#WOKE stole the queue

[md-confessions]

I had a nightmare where Episode 8 had a scene where V and Uzi were doing this meme pretty much

but it was "Relationship ended with Serial Designation N, now Serial Designation V is my girlfriend" instead, and the two started making out while N watched with that one spongebob face in the background

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[jaegerisim]

You Promised Me Heaven (and put me through hell)

DESCENDANTS AU Y'ALL YESS! Who cheered? (Absolutely nobody lmao). If y'all are wondering I wrote this while listening to the Descendants OST (particularly Rotten To The Core) like God intended. As always, name taken from "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi. If this is a bit all over the place, I'm sorry. It's 1 AM and my beta reader is me, myself and I (not even Grammarly, bro 😭😭😭😭) Anyways enjoy! 💕🌈

TW: implied alcohol and drug use (they're 16 m'kay?), the language is pretty strong (nothing too bad tho) and there are mentions go throwing up.

Will's day began shitty, like always. His head throbbed and, distantly, he could hear his father, Lonnie Byers, scream about whatever it was that had angered him today. Will groaned, another day in The Isle of the Lost aka where every villain and their children - the Villain Kids or VKs for short - lived. The Isle of the Lost was an island (if it could even be called such) in the middle of the fucking ocean with no WIFI, no electricity and no way out. It also had an extremely clear view of Auradon, the place where all the perfect little princes and princesses lived their happily ever after; while all the VKs where left to rot in the lame ass excuse of a home.

Will's head felt like it was about to explode, he definitely drank too much last night. He considered going back to sleep but he knew that if he woke up now, his father would most likely scream at Will to make himself useful but he also knew that if he didn't wake up the his father would scream at him for being a lazy ass. So if his father was good to scream at him regardless of what he did, he'd rather wake up now and annoy his friends sleeping next to him. He kicked the sleeping person next to him, his best friend Max Mayfield. She gasped and her eyes flew open. Will cackled maliciously and received a playful punch to the arm.

"You asshole!" she shrieked "Your feet are so fucking cold!"

The person next to Will stirred and cursed.

"Can both of you just shit the fuck up? Some of us are trying to sleep, right El?" the person, Lucas Sinclair, cursed.

"Yeah! Don't you think it's a bit early to be screaming?" El Hopper chided, rubbing her bleary eyes.

"Tell my Dad that. He was the one who woke me up." quipped Will.

As if on queue, Lonnie began to call their names with fury.

"What did we do now?" moaned El.

"Well, we stole Argyle's stash, we wrecked Robin's restaurant, we also stole a bunch of shit from a bunch of places, we also-" listed Lucas off with irony.

"Yeah, ok, fine, we get it Lucas. Thank you." snapped Max.

"Wow, someone is in a mood today." laughed El pressing a kiss to Max's cheek.

"Ugh, get off me." Max grumbled just for Lucas to grab her hand.

Will looked away, they were a group of 4 and 3 of them were dating each other. So Will, as the poor single schmuck that he was, was stuck having to bare their terribly sappy flirting. Deep down, he was happy for them but he'd rather kiss Ursula's tentacle than admit it. Will cleared his throat and signaled for them to follow him to the living room/kitchen/second bedroom/bathroom.

Lonnie was a thin man, with a stubble and salt-and-pepper hair. The man was grinning like a madman next to Jonathan, Will's older brother, who was shaking his head, amused.

"Hey, Dad." said Will, strutting through the long singular table occupying most of the space. His black boots breaking several stolen trinkets under his weight.

His dad didn't even bother to even wave at him. Will kept a neutral expression, but it stung a little, being ignored by even his own father. Weren't parents supposed to love their kids unconditionally? This rule, apparently did not apply to his father.

"Everyone, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Lonnie and everyone turned to look at him "I have news. As everyone already knows, the crown prince of Auradon Michael Wheeler will be crowned king in 1 month."

Will grit his teeth, he detested that prince. He had detested him ever since their first and only meeting.

It all began when a group of VKs tried to break the barrier surrounding the Isle, unsuccessfully. This event ended in thousands of innocent VKs and villains being slaughtered by King Theodore's knights. One of these villains had been Will's own mother.

"Oohhhh, how delightful, truly." Cooed Max with mockery. Lucas snorted and Will snickered. Why should they care? As if that affected them in anyway.

"And so, he has done his first proclamation: to allow 4 villain kids to go to Auradon. These 4 villain kids are the son of Charles Sinclair, the daughter of Susan Mayfield, the daughter of Captain Jim Hopper and finally, my youngest son."

The following silence was deafening. Nobody dared to say anything. Finally Will spoke up.

"They want us to go to Auradon?" he asked.

"Son, listen to me, this my- our chance to fight back against our oppressors and the people who killed your mother. You and Jonathan can have your revenge, and show the world you are your father's sons. All you guys need to do is steal Fairy Godmother's wand and with it, break the barrier." Lonnie told Will.

Max and El were having a silent conversation while Lucas was having his card reads by his younger sister, Erica.

"But Dad-" Will tried to say.

"No buts, William. Show me you truly deserve the title of being the son of the cruelest villain in the whole Isle."

Will sighed "Fine, we'll go. We'll do it. Whatever."

"When the fuck are we leaving, anyways?" scoffed Max.

"Maxine, language!" chided Susan, while doing her nails.

"Mom, I told you to call me Max!" Snapped her daughter

Lonnie ignored their bickering.

"Well, Maxine" - Max huffed, annoyed - "to answer your question, you are leaving today. Now, even." Stated Lonnie with a grin.

Everyone gaped at the man.

"Now, regarding your bags. I've already taken care of that and the limo is already waiting for you outside." Lonnie stayed as he ushered Max and Lucas outside

Will seemed to snap out of his daze.

Limo? Now? Did his dad really pack their bags? Why the fuck would the damn prince choose them?

Will vaguely registered El giving her dad a hug and following Max out of the door..

Lonnie grabbed him by his leather jacket.

"What are you waiting for, son?" demanded his father. "This is our chance, don't you see? We could have the world at our very feet. I'd you don't blow it, of course."

"I won't, I swear." Will reassured him.

His father grunted and shoved him out the door.

Will was faced with absolute chaos.

Jonathan was in a heated discussion with a smartly dressed man, who Will guessed was the driver.

"I don't care if your Dad is a fucking king! In the Isle you have no domains or right to tell me to fuck off! This is my damn home!" screamed Jonathan, jabbing a finger in the man's torso.

The man growled at Jonathan and huffed indignantly.

"Fucking villain kids." He scoffed.

Will entered the limousine where Max boasted of how he stole the driver's wallet.

"It's says here, that this is Prince Steve Harrington! Son of, ooooohhhh, the Beast!" Max quirked an eyebrow "That's why he is so hairy!"

"Punch him in the face! Come on, Jonathan, I'm rooting for you!'' yelled El

Apparently, Jonathan had gotten into a fist-fight with Steve.

Half an hour later, Steve entered the limo looking pissed.

"Give me that!" Harrington said as he snatched his wallet from Lucas' hand. Sadly, his money was long gone.

-----

The moment they stepped out of the limo, several things happened:

1. Max puked on the floor.

2. Will trying not to step on the vomit, tried to jump over the disgusting puddle but tripped over and fell on top of someone

3. That someone turned out to be the Michael Wheeler.

Will blushed, he literally had the man pinned on the ground. Now that Will had the chance to stare without being weird or creepy, he noticed the man's attractiveness. Michael had a splatter of freckles across the bridge of his strong nose and high cheeks. His face was framed by elegantly styled, black curls. Michael's face was surprisingly red, was his face always that red?

Will decided to get up and got to stand next to his friends. Max was already standing up looking defensive.

"Wow, your friend sure gets carsick easily, huh? I take it you don't ride car ride very often" chuckled Michael

Lucas snorted and El fell into a fit of laughter.

"You hear that Max? We mustn't rides cars that often?" laughed El, wiping the tears of her eyes.

Will couldn't tell if Michael was joking or not.

"What did I say?'' Mike asked to the guy next to him.

"I dunno." shrugged the other.

"Well, you said that we don't ride cars often. Of course we don't. In fact we've never done that, before. It's a small Isle, in which we don't even have electricity. You think we'd have cars?" sneered Will.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I-". Mike tried to apologize. Will felt that the man was genuinely sorry about that. But in the Isle, you don't trust anybody, even if at first glance they look harmless.

Will sighed, it was going to be a long month.

[chryzuree]

What's the preferred love languages of chryzure? What's some goofy stuff the two of them do together? My babysitter's a vampire au, does chrysi convince her vampire boyfriend to do dumb shit with his abilities?

chryzure love language is absolutely physical touch and quality time… also teasing each other endlessly and always helping their partner by committing to the bit…. azure’s serious expression always makes chrysi’s ridiculous jokes and lies seem more grounded than they truly are. and then reading their own separate books while cuddling is peaakkkk chryzure love language. maybe they’ll kiss a little bit! why not!!!

most of the goofy stuff consists of chrysi climbing up somewhere and then getting stuck and azure has to help her down…. catgirl gf real… i also rlly like thinking abt chrysi saying something completely wild and untrue and then it cute to azure nodding solemnly. she’s soooooo right to say that. who cares if it breaks the laws of nature??

whenever azure’s wine-drunk, he gets a little silly.. always flirting w chrysi by nipping at her ear or something like that. once he woke up to find that they’d put lipstick on in the evening & chrysi had kiss marks all over her face. she didn’t wash them off because she thought it was cute 🥰 and also azure looked vvvv pretty w lipstick on. you should wear it more often, bunny!!

OH, whenever chrysi’s taking a little catnap while listening to music, azure always opens up her phone and queues up axel f by crazy frog or temporary secretary by paul mccartney. then he sits and waits for her to bolt up wide awake like, “I TRUSTED YOU.” your mistake! azure is not to be trusted ever!!!! his sense of humor will sneak up on you..

he’s also dropped an ice cube down her shirt more than once. we all talk abt mischievous chrysi, but mischievous azure is literally RIGHT THERE. the WHOLE TIME.

YESSS, she made him test out many of those cursed mirror urban legends, since he doesn’t have a reflection & she’s curious abt the outcome. most of the time, nothing happens. except for, you know, the time he got dragged into the mirror dimension and the entity there stole his face and tried to escape by kissing chrysi with tongue. azure was having a very bad day.

mostly, chrysi jst uses azure as her little vampire guinea pig. she wants to see if he can get away w things, since he can’t show up on camera. answer: he can! unforeseen outcome: he still trips up alarms and now chrysi, azure, and jacks are running from the cops. again. azure spirits chrysi away w his vampire speed and they leave jacks behind to be caught by the cops AGAIN. he’s so mad abt this..

[useless-catalanfacts]

They had the food they stole from the rest of us. Some families say that because they were given everything. Let's compare two cases in my family.

When the fascists won the Civil War, a time of extreme poverty for most of the population started. Most people were starving, and only the fascist government and officials had control of the food. They used the food as a propaganda tool: they took it from the producers and "gave" in rationing. People would queue for long time to get their part of the rationing, which often wasn't enough. But remember that the fascist authorities were the ones who decided who got the food.

My grandfather was 7-years-old when the war ended. He is from a big town in Catalonia. The fascist authorities used to call all the children to go pick up the food for their families' rationing. Then, the officer would go kid by kid, either giving them food in front of everyone (if their family was deemed okay) or putting the food in front of them but then saying "not you, because your [insert relative] is a red". My grandfather would go every time to see if he could get anything, but every time they pointed at him in front of everyone and said "not you, because your father is a red". I don't think any of us can understand what that does to a starving child. Many days their family (him, his parents, and his brother) would not eat anything, because they didn't have anything. He knew that, if by the time he got home, the dish on the table was facing down, that meant that there was no need to ask, because there was no food that day. Other days they would have 1 orange to split: his father would get half because he had to go work physical labour all day, and the children split the other half. Since he was little, he had to steal from farms when he could, but he was malnourished and struggled, one time he even fell when he was trying to steal a chicken from a farm (the veta of his espardenya/peasant shoe got caught in the marge/dry stone wall) that he spent 2 weeks in a coma, and when he woke up he had partial amnesia. And in those circumstances, starved for so long, it's turn to go beg the fascist officials for food, only to have them wave it in front of you, see how they hand it to others, but say "not you".

Compare that to my other grandfather. He is from Southern Spain (Extremadura), and his family had been officials in the army for generations. When the war started, his father (my great-grandfather) stayed in the army on the side of the fascists (years later he would say that he did it without thinking, just because it was the easy thing to do, but I don't know to what point I believe it because even after Franco's death he always had Franco's portrait on a wall in his house). A few years after the war and into the dictatorship, he got stationed in Barcelona (Catalonia), so the whole family (him, his wife, and their children —my grandpa and his sister—) moved here. They were given a good house inside a big army headquarters, a good school for their children among other army children, and all the food they wanted without having to pay. My grandfather explained that when he was a kid his mother insisted to not go eat snacks out on the streets, he always assumed it was a matter of decorum or etiquette to eat inside one's house, but it took years for him to understand that it was because none of the other kids had food, let alone snacks. My Spanish grandfather could go to any shop in the neighborhood and get whatever he wanted without having to pay, the people at the till already knew he was an army son, so they knew the government would pay it and not to ask him for any money. He met my grandma (a Catalan woman from a working class "red" family) kind of by accident, and they started dating when he was 16. When they went to a shop together, he took the stuff he wanted and was leaving when my grandma asked him "aren't you going to pay?". His answer was "what do you mean?", because he did not know that people paid for things. He thought everyone went and took what they wanted. He was 16 by then. They were among the privileged few, but they were not even among the top ranking officials who became way more rich and lived in luxury, stealing the houses they wanted and getting every thing they wished for without a limit! Many of the properties stolen by the fascist from the public or from "red" families have never been given back and their descendants still have them. Same for many companies that got where they are because they aided/enabled the dictatorship.

When fascists say that in Franco's time everyone had food on their tables, there are two options. 1: they're lying for propaganda, and they don't care about the suffering of real people as long as they can further their goals. Or 2: they speak of their personal experience, and their family is one of those profiteers who could hold banquets from the food and labour they stole from the rest of us, profiting from forced labour, exploitation, scarcity, and the greed of taking everything for those in charge and pretending like they were charitable for giving away a few crumbs to those they deemed worthy enough. That is what fascism does.

Whenever I hear fatxas saying that in Franco's time everybody had good food on their table my blood boils.

Being around 7, granny had to survive solely on turnips for a whole year. She hated them with her soul.

The other gran used to recieve an orange as a Xmas gift.

Granpa had a relative who would go house by house offering a tiny ham bone so the housewife could give her pot of water some flavor. He charged by the time the bone was inside the water, then took it and went onto the next client.

There was rationing.

People would eat leather belts and shoes.

Who exactly had food on their table?

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Stay Winning Jae-min | Trial 4.1 | Re: Adrik, END

Ah yes, this was surely a development, suddenly having his memories thrust back into his mind against his will wasn’t exactly an easy experience, and on one hand it definitely made him feel a lot less insane, but there was also this strange feeling of… euphoria. Jae-min had just gone from feeling like the scum of the earth to remembering every success and joy in his life, along with some not so fun memories. But by far the overwhelming feeling in his mind was elation that not only was he not a failure in life, but also his girlfriend would probably remember him now. That was nice too.Regardless, because of this, listening to the trial hadn’t been too easy, he was caught in his own head for a little while, but a little bit into Adrik starting things off he caught back on and decided to retrain his attention onto the discussion at hand. Though starting at alibi’s was certainly a choice to be made. He crossed his arms and just nodded along, looking over to END as they took over from where Adrik left off. He took a breath and ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes a moment and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Right right right… lots of favours and things being bought, lots going on and obviously we can determine answers to a bit, but I guess I’ll bounce off what everybody else is starting on.”

He puts a hand to his chest, there was a certain confidence to his tone again, though it was overshadowed by a certain degree of annoyance to have to go through this song and dance once more.

