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bakudekushimasimp · 3 years ago

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warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

Picture credit to: @Milmil21229 and @BrttPaige on Twitter

Pairing: KatsukiBakugouxreader

Summary: you and Bakugou are ex’s (yay plot twist) bad break up involving another female. Both your bands show up to a battle of the bands, you both get to watch each other perform. In the end your band wins and his is runner up. both your bands go out to celebrate..

A/N: I actually ended this very abruptly after the smut part, I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my other ones I just really fantasized over drummer Bakugo. I would definitely say this is Bakugo fluff. He is not even half as rude as usually portrayed. Side note: your band~ misery business;paramore His band~ can you feel my heart; BMTH

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You push threw sweaty bodies making a path for your band to get backstage, and to your dressing room. You elbow and shove people creating a commotion as people start to recognize you and your group. You finally break through the crowd and you wait for your band members to emerge from the pit. Shinsou, Amajiki, and Jirou all stumble forward. Amajiki rams into you and you somewhat catch him before you both land in a pile on the ground. He looks down apologizing but you stand straight brushing off your skirt and fixing your thigh high boots. “You’re fine, I’m fine. We’re good then.” You show him a gentle smile before your resting bitch face is plastered back on. You look around at the different bands making their way to their rooms, and grabbing various things getting set up for their performance. You find the closest person with ‘Stagehand’ printed on their shirt. You sauntered over to him his arms crossed right below the words he’s directing people in different directions. You walk up and glance at his name tag ‘Tokoyami’. “Hey Tokyo, can you point us in the direction of The Shadows dressing room.” He looks at you seemingly annoyed at his nickname you gave him as he looks at your group before pointing you in the right direction. Your band makes it to the door of your dressing room, but right before you get the chance to enter you see a bright flash of red in the style of spikes. You only know one single person to have that hairstyle meaning there was someone you’ve been avoiding not to far behind him. Shinso seems to notice and he looks at you, “just ignore it, we came here to perform and win.” He puts his hand on the small of your back and you turn into the room.

Bakugou is following behind Kirishima as the are a few feet away from their dressing room. Multiple people had stopped them on their way recognizing the attractive band members, trying to get pictures and congratulating them on their recent release. Kirishima pushes the door open and they all start to flood in. Denki quickly grabs Bakugou pulling him back and pointing a couple doors down. “That’s Jirou isn’t it! From the Shadows?” Bakugou’s hands spark knowing that could only mean one thing. His ex was here to perform. He shoved denki’s hand off his arm and stomped into the dressing room. “What’s your problem?” Denki looks confused. “Shut up, Pikachu!” Bakugou screams at him. The door closing behind him.

You and your band are ready to perform, and your up next. You’re waiting off stage watching the band come to a close, the crowd erupting into cheers. Jirou slings an arm around you grinning. “You ready?” You turn to her, “More than ever.” Shinsou smirks knowing now that you knew he was here you were going to give it your all even more so than before. Especially with your song choice. You were going to perform your cover of ‘Misery Business’ by paramore. Which always killed the crowds. You abruptly turn around to face him and catch his smirk. You look into his deep purple eyes, “how do I look?” Amajiki answers before he can in a quiet whisper, “amazing..” You look to him and hug him noticing how nervous he is, “Thank you Jiki, let’s kill this.” You squeeze his shoulders and turn around. The band that was once on stage is now gone and the stagehands quickly adjust everything for your band to perform. You fix your skirt that is just long enough to cover your round ass, and your crop top that has several tears on the shoulders. Your curls are sticking to your forehead already from the heat. You swing your hair over your shoulder so it falls down your back. You shift side to side in your thigh high boots loving the way they made your legs look and how they hugged your thighs. You took a deep breath as you hear your introduction and the lights dim. You look up through your lashes with a grin on your face, and start to walk out onto stage with your band mates. You listen to the crowd chant your band name, and occasionally you hear different fans shouting out for their favorite band member. You all take your places on the stage that now had fog spreading over it swallowing your feet, and only dim purple lights shining enough to give the illusion of you and your band only being shadows. You hear Shinso start to tap his drumsticks and that’s when the performance begins.

Bakugou’s band made its way to the side of the stage as they were told to get ready, they were on next. As he got nearer he could hear the current band playing. All his band mates slowed their steps until they finally came to the clearing. The crowd was going insane, the pit was a blur of movement. There was bands on both sides of the stage watching as the band onstage performed. His band mates slowly looked to Bakugou as they realized the person in the middle of the stage singing standing between a guy and girl strumming their lives out onto their guitars. Bakugou’s face turned red as he knew that voice anywhere, the lyrics shaking his whole body.

“She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock! It's a matter of time before we all run out, when I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth! I waited eight long months, she finally set him free, I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me. Two weeks and we had caught on fire, she’s got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile!”

Kirishima put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, “it’s just a song bro-“

“She looks.. so good.” Bakugou was entranced by the emotion you put into the song and how happy you looked to be performing. He couldn’t believe it was your band getting this big of a reaction out of the crowd and the other bands. The heat in his face quickly rushed to his lower body as you started to walk away from your other band mates and he got an actual look at you. Your skirt was just the kind that use to drive him so crazy he would have to take you wherever he could back when you were together. His muscles tensed as you walked back to your drummer, looking at him and running your hand down his chest as he hit played. As you ran your hand down seductively and slowly you sang out your part, “but god does it feel sooo goood!” Bakugou’s hands sparked and he took a step forward just for Kirishima to grab him by his bicep. With his fist clenched he stepped back into his place, he knew why you chose this song. He knew who you sang about when you screamed the lyrics, “once a whore, you’re nothing more-“ into the microphone. It was his fault. He should’ve never messed around with the groupie he did. Back when he first started performing shows with his band. Dismissing you not believing your potential to be a lead in a band yourself. And here he was eating his words. Your song came to a close, and all he could do was decide to show you just the way you showed him, through his performance.

“We’re changing the song.” He growled out.

“Wait- what.” Denki and Sero said together.

“Bro are your sure that’s a good idea we’ve been rehearsing for weeks over this song.” Kirishima spoke out. “Shut up shitty hair I know what I’m doing, we’re doing the cover!” Bakugou snapped. Kirishima looked at the other boys and shrugged, “Okay bro- if you’re ready to perform it.”

You stood in the middle of the stage your curls sticking all over your face. You beamed in the lights shining on you and your bandmates. The crowd drank every bit of your performance in, they couldn’t get enough. The screams drowned out everything, making your ears ring. You all took a bow and walked off the other side of the stage. Other bands clapped you on the back and beamed at you explaining how amazing your performance was and they’ve never seen the crowd so alive. Some back stage helpers handed your group towels and water bottles, which you all gladly accepted. You showered your bandmates in compliments making sure they knew how well they did. You were so wrapped up in everything going on you completely missed the next band being introduced. Jirou and Amajiki went to stand off stage to watch the rest of the performances. Shinsou moved over to you and placed his hand on the small of your back where it comfortably rest. He eyed you, “how do you always still look so amazing after a performance like that,” You stomach tied in a knot and you smiled down at your boots. Shinsou had been there for you since your rough break up a couple months ago, he was there when you first started your band up. He happily offered to be your drummer, after he fell in love with your voice. You felt as if someone was staring at you so you stepped away looking around to see the culprit. Your eyes never met with anyone else’s everyone seemed occupied with their own things. You took another drink of your water bottle and wiped your face and neck. “Let’s go watch the last few performances, see if they’re really any competition.” You dragged him off to the side stage meeting Jirou and Amajiki. Jirou held her hand out stopping you from moving all the way to the front of the crowd of bands. You stopped in your tracks looking confused at Jirou then peering over to see who exactly was performing. That’s when red vermillion eyes met yours.

Bakugou’s anger was soaring through the roof as he watch Shinsou place his hand right above your perfectly round ass, at the small of your back as he whispered in your ear. He almost snapped his drumsticks in two as he watch the interaction, with only himself to blame. He kicked himself again, as he watch you take his hand pulling your new drummer to watch HIM play. His friends started preparing for their performance, getting their instruments tuned and ready. Until you finally looked up and met his eyes. His face still holding a scowl as he watched your close actions with your drummer boy. Kirishima stepped up beside him and softly spoke to him, “it’s time to start bro..”

Bakugou tore his eyes away from yours after sending a threatening glare to the lavender hair man hovering behind you who only smirked in response. His hands tightened around his drumsticks as he walked back to his set and got ready. His knee was already bouncing in irritation. He was ready to play all his anger and mixed emotions into this song, even if that meant leaving a pile of wreck in replace of this drum set. The song started and it was time to show you exactly how he felt, and to show pretty boy who was the real drummer.

You stood frozen in place as you realized the eyes you felt staring at you watching your every movement belonged to no other than your ex-boyfriends. You watched as he ripped his eyes from yours and stomped to his place. Once the stage came alive you couldn’t help but only watch him. You felt weak, giving him all your attention like this. You should have walked away and not even stayed for his performance, but you were intrigued just by the song choice. Anyone who was here at the battle of the bands would recognize this song. Kirishima had started the song, instantly grabbing the attention of the crowd. But that’s when the next verse came and your attention was snatched from you.

