. "Whatever you say..." He pokes my nose. "Pussycat." I mock purr and it gets him to flair a slight blush. "That's checkmate, flame-boy." "Oh, pussycat...I have yet begun to play with you." I smirk. "Bring it on. But first...A refill, please? And maybe a basket of those onion rings." [Ten minutes, two baskets of beer-battered onion rings, and a very tall glass of spiked fruit punch later] [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play for the fifth time in a row] "See, hotness...here's the thing about when 'What's new pussycat' plays over and over and over and over and over again." I'm in a giddy mood and been cracking Grillby up since my blood alcohol level went higher than zero. "Do tell, pussycat." "Okay...The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not 'Hey! Someone's playing Whats's new pussycat again'. No. It's 'Hey...What's new pussycat is a lot LONGER than I first thought...and it has like...a dip in the middle'. You know how some songs have a dip? Where it dips out and you think it's over, but then it suddenly kicks up again?" "Sounds familiar." "Then you get where I'm going. So...The third time it plays, your thinking 'Maybe someone's playing What's New Pussycat again'. The FOURTH time it plays your thinking...'WOAH! Someone just played What's new pussycat FOUR times!'. Or at least...'Someone played it twice, but its really long song.'." The bar itself is not in a good mood even if Grillby and I are. The song is getting on people's nerves. MOST people have gotten wind as to what's going on. The silly drunk girl can't hold her liquor and is acting a fool. And management is getting his kicks out of it too, so they know Grillby won't stop me. Which, for one patron, is really shitty. A butt-ugly fish monster sits at the far left end of the bar, a glass of scotch shaking in his hand and there's this look on his face like he just got his thirty-day chip from anger management. And he's staring hard into the glass to keep calm. "Now...The FIFTH time is the kicker." "You mean this one?" "Yeah. Just look around for a moment." Now we're watching the entire bar at this point and the fifth play fades out. It's dead quiet. There is thick anticipation that it was the last play or a different song will come on instead. And then, I don't know if you know this, but the song begins very suddenly with a very loud blaring sound. "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" "GOOOOODDAMMIT!" The guy loses it. He pounds on the table and flings his glass at the jukebox. It's a fantastic reaction! But one that earns him the wrath Grillby, who allows the guy to stay if he pays a fee. After all, nearly ten minutes of the same song can drive people crazy. And that's understandable. Even to me in my dizzy state of mind. Which is why I did something evil. When I was first up at the jukebox and punching in the "What's new pussycat"s, I punched in about six and added one "It's not unusual"...then more pussycats. So after six "What's new pussycat"s in a row...suddenly... [It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones begins to play] "♪It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone. It's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die.♫" Sighs of relief sweep through the bar. People are ECSTATIC! It was like the liberation of Monsters from the Underground. So much joy unleashed by one little action. "♪It's not unusual to go out at any time. But when I see you out and about it's such a crime. If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone. It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say. You'll find it happens all the time. Love will never do. What you want it to. Why can't this crazy love be mine?♫" Someone somewhere must have once wondered..."Can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones'-It's not unusual"? And the answer is...YES. You can. As long as it's proceeded by a bunch of "What's New Pussycat"s. "♪It's not unusual to be mad with anyone. It's not unusual to be sad with anyone. But if I ever find that you've changed at any time. It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa...♫" Ah, how the joy on those normally depressed faces is something to behold. And oh how evil I am in giggling of the soon to be made rage. The song fades out...it's dead quiet...and then... "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" The bar goes fucking insane! No one could handle it! Not one soul. I, myself, end up laughing so hard that I fall off the stool and hit my head on the foot bar, still laughing. And it didn't help that Grillby was indifferent, snickering to himself finding the chaos hilarious. It doesn't last very long though. Someone unplugs the jukebox and restores the peace once more. Probably for the best, I had six more pussycats's lined up to play. Had that been allowed to happen a riot might have started. No one needs that. "You okay, pussycat?" I settle down and climb back onto my stool, all be it a bit a tad shakily. "I'm fine...Though I got a question...Were you always red?" "No, dear. You just have some blood over your eyes." "Oh...Grillby...I feel sleepy..." "Okay, no more punch for you." Grillby uses a washcloth to wipe away the blood trickling down my face and, upon locating the open gash, seals it with some lite cauterization using his magic. That probably would've hurt if I could feel pain right now. "Pussycat, tell me how many fingers you see." I try to focus on his hand and it's a little hard. "Ummm...Is it four?" He sighs in relief. "Good. You're not too messed up. Thought you had a concussion." "So...Is it cool to nap for a little bit?" "Only after you drink this whole glass of water." He puts a glass in front of me and drops two tablets into it that makes the water he pours in churn. "Why is it bubbling? I don't like seltzer water." "The bubbles will help you sober up. We can't have you hurting yourself, can we? Plus, I don't want your housemates getting on my case about any of this." "Okay." My initial grasp of the glass is flimsy, but messed brains will do that, yet I get it and begin drinking. "You wanna know something, hunky hot-man..." "What's that, pussycat?" "You are an amazing person. You live in his cold place and open this bar to every sad face willing to cast aside their mean spirits for spirits of another kind. You put up with a lot of nonsense, a good bit came from me today, and I'm sorry about that." He seems shocked by my words as I pause to drink. "Where is all this coming from?" "I'm not done. You have been nothing but nice to me. And doing that isn't easy in this world we live in. Since meeting you, you've shown me more kindness than I got from my own family, and this is only our second meeting. Heh, how pathetic is that? I fell into the Underground trying to die, only to end up wanting to live because of the few that showed me any decency. And for that, I give you my thanks." He and a few in earshot stop doing what they're doing as my sad tone is far from the sweet they know. "Pussycat?" I guzzle down the rest of the glass and sigh. "I don't know if it was the punch or I'm just in a weird mood. I'm probably making things awkward. No one wants to hear someone ramble about lame junk when at a bar. This is a place people go to forget things. I know I've got a lot I want to forget. Like the three or four times I ran away from home but never had a plan and always had the cops take me back. Or the time I cussed out my grandma because I thought she lost my dog when it turned out my mom had dumped the pup at a shelter and told me it escaped. Or the suicide attempts..." "Attempts?" "Oh yeah, there was more than one. Hard to believe, but I'm a very sad person. No, that's being too nice. Depressed is more accurate. 