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thewhodeedoo · 3 months ago

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When In Williston....

This is actually the first entry I have ever done. Several years ago, when I worked for the railroad, I embarked on a journey I would never forget.

The text below is my first attempt at writing a story. I haven't made any edits since posting this. Perhaps I will go back make another draft. Until then, I'll let this serve as an inspiration to continue better developing my craft.

Here goes….

Fresh out of training, yet still in my probationary period dubbed first 120. I began my embarquement from Seattle, Washington to Chicago, Illinois on my normal run called The Empire Builder. The total journey would be 6-days; 3 there and 3 back. Assigned to the Sleeper Car, I was in charge of first class services. This entails providing services to 16 to 24 rooms with 1 to 5 passengers per room; making beds, to-go meals, luggage assist, etc. I especially like working in the sleepers because of the direct customer contact.

This summer was proving to be an especially difficult one. Continual track work bestowed us with countless delays. This resulted in irritated passengers. Still nothing I couldn’t handle. Even as we entered Wolf Point, MT and I learned a tornado caused a freight liner to derail just ahead of us, I could still direct the mood of irritated passengers into a more positive one and keep people entertained.

I guess I was too focused on the people and paid no attention to my arachnid homies, causing one to get especially bitter. I asleep in my room, while Charlotte spun her web somewhere in the vicinity. After a long day of whipping out some web, she must of developed a bad taste in her mouth.

Through her several eyes, I can only guess she saw me as one of two things: An asshole who was keeping her trapped there, or a nice humid incubator where she could sink her teeth into a nice tender thigh. Since Wilbur never gave her any bacon, after writing all those messages in the web, I assume she saw this as her one opportunity to get some good squealing in.

I awoke with a burning sensation in between my legs. Not that of a result of a great time with a complete stranger in a cheap hotel room. But still one that would require countless antibiotics. Where’s the fun in that? I’m not sure whatever happened to Charlotte. But I’m guessing after her journey to the nether regions of my southern hemisphere, she turned eight feet up and six feet under.

Now me being me, I of course fell right back to sleep. If the intruder alarm in my house won’t wake me up for long, chances are some heat near my hot pocket won’t wake me up either. When I awoke though, I discovered Charlotte’s little parting gift for me.

Throughout the next several hours, I worked as normal. Trying to ignore the pain of what started out as a pea-sized nob, and then had grown into a half-dollar sized coin. By the night, I had started mastering the penguin waddle. You skinny people might not get this reference. But the penguin waddle is what us larger people do when chafing occurs in between the thighs. As to not piss our ham hocks off any further, we keep our thighs close together and swish our hips, while keeping our legs straight in order to keep pain at a minimal. I haven’t had to use this maneuver since my teenage years. Luckily, it was like hopping on a bike after not being on one for a decade. Oh the things I take pride in.

Going late into my 3-day, and still no where near Chicago, the abscess between my thighs had now grown to about 6-inches. Still too scared to seek medical attention, I did find it in my better interest to let a crew member know just in case, you know, something worse could happen. Despite his years of experience and vast knowledge of how Amtrak handles things, I still chose not to make management aware. During the first 120, it was ingrained in our heads you will be fired for any mishap. I must emphasize, this is not the case as I later learned.

Our layover in Chicago, when on time is approximately 18-hours. The delay from the derailment lowered that layover to approximately 4-hours. I had planned on going to urgent care, getting an I&D, then leaving out on my return trip. Unfortunately, I had just literally pulled a 24-hour shift, and was allotted 4-hours to do laundry, take a hot bath, nap for 1-hour and then return to work the train going back. I was riding myself hard and putting me away wet.

The wound had now spread from my groin to knee and was the most beautiful color of dark purple, had it not been my flesh. Full car coming back, there would be no rest for this wicked man.

In the distance, I heard the sound of a call light go off. As it was lunch time, this could only mean they wanted to order their food to-go as opposed to being normal people and eating in the dining car. Normally I wouldn’t be so irritated by such an easy request. But my time back on this bicycle was making my ass more tender than veil.

After collecting their order and returning with their food, I knocked on their door. The vibrations of the knocking must of set off the richter scale because a splitting of the plates happened. I ruptured. The man answered the door with the biggest smile. Those fresh burgers for him and his girlfriend had finally arrived. And how he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into them.

Yes he was greeted with that, but no. There would be no smell of fresh angus beef and bacon in the air. There would be that of the foul stench of the walking dead. I dare not say what just happened. We both looked at each other as if to say “What hell did you eat?”. He knew it wasn’t him. I knew it was me. But he didn’t know that. I gave him the look like it was him. Which I hope made him believe it was his girlfriend. Both our faces wrinkled to the point of needing an immediate injection of botox. We still managed to exchange product for gratuity. If they are still together, I won’t ever know.

I was at a loss. There was no more penguin waddle left in me. I could only now slither like a slug to the nearest shower room and play doctor with my first aid kit. I texted my partner in crime to let him know that an act of God had just occurred. And thank goodness because we were approaching our next stop and I had to let passengers on and off. There was no way I was going to help people with sappy, soupy pants on with the fragrance of that one wouldn’t even smell in a soup kitchen.

Now seriousness was going to have to take place. There was no further thing I could do but seek medical attention.

“Good afternoon passengers” came across over the PA system. “Our next station stop will be Williston, North Dakota.”

This was to be my stop. The conductor had called for an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I had only had about 15-minutes to pack my room, dress my wounds, dress myself and be available at the door. Oh, and please don’t forget that I’m still only one 1-hour of sleep.

As I stood there waiting for that next station stop, my passengers had began to cluster around the vestibule area, eager to step off the train, have that much desired cigarette, and of course witness my grand exit.

I open the door upon arrival and before me are approximately 14 paramedics. Not quite the paparazzi, but still very intimidating. Then the press conference begins.

“Why is it you think you need an ambulance?” the one reporter boasted.

“I beg your pardon?” What the hell kind of question is that?

“Why do you think you need to go to the hospital?”

Am I interviewing for a patient position, I thought. I turned and look behind me to see my passengers just a chomping at the popcorn, anticipating what I was going to say next. Well I’m sorry to disappoint. But your not going to hear me say “Oh I have a compromised immune system and a wound the size of my fucking thigh just blew up in my thigh and I thought this would just be the next fun thing to do in my day.”

“I’ll be more than happy to answer that questions on our way to the hospital without an audience.” I assertively replied.

While dancing in the back of the ambulance to every pothole on the road, someone must have heard me say “I have ebola”, because when I got to the hospital, every person was wearing thick gowns, spit guards, and filtered masks. I’m now so emotionally distraught, and tired, I have no idea what to do.

I then was blessed to meet probably the only person with a brain, the PA who walked in asking why she felt she was on a movie set instead of a hospital. As the lambs started “baaaaaaaaaahing” out their reasons, she quickly schooled them and said contact precautions as normal. None of this additional crap is necessary. She then looks at my wound and says “Cellulitis and possible MRSA.” Oh Christ, I thought. My next emotion was to cry. Apparently this was something they didn’t know how to handle. Well not handle so much as acknowledge.

Because at this moment, I had learned Nurse Ratched had continued her education, becoming a doctor, my doctor and was standing before me. “If we don’t keep you here, what is it you think you’re going to do?”

I didn't understand the question. Yes, it was to the point. I just didn’t see how it related to me. “What do you mean, what am I going to do?”

“Well do you think Amtrak is going to just give you another ticket? What are you doing to do?”

Despite Nurse Ratched’s continued education, I noticed she still somehow must have missed any courses involving bedside manner. It feared me though that once I explained I was an employee and fully insured, how quickly her tune changed. But that wasn’t a hill I was ready to climb.

While being admitted as an inpatient, I had understandingly fallen asleep to only be awoken by the Hospitalist, a harpy I dubbed Olga the Oger. “Michael, we need to talk.”

I fumbled to awaken myself. SInce my bladder felt as if to explode, this initial task was a bit easier. “I need to use the restroom first.”

I’m not sure what kind of fetishes this harpy had, but she grabs a urinal,sits it in front of me, then sits down herself, giving me the strongest execution of poker face I had ever seen.

“Without an audience.” I commanded.

While waiting for her to come back in the room, flapping her wings to perch in her nest, I fell back asleep. Then again with that same shrill I heard “Michael, I said we needed to talk.”

Hold up. What’s that? No ma’am. You obviously don’t know who I am. It was at that moment my hummingbird ass was put to rest by my alligator mouth. I couldn’t believe I had it in me. The harpy looked down, looked at me in the eyes, then said “I am getting security. I don’t feel safe with you in the room.”

Security must have been busy fighting the meth monsters from the emergency room. Because she came back with no soldiers. Which I was fine with. I grabbed my big boy britches, apologized and proceeded our discussions.

Three more times she ran out of my room in fear. No my friends, not from my hot temper. But to change every order she had already written for me because she failed to find out my allergies beforehand. I was starting to feel that Charlotte and I were going to be seeing each other again in the after life by the way things were going.

Well I survived the that 5-day stay in the hospital. But no. Mount Fiji had yet to be conquered. My final night in Williston was to be at a hotel. Work had generously called me cab to take me to the Ritz, no Discount something or other inn.

As I stand there waiting for my chariot to arrive, a strong sense of anxiety consumed me as I saw this black SUV come racing towards me. Oh God. This can’t be my cab. I found placing my luggage in the back to be especially easy as the the whole back window had been busted out. Upon entering the cab, I took notice to the several inches of dirt and dead insects upon my bench. I especially loved that my “driver” rhythmically licked and chewed his lips as if they were two cheeseburgers from the best burger joint in town.

“Now they told me you would need a receipt. I told them we give receipts on cards.”

Fair enough I thought. Wait….What’s this. Lip Licker hands me the card of a female real estate broker who specializes in short sales at Remax. On the back of my card it says Cab Fare $17.00 and a signature. Oh yeah. Accounting will look at this like seeing a turd floating in a punch bowl.

Thank Christ, I’m at the hotel! I walk in to see the accommodations were doable. Not the Ritz as I dreamed. But after my week, a cardboard box set up in the middle lane of a highway in a rainstorm wouldn’t seem so disappointing. “Sir. We have your complimentary dinner available for you in the hallway over there.”

Dinner in the hallway? Oh hell yeah! Jackpot. I couldn’t wait. As I stand in line behind every roughneck in the state acting like vultures before 3 metal canisters, I couldn’t hardly wait to see what lottery winnings I could be consuming. Door number one had something that I think might have been tuna. Whatever it was, it was shredded, white, and crusty on top. Behind door number two, chicken so oily, had I dropped it, Foghorn Leghorn would have slid straight to the Canadian Border. Then behind door number three, corn dogs so hard, I could speer someone’s eyes out from across the room. I figured between the preservatives, and the 600 different antibiotics running through my system, the speers would be the best way to go.

Oh let the C-Diff begin!!!!

It’s safe to assume, if I’m ever bit again, by anything, I’ll probably not wait so long to address it. Maybe I’ll start asking for directions too.

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calahan shook his head. the last thing he wanted was to make any enemies in the home of his brother, his nephew. it already felt as though the bar owner was existing on borrowed time, walking a tightrope that he would inevitably fall off of. sometimes, when his phone rang, he turned it over without even reading the contact information, ignoring it until the buzzing stopped as though it was some sort of raging insect. the threat of it being his mother was becoming too hard to stomach. if she asked him to come home, if she fell sick or needed the support of her eldest son, would he go, or would he be able to resist? everything in his body told him to fight. he doubted how strong he really was. “ah,” his tongue flicked against his upper row of teeth, perfectly arranged and straight like soldiers. “well, isn’t that the question. truthfully? i don’t know.” calahan loosened in his seat. he might’ve relaxed, if he knew the meaning of the word. “i don’t know what i want to do. before this, back in ireland, i was learning scripture and verses to be a preacher. this is . . . it’s far from what i had in mind, but i trust in god’s plan for me.” with the last few words, calahan’s voice bobbled; did he believe? how far did he trust whatever the big man had been throwing at him? “it’s a project. it’s something that’s keeping me busy and occupied and here, in illinois. in that respect, yes, i want this for myself.” to keep him grounded. to stop his mother dragging him back. to fight away the previous promises of stiff collars and dark suits, of early mornings and foggy nights. his fingers found the hard metal of the hail mary necklace that hung against his clavicle, feeling the metal warmed on his skin through the cotton of his shirt. but what did he want in his heart, in his soul? what if the burn had happened deep down and couldn’t be healed by space and time away? calahan stayed quiet for a moment, studying the cracks in the floorboards and the places where dropped cigarettes had caught the wood and left behind little ashen ghosts. “i’ve never had much time to think of what i really want, i suppose.”

“I see,” Terry nodded at the mention of an artist. They knew firsthand the merits of furniture and art in assigning meaning to a space. They’d recalled a transformed Catholic Church in old martini bar in Manhattan, not too far from their childhood home—its pews making way for booths and high-top tables, windows that once contained stained glass making way for something more muted, less ornate. Save for the distinct curves of the apses and naves, the narthex that had served as the entryway, the architect saw it as no more than a building wrenched away of its original meaning, transformed into another structure.

They don’t think the process would be the same here. Calahan was not asking for a transformation—just a redressing, a reconceptualization of what made the dive bar such a communal space. Their ears perked at the mention of O’Sheas, the other drinking space in this admittedly rough-and-tumble neighborhood. They had half a mind to say that for the most desperate of patrons, an aesthetic makeover wouldn’t matter much, so long as the drinks kept being poured. But, more than anything, Terry understood the desire of building something, of distinguishing oneself from the others.

“Leon wouldn’t be that petty,” they said, in an attempt to be reassuring, “I still expect to get paid, just not immediately. Rory would need the money more than I do.” They took a sip from their drink, and glanced downward at the fine of grain of the bar counter. To the common eye, it was no more distinguishable from the same counter of the Irish pub—but they saw the faint circles embedded into the grain, like perverse tree ring; the shallowed grooves that were imperceptible until one ran a finger through it, only to find the wood raised and uneven in places. “I’m not doing it out of kindness. Partly, perhaps, but—” Their eyes hovered to the liquor display again, its glossy finish that had now transformed into something darker—thinned and pitted over time, matted not quite by design, but by circumstance. “I find it enjoyable. This kind of reconstruction.” They said, before directing their own question, “You mention that you are doing this to build a legacy for your brother and your nephew. But is this something that you want to do for yourself?”