“Can you help the hopeless?

Well, I'm begging on my knees

Can you save my bastard soul?

Will you wait for me?

I'm sorry, brothers, so sorry, lover

Forgive me, father, I love you, mother.”

Your gut wrenched at the thought of him pouring his emotions into the lyrics of this song. Showing you just how he felt. Here he was usually boarding up his heart and hiding his true feelings, but now he was on stage in front of hundreds of people pouring out everything into one song. You were mesmerized by the way he so effortlessly played the drums. The crowd loved the drop dead boy band group, they looked just as alive as when your band performed. You looked to your bandmates as Jirou had her eyes set on one of Bakugou’s band mates, known as Denki. They were basically eye fucking across the stage his whole body shifted in her direction. Amajiki was hidden between other bands but still looked interested, you remember him saying he enjoyed this song before. Shinsou who was now besides you instead of behind you looked at you, as you looked at him. He mouthed, “are you okay?” You nodded your head. The other bands buzzed and vibed enjoying the performance just as much as the audience. The song was coming to an end and your eyes couldn’t help but fall back onto the drummer who you used to call your own. Tears threatened to prick your eyes as he closed the song,

“I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone, I long for that feeling to not feel at all

The higher I get, the lower I'll sink

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim!

Can you feel my heart?

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel, can you feel my heart!”

The song ended and your heart was aching, you had so many different emotions running through you your mind was spinning. The crowd cheered screaming their band name. You were still looking at Bakugou who’s head was hung and eyes still closed. You wanted to go to him but everything inside you was fighting it. He finally looked up. He stood walking around the drum set emotionless. He tucked his drumstick into his pocket and the band threw their fists up. They all then dispersed off the stage. You felt suffocated and turned and walked away from the side of the stage your group following behind.

The battle continued to go on as you stayed cooped up in your dressing room. It was pretty much silence as no one knew what to say after the performance. You had teased Jirou for a little but everything went back to quiet. You all just sat on your phones scrolling through trying to distract yourselves until the end of the battles. A notification pops up at the top of your screen, you pull it down to see it was on Shinsou texting you. You peek over your phone to meet his purple ones. You smile and sigh setting your phone down. Just as your about to say something there’s a knock on the door. Jirou jumps up to crack it open until she swings it open. “Tokyo!” You say. He grunts, “they’re about to announce the winner.” You chuckle and look at your friends and gesture towards the door indicating you should go. You all stand up and walk to the stage where all the bands stand. You take your place among a few other groups on one side. You catch yourself innocently looking for the blonde hair sticking in different directions until you feel an arm sling over your shoulder. You look over to see your band members anxious yet excited to hear the winner.

“The winner of tonight’s battle of the bands is..” everyone on stage holds their breath, it’s the quietest it’s been the whole night. You could even hear a pen drop.

“ THE SHADOWS” the crowd erupts into a crazy frenzy and Jirou jumps up and down her ear jacks going everywhere. Amajiki looks shocked beyond relief as Jirou shakes him back and forth. Shinso squeezes your shoulders, “we should probably step forward.”

You’re in a daze as your all walk to the front of the stage. “Runner up, they almost knocked them right out of the first place spot..”

“Explosive Riots!!” The crowd goes even crazier jumping and screaming the boys names. Everything starts ringing in your ears as you look over and watch the band make their way to the front. Kirishima walks ahead of the others as Bakugou is right behind him stalking up towards the announcer. He’s glaring in your direction but his face softens and he just looks at his feet. The announcer hands the trophy to you and you gingerly take it but then remember the nights you stayed awake, the hard work you put in, the tears the pain and you grab that award and you lift it into the air stepping forward more proud of yourself than anyone. The bring the check out and hand it to your bandmates. They then bring the last award out and hand it to the other band. “Congratulations to both bands!” You step forward to shake hands with Kirishima as they’re about to take a picture but Shinso steps in front of you first placing his hand right into the same place he always rest it. Bakugou notices immediately and yanks kirishima back grabbing Shinsou’s hand roughly then letting a small explosive go off into his hand. Shinsou only grins and steps back. Everyone starts to disperse off stage and out of the building. There’s a couple more photos taken and you and your band make your way backstage. Your standing talking to some other bands as everyone is leaving as it’s already late at night. You suggest going out to celebrate your win with your band when you see people being dispersed in a bee line headed straight for your band. You look over to see a seething Bakugou headed straight at you. Or you thought he was coming for you until his hands are balled up in Shinsou’s shirt. Kirishima and the rest of his band coming quickly behind him. Just as Bakugou goes to shoot a blast off in Shinsou’s face, Kirishima grabs his arm once again pulling him back making him drop Shinsou. Both bands facing each other you step in front of Shinsou.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You shout.

Kirishima gingerly chuckles and steps in front of Bakugou shoving him back.

“We were just on our way over here to invite you to come celebrate our wins together. There’s a club down the road, we occasionally hit after shows.” He rubs his hand behind his neck. You’re looking between his band and your band, Jirou and Denki making small talk she’s twisting her ear jacks around one finger. Amajiki and Sero are discussing their cords. It’s just you four facing each other. You cross your arms and stand back a little closer to Shinso. “So what do you say?” Kirishima pushes the question further. Shinsou flashes a toothy grin and throws and arm around your shoulders, “we’d love to join you.. if you can keep your Pomeranian on a leash.” Bakugou fights to get around Kirishima, “oi, move it shitty hair!” You sigh rolling your eyes walking past all the boys making sure to sway your hips and barely brush against Bakugou as you pass by him. “If we’re going let’s go, before I change my mind.” Bakugou’s full attention has shifted to you as he watches you in your short skirt walking away. He’s like a Lion watching his prey as he walks after you before Kirishima then grabs him by the collar of his shirt holding him back. He watches as Shinso passes by smirking and shrugging. Jogging to catch up to you, the rest of the bands following after.

Bakugou follows behind the two groups down the road, walking beside Kirishima. He kicks rocks as he walks groan and grumbling as he goes. Kirishima laughs and nudges him, “you know you can’t exactly be mad when you’re the one who got yourself in this mess.”

“Shut. Up. Shitty hair.” He grumbles. He’s angry because he knows it’s his fault, he’s very aware and has been every cold lonely night since you left his sorry ass. All he wanted was to make things right with you. He missed you in his bed, at his performances, standing in his kitchen with just his shirt to cover that delicious figure of yours. He missed your crazy sex sessions. He missed everything about you. He couldn’t help himself but be upset when he saw Shinsou do those things, it’s like he knew it got under his skin. He looked up the sidewalk to see you both walking beside each other, Shinsou had just said something to make you laugh, and add that to the many things he missed. Your laugh. Echoing through his ears. He slouched his shoulders. “Man, cheer up you can always tell her how you feel. Without the song. Tell her tonight or just simply congratulate her. Shit, she did damn good tonight.” Kirishima boasted. “Tch- I already know this.”

You walk up to the club doors going inside and making your way to the bar. The two bands find a booth area to share and sit down. Some order drinks from the waitress walking around, but you chose to order straight from the bar. Shinso had sat down with the others. You took a breath an image of Bakugou performing earlier crossing your mind. It made your cheeks warm remember the unknown emotion spilling out of him. That warmth spread straight to your core remember his face and the sweat. His muscle contracting as he drummed his heart out. His tattoos danced on his skin. You licked your lips and ordered your drink. As soon as you got it gulping it down. If you were going to face your ex tonight you’d definitely need a couple drinks first. You get a refill and head back to the booth area everyone is chilling at. Jirou is already deep in conversation with Denki whispering in her ear and her giggling. Amajiki continued to converse with Sero as Kirishima chimes in every now and then. Then there was Bakugou sitting with his arms crossed on his chest legs planted apart you followed his state to Shinsou who sat with his arms behind his head, relaxed back. If looks could kill. The waitress comes up with a round of shots and you quickly take that moment to break the tension. “Shots everybody!” You clear your throat and everyone starts grabbing one. You take two in your hand, handing one to Shinso who happily takes it. Then you turn to Bakugou and lean down letting your crop top pool away from your body revealing your black lace bra to him as you hand the shot out to him. His eyes quick Avery to your breast that are practically spilling out of your bra and you smirk, “eyes up here Katsuki.” He looks up to you and takes the shot. “Cheers for tonight’s performances and winning the battles!” You shout already feeling good from your two drinks. The bands shout cheers and tilt their drinks back.