“I personally woke up pretty early, around 4 or something, don’t remember really, but that’s usual for me, the only person I saw awake at that time was Eiri leaving her dorm, other than that, my alibi is pretty much just what Adrik said, I worked out most my morning, went up to the third floor, saw Erika L going to the library and didn’t bother giving her any attention.” He puts a hand to his chin to think for a moment, there wasn’t much else he had to add, and keeping track of times seemed boring to him so he didn’t bother just like every other time he had given his alibi. He always needed some pushing to share details, it wasn’t anything new.

“What matters is that AION wasn’t just pulling the sheets, it was on some kind of sound queue right? A verbal signal specifically… should be important to figure out what that might be.”

He chuckles to himself a bit, putting his hands to his hips.

“Gotta say though, using the bot to commit a murder… pretty clever.” He could complement a good idea when he saw one, even if it was in poor taste. “Doesn’t change the fact that we’re gonna need to figure out the details of the how and why of all this but at least it seems more complicated than just figuring out alibis. Who knows if the killer was even in the room.”

He hums a thought to himself a bit further before shrugging, he didn’t have much more to add it would seem, he was as unhelpful as always, just sort of thinking of a final point to push forward before ending his speech.

“Oh, I wanted to mention it because it was something I think I uniquely could know, but it’s about that key, the one on the shelf that Akito stole like a little bitch. Firstly, checking every lock was a waste of your time, because I could tell from just one look that it couldn’t fit any of the locks that we’ve seen so far in the facility. Secondly, Rose said it wasn’t one of the keys from their motel key collection, meaning that naturally, this is somebody’s personal item that they brought with them here or something.” He nods. “As for why you can trust what I say, well that’s because if there’s anything I’m good at it’s locks and keys, I mean, I was a petty thief, I know a thing or two. Naturally I’m in a pretty good mood so you’re welcome for sharing something so valuable. You can thank me later.”

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

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Lucifer x MC x Satan fic - Part 3/???

(In case you haven’t realised, we still haven’t thought of a name for this yet)

Find Parts 1-2 here!

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Glancing one last time at MC, he smiled sadly as he watched her lifeless body sink into his bed and snuggle his pillow.

“Goodnight MC...”

-

Shifting beneath an unfamiliar duvet, MC slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She was surprised to see that she wasn’t in her own room but soon remembered why. Immediately she began loathing herself after realising she’d gotten herself into such a state that she needed taking care of by Satan.

But then she remembered why she had gotten into that state in the first place; Lucifer. Flopping back onto the bed, she let out a deep sigh. ‘So it wasn’t a dream then...’ she thought to herself as her heart sunk.

Glancing at the alarm clock by Satan’s bed, MC was surprised to see how early it was. And then her mind wandered to her carer: where on Earth was the blonde haired demon? Scanning the room, MC’s face softened when her eyes fell on the armchair near the door.

With his head thrown back, Satan was snoring ever so softly. MC couldn’t help but smile at the sight; he obviously hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night because his book was still open on his chest while one hand loosely gripped the edge. MC savoured the moment as she gazed at him in awe. Satan didn’t have to take care of her but he did anyway. If it weren’t for him who knows what MC might have done while intoxicated!

Getting lost staring at Satan, MC wasn’t prepared for him to wake up. Stirring in his seat, he scrunched his nose as he fell out of unconsciousness. He let out a small groan as he sat up straight in his chair; his book falling to the floor. Opening his eyes, he adjusted to the light before noticing MC across the room.

“Good morning.” He spoke in a hoarse voice as he stretched, “did you sleep well?”

“Yeah...I did.” She breathed, blushing slightly from embarrassment, “did you?”

“You mean was I comfortable sleeping in this stiff armchair? Of course I didn’t.” He chuckled, struggling to stand up.

“I’m so sorry Satan.” She apologised, feeling flustered.

“Don’t, I’m just glad to see you’re doing better this morning.” He spoke, picking up the book from the floor, “you were pretty upset last night.”

“I guess I just wasn’t prepared to hear what I did.” She shrugged with a disappointed expression. Glancing down at her top, she noticed the red stain splattered across her front. “I really made a mess, didn’t I?” She spoke quietly.

“And that is exactly why I got these out ready for you.” Satan chirped up, walking toward the bed to show MC the pile of clothes he’d left out for her.

“These aren’t mine?” She giggled slightly, picking up the unfamiliar shirt in her hands.

“No, they’re mine.” Satan nodded, “your room is all on the other side of the house and anyway, I see no harm in you borrowing some of my clothes.”

MC smiled at Satan, appreciating his kindness. “Thank you.” She whispered, “I’m really grateful for all that you’ve done for me - I’m sorry that I stole your bed.”

“You didn’t steal it, MC. I offered it to you!” He chuckled, gazing at her with warm eyes.

The pair lingered for a moment as they welcomed the comfortable silence.

“Did you want to perhaps go and grab a coffee somewhere? You look like you could use someone to talk to.” He offered, hoping she’d accept.

“Yeah, I’d like that. It’d be nice to get away from here - even if it is for a couple of hours.” She nodded, “thanks Satan.”

“Stop thanking me, MC.” He insisted, getting up from the bed, “I’ll leave you to get ready - I’ll wait for you in the lounge if you like?”

“Sounds good.” She smiled.

Returning her expression, Satan then made his way to the door; taking a deep breath as he did so. He was just being a good friend, right? He wasn’t taking MC’s state of vulnerability for a chance to swoop in was he?

Puzzled, he made his way through the house as his mind continued to wander. As he walked down the stairs, his expression grew cold after seeing Lucifer at the bottom. Although he had his usual stern face, there was also something else to him that morning. There was an aroma about him; Satan could sense Lucifer’s troubled mind.

“Satan.” Lucifer nodded when he noticed the blonde haired demon.

That was all he said. Usually he’d question the fourth eldest on his studies at RAD and how he needed to keep on top of his assignments but today there was nothing.

‘Does he actually feel bad for hurting MC?’ He thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes at the eldest brother.

“Lucifer.” He breathed, making his way past.

Just before he could leave the room, the black haired demon spoke up again. “Have you seen MC this morning? I was hoping I could speak with her.”

Turning around cautiously, Satan grew stiff. “Yeah, she just woke up. We’re going to grab a coffee together this morning.” He informed him.

“You are?” Lucifer questioned surprised before his face fell, “not to worry, I’ll speak with her later.”

Satan wanted to start hurling abuse at Lucifer. He yearned to scream in the eldest brothers face ‘what more could you have to say to her?! You’ve already broken her heart!’ But he managed to hold back.

“You ready?” A new voice filled the room.

Both turning, Lucifer and Satan’s eyes trailed up the staircase where MC was stood at the top. She hadn’t noticed the eldest brother at first. However, after spotting him next to Satan, MC soon became sheepish as she slowly made her way down the stairs.

Satan could sense how awkward the atmosphere had just got in the room. Not wanting MC to suffer, he quickly held his hand out to her. “Come on - if we’re quick we can beat the queues.” He spoke quietly as he guided her to the door.

MC avoided Lucifer’s gaze. She could feel his eyes on her from the moment she first appeared. It took all of her might not to glance over at him; she knew if she did she’d probably start crying again.

Meanwhile, Lucifer’s breathing slowed as he watched Satan and MC leave the house. His shoulders tensed after recognising the shirt she was wearing; it was one of Satan’s.

‘Stop it.’ He told himself, ‘you can’t keep doing this’

Marching through the house, he shook his head as he let out a frustrated sigh. It was bad enough that he’d hurt MC, but to now see her being comforted by the likes of Satan? That made his blood boil.

But he only had himself to blame.

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Let me know your thoughts below!

[md-confessions]

I just... I just want everyone to know that these two drones are dancing together and that nobody has noticed until now.

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[talas-starlight]

Can i get a fluffy headcannon for suki x fem!reader? Since my birthday is coming up, I’d like to see what she would do for her girlfriend on her special day. I want all that soft shit if you need more specifics then you can just like message me bro - @simpinforsukka

A/N: Happy birthday!!! 🥳🥳 Omg omg I hope you had an amazing day and please accept my (awful) gift to you,,, YALL this is my first headcannon & request and omfg this was a lot harder than I expected HAHAHAHA BHRIDFVG ☠️ 🤣🤣 – also I think this is a bit longer than a normal headcannon is supposed to be??? & I think I low key did it wrong AHAHAHAH - I really don’t know my friens oop but i hope you like it! @simpinforsukka​ 💖💖💖

• OKIE so let’s establish something real quick,,

• You were not expecting anything on your birthday- well anything extravagant that is 

• Suki is super sweet and supportive of your passions, just as you are of hers, so generally in past years she would let you take the lead,, happily joining along just to make your day brighter 

• Yet of course this year,, she’s learnt quite a lot about your likes and dislikes from past years hence making the decision to take the lead 

• SO IMAGINE YOUR SURPRISE WHEN SHE ROCKS UP AT YOUR HOME INSTEAD OF YOU STEALING HER AWAY FROM ZUKO FOR THE DAY 

• Well actually, you weren’t really surprised more so discombobulated when you naturally woke up to her on top of you

• Arms wrapped securely around your waist 

• Head nestled into your neck, with her hair tickling your chin

• But you were able to fight the urge to freak out at the initial shock of finding someone in your bed fast asleep- as you soon realised it was your girlfriend 

• Yet you were unable to fight the happy tears welling up in your eyes 

• because even thougH zuko would ALWAYS be more than willing to allow suki to come visit you - you rarely woke up together in such a peaceful way 

• let alone on special occasions like birthdays 

• because tbh the guilt of taking her away from the duties she was so proud of doing always ate you up inside 

• ANYWAY, so suki being as skilled as she is, sensed your uneven breathing and woke up

• “Baby? What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

• Okok so now she was fussing over you and you tried to diffuse the situation 

• “No, I’m okay- yes suki I promise!! I’m just really happy you’re here”

• QUEUE THE 🥺🥺🥺 FROM SUKI 

• Realising why you were so happy, she squeezed her arms around you even tighter (but not tight enough to break ur ribs because I knoW she could) 

• *insert cute, slow & soft make out session because happiness and yoU BOTH DESERVE IT*

Okok now time for the proper festivities!!!

• So, after your wonderful reunion suki takes you on a lil trip/ game 

• NOW what this involves is that whatever age you’re turning is the number of things she has install for you for the day 

• Okie so foR the first item of the day she serves you your favourite cake for BREAKFAST because who cares about eating norms when its your birthday 

• And if you don’t like cake its your favourite celebratory meal 

• Following this she takes you to all of the places your love 

• if it involves travelling, she uses one of the fire nation hot balloons that she stole because she can

• So throughout the day she throws in some significant places/ activities that relate to the two of you 

• BECAUSE you’re with suki and you’re GUNNA have some places that make the both of you soft even if you’re not that much of an affectionate or sentimental type of person 

• And the ENTIRE day you’re just in awe realising how much your girl actually pays attention to what you love and what you care about 

• Like she’s a total SWEETHEART and a total BADASS but there are multiple points throughout the day where she just made you think 

• “is this really my life?” 

• Tbh you were already over yue that she came to your home while you were sleeping just so she could spend all of your special day with you 

• & you would’ve been more than content with just staying in bed all loved up 

• OKAY BUT SEE WHAT I DID THERE – OVER YUE??? OVER THE MOON???? I'm a comedic genius take it or leave it

• AND LET ME TELL YALL she one-upped herself with every single thing she did with you that day 

NOW FOR THE GRAND FINALE 

• Okay so you just finished your second last activity for the day, and you were genuinely wondering what she could possibly have planned for you with the last one 

• So, you were both taking a stroll through the woods and the sun has already set 

• Honestly you were a tiny bit concerned – like why does someone take their girlfriend into the woods, IN THE DARK

• But she was doing so well all day, you didn’t want to jump to conclusions

• And she leads you to an open field 

• Your jaw DROPS 

• you’re just like… “what is all of this?”

• before you in said field are dozens of lanterns, a giant fire pit with a LEGITIMATE FEAST on a GIANT wooden table 

• you have no idea how you’re supposed to consume all of that with just suki

• anyway, she fully LAUGHS AT YOU 

• “just wait my love”

• THEN OUT OF THE LITERAL SKY HERE COMES APPA WOOHOO 

• “Did you really think our friends would allow me to keep you all to myself on your special day?”

• now it was your turn to laugh

• so, when he lands ALL of your friends come running towards you

• you’re legit tackled into one giant hug as they all scream 

• “HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!”

• Ngl tho sokka was the last one there because he got side-tracked staring at the food 

• You were so overwhelmed with happiness that you cried for the second time that day

• And then they cried because you were crying over how happy you were (yeS EVEN TOPH LET OUT A TEAR)

• Then eventually you all got over your tears and to sokkas relief you spoke out jokingly 

• “LET THE FEAST BEGIN!” 

• So, for the rest of the night, you joked, laughed, and cried (just a little bit more) with all of your best friends around you 

• But that didn’t stop you from turning to suki with a loving smile as multiple conversations broke out around the table a few hours into the night 

• “Thank you, my love, for everything.”

TAGLIST: I'm not guna put one here honestly because idk if anyone wants to be for stuff like this or if they only want to be tagged in my fire nations assassin series sooooo lmk if you do want to be added to other alta content & I'm scared ppl are guna get mad at me for tagging them in female character content LMAO AHAHHA 

also if you liked this and want to send in ur own request you're more than welcome just read the rules first please :)) rules are: here!

masterlist is: here!

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Girl Crush (IX)

Chapter 9 : A Breath of Aloe Vera

 Here we go with an adorable chapter!!! Be careful, this is sooooo cute!!!

I hope you like this new chapter :) Tell me what you think about it, please!

Word Count : 2684

"So… how can I save it?"

"I don't know… I think… I think it's dying, Harry."

"Dying? There must be something I can do…"

"I mean… look at it…"

"You're the expert here, help me save my cactus!"

You heaved a sigh, but the poor plant was beyond saving. It had turned yellowish, and seemed ready to crumble, at least, that was what you could assess on the image on your computer screen. Harry and you were having an evening together, only he was in London, and you were in L.A, so your time together would be spent staring at the other painted in pixels on a screen. And well, with the different time zones, it was lunch for you and dinner for him. While the sun shone brightly in your sky, his was filled with stars. You had opened your window to let some of the fresh air in, making your apartment almost chilly. But you could hear birds chirping, so you reckoned it was worth it. Anyway, you had a warm pullover on, that Harry had left at your place in case he would need it while you were going through one of your movie nights or board games afternoon. As he was away, you often stole it, as it was comfy and warm… obviously not because it still smelt a little like him…

Harry's image wasn't as clear as you would have wished for, but it was alright though, you were still grateful to technology for giving you a chance to see Harry's face again.

He moved the cactus before the camera of his computer again to magnify it for you.

"What did I do wrong with this one?" he asked with a disappointed voice. "I'm doing great with the other plants, but the cacti just seem to not like me."

He pouted, almost childish, almost like a 5-year-old staring at a dying flower he had picked up for his mother, and you felt so soft staring at him like this.

"I think you gave it too much water."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I'm afraid it's a lost cause, sorry, Harry."

He pouted again, but gave up, putting the little cactus back on his shelf.

"Your Aloe Vera looks gorgeous though," you encouraged him, and Harry's pout was soon forgotten, as he took up his laptop to give you a better look of the little plant.

"It is! It's thriving!"

"You're doing great!"

"Oh, and I need to show you my Calathea too, hang on…"

"Did you change the brand of your fertile ground like I told you to."

Harry nodded, walking across his apartment to his bedroom.

"Yep, just like you told me to. Look! It's grown so much!"

"It is! It's quite big now!"

Harry hummed in agreement, and you couldn't help but notice that he had the novel you had lent him before he would leave for London

"Alright, now that you've checked on my plants, let's eat, I'm starving."

"Me too! And I'm excited to try this pesto recipe you sent me!"

"I hope you don't burn down your building in the process…"

You rolled your eyes while he gently put down his laptop on the end of his kitchen counter.

"Very funny!" you replied with sarcasm all over your voice, placing your own laptop on your own counter so you could still talk to Harry while you cooked.

You chopped your ingredients at the same time. It almost felt like you were side by side for real. You talked, and laughed, and it was practically as if he were standing in your kitchen again, nudging you all the time just to get on your nerves, eating some of the ingredients before you could throw them in the pan, just… just the two of you being mindless of everything else but each other and spending a simple and yet bright moment together.