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tourettesdog · 2 years ago

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Ectober Day 4: Box and Staff

Title: Sleepy Time

Word Count: 5243

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Summary:

Danny is a very sleepy ghost boy and at this point anything qualifies as a bed.

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What Danny wouldn’t give for just one peaceful night. One night where he could lie down, fall fast asleep, and stay asleep for a humane amount of hours. No matter how often he patrolled, it seemed there was always a ghost waiting to attack at the unholy hour of 2AM.

The entire weekend had followed this pattern, with ghost attacks interspersed throughout the day. Skulker woke Danny up with a loud, resounding shout Friday night that had his parents up in arms. Between running Skulker a safe distance away– determined not to have another fight destroy part of the lab– and his parents chasing after, firing indiscriminately, Danny had no chance to rest that night.

He still had traces of a bruise on his chin from that particular debacle.

Saturday had been little better when Technus decided that their neighbor’s old sedan fit perfectly with his latest collection of tech. There were still trees blocking part of the road outside their house from the bulky machine careening down the street.

Sunday followed this same pattern, with Johnny 13 making a mad dash away from Amity Park on his motorcycle, forcing Danny to chase after him. They’d almost wound up in West Virginia by the time Danny caught him, and the lonely flight back took what little energy he had left at that point.

Danny thought he might finally get some rest when he returned to Illinois and sank into his bed– until an ectopus drifted past his bedroom window.

The ectopus hardly put up a fight, but Danny struggled to fall asleep afterwards, waking up at random intervals, tossing and turning. By the time the sun rose, Danny stared out his window with squinted eyes, groaning.

Of course he had to have school today. He already had a headache.

Danny dragged his feet through the halls of Casper High, head hung low, messy black bangs draped over his eyes as he made his way to his locker. Tucker already stood there waiting for him and gave a sympathetic ‘oof’ when Danny smacked his head against the door to his locker.

“Another bad night, then?” Tucker asked, patting Danny on the shoulder.

Danny lifted his head just high enough to smack it back against the locker with a clang.

“Ow…” he mumbled, wincing as his headache pounded.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Tucker observed.

Danny turned his head to look up at Tucker. His friend was several inches taller now, though that didn’t say much when Danny barely brushed five feet.

“I think I slept maybe two hours all weekend,” Danny groaned.

Tucker grimaced. “You gonna be okay, dude? You sure you can make it today?”

Danny stood up straight long enough to root through his locker and pull out the books he needed for the day. He shoved them into his backpack and fought with the zipper to close it.

“At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I make it through our first class,” Danny grumbled, teeth gritted as he tugged harder on the zipper.

Yanking too hard, Danny accidentally ripped the zipper clean off of his bag.

Staring at the piece of shattered metal in his hand, Danny slumped back against his locker, shut his eyes, and rhythmically smacked the back of his head against it.

“Yikes, what’s eating him?” Danny heard Sam ask.

“No sleep again, and he just decimated the zipper on his bag,” Tucker said.

Sam audibly sighed. Danny felt a hand grab his arm and pull him away from his locker.

“You get enough blows to the head without giving yourself more of them,” Sam said. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”

Sam helped Danny get his bag rearranged, but there wasn’t much they could do for the zipper. They managed to strap it closed with an old cable, but it looked an absolute mess. At least the thermos wouldn’t fall out of the bag, which was frankly all that mattered to Danny. He had a spare bag at home he could swap it out with later.

Danny tried his best to stay awake during his first class, but it seemed as if the universe was conspiring against him. Danny sat by the window and the warm sunlight filtering through the blinds dragged his eyelids low. It was all he could do to resist the urge to curl up on his desk like a cat and soak in the warmth.

It didn’t help that Mr. Lancer’s history lesson droned into a monotonous lecture. Mr. Lancer usually tried to show some level of enthusiasm for what he was teaching, but it seemed even he had no interest in the particular branch of US history they were learning. That or, judging by the way he pinched at his tear ducts, he might simply have had a migraine.

Between lack of sleep, his sun-warmed desk, and the droning lecture, Danny was asleep within five minutes.

Mercifully, Tucker noticed in time to shake him awake. Danny gave him an awkward thumbs up over his shoulder.

This proceeded to happen no less than three times, until Tucker just took to rhythmically kicking the back of Danny’s seat to keep him awake. That worked for a while, but Danny eventually still managed to slip back into a light doze.

When the bell rang, Danny startled awake, lurching as his head fell out of his hand and he tipped dangerously to the side. He jumped to his feet, as though ready to fight something, and only calmed when Tucker patted his shoulder.

“Come on, Spooky, there’s nothing to punch,” he said.

Blushing slightly, Danny gathered his mess of a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He followed Tucker to the front of the class, pausing when Mr. Lancer cleared his throat.

“Mr. Fenton, I expect you to be more alert in time for my English quiz,” he said while rubbing at his left temple.

Danny nodded his head. “Sorry, I will be,” he mumbled.

Mr. Lancer gave a firm nod and went back to reading from the book on his desk. Danny quickly sped to catch up with Tucker at the door. They met with Sam in the hall and headed for gym class.

Danny grabbed his gym clothes and took them to the toilet stalls to change as usual. It was a hot day, easily over eighty degrees, but Danny kept his red sweatshirt on over his gym clothes. He’d rather flare his core to keep cool than go without it.

Unfortunately, flaring his core required using more energy. It was fine at first when their class walked down the field to play soccer, but Danny quickly lost steam from there. He trudged along beside Tucker, who stuck resolutely close to the slight chill Danny put off. It was a struggle to keep up the pretense of trying– though Dash helped, in an ironic way. He kept kicking the ball towards (at) Danny, and running past him close enough to knock shoulders. With him constantly engaging Danny, it at least gave the appearance of him participating. Danny could have done without the bruises to his shoulder, but at least Ms. Tetslaff wasn’t yelling at him.

Still, by the time they headed back towards the gym, Danny wasn’t able to keep the chill of his core flared enough to stave off the heat. He leaned miserably against Sam, letting her half-drag him up the hill. She reviewed book notes for their English quiz as they walked, though Danny hardly absorbed the words.

Between Tucker keeping him awake in class, and Sam almost carrying him, Danny owed his friends big time. He wasn’t sure where he’d be without them.

Probably in a ditch somewhere.

(Asleep, that is. The dying thing had already sailed.)

Danny welcomed their lunch period with open arms, prepared to put his head down and have a well-deserved nap.

Unfortunately, a ghost had other ideas.

The timing was impressive, in all honesty. No sooner had Danny pillowed his head on his arms, sighing contently, when that sigh turned into a puff of blue mist.

The expletive he shouted drew a few stares.

It didn't take long for Danny to find the culprit. A loud crashing sound echoed from the hallway outside the cafeteria. After darting in the restroom to transform, Danny followed the noise.

He found Boxy wreaking havoc on the science department, upending what appeared to be boxes of new lab equipment. Danny watched as one of the boxes tipped upside down. It sent a large package of beakers crashing to the ground, smashing Danny's own record within seconds.

Were he better rested and thinking straight, Danny might have been able to save the rest of the supplies from destruction. Seeing as he was barely awake and squinting through bleary eyes, however, it didn't occur to Danny to catch any of the boxes when he souped the Box Ghost from the air.

The rest of the lab equipment crashed down in Boxy's absence, the sound a monstrous crescendo of shattering glass and crunching metal.

Danny noticed a teacher in the corner of the room. She stared, open-mouthed with horror at the destruction.

As Danny awkwardly backstepped out of the room, a sheepish grin on his face, she burst into tears.

When Danny returned to the cafeteria with nine minutes to spare, he gave Sam and Tucker a dispassionate, "Don't ask," before planting his forehead on the table and passing out.

The day continued to nosedive, as it often did, with Mr. Lancer's English class.

Danny liked Mr. Lancer well enough as a teacher, but he unfortunately still believed in Danny enough to keep him on his toes. Many of the teachers no longer reprimanded him for falling asleep or missing assignments, but Mr. Lancer was determined to make Danny apply himself. It would have been touching that he cared, were it not so frustrating.

As it was, Danny stared at his English quiz, seeing double. The words blurred and morphed together, smudged through his bleary vision. It was all Danny could do to keep his drooping eyelids from shutting tight.

Tucker didn't sit behind him in this class, so there was no rhythmic chair kicking to keep Danny awake. Sam did sit beside him– and she definitely threw a pencil at him the first time his eyes snapped shut– but there wasn't much she could do discreetly during a test.

Inevitably, Danny's eyes shut tight as he leaned into his hand, propped up on his elbow.

Danny was flying, drifting on a warm breeze. A clear sky glittered overhead, the stars turning, spinning, blinking in wavering patterns.

Flipping on his back, crossing his arms behind his head, Danny watched as the stars coalesced in a brilliant tapestry. A landscape opened up across the heavens, towering mountains and low valleys of radiant stardust.

“Mr. Fenton.”

The landscape rippled, as though caught in a rough breeze. The wind blew harshly against Danny’s face, suddenly cold.

“Mr. Fenton.”

A strong gust of wind scattered the stardust to nothing. It left the sky inky black and empty, yawning overhead– crashing down as the wind roared loudly in Danny’s ears, icy and sharp.

Soon, all that remained was that wind. Danny tensed, searching for something– anything in the darkness that sprung up around him.

Something tapped his shoulder.

Danny shot up suddenly, his desk scraping loudly across the floor as he stood. He braced himself for a fight, but… froze when he saw Mr. Lancer staring down at him with an eyebrow raised.

Snickers broke out around him and Danny glanced to his right in time to see Sam facepalm.

“Is there any particular reason you can’t stay awake today, Mr. Fenton?” Mr. Lancer asked, drawing Danny’s attention back to him.

Danny was now as sure as he could be that Mr. Lancer had a migraine. The bags under his eyes weren’t as dark as Danny’s, but they were deeper than usual. He kept rubbing at his temple still, almost absently.

“Sorry, Mr. Lancer,” Danny said as he awkwardly sat back down. “Just… a headache.”

Truthfully, he did still have a headache. Probably not one as bad as Mr. Lancer’s, but Danny didn’t think that sleep deprivation was an answer his teacher would take lightly.

Glancing across the classroom, Danny could see Tucker giving him a commiserating smile, and Dash miming someone startling badly. Several classmates weren’t even watching, though. This situation happened frequently enough that it had lost some of its novelty.

Mr. Lancer sighed. “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office, Mr. Fenton?” he asked.

Danny cringed, sinking down a little in his seat. He hadn’t been to the nurse’s office for over a year now, since the Accident, and he wasn’t about to start now over a small headache.

“N–no I think I’m good,” he said quickly.

Mr. Lancer sighed again, shaking his head. “I’d like you to stay after class, Mr. Fenton. Please try to stay awake enough to finish your quiz until then.”

He turned and went back to his desk, saying, “Ten more minutes; use your time wisely,” to the class before he sat down.

Danny rubbed at his face in frustration, groaning as he distinctly heard Dash snicker.

By the time class ended, Danny had managed to stay awake, but he had not managed to finish the quiz. It didn’t help that he had hardly read the book assignment– The Catcher in the Rye– and his memory of Sam’s notes was vague at best. He was confident in maybe three of his answers, and certain that his incomplete essay at the end would be poorly received.

Sam and Tucker gave Danny encouraging thumbs up as they left the room. He knew they’d both wait for him in the hall.

After tying the cable back around his backpack, Danny dragged his feet to the front of the classroom. He stood in front of Mr. Lancer’s desk, waiting for the man to address him. He was grading a stack of papers, marking them with a red pen as he went.

“How is your head feeling?” Mr. Lancer asked without looking up.

The question threw Danny off kilter. He paused, wracking his mind for suitable words. “Uh, it’s getting better. I took some ibuprofen earlier,” he said.

Danny had not taken ibuprofen earlier. He had to take three or four times the recommended dose for it to even touch his pain these days, and a small headache wasn’t worth the trouble.

Mr. Lancer gave him a nod. He made one last mark on the paper in front of him, circling a line of text near the bottom of the page, before he finally looked up.

“Is there anything else going on, Mr. Fenton?” he asked.

His green eyes bored into Danny’s, and he had the distinct feeling of being scanned. It was moments like this that reminded Danny why Jazz liked Mr. Lancer as a teacher so much. Both of them were perceptive when it came to people.

“No?” Danny started, cringing a little at the uncertain tone in his own voice. “I mean, I didn’t really sleep well last night, but… yeah.”

He trailed off, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Mr. Lancer looked him up and down, his eyes settling on the slight bruising he still had on his cheek.

"If there's anything troubling you at home, I am always here to listen, Daniel," he said.

Danny shuffled uncomfortably, digging his shoe into the linoleum floor.

“Now,” Mr. Lancer began, reaching for a folder on the far side of his desk, “I won’t give you detention this time, but if I catch you sleeping in my classroom tomorrow I won’t be so lenient. Forgo any… extracurriculars tonight and get some sleep, Mr. Fenton. Have a good evening.”

Blinking dazedly, Danny could only nod and stutter out a confused, “Y-you too– the good evening thing, that is.”

Gripping the straps of his book bag tightly, Danny hurried out the door before Mr. Lancer could change his mind.

Sam and Tucker were the only people left in the hallway. It was the end of the school day and most people had already left or carried on to after school activities. Tucker swung an arm over Danny’s shoulders as they fell into step together.

“So, when’s your detention?” Tucker asked him.

Danny snorted. For once, he was happy to have an answer for that question. “Didn’t get detention,” he said, shooting his friend a fanged grin.

Tucker gasped and ground to a stop, jostling Danny beneath his arm. “Wait, really? What did he say?”

“He just… asked what was wrong. Told me I could talk to him if something was bothering me,” he said with a shrug. “It was kind of weird– but in a nice way.”

The trio resumed walking, turning around the corner. They passed by the science department where several staff members were still cleaning up the broken glass. Sam slowed, craning her neck to get a better look, but Danny grabbed her arm and sped up, not wanting to linger by the mess.

He had forgotten how hot it was outside. The moment they stepped out into the heat, Danny groaned. What little energy had been startled into him by his nervous interaction with Mr. Lancer had faded, sapped away by fatigue. He leaned into Tucker as they went down the school steps and towards the sidewalk.

“You really should go get some sleep, dude,” Tucker said, eyeing Danny. “You look dead on your feet.”

Sam punched him in the shoulder while Danny laughed.

“He’s right, though,” Sam said. “You always look exhausted, but this is a bit much, even for you.”