90% of the smiles you see me do are fake. Just part of the mask I wear to hide how truly miserable I really am." I put my head on the bar before I talk myself into crying. "God, I hate myself. I'm a sad pathetic mess." The feel of Grillby's hand petting my head gets to me. "Shhhhh...No more talk, pussycat. Take it easy and sleep this off. You'll feel better soon." "Why are you so kind to me? Don't you gain more if I sink deeper into this pit of despair?" Hinting at if I die, be it by someone else or I kill myself, they all get the last soul needed to be free. "Call me selfish. But I'd rather have you alive and here then deal with the unknowns of someplace I've never been." I don't know if he's being true or merely pitying me, but I like the things he says. He makes me smile. "And if you were gone, I'd have no one to play with. You don't want to leave me all alone, do you, pussycat?" I sit up straight and rub my wet eyes. "No, I don't want to do that. Thank you, Grillz." "Think nothing of it." "No...No, you deserve a little something special for putting up with me." "Really, you don't have to do..." I don't let him finish. While he speaks, I stand on the stool brace pegs and grab him, pulling him into a full-on smash face kiss. The bar is shocked. Drinks fall from hands and jaws hit the floor. Grillby himself is wide-eyed with disheveled glasses and his hair of flames burns bright as it grows upwards. I know I'm not the best kisser, only did it once and I don't count stupid kid shit, so I let this last as long as the point I want to be made. Though when I start to pull away, I swear he moves closer to prevent the contact from ceasing, but I fall back on my stool so who really knows. "That, my fine fiery fellow, is your reward and yours alone. My first kiss. Take good care of it, Hottie." Not sure if the drinks are getting to me or the heat from him did something, but my eyes lull back and my unconscious head hits the bar. Grillby, on his end, blinks with an uncertainty that such a thing even happened and fixes his glasses while his inferno of hair cools down to a less hazardous size. "Did...Did she really just do what I think just happened?" Red Bird, one of the few females that come to the bar and who sits near Ugly Fish, looks at him in a similar state of disbelief. "If you mean when she basically mouth raped you? Yeah, that happened." "Dude! You are so gonna get laid!" Punk Hamster chiming in with his two cents worth of remarks and raises his glass in cheer. "If you ask me, you can do better, Grillby. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't take the first one that bites your hook. You get a lot more if you use a net if you know what I mean." Ugly Fish trying to give advice even though no one has ever seen him with anyone ever. "Leave the guy alone. One drunk kiss doesn't mean anything. You lot heard everything. She was out of it. No one is who they really are when shitfaced. And that girl was out of her mind." So speaks Big Mouth as he gobbles his platter of fried chicken. "I don't know about that...The way I see it, the drunker a person gets, the more honest they are. And by the way she was going, she couldn't have been more honest than had she ripped her soul out and handed it over to him. Whether or not the kiss was something based on any real feeling or just a tipsy spur of the moment thing, that's anyone guess. But hey, that's just this silly gal's opinion." Drunk Bun or Crazy Bun (depends on who's asking) is another female regular and a notorious flirt. She preys on new males and the extremely intoxicated, using them to get money or other things. She knows her craft well, so much of what she says carries weight to it when not being a naughty bitch. Though much of the males in the pub try disregarding her words while others defend them. For Grillby, all the chatter goes in one ear and out the other. While not having skin, he could still feel the sensation of another heat linger on him. It was colder than his natural temperature yet warm enough to distinguish. It was good. This warmth. It made his soul burn. He liked it. He wanted more. And that scared him. [An hour and a half later] Like normal, the time for the lunch rush rolled around and like clockwork, Sans made his way to Grillby's to grab a quick bite and get Papyrus off his back by checking in on their "pet". Remembering what happened the first time he found her at the bar, the skeleton was already imagining the human to be all giggles and making an ass out of herself while Grillby perved out. Honestly, he couldn't for the life of him understand why Grillby of all people would look at the human that way. For one thing, SHE IS A FREAKING HUMAN! Humans and Monsters don't mix. Never had. Never will. The only thing even coming close to something like that were old tales that became twisted after the war, the original stories lost long ago to time. So to see his buddy cutting these heated glances at a human just made his nonexistent stomach want to hurl for days. So when he opened the bar door and made his way inside, seeing the human passed out at the bar while the pub itself was normal, it had him feeling more at ease. "Hiya, Sansy~...Why don't you come sit with me for once? I can warm those bones of your better than any jacket could~." Drunk Bun making her move early means she's wanting something. "maybe next time. heh...try again when pigs learn to fly." She snickers. "Worth a shot. By the way, that girl you and your brother left here has been very interesting." That got his attention. "ya don't say. how so?" "Ah ah ah...If you want details you're going to have to pay a small fee~." "*scoff* nice try. but i ain't shelling out any more gold your way. hell, more than half my debt is from when you were leading me on." "It's not my fault you made it so easy." He growls. "arrogant bitch." "Oooh, that's going to cost you. Guess you'll never know about what happened. Such a shame." He scoffs and heads to the bar and takes his seat on the right of the human. "sup, grillby. the usual and a thing of fries." "Sure." Sans watches Grillby go about his usual bartending duties but something feels off. "you okay there? ya seem a bit tense." "I'm fine." Grillby not being chatty? Now that isn't normal. "did she do something stupid? *sigh* damn girl. can't trust ya to behave any damn place." "She is fine. I am fine. Nothing happened." Red flag warnings were coming up on his radar. But he needed more clues. "so...what happened with her anyway?" "Not much. She got a bit tipsy, had some fun, bumped her head, and has been taking a nap ever since." "anything serious?" "A small cut. It's been dealt with." There's this strange tension coming off the fire elemental and he couldn't think of why. "ya sure you're okay? you can take a break if ya need one. my shit can wait." Grillby pauses for a moment. "grillz?" "Sans...Can you watch the bar for a moment?" This was odd. But a doable request. "sure...take your time." Grillby puts everything down and exits the bar using the door to his living space. Makes things really easy when your house is also part of the place where you work. Time ticks away slowly as Sans taps on the bar. None of these mooks would dare pull something while Grillby was gone. The cameras saw to that. Yet as more time passed, it made Sans question as to what got Grillby all bothered to be gone so long in the first place. He could ask around the bar, but no one really could stand him, so he doubted anyone would be truthful. So he goes with a more obvious source, one that won't ask for money, and pokes the human. "hey. kiddo. wake up." She wriggles a little but that's it. "lynsie. come on. quit being a bitch and wake up." She lazily opens one eye, looks at him, and then goes back to sleep. "ya lazy piece of shit. *pause* whoa...sounded like pap for a sec. *shivers*" He is about to attempt waking her again when the front door opens and someone nobody recognizes walks in. This orange cat-like monster that looks to be in his late teens walks in with a lit cigarette in his mouth. The punk wears a black and red trimmed fast food uniform, complete with a small hat with the letter M on it. He slinks his way up to the bar and looks around for a second before taking a puff. "Man...And I thought my service sucked." Sans snarled and was about to give this asshole a piece of his mind when someone else beat him to it. "It would be wise not to piss off someone you want to get food from. You never know what you'll get." The sleepy tone of the human caught Sans ear and the cat didn't seem to like her words. "Preaching to the wrong choir, babe. And unless you work here..." He takes a long drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out on the woman's exposed wrist, making her come alive with a raging roar. "Keep your mouth shut." "Son of a bitch! You wanna go, prick?! Because I'll beat you so bad you'll look like something you shit into the litter box!" All the cat does is smirk. "I don't see it. You're just like everybody else. Why does he like you?" "The fuck does that mean?" The sound of a shutting door get the attention from all the patrons and Grillby resumes his place behind the bar. Not wanting trouble, the human yields but rumbles low with seething spite and the sting of pain. Grillby takes note of this but follows with his job. "Is there something I can do for you?" "My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch. So we low-level schmoes heard you make decent grub. Can you handle a large order?" Grillby glares but remains professional. "Try me." The cat chuckles and pulls out a notepad, flipping it open. "Hope you got a good memory. If it helps, they're all sandwiches. *coughs* One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." The cat closes the notepad. "You got all that, bub?" Grillby folds his arms at the smug cat. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." Grillby's smirk makes the cat sneer. "Get to it then, old man. Unless you don't want to get paid." "Tell me, boy. Which part of that order is yours?" "I ain't stupid enough to tell you that." "Heh...You're lucky I pride my work." Grillby gets to work but he makes sure to annoy this punk however he can. First, he brings Sans his order. Then he tends to the burn on the human's hand and gives her a look that says he is up to something.. Then he refills everyone's glass and snacks. Only after all that does he go to the kitchen and starts working on this douchebag's order. During the wait, Sans remembers what he was doing before this schmuck showed up. "hey, kiddo." "Hm?" "did anything happen after we left ya here?" "Like what?" "i dunno. just anything really." She looks up in thought for a moment. "Well...Grillby tricked me into playing a song that embarrassed me." "oh yeah? what song is that?" "It's called What's New Pussycat." That got the skeleton chuckling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." "so...that all?" "All that I can recall right now. That song just keeps repeating over and over in my head." He figured as much. Her and booze don't mix. But maybe she had a witness. "did your bro see anything?" "Him? Don't know. Haven't heard a peep from him all day. He likes to be choosy about when he speaks." "how convenient." "What's with the questions? Did something happen?" He shrugs. "don't know. just making sure ya didn't do anything dumb." She swirls her water a bit. "Lord, I hope not." "you and me both." She shoots him a strange look. "what?" "Nothing. Just...still getting used to seeing you drink mustard." "heheh...it beats drinking ketchup, that's for sure." "I'll drink to that." She drinks and he does so too. Grillby doesn't make himself known for quite some time. The annoying cat bounces his leg impatiently in his seat by the door. He wanted out of this place as soon as possible. When Grillby finally comes back out, he's carrying two large paper bags stuffed with the food. "Here's your order. I hope you choke on it." The cat gets up and comes back to the bar. "Not so fast. I have to make sure you did it all right." Grillby glares daggers at the insult. He's a man of class and skill, he'll be damned if some punk slings mud at his good name. One by one, the cat unwraps and looks over each individual order. "Good news, old man...Looks like you're getting paid. Congratulations. How much do I owe you?" "For the food? 2,000G. For your behavior? You can get your ass out of my bar and never come back." "You serious?" "The next time your boss sends someone over here for food, make sure it isn't you." The cat scoffs and throws the gold at Grillby. "No skin off my nose about that, old man." The bar is dead silent and gets chilly when Grillby removes his glasses. "Little boy...You are going to regret that." "Yeah, right." The cat aims to take the bags but doesn't get to. Grillby punches him in the face and hops the bar while the cat flies. Patrons watch as Grillby proceeds to beat on the cat with volleys of punches and slams of his face onto tabletops. Only when Grillby is satisfied with the level of violence done to the cat does he toss the lout out of the bar and then does the same with the food. "If I ever see your face in town again, your boss is going to have to set up interviews to replace you!" Grillby slams the bar's door and tries to calm down so that his flames don't set the building on fire...again. The bar slowly begins applauding Grillby on an ass-kicking well deserved and he smiles before returning to the bar to do what he enjoys. "That was one hell of a beat down. Most impressive, sir." The human comments. "Yeah, well...He was some jackass that needed to be taught an important lesson." "and what lesson is that?" "Never piss me off. Honestly...people like that is why I left Hotland." "Hotland?" The human questions. "it's the section of the underground past waterfall." "Oh. Any more places I'm unaware of?" "nah. only place past there is the capital and that's it. the barrier pretty much engulfed the entire mountain. so the underground encompasses that space. at least, as much as was dug out." "So there are four areas of the Underground? Neat." "and you're not going anywhere near the other two. understood?" "Whatever you say, dad." Sans punches her in the arm and she snickers. "What's wrong? Did that rub your funny bone the wrong way?" "shut up and drink your water, lightweight." "Hey, this is damn good water. My compliments to the man behind the bar." She smiles at Grillby and he, surprisingly, avoids eye contact with her while waving back. "No need, pussycat. But...thank you." She didn't seem to notice this change but Sans did. "So how long are you gonna be on break for, Sansy-boy?" "don't call me that. and i still got time." "Good. Because I thought of some messed up jokes and need your insight if they're any good." "flattery doesn't help ya, kiddo. but go on. give me your best shot." "Very well...What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?" Sans thinks for a moment. "i dunno. what's the difference?" "You can unscrew the light bulb." The condiment bottle slips from his hand in shock and Punk Hamster busts out laughing. "Hahaha...It's so true!" "I got another one...What do a woman and a bar have in common?" "What?" "Liquor in the front and poker in the back." Punk Hamster pounds on the bar in his later and a few more start to chuckle in. "This one is for the ladies...What do you call the useless piece of skin on a dick? ...The man." Red Bird stifles a laugh but Drunk Bun cheers. "Girl's got talent!" "Okay, this one's really innocent. What's long, hard, and full of semen?" There's a pause as things build. "A submarine." Grillby chuckles and she points to him. "Busted! You were thinking naughty!" "N-No I wasn't." "Yes, you were~." "I was not!" "Dude, it's fine. That's how that joke works. I take it as a compliment. Alright, I got one more and it's in a story format. *ahem* So a man with a tickle in his throat..." [Ten minutes later] "And then...*giggles* then the donkey looks him straight in the eye, and without missing a beat, says...purple hat!" The bar is set into waves of laughter from the filthy jokes that come out of the human's mouth. She suddenly has such the potty mouth. It's actually pretty damn funny. Dirty joke after dirty joke rolls off her tongue with little care as to who it might offend. Funny enough, Sans found this almost charming. Nothing was quite as alluring as someone with a great sense of humor. But at the same time, this was the human! He can't have feelings of any level for the human. The very idea made him sick and yet sick in an almost okay way. Argh! The confusion! "Nickel for your thoughts, bone-boy? "huh? wait, don't you mean a penny?" "You look like something is on your mind. And I think your thoughts are worth more. So what's up?" "eh, it's nothing." "Thinking about the stuff from last night?" "maybe." He was lying. Like he'd tell her what he was really thinking. "Crazy shit, man. Hard to believe any of it's real. I mean...Wow." "is it really that hard to believe? after all, you are sitting in a bar with people you never thought were real either. so finding out some nutty shit like time and space are warped in a freaky cosmic way down here can't be all that hard to grasp when magic is also all over the place." "You know...That's not even the part that weirds me out." "then what does?" "The part where instead of me, some little kid was supposed to be here. I mean...I like to think I'm doing okay down here and I'm an adult. I can't imagine a kid lasting an hour here." "heh...you'd be surprised by just how tough that kid was." During their talk last night, Sans went into some length about what he knew. Mentioning Frisk and timelines, but only telling her so much. He didn't once mention how Frisk would either save all the monsters or slaughter them. He didn't mention how many times time suddenly stopped and rewinded. How many times he saw the people around him turn to dust. How many times he fought this kid and in the end failed. How many times...he himself has died. There are just some things you don't tell anyone even if the other person seems willing to listen. Argh! Not this shit again! Stop being weird already! "Whatever the case may be, be it a random anomalous phenomenon or even just a fluke the universe made because it wasn't paying attention...I'm glad." That had him looking at her oddly contented smile. "you're glad?" "I am. I'm glad to be here. To have fallen down and was able to get back up. To have met Nanny. To have my bros. To know Pap and you..." She continued on for a bit but sound ceased to be heard in his