It felt… domestic, almost…

His telephone rang and he excused himself for a handful of minutes. You couldn't help but wonder who was calling him. You felt guilty for the thought that crossed your mind, you reckoned that Harry didn't have to tell you everything. Yet, you still wondered if it was a woman on the other end of the line…

He was about to end the call when he re-entered his kitchen.

"I'll be there, no worries. Bye! Love you!"

Love you?

He put down his phone and turned to your image again.

"Sorry 'bout that!" he smiled, before taking his knife once more to resume his chopping.

You took a sip of your red wine, shaking your head.

"It's alright. I've used the time to finish cutting everything."

"You're always cheating, aren't you?"

"Me? Cheating? I never cheat!"

"How do you explain that I always lose whenever we play boardgames together then?"

You shrugged, a devilish smile forming on your lips.

"Maybe you're just bad at all of them, and it's simply easy to kick your fancy arse."

He rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at you, making you giggle.

A short silence settled, and you nervously moved your weight from one foot to the other as you summoned your most innocent tone to ask the question that burnt your tongue.

"So… how's your girlfriend?"

"What girlfriend?" he asked with a frown.

"The one who just called you, obviously."

He laughed at you.

"It was Gemma, you dummy! I'm gonna see her and mom next week."

"Oh… How are they?"

"Fine. Everyone's fine."

"So… no girlfriend? Sorry, it's none of my business…"

"It's alright. Uhm… no, there isn't. Hasn't really been anyone since Jess, really. At least, no one worth mentioning."

"Oh… okay."

"Yeah…" he ran a hand through his hair, giving you a side-glance, feeling a little uneasy all of a sudden. "Uhm… nothing much going there, really."

He thought about the woman he had brought home the previous night. She was nice, pretty. They had exchanged their numbers, he would call her back because they had spent the night together, and he reckoned that it was the least he could do to be a decent person. He had no interest in seeing her again though.

He could have had. Honestly, in any other circumstances, he would have asked for another date and tried to see if things could work out between them. But the thought to which he woke up at the crack of dawn made it impossible.

That morning when he opened his tired eyes beside her, he found that she vaguely looked like you.

That was a little weird, and now that the thought had settled in, he couldn't look at her again without seeing you. Better not try it then.

"Because of Jess? Because you still miss her?"

"Not really. I just… I don't know… haven't had the… uhm… opportunity, I guess. Haven't looked for it either."

He cleared his throat, trying to sound as casual as he could.

"What about Gareth then? Everything good between you two?"

You nodded.

"It's nice. He's very sweet."

"Does he treat you right?"

"He's very kind, he's a good person."

Harry hummed in response.

What was he supposed to reply to that?

"We went on a date last night, he took me to a rather fancy restaurant," you laughed. "It was lovely."

"What does he do for a living?"

"He's an architect. He renovates old buildings, mostly."

"That's nice."

And it was nice. An architect. That was nice… definitely safer than a musician, no matter Harry's fame at the time.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. Why was he even comparing himself to that guy? He wasn't your boyfriend, he wasn't your ex, he was just your friend. Best friend, okay, but friend still.

But then his mind built the image that had woken him up several nights in a row since he had seen Gareth walk out of the flower shop. Why was his chest so painful all of a sudden? Was some form of asthma getting to him again?

What if… you and him… what if he had…

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself again, because he was well aware of your stare resting upon him. He couldn't refrain the question that burnt his tongue though. Because he kept thinking of him kissing you in your kitchen where Harry and you would spend long hours cooking and eating and laughing, and against your front door that you always left open for your friend, and on your couch… on your couch he could…

He needed to know. Needed to make sure that these places that meant so much to your friendship were still his.

His? He didn't own you though, never would. What a strange notion to think about…

He asked the question anyway.

"Did he… did he stay over last night?"

You shied away, hiding your reaction in your glass of red wine.

"Uhm… uhm… no, I… I stayed at his place, actually."

It didn't make Harry feel much better.

"Oh… that's… nice. How is it there?" he asked, thinking that he had to stop using the word nice.

"I mean, he is an architect, so… he knows how to make homes pretty," you awkwardly chuckled.

"… I guess," Harry replied, making a face.

You reckoned that it was more than time to direct the conversation towards another topic…

… and your lack of culinary skills was a perfect answer for once.

"So, what do we do now with all these ingredients, chef?" you asked, your tone much lighter, and Harry followed your queue without a hesitation.

He gave you some things to do, and you started to cook all the ingredients you had prepared.

None of you were talking while you mixed everything in your pots, and in the comfortable silence, you didn't notice that you had started humming.

Harry's lips curved into a smile at the sound, letting your sweet voice cover the void of his kitchen where you should have stood. Your voice was a little distorted through the internet and the distance, but he didn't mind. He still felt much calmer thanks to it.

You were making up a tune that had been more or less stuck in your head for a few days, and Harry couldn't recognize it. No matter how hard he focused and how much he dug in his old memories, he couldn't find any song that your tune belonged to.

He liked it though. Actually, he loved it. It was sweet and a little sad, a touch of melancholy wrapped in a soft tune.

After a couple of minutes, you were singing the same words over and over again under a breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you, but he didn't recognize them either.

Even my phone misses your calls, by the way

No matter how much he loved listening to you, he was just too curious.

"What are you singing?"

You immediately fell silent, and he regretted asking you.

"Uhm… nothing."

He rolled his eyes, his spoon stilling in his pot.

"Please, Y/N. I like the tune. What is it? I can't recognize it, I don't think I've ever heard it. It's driving me insane…"

"Uhm… I… I don't think it's something I heard, it's just… been stuck in my head for a few days."

He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, his mouth a little agape in surprise, and you shifted under his gaze.

"You… you came up with this?"

"I… guess…"

"Really?!"

"You know… I am aware that I am not a professional musician like the rockstar that you are, but that still hurts that you don't think me capable of coming up with a very mediocre and basic melody on my own…"

"No, no, no, no!" he shook himself. "That's not what I meant, you know it. But it's… it's very good actually."

"What?"

"I like it. The tune, I like it."

He put his pasta in some boiling water to cook, and disappeared before you could reply anything.

"Harry?" you called for him, leaning to the side in an attempt to spot him, until you realized that it was stupid, as it didn't make the camera move.

He reappeared with his guitar and leaned against his kitchen counter, right where he was standing before.

"Sing it again," he instructed.

"Huh?"

"Sing it again!" he repeated. "The tune, sing it again."

You were taken aback, but complied anyway. When Harry started to play along, you fell silent again though.

"Don't stop. Y/N, don't stop, it sounds great. Sing the words too."

You resumed your singing, while he played, changing the cords and rhythm until he had settled on the notes he liked best.

And then he joined you singing the words softly as well.

He added some lines that felt right, and you let him create a verse, twisting the tune a little.

Woke up alone in this hotel room

Played with myself where were you

Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon

I've never felt less cool

He hummed again, and sang your line once more.

He seemed to struggle to get anything else, so when he sang your line for the seventh time in a row, you added another in.

Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too

Harry smiled, his brow furrowed in concentration but he repeated your new line over and over again, changing the notes and bending the melody from time to time.

He fell silent again, but didn't stop playing, until he found new words to add, lyrics that made his throat and heart tighten, but then, it was only because they were true.

Woke up the girl who looked just like you

I almost said your name

He cleared his throat, refusing to analyse why he felt a little uneasy all of a sudden, a little too raw.

He sang your lines again instead.

Until your shout interrupted him altogether.

"HARRY! YOUR PASTA!"

He turned around and his eyes opened wide as he spotted the boiling water spilling out of his pot.

"Fuck! FUCK!" he cried, putting down his guitar in a hurry and grabbing the pot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit! SHIT!"

He carried it to the sink.

"Be careful, don't burn yourself," you admonished with a worried wince.

He went to clean up the mess he had made, only for you to finally notice that something in your own apartment was burning…

"MY PESTO!"

He looked at you hurrying as well, pouting at the sight of your burnt dish.

"It's ruined," you sighed.

"Mine too," Harry realized.

You looked at each other, before exploding with laughter.

"We really are both terrible at cooking!" you doubled with laughter, and Harry could only agree.

"Hey, you can't write a song and cook at the same time! Do you think I could use it, by the way?"

"Use what?" you asked, confused, as you threw the carbonized pesto into your trash.

"The song. Crediting you, of course. But I… it feels right. You know it feels… it feels like a last track…"

"You want to actually put it on your album?"

Harry shrugged.

"At least, I can finish it. See if it fits then. Can I?"

"Sure… sure! Of course!"

"Great! Plus, your name would look pretty on my album."

You giggled.

"It wouldn't. Don't you dare do that."

"Why not?"

You shrugged.

"I don't know…"

You looked at him again, and the two of you exchanged a shy smile, before letting out a breathy chuckle and diverting your gazes to the floor in sync.

"Well, right now though… Indian? Chinese?"

"Chinese," you nodded, and you both reached for your phones to order some well-deserved food.

You were two terrible cooks, but then, no one could be perfect, right?

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Truly. Madly. Deeply. - Ethan x F!MC

Tagging a few people in this one: @vibrantlyjaz @tsrookie @schnitzelbutterfingers @queencarb @mrsvanderlinde  

As the sun rose the next morning after they returned back to Boston, Ethan awoke as the sun streamed through the skylight above his bed, he smiled at Casey as he registered her sleeping peacefully next to him. Looking at the time on the clock he let out a small sigh. It was time to leave the blissfulness he had been feeling for the past two weeks, and go back to the chaotic world of Edenbrook. Gently he rubbed Casey's arm stirring her awake a little. "Cassie? We need to get up and ready to go back to work now." he whispered tenderly and was met with a tired groan in response to which he chuckled. "I know. I feel that way too. You've made me feel happier and open up more than I have with or to anyone in the past two weeks. I kind of hate you for reminding me what true happiness feels like. But the reasons I love you outweigh that one so..." he mumbled and kissed behind her ear softly. "Ethan..." she murmured, reaching for his hair and tangling her fingers in it gently. "Come on. Let's grab a shower." he smiled as he got up, pulling a sleepy Casey with him.

"You're going to have to open your eyes at some point in the next 5 minutes."

"No. Ethan's a comfy pillow. I'm tired."

"Casey.." he chuckled as he washed her body

"Shhhhhhhhh"

Shaking his head with a smile, he somehow managed to wash Casey's hair and himself before stepping out and wrapping towels around both of them. By the time Casey had woken up properly, Ethan was dressed in his usual formal wear for the hospital, but there was something different about him. Casey looked at his side profile as he riffled through his wardrobe looking for something. "I do believe you accidently left- ah! Here it is." he beamed as he turned back to Casey, his favourite knee length blue dress of her's in hand. "What?" he asked at the quizzical look on Casey's face as she studied him curiously. That's when it clicked. It wasn't his clothes, hair or anything like that which was different. He was smiling a genuine smile. His trademark scowl had gone, along with the wrinkles that normally accompanied the look. "I love you." Casey grinned happily, "I love you too. Now hurry up and get dressed or you'll be late." Ethan said as he gave her a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen. When he came back, he left some toast and orange juice on the dresser for her, explaining that he was going to leave now as so to avoid any suspicion that would arise from arriving with Casey by his side.

"... So I'll leave you to lock up the front door yeah?"

"Yeah sure. ... Ethan?"

"Cinnamon roll."

"When are you picking Jenner up from the kennels?"

"Why?"

"Because your apartment feels empty without him."

"... Yeah... it does. I was hoping to get him after my shift tomorrow. I finish just after lunch."

"But that means you're working all morning today. Having a late nap in the on-call room and working all night."

"You know me and my work ethic too well. It's scary sometimes. ... Did you not want to meet me there? We could get him together. I'm sure he's missed you more than me anyway. You seem to have a knack of getting guys to stare at you and love you more than others."

"Honey... are you.. jealous of .. your dog?"

".. ha! When you put it like that it does sound ridiculous."

"Ethan Ramsey, I cannot believe you're jealous that your dog likes my cuddles."

"Well he used to love mine.. but you stole him from me."

Casey looked up from the mirror as she smoothed out the creases in her dress and laughed at the pout on Ethan's face. Walking over to him, she wrapped her arms round his neck, tilting his head so that she could see him properly. He smiled at her lovingly before giving her a quick kiss. "I guess I should get going before I'm the one who's late." he chuckled and gave Casey a few more pecks before he left out the door. "Oh! ETHAN!" Casey called out, opening the door and sticking her head out in the hallway, catching him at the end, just about to turn the corner. Damn this man and his giraffe legs. "Can I put my stuff in here from the car and pick it up later?" she called out, "Yeah sure!" he replied and with a wave he was gone. After moving the bags from her car into Ethan's apartment, Casey made sure she had the spare key she had been given and left, making sure to lock the door behind her. She drove most of the way to work, parking a couple blocks away and walking the rest of the distance. When she arrived, she stepped through the doors into the main atrium taking a deep inhale as a smile grew on her face. "Man it's good to be back." she said with a smile as she walked to her locker and started with her day. She crossed paths with Ethan a couple of times in halls, giving him a smile which he returned. Soon she stopped seeing him a knew he had gone to catch some sleep, and had clocked out before he woke up. She had just finished unpacking her bags in her room when her phone chimed with a text notification.

- 10:43PM –

Ethan: Didn't wanna stick around and say goodbye to me?

Casey: You were sleeping

Ethan: So? I wanted to see you before you left.

Casey: stop your pouting, E

Ethan: I didn't even..

Casey: I make it a habit to know my boyfriend inside out

Ethan: is that so... ��

Casey: Get your mind outta the gutter Ethan xD

You have work to do. Which you should probably get back to, by the way..

Ethan: Yes ma'am.

Casey: God you're whipped..

Ethan: I'm what?

Chuckling to herself, she shook her head a little placing her phone on charge before going to the kitchen and fixing herself some food before heading to bed. The next day she spent her morning reading some old revision cards to keep her mind sharp on medical knowledge and before she knew it was leaving out the door and heading to work. She was halfway through her shift when her phone dinged in the back pocket of her jeans as she was talking with a patient. Once she was done, she stepped out into the hallway, taking her phone out and unlocking it as she closed the door behind her. She chuckled at the message Ethan had sent her, then aww'd at the next message that popped up. It was a picture of Jenner in his bed, looking sadly at the camera. She sent a quick reply and then pocketed her phone returning back to work.

Things slowly started to feel normal again as she got back into the fast pace things moved around the hospital with ease, and soon almost three months had passed since she got back from her parents house with Ethan. She hadn't seen him in a couple of days but that was normal, he was a busy in-demand man after all. One day she was standing in a small queue in the cafeteria when Dr. Harper Emery approached her. Concealing the eye roll she wanted to do so badly, she put on a professional smile as the woman stood in front of her.

"Dr. Valentine."

"Dr. Emery."

"I have a question for you."

""Uhh. Okay?"

"You're friends with Dr. Ramsey yes?"

"We have a friendship, yes."

"I see. So you'd have his personal phone number?"

"What's it to you?"

"Do you have his personal phone number? Yes or no, Dr. Valentine."

"I don't see why I should tell you, quite frankly. Not after the stunts you've been pulling trying to ruin the friendship we have."

"Look. He hasn't shown up for work in two weeks and he isn't answering his house phone or his work number. We've tried almost every phone in the hospital, which numbers he may pick up but nothing. You're our last hope to knowing where he is and why he isn't at work."

".... Okay, fine. Yes, I have his personal number. I'll give him a call and see where he is."

"Thank you, Dr. Valentine. Find me later to report on his status."

"Yeah. Fine."

Casey sighed and moved forwards in the line, frowning a little as harper stalked off, heels clicking on the tiled floor. She purchased her snack and a bottle of water, making her way outside and pulling her phone out as she sat on a wall. Unlocking her phone she dialed Ethan's number straight away and waited anxiously as it rang.

".... You've reached the voicemail of Ethan Ramsey. Sorry I cannot take your call right now. Leave a message after the tone."