Danny groaned exasperatedly. “Tell that to the ghosts that keep floating by my bedroom window,” he said.

“What was it last night?” Tucker asked.

“After Johnny? A fucking ectopus,” Danny said, throwing his arms up in exasperation, nearly shrugging off Tucker’s arm. “I almost would have preferred Skulker again. At least then I’d have something to take my frustration out on,” he added in a low grumble.

“With how tired you are, I don’t think fighting Skulker is the best idea right now,” Sam said. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. We heading to FentonWorks?”

“Please no,” Danny said a little too quickly. “My parents are still fixing the lab wall. I don’t think I could sleep through that racket if I tried.”

Tucker snorted. “Still? Hasn’t it been like a week?”

“Five days. Five miserable, loud days. Were you not reading my texts? Did I not complain enough?”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “In my defense, you didn’t update us on the lab wall fiasco over the weekend, so I assumed it was over.”

“I’m sorry if I was a little too busy complaining about the trio of dumbasses that is Skulker, Technus, and Johnny. I’ll try to squeeze in loud Fenton bullshit hours next time.”

“See that you do,” Tucker said, nodding sagely.

Danny snorted, waving his arm to slap at him.

“So, where we going then?” Sam pressed. “I don’t know about you two, but I want to get out of this heat.”

They hadn’t made it very far from the school. With Danny leaning into Tucker, and no clear destination decided, they’d stopped at the corner.

Tucker made a thoughtful humming sound. “How about my place? My mom’s working and my dad shouldn’t bug us. Danny can take a nap while we play games or something.”

“Yeah, sure. Better than standing out here all day,” Sam said with a shrug.

“You’re going to play games without me?” Danny whined, doing his best attempt at puppy dog eyes (the effect probably ruined, at least somewhat, by how squinted they were).

“Yep,” Sam said, popping the ‘p’. She gave him a once-over with her arms crossed, her smile twisting into a concerned frown.

“Go transform and I’ll carry you,” she offered.

Danny perked up immediately, throwing Tucker’s arm off his shoulder. He glanced around quickly to make sure there was no one watching before darting into the tall bushes nearby. He heard Sam mutter, “That woke him up a little,” as he transformed.

As soon as the cold rings washed over him, Danny felt for his invisibility, letting it wash over in the same way. Floating back over to Sam and Tucker, he gave a quiet, “Here,” to let Sam know where he was before settling across the tops of her shoulders and spider backpack like a very large snake.

He let his spectral tail hang down one side of her neck and his arm down the other. He nestled his head on her shoulder and sighed happily. Thankfully, Danny was light enough in this form for Sam to carry him without issue.

“Just stay awake long enough for us to get to Tuck’s house. If you turn visible on me in the middle of the street, I will personally soup you,” she whispered.

“Noted.”

Danny put every last ounce of his energy into keeping his eyelids open on the walk to Tucker’s house. The gentle sway of Sam walking, paired with the heat, made for a sleepy combination. By the time they stepped over the threshold of Tucker’s house, blissfully welcomed by air conditioning, Danny had finally lost the battle against his eyelids.

He heard Tucker gasp loudly, hissing out a frightened, “Danny!” before he felt– and heard– Sam thunder up the steps to Tucker’s bedroom. Danny opened his eyes in time to watch Tucker slam the door behind him, turning the lock.

“That was a close one,” Tucker said, pressing his ear expectantly to the door, his red beanie askew. “I think my dad’s outside– otherwise he might’ve seen the ghost who was supposed to stay invisible.”

“‘M sorry,” Danny mumbled, shutting his eyes again.

Sam sighed. Danny felt her pivot and heard her boots take a couple of steps on the wooden floor.

“You’re hopeless when you’re tired,” she said. “How have you kept your secret this long?”

“Talent,” Danny mumbled into her shoulder.

Sam snorted. Her shoulders rose and Danny felt her hands grab him under the armpits. He kept his eyes closed, expecting her to flop him onto Tucker’s bed, but was surprised when he felt himself land inside something.

Tucker began to cackle, his laughter quickly devolving into wheezes. Danny opened his eyes and came face to face with–

Cardboard. He was inside a box.

Groaning, Danny rolled onto his back, brushing his white bangs out of his eyes. His tail fell the rest of the way into the box with him, curled over his stomach.

“Sam. Why am I in a box?” he asked,

It was a pretty big box, though Danny wasn’t sure why Tucker had it. Judging by the give in the bottom, it was sitting on his bed. Danny couldn’t stretch out his arms inside the thing, but he could curl up with some room to spare.

“I dunno. It just seemed funny,” Sam said, laughing.

“What’s this thing even from?” Danny asked. “It’s a pretty nice box.”

Tucker’s face swam into view as he leaned over the box, still chuckling. He lifted his glasses, wiping away a tear.

“It’s from my new desk,” he said between chuckles. “I figured I’d keep it to store shit in. Think we could replace the thermos with one of these bad boys?”

“I want you to think for two seconds about Boxy before you seriously consider that statement,” Sam said.

Danny huffed a laugh. Rolling onto his side, he let his tail curl around him and pillowed his head on his arms. He felt the bed sink down a bit on one side and heard someone fumbling with what sounded like game controllers.

“Are you seriously comfortable in there?” Sam asked, her voice hovering just over his ear.

Danny hummed in response, nestling into his arms. It probably would be more comfortable on the bed, but he was already so tired, and the walls of the box made him feel strangely safe…

Sam laughed again, more quietly this time. He heard the telltale sounds of Tucker starting up Smash Bros., followed by him quickly lowering the volume.

A hand fell into Danny's hair, gently scratching his scalp. In his sleepy, half-awake state, Danny was faintly aware of the contented rumble in his chest.

"Just like a cat," Danny heard Tucker snicker.

The noise of a cell phone camera going off followed.

It was the last thing Danny heard, other than the distant sounds of their game, before he fell into a fitful sleep.

~*~

Danny's mind was sluggish as he woke. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the familiar stars on his ceiling, but was surprised to see a dark room with a spinning ceiling fan instead.

Turning on his side, Danny noticed short walls surrounding him. He panicked for a moment, thinking he was trapped, before remembering he'd fallen asleep in…

A box.

A box, of all things.

Danny was still in his ghost form, and in the dark he could see that part of the box was dented. Danny could only assume he’d crushed it in his sleep. Coiling up on his tail, slipping out of a blanket Sam or Tucker must’ve thrown over him, Danny rose up like a cobra and glanced around Tucker’s bedroom. He couldn't tell what time it was, though it must’ve been well past sunset, judging by the darkness.

Sam was nowhere to be seen, but Tucker was curled up in bed, fast asleep. At least, he was asleep– until Danny leaned too heavily on the box and it tore down the side, causing him to tumble forward and land on his friend’s legs.

Startling awake, Tucker quickly sat up, pulling his legs to his chest.

“Wha– Danny? You good?” he groggily asked, stifling a yawn.

Danny yawned as well, still feeling rather tired despite what must have been several hours of rest.

“I feel a bit better,” he said. “How long was I out? What time is it? Where’s Sam?”

Tucker rolled on his side and groped a hand across his nightstand, grabbing his glasses and phone. Both of them squinted as the phone powered on, singing their retinas with its sudden light.

“It’s almost eleven, so uhhh… seven hours or so? Sam left hours ago.”

“Ancients…” Danny muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.

A sobering thought suddenly came to mind.

“Wait, shit, I should get home, I–”

“Already taken care of,” Tucker said, yawning again. “As far as your parents are concerned, you’re sleeping over tonight. My parents don’t know, though, so try to keep it down.”

He gave a cheeky grin and Danny felt his anxiety melt away with it.

“So, are you going to keep sleeping in my box– which you totally destroyed, by the way– or do you want to actually use the bed?”

Danny glanced down at the cardboard under him. The box had certainly seen better days. It had been surprisingly comfortable while it lasted, at least.

“Bed sounds good,” Danny said wearily. “I can’t believe you let me sleep in a box.”

Tucker just laughed at that.

Danny crawled across the bed to the side closest to the wall. Tucker lifted his blanket and Danny phased his way under it. He settled down, burying his face in one of Tucker’s many pillows.

“Am I too cold like this?” he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I can transform if you want.”

Danny was getting considerably better at controlling his powers. Aside from being able to maintain his form while unconscious now, he also had significantly more control over his temperature. He couldn’t necessarily make himself warm as Phantom, but he could decrease the chill he put off.

Sleeping as a ghost appealed to Danny– seeing as it meant he wouldn’t have to take off his binder– but he would transform for Tucker’s comfort if not his own.

Tucker hummed thoughtfully. “Naw, you’re good. Just let me turn off the ceiling fan.”

He reached for something else on his nightstand, producing a tiny remote. It shut off the fan and Danny watched as the blades slowly ground to a halt.

Tucker settled back into bed, taking off his glasses, carding a hand through his curly bangs. He let loose another yawn and rolled over to look at Danny.

“You’re not hungry or anything are you? You did sleep most of the day,” he said.

Danny shook his head. He never had much of an appetite since the Accident. Sam suspected it had something to do with all of the ambient ectoplasm in Amity.

“Just tired still,” he said. “Thanks for letting me sleep for so long, by the way.”

Tucker hummed, shutting his eyes. “You needed it,” he mumbled.

Danny certainly agreed. Those seven hours of sleep had helped, but he still felt pretty exhausted. Not every week of fighting ghosts was like this, but the ones that were dragged him down. He was only thankful for no major injuries this time around.

Snuggling deeper under the blanket, Danny wiggled his way closer to Tucker, burying his head under his friend’s chin. Tucker shifted, lifting his arm over Danny in a practiced manner, draping it over his shoulders.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of Tucker’s breathing and the steady beat of his heart, Danny quickly found himself falling into a restful sleep.

“G’nigh,” Tucker mumbled, hardly coherent.

Danny’s core rumbled contently in response.

~*~

Danny awoke the next day feeling, at last, actually awake. After changing into some clothes Tucker kept at his house for him, Danny slipped out of Tucker’s bedroom window and waited outside to give him a lift to school.

He didn’t manage to replace his book bag, but dealing with the broken zipper felt considerably more manageable when well-rested.

They met up with Sam in the hall as usual, and there was something in her grin that had him feeling nervous.

“What did you do?” Danny warily asked her.

Sam’s grin widened. She leaned against her locker, flicking through something on her phone.

“Oh, you know… just thinking about photography,” she said.

Danny paused, trying to parse out whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Then, with dawning horror, he remembered hearing the sound of a phone camera the night before.

“You didn’t,” he said, standing up straight, eyes narrowed at Sam.

“Oh, I did.”

She tapped something on her phone and turned the screen towards him. On it was a picture of Phantom, curled up inside of a box with his tail tucked around his messy white hair.

Danny quickly made to grab for the phone, but Sam held it up high, far out of his short reach.

“Tucker has copies too, so don’t you dare,” she said with a laugh.

Danny grabbed at her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Sam, please tell me you didn’t post that anywhere,” he said, practically begging.

Sam waved her hand dismissively. “Why post it when we can keep it all to ourselves?” she said.

“And when we can threaten to post it the next time you spill one of those ectoplasm shakes on–”

“That was one time!” Danny interrupted Tucker with a whine.

“I can see the meme caption now,” Tucker continued dramatically, ignoring Danny’s interjection, “‘The New Box Ghost’!”

Sam snorted with laughter while Danny continued to groan, making one last, futile grab for her phone.

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years ago

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART ONE

Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: None yet. Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: Here we are everyone. This fic has been a long time in the making, but I’m pretty dang happy with it so far! I made Josh extra lovable and squishy for you all. I hope you enjoy! This fic is edited by the amazing and gorgeous, @lantern-inthenight. And big thanks as always to @myownparadise96. I literally could not have found the motivation to do this fic without you.

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The scenery in Michigan was vastly different than back home. You were used to and comfortable with the nearly unforgiving heat of the American South West, but the farther away you got from home, the more foreign everything seemed. The scrubland slowly started being replaced by emerald green grass and dense forests of towering pines. Once you hit Illinois, little farmsteads were scattered along every road you took, boasting fields thick with corn and beans.

It was a bit over a full day’s worth of driving. You had originally thought you could just drive right through - after all, you were young and you had plenty of caffeine at the ready. In reality, you wound up digesting the trip over two days.

You were a fortunate enough person that you had a reliable car, which made up for the fact that it wasn’t very pretty to look at. It didn’t exactly sip gas, but that had never even been a concern before this - it wasn’t very often that you left home, let alone make a trip across the country. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you started seeing the exit signs for Ann Arbor.

Your parents had been a bit judgemental about you picking a school so far away - they were even worse homebodies than you, and they knew that you being across the country meant they wouldn’t be seeing you until the school year was over - but there was no way you could turn down an opportunity like this one. You had worked your ass off to qualify for a scholarship, knowing full well that there was no way you could afford higher education otherwise. MU hadn’t been your very first choice but with one of the better programs in the country for your desired field, you just couldn’t turn it down.

You had to pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot to pull up the address you were looking for and program it into your phone’s GPS before continuing further into the city. Your mother had been particularly wary about your living situation. See, she was a woman that adamantly liked to have a plan and then stick to it - she didn’t see any value in just letting things happen. “Go with the flow” wasn’t in her vocabulary, but you’d always romanticised the idea. Which was why, when you pulled up to the apartment that you were going to be living in for the next year, it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

You had found the listing on the Facebook marketplace for the area, looked at a couple of pictures, and signed the lease agreement online - all without knowing what you were really in for. You’d been informed that you’d have a roommate when you’d contacted the landlord, but she hadn’t mentioned a thing about the person other than that. All she really said was “no pets, no smoking, and one month’s rent for the security deposit. You had told yourself that it didn’t really matter what the situation was as long as the other person wasn’t outwardly malicious and the place wasn’t infested with pests or anything, even though you knew it mattered a little.

An audible sigh of relief left your lips when you pulled into the apartment parking lot and found that your new home looked well kept. The building had old, slide-up windows, but the brick siding was clean, and the shrubs that lined the property were trimmed and neat. You and your back seat stuffed to max capacity with house plants had made it - and with only a bit of sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters for damages.

After you got out of the car, you grabbed your very favorite potted cactus and found your way into the building, meandering down the dim hall until you came upon the door marked 6. You hadn’t been given a key yet, so you knocked with your free hand and waited until you heard someone shuffling around inside.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous - obviously, you were - but more than anything you were excited. Anxious, maybe? That seemed like the right word.