Bakugou watches you over his shot as you down your shot. Everyone goes back to socializing but in a brighter mood. Soon they start to disperse and make their way to other areas of the club. Shinsou stands up and whispers something into your ear and a blush creeps across your face. Bakugou watches intently as he walks away and leaves just you two. You look down at him and he picks up another shot tilting it to you. You sit across from him and grab another picking it up and tossing it back. You’re now feeling tipsy. And you cross your legs giving him a clear view of the barely there lace between your cushiony thighs. He was in the middle of taking his shot when he slightly chokes then roughly swallows the rest of the liquor. “There’s something I need to say-“ Bakugou clears his throat. Your eyes haven’t left him as you raise and eyebrow. You get up and walk over to him sitting next to him. “Speak then.” You whisper into his ear as he clutches his knee with his hand shivers run through his body. He takes another shot and he word vomits.

“I know I hurt you, and I know there’s nothing I can do to change that. But I wanted to let you know I see you. I see how much better you’re doing without me. How much your striving. You killed shit tonight. I was so impressed, I knew you could sing but you surprised me when you owned the stage like that. I should’ve never doubted you. I should’ve never let those groupies get in between us and ruin the amazing thing we had. None of them could compare to you. You’re literally everything anyone could want and more. I guess that’s why I’m so jealous of Shinsou, being close to you. Being in the spot I used to be in. The way he touches you and makes you laugh. That should be me, I miss you. I miss everything about you, your entire presence. I-“ You slip your hand on his thigh. His cock twitches in his pants and he looks up to you. You’re already looking at him, you lick your lips and smile. His eyes follow your tongue as it drags across your lips. You tilt your head. “Katsuki, Shinsou isn’t your replacement. But he was there for me. When you did what you did. And he helped me learn that I can forgive you. But I needed to stop thinking about you and think about me. And now I’ve become stronger, and more confident and resilient. I’m me. I’m not the same person I was when I was with you. But.. I’m willing to work on things if you are. But you actually have to try. That doesn’t mean things will go back to the way they were but it’s a start.” He just looks into your eyes for a while not believing you are actually willing to start things anew with him. He pushes one of your stray hairs behind your ear and you lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, how much you’ve missed his intimate touch. Bakugo takes the opportunity to lean forward and capture your lips in his. You pull back and open your eyes. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, “should I not have done that?” Heat is pooling in your core right now, you chuckle. “You’re still a cocky son of a bitch.”

You wrap your hands in his blonde tresses pulling him into a heated kisses moaning into his mouth. He shoves his tongue into your mouth his stud hitting your teeth then exploring your mouth. Your hand moves up his thigh and rubs his hard on. He groans into the kiss and pulls away leaning his head on your neck. “Want to get out of here?” He leans back and looks at you. I’ll probably regret this in the morning you think to yourself but the alcohol in your mind shoves the answer out of your mouth, “yes.” He links his fingers between yours as he basically drags you out of the club. He calls a cab over and you both slide into the back seat. You both steal kisses here and there until you get to a familiar apartment building. He pays the taxi and you both get out dashing to the door. You stumble through already locked back into a passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him deeper in and he kicks his door shut, locking as it closes. He breaks the kiss and you look around. He’s definitely switched it up since you left but not even in a bad way. It looked a lot nicer, you took a deep breath in taking in his sent as it surrounded you completely. Bakugou already had his shoes kicked off and his shirt ripped up off his shoulders. You went to take the skirt off but he growled, “leave it on.” You smiled knowing what these skirts did to you. He pulled you back into him crashing your lips together then trailing down to your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin leaving love bites everywhere. He knew all the places to make your pussy so wet your underwear were soaked. He lifted you up and set you on the counter pulling your shirt up and over your head. You trailed your hands up his tattoo arms then down his chest to his abs. You kisses his collarbone and rubbed him through his pants. “Mmm” He tilted his head back. You unbuttoned his pants as he I clipped your bra. You let the bra slide down your arms as you flung it somewhere into the room next to where you sat on the counter. He shuffled out of his pants putting the pitched tent in his pants on full display. He wedged himself between your thighs gently laying you back, he pulled your panties off from underneath your skirt. “Damn princess, are you that wet already? You haven’t been taking care of yourself have you..” he ran his hands down your body grabbing your below the knee and spreading you open so he could see just how wet you were for him. “The toys just don’t do it for me-“ you breath out shakily as the cool are hits you. Bakugo runs his hard length along your slick, only to pull away. “Do not tease me Katsuki.” He tightens his grip on your legs. He loved when you addressed him by his first name. He planted kisses along your thighs until he reached your core. He blew cold air onto your wetness. You clenched around nothing and arched your back. He looked up at you from between your thighs, you squirming already. He let your legs rest on his shoulders as his hands reached for your hardened peaks. Twisting and pulling your nipples as he licked up your slit. You gasped taking in the sheer pleasure feeling as if you’d reach your climax right then. He took your clit into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks sucking on it before flicking his tongue over it. “Katsuki,” you moaned out for him ready to fall apart. He let go of your right bud to bring his hand down to where he was feasting on you. He slowly rubbed circles around your entrance with his middle finger as he licked viciously at your clit, his tongue piercing rolling against your swollen bud of nerves. “You like that teddy bear?” You reeled in the bliss of him using your pet name from when you were together. It made you even wetter. He caught on right away as you pushed your wetness onto his finger, he took his ring finger and collected your slick with his fingers before slipping them gently into you. He pinched your nipple as he start to thrust his fingers in and out of your core, letting the lewd sounds fill his apartment once again. How he missed the sounds of your moans ringing through his empty apartment.

His cock throbbed, pre cum dripping from the tip. He hooked his fingers inside of you feeling you clenching around his fingers, your release approaching quickly. He released your clit and stood connecting his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he muted you with his tongue. You tasted yourself on him, he pulled away from you a long string of saliva still connecting your mouths as you let your tongue hang out of your mouth with your eyes glazed over with lust. Bakugou loved seeing you melt under his touch, being so open and vulnerable to him. He plunged his fingers in and out of you at a quicker speed pressing against your g-spot everytime. He looked into your eyes as your mouth still open for him with drool running down your chin and the corners of your mouth. He collected the saliva and juices in his mouth and grabbed your throat with his hand he had occupied with your nipple. He didn’t want to spat into your mouth but let the string of spit drip down into your mouth as you happily let it intrude your mouth dripping onto your tongue and you swallowing. He then took your nipple into his mouth shoving his fingers into your mouth to replace his tongue. You sucked on his fingers as you went over the edge squirting on his hand. He let go of your nipple with a pop and watched as you squirted up his forearm. “That’s right teddy bear, cum for me” Your back arched off the counter as you finished your legs quaking. He eased you out of your orgasm. He scooped you up your skirt wet sticking to your ass as he walked into his living room and dropped onto the couch you straddling his hips. He kissed your jaw and your neck as you caught your breath. You grabbed both sides of his face kissing him, then trailed your kisses down his neck biting his collar bone and moving down his chest. You licked one of his buds pulling it into his mouth as he moaned and moved to his other repeating the action you then, licked his abs leaving a trail of marks down then until you reached his massive cock. You grabbed it wrapping both your hands around it and started stroking it. His hands gripped the couch cushions, he leaned his head back eyes closed in ecstasy. You took his engorged head into your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip. He wrapped one hand into your hair as you slowly bobbed your head making your way down his entire length. It had been a while since you’ve performed on him so you couldn’t go all the way before he hit the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. He slightly chuckled moving your curls away from your face wrapping them in his big hand, “take your time teddy bear” you look at him through your lashes with your big doe eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you tried to force more of him down your throat. His hips bucked into you causing him to shove more down your throat. You swallowed and it aloud you to take more of him. You cupped his balls massaging them and he couldn’t help himself to continue to fuck your pretty face. “Mmm, just like that teddy bear. You’re doing so good for me.” He shoved his cock into your mouth repeatedly until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled you up to him by your hair and flipped you over so your knees were on the cushions and your arms were resting on the back of the couch. He rubbed his head at your entrance, “are you ready teddy bear” you nodded quickly confirming this is what you wanted. He ran one of his hands down your back to the small of it right about your skirt. He unzipped it and let it fall onto the couch. He slapped your ass and slowly eased his head into your entrance. You whimpered as he stretched you. He grabbed your shoulder while the other hand rest on your hip and slowly eased himself in. He bottomed out letting you adjust to him. You slowly shifted yourself and starting to move front and backwards rocking yourself on your knees fucking yourself on his cock. “Fuck- baby.. your so tight.” He started thrusting into you and you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder. Bakugo was staring at where you both met, as he was entering you enjoying the view of his cock splitting you apart. You’re cheeks reddened as he looked up and caught you watching him. He smirked at you and slapped your ass leaving a pink handprint. He pulled you back onto his cock picking up his pace fucking you hard showing you just how much he missed you wrapped around him. You faced forward now moaning crazy almost positive any of his neighbors could hear you. He grabbed your hair and rutted into you slamming himself into you hitting your soft spot as your gummy walls sucked him in. He felts himself coming closer to his finish. You started to throw it back at the same time he was thrusting in and he groaned loudly, “fuck teddy bear you like throwing that ass back on this fat fucking cock don’t you” another rough smack landed against your opposite cheek, your ass now a pink on both sides. You both moved in sync and he grabbed both your hips. “I’m about to cu-“ he slammed into you hitting your cervix as you screamed out, “Katsuki.” He grinded against you riding his finish out. He then pulled out watching as his seed dripped out of you onto your skirt. “So sexy” he rubbed circles on your ass. You lay slumped over the side of the couch. He grabs a throw blanket from one of the chairs sitting off to the side and wraps it around you picking you up bridal style. You lay your head against his shoulder. “You can rest, I’ll clean you up teddy bear. Don’t worry.” You relaxed into him and let your eyes close, not sure if you’d regret it anymore in the morning.