Sighing she hung up and tried again. But every time she tried she always ended up getting his voicemail. Sighing and with a sudden loss in her appetite, she pocketed her phone before scooping up her cookie and bottle of water. Heading back inside to finish her shift. As the end of her shift drew closer and closer, she made a mental note to stop by Ethan's and check on him. She may not like Harper, but she had to agree that this wasn't like Ethan at all. He always informed the hospital if he was going to be late or off sick. Anything, he always picked up the phone and called the people who needed to know. As she was getting ready to head off, one of the nurses approached her. "Dr. Valentine! I'm so glad I found you." she said breathlessly, "What's wrong? Has my patient gone into cardiac arrest again?!" Casey panicked, but the nurse shook her head. "I was wondering if you could cover the last hour of my shift? I just got a call from my neighbor that my house has been broke into and the police need me there ASAP." she explained. Casey swallowed, she needed to check on Ethan, but this was important too. Smiling she turned to the nurse. "Of course. You head on home. I hope everything's okay. Let me know if you need anything." she responded, and the nurse thanked her before running off. The hour passed by slowly as Casey watched the clock on the wall opposite the nurses station. Soon the nurse that was to take over arrived and Casey clocked out. She headed outside on the phone, calling for a cab. Arriving at Ethan's apartment building a few moments later, she paid her fare and scrambled inside as fast as she could. She reached Ethan's door and knocked first, waiting for the door to open but 2 minutes quickly turned into 10. Which soon turned into almost an hour. Having enough, Casey took the spare key to his apartment from her bag and slowly opened the door, walking in to a mess of takeout cartons and bottles covering the floor. "E-Ethan?" she called out hesitantly, walking further into the apartment. "Honey? Are you... Home." Her voice trailed off as she entered the kitchen and saw Ethan slumped in a chair, head on the counter with his eyes closed. A glass of whiskey next to his hand. She quietly moved the glass and sat next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Ethan.. Sweetie. What're you doing sleeping here in the kitchen? ... E?" she said softly as she continued trying to wake him and when he awoke, he startled at her presence. "W-what are you d-doing here? How.. How did you get in?" He exclaimed leaping up and away from her. She frowned at him. Something was definitely off here.

"Ethan it's okay. I'm here to make sure you're okay. Like all good girlfriends do."

"G-girlf-friend?"

"Yeah. We've been dating for almost 3 and a half months now. ...Ethan? Are.. Are you okay?"

She watched him cautiously as he looked at her, panic rising in his eyes and becoming more intense by the minute, until he eventually started shaking his head causing Casey to frown.

"Baby, what's wrong? You can talk to me."

"Y-You.. You're going to hate me. I-I can't lose you Casey. Please!"

The pleading in his voice and desperation that was now mixed in with the panic in his eyes pulled at her heart. He was in so much distress and what was he on about she was going to hate him. Knowing she had to calm him down, she stood up from her seat and slowly moved towards him.

"Honey.. I know you're scared right now but take deep breaths for me okay? I'm not going to hate you. I never could. ... We've talked about this remember? We'll support each other through everything. Regardless of whether or not we're together. ..Do you trust me?"

She stopped a few inches in front of him, looking up into his eyes with nothing but kindness and the want to care for him. Finally he rushed into her arms, hugging her tight as he sobbed into the shoulder of her jacket. She hugged him back trying to slowly the violent shakes of his body that accompanied the sobs leaving his mouth. But it was no use, this man was a wreck, the only thing she didn't know though was why?

Moving with Ethan to his couch, she sat down with him handing him a tissue from the box on the coffee table. Together they cuddled and Casey held him until he had exhausted his tears, and his throat was raw. When he looked up at her, she felt a sharp pang in her chest at the red circles round his eyes and the sadness that was in them. She wanted so badly to ask what was wrong but decided it was better to let him speak when he was ready. Remembering the unopened bottle of water in her bag, she took it out and gave it to him. "Here. Drink this." she said softly, "Th-Thank y-you." He hiccupped, sitting up as he took it, opening it to take a gulp before laying down in Casey's lap. A few more moments of silence passed as Ethan sniffled and coughed a few times. Then he turned on his back and looked up at Casey, swallowing hard.

"Are you okay?"

"No. I won't be for a while."

"Why?! Baby, what's happened? I've never seen you this upset before."

"I- It's Jenner.."

"What about him?"

"He's gone Casey... All because I was careless, and almost tripped over a plant pot, so I got distracted. ... Casey he got off his leash and ran into the road. I had to pay for him to be put down. He-He's gone."

Casey went numb at his words, but it wasn't Jenner being gone that got to her. He was blaming himself. She hugged him again as he sat more upright and whispered that things would be okay again soon. Ethan looked at her with a frown.

"Why aren't you shouting? You weren't there to say goodbye to him with me. You should be mad. Casey why aren't you mad?"

"Ethan. Why would I be mad at you? You were obviously in a state of shock after everything that happened. Plus, being mad would solve nothing, it would only hurt you more and I don't want to hurt you darling. I want to support you and make you smile, even if you don't want to. I love you Ethan and that's never going to change. I don't want you to be alone through anything. Especially something like this. You've lost your best friend that you'd known how long?"

"Almost 15 years. It would have been 15 years on September 4th."

"September 4th?"

"Yeah. I remember picking him up from the rescue shelter as just a little clumsy puppy. His ears flopped about like curtains in a strong breeze and he had the cutest of smiles on his face. When I held him for the first time after getting home he done nothing but lick my face and hit away anything that took my attention from him. Loose papers with medical notes on them were shredded to bits if I left the room for even 2 seconds. He was so adventurous, I done a lot of exploring with him in those days. But as he got older, he became more and more like me."

"What? Permanently scowling and calling any new dog a rookie even when they helped him save a woman's life on their first day at work?"

"I didn't know you then. You were just another annoying face in the crowd."

"Another ann- ETHAN!"

"What?! You were annoying. But only because I could see you had the potential to match my skills or be even better than me and I felt threatened."

"... Wow. Ethan Ramsey was threatened by a first day resident? That's got to be a first."

They chuckled quietly. The air almost felt lighter for a brief moment before their faces fell serious again.

"You know. September 4th is tomorrow. We should do something together in Jenner's honor. He wouldn't want his dad to be moping around the house, with takeout containers littering the floor, ignoring his work and what he's vouched to do for others. He'd want you to drag your butt to the shower, put on your best 'what seems to be the problem today?' face and continue to make good memories that you can share when you see him again."

"Casey..."

There was still pain in Ethan's eyes as he spoke and the strain in his voice killed her inside, but deep down he knew she was right. Jenner wouldn't want him in the current state he was in. Every day when he saw a speeding car the images of that day would come back to him somehow, but he couldn't let that stop him from his work.

"By the way, Ethan."

"Yeah?"

"You should probably go and get that shower. You stink."

"Is that so huh? Cinnamon bun. Is that so?"

The two laughed and wrestled with each other as Ethan tried to shove his armpit in Casey's face. The carried on playfighting for a while before Ethan headed to the shower and Casey grabbed a black bag, picking up his rubbish and cleaning his living room up. She was almost done when she reached Jenner's bed. With a sad smile and tears stinging her eyes, she crouched down and made it up just how he always had it, placing it by the sliding door. "He always was a sucker for looking out at beautiful views." Ethan said as he lent against the doorframe between his bedroom and the living room. Casey turned around and looked at him. "Oh. Uh I hope you don't mind that I..." she said gesturing to the dog bed and Ethan just shook his head with a small smile in his lips. "No. it's fine. I wasn't able to bring myself to do it because it was too... painful." he grimaced as he crossed the room to the couch, taking a seat and patting the spot next to him. Casey smiled and sat next to him.

"Why don't you come and stay with me for a few days?"

"I couldn't. You already live with 4 other people."

"So? Ethan.. You need to be around people who care for you right now. Not festering in here alone."

"But Casey..."

"No buts. You're coming with me okay? We all care for you. Yes, Jackie and Aurora have emotions too. Don't look so surprised."

"There's no getting out of this, is there?"

"Look at you. Putting those smarts to good use."

"And what do you put to good use?"

"My ass. I hustle 24/7 baby."

They looked at each other before bursting out in laughter, falling on top of each other. As the laughter died down, Ethan looked up at Casey hovering over him and swallowed.

"How are you so beautiful?"

"The same way I got lucky with you."

"Casey..."

"Ethan..."

They were about to kiss when Casey's phone rang, completely ruining the mood. With a sigh she sat up and dug through her bag, picking out her phone and answering it.

"Hel- Oh it's you. Hello Harper. Yes I called him. No he didn't answer. ... I'm debating on whether to cook a beef steak or a chicken steak for dinner. Why would I have a- You what?! That's stalking! I can have you done for that! I don't care if you're at home now! No Harper. You can- WE'RE FRIENDS. I'm outside his apartment door. I've been here for hours now. Well, one of his neighbor's let me use their bathroom. I'm a human with bodily fluids that need to be released you know. Because he isn't answering his door. You know I'm going to the police. I'm not comfortable with your actions. I'm going to the police and then I'm taking this to the board. You may give up on your friends Dr. Emery, but I don't. No. You don't get to dicta-" Casey shouted into her phone and then looked at it in disbelief as the line went dead. "That... That BITCH!" she shouted, throwing her phone back in her bag. "Hey. What happened? What did she want?" Ethan asked as he gently took Casey's hands in his own larger ones. "She fucking followed me here! Waited outside for 55 minutes then followed me up. I hope you have a nice neighbor who would be happy to cover for me because I wasn't out there when she passed, I just lied to her. I swear. It's like she doesn't want you to be happy!" she rambled on furiously and Ethan's eyes softened at her worry for him. "Look why don't I go and pack a bag, you call a for taxi and we'll go back to yours. You're right that I need to get out of here for a couple of days." he smiled softly, and Casey nodded with a small okay. After giving her a kiss on the forehead he went back to his room, and sorted out his things for the next few days, packing anything he would need into a backpack before joining Casey in the living room.

"Hey, Cassie. Are you okay? You're doing that thing where you chew your lip again."

"Hm? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine. The taxi's on it's way. We should go wait outside."

"After you."

Together they made their way outside and they waited for the taxi to pull up. When they arrived at Casey's Elijah and Aurora occupied the couches and gave the two puzzled looks as Casey turned round from closing the door. "Uh Casey?" Elijah asked, gesturing between her and Ethan. "You go head to my room. I'll catch them up to speed okay babe?" she said to Ethan as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Ethan return her kiss and then Casey joined her friends as Ethan went to her room.

"So. Um.. You both know Ethan's been missing from work for a couple of weeks right?..." Casey started and told them everything that happened, Aurora scowling when Casey mentioned what her aunt had done, with regards to following Casey to Ethan's apartment. "That sounds exactly like something she would do." Aurora commented with disgust but her facial expression softened when Ethan came back into the room. He looked around awkwardly as if not knowing where to sit. Casey patted the space between herself and Aurora and he took a seat, cuddling close to Casey, and Elijah smiled at him in his usual friendly manner.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you need Dr. Ramsey."

"Thank you doctor..."

"Greene."

"Right. Dr. Greene. Thank you."

The two men nodded at each other curtly before Ethan settled back on the couch with Casey, Aurora and Elijah made their way to their room a few minutes later leaving the two others to cuddle on the couch before heading to bed.

The next morning Casey woke up before Ethan who was kicking his legs, whimpering in pain next to her. She was about to cuddle him when he suddenly bolted upright. "Jenner! NO!" he shouted, breathing and sweating heavily with tears streaming down his face. Next to him Casey pulling him to her chest, kissing his temple gently and rubbing his back. "Hey. Shhhhh, it's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. I'm here okay?" Casey cooed softly to calm him down whilst stroking his hair. She smiled to herself at how cute it was that this had always calmed him down. She remembers him telling her a story from his early teen years, where his father stroked his hair until he fell asleep because he was stressed over a test. Then she giggled to herself as she looked down at him, knowing it was something he'd never grow too old for or tired of.

"What's got you giggling?"

"It's just.. I find it cute that at 37 this still calms you."

"Well it is soothing."

They mumbled between each other until it was time for Casey to get up. After she had showered and gotten ready for work, she waited for Ethan in the kitchen with Sienna, Elijah and Jackie, cooking breakfast for them to scoff down before having to run out of the door. When Ethan came through, everyone gave him a weird stare.

"What are you all looking at me like that for?"

"Uh D-Dr. Ramsey your uhhh..." Jackie stammered

"Well um..." Elijah trailed off going back to his food

"Honey... are you feeling okay?" Casey said as she got up and walked over to him.

"I'm feeling as good as I can be."

"Okay well um.. I'm just going to go ahead and tell you that.."

She swallowed the leftover pieces of food in her mouth as she gestured for him to lean down and she whispered into his ear, "Your bottom half is naked."

Ethan looked down and his eyes widened in horror.

"Dr. Greene, Dr. Trinh, Dr. Varma. I am so sorry. I ah..." he apologized blushing profusely

"It's okay babe. Just go finish getting ready yeah?"

"Y-Yes. Of course."

Ethan covered himself with his hand and quickly returned to Casey's room to finish getting dressed. Later they were all at work when Casey pager beeped as she worked next to Ethan and Baz trying to solve a case. Peering at her pager, she rolled her eyes and groaned a little at the message. "Dr. Valentine?" Ethan said colder than intended as he looked at her from his desk. "Sorry. I've got to go. I've been summoned by the deeeeeelightful former chief of medicine, Dr. Emery." she smiled as Baz looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What did you say delightful like that for?" Baz asked. "Long story." Casey and Ethan said together. "Ookay then.." Baz commented and then got back to work with his research as Casey left the room. When she reached Harper's office, she knocked on the door and was invited in.

"What do you want?"

"I think you know what I want. Casey."

"Actually. You're right. I do. And it. is. not. happening."

"Oh Casey. You're mistaken. It will happen. Or I'll put your whole relationship on blast."

Casey swallowed harshly as she looked at the photo Harper slapped on the desk in front of her. For a brief moment in time she felt like she'd lost control but then she hardened her resolve and looked Harper coldly in the eyes.

"It won't. Ethan is a friend and a colleague. And like I said to you yesterday. I DON'T. GIVE UP. ON MY... FRIENDS."

And with that Casey stomped out of Harper's office back to the diagnostics room, gathered her stuff and stomped down to the cafeteria to be alone in her corner and continue her research. Ethan frowning at her in confusion as she left the room. Later that down Casey was lounging on the couch at home when there was a knock on the door, with an annoyed groan she got up and answered it to find Ethan standing there.

"Oh hi. I forgot you didn't have a key. Sorry. I should've waited for you."

"No it's okay. I've been dealing with a PITA."

"Lucky you!"

They shared a chuckle at Casey's sarcastic tone as they sat down on the couches. Well Casey laying back on the one she got up from and Ethan occupying the other. He watched her carefully and noticed the way her brows were pulled together in annoyance and anger but then he noted the sadness and pain in her eyes.

"What's up, my little cinnamon bun?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Casey."

"I'm fine Ethan really. You should go change. I promised we'd do something for Jenner today, so let's head out before it gets too late to do anything."

"If you insist..."

Ethan got up with a sigh and made his way to Casey's room to change before returning to the living room and sitting back in his previous spot.

"ready?"

"I am."

"Then let's go."

Casey got up and put her sunglasses on before grabbing her keys and opening the door, but Ethan didn't move.

"Well let's move then, Ethan."

"Something's happe-"

"NOTHING. Has happened. Can we please just... go, before I change my mind."

With a sigh Ethan got up and walked outside, Casey following him, shutting and locking the door behind him. He went to hold her hand, but she stuffed the in her jeans pockets and walked ahead of him, taking a left and descending the and out main door of the apartment block. He felt hurt at her actions but tried to conceal it as he knew something must have happened at the hospital. She wasn't usually ever this cold with him. She'd always been warm and welcoming. Casey stopped a taxi and got in the front, leaving Ethan to sit by himself in the back as they went to their destination. When they got there, a small smile tugged at Ethan's lips as he noted the sign at the front of Jenner's favourite park. Casey paid the fare and they walked into the park, Casey's hands still permanently stuffed in her pockets as she walked a few paces ahead of Ethan. He stopped in his tracks causing her to stop and turn around, looking at him in annoyance that he'd stopped.

"Something's happened, and I'm not taking another step with you Casey, until you tell me what it is. and don't deny anything, you're not holding my hand. You're about 5 paces ahead of me, and you're being cold towards me which isn't you. So, what is it?"