The door opened to reveal a boy, around your age, hair a mess of curls on the top and shorn tighter to the sides of his head. You were immediately taken aback by the depth in his eyes, chocolatey and warm.

“What’s up?” he asked casually, leaning against the door frame, a pair of old-school headphones dangling from his hand.

You frowned at him slightly, suddenly terrified you’d gotten the wrong apartment number. You weren’t sure how you’d live with that embarrassment, especially if you had to live next door to him - you’d just be that stupid girl that didn’t even know where she lived. “Oh, I think I’m your new roommate? This is number six, right?” You peered around the other side of the open door, just to confirm.

A beaming grin spread over his soft face, showing you his blindingly white teeth and the deepest pair of dimples you’d ever seen. “Oh, cool, yeah. Come on in.”

He stepped aside, giving a dramatically flourished bow as a gesture for you to enter. You obliged, and even though this was your new house too, you paused and waited as he shut the door behind you.

“Sorry, I was expecting you yesterday, so.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile and then extended his free hand to you. “Anyway, I’m Josh.”

You shifted your cactus to one arm so you could shake his hand. “Y/N. Yeah, sorry, it took me longer than I expected to get here. Which is why my stuff apparently showed up before I did.”

You eyed around the apartment, spotting boxes of your things in piles. The original plan your parents had come up with was to have you rent a U-Haul, but since you’d never driven anything bigger than your Camry, you had quickly shot that idea down. After some expert negotiating, they had agreed to hire a moving company. You hadn’t had the balls to ask what a service like that had set them back - decided instead that it was better if you didn’t know.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It all showed up yesterday at like noon. One of the boxes was open a little, and I saw records so I looked through them to make sure you weren’t some kind of freak.”

It was more of a statement than a warning, and the smile he gave you showed not even a shred of an apology so you just smiled back. “Find anything you like?”

He turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen - connected to the living room by a huge square archway. “Your music taste is,” He paused, opening a cupboard and pulling down two mismatched glasses. “Eclectic.”

You laughed at him, bending to gently set your plant down on a side table. “That’s true.”

“But I found plenty I could listen to, so I guess you’re okay. You want some juice?” he asked as he held up a paper carton of store brand orange juice

“That would be lovely,” you agreed, standing stick straight the way you did when in the presence of new company. “My dad used to take me to a lot of thrift stores and we’d go home with a minimum of two records per trip.”

“I love thrifting,” he said simply, giving you an alarmingly serious look. “There are three here, I think. Every once in a while you can find something really worth keeping. I have kind of a ‘catch and release’ policy where if I don’t instantly know what I’m going to do with an item, I leave it there, but I think - like - a third of my wardrobe is from thrift stores.”

You listened, feeling oddly entranced by the way he was handing you thoughts as they came to him. There was something truly honest about it - a quality people back home didn’t seem to have. It was charming.

He brought your glass of juice to you and then motioned to the rest of the apartment. “You want the grand tour of Casa De Joshua-” He gave you a pointed look and a cheesy grin. “And Y/N?”

You breathed a laugh at him, nodding as you sipped. “Please.”

“Okay, try not to get lost - this is obviously the living room. I do most of my living here as the name would suggest. I found this couch on the side of the road - actually almost all of my furniture is adopted.” As he explained, he was gesturing to items like Vanna White.

The couch looked. Well-loved. You could tell just at a glance that it was probably past it’s prime when Josh had stumbled upon it, but it did look comfortable, and it wasn’t like you had a couch to offer, so you were happy with it.

“I have this TV but it’s really only for movies and stuff because I’m twenty-two and I’d rather die than pay for cable. But there are literally hundreds of DVDs in the TV stand that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure,” he informed, his hands gesturing almost arbitrarily as he talked.

You followed as he moved on through the archway. “This is the kitchen. All of the food lives here. There’s lots of stuff, but I try to just make two bigger meals per day. I don’t have a real ice tray so I’ve been using a chocolate mold- Well anyway, our ice will be in the shape of wiener dogs.”

You were shocked at the laugh that escaped you, genuine and uncontrolled. He grinned over at you, clearly also surprised - but pleased with himself for getting the reaction he was aiming for.

“I think I can live with that.”

“Good,” he agreed simply, giving you a new kind of smile - something sweeter. After a beat, he motioned down the hall with his eyes, letting you lead. “The bathroom is this way. The water takes like three or four minutes to get hot. I realized that I have a lot of products for some reason, but I condensed them all into this one area in the corner just in case my new roommate was a girl, and you are so that’s great. I’ll probably get a shelf.”

There was a proud quality to his voice like he felt gentlemanly for letting you have all the space you needed. For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“And what if your new roommate had been a boy?” you inquired with a smirk.

He put a finger on his chin, taking on a contemplative look for you. “Hmm. Then I guess I slowly would have moved my stuff back to the cabinet - probably just one thing per day so he wouldn’t notice. Unless he had a lot of makeup or something, then I’d just let him have it.”

He grinned as you teasingly shook your head.

“This way is the sleeping quarters. My room is there on the right and yours to the left.”

You stepped into your new room and let a sigh of relief. Two huge windows took up a lot of the far wall, framed underneath by large sills. The space was bright and roomier than you’d pictured. Your bed was set up in the very middle of the room, but you already knew exactly where you wanted it to go. For some reason, you had been concerned that you wouldn’t like the space, but it was kind of perfect.

“This is great,” you breathed, turning to him and giving him a sly grin. “Wanna give me a hand moving my furniture around?”

He pretended to consider for a moment until you spoke again.

“My mom sent money for pizza while I get stuff unpacked,” you said coyly. “If you needed any convincing.”

He laughed, showing you his teeth. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, I’ll help as long as I get to look through your stuff while we move it.”

You gave him a questioning look, earning a one-shouldered shrug in return. He looked benign enough standing there, propped against the door frame with a goofy upturn to his lips, so you relented.

“Deal,” you agreed.

You were positive you would not have been able to move stuff without his help. For being a slender boy, he seemed to easily be able to get things where they needed to be. He dutifully helped you shove your furniture into place - your bed against the window wall, your desk and vanity on the wall with your closet door. Then, bless his little heart, he helped you move it all again when you decided you didn’t like the arrangement (but not without some light griping).

One by one, you brought in your boxes from the living room and you allowed him to poke through them, perched on your bed. He flipped through your books, thumbing pages of ones that piqued his interest - you could only imagine that he was already planning on borrowing some of them. He reacted similarly to your framed photos, as he unwrapped them from their packing paper.

When you got your record player set up, he put on a vinyl and started to hang your art prints on the wall where you instructed him to. The look of concentration on his face was rather endearing as he held a few nails between his teeth and hammered them into the wall, one by one. There was a time or two you were convinced that he was going to mutilate his thumb, but he didn’t, and when the last picture was hung, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You called in a pizza, adorned with his requested toppings as you hung your clothes into your closet, your phone tucked against your ear and shoulder for maximum efficiency.

Plants collected on your bed until there was no more room for them - after that, he started setting them on the floor as he brought them in from your car. He didn’t seem to be judging the sheer amount of them, even though he had every right to.

“It’s going to look like a jungle in here,” he stated finally as he took a bite out of a slice of pizza that he was holding like a taco, his eyes raking over all of the foliage scattered around your room. Rather than sounding like he was teasing, his tone seemed excited.

You grinned at him, starting to arrange them on the window sill and your bookshelf that had only ever served you as a plant shelf since you’d bought it. “Plants are my passion. Botany major,” you explained as you fluffed up your Monstera’s huge leaves.

“Ooh.” He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling one of his legs up underneath him on your bed - now fitted with sheets. “I think that’s going to be nice. Give it some life in here.”

You grabbed another slice from the pizza box on your nightstand and tried to think of the right tone of voice to use to ask the next question. “How long have you lived here by yourself?”

He hummed, eyes flicking around distantly as he thought. “Well, I’ve lived here just over a year, and my first roommate dropped out and moved back home about...six months ago?”

“Have you been lonely? You seem like a social guy.” You gave him an empathetic look but he just shrugged at you. You hadn’t known him long enough to know for sure, but you suspected he was more affected than he was letting on.

“I mean, a little lonely. But I got used to it for the most part.” He paused for a good couple of seconds before a smile spread across his lips. “And Penny’s kept me company.”

“Oh, does your girlfriend stay here too?” you prompted, trying to remember if you’d seen any feminine looking items lying around that weren’t yours.

“What? No,” he said under a chuckle and stood, gesturing for you to follow him across the hall.

The second you walked through the doorway, you were met with the smell of incense sticks and linen. His room was dimmer than yours and kind of cramped with all of his mismatching furniture, but he had a huge bed - you thought it could easily fit three people in it. There were some clothes strewn about around a laundry hamper by the door and you tried to not be jealous that his closet seemed to be about twice the size of yours.

He crossed the room to crouch in front of a coffee table that he seemed to be using as a catch-all. The varnish was worn off the top of it in rings because sitting on the coffee table was a globe of water and a calico colored goldfish swimming around aimlessly inside of it.

“Ah, so this is Penny,” you giggled as you bent over next to him. When the fish spotted him, it rose to the surface of the water, opening its mouth in demand for food.

He grinned down at it. “Light of my life. We’re not allowed to have pets but I figured that a fish didn’t count.”

You hummed, admittedly a bit charmed by the whole situation. “But don’t goldfish require a lot of space?”

The smile fell from his face, adopting a level of concern you hadn’t yet seen from him as he peered over at you. “Do they?”

Immediately, you felt guilty for putting that look on his features. Your brain kick-started - trying to think of a way to make it right again. “I think so? Maybe we can find her a small tank? Put a few little plants in there for her?”

Josh nodded at you, stroking his fingers over the glass with a frown. “I’m a bad dad.”

“No, no!” you assured, putting your hand on his head but then removing it instantly when you realized that you didn’t really know him, he’d just already made you feel like you did. Either way, you figured it would be inappropriate to touch him. “You’re great. She looks really happy.”

“She’s great at begging for food, so don’t get tricked,” Josh instructed after a moment, seemingly able to put his concerns aside to jest you.

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll be ever vigilant,” you promised, making him smile again.

He stood back up, so you did as well.

“Well, I’ll give you some time to get comfortable in your room,” Josh said, sitting back on his bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I promise I will,” you assured, tapping your hand on the doorframe on your way out.

By the time the sun was set, your room was shockingly well put together. The emotional rollercoaster that was the album Rumors helped you keep on task, losing yourself in the music so it didn’t feel like work at all. You hadn’t been expecting it to come along so quickly, but you guessed that was because you hadn’t anticipated such a friendly roommate. The nesting had always been your favorite part, so you took your time to enjoy placing out all your knick-knacks and photos.

You took a break to shower when you decided you were done for the day, reveling in the feeling of the water after such a long time in your car - He was absolutely right about how long it took to warm up from ice cold. When you got out and changed into your pajamas, Josh was sitting in the living room with a laptop across his legs.

“You wanna chill?” he asked when he heard you padding down the hall, shutting the lid of it and setting it on a side table. “Or if you’re too tired, that’s okay too.”

“No, no. I’d love to talk.” You sat next to him, leaving a comfortable amount of room between you as you pulled your knees up to your chin. “Tell me more about yourself,” you requested, tugging a blanket from a beat-up wicker basket on the floor and wrapping it around your body.

“Hmm, okay,” he started. You wondered how long it had been since he had to introduce himself to someone new. “I’m from a tiny little town here in Michigan. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and a sister. My brother, Jake, also attends MU and lives just off campus.”

You frowned at him. “Wait, why wouldn’t he live with you?” you asked through a disbelieving laugh.

“He lived with me long enough,” Josh explained in a humored tone. “There are only so many people where I’m from and well - we wanted to meet new people, you know?”

“I guess I should be grateful for that.”

“Yeah, probably,” he teased and then paused to think. “I’m in performing arts - I’m actually putting on a production around Christmas with some elementary school kids.”

You suppressed the aww that was threatening to pass your lips. “You like kids?”

He beamed you a smile, shaking his head. “Love them. I want to have like ten of them someday.”

The thought of him surrounded by kids made you soften. You were genuinely shocked about how easy he was to talk to - how easy he was to like. You had never thought in a million years you’d get along with your roommate so well, let alone the first day meeting them.

“I hope you get to,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, prompting him to give you a grateful smile.

A yawn escaped you before you could hide it, and you quickly breathed an apology, but he just waved you off.

“You must be exhausted from that drive,” he said, his voice soft. “You should get some sleep.”

You nodded in agreement and gave him a thankful smile. “Is it okay if I sleep out here?”

The look on his face was quizzical, forcing a laugh from you. “Why would you do that?”

“I have this tradition where whenever I’m in a new place, I always sleep in the living room on the first night. It’s good luck.”

“Whatever you say.” His lips pulled back into an unconvinced smirk. “Well, yeah, you live here now too, so you can sleep wherever you’d like.”

He disappeared into his room for only a moment before popping his head back out, fingers wrapped around the door frame.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You tried not to look too taken aback by the question, but you could feel your cheeks flushing warm. You raked your eyes along the couch, entirely positive that there wasn’t enough space for the two of you to lay out on it together fully - at least, not without being pressed flush against one another. However, his face looked innocent and soft - not a single tint of mischief colored across his features.

“Yeah, that-. I guess that’s okay,” you agreed sheepishly with a shrug. “But I’m not sure we’ll both fit if I’m being honest.”

He frowned questioningly at you, his brows lacing together until he realized what you thought he meant. His face instantly turned a light shade of pink to match yours. “No, no,” he quickly assured in between a breathy laugh. “I’m not going to sleep with you - I’ll take the recliner.”

“Oh, right.” You gave a nervous laugh of your own, cursing yourself out in your head for being so dull.

You were still well embarrassed as you made a nest of blankets on the couch and he brought out a pillow for you when you realized yours were still tucked deep in your bag of bedding. When each of you was situated on your respective pieces of furniture, he flicked the light off with a comfortable sigh.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice taking on a tone that was far too smug for your liking. “You were awfully quick to agree to sleep next to me. You don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

You knew he was teasing, but your heart rate still managed to pick up under the pressure. You had never been particularly good with awkward social situations; you rolled your eyes in the dark, thankful he couldn’t see how red you were. “No, Josh. I do not have a crush on you.”

“Okay,” he said through a melodic laugh, and you got the feeling that he’d gotten the reaction he was aiming for from you. “Should we be best friends though?”