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Love Lockdown - Part 5

Back to December - Part 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: In the December prior to the pandemic, you spend Christmas with Chris in Boston, a first time meeting between you and his extended family. You struggle with implications of seriousness this milestone has on your relationship with Chris.

Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop, Profanity, healthy dose of Fluff, sprinkle of Sexual suggestiveness

Notes: So much was really working against me getting this up for y’all lol, but nothing worth having comes easy, right? Anyways, tried some new stuff I learned in some articles I read, more showing, less telling. Allusions and metaphors. We’ll see how it comes across. Christmas in October anyone? Read the previous part here!

The ding DONG of the doorbell echoes so exaggeratedly, it had to have been your imagination. No, I’m really here now. With your blood pumping loudly in your ears, you stare straight ahead at the barrier to entry, and seemingly to your happy future.

A Christmas-covered front door shouldn’t cause you this much stress, but here you were, feeling mocked by smiling snowmen and delicate, origami snowflakes.

You try to focus instead on one of the many thoughts flurrying your mind.

What if they hate me? Valid question, but sooo not the vibe right now. You go for another.

What if I hate THEM? Nice. None of these thoughts are stilling your rapidly beating heart.

“Ow! Loosen up the vice grip, will ya?”

“Oh,” you look down at where yours and Chris’ glove-clad hands are joined, releasing them almost instantly. “I’m sor—“

“It’s alright, babe,” Chris chuckles. As if you could muster a strength close enough to hurt this man. He’s sure not to let your hand get too far, taking it back into his and bringing it up to his rosy lips for a chaste kiss.

You wish you could feel it, the warmth of his lips on your knuckles, but that would mean braving the Boston blitz without a piece of your knit armour. You’re not sure you’re ready for that. You’re also not sure how he does it. He’s wearing significantly less layers than you, yet he’s perfectly content as if it’s a Summer’s day, while you are, quite literally, quaking in your boots.

He notices your shivering shoulders, knows it’s not just the cold getting to you. With his right hand in your left, and his left hand wrapped around a gift, he nudges you with his words.

“Hey,” he starts, but sees the opulent wreath on the door still has your attention. “Hey you,” he tries again. You finally look up at him. You lock your widened eyes with his ocean calm ones as he scans your face. Your brows could almost touch with how deeply furrowed you have them and your lips are fixed in a tight line.

“Typically it takes a lot to get my girl all nervous and whatnot,” he states, but you knew it was more of a question of what's up with you.

“Yeah, well… I’m not nervous, Chris.”

“Really? Cos the bruise on my hand would say otherwise,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him trying not to laugh. “Even if I was nervous, which I’m not, could you blame me? This is a lot. This is big. This... This is your family.” Your features soften and voice drops in volume. “I don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“Impossible.”

“You sure? Think I already did by taking this long,” you mumbled. You look away, unable to hold Chris' intense gaze anymore. Being in front of his childhood home, for the first time since you’ve started dating over 2 years ago, you can’t help but feel… guilty.

No use in taking the conversation there at this moment. Especially knowing that lately it led to some sort of shouting match. The ‘I can’t’s’ and ‘next time’s’ didn’t suffice anymore.

Chris only responds with a sigh as he rings the doorbell for the second time. He looks back over to you, a snowflake floating then landing on your lash. You’re unaware of how whimsical you look to him. How well you’re going to fit in with his family and friends.

He takes his thumb to brush the snowflake off and cup your cheek. Watching as you swallow thickly, Chris moves his thumb to your throat to massage away the lump you try to move on your own. You relax into his touch, and he flicks his eyes down to your gently smiling lips then back up to your eyes. You know what he’s silently asking. Placing your hand on his wrist was your silent answer. He leans in slowly, and you wish you could stay like this, just for a little while longer. But all good things...

“Uncle Chris!” a youthful voice exclaims as the door swings open. Chris swiftly removes his suggestive hand from your neck and himself from your personal space. He prays there’s some mistletoe hanging inside.

“Hey Kiddo!” Chris huffs out as he picks the child up, replacing her spot on the floor with the present in his hand. She goes to wrap her small arms around his neck as he asks her, “Did you grow since just last night?”

“No!” She giggles as he pinches her cheeks. “I missed you Uncle Chris! You weren’t here when we woke up,” his niece pouts. You look at Chris to see him with matching puppy dog eyes and poked out lip.

“Oh, Kiddo, I’m sorry. I--”

“It’s ok,” she cut him off, causing you to chuckle at her brashness, “I saved the gift from you and your special friend to open last!”

“Well, speaking of...” Chris pulls you in closer to him by your hand, “This is her! I went to get her from the airport,” he beams down at you. The little cutie in Chris’ arm has turned more shy when speaking to you as you exchange names and a quaint handshake.

In a not-so-quiet whisper, she tells Chris, “She’s really pretty. Good job,” with an added thumbs-up and shoulder pat. You can’t fight your giggle and the heat that rises to your face, and Chris can’t fight the laughter that erupts from himself.

Chris is joined in a chorus of laughter, the foyer now filled with Evans’ of all ages, tickled by one of their youngest and no doubt happy that Chris is home… and brought company. This is it… you think.

It’d been a long while since you’d ‘met the family’, having not made it that far with the relationships leading up to this one with Chris. You wonder if it’s like riding a bike, or if you should’ve read an article on how to during your last minute flight.

In the crowd of smiling Evans’, you spot Chris’ mom and brother. You’ve met them on numerous occasions, all in L.A., and know them pretty well. However, everyone else you knew from a picture, a story or would be meeting for the first time this afternoon. There was going to be a lot of meeting, greeting, questioning, explaining…

You steel yourself for the day ahead. Chris looks at you and gives you a reassuring smile and squeeze on your hand. You reciprocate, tension releasing only the slightest as you look at his sunny face, your reminder of why this must go well.

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The first couple hours you were sure would be the hardest. It was a time of first impressions, and you only get one of those. Tasked with making the rounds to about 30 or so aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws, childhood this and that, Chris wanted to make sure you met every. Single. Body. And as soon possible.

“That way, we get you comfortable faster!” He rejoiced. Chris’ excitement was always infectious so you try to let wash over and enthuse you.

You lost count of how many times you fake laughed at ‘Chris has finally brought you home! We were starting to think you weren’t real!’. But with Chris by your side, the worn out joke was just bearable. He found new ways to respond each time, no doubt to at least keep you entertained. ‘Who do you owe money, then?’ or ‘When you find a treasure, you try to keep it to yourself as long as possible *wink*’ or ‘She’s not even here… she’s a hallucination’ never failed to make you laugh or make your cheeks burn.

It’s actually really endearing to know that there was some anticipation for your arrival. Unbeknownst to you, Chris had been hyping you up to his family. Telling them your accomplishments and aspirations in your writing career, which apparently impressed them. He told them your hobbies and other passions that sparked conversations about their own, and prompted advice on your life trajectory.

All in all, breaking the ice was more delightful than you thought it would be, and hoped that by sticking by Chris’ side the rest of the day would go in that way. But the universe had other plans.

At one point, you get whisked away to the kitchen by Chris’ mom, Lisa, under the guise of needing help with some dishes for dinner. You quickly realize that it's a set-up of sorts, with most of the women of the Evans family gathered around the island putting finishing touches on their dishes and slyly sipping spiked eggnog. These are the people who you feel you have to impress.

Their chatter and laughter came to a halt as they eyed you cautiously crossing the kitchen to the spot Lisa designated you. It was only a matter of time before the interrogation began.

“So… we’ll cut straight to the chase: why is it we’re just now meeting you? You’ve been with our Chris how long now?”

“Vicky!” Lisa smacks her arm warningly. “Have you no filter? You’ll scare the poor girl off before dinner!”

Chris has told you about his infamous Aunt Vicky. “A true cream puff; soft and sweet… once you get past the tough outside,” you remember him telling you.

“It’s fine,” you start, not willing to cower from the inquiry, “Chris and I have been together 2-½ years— 3 in June. And we’ve been happily taking things slow.”

“Good on you for taking things slow. Most women would— and do— jump at the chance to lock down our Chris. But not you, you’re a woman with her own sense of self. We like that,” you’re affirmed with a wink.

Whew.

“You are as pretty as our kid spy said; thought she was exaggerating.”

“Um thank you…?”

“She’s pretty, but can she cook?”