"Nothi-"

"No! Don't give me that bullshit Casey Jane Valentine."

Sighing Casey turned her head and continued walking so he wouldn't see her hardened resolve crumble, but she eventually broke out into a run. "Casey!" Ethan shouted and broke out in a run to chase her. Somewhere along the way she'd turned down a trail and ran behind a tree. She was now sitting on the grass area surrounding it as she sobbed what felt like a million tears. She knew Ethan and Harper had a history together but why she being punished for him breaking things off with her? Why did Harper hate her? As her thoughts raced faster in her head, it got too much and she screamed into the void around her before laying on the ground feeling defeated, loud sobs emanating from her throat as she hugged herself for comfort. She felt so alone. Like such a bitch for treating the man she loved so coldly just to try and prove that they were 'only good friends' and that's when it dawned on her. She couldn't do this secret relationship thing anymore. She and Ethan either had to let everyone know and risk their jobs. Or it was going to be over for them.

As Ethan's feet pounded along the pavement to catch up with Casey, it took everything in him to not let the tears that stung his eyes, fall out and down his face. He had to give it to her when it came to running, she was the fastest person he knew, but he slowed to a stop as they turned onto the trail, bending over to catch his breath, supporting himself with his hands resting on his knees. He'd just stood upright again after catching his breath when he heard an all too familiar scream of pain that shook him to his core, as the worst scenario rushed into his mind. Casey had just been murdered by someone on the trail who was waiting in the shadows for the perfect victim. Adrenaline took over his veins once more, and he sprinted through the trail in search for his girlfriend. He was sure whatever had gotten her to act like this had to have been caused by Harper because she'd been in a super weird mood after going to her office after being paged. When he found Casey she was still laying in the grass sobbing so hard it was painful to watch, he approached her but didn't step on the grass just yet. "Cinnamon roll? Can I sit with you?" he asked, a little more hopefulness in his voice than he had intended to be there, sighing when he got no response. Pain coursing through him as he watched Casey there in the grass crying. He approached her and crouched down next to her, wrapping his arms round her shuddering frame tentatively, bracing to be rejected but sighed into her hair, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms round his torso, burying her head in the crook of his neck. "It's okay. I'm here for you." he soothed softly as he rubbed her back comfortingly. After a while Casey's sobs subsided and they made there way off of the trail holding hands. As they came upon the park café Casey had planned to take Ethan to, she let out a deep sigh, looking at the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"Can we... talk about it late? I-"

"Hey. Of course. That's fine."

"Thank you. I just want to eat now. And celebrate Jenner's life with you."

With a soft smile, Ethan opened the door to the café, and they took a seat inside, their usual drink order being brought over almost straight away, and they thanked the kind old lady who had become somewhat of a friend to them over the past year since Casey started joining Ethan in walking Jenner. They placed the order for their food, and made small talk whilst they ate it, before they left, Ethan headed to the bathrooms, and Casey went to the counter to talk to the kind old woman, who smiled at her with a fondness only a grandmother would.

"Hello dear. Was everything to your liking today?"

"It was outstanding as always Margret"

"Oh good. I'm glad. ... Now I would notice that look anywhere. What can I do for you darling?"

"Well, you see, the thing is. Ethan... he um... he had to have Jenner put to sleep after he got into an accident with a car. Today marks the 15th year since he brought him home from the rescue shelter and I'm helping Ethan remember him in the best ways possible. I don't suppose you have any of those biscuits he always liked spare, do you?"

"Oh of course I do my sweet. You know I always would keep one safe for the rascal."

Margret walked to the back and returned a few moments later, passing her the biscuit just as Ethan rejoined Casey by her side, lacing their fingers together. "Here you go. I hope whatever it is you have planned goes well. And my condolences for your loss Ethan, my darling." She said with a warm but sad smile as she briefly squeezed Ethan's shoulder with a tight nod. After some goodbyes, Casey and Ethan walked back into the park and down the path to the main gates. Once on the main street, Casey stopped a taxi and this time sat in the back with Ethan, which he had to admit, warmed his heart a little. When they arrived back at Casey's apartment complex, Ethan covered the fare and they walked up to the apartment together. Outside the door Casey knocked even though she had her keys, which confused Ethan.

"Sienna?! We're back!"

".... COMING!"

A few seconds later the door flew open and Sienna handed Casey a blindfold. Turning to Ethan, Casey jumped trying to put it on him which made him laugh.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Trying to blindfold you, duh."

"But why."

"So the surprise isn't ruined."

"... I'll humor you this once."

Ethan smirked as he took the blindfold from her and slipped it over his eyes. After checking he couldn't see, Sienna held the door open and Casey led him into the apartment.

"Okay... I want you to bear in mind that this was all very last minute so not everything is here but.... I do hope you like what we've put together for you okay?"

"Cinnamon roll, you know I'd like anything you put together for me."

"Okay, I want you to brace yourself, count to three and then remove your blindfold."

Casey placed the biscuit Margret had given them on the coffee table and picked up her gift, standing in front of the couch with her roommates in anticipation. When Ethan had counted to three, he removed the blindfold, letting his eyes adjust to the room, gasping as he took in the decorations surrounding him. "Casey... when did you have the time to arrange all of this?" he asked as he moved towards a picture frame with a picture of the three of them in together, all looking happy. "Well. It wasn't all me. I happen to have some very awesome friends who were down to help me and, well, you. All of us here have grieved a loss at some point in our lives so far, but we also all know how much Jenner meant to you. You were inseparable. And we want to help you through this difficult time." Casey spoke softly as he walked around looking at the decorations, appreciating the lengths they had all gone to for him. For Jenner. Suddenly emotion hit him like a train, and he started crying as he turned to Casey, pulling her into a tight hug. Everyone else in the room getting emotional too.

"Uh, Dr. Ramsey." Elijah said as he blew his nose.

"Please. Call me Ethan."

"Okay. Um, Ethan. Casey said it wasn't necessary for me to do seeing as I'm struggling with my money at the moment, but I wanted to get you a gift too. We all did. So well.. this is from myself, Jackie, Sienna and Aurora. It won't match Casey's gift but we uh... here." Elijah hesitated as he passed the wrapped gift, Ethan gratefully accepting it as he sat to open it. He gasped as he removed the wrapping upon seeing what it was.

"Is it... bad?"

"No Dr. Greene, uhm, Elijah.. it's perfect. Thank you."

"Casey mentioned you broke yours and it still hadn't been replaced, so we gathered the same pictures and had another made for you at this shop not too far away. Thankfully, they understood and fast tracked our order but.. the best addition is this.. May I?"

Elijah held out his hand and Ethan passed him the photo cube, watching as he flipped it around before turning it, to show Ethan a picture of Jenner that had wings and a halo added to it, with the caption, 'I'll be waiting for you dad. Love you always.' on it. Tears fell from Ethan's eyes again as he lent on Casey's shoulder, taking the cube back from Elijah. "Okay. My own roommates are out gifting me to my boyfriend now. I may just have to kick y'all out." Casey joked to lighten the mood a little and they chuckled as they dabbed at their eyes with tissues.

"This is emotional. I hate emotion." Jackie sniffled

"Come on Jack. If Ethan can cry then so can we." Aurora said

Ethan hugged Casey and the others took seats on the couches and in chairs as the mood settled back down before Casey gave Ethan her gift.

"Before you open this. I know you aren't one for jewelry, but, like we've said. I know how close you were and still are to Jenner, so I thought this would ease things for you. Because he can still be with you all the time."

Looking a little baffled Ethan carefully opened the gift, throwing the paper to the side as he opened the jewelry box to find a pendant inside. Carefully he opened it, instantly tearing up again as he saw a picture of himself, Jenner and his dad on one side, and a smiley Casey on the other. "Cinnamon roll." he cried as his voice cracked, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her cheek. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you. So so much."

Emotion filled the room again as everyone cried at Casey's gift, and the matching pendant she had been wearing all day, hiding it under her sweater. "What did I do to deserve you all?" Ethan asked, as he dabbed and blinked the last of his tears away. They all shared a light chuckle, and Aurora cleared her throat to give an answer.

"You not only inspired us, but you pushed us in our first year to be our absolute best. You made our bond as friends stronger, for me, you mainly showed me that I needed friends. If I wasn't to end up at stiff as you that is. But most of all, you loved our Cassie. You gave her kindness, compassion, support. Everything you have here. Now. Is because you deserve the kindness and love you've given out. Back."

Jackie looked at her quizzically.

"What?"

"When did you become so sentimental?"

"I could ask you the same damn thing right about now."

"Touche."

After talking about Jenner's memory, there was one more thing to do before they all headed to bed for the night. With the biscuit from Margret tied to a few helium-filled balloons, they headed out onto the balcony and looked up at the sky. Ethan taking the balloons from Sienna.

"Hey buddy. It's your dad. I hope they're looking after you up there, because if they aren't they'll be hell to pay when I get there. Anyway, you um. You don't need to worry about me too much. Your mom and her friends are looking after me down here. You should go ahead on more adventures to tell me all about when we meet again. Just like I'm going to for you. I uh.. Well both me and your mom went to see Margret today, and we've brought you your favourite treat. We thought we'd send it up to you so. Here you go buddy. Enjoy. And remember, small bites. Good boy. I love you. Goodnight for now."

He spoke with thick emotion before letting the balloons go as he tightly held Casey's and Elijah's hands, the others joining the chain as they watched the balloons carry the biscuit higher and higher until they couldn't see it anymore. They headed back inside and locked all the doors and windows, cleaning up the mess and going to bed. Casey and Ethan never spoke about where their relationship stood that night. Were they to remain a secret or not. Little did she know the next morning that question would be answered for her. But for now, her focus was sleep. And cuddling Ethan. 

------ The Next Day ------

Feeling refreshed still, half way into the morning at work the next day, Casey stood in a hallway marking a chart as the hospital's PA system dinged overhead. She expected it to be a trauma call or something calling someone to the ER, but she froze as the familiar voice filled the halls and heads turned to stare at her.

"Good Morning staff of Edenbrook. This is Dr. Ramsey. I sound ridiculously happy given recent circumstances in my personal life. But there is a reason and I no longer care if it costs me my job. I'm happy because of a certain doctor. She's probably blushing right now and untucking her hair trying to hide her face whilst it's scrunched up in embarrassment. Anyway, this is not the time for tangents. I'm in love with and dating Dr. Casey Valentine and I've finally stopped giving fucks to hide it. Casey. I love you. I fucking love you. That will be all. Please resume your days as normal."

Casey rushed to a nearby supply closet, a grin spreading on her face as she shut the door. He loved her.

Truly. Madly. Deeply.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 32 - SBT

Here it is!

"Hey, Sir! You're M, right?" 

Mundy looked down, a few kids had run to him as he was about to hop on his van after his sandwich. 

"Yeah, that's me."

"We got a message from L for you. He says to go to Maurice's street and be there at 3pm sharp!" 

Mundy rolled his eyes at the 'sharp'. Yep, that did look like something that posh snob would say alright.

"That's in…" He looked at his watch. "Half an hour. Alright, I'll be there, thanks kids." 

"You're welcome, bye!" 

And the kids darted away while Mundy hopped in his van. He fastened his seatbelt and started the engine. 

"Right, off to Maurice's then…" 

He pushed the button on his radio and the song diffused in the air. It reminded him of the chat he had with Lulu, the singer. Ha, foolish Mundy thought the man would understand him. How could he, when all the sheilas who saw him admired him? Surely the man knew nothing about loneliness, he could have a different sheila wrapped around him every single night. 

Mundy glanced at his inside rear view mirror and back in front of him. 

And he was cheeky that singer! He did say that he did know what solitude meant. No! He didn't! Or maybe he did but not like Mundy. No one knew it like him, apart maybe from L. Yeah, L understood. He had lost everything a decade ago and lived like the ghost of himself ever since. Yeah, like Mundy.

The van stopped and Mundy hopped off. He leaned against the back of it and lit one of his cheap cigarettes. The contrast in quality with L's ones struck him at first. If the Frenchie's taste in clothes was odd, at least his taste in cigarettes was good. 

Mundy took a drag off of it and blew the smoke away. He had a few minutes to kill so he just stayed there, watching the kids play football in the streets, the last beggars in the queue lining up for some soup, if some was left.

Suddenly, the children all rushed to the pavement and out of their playground to the motorcycle than came in the street. Mundy's eyebrows jumped. He didn't know much about motorcycles but that was a beaut' of a thing! 

It stopped a house or so away from his van and its driver got off of it. He was dressed in a suit and tie, navy blue. 

Nah, it can't be L, can it? The bloke can't drive that.

The kids went to the driver and he crouched to be at eye-level with them. 

"Your motorcycle's amazing!" One of them said. "Can I touch it again? Please!" 

The group of kids were overly excited about the beautiful vehicle. It was slim, black with a dark red sheen. The driver opened the visor. 

"You may, and I will need you to keep an eye on it and on this…" The driver removed his helmet and Mundy realised that indeed it had been none other than L… 

"Tell Maurice that I am trusting him with it, d'accord?"

[Agreed?]

"Yeah!" The kids cheered as Lucien left his motorcycle behind and approached Mundy.

"You may close your jaw." He was smirking. "Argh, and what kind of tobacco is this?! Is it even tobacco?" Lucien swooshed the air in front of his nose while wincing. He took Mundy's cigarette from his very fingers and dropped it on the floor before crushing it under his sole. 

"Oi! That was my bloody cig'!" 

"You call that a cigarette? That was poison you were inhaling!"

"Yeah, isn't that exactly a cigarette, mate?"

"Urgh…" Lucien rolled his eyes up. "In any case, what did you see that made you drop your jaw like this…" The Frenchman looked back in the direction that Mundy had been staring at. "The motorcycle? Ah, oui, it is quite beautiful. I did not know you were a connaisseur."

"It wasn't the bike, although it looks good yeah, never seen any like it before. No, it was you with the kids." 

"Me?" Lucien repeated. "What did I do?" 

"You were bein' nice with them!" 

"Ah, and that surprised you? What do you think I am? These are only children, of course I will be nice to them!" 

"Spook, I did see you torture-mh?!" 

Lucien smacked his hand in front of Mundy's mouth. 

"Not in front of the children!" He whispered with gritted teeth before removing his gloved hand. "You are lucky they are distracted with my motorcycle…"

"Ah, yeah, right… Anyway, you wanted me here, why?" Mundy asked. 

"Because I had no idea where else we could meet. We need to have a chat somewhere calm." Lucien said. 

"Uh… We could try at Maurice's?" 

"Let us try then." 

They went in front of the house and after introducing themselves as L and M, a beggar explained to them that Maurice was actually not in and he couldn't let them in. So a few minutes later, both men were back in the dirty street. 

"You are the native here, where else can we go?" Lucien asked. 

"Uh, I don't know…" 

Lucien rolled his eyes. 

"And I thought your knowledge as an Australian would be useful…" He walked to the passenger's door on the van. He opened it and slipped in.

"Oi, oi, you stop right there!" Mundy  opened the driver's door and looked at his uninvited guest. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

Lucien fastened his seatbelt and looked around him.

"Would you rather hop on my motorcycle? I don't imagine so, even though the seat there is infinitely more comfortable than this… Go on then, hop on and start driving, I will show you a place." 

Mundy sighed. 

"Spook, I swear…" 

The Aussie hopped in and turned the key. The van woke up and she got away from Maurice's street. Mundy took a glance at his passenger. He was sniffing the air and squinting. 

"The smell?" Mundy asked. "It's Dior, mate." 

Lucien chuckled. 

"I wish it were. Non, Christian never made such an atrocity. Continue straight."

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"I told you it's Dior, not Christian or whatever. Still straight after that light?"

"Oui… Bushman, Dior is his last name, Christian is his first name." 

"What?!"

Lucien rolled up his eyes. 

"And whatever it is, it smells of apricots and he doesn't like them. Non, Christian most definitely would never design such a stench. What is it?" Lucien looked left and right, looking for the origin of the smell.

"Hold on, you talk like you know the bloke?" Mundy looked at him briefly, confused.

"I do." 

"Shut your mouth!"

Lucien chuckled. 