skull. The only sound he could hear was the one his soul made as it thud and thumped in his chest. This had to stop. It's too much. He had to go. "thanks for the grub, grillz." Sans put some gold on the bar and leaves his stool, making the human look at him funny. "Break time over?" "yep. if i don't get back, well...ya know how pap gets." She nods her head and brings her attention to her glass. "See you later, Sans." She used his name and not that annoying one she teases him with. Why did this suddenly bug him? "yeah...see ya later...lynsie." He headed out the door before he could see her reaction. This felt awkward. It didn't make sense. All he knew was that he needed to get back to his post before Papyrus bitched a fit or something odd happens. "Well...That felt weird." Grillby refills her glass. "You too? Like this strange tension was around him." "He has to deal with a lot. The Royal Guard isn't all fun and games. Stress piles on and others don't help." "I know that feeling. Like that douche-cat. What was his deal anyway?" Grillby shrugs. "Some monsters are just more of an asshole than others." "I'm glad you aren't like that. Makes it easier to want to be here." Grillby suppresses a blush that wanted to come to his face. "So...How's your wrist?" She looks at her wrist. "I can still feel the sting. But you healed the damage away. No new scar for me today." "Can't believe that little shit...Comes into my establishment...Harasses my people...Thinks he can disrespect me and my craft...Hope he likes that patch of burned off fur, the sniveling son of a whore!" His rage increasing with each word made his flames burn hotter and brighter. Seeing the spooked faces of those at the bar, he straightens himself back into his calm professional demeanor and sighs to a calm. "Forgive me. That was...That was just dumb." "No, no, it's perfectly fine. That creep was a huge ass-hat. He got everything he deserved. Which, I'm kinda hoping you did something to the food to really make him pay." He mocks a scoff. "Why, my dear pussycat...I am a man of the highest pride when it comes to my work. I would never knowingly serve trash to my customers." "My sincererest of bads, good sir." He motions her to lean in a bit and she does so, allowing him to whisper in her ear. "But that boy is not my customer." She smirks as he grins. "Don't tell anyone. Okay, pussycat?" "Ask me again and this time use my name." "Very well..." One of his hands comes up and firmly grabs the back of her head, gripping just a little strongly into her hair enough to make her wince soundlessly. "You'll keep all of this just between us. Won't you...Lynsie~?" His voice murmured her name in growl directly beside her ear, the distortion of a crackling fire that always accompanies his speech making it seem intimidating and intimate at the same time. "Y-Yes." Her voice came out meek and it made him release her. She just looks at him concerned after such actions. Did he frighten her? It wasn't his intent. He only thought a little roughness in his flirt would show her he was interested. He didn't mean to do the opposite. He only thought, well, he wasn't sure right now what he thought. That kiss stirred things in him. Hell, he had to soul-jerk the moment he was alone just to get under control again. Still, he may have overdone it and an apology was in order. "Look...I...I didn't mean to..." "Random question...Were those twelve sandwiches really worth 2000G?" Whatever the thoughts going on in her head were, she clearly wasn't going to voice then as she changed the subject rather quickly. Grillby blinks for a moment as he remembered how to talk again. "N-No. I overcharged him to piss him off. You really remember the amount and price?" "The fucker put his cigarette out on my wrist, damn straight I'm gonna remember every detail. From that lame hat to his yellow eyes, to that twitch his nose made when he got annoyed. It's all in here." She points to her head and it made him think. "Tell me...Can you remember the entire order?" She closed her eyes and he noticed her hand looked like it was typing words on her glass. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." His eyes widened. "Oh don't look so surprised. If you can picture it, I used to work in the food industry." "Really?" "For one year, I worked the counter at a pizza chain. I took the orders, handled the phones, did the drive-thru window, everything apart from actually making the food. *pleasant sigh* I hated that job." "Why only one year?" "Family moved. But I was thinking about quitting anyway. Hard to want to work at a place that gave me more work than required, few hours, shit pay because of said few hours, and no help when the summer rush hit. Though, as bad as it was, I am proud knowing I worked hard and earned that award." "You earned awards?" "Just one. There was a company contest that had the other stores compete with each other for who could get the most donations for charity. During that time, one guy would always call once a week and order the same thing each time. He would then donate $100 dollars each time. My store won and that me a photo on the store's internet page, a certificate telling me I did good, and a small pin to put in my uniform's hat. I still have that uniform...well...Guess I don't since I'm here." "Hmmm..." "What?" "Nothing. Just..." "Yes?" "Well...What would you think of the idea of working here?" That made her almost spill her glass. "You're offering me a job?" "Nothing major. As you can see, the place is usually slow, so you wouldn't have to worry about insane rushes. Hell, rarely are there ever more than ten people here." "If it's that slow, why offer me a job?" "Just because it's slow and not a lot of people come in, doesn't mean those few don't keep me busy. It would make things a bit easier if someone could top off drinks or pass out snacks while I'm cooking. You know? Keep the mood going so they're more likely to keep ordering." "Wow...Manipulation through hospitality. You're a genius." He chuckles to himself. "So? What do you say, pussycat?" He hoped the pet name would make things more normal. Maybe have her forget that small incident from earlier. "I don't know...Based on my current situation, whether or not I accept the offer means nothing. If anything, you'd have to take it up with my 'housemates'." True. She was under the skeletons' thumbs since they were harboring her. Any decisions regarding the human had to be taken up with them first. No way around it. "Fine. I'll talk with them when they come back to get you." "Good luck with that." "Are you saying you'd accept if they agree?" "That depends. Will you be cool and not pull that creepy shit again?" He knew he was too hopeful on her letting that slide. "I was merely stepping up the level on our game. I thought you were ready for more...intense play." She gives him a funny look. "Part of our game? Really?" All he could muster was a nervous grin. She eyes him for a while before finishing her glass. "Okay. I'll buy that." Maybe luck was looking his way. "So...We're okay?" "For now. But just so we're clear, when I am ready for that next level of play, I'll let you know." He knew better than to press his luck any further. It wouldn't be in his best interest to question her. "And how would you do that?" But he is but a man. And playful curiosity tempted him too strongly to ignore. "Trust me. You'll know." Considering her drunken-self told him that was her first kiss, he figures her to have this cute naïve idea as to what intense things are. So he was even more curious as to how she would let him know. "Care to give me an example? Just so I'd know for reference." She rolls her eyes at him. "Don't be naughty." "Come on. Try me. Just one little tease. That's all I'm asking." "I don't want to in front of others." Her cheeks began to redden and he is eating her shyness up. "Would it help if I made them leave?" "Stop teasing me." "But you look so adorable." "Will you both just fuck already?!" Punk Hamster shouts, causing them both to glare at him with faces glowing in blush. "What? It's not like we're not all thinking it. Be mad all you want. That don't make it any less true." Grillby growls but stops when she gets off her stool and returns to the booth from whence she began. Even though it wasn't anything he had planned, Grillby felt some real progress was made, until this turd opened his yap. Now he could go over there and try to talk to her, tell her that moron is just wasted so she should ignore the remarks. But he opts to go about this differently. He'll leave her alone for now and focus on his work. Let her come to her own thoughts and see how it goes. And maybe, if she would let him later, perhaps they could mess around some more. After all, he had her for five more hours.