“Carole!” Lisa warns another woman and apologizes to you with her eyes. Chris also told you about his aunt Carole, Vicky’s ‘side kick’. The two of them made for a dubious duo.

“Yeah, what’s Chris’ favorite dish of yours?” Aunt Vicky prodded.

“I can cook, but not that often for Chris,” you respond, to which you’re met with crickets and cock-headed looks. You add, “He’s out of town a lot, and when he is in town, he’s the one doing the showing and proving of why I should stay with him,” you joke (kind of), and to your relief, they find it funny.

“Oooo I like her!” Vicky and Carole say in unison, causing the kitchen of women to laugh. You really did try to keep your expectations low for this visit, not necessarily wanting to seek Chris’ extended family’s acceptance, but you can’t help the relief you feel in this moment.

The next couple hours pass of helping out with dinner dishes and dessert, giggling over glasses of cocktails and family stories. You’d narrowly avoided questions about marriage and babies, but that’s to be expected. For the first time today, you’re able to forget your worries and your boyfriend and actually enjoy yourself. Speaking of...

“Hey you,” Chris is waiting by your seat that’s next to his which he pulls out for you when you arrive at it. An early Christmas dinner is about to be served, and you and Chris are reunited at the table for the first time in hours. “Missed you,” he says with a kiss on your temple. “Can’t wait to hear about your day,” he adds. But there wasn’t much talking between you two throughout the meal, though.

No, the Evans’ family theatrics don’t allow for it. All of them talk with complete genuineness, laugh with their entire beings, opine with their whole chests, and you see where Chris gets it from. Turning to your boyfriend, you find him smiling and laughing along with the rest of the table, looking full of warmth and love. Completed by his family. Your heart gets a little heavier thinking about how he doesn’t have these moments as often as he’d like. In part by his job, yes, but a small part of you feels like you may also have something to do with that. A thought that pains you to wade in too long.

After dinner you try to help with the dishes, packing away leftovers and to-go plates. You don’t get too far, instead get shooed out of the kitchen by the elders, being told to ‘spend the rest of the evening with your man’. You oblige, realizing you barely talked to each other since earlier in the day. In your quick scan of the house, you couldn’t find him, so you shoot him a text.

Some of the kids and teenagers were gathered around some games in the den. Their antics and wittiness remind you of your nieces. They happily let you join in, and at one point, you acquired a little one on your lap as your game partner. The two of you bond over beating her cousins in these games as you school them in a few rounds of Uno, Connect Four, and Jenga.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you smile as you check it.

“Oooooo is it from Uncle Chris?” she cheekily asks as you get up, setting her on your spot on the floor.

“They’re probably gonna go make out under the mistletoe,” one of the older kids teased. The room of adolescents erupt into a fit of giggles and chorus of ‘ews’

“Are you two gonna get married?” the little cutie randomly asks you. “I heard my Grandma and Aunts talking about it!”

“Oh, wow, um… I gotta, I’ll see you all later.” With that you dash out of the room, as symphony ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G…’ fading behind you.

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The sky was shades of baby blues, pinks, purples and oranges. It’s a beautiful backdrop to the snow and ice kissed tree branches and lawns. The road had been freshly salted and freed of winter obstacles making it easier to stroll along as you and Chris often did after a meal.

It’s even more beautiful than he said, you think to yourself. For a second you wonder why you were ever hesitant to come here. There was no real reason, yet you used a million excuses. But this time around, you finally ran out.

Not that you weren’t tired of your fear. That was it. The real reason… was fear.

You look down at your boots, the ones you dust off just one week a year now. Striding beside them are a larger, more expensive pair; they too only see the snow on rare occasions. Your eyes follow up the long legs they belong to, taking in the nice slacks and chunky cable knit sweater under a heavy, well-made piece of outerwear. Your eyes finally land on the face of the man in the fine threads.

Looking at Chris right now, you’ve never seen him fit in so perfectly somewhere. But why wouldn’t he on the roads he cut his teeth on. He could make you forget every fear and every doubt you’ve ever had. Hell, he could make you forget your name on a good day. And on those days, you didn’t know what to do with all of that, what to make of it. But it’s the most wonderful time of the year, so

“Come here,” you say just above a whisper, tugging on Chris’ hand causing him to turn to you. You bring your hands to his broad shoulders, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles there. You languidly drag your right hand over to his chest as you notice a red stain on the light colored knit. “My love…” you humoredly drag out as you tap on the food stain.

“I know, I know. My mother already beat you to the scolding,” he chuckles.

“You’d think by this age you’d have learned to be more careful.”

“Hmm, now what fun would that be…” his sultry tone didn’t go unnoticed by you. Your eyes on his tailored, dinner party clothes, hoping to find a relief for your emotions somewhere between the stitches. You never know where to begin with your feelings. Surely it would be to start with the easy stuff, but it all seems hard.

You rub your hands on his chest, not quite meeting his eyes. “What’s up? Whatcha thinking about?” Chris asks with a lopsided grin, resting his hands on either side of your waist. You smile at him nervously. Before you could say anything, there’s a gust of sharp, cold wind. You clutch on to Chris’ sweater, burying your face in his chest seeking refuge and warmth.

“M’thinking about how you got me out in this damn cold! You know my southern bones can’t take it,” your whines muffled by his sweater. He chuckles at your antics.

Chris slowly drags his large palms up from your waist, and this just ensures that there are goosebumps on your skin under your layers if the wind hasn't done so already. He rests one hand on your shoulder pulling you apart just enough for you to look into his hazy blue eyes. His other hand continues it’s trek until it’s rested on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw. “I know of a way to get you warm…”

“Was this part of your plan?”

“Mmmm… maybe…” Chris leans in close, surely to kiss you, but you have other plans.

“How’s it feel to be back home?” you inquired with faux aloofness, slipping out of his hold and continuing your walk towards his mother’s home.

Chris hesitates for a second, wondering if you really just swerved a kiss from him. He clears his throat, “Uh… yeah it’s great! There’s nothing like family, I know you can agree to that. Even if they are loud… and crazy,” to which you both chuckle. “So…” he starts as he wraps his arms around your middle causing you both to waddle up the front lawn. “How do you feel? Not so bad, was it?”

“No! Far from it! I really, really love your family Chris,” you say as you crane your neck to look at him briefly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Although, I strongly disagree with some of their choices in best music of all time, but I’ll learn to get over that. I got over it with you,”

Chris spins you around in his arms, hands firmly on your waist. “I don’t care what you say; Joel is the best music Billy of ALL TIME!”

“Yeah, ok.” you retort with an eye roll to his amusement.

“I’m glad you had a good time babe. They’ve been hounding me to meet you for a while now. I’m happy we made it happen.”

The words are right there on your lips. I’m sorry it took so long. I’m sorry I acted silly. I’m sorry I was scared to take the next step. But what if I’m not ready? What if we get it wrong? Your throat is dry, as it often is when it’s time to bare a little of your soul. At least Chris always has something to say.

“I can’t wait for you to see me this nervous when I meet your family…” You don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. Chris looks into your eyes expectantly, lovingly. His features are soft and tender, and you think it’s the most beautiful sight on a man, on this man. Your man.

Chris looks at your lips then at your eyes. There goes that silent question again. You’ve never been one to give Chris what he wants when he wants it. He’ll never admit, but it’s one of the things he loves most about you. So, in true you-fashion, you make a run for it.

He’s baffled, but doesn’t waste much time in playing into your little game. You’re laughing hysterically as you look over your shoulder to see him bounding after you on the front lawn. You high tail it around the side of his childhood home, kind of hoping he catches you. Not even you, as stubborn as you are, would want to be running forever.

Chris walks into the backyard cautiously, but not cautiously enough as he’s met with a snowball in the temple. And your maniacal laughter.

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Chris sneers as he scoops up the most perfectly compacted snowball.

“Oh shit!” You slowly make for the backdoor, walking up the deck stairs backwards, hands up in surrender “C’mon babe, you don’t have to do this,” you plead.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Cos all I wanted was an innocent, sweet kiss.”

“I’ll give you a kiss! Just put the snowball down.”

“It’s too late, sweetheart.” The look in his eyes is sending butterflies straight to your heat. As much as you wouldn’t mind ‘losing’ this game, there’s too much at stake.

“Think of my hair!” You whine to appeal to his better nature. That gave Chris pause, but only for a moment.

“It’s in braids; you’ll be ok.” When Chris takes a step towards you, you take a step back, but instead of eating snow as you anticipate, you slip on a patch of ice and fall flat on your ass.

Chris is quick to race over to your side. “Babe! Are you ok?” he’s slightly panicked as he lifts your torso in his arms, checking your eyes for consciousness.

“Got the wind knocked out of me, but I’m fine, yeah,” you say through a dry laugh.

“Oh, thank god.” He says with a sigh of relief and a wide smile. You smile back at him as he strokes your cheek and says, “Now I won’t feel bad about this.”