"Again, you are free to believe that I am lying, Bushman." He smirked. "Take it left now."

"Yeah, well…" Mundy was unsure if he was believing Lucien. "And to answer you, it's this thingy here that smells of apricots." He pointed at the apricot shaped air freshener dangling off of the inside rear view mirror. 

"Why apricot of all the smells that exist? Take it right at the next traffic light."

"Because that's what I aim for." 

"You shoot apricots in your free time?" Lucien mockingly asked. 

"Nah, you genius. There's a part of the brain that we call the apricot. Hit it with a bullet and your target dies before they know what hit them."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped. 

"We?" He asked. "Who is that? Hunters? And you may park here."

"Oh, alright. And no, not hunters…" Mundy shook his head. "Snipers." 

Lucien's eyes snapped wide. 

"You are in the army?" 

"Not exactly." Mundy parked and cut the engine. "My dad was one when he was in the army. He showed me how to use a rifle when I was hardly bigger than the damn thing."

They were in a street, the van was at a complete stop and they unfastened their seatbelts.

"But you told me your father hated guns?" Lucien asked. 

"Yeah, he hated people who came at night and stole our chicken and geese even more. And he liked hunting, he wasn't against the idea of hunting for food, just not for sports."

"Like father, like son." Lucien said. "I see where the respect and love for animals come from."

"Yeah. So he taught me how to use the bloody thing and by the time I had to go and do my service, people noticed my good aim. They tried to get me to enroll but the idea of killing people just didn't make sense to me. I refused, but that's how a lot of people called me back then, Sniper." 

Lucien smiled. 

"You went from Sniper to Bushman. I do not see an improvement there." 

"And you went from Professor Ski to Spook, I don't know who's doin' best here." 

"Pff…" They both chuckled and hopped off the van. 

Mundy followed Lucien on foot until they arrived in front of an American style diner.

"Oh, I know this place. I've been in this diner before." Mundy said.

"Really?" Lucien raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, I've had a few breakfasts here, their coffee's nice." 

They entered and a waitress came to them. 

"Hey guys - oh, L? Is that you under the mask?" 

"V, may I introduce my… partner in crime, M." 

Victoria looked at the tall man. 

"I know him, you came a few times here, haven't you?" Victoria asked. 

"Yeah, I did." 

"Yeah, you're the coffee and croissant bloke, like L. Except last time you took a muffin." 

"You have a bloody good memory." Mundy said. 

"Yeah! So, want a table for you two, or are you expecting more people?" 

"Non, just the two of us, somewhere calm, please, it is for important business." 

"Oh, I see." Victoria answered. "Go to your table, L, I'll make sure no one gets near." 

"Many thanks, V."

Bushman and Spook took a seat at the Frenchman's usual table. 

"So, what did you want to see me for?" Mundy asked. 

"First, choose something from the menu. If we are going to stay in this establishment, we might as well enjoy something to eat." 

They took a moment to make their choice. 

"I presume you had lunch already?" Lucien asked. 

"Yeah, you?" 

"Likewise. I would go for a dessert…"

"Same. The pancakes look nice." 

"I never tried them."

"Might be a lot though, wanna share?"

Lucien raised his eyes off the menu and he met with the lagoon blue ones. And for a split second, he saw it again, the man in the neatly tied ponytail, the black suit, and the shyness, the embarrassment he had to talk about his feelings. The Frenchman smiled. 

"But of course." 

Mundy smiled. 

"Aces. I'll get a coffee with that." 

"Which kind?" 

"You gonna judge me on my coffee now?" Mundy asked.

"Of course. So, what kind of coffee?" 

"I swear Spook…" Mundy shook his head and Lucien wiggled his eyebrows. "Black, there you go, happy?"

"Ooh, manly."

"Yeah, well, I'm not a sheila in case you hadn't noticed, eh." 

"Really?" Lucien played on. 

"Screw you, Spook… And you, eh? What kind of coffee d'you drink?"

Victoria came at their table, interrupting their banter. 

"So, you guys know what you're gonna get?" 

"Oui, I think so. After you." Lucien said. 

"Right so uh, we'll share the pancakes and uh, a black coffee for me. What about you, Spook?"

"Spook?" Victoria chuckled. 

"Don't you think he looks spooky with his mask?" 

"True." Victoria said. "Why are you wearing that thing, L?"

"The same reason that you are calling me L." He said. "May I have a cappuccino, señorita?" 

[Miss]

Victoria raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. 

"Alright, pancakes, a cappuccino for spooky L and a black coffee for M, is that right?"

"Non" Lucien answered. "I might be 'Spooky L', but then my friend here has to be 'Wild M'." 

"Wild M?" Both M and Victoria repeated. 

"You, Bushman, you know why and you, Victoria, you don't want to know. Now, please, we have to discuss some business." 

"Oh, sure, I'll be quick!" 

Lucien nodded in thanks and Victoria left them.

"So, are you gonna finally tell me what you want?" 

"I have a lead." Lucien said. 

"Alright, I'm listening." Mundy leaned in over the table and whispered. 

"You don't need to whisper, Bushman." Lucien shook his head with a smile. "But here is the deal: Duchemin is throwing a party next week. I can get us in." 

"What?" Mundy's eyes snapped wide. "How d'you know that? And how are you gonna get us in?" 

"A… friend gave me the information." Lucien started to lie. "You surely do not know him, he is a singer. Actually, you might have seen the posters around town a few weeks ago?" 

Mundy's eyes snapped wide.

"You mean that French singer? Lulu? The bloke who sings at the Queen Victoria?" His eyes lit up. 

"It is him indeed." Lucien went on. "He had two places but he cannot go. He thus gave them to me."

"Wait, you know Lulu?" Mundy asked. 

"I do, quite well." Lucien answered. "Why? Do you also know him?" He feigned innocence.

"Yeah, no, I mean, not like a friend, but I uh… I've uh…" Mundy blushed. 

"What is it?" Lucien pushed him. 

Mundy removed his hat and put a hand behind his neck. He looked down. 

"I've uh… I've been to see his shows. He's-he's quite good." 

Lucien smirked. Oh that was it, the spy was back in action with the little mind games, he loved it! 

"Have you? Lucky you, I know his reputation… What did you think of him?" 

"Coffee and pancakes for the gentlemen!" Victoria interrupted them, put everything on the table and left. 

"Thanks."

"Merci, V."

She nodded and left the two men alone. 

"Where do you know Lulu from?" Mundy asked. 

"First, you have to tell me what you thought of him." 

"He's… I don't know, he's something else." Mundy helped himself to a pancake and started digging in. 

"I am told he is quite talented." Lucien tried to encourage Mundy to tell him what he thought, and took a pancake.

"Mate, you should definitely go and watch him. And you understand French, so it would make maybe more sense to you than it does to me. Funnily enough, he sounds like you, you have the same accent."

Lucien smiled.

"I have even been told that we share some physical resemblance too…"

"Really?" Mundy stared at the Frenchman's face. "Actually, yeah, you have the same eyes roughly and uh… yeah, anyway." Mundy had been about to say that even their lips looked similar, those thin lips.

"Ah, I wish I could go."

"His next show is on Saturday," Mundy said between two bites on his pancake. He let his mouth do the speaking while his head was focusing on the dessert. "The place is awfully posh and you gotta wear a suit and tie - not that it would be a problem for you. It's expensive as all hell too. You'll like it. I can take you if you want." 

Lucien's smile couldn't stretch more until that last sentence. 

"Are you… inviting me, Bushman?" 

Mundy stopped chewing, his eyes snapped wide and he raised his eyes from his pancake. His cheeks were pink. 

"Uh, n-no, I mean, it's good music and stuff, and you'd suit the place. I bet you like that kind of posh stuff. Anyway, you've got the right to say no if you don't want to, eh."

"I would love to," Their eyes met, Lucien's looked… different. "But I'm afraid that my evenings are busy." 

"Oh, ok, yeah, you got someone at home, I forgot." Mundy said.

"Thank you however, it is very kind of you." 

"Mh." Mundy shrugged. "So, you have Lulu's tickets to get in Duchemin's party?" 

"Oui. We are quite close friends." 

Mundy raised his eyes to Lucien's. He didn't know if there was more to that sentence than just that.

"Although, Bushman, it is no ordinary party."

"What d'you mean?"

"It is a masquerade ball." 

"What's that? Oh, don't tell me we have to get costumes…?" Mundy asked.

Lucien nodded. 

"I'm afraid so. And that's exactly why I needed to tell you, or rather, ask you."

"Ask me what?" Mundy took a sip of his coffee. 

"Do you want to go to that party with me?"

Mundy's cheeks turned red. He swallowed down the coffee and cleared his throat, pretending that it went the wrong way. 

"So now you're invitin' me, eh Spook?" He asked.

"Bushman, you have to understand that it won't be any mere party. Criminals and rich men of all backgrounds, all more shady than the next, will be there. Besides, given my resemblance with Lulu, I will go as him."

"Ok."

"Non, you don't understand. Lulu has met Duchemin a few times."

"Did he? Why?" Mundy frowned. 

"Don't look so preoccupied, it turns out that Duchemin also enjoys his evenings at the Queen Victoria. He watched a few of Lulu's shows and asked to meet him. What that means is that Duchemin will certainly talk to me as he would to Lulu himself and if you choose to come as my plus one, then he will surely come in contact with you." 

"Oh…" Mundy started to realise the challenge. 

"And you will have to pretend that you don't want to kill him and even do small talk with him. Are you capable of doing that?"

Mundy frowned and pondered. 

"Well… Uh…" 

"I can give you a few tips to try and act the part, should you accept, but it will be a nerve-wrecking experience and I don't want to bring you along for you to ruin it all."

"No, 'course not. I uh…" Mundy thought about his parents. Had it not been 'nerve-wrecking' for them when the farm had been set on fire? "I'll come along." He answered. 

"Are you sure?" Lucien insisted. 

"Yeah." 

"You won't shred Duchemin on sight?"

"No."

"You won't run far away and shoot him from there?"

"Spook... So, what's the plan, we get there and then what?"

"I don't intend to kill him there. Even if we manage to get him to be alone, after a few minutes of absence people will start looking for him and we will no doubt get searched and caught. Non, that would be a terrible idea."

"So you just want to have a drink with him?" Mundy asked. 

"Don't sound so jealous, Bushman…!" Lucien teased. "You are having a drink and pancakes with me right now, non?" 

Mundy rolled up his eyes. 

"Christ, Spook…" 

"But non, my intention is not to enjoy myself there. I want to know more about the man, understand his close security, how untouchable he is. From that, we can think about how we will get to him."

"Ah, I see… Ok, I'll come with you and play by your rules. You seem to know what you're doing."

"Good. Now, I guess you need to get a costume too, don't you?"

"Y-yeah… D'you know where you'll go to get yours?" Mundy asked. 

"I will go to my tailor's."

"Ooh, listen to you, you have a tailor and all… You're so posh, I swear…"

"Well, I make a case of presenting well. You perhaps should take notes." Lucien arrogantly said and sipped on his coffee. 

"Alright, alright… Also, what are you gonna go for? I mean, what disguise?" 

Lucien leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Louis the Fourteenth." 

"Who's that? Please don't tell me it's a French king or something."

Lucien shook his head. 

"It isn't a French king, he was the French king. The one who had the Palace of Versailles built just to prove that he was the greatest king of all Europe." 

Mundy facepalmed. 

"Crikey… D'you ever stop…?"

"It is my second name, Louis." Lucien said. 

"What's your first one, then? Henry-the-bloody-Eighth?"

Lucien chuckled. 

"Non, I'm afraid you are wrong and quite far from the answer. But what about you, what costume will you go for? An arborigenous man who lives in a bush?" 

"What?!"

"Well, the costume itself will be easy to make, tie any old rag around your waist and poof!" Lucien snapped his fingers. "John's your uncle." 

Mundy burst out laughing. 

"First, it's 'Bob's your uncle', not John."

"Are you mocking me for it?! Try and speak French then, hm?" 

"Partout, elle me fait escorte

[Everywhere, she accompanies me]

Et elle me suit, pas à pas"

[She follows me, step after step]

Mundy quoted the song about solitude that Lulu had sung, and Lucien's jaw dropped. His pupils dilated like a cat in the dark and his breath cut short. He recognised the lyrics of course, despite Mundy's accent. Mon Dieu, his accent… A music in itself. The way he slightly twisted the consonants, making them bend and be softer, the way the vowels melted into slight diphtongues. Lucien felt it like a punch to his stomach. He naturally answered with the following lyrics.

"Elle m'attend devant ma porte

[She's waiting for me at my doorstep]

Elle est revenue, elle est là"

[She has come back, here she is]

Mundy's eyebrows jumped in surprise. He didn't expect Lucien to recognise the song on the spot and he had even less anticipated that he would recite the next couple of lines. He said, trying to sing with his husky, low voice:

"The Solitude,"

To which Lucien answered, singing low too, for no else to hear them. 

"La Solitude."

They both let silence fall between them. There was no other way to conclude this song that let the silence wrap those words and scatter them in the air. 

"You know the song?" Mundy asked. 

"It is more than just a song for me. It is an anthem, unfortunately." Lucien said as he finished his coffee. "I am surprised that you know it." He lied. 

"Well… It's uh, Lulu. He sang it and uh… I really liked it." 

"At least there is that." Lucien answered with a smirk. 

"There's what?" 

"If your sense of fashion and elegance in general is non existent, you have yet been blessed with good musical tastes." 

"Yeah, well, thanks for noticin'..." 

They both chuckled. 

"Yeah, it's uh…" Mundy said. "Lulu sang that song and I couldn't get it out of my head. I even bought the cassette, listen to it in the van." 

"Quite the admirer you are." Lucien said, just to see Mundy's embarrassment and it did not fail. 

"Well, his songs really are somethin', the way he sings them too."

"I am surprised that you appreciate music to this extent, in a good way." 

"Used to play the sax back in the days." 

"Really?" Lucien's eyebrows jumped. "Quite some hidden traits you have." 

"Hm, maybe. But yeah, to come back to your point, I'm not entirely sure what I'll go dressed up as. I don't… Uh… I don't have much choice in my cupboard, eh." 

"You could come to the tailor's with me, if you wanted."

Mundy's eyes lowered down. 

"What?! What am I gonna tell him? 'Please mate, do somethin', I need a costume for an awfully posh party of some sort'? And how am I gonna pay for it? The thing surely costs an arm and a leg!" 

Lucien smiled. 

"Says the man who has frequent dinners at Lulu's restaurant, hm?" He answered. "Back in the days, and when I came to know him, he was singing for the most prestigious restaurant of all Paris, where kings and presidents would eat, along with famous singers and movie stars." 

Mundy's eyes were dreamy.

"Gosh…" 

Lucien tilted his head on the side.

"So, will you come with me to the tailor's?" 

Mundy was lost in thought. He was caught in a sudden and brutal daydream: Lulu, his beautiful silhouette, his poetic hair, in Paris, singing his heart out as he did so well, in the night, in the City of Lights…

"Yeah…" 

Lucien chuckled. 

"Bushman?" He snapped his fingers in front of Mundy's face and pulled the man out of his pleasant, open-eyed dream. 

"Huh?" Mundy gasped and straightened his back. "Y-yeah, what?" 

Lucien shook his head, still laughing by himself, and gestured to Victoria who came to them. 

"So, how was it guys?" She asked.

"As usual, very good, V, thank you. Add this bill to me, I shall send someone to pay for it later if that is alright with you."

"Sure, you in a hurry?" 

"Oui, time flies when - uh…" Lucien stopped mid-sentence and frowned.

"When you're in good company!" Victoria finished for him and Mundy could have sworn he saw L's cheeks get a bit of colour. 

The Frenchman stood up and closed the button of his jacket. Mundy followed him out.

"Say hi to Perle for me when you see her, and give her a kiss for me!"

Mundy's blood froze.

"I will, thank you, V." 

[cheemerthelizard]

Crusader of Life (Kakyoin x reader) Chapter 2

Hhhhhhhhhhhhh I still can’t believe I’m doing this as a 100 follower special. Of course, I’m queueing these posts, so this is still the very first day of me being at 100 followers. Anyway, I’ll let you read the story now.