[theladyofdeath]

Rapture {8}

ACOTAR, A Castaway Story.

Summary: It’s a year after the ending of Castaway, and their lives have changed. Nesta and Cassian are parents, caring for their six month old daughter, Cecelia. Although they are trying their best, parenthood is no walk in the park. Rhysand and Feyre have passed the honeymoon stage, and are living together in their two-bedroom apartment. With life in full swing, they’re realizing that being in a relationship is not all rainbows and butterflies. And Elain and Azriel are preparing for their upcoming nuptials, and trying their best to conquer the obstacles that are seeming to continuously be thrown in their faces. It is almost as if fate does not want them to be together. But, with love, anything is possible….right?

Click to read Castaway.

A/N: And then there was fluff.

“How about this one?” Nesta asked.

Elain’s lips pursed together as she looked at the lace Nesta was holding up. It was lilac, a shade in which Elain adored, but the pattern….it was all wrong.

“Is there another one in that color?”

Nesta blinked.

Elain could tell she was trying not to snap. They had already been in the craft store for an hour and Elain hadn’t found a single thing she’d liked.

She wanted to change the table decor and it was only a week before the wedding.

She blamed the pregnancy brain, but Nesta wasn’t having it.

“Why don’t you just keep the old runners?” Nesta asked, carefully, putting the lace back in the bin. “The blue is lovely.”

“But purple will look so nice outside by the garden,” Elain protested. “Azriel agrees.”

“Azriel will agree with anything you say these days,” Nesta said, slightly amused. “If he disagrees, you burst into tears until he changes his mind.”

Elain had to tell her lip not to wobble. “I may be….a little more emotional these days.”

Nesta gave her sister a pointed look before continuing down the aisle of fabrics.

Elain felt bad for dragging Nesta on such a wild, unorganized goose chase, but she also felt nauseous and determined to find new lace for table runners.

The wedding was exactly one week away.

Azriel seemed to be holding up just fine considering all the changes that had recently come into their lives.

Elain just hoped she didn’t puke while walking down the aisle.

“How about this one?” Nesta asked, gesturing to a random bunch of lunch.

Elain threw her hands in the air. “It’s not even purple!”

Nesta closed her eyes. “Can we take a break? Maybe get lunch and try the store across town?”

“I am hungry,” Elain sighed. “No - I’m nauseous. No - I have to pee. Oh my god. I’m all three.”

Nesta laughed, breathlessly, and looped her arm through her sister’s. “You should be glad you chose the sister who has been through this shit already. Don’t worry, it’ll get better soon and then it will all be worth it.”

Elain’s shoulders slumped as she leaned into Nesta.

“Okay, okay,” Elain said, walking toward the front entrance. “We’ll take a lunch break. But, I am getting new table runners and that’s final.”

Nesta chuckled. “Whatever you say. But I’m choosing the restaurant.”

Elain didn’t object.

She supposed she could give her sister a little bit of freedom.

Rhysand was miserable.

He was sitting at his desk, eating a sandwich while uploading to the chain’s website.

“I’m going to the ladies room,” Amarantha announced, and it took everything in Rhysand’s power not to jump for joy. “Be back in five minutes. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.”

“I won’t,” Rhysand mumbled.

“Huh?” she asked, strutting toward the door.

“I said okay.”

She left with a wink and Rhysand let out his breath.

On a typical day, Amarantha was overbearing with the love she had for herself and all that that entailed. But, on this certain day, Rhysand was about to lose his damned mind.

He felt relieved the moment she stepped out of his office and closed the door behind him.

He called Feyre.

“Hey,” she said. “Funny thing you called.”

“Is it?” he laughed. “It’s not usually funny when I call you at work.”

“Well, today it is, because I have a surprise.”

The door to his office flew open and he cringed, thinking it was Amarantha.

But, it wasn’t.

Feyre stood in the doorway, grinning, Cecelia on her hip.

“If it isn’t my two favorite ladies,” Rhysand smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Feyre said.

Cecelia giggled.

“How’s work going?” Feyre asked. “How’s the…..situation?”

Rhysand glared at the rolling chair next to his. “It’s…...well, at least the day is halfway over.”

“Will it make you feel any better if I told you that I brought you a double chocolate chip cookie from the cafe across the street?”

Rhysand pretended to think on it. “Yeah….yeah, maybe.”

Feyre laughed and tossed him a little brown paper bag. “Enjoy.”

Rhysand took the bag, then took Cece and Feyre sat down in the chair next to him.

“So, I was thinking that I’d make you dinner when I get home,” Rhysand began, taking a giant bite out of his cookie and bouncing Cecelia on his knee.

“Oh?” Feyre asked, amused. “And what, may I ask, are you cooking?”

“Pasta,” he replied, with his mouth full. “Maybe some breadsticks.”

“I like breadsticks.”

“Then, definitely breadsticks.”

Feyre grinned. “And for desert?”

“Me?” he asked, suggestively. “I’ll even sit on the table and wrap a bow around your favorite part.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “There’s little ears around.”

“She’s too distracted by this giant cookie to know what I’m talking about,” Rhysand said. “Oh, and also, she’s a baby, so.”

Feyre swatted at him. “Shut up.”

He shrugged, holding in his laughter.

Sure enough, Cecelia was staring at the giant cookie with big eyes.

“One day,” Rhysand promised. “One day you’ll be able to eat yummier foods than whatever comes out of your mom’s breasts.”

“You’re a-”

But Feyre’s words were cut short because the door opened, and Amarantha stood in the doorway.

Her blouse was unbuttoned, just enough, and Feyre caught a glimpse of the bra Amarantha had bought at the lingerie shop the day before.

“Uh.” Rhysand blinked. “What the hell around you doing?”

But she wasn’t looking at him.

Amarantha was watching Feyre with narrow, pissed off eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

Feyre didn’t look surprised in the least. “His girlfriend. And you?”