You snorted a laugh of your own, wanting to be annoyed at how likable he was, but falling short. “You are the most peculiar person I’ve ever met, I think.” You curled up, clutching your blanket tight to your body. “But yes. We can be friends.”

“Okay, cool - I’ll order matching t-shirts for us.” You could hear the pleased grin he was wearing, making you feel warm and cozy. You pulled the worn blanket up to your chin.

“See to it that you do.”

Author’s Note: okay, I hope you guys like it! please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed from it. I’m using the same taglist from my Jake!fic, so no hard feelings if you don’t want to be tagged!

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can-of-pringles · 2 years ago

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CHARACTER SHEET INFORMATION: Date Sheet Was Completed: 11/8/2022 Verse In Which The Character Is In: In The Dark TV series

BASIC INFORMATION: Name: Danielle (dan-YEHL) Karim (ka-REEM) Nicknames/Alias: Dannie Meaning of name: French feminine form of Daniel. It has been commonly used in the English-speaking world only since the 20th century. Pet Names: Babe (from Murphy), Dan (from Murphy) Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: they/them Gender Role: Leans more masc. Sexual Orientation: Asexual, lesbian Age: 23 (2019), 26 (2022) Birthday: August 15, 1995 Zodiac Sign: Leo Birth Place: Kassala, Sudan Currently Lives: Chicago, Illinois

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Religion: Dannie grew up in a Muslim family, but feels more agnostic now. Nationality: Sudanese-American Relationship Status: Dating Language Spoken and Native Language: Arabic, English Skills/Talents: Singing, sewing, writing. Hobbies: Making art dolls, writing fanfiction, editing. Backstory: Dannie works at Guiding Hope along with Murphy Mason, Jess Damon, and Felix Bell. They felt drawn to working with service animals because of their own service dog, Missy, for their Type one Diabetes (they were diagnosed as a toddler).

FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FOES: Distant Family: Has plenty of aunts, uncles, and cousins. In Contact with Parents?: Yes Upbringing: Complex but good mostly. Siblings: An older brother and sister. Number of Siblings: 2 Relationship with Siblings: Good for the most part. Children: None. Best Friend(s): Murphy Mason, Jess Damon Other Friends: Felix Bell, Max Parish Acquaintances: Darnell James, Tyson Parker, Hank Mason, Joy Mason, Gene Clemens, Leslie Bell. Pets: A red standard poodle named Missy, works as their Diabetic Alert dog. Bosses: Joy Mason, Hank Mason. Enemy(s): Josh Wallace, others. Why Are They Their Enemy(s)?: Because Josh is toxic towards Murphy.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Species: Human Ethnicity: Black, they are of Tunjur descent, a Sunni Muslim ethnic group found in eastern Chad and western Sudan. Facial Types: Either diamond or heart. Eye Color: Dark brown almost black. Hair Color: Black Hair Styles: Usually long locs. Skin Tone: Dark skin Complexion: Black/type 6 Makeup: None usually except maybe eyeliner sometimes. Body Type: Slender Height: 5’5 Weight: 128 pounds Facial Hair: None Tattoos: None as of writing this. Piercings: Ear lobes, eyebrow piercing. Birthmarks and Scars: None as of writing this. Distinguishing Features: Their eyes, their hair, the shape of their face.

HEALTH AND MENTAL: Health Level: Good Energy Level: Fairly high Memory: Good for the most part. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?: I think they can stay fairly focused. Doesn’t really struggle too much with daydreaming. Allergies: Semi-allergic to cucumbers. Physical Disabilities: Type one Diabetes. Medications: Insulin (maybe Novolog?) Phobias: Afraid of heights, doctors. Mental Disorders: Autistic, ADHD. Smoker: No Drinker: No. Drug Use: No. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?: When people talk over them.

STYLE AND GROOMING: Usual Style: Jackets/coats, sweaters, baggy pants. How They Style Their Clothes: Tucks their shirts. Does your OC dress for practicality or for the aesthetic?: Practicality. Grooming: They take showers/baths every night, cares for their hair when it needs it, and brushes their teeth day and night. Is overall a very clean person. What does your OC do when they get a stain on their clothes?: Tries to clean it. Posture: Usually tries to stand with their back straight, stands with their legs crossed because it helps them balance better. Habits and Mannerisms: Fidgets with their hands and clothes. Scent: Black Chamomile body wash. MOOD: What Mood Would You Catch Them In: Calm Attitude: Depends but is usually good. Mood Stability: Good Expressiveness: Is pretty chill usually. How Are They When Happy: Talkative, jokes and laughs more, smiles a lot. How Are They When Sad: Very withdrawn, probably by themselves. How Are They When Angry: Quiet, a lot of their anger is kept more internal if that makes sense. What makes them cry?: When their feelings are hurt. Meltdowns. Describe one of your OC’s bad habits: Kinda gets defensive sometimes. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?: Their dog, Missy. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?: Usually flight but it really depends. Does your OC prefer Grand Romantic Gestures or little acts of care?: Little acts of care. How does your OC calm down when they’re angry?: Getting time to themselves helps, honestly crying it out helps sometimes too. Is your OC more of a casual flirting type, a type to have crushes, or a falling-in-love type?: Falling-in-love. Is your OC more of a thinker, a talker, or a doer?: Thinker. How physically affectionate is your OC?: Only with family or Murphy. Does your OC thrive on change or stability?: Stability.

ITEMS AND THINGS: Wardrobe (Describe Their Closet): A dark olive green long coat (probably trench coat), grey and black flannel long-sleeved shirt, long drapey black pants with a belt, checkered Vans shoes, a grey tanktop worn under the flannel shirt, grey socks, a yellow scarf. Equipment: Has a phone (the cover is Mother Mother merch), has most modern technologies. Their T-Slim insulin pump. Accessories: Thin gold band rings, small golden bee-themed hooped earrings, a black backpack (has all the rest of their accessories in it (T1D stuff, etc.) What’s their favorite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)- Coats. What is the strangest thing your OC always carries in their pocket/bag, and why?: Probably used test strips they keep forgetting to throw away. Funds: Works at Guiding Hope. Neighborhood: An apartment. Transportation: Can drive but takes public transportation occasionally. Most Valuable Possession (Cost): Probably their pump. Prized Possession: Unsure. Collections: Art dolls SEX: Lovers: Murphy Mason Marital Status: Not married. Sex Life: They’re asexual and sex-repulsed. Their Type: Tall, sarcastic, witty. CAREER AND EDUCATION: Occupation: Works at Guiding Hope. Qualifications: Great with dogs. Rank In Workplace: Probably a secretary? Work Ethic: Good Income: See above. Wealth Status: Makes enough to live reasonably comfortably, or at least independently. Intelligence: High. IDEOLOGIES: Religion: Listed above. Morals: Good mainly. Does your OC generally assume the best or the worst in people?: The best. Priorities: Their friends. Political Party: Does being a leftist count? Culture: Sudanese-American Influences: Their family traditions.

HOPES, DREAMS, AND FAILURES: Main Goal: To live a good and happy life with the people they love. I feel like that’s most people’s goal. Dream Career: A textile artist. Worries: Probably some about Murphy. STRENGTHS, WEAKNESSES, AND OTHERS: Strengths: Intelligent, creative, loyal, witty. Flaws: Can be sometimes reckless, misunderstanding social cues. FAVORITES: Colors: Green, purple, yellow. Animals: Dogs, cats, birds. Mythological Creatures: Pegasus Places: Warm sunny places. Flavors: Sweet and spicy. Foods: Chips, bell peppers and carrots, chocolate-covered food. What’s their favorite candy?: Reeces pieces Drinks: Water, juice, Powerade. Characters: Unsure Genre: Dramas, comedy horror, comedy. Movies: Into the Spiderverse, Star Wars: Rogue 1, Fantastic Mr. Fox. Games: Minecraft, A Plague Tale series, Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order. Shows: Stranger Things, American Horror Story, Doctor Who. Music: indie, rock, pop, metal. Album: Very Good Bad Thing. Bands: Mother Mother, Counterfeit, Ghost, Glass Animals, Hozier, Mitski, Tigercub, Young The Giant. Etc. Songs: Unsure. Subjects: Art Websites: Tumblr What are your OC’s three favorite scents?: Homemade food cooking, eucalyptus, books. What are your OCS's favorite flowers? Do they even like flowers?: Lavender. Which Studio Ghibli feature film would your OC like the best?: Princess Mononoke

LEAST FAVORITES: Colors: Beige Animals: Unsure. Flavors: Bubblegum Foods: Cauliflower. Drinks: Milk Sports: Football Subjects: Science Websites: Twitter Is there a smell your OC can’t stand?: Burnt. So tell me about your OCs versus math: Can do the basics.

SOUND, VOICE, AND OTHERS: Languages: Arabic, English Accent: AAVE Voice: Dua Saleh Speech Impediments: None Laughter: Heartily.

OVERALL IMPRESSIONS: Overall Reputation: Good. First Impressions: Friendly. Stranger Impressions: See above. Friendly Impressions: A chill person to be around. Enemy Impressions: Extremely frustrating. ALIGNMENTS AND MISC.: MBTI Personality Type: INFP Enneagram: 4 Song: Unsure

Ship questions and Things:

How did they first meet?: I think Dannie would be someone that Jess knows so Murphy would know Dannie through Jess.

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?: I think that Dannie would ask Murphy if they could grab coffee or something together and Murphy is like “Why not” and agrees.

Who said “I love you” first?: I’m not sure.

If they get married, who proposes?: I’m not sure so much as officially proposing, but I think more like “Yeah I definitely want to be your life partner forever, so let’s see where we go from here,” Which would probably be said by Murphy. Dannie would want to do it more traditionally, more officially.

How did your OC(s) find out they were in love? How did they react?: I think both of them realized they were each other’s comfort person and realized they wouldn’t ever want to be apart, and I think that was when they both knew.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?: Murphy.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?: Dannie, but probably because Murphy is so co-dependent that they know saying that would make her realize how serious whatever they’re arguing about is.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?: I think Murphy would leave, but not permanently. Only until she can calm down enough.

Who trashes the house?: Neither.

Do either of them get physical?: Never. They both know and behave better than that. They never let it escalate to that extreme.

How often do they argue/disagree?: If it’s over small pointless things like opinions on which _ is better then I’d say maybe once a week or less than that. If it’s a really big argument it’s not very common at least.

Who is the first to apologize?: Murphy.

Who stresses the most?: Dannie.

Who is the little spoon?: Murphy, which is funny considering how much taller she is.

Who likes to cuddle?: Dannie.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?: A while but Murphy probably gets uncomfortable first.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?: Hmm… probably Dannie?

Who gives the most kisses?: Murphy.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity?: Cuddling, watching TV together, Dannie reading to Murphy, getting coffee together.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle?: Bedroom.

How often do they get time to themselves?: Pretty often. They have a lot of free time.

Who snores?: Neither.

Who talks in their sleep?: Murphy.

What do they wear to bed?: Dannie wears baggy t-shirts and fleece pants, and Murphy wears a tank top and pajama pants (if she remembers to change out of her regular clothes)

Are either of them insomniacs?: I think Murphy probably is.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: They lay side by side, at least at first.

Who wakes up with bed hair?: Murphy. Dannie wears things to protect their hair while they’re sleeping, like a bonnet.

Who wakes up first?: Dannie.

Who hogs the sheets?: Murphy.

Can a television be found in their room?: No.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Murphy.

Who makes the bed?: Dannie.

What time is bedtime?: Any time from 11:30 to 2 am.

Who is the grumpiest when they wake up?: Murphy.

Do they own their home or do they rent?: They rent.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?: Yeah? I’d say so for the most part.

What’s their song?: I’m still working on the playlist, but one of them is The Beach by The Neighbourhood.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?: Murphy.

Any mental issues?: They’re both neurodivergent coded. Because I’m ND.

Do they have any fears for their future?- Some minor ones.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Dannie.

Who wanders around in their underwear?: Murphy.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Dannie.

What do they tease each other about?: I’m not exactly sure but nothing too harsh. Mostly banter.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?: Dannie.

Do they have mutual friends?: Yes, Jess and Felix.

Who crushed first?: Dannie.

Who does the cooking?: Mostly Dannie.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Murphy /j

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Murphy.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Well, Murphy can’t drive so Dannie.

Who answers the telephone?: Murphy prefers it when Dannie answers the phone.

Who takes the longest to shower?: Murphy.

What small physical details does each character love the most about the other?: Dannie loves Murphy’s green eyes, her nose and her hair. Murphy loves Dannie’s voice, how soft their skin is, and the shape of their lips.

What is one moment when each character was vulnerable with the other? How did the other character handle the vulnerability?: When Dannie came out to Murphy as ace. Murphy was supportive and then they discussed what it meant for their relationship, how much it would affect their current relationship, etc.

Do they have any inside jokes?: Oh for sure.

Who is more willing to compromise?: Dannie.

Do they have any habits that anger the other?: Dannie hates how self-destructive Murphy can be. Murphy hates how persistent Dannie is when trying to get Murphy to talk about her feelings.

How would each character most want to better themselves for the other?: I think Murphy would want to try to be better for Dannie, be healthier physically and mentally, and get better coping mechanisms. As for Dannie… I think they’d want to be more open for Murphy.

How open are they with their feelings?: At first, not that open but with time it gets easier for them. Murphy is definitely more closed off than Dannie.

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Worth It

~Notes: Oof, I know I have so many prompts in my inbox and I appreciate them so much! But I wanted to write something after dinner in dedication and a gift to the lovely Remus-John-Lupin!!!!!!!<3<3<3 I love you RJ and I appreciate you and your friendship so fucking much, so this is just a strange little gift from me to you in thanks for how kind you’ve always been to me since I joined this crazy fandom, ILY and you’re my favorite slag!!!!

Sirius silently reminds himself that he in fact likes Lily, he thinks she’s a total knock out and is happy that his brother is finally getting to date the girl of his dreams. He likes her damn it,! And one does not commit battery to folks that they like.

Assured that his pure irritation won’t bleed through his words, Sirius tries again in his most charming of inflections. “All I want is his number.”

“No,” she repeats, casually steadfast while poking at her salad— Not even bothering to flick her gaze up at an increasingly irate Sirius.

“Why are you being so fucking difficult!”

“Why are you still bitching about this,” she counters, finally giving him her undivided attention, even if it’s her glaring at him like she’d like to skewer Sirius on a stick.

“Hey guys, let’s chill.” James tries to mediate, laughing awkwardly between the pair of them, hand raised in concession and glasses going a bit skewed.