“Wha—“ You see white as your face freezes over. Chris is dying of laughter as you sputter the snowball out of your mouth.

“Ha ha ha. Keep laughing... you won’t get that kiss you’re wanting so bad.” He immediately stops laughing, deflates, and pouts, causing you to giggle. “Oh my goodness! Is it that serious?” you teased him a little further. Chris was done playing, though. He stood up and folded his thick arms over his chest to show you he was serious.

You stood up too, and began to tap and poke at his shoulders, chest and stomach. Chris wouldn’t look at you, trying his best to stand firm and not smile. “Look up, dummy!” you say eventually. He acts as if he’s doing you a favor, but can’t hide his giddiness at the sight on the ceiling.

A leafy green plant, with a cluster of red inedible berries, secured with a red ribbon.

You take his face into your hands, lightly grazing your fingers over Chris’ full, trimmed beard. The world is out of focus as you and Chris are now eye to eye. Neither of you can hide your eagerness. You rub your thumb over his plump bottom lip and wonder why you would ever deny yourself this man.

Pulling him into you, the gap is closed between your mouths. The kiss is gentle, shy even, after first. It dawns on you that you’d only shared a quick peck at the airport, and before then, had gone a couple weeks missing each other’s touch.

The neediness and desire within you is heightened at the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You start to get lost in him, in his warm taste and touch. You feel the yearning in Chris too. He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to himself. His hands start to travel to places you desperately want them to be, but he catches himself, remembering where you are.

“Let’s go say our goodbyes,” he says through an out-of-breath smirk. You bite your bottom lip and reply with a quick nod of your head.

The pair of you head inside to make your last rounds for the evening. Chris keeps it pretty brief with everyone, the both of you promising to see them again sometime soon in the new year. Early Spring seems to work for most everyone; the kids will be on spring break, Chris will be home before jetting off for a press tour, and you’ll have settled in to your new writing job, that isn’t exactly your dream gig, but a step in… a direction.

As you got into Chris’ car to head for his Boston home, waving to his family as you backed out the driveway, none of you could predict or prepare yourselves for the very different, sordid world that waits in the months ahead. How drastically it would change on grand and small scales.

You look adoringly at Chris from your spot in the passenger seat, unaware the beginning of your relationship’s treacherous slope was just a few days away. Had you known, you wouldn’t have left that kiss so soon, would’ve cherished his heated embrace a little more later tonight.

But it’s already been written.

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queen-scribbles · 4 years ago

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Plenty Special

Happy birthday to my darling AJ, who managed to squeeze both bff time and boyfriend time into one fic, which is frankly impressive. :D

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Abigail had never been one to make a fuss about her birthday.

Her mother usually sent her a gift--aside from the few years, by some miracle, she was able to actually visit--and Tina would leave something little yet fun and thoughtful on her desk, but that was more than enough for her. The day was spent almost-normal, then ending in curled up with a good book. She’d never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.

Felix, apparently, felt differently, if the dozen odd balloons(and the streamers) decorating the Warehouse living room were any indication.

“I hear it’s your birthday,” he grinned in answer to Abigail’s clearly gobsmacked expression when the sight registered.

“You hear correctly,” she said slowly. Her gaze traveled around the room, taking in the decorations. “But when... how... I thought we were just hangin’ out.”

“We can, if that’s what you want,” Felix said. He sprawled across a couch. “You’re the birthday girl, AJ. How come you didn’t mention that when we were setting this up?”

She shrugged. “It’s just never been particularly... different day for me. I’m too much a fan of quiet, an’ especially with Mum away so much for work; we never celebrated with big parties.”

“Fair enough,” Felix laughed.

“This year I have th’ day off an’ get to spend it as I please, that’s plenty for me.”

“And you chose to spend it with me?” He grinned. “I’m honoured.”

“You’re fun company, yeah?” Abigail said, dropping onto the couch next to him. “An’ it’s been too long since we got to spend time together.”

“Gotta admit, I’m a little surprised you aren’t spendin’ it with Natey,” Felix said. He waggled his eyebrows as he nudged her in the ribs.

Wish I could. She swallowed back the knee-jerk thought and played with a lock of hair. “He an’ Adam were needed for a mission, an’ I’d made plans with you. B’fore I knew he was gonna be busy,” she added hastily, realizing that almost made it sound like Felix was her second choice

But Felix appeared to have not even noticed. “Oh, that’s why he was so grumpy this morning. Y’know, by Nate-standards,” he amended with a grin when Abigail cocked a disbelieving brow. “He usually loves all the diplomatic stuff, and seemed kind of... meh about this one.” His grin widened. “He’s moping ‘cause he won’t get to see you, that’s adorable.”

“We might see each other,” Abigail protested. “Way I understand it, whatever they’re doin’ shouldn’t take even a whole day. ‘Less something goes wrong they should be back by evenin’ at latest. B’sides,” she shrugged, “Nate an’ I spent th’ day together for his birthday not two weeks ago, and it would just be more of th’ same.”

“You say that like it’s something neither of you would enjoy,” Felix said with a smirk.

Abigail opened her mouth, shut it, and then replied, “Readin’s always grand, yeah? But a few minutes with him’ll be fine for today. I want to spend it with you. Even if Nate wasn’t busy.”

“AJ.” Felix rested his chin in his palm and grinned at her like a darned Cheshire cat. “I can tell you’re lying. Not about hanging out with me--I mean, cmon, who wouldn’t wanna do that?--but you’re really hoping they get back in time for you to have a decent visit with Nate.”

“That would be nice,” Abigail conceded, since he could tell anyway. “But really, any time I get t’ see him will be plenty special. An’ so will the time I’m spendin’ with you.” She tapped the string of one colorful balloon. “This was sweet of ya, by the way. Didja have anything in mind for us hangin’ out?”

“There’s a couple movies I wanted to watch no one’s else is really interested in.” He pulled off his hat and tossed it in the air. “Nate’ll watch ‘em with me if I nag, but I’d rather do it with someone who’ll have fun. But if it’s not something you wanna do....”

“What movies?” Abigail asked, gathering her hair back in a bun.

Felix yanked his hat back on, eyes bright with hope, and jumped up to retrieve the movies in question.

“Oh, I love that one,” she grinned, recognizing one case before he’d made it back across the room. “Never watched the other one m’self, but I’ve heard good things.”

He grinned back, bouncing a little. “Sooo? I mean, it’s your birthday, if you’d rather do something else we can.”

Abigail gave a soft laugh. “Nah, we can watch these. It’ll be fun.”

“Great!” Felix whooped, and plunked back down on the couch with enough enthusiasm it made her bounce a little. “Which one first? I’m guessing you want the on you know you love?”

She shook her head. “Let’s start with the new one, yeah? Save the best for last?”

“Whatever you say, birthday girl,” he winked and popped open the movie’s case. “You’re patienter than I’d be.”

“Makin’ up words again, are ya?” Abigail teased as she leaned over to start unlacing her boots.

“When I need to,” Felix grinned, rolling with the gentle needling. “And you know what a movie needs?” He flashed across the room to get the first one started, reached behind a nearby chair before darting back over. “Popcorn!”

More specifically, chocolate-drizzled popcorn, Abigail noted with a smile as she took the bowl he handed her. Better’n birthday cake. “Well, you certainly know how to make a birthday special.”

Felix arched a brow even as he scrambled for the remote. “That’s all it takes?”

She shrugged. “Toldja I don’t usually do much.”

“That’s why you need a friend like me,” he said brightly, settling back next to her with his own bowl of popcorn in one hand and the remote in the other.

“Are you gonna be able t’ sit still if ya eat that?” Abigail laughed as she eyed the lavish ribbons of chocolate dripping over his popcorn.

“No, but c’mon, AJ.” Felix bumped his shoulder to hers and grinned. “I don’t sit still anyway.”

She laughed again, almost choking on a mouthful of popcorn. “True. Do ya talk durin’ movies, too?”

“Yeah.” He wrinkled his nose but didn’t sound terribly sheepish as he hit play. He kicked off his shoes and braced rainbow-stripe clad feet against the coffee table, flashing her a grin. “Good luck getting me to stop.”

“Felix, I’d never try t’ make you stop talkin’.” She giggled. “For one thing, I know it’s impossible, yeah? For another...” she bit her lip. “I do it, too. Sometimes.”

“Commentate movies?” His grin widened when she nodded. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, buddy.”

Abigail grinned back and bumped her shoulder to his before they settled in to watch the movie.

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By the end of their mini-marathon, she was already prepared to label this one of the better birthdays she’d had. It was so much more fun to do movie commentary with someone, and the popcorn was delicious, and Felix was delightful company. She was having so much fun she almost forgot to eat lunch. And it was impressive Felix managed to sit mostly-still through most of her favorite parts in the second movie.

“That was fun,” he announced as he clicked off the scrolling movie credits.

“Yeah, it was,” she said, slouching even more comfortably in her sideways perch against the couch arm. “A very good birthday. Thank you, Felix.”