“I’ve seen you somewhere before,” she replied.

Feyre just grinned.

Rhysand looked between the two of them, then to Cecelia. “I have no idea what’s going on. Do you?”

Cecelia blinked, and yawned.

Amarantha stared at Feyre for another moment before glancing at Cecelia, then back to Rhysand with thin lips.

After an eye roll, she walked out, leaving the three of them alone.

“Do you want to tell me what just happened?” Rhysand asked.

“No,” Feyre said. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“But -”

“Nope.”

“But I -”

“Don’t wanna know.”

Rhysand sighed. “Fine, fine. Just know I’m thinking about taking your delicious dessert away.”

“I’ll survive,” she said.

Rhysand laughed. “Ouch.”

With a wink, Feyre reached over and pressed her lips gingerly to his. “I love you.”

“I love you, more,” he whispered, and kissed her nose, then Cecelia’s.

Amarantha didn’t come back for the rest of the afternoon.

Azriel was staring in the three way mirror when Cassian came out of the dressing room.

“Damn,” Cassian whistled. “Not bad for a bastard.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

“A handsome idiot,” he said, looking in the mirror in his identical tux.

Their eyes met in their reflections and Cassian asked, “Doing okay?”

“Why do you ask?” Azriel asked, ignoring the question entirely.

“You’ve been quiet today,” Cassian responded. “Quieter than usual, I mean.”

“I’m getting married in a week,” he said. “And I’m going to be a dad.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Cassian said, his eyes softening. “Seriously, Az. I’m so happy for you.”

Azriel nodded, then asked, “What was it like?”

He wasn’t sure what he meant by that question. What was it like when you found out Nesta was pregnant? What was it like when she was born, when you brought her home? Did you ever have doubts? Did you ever panic? Did you ever worry?

But Cassian understood. “Cecelia is the best thing that ever happened to me. She makes me feel like a much better person than I actually am. I never realized that I had no idea what true love was before I held my daughter for the first time. It’s amazing, Az. Fatherhood…..it’s amazing. Hard, incredibly hard, but amazing.”

Azriel nodded, then cleared his throat. “Well, I’m thinking this fits. Ready to go?”

“That’s it?” Cassian asked, sighing dramatically. “I just had this long, heartfelt moment with you and that’s all you can say in return?”

Azriel took a deep breath - in through his nose, out through his mouth. “Yes.”

“Fair enough,” Cassian said. “Alright. Let’s go.”

After purchasing two suits that they would surely never wear after next Saturday, two brothers hit the streets of Velaris.

Two brothers.

Two fathers.

Two boys who turned into men after enduring the unendurable.

And as they did, Azriel felt like everything was going to be alright.

@throne-of-ashes-and-beauty @eternally-reading @queen-archeron@ame233 @book-lover27@blackbeakedcrochan@rhysismydaddy@dreamingofazriel@keladrym99thefangirl@eternallyautumnal@cazriel-is-canon@crazybookladythings @empress-ofbloodshed@rkjar1646@fireflyangelxx @ultradreamologistblog @cohen-theeleven@literarynonsense@goldbooksblack @her-heart-was-a-river@bookishlybrooke@whenitrainsglitter @ohtoosunny @a-amren@summertime-acoustic@rhysand-darling @lady-of-books-and-anime@tswaney17@alexisnm95@staywiththesuriel@howthediddlydarnareya @ricekrispy @my-parabatai-is-a-herondale@stars-wholisten@cerridwxn@seriouslyobssesedfangirl@voiceoftheroses@iamcurrentlywearingfuzzysocks@selfdestructive-selfobserver @jane-ofalltrades@bookaholic1012@fangirllingsince1995@noisydragoncollection@submersa-em-pensamentos@kickassunicorn@dreamingofalba@courtofmistandruin@hier-of-the-whitethorn  @musicmaam  @lordof-bloodshed  @ifangirlninja @thereitisthatfamousscowl  @heyyitsangie  @rhysisdaddyaf  @tyblacktrn @pie-is-not-a-meal  @awesomethreedragons @making-wishes-on-passing-cars  

[evolsinner]

⊱┊23

"babe..." isaac walks into the lolly aisle that i’m in.

we look homeless, but the funny thing is, isaac could buy out this whole stsore.

"what?" i face him.

"so, i found 'em," he holds the box of magnums up.

"that's great! let's go now," i turn around with a bunch load of snacks in my arms.

"but," he cringes.

i stop, turning back around, “’but’ what?”

“i forgot my wallet back at the hotel..."

“ugh, isaac!"

he had one job! one job!!

"i know, i know~" he starts.

obviously, he doesn't know! i throw all the snacks back into one section of the rack and grab his hand. if he's so inclined to be safe about it, then we'll have to, um, improvise.

"where're you taking me?" he hides the box under his arm.

"shhh," i whisper, "the clerk is right there."

i secretly lead us to the servo’s public restroom, quietly shutting the door after ourselves. i spin around to have isaac look down at me like i'm some strange biblical creature; one that he's very much in love, might i add. i give him a mischievous grin before crashing my lips on his.

on my tippy toes, i desperately take off his unzipped sports jacket. i run my hand along his bare chest, loving the way my fingers dip and slide over his abs.

"wait, babe, this is about you, not me."

with that, he changes positions with me so that now i'm against the wall.

"no, don't take your lips off mine," i say breathlessly, drawing him back towards me.

"i'm not," he smirks, making a point that doesn't seem to make sense.

then he kneels on the floor and levels his head with my core. my tank top stays on, but something else comes off. oh… he's impossibly close. he brings his head in between my thighs and i shiver to his warm breath vibrating off my button. he plants a very light kiss on my slit, sending shivers through me.

"i don't want you to interrupt me for this next part, sweetheart."

it's like he's talking to my vajayjay, not me.

his hands snake around the back of my thighs and reach my booty as he squeezes them in very hard fistfuls. i lift one leg over his shoulder and my fingers intertwine themselves in his silky ink hair. he swirls the tip of his tongue over my clit before sucking on it firmly.

"mmm," i relish it. "babe..this feels so g~fuck!"

i feel his lips form into a devilish grin against my skin. he flicks at my button vigorously and the follicles on my limbs turn me into a damn hedgehog. he swipes his tongue up and down my slit, then lapping up my wetness in even wetter kisses.

there's this thing he does where he bites me sometimes in the most sensitive areas for no apparent reason! it totally catches me off guard and i loathe it. i just hope that he doesn't do it ag~

"ouch!" i smack his head.

he literally bit my minora!

he chuckles and stands up, bringing his glistening mouth against mine, giving me a kiss. "how do you like the way you taste?"

i slide my hand down inside his sweats to his largely growing member. sir hides his head in the crook of my small shoulder, allowing me to pleasure him. i gently stroke my hand up and down. isaac grunts hoarsely and pastes his body further onto my curves so that i can get even better access. the pre~cum drips from his tip and i coat it down his shaft. i add more strength to my strokes and fasten the pace.