They promptly ignore him.

“I like him. What is so difficult to understand Evans? Aren’t you like supposed to be some brainiac or some shit?”

“It’s been like two months Black,” she says pointedly, grip on her fork tightening while her mouth curls unpleasantly. “That’s way past your ordinary infatuations, so why the hell do you still even care.”

Sirius bares his teeth, pinning her with a glower that once made an old school yard bully of Regulus’s actually piss his pants. So of course Lily doesn’t even flinch. “He’s cute.”

“You’re a dog.”

“You’re being a total ass.”

“And you’re a bastard.”

“But you love me though.”

“Just barely.”

“So you’ll give me Remus’s number?”

“Dream on.” she says with a lofty sniff and haughty flip of the hair, discarding her barely eaten lunch before swaggering over to where a group of her friends from the STEM club are sat, including Alice Flores and Dorcas Meadowes.

“Guess you’re back to square one Pads.” James says, unhelpful as fuck, so Sirius only flips him off before snatching back his calculus homework from a pitiful looking Peter.

“Fuck this.”

Sirius thinks of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.

He isn’t one for holding grudges or obsessing over perceived slights. He’s brilliant whether he’s playing linebacker on the field or taking a exam in class.

For fuck’s sake, Sirius can be plumped down in any and all social situations without warning, and can have the room eating out the palm of his hand within the first five minutes.

In layman’s terms, he’s decent and driven and downright charismatic. Mix this all together, and well Sirius thinks he’s a pretty fantastic fucking package— if he does say so himself. He can have his pick of the lot, truly. Especially when walking down the halls flocked by his best friend turned second brother on one end and little Petey, who’s a great hype man, on the other. So its only poetic justice that the one person who’s been able to swallow up all his attention is the one person who doesn’t even give him a second glance most days.

And that’s fucking ridiculous.

This is ridiculous! He is fucking ridiculous! No, record scratch. Remus fucking Lupin is the most ridiculous part of this all!

Remus lupin with his delightfully disheveled hair the color of gold and his crooked grin that’s everything darling in the world, and his big doe eyes that sometimes flare with green specs when he’s especially passionate in class or when he’s chatting with Lily in the halls. Remus lupin who’s only just moved here to Murray Hill from a small town in southern Illinois and who toppled Sirius’s world upside-down while he was at it.

The first time they met was completely on accident.

It was the week before classes began, and Sirius had only just come back from his family trip to their villa in Rome, and he was only meant to meet James at the coffee shop that Lily was working at now. They were suppose to head to the city and go out drinking to celebrate the start of their senior year. Sirius was suppose to find a nice, college aged girl to fuck because he’s given up on the boring lot that infests Hogwarts these days. It was suppose to be easy and fun and he was suppose to stay stringless and unattached as ever.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, Sirius walked into the Howling Moon and was met by the sight of the most lovely, most gorgeous boy he’s ever met. Hand to God, it felt like one of those slow motion moments in a Romantic Comedy when the disgruntled, wayward lead first sets their eyes on that love interest— the one to out shine all others, the one who turns everything inside out and makes it all glitter gold.

“Hey there,” Remus had grinned like the fucking sun, slipping the pen from his ear and hand poised over the cups lining the counter. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, erm— Yeah. Just a caramel macchiato, iced.”Sirius’s ordinarily smooth baritone almost fucking cracked while ordering, and Remus’s beautiful eyes had glittered.

“Would’ve taken you for a dark roast sort of guy.” He said, and Sirius swears that it was playful and flirtatious and a little mischievous too.

Sirius was in love.

“I’ve been known to partake in sweets, you know, if they catch my eye,” he replied, eyes lingering meaningfully up and down Remus’s slighter frame.

“What a come on,” Remus had laughed, head thrown back to show off his long neck and Sirius was so fucking gobsmacked at how it quite literally sounded like all the most splendid instruments woven together.

He had ducked his head, so unordinary bashful but so beyond pleased. “What can I say beautiful, you bring it out of me.”

“”Cute.” Remus had chuckled, cheeks going a fetching red and scribbling down the order. “Definitely one of the more interesting one liners I’ve gotten today.”

Sirius ignored the flare of jealousy over that, considering that he hasn’t gotten to even kiss him yet, and he should probably take this slow if he doesn’t want to screw it up. “Has anyone of those bastards mentioned how your eyes put the brownies on sale to shame?”

“No one as hot as you if I’m being honest,” Remus retorted, ringing him up and sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip. And fuck, Sirius knew he was in trouble from then on.

They had talked for over half an hour about nothing at all in that tiny bistro while Remus was busy exchanging the coffee pots for a fresh batch and rearranging the baked goods, and it was amazing.

Sirius has always been someone who couldn’t sit still, who had to be fluttering all over the place to feel like he was actually headed somewhere, like he was getting something finished. But for the first time in too long, just sitting there, still and silent and besotted while Remus chatted about his hometown and moving half way across the country and his eccentric mother— Well Sirius felt completely balanced, completely calm. He felt like just as long as Remus was their chatting with him and smiling in that beguiling way of his, that Sirius could actually breathe without pressure. Like he knew what it meant to have a center.

So of course, right when he decided that he was going to snatch him up— to ask him out on a date before anyone else from their shitty class filled with degenerates and dick heads could— Lily of all people had swaggered in, and gave him a caustic sort of glower that plainly said, keep the fuck away.

Ordinarily Sirius would’ve completely ignored her warning, would’ve unashamedly and excitedly chased after the cutest fucking boy he’s ever laid his eyes on with an absurd sort of zeal. But he under estimated just how much sway Lily was able to cater with Remus in the few weeks they worked with one another before he had met him. So instead of starting off the year with a brand new, insanely pretty boyfriend wrapped around one arm, Sirius has just spent the past nine weeks pining like a fucking love sick loser. Like he was starring in some cheesy John Hughes movie from the damn 80s!

And this will not do, this is not all right, not okay at all.

Sirius needs to figure out a way to get close to Remus, and outside of Lily’s overbearing claws. Something that only Remus likes, that Sirius can partake in to prove himself worthy.

As he promenades down the hall towards his free period, Sirius creates a mental check list of the things he knows Remus enjoys.

Remus enjoys poetry, and Sirius knows that he’s part of the school’s award winning Forensics team. But they meet during the football practices so Sirius couldn’t even try to impress him in that arena until the spring. He also knows that Remus likes history, that he’s going to end up majoring in classics in University, but Sirius really doubts his ability to memorize the Iliad in the matter of a few hours— He’s good, but not that good.

“Jesus fuck is this hard,” he mutters nastily to himself, tugging at the ends of his dark hair before ramming straight into a display outside the southern wing of their preparatory school’s building.

He winces, not so much for the throbbing in his toes, but because of Marlene’s snappish attitude when he makes it so that the table shakes.

“Keep your head out your ass Black,” she scolds before going back to filing her nails. And Sirius is about to snipe right back at her— That is until he catches on the bright poster adorned with small rainbows and the words, GSA FOOD DRIVE spelt out in large lettering.

And oh!

“Eureka!”

“Pardon?” Marlene asks, nose wrinkled indelicately as she eyes him like he’s about to puke on her brand new Doc Martens again like last weekend. Holy shit, she should really get over it by now.

But Sirius is smart enough and tactful enough not to mention his thoughts on the matter, only smiles down at her with pure elation. “Marls, what if I said I had a brilliant idea to help our lovely GSA.”

“I’d accuse you to only doing it to try and get in Lupin’s pants since he’s our new VP.”

Sirius grapples for his chest, feigning indignant. “You pain me my old friend.”

Marlene snorts. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“That’s neither here nor there.”

“So are your chances with Lupin.”

“You’re a sick fuck McKinnon.”

“What do you want from me you gnat.”

“Let me help with the fundraiser.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll tell Lily to get Meadowes to notice you?”

Marlene glares at him now. “We’ve been fucking for like a month you prick.”

“Oh— Erm, then for some of that good old Bi unity?”

Marlene suddenly looks so very shrewd and Sirius hates how every fucking woman in his life could eat him whole for breakfast. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine, what the fuck do you want.”

“You cover Fabian’s costs for the goods when we go to that rave for 2KBABY in January.”

“Eh, didn’t you guys use to fuck?”

“Yes. But I don’t see the connection?”

“He won’t even give you a discount on the good shit?”

“Oh he does,” she leers, blue eyes glinting wickedly in the hallway light. “But I’d rather see you pay full price for’m.”

Sirius glares down at her, and repeats himself. “You. Are. A. Sick. Fuck.”

Marlene just lies back in her seat and returns to manicuring her nails. “Well if cheekbones isn’t worth the bother?”

“Fine,” Sirius all but growls out. “But we do this my way.”

“Scout’s honor handsome,” she absolutely beams, and Sirius reminds himself that this is all for Remus and that’s worth it at the end of the day.

It’s a week later, right before Thanksgiving break hits, and Sirius is sat in front of the cafeteria, smirking at the line of mostly pink faced girls and a few others amongst their midst, who have all queued up in front of him. A dollar in each of their hands, though he does see that a few have fives and even tens or more, and he doesn’t know how to subtly tell them that all he’s promising is a quick peck of his lips, and absolutely no other groping— including of his legendary ass or admittedly perfect abs.

“You’re just really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” James hisses besides him after the latest girl— a blonde sophomore who’s decked out in Lulu Lemon for their only non uniform day of the week— scurries off. “Just a ego trip.”

“Jealous Jamie darling?” Sirius boasts, tipping back on his chair while Marlene collects the cash from the next five in line so that they can clammer closer towards him.

“I can’t believe all of them want to kiss you,” Peter marvels, round eyes completely in aw.

“I can’t believe you think this is how to get Remus’s attention,” Lily interjects huffily, lips set in a moody pout while perched on James’s lap to Sirius’s left.

“I bet you would’ve been in line if you weren’t dating Jamie here.” Sirius counters, smug as all get out, and laughing when all Lily deigns as a adequate response is her middle finger.

Sirius is on cloud nine. He can’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner! Remus loves all this shit, from the club to the charity. This is perfect! This basically guarantees that he’ll finally get a good smooch on him. And once their lips finally touch, Remus will surely feel the swarm of butterflies in his gut just like in those Harleyquin romance novels his cousin Narcissa would always read with a dreamy look on her face during their various Family vacations.

“You’re not gonna get him this way.”

“He’s not gonna know what hit’m Evans,” Sirius retorts, completely self assured.

One should never bet against Lily Marie Evans.

Sirius knows this now. But he still hates it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

By the end of the lunch hour, Sirius’s earned over sixty bucks to the GSA’s fundraiser fund, and absolutely zero potential boyfriends who look like golden angels and make Sirius’s knees weak.

“I told you,” Lily says in that sing-song sort of voice that is so not appreciated right now. “Remus is not the type to kiss you in front of a huge crowd and after like a bunch of others. That’s not his style.”

Sirius is moody as all get out, and he’s irritated that he’s just wasted five dozen perfectly fine kisses on folks who aren’t Remus, so he doesn’t bother to hide his irritation when he gripes back at her, “Then tell me what the fuck is his style.”

Miraculously, that actually proved enough to get Lily to slow down her stroll, and cock her head curiously at him. “You actually care.”

“What the fuck have I been trying to tell you Evans!” He nearly shouts.

“I just thought— You know. That it was a game.”

Sirius’s face goes stoney, and he juts his chin away from her. “It’s not always a fucking game, all right. It’s not a game with him— I like him. I like Remus.”

“Oh,” Lily says very quietly, her face pulled in a thousand different directions before settling on something akin to solemn. “You should go to the music room for your free period today.”

Sirius quirks a brow at her, frowning while he asks, “Why?”

“Just trust me S,” she says, reaching over her hand to squeeze his forearm.

Sirius watches her walk off, hand in hand with James, and he feels a strange twisting to his heart when he imagines a very similar image— only with him and Remus and punctuated by plenty of kisses to the cheek, and jawline and lips too.

The music room is towards the back of the school, in a separate building along with the theatre and main auditorium.

The early autumnal chill lashes against Sirius’s face while he makes the track to the room, continuously chanting to himself that he actually trusts Lily and this is gonna be worth it if there’s a merciful God up there.

Once Sirius clammers in doors, he rubs his cold hands together, and shakes out his hair.

The first thing he hears is the soft strumming of a guitar, and finds himself in front of the music room after following its melodic toon.

Through the window he can spot the form of Remus bent over the instrument, his thick curls getting in his eyes and his steady hands plucking a few chords as he sits cross legged atop the piano.

Sirius feels his heart lodging in his throat at the sight of him, so beautiful and perfect and warm looking in that scarlet sweater. And he knows in his bones that this is some sort of unspoken blessing that Lily’s given him, so with a deep breath, Sirius opens the door and strolls in.

Remus starts slightly, going flushed once his eyes catch on Sirius’s own.

“Oh Sirius,” he greets, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smile that doesn’t ring true. “You pulled away from the haram?”

“That’s a bit much? Calling them a haram,” Sirius says cooly, hitching up besides him and swinging his long legs. “I just did it to help you.”

“Oh— Yeah,” Remus nods. “The GSA appreciates all the help we can get.” His words are quiet, and he’s rinsing a hand through his curls, so Sirius can tell that he’s a bit nervous. And it’s impossibly cute, but also not on. He doubts that he’ll ever get his kiss if Remus won’t even look at him in the eyes.

Gingerly, Sirius sets the pad of his pointer finger beneath Remus’s chin, lifting his gaze upwards. “Not the GSA— Though I appreciate the club’s work and your part in that.”

“Oh,” Remus says again, lips pursed and his throat pulsing when he swallows down. “Then—“

“I did it for you Remus,” Sirius repeats heatedly. “I did it because I’ve been mad for you since ever meeting you in August, and I can’t get your fucking face or name or lips or ass out of my head. And I thought that if maybe I pulled a dumb stunt like that, you would actually kiss me along with the lot of those idiots who can’t even hold a candle to you.”

“M—My ass?” Remus questions, voice going pitchy and face bright with emotion.

Sirius laughs, booming and bombastic. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen Remus Lupin and it’s really obscene.”

Remus shoulder checks him, looking down and then back up through his lashes at Sirius and it’s a sight Sirius wish he can keep with him for the rest of his days.

“So you thought I’d want our first kiss to happen after you’ve just made out with half the school?”

Sirius grimaces, bending down so that their lips are only inches apart. “Listen, I can be a complete dumb ass on occasion.”