“Unless you gotta leave, it’s not done yet,” he pointed out. “We can hang out more.”

“I don’t, not yet.” Abigail shook her head and stretched. “Tina asked if I wanted to go for drinks after her shift’s done, but the time for that’s up in the air. If we do it at all. I can stay longer.”

Which also increased her odds of at least crossing paths with Nate today, a fact Felix’s grin said he knew.

“I’m completely unoffended and ready to be your excuse for hanging around all day if you need it,” he winked.

Abigail blushed and reached to twirl her hair.but couldn’t find any loose bits and tugged at her ear instead. “No, I wanna hang out with you, I’m not just-”

“AJ, I’m teasing,” he cut her off with a laugh.

“Oh.” Her face warmed even more, heat spreading to her ears. “Good. I-I know I’m a bit....”

“Besotted? Smitten?” Felix filled in for her, grinning. “It’s okay, he is, too.”

Abigail bit her lip in a futile effort to hold back her smile.

“Oh! I almost forgot, i got you a present!” Felix twisted around to dig down between the cushion and arm of the couch.

“You didn’t have to-”

“AJ.” He tugged free a small orange and yellow wrapped gift. “It’s what friends do. You gave me something.”

She didn’t argue the point any further, mostly because he seemed so excited about giving her something, just took the present with laugh and started working the tape loose until she could unwrap it. Another, louder laugh bubble up when she saw the contents. “Felix, I love them!”

The socks were a soft, minty green and patterned with ladybugs. There was a second pair underneath, light purple with honeybees. Both were adorable and looked very comfortable.

“Hey, I’m just glad to have a friend I can give this sort of thing and they actually appreciate it instead of, y’know, threatening violence,” Felix joked, but the glint in his amber eyes showed how proud he was of himself.

“Oh, yeah, they’re grand,” Abigail smiled. She immediately swapped out the plain blue socks she was wearing for the ladybugs, then tucked the honeybees and discarded pair in her jacket pocket so she wouldn’t forget them when she left. “Thanks a bunch.”

“Welcome.” He turned back to his original position and rested his feet on the coffee table again.

“You know you’re in for it if Nate catches you doin’ that, yeah?” she laughed.

“The operative part of that being Nate catching me,” Felix grinned, wiggling his toes.

“Oh, is it now?” a very familiar--mildly exasperated--voice asked from behind them.

Felix twisted around and flashed a cheesy grin. “Hey, Nate. AJ was hoping you’d be back soon.”

And with that, he vaulted the back of the couch and zipped from the room. Nate, for all his exasperation, didn’t try to stop him.

He did shake his head even as he smiled at her. “He is...”

“Incorrigible?” Abigail supplied as she pushed to her feet and skirted around the couch.

Nate laughed, running a hand through his hair. “That is an excellent word for it, yes.”

“He’s also right; I was really hopin’ you’d be back b’fore I had t’ leave.”

“Well, here I am,” he smiled, and she didn’t try to quell the butterflies in her chest as he stepped into the room to meet her for a hug. “Happy birthday, Abigail,” he murmured into her hair, before kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for more of it.”

“S’alright, Felix made it plenty special so far,” Abigail said, hugging a little tighter before she loosened her grip to look up at him. “How’d it go?”

“Oh, fine.” Nate traced his thumb along her jaw. “Nothing extraordinary, and no complications.”

She huffed a laugh against his shirt. “There bein’ no complications is a little extraordinary for us, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps just a little,” he chuckled. “But I’m grateful for it.”

“Oh, yeah, won’t hear me complainin’,” Abigail said with a smile, pushing up on her toes in an unspoken request for a kiss.

One Nate was all too willing to grant. “Me, neither.”

They held the kiss until Abigail’s legs started to ache and she dropped back flat-footed. She’d never realized how much difference the extra inch her boots gave her made. It was still a good kiss, made even better by the way Nate followed for a moment when gravity forced her to pull away, clearly reluctant as she was for it to end.

Abigail let out a soft, happy hum as she tucked herself close beneath his chin. ”An absolutely grand birthday to me...”

Nate chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Content as you seem with how things stand, I do actually have a gift for you.”

“Gettin’ time with you is present enough.” She blushed at how cheesy it sounded and buried her face against his chest the second the words left her mouth, but that didn’t make them untrue

Nate .laughed. “A sentiment I appreciate more than you know.” His fingers brushed the back of her neck and a pleasant shiver rippled down her spine. “But this is something I very much want to give you.”

“Well, if you’re gonna insist..” Abigail teased. “Though I’ll warn ya, Felix gave me ladybug socks, so the bar is set pretty high, yeah?”

He kissed her forehead. “Consider me warned. It’s back in my room, I’ll go-”

“Oh, I’ll come with ya,” she said, slipping from their hug to lace her fingers with his. “I want all the time I can get.”

Nate nodded and squeezed her hand. “Fine with me. So what have you been doing today?”

She told him as they walked, and he smiled at her obvious enthusiasm for how she and Felix had passed the time. His smile widened slightly when she hesitated upon reaching the door to his room.

“You can come in, AJ. I’m not going to make you open your gift in the hall.” He tugged her hand gently so she’d follow. Which she did, even as the back of her neck and ears warmed. She’d not been in Nate’s room since the aftermath of the Trapper fight.

Once they were in the room, the door nudged half-closed behind them, Nate released her hand to cross to one of the closer bookshelves. Abigail moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he retrieved what he sought before joining her.

The box was not a large one, wrapped in plain(yet beautiful) dark blue paper and tied with a narrow brown ribbon. Real ribbon, not gift-wrapping ribbon. Abigail paused after freeing it and tied it around her bun before setting to work on the tape. The paper soon came away to reveal a sturdy, flat box. Inside that, a layer of soft tissue paper concealed and protected the actual gift. She set aside the lid and the wrapping paper, glanced up at Nate.

The faint smile curving his lips shone magnitudes brighter in his eyes and that intrigued her even more than all the layers she was working through. She bit her lip, looked back down, and gingerly moved the paper aside.

It registered first and immediately that it was books. Two small leather-bound volumes; one deep red, one rich brown. They were nice books. Probably old books, and that was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Another moment’s examination made it skip and stutter through several, and pulled a sharp, quiet gasp from her. The titles were in German, and she could only read the first word of each, but that was plenty for her to give a good guess.

She looked at Nate again, the words escaping quiet, breathless. “Are these...?”

“First editions,” he confirmed with a nod, the smile he’d been holding back breaking through in full force.

Abigail exhaled an unsteady breath, trembling fingers hovering over the books as if afraid to touch them, tracing the gold gilt letters of the word she knew in the air above the covers.

Heidi.

“This is...” Her voice broke, the lump in her throat too much to speak around.

“Your favorite. I know.” Nate leaned over and kissed her temple. “Happy birthday.”

Abigail let out a quiet(borderline hysterical) scoffing laugh, still staring at the books. “Nate...” She wasn’t even sure what to say. They were nearly pristine despite their age; thank you was woefully inadequate, I can’t would be ungrateful.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Nate touched her arm so she’d look at him. “They were given to me... a very long time ago” --when they were new, she read in his eyes, even if he didn’t specify-- “and have sat on a shelf ever since. Knowing how much you love this story, I’d much rather you have them.”

“I... they must be worth a lot.” The words escaped in a whispered rush and she winced and bit her lip. “Sorry. You’re not s’pposed’ta know that about presents.”

Nate just smiled. “They are. But far less to me than doing something that makes you happy.”

That was when it was too much, her heart was too full, and Abigail (gently) pushed aside the books to whirl around and hug him, which quickly--and unsurprisingly--turned into a kiss.

She was fast enough to catch him off-guard, and Nate started to topple backwards at her fervor, but he caught himself on one elbow. The other hand curved against her jaw, fingers just catching her hair, as he returned the kiss. He was smiling into it, and Abigail wondered if her own was even bigger. Probably.

She pressed further into the kiss, her fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck, until her lungs ached and heart pounded, then pulled back just far enough to gasp a breath. “Thank you,” she murmured fervently, less than an inch between their lips.

Nate’s fingers dug deeper into her hair, threatening the integrity of her bun. “You’re welcome,” he managed, breathing ragged as her own, before tugging her in for another kiss.

Abigail sat back more completely when this one broke, glancing between Nate and the books with a huge grin on her face. Safe to say he outdid the ladybug socks, she thought, and couldn’t hold in a giggle.

“What?” Nate gave an amused smile and reached over to brush back hair tumbling free from her somewhat loosened bun.

“Just... not sure how today can get much better, yeah?” She caught his hand when he started to pull back and pressed a brief kiss to the base of his thumb before letting go.

He ran his fingers over the spot as he withdrew his hand. “We could go read for a while, if you’ve the time.”

“Always, for you,” Abigail said as she turned to carefully close the box and collect his gift. (She missed the surge of emotion laid bare across his face at her words.) “So, I stand corrected.”

“Well, then.” Nate pushed off the bed, straightening the duvet slightly before offering her his arm. “Shall we?”