"ah..fuck, rose...”

man’s so into it that he can’t even finish my name properly.

“who’s ‘rose’, huh?”

“shut it,” he laughs.

“no, tell me, i wanna know.”

“don’t know about a ‘rose’, but i do know of a ‘rosé’ and i will be fucking her senseless in a matter of seconds. i’m going to flex my cock into her so hard and so deep that she’ll be the first woman to see god and live to tell about it. i might even spank her if she misbehaves or gets a little too greedy. all i know is that she’s mine and not a single soul can take her away from me again, and if they do, hell will be waiting for them on the other side.”

my god, i need him.

“that better, ro~sé?” he asks cockily.

“so much better.”

in my sticky palm, his dick is so hot from the rush of blood that it's feeling like it'll explode any minute now. i slow my strokes before fastening it again. to this, he literally pushes me off himself and my back hits the wall with a thud.

"i can't wait anymore!" he growls.

i bite my lip, turned on from his aggressiveness. he retrieves the box and takes out one of the gold packets. pinching the reservoir, he quickly slides it down his length. then he speedily gets rid of his sweats and yanks me forward onto his body.

"imma go at it for a while, luv," he whispers inside my ear, "so don't faint on me."

my heart rate elevates, so does my breathing, and so do my thoughts. pretty much everything hits the fan. after the first few slow thrusts, he pounds into me. his eagerness and power, it's like he won't get another chance at doing this again. i lay a hand on his chest, pushing him back, but he groans in disapproval and goes even harder.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

"hey! what's going on in there!?" someone barks from the other side of the door.

shit! it's the clerk!

we both pause and look at each other ~ breathless in our respiration and reckless from our behaviour.

"i know you're in there!!" he bangs on the door. "if you're trying to steal from me, i swear on jesus, mary, joseph, i'll call the darn cops!"

isaac puts a finger to his lips, his eyes grinning.

"hey! open this door right this second! don't make me go and fetch my keys!"

i gulp.

isaac shakes his head slowly.

"alright then!" footsteps stomp away.

that's when we’re both like, "shit, shit, shit!" in unison.

we hurriedly tear ourselves off each other. i wiggle into my underwear, collecting my pj shorts. isaac rips his condom off and chucks it into the toilet bowl. he slides his briefs back up and grabs his sweats from the ground. i'm already clothed, waiting for his slow ass! he hops around, managing to put one foot in and then losing balance and almost toppling over the toilet. it's impossible for me to contain my laughter because it's just too goddamn funny.

"fuck!" he laughs out. "this is ridiculous!"

"quick! he's coming back!" i put my ear to the door.

"fuck this!" isaac clutches his sweat and jacket in his arms instead.

i open the door and we sprint out.

"oi!!" the clerk hollers. "get back in here now!!"

i rush for the glass doors, pulling them back.

“baby, it’s a push door!” isaac says from behind.

oh.

"have 'em!" as a distraction, isaac tosses the opened box of condoms at the clerk.

everything goes flying out and ends up smacking into the poor man’s face. i let go of the door, bending over to laugh. isaac bumps into me, literally smashing me into the glass exit.

"oh shit, babe!" he laughs out, hopping around me.

he helps me up and we break out into the car park, hectically weaving between vehicles to get to the right one. after reaching the bimmer, i hold onto its hood, too delirious to even think straight.

"hahahaha!" i point at isaac like a bully.

"fucking shut up!" and he puts his sweats on shamefully.

he tosses his jacket at me in a fit, his face maroon from embarrassment. i jump onto his back and he laughs along with me as he piggybacks me around to the shotgun seat. he bends down and i reach for the door handle.

"izzy? ees zat you?"

sir freezes to a woman's voice coming from behind us.

[amystylezz]

A lot to learn

Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago are good friends since they met the 1st September on the Hogwarts Express on their first year at Hogwarts. In spite of their friendship, they have always been rivals, and on their sixth year at Hogwarts everything begins to change for them, and for the squad, with a simple, and probably stupid bet.

Read also on AO3

chapter one

Chapter II: The Announcement

The Great Hall is completely full when the new students arrive for the sorting ceremony. The room’s ceiling looks gorgeous, representing, thanks to a spell, the starry night that shines in the sky out of the castle. Jake would never say it out loud, but it always takes his breath away. He’s still staring at the ceiling when professor Wuntch starts reading the list of new students.

Jake only puts his sight back to earth when his friend Stevie Schillings pats his shoulder, getting his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Dude, Jason told me that Sheila told him that Shaniqua told her that Carter told her that Dave Majors wants to speak to you. Dave Majors, dude!”

Jake almost dies on the inside.

“Dave Majors as Gryffindor’s coolest seventh year? Hell! Hogwart’s coolest person!?”

“Yes!!” Almost screams Stevie. “Turns out Ronald didn’t pick him as the new captain of the team, he picked you!”

“Oh yeah, I know. He sent me a letter this summer. He didn’t want me to tell anyone, though. He said he had to talk to some people before.” Jake can’t stop smiling. “Now I know why!”

“You really hadn’t realized before it wasn’t because of Majors? Man, he’s the seeker, everyone thought he was gonna be the new captain.”

“Well, if he wants to talk to me, we’ll talk and I’ll try to play it cool so he doesn’t realize he’s my hero.” Jake’s in cloud nine.

“Yeah, because you are super good at hiding your feelings.”

“I know, right?” Jake smiles. “Oh, that was sarcasm. I see.”

The Sorting Hat finishes his job before they know it and it’s time for headmaster Holt to speak.

“I know all of you are dying to eat, but first I have a few things to say. First I welcome all the new students to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy and I salute old students his happiness.” His face expression doesn’t change at all. “As you know quidditch season has always started in November but this year, due to certain… academic reasons, it will start the first week of October.” The Great Hall is now full of excitement and eagerness. “Quiet, quiet please. I think these academic reasons will appear interesting for last year students. This course, for the first time in Hogwarts history, we will host an exchange programme with Beauxbatons Academy of Magic during second and third term. All of those seventh years who want to study for almost six months in France will be able to do so. This also means we will have about thirty Beauxbatons students, I ask you to be polite and welcoming towards them. That will be all. Enjoy the feast!”

The tables are suddenly filled with appetizing food and while eating everyone talks about Beaxbatons.

“I’ve heard that every single one of them is hot. Like, they don’t accept ugly people.”

“That’s stupid Daniels, it’s just that everyone in France is good looking.” Stevie says.

“I highly doubt that, Schilling.”

“Well, there’s also Spanish and Italian people in Beauxbatons, and Portuguese.”

“How do you know that, Peralta? Nerd much?” Kearns asks.

“Oh, um… Amy told me. She’s read every single book about magic schools.”

“Amy Santiago? As one of Ravenclaw’s chasers?”

“Yes, why?”

“You two are a thing, right?”

“What??”

Stevie roars with laughter.

Kearns seems very surprised. “I’ve always seen you together, so I assumed…”

“Well no.” Jake can’t help but laugh. “It’s Amy I mean… we’re friends since first year, I don’t see her that way.”