“Don’t forget arrogant.”

“Okay, fair.”

“And brash too.”

“Right.”

“Also you tend—“

Sirius places a soft hand over Remus’s supple lips, glaring teasingly at the other boy, who’s grinning like the cat who’s caught the canary, his eyes teeming with laughter.

Remus Lupin is going to be the death of him, Sirius knows it.

“Listen Lupin, I’d like a shred of self respect here, so I can actually muster up the courage to ask you out on a proper date already.”

Remus perks at that, so Sirius moves his grasp.

“You wanna ask me out?”

“Depends…. You wanna continue that little rant until I’m blue balled and gutless.”

“Hmm,” Remus inches closer, setting his hand over Sirius’s on the piano. “Nah, I think I’d rather do this.”

He leans forwards and Sirius barely has enough time to gather his bearings when he feels Remus’s mouth over his own and it’s literally every starlit promise and sugar burnt secret and sunlit afternoon all rolled into one. And Sirius feels his heart thud an uneven staccato when he grabs for either end of Remus’s waistline and plunges his tongue into his own and he lets himself get lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #💜rj💜#SPILT INK

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somethinginthewayiam · 4 years ago

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Nightcap

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC

Warnings: smut, alcohol, oral (female + male receiving)

Words: 6497

Summary: When Anna was on her way to Philadelphia for work, she met Sebastian on the plane. As her plane had to make an unplanned landing half way across the country, she found out that Sebastian and her would stay at the same hotel for the night. She couldn't even imagine what a night was ahead of her...

a/n: I wrote this story way back in 2016 for the release of Civil War and I thought since Falcon and the Winter Soldier will come out next week, I’ll bring it back for some Sebastian-related fun. Hope you like it!

Anna kept looking between the two toilets in the airplane she was on. One in the back and one right before the curtain to the business class. About five people each were waiting. She held it back for a while now and she was starting to reach her limit. So she just got up, walked towards the curtain and slipped through it to find the blonde stewardess that brought her the drinks that put her in this position.

“Excuse me, hi. I’m terribly sorry to ask you this and I know, normally we from coach are not allowed up there, but I REALLY need to go to the toilet for a while now and it seems there is not much progress at any of the ones back there”, she spoke quickly to underline the urgency of her request. “You’re right, you’re not allowed to go through that curtain there”, the stewardess spoke with a thick southern accent, pointing to the blue velvet separating coach from business class.

Anna was ready to whine and beg and give a heartwarming speech on why she really needed to go through that curtain or else she would just go here. “But I know what female distress looks like and we ladies gotta stick together, huh?”, she whispered with a wink and for a second Anna didn’t know what she was talking about. “I have mine right now too”, she winked again and patted her lower belly. “Oh, yeah, so tough”, Anna mirrored the patting of her lower belly and nodded in conclusion. “Just go”, the stewardess nodded towards the curtain with a smile, then turned around to the wall with the many compartments to continue her work.

Anna shook her head smiling and slipped through the curtain. She was relived as she saw that no one was waiting in front of this toilet and walked up to it as quickly as it was possible in her situation. When she was about half way there, the door of the toilet opened and a man walked out. He walked straight towards her. The closer he came the taller he got and his slightly longer hair fell a bit to the side which gave him a sexy destroyed look. But Anna had other things to concentrate on right now, like not to pee until she was in the toilet cabin.

When they both came to pass each other, Anna had to move sideways just like him to be able to squeeze herself past him. “Excuse me, sorry”, she said, looking at her feet to not step on his toes. “No problem”, he said in a sort of seductive voice which made Anna look up to meet his smile and bright blue eyes with a dull stare on her face. With a shy smile she kept on walking towards the toilet. “Anytime”, she heard behind her and shook her head with a smile.

After a very satisfying visit to the toilet, Anna started her journey back to her seat and couldn’t help but to look for that guy from before. He was kind of cute and definitely handsome and she wanted to have a second look at him because now she wasn’t distracted by her bladder.

Her view wandered over the left side of the plane while she was walking towards the curtain. Just as she was about to give up, she looked in front of her and almost ran into someone. “Oh, hey, we meet again”, he smiled down to her. Seeing him up close again, she realized how tall he was and his smile was catchy. “Oh hi, yes, sorry, I almost ran into you”, she apologized. He closed the compartment box above their heads and leaned onto his seat, blocking the way for her to leave. Not that she intended to.

“So, are you going to Philadelphia too?”, he asked and held the eye contact very intensively which made her a bit uncomfortable, but in a good way. “No, I thought I’d jump off over Ohio”, Anna shrugged her shoulders, which made him laugh. “You’re funny”, he said and smiled at her which made her smile as well. “Well, I try”, she said and blushed a bit. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t asked for your name yet”, the guy said and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m Anna”, she replied. “Sebastian”, he said, shook her hand and held it for a bit longer than necessary. And again held the eye contact very intensively.

A second later a hefty hitch seized the plane and everybody, no matter if they were reading a newspaper or sleeping, looked up and looked a bit irritated. The next moment the seatbelt-sign turned on and an announcement told us to return to our seats and fasten our seatbelts. “I guess, I should return to my seat now. It was nice to meet you Sebastian”, Anna said, smiled at him and squeezed herself past his body again since he barely moved. With a quick look over her shoulder before she walked through the velvet curtain, she saw that he still looked at her with a cheeky smile and winked when he caught her look.

Anna returned to her seat and after a few moments she realized she was still smiling. That Sebastian seemed to have made quite an impression on her. She got ripped out of her daydreaming when the plane shook again. Another announcement of the pilot told her and the other passengers that this plane had some malfunctions and for safety reasons they had to make an unsuspected emergency landing in Illinois. A collective murmur occurred in the whole cabin. After a quick look at her phone, Anna saw that it was already well past 9 pm. She hoped that the airport was already preparing another plane to continue her travels to Philadelphia.

Of course there was no new plane. They had to wait until tomorrow to continue their travels to Philadelphia, but as an apology the airline offered hotel rooms to passengers for the night. While she was waiting in line at the information desk, she saw Sebastian walking towards the exit, accompanied by an airport employee. It looked like he had his arrangements settled already. A typical business class privilege.

It took Anna forever to get to the front of the line and a voucher to the hotel she would stay at and to top it off, a vacant cab to bring her to that hotel. At least the check in at the hotel went smoothly and she asked for a wake-up call for 6 am just in case to not miss her flight. A few minutes later she waited in front of the elevators to go up to the 5th floor where her room for the night would be.

When the elevator arrived, she stepped in and pushed the button. Just before the doors could close, she heard someone shouting, “Hold the doors”. She quickly pushed the button for the doors to open again just at the moment someone put his hand in-between the doors.

The next second the doors slid open and Anna looked at the guy from the plane. “Sebastian?”, she asked in disbelief. “Anna”, he seemed happy to see her. “What a coincidence”, Anna smiled and stepped aside as Sebastian entered the elevator. “What floor?”, she asked and her fingers hovered over the buttons. “5th”, Sebastian said and smiled when he saw that this certain button was already lit up. “What are the odds?”, he asked with a devilish grin and Anna felt the need to look down at her feet because she couldn’t handle his eyes on her.

They silently stood next to each other while the elevator moved upwards. Anna felt Sebastian’s stare on her, scanning her body up and down while she pretended to read the information from the hotel that was hung up on the elevator wall.

When the doors opened with a DING, Anna grabbed the handle of her suitcase and walked out. After a quick look at the sign, she knew her room was to the right. With a look over her shoulder she saw that Sebastian was walking a few steps behind her. 504, 505 and…506, there was her room. She put the keycard into the slot and listened for the click that told her that her door was open. “506, good to know”, Sebastian said as he slowly strolled past her. “510”, he said while holding up his keycard and nodded down the corridor. “Just so you know”, he said and slightly bit down on his lip. Anna intuitively licked her lips. “I’m good, thanks”, she shook her head laughing and walked in. Just before she closed the door, she stuck her head out and said, “Goodnight, Sebastian”.

Sebastian, who was walking towards his room, turned around again and smiled. “Goodnight, Anna”, he said with a wink.

When Anna was finished with brushing her teeth, she put her long brown hair up in a messy bun, turned off the light and went to the bed. The only light came from the bedside lamp and the screen of her laptop. She wanted to quickly check her e-mails and maybe watch a few youtube videos before going to sleep since it was already somewhere around midnight and the replaced plane would take off at 8 am tomorrow.

As she scrolled through her mails, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Anna furrowed her brows at who this could be at this hour. She closed her laptop and got up, walked up to the door and opened it just a little bit to see since she was practically half naked. “Oh, hi Sebastian”, she said surprised and opened the door a bit more. She watched his eyes immediately drop to her low neckline. If he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her shirt?

“I wanted to ask you if you want to go down to the bar for a little nightcap”, he said and scanned her from top to bottom, taking his time at the chest region, “but you seem to be a little ahead of me”, he continued and chuckled lightly while biting down on his lower lip. Anna looked down at her body and blushed. “What? No, I wasn’t…I mean…”, she stuttered and blushed. He laughed even more when he saw how rattled she looked.

“I was about to go to bed and…”, she tried to explain her outfit but got interrupted by him. “Whoa, slow down. Talking about going to bed, you’re really wasting no time. I at least wanted to buy you a drink first, but alright…”, he acted shocked with his hand held out in front of his body, palms out, shrugged his shoulders and jokingly attempted to go into her room. Anna was so surprised and shocked by his allegations that she would have let him pass but he stopped on his own.

“Wow, you’re really cocky”, Anna chuckled, trying to overplay her bafflement. “You kinda earned yourself a drink but I’m not dressed for the bar downstairs”, she said and pointed at her outfit. “I heard the mini-bars are stacked well in this place”, he said and leaned against the doorframe, now very close to Anna. She swallowed hard and looked up into his ocean-blue eyes.

“I don’t think the airline will pay for my mini-bar bill”, she said and her mouth was dry. She could actually use a drink right now. “They should after what they’ve put us through today but don’t worry, it’s my treat”, he offered with a smug smile on his face. Well, there wasn’t much left to do for Anna than to step aside and open the door completely for Sebastian. He walked in and she closed the door behind him.

Anna thought about putting on some pants but it was so hot. And also she liked the idea of sitting in front of him in just her underwear and a shirt to tease him a bit. Normally she would never let a stranger come into her room late at night but there was something about Sebastian that made her shiver in excitement when he looked at her.

“Have a seat”, she said as she walked past him and pointed towards the bed since it was the only surface to sit on besides the table in the corner. The airline didn’t go out of line to get her a big room. He had a devilish grin on his face when he sat down and watched Anna as she walked over to the cupboard beneath the TV where the mini-bar was placed. She bent down and looked at the drinks the little fridge offered her.

“Okay, what do you want? We have Jack Daniels, Corona, Captain Morgan, Vodka…”, she read the labels of the mini-bottles, but Sebastian was distracted by her ass sticking up in the air. “I’ll take the Daniels”, he said with a few seconds delay. She grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle and the Captain Morgan for herself and two glasses from the shelf next to the fridge. “I don’t have ice but it should be alright”, she said as she poured the liquids into the glasses.

“There you go”, she said and handed him his drink. They clinked glasses and then took a sip. Instead of taking a seat next to him, she walked over to the little table and leaned against the edge. She took a big sip of her drink and lightly coughed as it burned down her throat. Sebastian looked a bit confused but didn’t say anything. He felt how tensed up she was and wanted to give her some time.

Anna needed that little space between them to first of all drink up some courage, but second of all think this through. As much as he excited her, this situation was so far from everything she had ever done before. It scared her to be alone with him in her room, but also not. She knew what would happen and she really wanted it, but something held her back. Anna knew she was definitely overthinking this. Also she didn’t know what to do right now. Should she start a conversation? If so, about what? Or should she just jump him?

While all those thoughts ran through her head she gazed in abstraction, her drink in her hand hovering right before her mouth, ready to take another sip. She looked up as she heard the bed squeak and saw Sebastian coming towards her. He took a sip of his drink and slowly walked until he stood right in front and very close to her. Her eyes were fixed on his face, her lips dry. She intuitively licked them and Sebastian’s eyes dropped down to her lips for just a second. With a light smirk, almost not noticeable, he put down his drink first, then took Anna’s drink and placed it next to his on the table.

Anna’s heart raced and she feared that he could hear it. She watched him as his hands went up to her hair to open them up and remove the hair tie, causing her long hair to fall down onto her shoulders and on her back. His hand moved down from her hair over the sides of her face, his thumbs lightly caressing her cheeks down to her jaw line. Anna shivered and closed her eyes for a second to take in his touch. “So beautiful”, he mumbled and she watched his eyes wander over her face.

His hand moved further down over her arms to her hips where her shirt ended. Although she was still staring at his gorgeous face, she felt his hands grip the hem of her shirt and she swallowed hard. Sebastian started to pull up the shirt slowly and watched as more and more skin of her body was revealed. She instinctively put her hands up and he pulled it over her head, then dropping it on the floor. Strands of his hair had fallen to the side and gave him a sexy, dirty look.

Now she stood in front of him in just her panties, he was still completely dressed. His right hand tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear and then rested on her neck, his thumb softly caressing her cheek. She opened her mouth slightly in anticipation and Sebastian took it as an invite to pull her close to his face. Anna felt his breath on her skin, smelt his cologne and shivered in excitement. She closed her eyes and felt his lips softly brushing against hers. He tried to compose himself, but the taste of her lips made him want more. He intensified the kiss and with his hand on her neck pulled her even closer. She opened her mouth just enough so his tongue could slide in and make her moan into his mouth. Anna entangled her fingers into his hair that she wanted to touch and pull since she first saw it.

Sebastian sucked in her lower lip and lightly bit it which made her pull on his hair a bit stronger. He sure seemed to like this little taste of pain as he pressed her against the edge of the table with his pelvis and Anna held onto him with her other hand around his neck. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her up on the table, but gave them a good squeeze before putting her down. She immediately opened her legs and pulled him even closer. Anna let her tongue dance with his while moving her hands down to the hem of his shirt. She finally wanted to see what he looked like beneath his clothes since she was already showing everything. Judging from his strong and defined arms, she was in for a treat. She pulled his shirt up and he helped a bit at the end since he was way taller than her. And he did not disappoint.