“Oh! Jotaro! Who are those two?” A bright, cheery, female voice called. “Why is one of them covered in blood? Did you get in a fight again?”

”That one doesn’t concern you,” Jotaro replied, referring to Kakyoin, “but this girl has been throwing up, and I know you can fix that.” He set you down in front of his mother, and then continued walking away to another room.

”My, my, you do look pale,” Ms. Kujo said. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you fixed up in no time! Just wait here while I get my medicines.”

”Yes, ma’am.”

After some time, Ms. Kujo came back with some syrup and pills. “Which one would you rather have? Personally, I’d choose the pill, but if you’re not good at just swallowing it, then you should choose the syrup.” Somehow, she saw the distrust on your face, and said, “Oh, don’t worry. I know you’re probably remembering what your parents said, but you can trust me, I promise.”

Hesitantly, you chose the pill and swallowed it.

”Now, get some rest. The medicine won’t start working until about 15 minutes after you’ve taken it, but after that, you’ll feel a lot better.”

”Thank you, Ms. Kujo,” you replied.

”Please, call me Seiko,” she said.

”Hey, Holly!” a burly voice called. “Holly! The boy Jotaro carried in needs some bandages on his head!”

“Coming, Papa!” Seiko called. “Oh! You’re probably confused now. My real name is Holly, but everyone in Japan calls me Seiko. I’ll come and check on you soon. Rest up!”

Oh, but you were way too curious to even close your eyes for a second. You had to know. Who was this Dio? why did Kakyoin need interrogation? Why was Seiko’s father here, and who was he? Why did he need bandages for their enemy? You had to get answers. You wandered around the house for a while until you heard muted talking, then followed the sound.

Once you found the room where the talking was coming from, you walked in to see two men you didn’t know, Kakyoin, Jotaro, and Seiko.

”What are you doing? I told you to get some rest.”

”I’m sorry, Seiko, but I just have so many questions, I had to come in here to answer them!”

“Let her ask, Mom,” Jotaro said. “She does need to know.”

After asking all of your questions, you figured it out: the two men, one of which was Seiko’s father, were named Joseph Joestar and Mohammed Avdol; Dio is an immortal vampire who stole Joseph’s grandfather’s, Jonathan Joestar’s, body (which is a whole different package you were not about to open); Kakyoin needed interrogation because he was Dio’s minion; Joseph was here to tell Jotaro about Dio; and Kakyoin was bandaged because he was being controlled by Dio with a flesh bud (again, you weren’t going to open that package).

“Now, we won’t force you to come with us,” Joseph said, “but I’ve heard from Jotaro that your Stand is very strong, and we could use that. But it’s going to be dangerous. Very dangerous. There’s a chance you could die. We’ll leave it up to you. Remember, the only reason we’re offering this trip is because your Stand is strong enough to protect you.”

“Of course I’ll join,” you replied. “I’ve always wanted to stop the evil happening in this world. The only problem is, I’ve never been able to. But this is a Stand matter. I may die, but if I don’t join you, I’ll never forgive myself. If I can help change this world for the better, or at least prevent it from changing for the worse, then I’m not letting that opportunity go to waste!”

Joseph nodded. “Well, in that case, welcome aboard!”

Since you were supposed to leave in the morning, Seiko let you stay for the night. That night, you had a dream, a dream that you didn’t remember, but left you with a strong feeling of joy. You always loved those dreams that let you wake up with a smile, but you wished you had remembered it. Still, better than those dreams that you woke up with guilt.

”Ugh! I hate Japanese coffee!” Joseph yelled. You heard his voice from the other side of the house.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Kakyoin said while walking by.

“G-good morning, Kakyoin.” Your voice was cracking more than you wanted it to. Why did he leave you with such a nervous feeling? He wasn’t gonna beat you up or anything. Well, you couldn’t focus on that for long, you needed to get dressed for the long journey ahead. Maybe brush your teeth, too. And definitely brush your hair.

After you were completely ready, you went to go find the others. “Hello?” you cried. “Mr. Joestar? Jotaro? Where are you?”

“In here.” Jotaro’s voice called. Good. It wasn’t too far away. You ran in there, and walked in to find a passed out Seiko, and a very worried Joseph and Jotaro.

”Dio laid a curse on my little Holly,” Joseph said, holding back tears. “If we don’t defeat him within 50 days, she’ll die.”

“I’ve found the bug in the photo!” Avdol rushed into the room with an encyclopedia, and Kakyoin quickly coming in after. “It’s a species that only lives in Egypt, so he must be there.”

“Well, we’re wasting time by staying here.” Joseph’s voice lost it’s trembling touch, and his eyes had an intense look in them. “Let’s go to Egypt.”

And with that, the five of you left. Jotaro, and his Star Platinum; Kakyoin, and his Hierophant Green; Joseph, and his Hermit Purple; Avdol, and his Magician’s Red; and (Y/N), and her Ace of Pentacles.

With a team like yours, there was no way you could lose.

[rainandhotchocolate]

Tension - Part 2

A/N Here is fun ol’ part 2! It’s a bit of a filler/ character building chapter, but I hope you still enjoy :) 

Part 2

Rain pounded on the windows of the library, a chill starting to creep into the castle as winter began. Y/N had always liked the rain, it meant that she could convince the house-elves in the kitchen to make her hot chocolates and cosy herself into the Slytherin Common Room with a blanket for the whole evening.

Thunder rumbled loudly, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile, thinking about finishing Slughorn’s essay on sleeping potions curled by one of their charmed windows. Remus knocked her shoulder, glaring at her.

“Can you please pay attention to me for one second?”

“Jeez, is someone on the edge of their cycle,” Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly but Remus looked like he was about to growl at her.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, yes, sorry, I don’t know.”

“You should know, McGonagall said she was going to quiz us next week and I’d rather not get destroyed by the Gryffindors again, who, by the way, I literally never see in here, do they even study?”

“Ok, ok, calm down, I promise I will study before class ok?” Y/N reassured him, “And anyway, you’re ten times smarter than those twats.”

“I just wish they didn’t think they were gods gift to mankind, and with that little one following him around all the time boosting their egos…”

“Yeah I kinda feel sorry for him,” Y/N grabbed another book from the pile, “How bout I quiz you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah ok. Hit me.”

They studied for the rest of the afternoon, only heading to grab the end of dinner once Remus was satisfied. Y/N watched as Remus picked at the chunk of mashed potato he had on his plate, whilst she ate some chicken and broccoli, holding off a little for treacle tart later.

“You feeling ok?”

“Fine.”

“Oh yes, you look super fine Moon-boy.”

“Would you shut up with that,” Remus always was angrier around the full moon, but there was a little part of Y/N that enjoyed teasing him just a little. She wondered if one day she might get a smile out of him during the full moon, but so far she hadn’t quite broken through.

“Alright, well go lie down, I’ll meet you later, ok?” Remus nodded, standing up slowly, keeping his eyes down and walking out of the Great Hall.

“He’s sick again?” Y/N turned to see a Severus watching him closely as he left the hall, eyes narrowed.

“Yep.” 

She ignored his consistent stares and continued her dinner. Severus was always suspicious when Remus didn’t turn up at their dorm every month, and Y/N was sure he would figure it out before long. She doubted that their elaborate lies regarding different wizard-borne illnesses would stop him from researching further, though it was fun confusing him with the occasional charm to put Dragon pox scars on Remus’ face.

“Shove off, Snape,” Regulus pushed him sideways on the Slytherin benches and sat next to Y/N, “Getting a good feed there?”

“I’m a growing girl, Reggie.”

“You did always love those family dinners,” He winked and stole a potato of her plate.

“Oh yes, my favourite,” Y/N avoided rolling her eyes, knowing that Regulus was still in the Black’s good graces, even if he joked around about their similar family traditions. She quickly finished off her dinner and grabbed her bag, “See you around, Black.”

“Adios, Malfoy.”

He winked at her and she rolled her eyes, following Remus’s route out of the hall and towards the dungeons. It was nearly 7 pm and getting steadily darker outside, meaning that Remus would have already been escorted to the Shrieking Shack, or as he called it, his fun personal torture chamber. 

Y/N went up to the dorm and slipped into bed, waiting for the rest of the girls to come in and fall asleep before she got up/ Y/N glanced around the room to ensure the rest of the dorm was snoring loudly. She had a bag stashed underneath her bed with supplies for the evening, sneaking them out of the dorm and into the Slytherin Common Room.

She paused, waiting on the edge of the staircase, scanning the room carefully until she was sure it was clear to sneak out of the front door and out of the dungeons. She followed her way along the edge of the staircases until she reached the first-floor corridor, keeping her hands along the wall to avoid having to light up her wand and wake the portraits. 

Finally, she reached the portrait of Gregory the Smarmy. She pushed it aside and stepped through to a small hole to crawl through, leading to a small set of steps leading downwards.

They led to the side of the castle and into the gardens where she could easily sneak toward the Whomping Willow. Y/N could already hear the screams coming from inside, taking a deep breath before she stretched her back and turned into her Animagus form. It was still painful getting used to it, and she winced as she got down on all fours and stretched out her back before following the passage down and into the shack.

She waited in the entrance for a moment, keeping her breathing short and quiet to try to hide from Remus. Remus and Y/N had a deal when it came to her aiding his transformations. She had to wait a few hours until he had already transformed and eaten, basically until he was calm enough to not hurt her. 

Whilst Y/N had protested, telling him that he should have someone with him when he changed, but with there only being one of her there was no one to tag team if things got hairy.

Once Y/N could only hear Remus huffing, and the sound of him walking over the wooden floorboards, or potentially broken furniture, she crept out towards the shack, her feet padding softly on the ground, not making a sound.

She made a soft growl, warning him of her presence in advance before letting herself be seen by the huge wolf panting in the corner. It had taken over a year, and a butt-load of research, before Remus’ wolf form had allowed for Y/N to enter without a small fight. 

They had found that since Remus was technically the larger and physically stronger of the two, it would require Y/N to ‘submit’ to him, which made Y/N extremely irritated at first. But now, as long as Y/N didn’t try to pull rank, they were able to be together inside the shack and keep each other company, letting Remus exert energy by play-fighting instead of hurting himself.

Remus wore out around 3 or 4am, curling up in the corner and falling asleep, growling softly every few minutes. Y/N found a spot in the other corner to ensure he didn’t accidentally scratch her in the middle of the night and fell asleep quickly, very worn out from the evening’s activities. 

Hours later, light began to stream through the dirty windows and Y/N woke up quickly, looking over to make sure Remus had changed back and grabbed one of the blankets she’d left by his side.

He gave her a weak smile as Y/N turned back, pulling on a coat and pair of pants behind a chest of drawers before going out to join him.

“Ready to go?” Y/N held out a hand, and Remus stood up precariously, leaning on her side, shivering in his blanket. There was blood dripping out from underneath it and she silently cursed, hoping that he hadn’t cut himself too deep. 

She helped pull him out of the passageway from the shrieking shack and tapped the root of the Whomping Willow to stop thrashing around in front of them.

“So that’s how you do it” A voice gasped loudly, coming from just beyond the tree’s roots. Y/N looked around wildly, attempting to pull her wand from her rucksack and face whoever was watching them.

“Sirius, and posse. Of course,” Y/N huffed, lowering her wand as Remus leaned harder on her shoulder, the cut clearly deeper than Y/N had anticipated, “Look can we have whatever this is later? I need to get Remus to Hospital Wing ASAP.”

“Need a fun break from the full moon huh” James cocked an eyebrow, wand still raised at the two of them. Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, reaching back towards her wand.

“What is this an ambush?”

“We were just curious what mister Lupin does every month, on the full moon,” Sirius smiled uncomfortably, watching the two of them closely.

“Well it sounds like you’ve figured it out, aren’t you the smartest bean in Hogwarts. Can we not let Remus die here please?”

“He’s not going to-,“ James started, but as if on queue Remus passed out, falling fast onto the grass.

“Shit- could you guys please put away your wands and help?” Y/N glared at them and they paused, looking much less macho than they did a minute earlier.

“Yes, of course” James finally broke, elbowing Sirius. They both went down to help Y/N pick Remus up. They didn’t say another thing until they heaved him up into the castle and to the Hospital Wing to a waiting, and very confused, Madame Pomfrey.

“What on earth are all of you doing here?” Madame Pomfrey pushed them all away from Remus has they set him down on a bed, “Do you know how dangerous the grounds can be at night?”

“Yeah, in the full moon,” Sirius muttered, and Y/N kicked him in the shin.

“Ok, I need you all to leave and let this boy rest, you can visit him this afternoon,” Madame Pomfrey shuffled them out of the hospital wing quickly. The boys turned to face Y/N almost immediately, making Y/N say in exasperation for whatever they were about to say.

“What are you thinking?”

“He’s dangerous!”

“Why do either of you care?” Y/N was taken aback, expecting much more hate and less concern, “This is really not your problem.”

“He could hurt someone!” James looked bewildered.

“Why do you think he leaves the castle every month!” Y/N stepped forward, eyes flashing at the two boys, “You have no right to come harassing him like this, do you even know what he goes through? Did you ever stop to think how painful it would be to have your entire body contort into something twice your size? Stop digging your nose into things that don’t concern you.”

“We were just trying to -.”

“What? Help? Save Hogwarts from an unknown beast? You know I bet if Remus was in any other house you would have bothered to research more into his condition before you jumped to conclusions.” Y/N hissed at them, turning on her heel and storming away from the two of them, leaving them flabbergasted.

“Who knew a Malfoy could care about something other than themselves,” Sirius raised an eyebrow, watching after her curiously.

“Well not all purebloods are alike are they mate,” James elbowed Sirius grinning, “Come on stop staring at her, let's go see what Peter’s up to. Maybe he’ll help me practice catching the snitch.”

“Drool over you more like it,” Sirius cackled, following James towards the Gryffindor Common Room, but he was still thinking about the fiery look Y/N had given him moments before.

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[crypticcatalys]

Dreams Ive had involving Avatar in no particular order or context.

(This is super long btw)

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11/1/18

I was a na'vi and i was with neytiri and jake at some waterfall. We were Parachuting i guess because we parashuted to the end on the fall and into a lake. There was a barrier at 8 feet so we swam to a car in a parking lot and bille joe Armstrong was there and we drove to a gas station, i woke up.

11/9/18

I was a na'vi. I was jake and neytiri's kid apparently. And tsu'tey was alive and said he was my weird uncle super loud. We were at some seafood restaurant and it was beside the animal kingdom park. These people where being jerks to us and being racist because we were na'vi. There was a tornado for a second then someone yeled that grace was dying so we started running and hopping animal habitat fences and lines while someone was narrating then the girls from despicable me were there. The park was different the floating mountains were still there but it also looked like a mall. Rumpelstiltskin was there and being evil. And something was at stake? I woke up

11/14/18

I was in some warehouse at first then I was at home. Then me and my friends were walking to my grandmas house. I was a na'vi again i think, and they mentioned we were going to go see another na'vi that looked female with a Hispanic accent named Alex i think and that he sold Rick and Morty balloons. My friend said that he wasn't nice and that the last time they saw him he crapped himself? I woke up after that.

11/23/18

I was in some house and there was a guy there he was abusive so I threw a chair at him and my grandma was there. We ran and then we were at some bridge leading to Flight of passage. The bridge was like a rollercoaster because when i crossed it it kept moving. In the ride queue there were Toruk the First Flight performers and it was actually cool. But the actual ride/link area was like a movie theater and it wasn't even flight of passage. It was a 'modern disney character life' simulation movie thing. I woke up from anger.

11/27/18

I was na'vi and i was in this building (our home?) And it was collapsing. Fire was everywhere and when it was destroyed everyone was holding each other and crying.

12/2/18

I was at the store with my mom and my friend was there. I could fly so i picked my friend up and we were on top of the aisle. Some couple was fighting and me and my friend went back to the floor and we ate these heart shaped sugar cookies. Then i heard the song 'Direhorse' and there were Toruk performers there. They were on this stage type thing that sorta went into the ground. I got excited and one of the performers gave me a spear from the Tipani and it was cool. Then i was Booker Baxter and i was telling raven that i could not tell nia that i could fly because she would be sad? I woke up after that.