“She’s a hottie, so your lost.” Kearns goes back to his conversation with Daniels about Beauxbatons students.

Jake frowns, confused.

“Is Amy hot?” He asks Stevie.

“Well, yeah. Santiago’s better looking each year.”

“Woah.” Looks for her in Ravenclaw’s table. “Yeah, I guess she’s pretty.” He says watching her talking to Kylie, moving her eyebrows a lot, as she usually does.

“I’ve always thought you had sort of a crush on her.”

“Stevie! That’s insane, it’s Amy who we are talking about, she’s like my best friend.”

“Ouch, I feel kind of hurt for that, but I forgive you because I know you love your weird squad.”

“Ha ha.”

“But seriously, you’re always speaking of Santiago.”

“But it is not like that, man.”

“Sure, buddy.”

They continue eating. Jake stares at Amy. She might be attractive, he guesses. She has nice olive skin, her eyes are deep and shiny, and her hair is dark as jet and it always smells good. Plus she’s cute when she talks because her face is really expressive. She’s the smartest person he knows and that’s a great quality. But, whatever, she’s not pretty.

 Once dinner is over Amy and Kylie, and every student of the school, are going to their rooms. The way to Ravenclaw’s tower involves many moving stairs, just as Gryffindor’s does. The two girls are talking to each other, excited about having foreign students within them.

“It’s going to be enriching experience.” Amy says. “We are going to learn some much from them. It’s a pity that they are not from our year.”

“Well, who knows? If it goes well, they may repeat next year, and we’ll have cute French boys in Potions with us.”

“You are not using Amortentia on them, Ky.”

“I wasn’t planning on drugging anyone, Amortentia is messed up. I said Potions but I meant any subject. Girl, I’m not that desperate.”

“But you are boycrazy.”

“I love men and men love me, it’s a mutual relantio… Holy shit, Ames!” Kylie is suddenly gasping. “Do NOT turn around but Dave Majors is totally staring at us, and by us I mean you because I winked at him and he ignored me.”

“Dave Majors? Gryffindor’s seeker?”

“Yeah, girl. And like the hottest man on Hogwarts?”

Kylie loses sight of Majors when the stairs Gryffindor’s are on change directions.

“I guess he’s cute.”

They walk through one more corridor before they reach the spiral staircase that leads to Ravenclaw’s common room.

“Oh my god Amy Santiago, I swear on hero Harry Potter, no, I swear on MERLIN, if he asks you out I will listen to you for a week when you talk about quidditch.”

“Well thank you for ignoring me, but he’s not going to ask me out, that’s insane.”

Everything is blue when they enter the room. The fireplace is burning and the room smells of old books and ink.

Amy smiles to herself, she feels at home. Yes, she also loves her actual home and her family, but damn, Hogwarts is amazing, and she has another family here. Still, three of her brothers are in the school with her, although none of them in Ravenclaw, two in Hufflepuff and one in Slytherin. There have been Santiagos in every single house.

 It’s during lunch when Gina hits Rosa’s arm slightly so she pays attention to her instead of her food. Rosa puts down her cutlery and looks at her.

“Tell me, honey.”

Gina smiles at the petname. Them flirting is something that started in forth year and hasn’t come to a conclusion yet. Even though Gina craves for any sort of conclusion with Rosa.

“Look, Gryffindor table, the hot guy next to Jake, Dave Majors.”

“I know.” Gina looks surprises, her friend is not exactly into Hogwart’s gossip. “He plays quiddith.”

“He’s Jake’s hero. And Jake’s not fangirling. Something’s up.”

Rosa raises an eyebrow. “And you care, because…? You usually ignore Jake’s life.”

“Girl, if Dave I-am-super-hot Majors is involved, I wanna know what’s going on.”

The other girl frowns and continues eating. Dave I-am-super-hot Majors can go fuck himself for all Rosa cares.

 At said Gryffindor’s table Jake Peralta is flipping out for different reasons: 1-Dave Majors approached him and told him, very serious, he wanted to ask him something; 2-Dave Majors is talking to him; 3-Dave Majors knows he exists; 4-Dave Majors is asking her about Amy ?????

“So you aren’t dating Santiago, then? Great, man, I’ll ask her out.”

“Nope… I though you wanted to talk to me about being captain of the team…”

“Naaah, I told Ronald I didn’t want that responsibility.”

Jake feels slightly hurt after that, he wasn’t the first choice after all, not that he is surprised about it.

“But, cheer up, buddy! You’ll make a great captain, and I’ll make a great Santiago.” He laughs at his own joke. “I am kidding, I don’t wanna marry her, just get to know her.”

 The classes are over and Amy is walking through the gardens with a book in her arms, with the intention of reading next to a tree, the weather still is kind enough to do so without freezing. Said book is about quidditch strategies because Amy Santiago isn’t one to bet, but if she bets, she bets to win.

She suddenly hears her name behind her and turns around. Dave Majors, also known as the hot guy Kylie wouldn’t stop talking about since he, supposedly, stared at Amy for about three seconds; or, as she knew him before, Gryffindor’s seeker.

“Hey, Amy Santiago.” He says, once he reaches her.

“That’s me.”

Amy doesn’t really know what to do. She is praying inside that this doesn’t end up with him asking her out.

“Dave Majors, we’ve seen each other in the field.”

She shakes his hand.

“More like on the air, but yes.” She immediately cringes inside at her own sad joke, but he chuckles slightly.

“Yes, on the air. About that… I thought that we could train together one of these days.”

Amy sights in relief, he is not asking her out.

“Well um…” she frowns “I don’t really see the point in that. I mean, our quiddith positions are not at all related during the game. It would make no sense for us to train together.”

“Woah, you’re saying it like it would be a waste of time.”

“That’s not what I meant, sorry.” She says apologetically. “But, still, I don’t see the point in that.”

Majors sights and laughs, offering Amy a crazily attractive smile.

“Actually I was trying to, smoothly, ask you out.”

Shitshitshitshitshitshit.

At least I’ll get Kylie to listen to me for a week. Amy thinks to herself.

“Oh, woah… I feel flattered, Dave,” she thinks that calling him by his name will make things easier “but…”

Amy doesn’t know how to reject boys. They never ask her out. Especially hot boys like Dave.

“You like someone else.”

“No, I don’t.” She frowns.

“You just… don’t like me.”

She doesn’t know what to say.

“I… don’t get me wrong, you are a good looking guy, and you seem nice but… I don’t want to go out with someone I don’t know.”

“So you’d go out with a boy you’re friends with?”

Amy nods slowly, she doesn’t know where Dave’s going. “I guess.”

“Peralta, perhaps?”

She opens her eyes and raises her eyebrows, surprised.

“Oh my… Jake? No, believe me, Jake and I are good friends but nothing more, besides, we would never work.” For Dave, she sounds much more honest than Peralta.

They say their goodbyes and Amy continues her way to the tree.

She can’t help but think about what Majors told her. Jake and her. She chuckles to herself. She can’t wait to see him so she can tell him.