Sebastian immediately closed the gap between them to kiss her again while her hands reached for the waistband of his jeans. He ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed a fistful when she had just snapped open the top-button to pull her head back so he had access to her neck. He kissed and licked a trail down to her collarbone. Anna wrapped her legs around his waist to stabilize her as she leaned back onto her arms to give him even more access. He leaned down to continue his journey down her body and cupped her big, soft breasts with his hands. Sebastian pinched her nipples with his fingers then sucked on them. “Oh god, Sebastian!”, Anna burst out and gripped the edge of the table. Sebastian stood up straight again to pull down his pants together with his underwear and stepped out of his shoes when he put his clothes off completely. Anna heard the package of a condom rip and her head shot up.

“You came prepared?”, she asked with a raised eyebrow. “I came hopeful”, he countered with a smirk as he put it on. She knew that it was about to happen and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. He bent down and licked the skin of her neck up to her ear. “And in a few minutes, you will come…begging”, he whispered into her ear and with those words he pulled her drenched panties to the side and slowly thrusted into her. Anna gasped and dropped her head back as he completely filled her out. He gave her a second to adjust before he almost completely pulled back out again. Before Anna could grunt in frustration, he pushed back in, a bit harder and faster this time and held her by her hips as he continued to thrust in and out.

Anna lay back down onto the table and gripped the edge of the table to hold on as he moved even faster, pushing deep down into her throbbing pussy. “Oh my god!”, she gasped out. One of his hands moved up to her breast and squeezed it with a tight grip. She felt the warm, familiar feeling in her stomach building up very quickly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist again and with her heels she pressed onto his butt and him even deeper inside her. With his next thrust, he made her walls clench around his hard, throbbing cock and her back arched up as her toes curled. Her orgasm washed over her and her eyes rolled back into her head. Anna didn’t even notice how his movements changed to erratic, uncontrolled thrusts and with a deep grunt and his fingernails ducked into the skin of her hips, he came as well.

Both of them were breathing heavily and it took Anna a few moments to being able to open her eyes. Sebastian’s upper body was bent forward and he supported himself on the table with his hands on either side of her naked, sweaty body.

“Sorry for that quick round. Normally I take my time with a beautiful woman like you, but you are too hot to contain myself”, he said, still out of breath and his face blushed. It was hard to see with the dimmed light from the bedside lamp but Anna felt the same. “No problem, I needed that too, thank you”, she said with a tired voice and lightly padded his arm next to her.

“Oh, we’re not done”, he said with a smirk and stood back up again. He took off the condom, tied it off and threw it in the trash can under the table. “We’re not?”, Anna asked surprised and lifted her head. He took a sip from his drink that was still on the table. Sebastian then slid his arms under her back and lifted her off the table. He carried her over to the bed and laid her right above the edge. He quickly grabbed her laptop and put it on the ground, then kneeled in front of her.

“This was just round one…to release some tension”, he said and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Round two is where the fun starts”, he said while slowly pulling down her panties over her legs and threw it somewhere next to her shirt. “And how many rounds are there?”, she asked breathlessly with a shaky voice because she was still coming down from her orgasm and his words aroused her again.

He kissed his way from her stomach up over her breast to her neck and over her chin to her soft pink lips. “Until you beg me to stop”, he mumbled at her lips and slid his tongue across them before he pressed his lips onto hers. Startled by his words, it took her a second to respond to his kiss. She bit his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth which made him moan. Anna realized how much she liked it to hear him moan because of her. And how much she liked the way his hair felt between her fingers as she ran them through to keep him close to her.

Sebastian removed Anna’s hand from his hair and kissed, licked and bit his way down to her thighs. His 3-day-scruff scratched the soft skin of her inner thighs and made her tremble. He moved in big circles around her center. “Tell me what you want me to do”, he suddenly said and Anna swallowed hard to be able to speak. “I…I want you to…ahhh”, she got interrupted by Sebastian blowing on her pussy that was still so wet from her orgasm before. “Oh you fucker”, she mumbled and closed her eyes for a moment. She bucked her hips towards him, hoping he would get the hint. Instead he pressed her into the mattress with his strong hands on her hips. “You need to tell me”, his voice sounded like he was holding back a chuckle.

Anna sighed and licked her lips. “I want you to lick and fuck me with your tongue”, she finally said and not a second later she felt how Sebastian licked her lower lips from bottom to top, cleaning up her pussy from her juices. “Oh fucking god!”, she screamed out and arched her back. He let his tongue run between her folds and circled her clit. Anna got a good grip in the sheets and pulled herself a bit down towards Sebastian and his amazing mouth.

He pushed her legs further apart and opened her up even more. He started to suck on her clit which made her eyes roll back into her head and she bit down on her lower lip so hard, it actually hurt. Before she could even start to handle this situation, Sebastian added two fingers that started to move in and out of her soaking pussy, curled just the right way to hit her spot so hard that the warm feeling didn’t even have time to build up. Her orgasm just rushed over her so fast and hard that her scream got stuck in her throat and all she could get out was like a compressed, guttural sound from deep down her throat. Her legs were shaking so hard that Sebastian had to keep them from slipping over the edge of the bed.

Anna breathed so hard that she thought she would hyperventilate. Her vision was blurry and she almost didn’t see Sebastian as he crawled up on the bed to her face to place little kisses all over it, his lips still wet from her orgasm. “That was…”, she breathed out, but wasn’t able to speak. “I know”, he just said between his kisses. “It really was…”, she tried again. “I know”, he said again, very confident about his skills. And he had every right to.

“I never came this hard two times in a row”, she finally got out and put a hand on her stomach to control her breathing. “Well, that’s how I work”, he smirked before giving her a passionate kiss and she could taste herself on his tongue.

“Okay, but now it’s my turn to show you how I work”, she said and moved surprisingly fast as she spun around pinning Sebastian down to the mattress. He looked a bit surprised at how quickly she moved after how she was weeping just a moment before. But that surprised smile quickly turned into faster breathing as she made her way down to his semi hard cock, just waiting for her to take good care of it.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and licked him from base to top, running little circles at his tip with her tongue. Sebastian let his head drop back and closed his eyes to intensify the feeling of her wet, hot tongue working up and down his cock. It didn’t take him long to become fully hard and grow bigger in her hands.

Anna licked her lips and slowly lowered her head, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Sebastian couldn’t help but watch how inch after inch disappeared in her hot, slick mouth, taking almost all of his cock inside her before she gagged on it. She pulled him back out and moved her hand up and down, using her spit and spreading it all across. With her other hand she started working his balls, making him moan and tense up his abs as he bucked up. Anna licked her lips again at the sight of his rock hard, throbbing cock in her hand.

She took him in her mouth again while she still jerked him off with her hand and started to move her head up and down. Just as she wanted to come back up again, she felt his hands in her hair, pushing her down on his cock. As a favor for making her come so hard before, she relaxed her jaw even more and let him slide deeper inside her mouth down her throat. She concentrated so hard on not gagging on him again that she started humming instinctively which made him moan loudly and grunt at the same time as he shot his hot cum down her throat, leaving her no choice but to swallow.

Anna moved her head back up and had to cough because of the hot liquid going down her throat. “Oh my fucking god”, he said with big eyes and breathed heavily, his muscular chest heaving fast. Anna wasn’t able to talk yet. “Sorry about that, I couldn’t handle myself right there”, he apologized and sounded sincere. Anna waved it off. “Don’t worry, I’m good”, she said and cleared her throat. “You’re more than good”, he said and he pulled her up to him to kiss her. “Thank god, I feared I would be rusty. I haven’t done that in a while”, she said, honestly relieved. “Oh, you’re far from rusty”, he secured.

“You didn’t beg me to stop yet, so…”, he said after a few moments of silence where they just lay next to each other and tried to breath normally. “Are you serious?”, she asked a bit shocked. “Well, I promised you something and I’m known to keep my word”, he said and turned his head to face her.

While she still looked at him in disbelief, he moved over and the next moment he was above her. He looked down on her beautiful flushed face, her lips red and swollen from all the kissing and biting. Her long brown hair were fanned out around her head. “So beautiful”, he whispered, almost more to himself. “You’re not too bad yourself”, she smiled and pushed aside strands of his hair from his sticky forehead.

Sebastian lowered his head and hovered with his mouth over hears for just a second before he softly pressed them on her lips. Slowly at first, he soon started to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue glide along her lower lip before he let it slide inside her mouth. Anna ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp which gave him goose-bumps all over his body. While he supported himself on his left arm next to her head, his right hand moved down to her breasts, kneading them with a tight grip. His lips soon followed his hand, licking and sucking her nipples. This tongue worked its way down over her stomach and when Anna thought he would lick her again, he got up from the bed. With an irritated expression on her face, she looked up to see where he was going.

Sebastian picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled out another condom from his pocket. “I’m not saying anything right now”, Anna said sarcastically. She got up and crawled to the edge of the bed where she waited for him on her knees. She reached out to take the condom out of his hands and rip the package open with her teeth. Sebastian watched her with a devilish smirk on his lips and stood in front of her, his pelvis slightly bend forward. Anna placed the condom on his tip and while she rolled it down, she maintained the eye contact with him. He licked his lips and she did as well.

When he wanted to crawl over her, pinning her down to the mattress, she pushed him to the side so he landed on his back. Anna straddled his waist and bent forward to kiss him, let her tongue play with his for just a moment. She then sat back up, reached behind her to grab his cock and hold it still while she slowly slid down on it. Anna watched Sebastian’s eyes grew a bit bigger and a held back moan escaped his mouth. For a second she closed her eyes to fully take in the feeling of him stretching her out. Then she slowly started to move her hips back and forth, up and down. She supported herself on his stomach and the feeling of his flexed abs beneath her fingers wildly turned her on. As Sebastian reached out to touch her breasts, she took his arms and pinned them above his head. She knew that he was way stronger than her and that his arms stayed where they are now was more his choice than hers.

Because of Anna being bent over that far, her breasts dangled right above Sebastian’s face and he took the opportunity to suck on her nipples again, which made her moan out loud. “Oh god…yes”, she hissed and sucked in her lower lip. He freed his hands and put them on her ass, spreading her open a bit wider so he could start pounding into her pussy. With her hands next to each side of his face, she stopped moving and let him thrust up, burying her face in the crook of his neck, deafening her loud moans.

Sebastian pounded hard and fast into her and slapped her ass. “Fuck!”, she called out and raised her head again. Actually she wanted to be the one in control, but he just took over. In an attempt to get it back, she pushed herself up on his chest and sat back up which caused him to stop moving and she immediately took over again. She moved her hips up and down on his big cock, grabbing his hands for support and leaned back a bit to pull herself back down onto his cock in a different angle.

She maybe wasn’t able to look at his face right now, but the grunts she heard from him sure seemed like he very much liked it. Anna got pulled back up and met with him in a sitting position. She immediately supported herself on his shoulders as she grinded her hips onto him in a fast motion. Sebastian buried his face between her breasts which made her smirk. She really liked it that he seemed to love her boobs that much.

Her smile got wiped away pretty quickly as he bit one of her nipples again. In return, she dug her fingernails into the skin of his shoulders which made him hiss at her skin. He pulled her head back at her hair and licked her neck. “Make me come, Sebastian. Make my legs shake like before”, she moaned and held on to his neck.

Instead of saying something, he flipped her over to her back without even pulling out or breaking the rhythm. Now it was his turn to pin her hands over her head and pull her right leg up on his shoulder. He pounded into her with fast and hard movements of his pelvis which forced her to close her eyes because she couldn’t take it. To say she had a warm feeling in her stomach would have been an understatement. It was a hot, burning desire to find release while having Sebastian between her thighs.

“Open your eyes, I want to watch you as you come”, he demanded and Anna actually had trouble to open them. She fixed her eyes on his and her hands tightly gripped the sheets. “Don’t you…dare…close them…again”, he grunted with every thrust of his hips and stared at her face. She felt his movements becoming uncontrolled and the idea of being able to watch him when he came in return was enough to push her over the edge. Her walls clenched around his cock and with a deep grunt he came as well, leaning his forehead on her shoulder. To not scream out loud, she bit down on his shoulder which caused him to inhale with a loud hissing noise.

He let go of her hands and she immediately wrapped them around him to hold him close to her while she rode out her orgasm with swaying hips and shaking legs. Sebastian rolled off her and both of them were laying next to each other, heavily breathing and not able to talk. He sat up a bit to take off the condom, binding it off and threw it in the direction of the trash can.

“That’s all the condoms I’ve got”, he said and let himself fall back on the mattress again. “I can’t believe…I’m actually saying it…but …thank god!”, Anna said, equally out of breath. She slightly moved her hips and already felt how sore she was. That would be a fun day at work tomorrow where she probably had to walk around the venue all day long. But right now, she just couldn’t get herself to care.

“So…”, she said after a while. “So…”, he also said, both of them still looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how this works, but…do you stay or…”, she slowly made her way into a conversation she didn’t know how to handle. “I would love to stay, believe me. But I need to catch some sleep before the flight tomorrow and I wouldn’t get much sleep with your naked self so close to me”, he said and kissed her. He then got up and walked over to his clothes.

She looked over to catch the time on the radio next to the bed to see it was a few minutes after 2 am. Wow! They’ve fucked for over two hours? How is that even possible? Anna kind of wanted him to stay but she needed sleep as well and the sight of Sebastian’s naked ass as he bent down to grab his jeans was enough proof that he was right. If he would stay here, they wouldn’t get much sleep. So she just watched him getting dressed and how he picked up the used condom from the floor he had thrown over there a few minutes before. “I knew you missed”, she said with a grin. He just looked at her with a dirty smile as he threw it away.

Sebastian grabbed the glass of Jack Daniels off the table and emptied it in one sip before putting it back down. “Thank you for a very lovely evening”, he said and walked over to the bed where Anna had pulled up the sheet to cover her naked self. “You sure made that layover more than worth it. Hopefully I see you at the airport tomorrow”, he said and bent down to kiss her. She tasted the Jack Daniels on his tongue. “Yes, I’ll be the woman who won’t be able to walk properly”, she said with a devilish grin. “Then I did my job right”, he replied with a wink and a dirty smirk, kissed her again and then walked out of her hotel room.

Anna reached over to the lamp to switch it off and then rolled over to the middle of the bed. Everything smelled like sex and Sebastian. With a smile on her face, she drifted off to her well needed sleep.

a/n: There is a continuation of this storyline called The universe can be a bitch, which is 2 parts. I will be posting them next week. If anyone would like to be tagged, just comment belowe, hit up my ask box or use my chat =)

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