12/12/18

I was a avatar driver this time. I was with Grace in her avatar and we were in some auditorium type place. We had left on grace's ikran(i guess she had one) and we went to 7-eleven. Grace was looking or was doing something and she had mentioned her old middle school. Some kid was on the roof of the gas pump area and they hung up a couple of laminated song lyrics. Me and grace went back to the auditorium and it was nature-y all of the seats were gone and it was like a outdoor elivated buffet on a waterfall and the roots of this willow tree at the top of the waterfall sorta made seating areas. Me and grace were at a table across from some Korean group from YouTube rewind and jackie chan was there. They all had twins and they were eating cake. One of them gave me a na'vi doll like the ones at Disney. I started eating then i woke up.

12/18/18

I was in some medieval park? And on some sort of field trip. Some couple was mad and calling for someone to come and pick them up. Then something happened and everyone was yelling and causing chaos. The bus/picnic bar thing we drove there had tables full of cake but the benches were gone. Then grace and jake were there and grace told jake that he needed to eat and he said "ok mom" grace smiled and then i woke up.

12/22/18

I was at my school but it had voltrons colors everywhere and I was helping this one kid in a wheel chair get down the stairs but the first time I went down them it didn't work? We went outside and there were busses that were the color of the lions and we had to get on a certain bus. I put the kid on the yellow bus and I got on the black one but it was purple. We drove somewhere shady and then we were in this haunted house above the floor from another dream I had like 2 months before and it was exactly the same except there was this ghost lady robot thing and she was following us and she touched my friends shoulder, and then I was the only person on the ride. Then I was on the floor and there was this mickey mouse stuffed animal puppet thing and it was sorta bouncing in front of me. Then I sorta went Lucid and made the area change to the Tree of Souls from Avatar. I woke up for a second then I was on the side of some highway and I was on a farm in some tribe. Someone shot a arrow through my finger so this nice old lady and her granddaughter broke the arrow and healed me and it reminded me of the Tawkami. Then there was random klance in this old apartment then I woke up again.

12/28/18

I was in a goldfish commercial area under the bed, then i was in a mansion in pixie hollow and the main cast and queen clarion was there. There was a parade sorta and then a buffet with rainbow fruit on pancakes and sugar. I went through some doors and i was home? But it was different. My room was set up like my grandmas and there was some person in there and then i was in the hallway bathroom at my grandmas and some boy was in there. Then I was on a human vacation base on Pandora with some family. I was a avatar driver and there was a field trip group and a class. Music from Toruk was playing and it was the Tipani's theme. Then me and the family went to this cafe type thing and we were beside Na'vi river journey and i could hear the Shaman singing. I got a chocolate cheesecake with whipped cream and when i started eating i woke up.

1/1/19

Sam Worthington was giving me a tutorial on how to draw Jake but the nose was weird.

1/8/19

I was watching this park and jake was there. He was in his human body at first with max and grace in some lab and grace took his phone. Then jake was in his avatar body and he was playing a game with the omyticaya he said something about the color yellow and everyone jumped and laughed. Some amusement park was being shut down then I woke up.

1/17/19

Connie from SU was playing hidden valley but the characters were the diamonds. Then i was in my culinary class and i was talking about someones mom and saying that she was racist. My teacher got mad at me then i was behind a curtain on a stage and this woman was dressed in leather and talking to a crowd. She was with a guy with a cheap looking ikran mask. Then i was at church and it was my school again. Then my friend was there and I fought her and won. Then i was in the office and was getting writen up but mom wasn't. Then i woke up.

1/22/19

James Cameron and Sigorney Weaver were directing Toruk. I was looking for them in the crowd and fangirling. Toruk looked weird with arms instead of wings. Sigorney said hi to me from the technician booth that was beside my chair. Sam Worthington was there and he and sigorney had a scene in the play as their Avatar characters. Jake had accidentally stole a bow and arrow and grace went 'mom mode' and got mad. Then someone had shot a arrow and it hit him in the head but he had protective gear on so he didn't really die. Then i was back home but my living room window showed the stage of the show an sigorney said hi again and i got really happy. Then i opened my dryer and it was full of nickelodian stuff.

2/4/19

Neytiri and jake were role swapped so he was a born Na'vi and she was a dreamwalker. I was a dreamwalker and neytiri's adopted daughter for some reason. We were talking to Quaritch and he was threatening us because he was about to bomb hometree. We convinced him to let us talk to the na'vi and get them out in time. I woke up in my avatar's nivi and jumped to the branch neytiri was on and we went to go find the others.

2/6/19

Hometree was about to be attacked. The RDA was using these weird missiles underwater and flooded Hometree. Avatar Norm was hanging on somewhere near the top of the tree watching toruk fly through a waterfall that formed while saying "come on, where are you" then the water drained and jake and neytiri floated out of the tree base and jake was dressed in his tawtute clothes and Neytiri was a Tessa Thompson look alike in a purple glittery suit and black heels. They started breathing again and jake said something about being relieved.

2/10/19

I was in some field with my Chromebook and on the Avatar website. It was really colorful and pretty. The trailer for the second movie was up but before i could watch it i had to play this mini game. I was Tsu'tey and i was at this river and Mo'at and Eytukan were on a dock on the otherside. This boat had floated towards me and it was full of tools and weapons and Mo'at said I had to find 3 spear heads. I found them and then i was following the river until i was on a dock. I walked to the end of it and i thought i was at the Metkayina clan and i thought i was going to see Bailey Bass' character but i just saw irl her and a bunch of tawtute. Apparently it was a human village and i was the only Na'vi there. I got scared i think and ran. Then some characters from bunkd were there and Mateo was embarrassed about something so he left and was making his own camp when destiny took a tarp/map and gave it to him so he could make a tent. And the camp was by a cornfield.

3/24/19

I was watching Toruk live and i was onstage. Entu, Ralu, and Tsyal were there. The left part of the Hometree stage was deflated. It was really colorful. The tipani spears were on the center stage area. The omiticaya were harvesting something (maybe fruit)from the still standing part of the Hometree and music was playing but it wasn't from the show's soundtrack. Then there was water and something happened and i was in my room and mom told me to wake up. Then my alarm clock wole me up irl.

4/17/19

Jake and neytiri were hunting a angsìk. Tsu'tey and two other hunters were there. One was Na'vi and one was Polynesian. Jake had went to do his plan and Tsu'tey told neytiri it would not work. But they heard something and when they turned around jake was covered in mud and three angstìk were dead. Tsu'tey said that he was surprised and neytiri was dragging jake to a river to make him clean the mud off.

4/25/19

Backstage of Toruk. Friends with Tsyal and the Tsahìk. Cannibal Hotel.

4/27/19

Broke into some guys house with me grandma. Backstage performing TORUK at school on stage. Changed from Tipani to Omiticaya. Found a green chest cover.

5/22/19

I was in ponyville looking for fluttershy's house then i was on the street that connected mine and my Grandma. It was a part of a dream i had before. A pallulukan was there and my grandma kept talking and it almost heard us. Then Neytiri was there and looking for a kid version of Peyral who was hiding in the house we were beside. It was raining so we went in then suddenly Neytiri was dressed as Tsyal.

6/13/19

I was taking a bath and washing the dishes at the same time. Then I was a Na'vi again and we were preparing to fight the RDA. Except we were hiding in my grandads basement/garage and it was huge. There were 2 separate sleeping areas with over 100 bunk-beds in each area and a cafeteria. It was like the Avatar long house but bigger. Norm was there and he was my uncle and he was in his avatar body. The other clans started arriving and going to find beds and get food. I was embarrassed about something. Neytiri was a human/avatar and toruk makto and my mom again in this dream. She was coming back from somewhere but I woke up before seeing her.

7/8/19

I met James Cameron and talked to him about how much I love Avatar and how many times I watched it this year. And at some point Ralu and Entu were involved.

7/14/19

I was selling newspapers at a grocery store when someone made fanart, and a fanvideo of Asal (my avatar oc). But they shipped her with Entu. But I still left a like because it was nice.

8/2/19

I was in the AVATAR program but everything looked different. The technology looked more alien than human. The sleeping areas were just these bunks cut into walls with glass doors so there was no privacy or quiet because they were in a busy hallway. The base was confusing to walk through. Everything looked the same. The link room was smaller and had three link chambers. But they looked different and were glowing orange and black, or purple. Only jake could link completely. Mine and Norm's wouldn't work. Until mine did after a few tries. I could feel my tail move but then I was put back in my human body. We didn't go outside. Then I was in Neytiri's body and i was flying around the Pandora theme park. I was flying around the floating mountains before I was in the line for flight of passage with my friend. The line queue had a Quaritch robot talking about something and part of the millenial falcon in it. We got on the ride and the chairs were like a movie theater and the screen mention a patronus bracelet. Then I woke up and it felt like I was unlinking.

8/10/19

I was in the school and I had to use magic to change a sink full of water into Vodka but I turned it into champagne. I was being graded on it and I got a B. Then I was on a alien planet with two other people. We were found and brought to a base that was playing Christian Horror movies as a joke. We were taken to a back room were they gave us Toruk makeovers. I had started to put the suit on and and had just started to paint my face when I woke up.

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get better : d.d

this was a request by a lovely anon, and I hope you’re feeling a bit better (or getting there at least!) and thank you for the request. obviously I took the idea into a direction I saw best, but I hope you enjoy it either way.  masterlist (that will be organised soon when I have a chance to I promise)

Picking up the third tablet I take the glass of water to ease it down my throat. Out of all of the colourful endless named pills, this one is always the hardest to swallow, it is the one that determines me living until tomorrow. 

For the past seven months, I’ve been living with this. This is my life now, being sick. I don’t want it to dictate my entire life, but sometimes it does. 

Except he doesn’t see that. He sees me at my best. He doesn’t see me sitting with my cannula as I breathe in oxygen desperately. He hasn’t witnessed me vomiting profusely in the early hours of the morning as I cry, as I weep hysterically about this. 

No, to him I’m just sick. And to him, I’ll get better. 

Sometimes I wish I had his optimism. That easy-going outlook on life. I once had it too, when we first met.

We were children, some boy stole my toy so he gave me his to share until I was alright to be left alone. I don’t think I’ve ever been alright to be left alone since.

Growing up we drifted, but when we found each other in LA that was it. Since then things have only gone up, the toy we share tied between the two of us.

I sigh loudly as I focus on my reflection. The tiredness that never goes away and cannot be concealed by makeup. My whole body wracks with exhaustion, and I just have to laugh it off, blame it on being tired. 

 Sitting upright I place the tablets back into the cupboard, back into the order they have to be in as the labels remain faint but memorised off by heart now. I take two of the white ones when I wake up. The yellow one for nausea and the pale pink one in the evening to help ease my headaches and help me sleep. It’s my routine that he doesn’t seem to notice as his toothbrush sits next to mine.

“You wanna go to that theme park today? The others are down for it.” He calls out from my bedroom whilst I look at my reflection.

The thought of it sounds draining, but I can’t say no. “Yeah, I’m down.” I shout back, knowing he’s smiling at his phone as he messages Todd back.

I turn out of the room, grabbing my emergency medication and kit as a just in case, my last resort if all goes wrong at any point.

Sitting in his car I keep my eyes focused ahead rather than watch the cars rushing by on the other side of the road. “You feeling alright, you’ve been pretty quiet most of the way.” David comments as he turns the radio down slightly, allowing me the chance to speak up.

My eyes glance over to him as he keeps his hand lightly resting on the steering wheel. “I’m just thinking about things, that’s all.” I brush it off with a smile that pleases him enough to not ask anything else and we sit quietly, enjoying the music until we arrive at the entrance. 

As he parks I let out a quiet nervous sigh. I clench my fists, ensuring I can still feel them and that my blood circulation is being effective for now. 

We get out of the car and immediately I’m brought into too tight of a hug. As he pulls away his big grin makes me laugh. “Hey Zane, missed you too.” I chuckle as the expression on his face changes as he glances over to David. 

“You feeling alright, Y/n?” Zane asks as he places his hand on my upper arm, focusing on my eyes. 

Clearing my throat I nod and feel David rest his arm around me. “She’s been working overtime of late, catches up at some point.” David explains before I have the chance to tell the truth, which version of it I could’ve chosen to explain will now be unknown to all of them. 

All of us head inside and everyone has ideas on what rides we have to go on first. 

“No, we have to go on the Death Chamber!”

“How about the helta skelta?”

“Come on, that’s for pussies. Let's go on the rocking horse.” 

Everyone is trying to drown out the last person, and I sigh before backing away and sitting down out of the way. 

However, it doesn’t go unnoticed as I see David stand back and join me. 

His eyes are so soft, so caring yet completely blissful as he remains unaware entirely. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? ‘Cause we can always leave.” He tries to justify us leaving suddenly, but I shake my head.

“I’ll be fine. I just needed to gather my thoughts.” I push back the growing lump in my throat and stand up, rejoining the group. “Let’s just do the rocking horse, gotta start somewhere.” 

Somehow they all agree as we head over towards the small queue for the ride as we watch and hear the high pitched whirring sound of screams blending together. It is the kind of sound that could easily make your ears bleed as it is enhanced by the velocity of the ride itself. 

I lean against David who automatically lifts his arm up, bringing me closer to him. Usually, I wouldn’t mind, but right now it is making me feel more claustrophobic than need be. 

Swallowing the growing lump in my throat I take a few deep breaths before the gates open and we all filter through towards the ride. Everyone is talking about it, about things they should film whilst we’re all here and how good it should be. Yet all I can hear is the sound of me trying to breathe as I reach into my bag for my emergency supplies. 

A hand touches my arm, preventing me from going any further. “Sorry Ma’am, no bags on the ride.” The guard tells me as I plead at him with my eyes, but he simply shakes his head. 

“Everything okay?” David asks as he walks back over, glancing to the guard and back at me. 

I pass the guard my bag before smiling to David and following him onto the rocking horse. 

We sit on opposite ends so everyone can get their reaction recorded. As we’re strapped in I feel the clamp cutting off circulation and I check my pulse before David holds my hand, laughing in anticipation. 

“Ready?” He asks with a bright smile and I force back the panic within me and nod. 

“As I’ll ever be.” I respond as I grab a hold of his hand, squeezing it lightly as the ride starts up. 

Getting off of the ride we’re all swaying a bit. We all screamed, but the ringing hasn’t stopped in my ears. 

“Y/n?” From afar I hear my name being called as I see everyone ahead, already walking perfectly fine. “Are you alright?” 

I see the concern in David’s face as he reaches out towards me, and I can feel blood dripping from my nose. 

And before I can react or hear him, everything goes black. 

*

Around me, there aren’t any sounds of people screaming in excitement. The smell of the food stalls are a distant memory and beneath me is something soft. 

“Hey,” Slowly opening my eyes I look up, seeing David sat in front of me. “I’m glad you woke up.” He says calmly as his eyes remain on mine whilst I move to sit upright, but he quickly moves closer, helping me to stay down. “Doc advised you don’t make any sudden movements.” 

Looking around I realise we’re back at my house. We’re in my living room where I stupidly left a book on this under the sofa. Now it is on the table beside David. “So, you know.” I state quietly. 

“I’ve known all along, Y/n. I, I just didn’t want to believe it.” He mutters before standing up, taking the book in his hand. 

It’s a heavy book for the subject matter. All of it is filled with stories of potential loss or potential gain, depending on your particular condition. Mine at this stage could go either way. 

“So why haven’t you said anything David? All this time I’ve been trying to deal with it and you just sat there, ignoring it?” I scoff loudly as I rub my face, seeing him pacing up and down. “Can you stop? It’s making me dizzy.” 

David stands still before sighing loudly. “I, I didn’t want to accept it because I knew what it meant.” He says softly as he kneels down next to me, his hand lightly brushing my cheek. “I’ve seen your medication, I know about the emergency supplies and all the numbers to dial. I knew all of it.” He explains how he knew who to call when I collapsed, what I needed to take at that moment and how to deal with it in a rational way. 

“You really did your homework, didn’t you?” I ask as I reach up slowly placing my hand on his cheek as he leans against it. 

He smiles sweetly at me. “Well, this is one class I don’t want to fail, baby. I’ll always be here, every step of the way.”