She bit her lip, not trusting her voice, and nodded as she linked her arm through his. The other hugged his present close. “Y’know,” she began with exaggerated innocence as they walked, “this is a wonderful present, the best anyone’s ever given me, but...” A pause, lips quirking mischievously. “I don’t know German.”

Nate chuckled, catching the teasing note under the words. “I do,” he said, with a smile one could almost call smug.

“Well, you’ll just hafta help me with that, then, wontcha?” Abigail laughed.

Nate looked at her warmly, brown eyes dancing with mirth and affection in equal measure. “Abigail, it would be my pleasure.”

She grinned and leaned her head against his arm for the rest of the walk to the library. Today was definitely shaping up to be her best birthday ever. It wasn’t flashy or ostentatious or even what most would consider exciting, but it was plenty special for her.

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(AJ very deliberately does NOT look up what those books are worth, but I know from checking to get the cover colors right--between $1500-4000 each. Don’t tell her, she’ll faint)

#queens fic #the wayhaven chronicles #abigail jenings #nate sewell #felix hauville #aj/nate #otp: smiling always #aj & felix #twc

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Jace’s Mall adventures part one: Let’s all go to the lobby! (Mortal instruments)

Following the fathers day show in the park, Jace had mostly accepted his life as a 24/7 big toddler, and while he still could feel SOME shame, he'd learned to mostly accept it. True it wasn't as easy when Simon and Alec had started dating, double so when the the hunter and vampire would make out in front of Jace since the big baby had been told part of the price of being a 24/7 big baby was a lost of any adult privileges, which included 'making stickies.' Still there was other things he could direct that pent up energy into and 5 weeks after the show at the park Jace was all excited to be going to the premier of the new paw patrol movie, having become a HUGE fan of the show. Not only was he getting to go and watch the movie, live at the cinema, But his daddies had let him have big kid cereal, a bowl of frosted flakes! Having big kid sugar fr the first time in so long Jace was semi giddy to begin with, and unknown to both of of his daddies, he had begged and whined till Alec put in a scoop of sugar, and then like wise to Simon. Practically vibrating in his seat as he slurped down the sugar filled milk, getting it all over his bib, he listened to his daddies have a fight. "Come on, your the one who told him he could go. you need to handle this. you KNOW I can barely stand the show!" Alec was saying. "Look, I HAVE to go to this meeting, or the little peace talks I've been working on, for YOU guys I might add, is gonna fall though." Simon growled. "Damn itttt..You owe me big time for thing." Alec grumbled. "I know I know, I'll do that thing with the cowboy boots you like so much." Simon chuckled. Jace giggled quietly at that but having a heads, up, put on his best pouty face, sure he could totally score more treats out of this if he played his hand right. "Buddy we have some bad news.." Simon started and Jace let the tears flow out.

20 minutes later, Jace was dressed and in his car seat, with the remains of 10 cookies smudged on his face and hands and clapping as he bounced up and down. He was wearing of course his normal triple thick diapers since he just peed too much for a single diaper to hold up for long, but over that he had on a white diaper shirt that had a dog bone theme going on and over top of that a pair of blue denim short-alls on with a picture of chase on the front pocket. He had on a pair of white socks and paw patrol themed light up sneakers and he was now kicking them as the sugar was getting to him. "Eee eee eee! Gonna see paw patrol! Paw patrol paw patrol! Gonna see paw patrol all with daddyyy!" He sang, badly. behind the wheel and already with a building head ache, Alec was dressed in black jeans and a black top, and already wondering if Simon being his cowboy stud tonight was worth the headache he was going to have. "Jace buddy, can we lower the volume? Daddy's getting a headache." Alec tried. "Oh no! I'll kiss your head bigger then daddy! Pull over and I'll give you a kissy! Kissy's make it all better like when I got a boo boo on my knee!" Jace said, reaching forward now and trying to grab onto Alec. "Buddy we're almost there and I'll pull ov-" "NOW! Now now now now now now!" Jace said and then started to kick Alec's seat. "JACE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DRIVE US OFF A CLIFF!" Alec exploded, then looking into the rear view mirror saw the look on jace's face and regretted his words instantly. "Buddy Daddies sorry he didn't me-" he started to say, but got cut off. "...-sniff- WAHHHHHHHHHH! DADDY DOESN'T LOVE MEEEE!" Jace started to bawl. "This is going to be a long, Fucking, Day." Alec whined, pulling over and putting his head on the steering wheel, then getting out to come to the back seat and console the big baby.

After cleaning himself and Jace off of the chocolate and -ugh- booger and tears, they made it to the cinema with only a few minutes to spare. It had taken promising Jace to let him have a big gulp soda to get the water works to finally stop, and with how sudden they did Alec couldn't help but wonder if he'd been played. As they stood in line to get the drinks and snacks (the tickets had been purchased already thankfully) Jace suddenly got excited and started to wave to a group of boys and if it hadn't of been for the iron gripe Alec had on the babies other hand he would of gone running over. "HI KEITH! KEVIN! IT'S JACE! YOU KNOW? FROM THE PARK!" Jace hollered, trying to get their attention. "Jeez Jace, was that loud enough? I don't think they heard you in china." Alec muttered, and turned to see four boys coming over. "Oh hey! it's the big little guy." Kevin said smirking. "Wheres your daddy?" Keith asked. "Huh? Right here!" Jace said and then Glomped on Alec's arm, before a dawning look came on his face. "OH! yeah! Other daddy! This daddy is dating my main daddy and he's trying to be super duper cool. It's a struggle for him, cuz you know, he doesn't even like paw patrol." Jace said, leaning in and using a mock whisper for the second part. "..I'm Alec, you must be the kids who were spoon feeding Jace." Alec said, rolling his eyes. "heh. Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin, this is Keith, and those are Alex and Jacob." The one with a brunette crew cut said. "Oh! your little guys!" Jace squealed and giggled, and the twin's were instantly blushing and squirming. Did you get them in diapies yet?" Jace asked, looking at the twins tight pants. "N-No!" The twins both huffed and whined, insulted by Jace just blurting stuff like that out in public, but to baby Jace and alec, it looked like they were annoyed to be still in big boy undies. "Now now, don't be cross with Jace..he's just a baby." Keith scolded the blonds, shaking a finger at them. "So what movie are you guys coming to see? I bet it's paw patrol isn't it? Oh! we could all sit together!" Jace started babbling away. Hearing that Alec got his hopes up for a minute, and was about to ask if the kids wanted to make some money babysitting Jace throughout the movie, only to have his hopes dashed as Keith answered. "Nah, don't get me wrong, paw patrol is SO awesome." Keith was saying, smirking and clearly just saying what Jace wanted to hear. "But these two wanna watch the new My little pony movie so-" "NUH-UH!" Jacob cut in. "We're watching the new Rock movie!" Alex added. "They're only saying that to save face." Kevin said and winked. "Ohhhh..hehehe well of course. cuz my little pony is sooo dumb." Jace said and winked back. As the Twin's fumed Jace said bye bye and him and Alec got their drinks and popcorn and headed for their movie.

Ten minutes into the movie and Alec was wishing he'd snuck a flask in, somehow Jace turned out to be the quietest kid in the room. Not only, that, the most popular and fights had broken out among the real toddlers over who was gonna get to sit next to the big kid who had SUCH a awesome possum outfit. Stuck in a sea of 2-5 year olds and with many of them apparently unashamed to pass gas at a moments notice, Alec was sure he was gonna have to have his nose removed before the halfway point. Jace, who was torn between watching the movie and basking in his newfound popularity decided to put them all to shame but getting up on his seat and letting out a fart to end all farts, taking advantage of Alec having a hand over his face. His legs were a little wobbly from starting to come down off of his sugar rush and as Alec turned and looked, one of three things happened. 1) Jace started to slip and tried to balance himself but planting his butt on something stable, which turned out to be Alec's face. 2) The fear of the fall and all the junk food, made Jace let out more then just a fart, and he filled is \diapers as his butt was again, planted in Alec's fact. 3) trying to get the stink bomb out of his face, Alec pushed Jace which while the little guy recovered without falling, came at the cost of his big gulp he'd been holding, and ended up dumping it on Alec. Needless to say they didn't finish the movie and Alec swore he was never ever taking Jace to the movies again, and promised Jace he was going to regret ALL of this the next day. Jace, wisely stayed quiet on the drive home, where upon coming in they were greeted with the smell of weed, and the sight of Simon on the couch smoking a fatty, having lied about the peace talk meeting being today and had just wanted some alone time. Jace wasn't the only one to end up in a corner with a red ass.

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mhdiaries · 5 years ago

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Wave 1 Frankie Stein Diary

The 30th day of June

So mom and dad think I should keep a diary to help sort out everything I’m feeling. Since I’m only a few days old I’m not sure where to even start. Right now I’m feeling happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry - all at the same time. Is this normal?

The 15th day of July

The most amazing thing happened today! It rained! I know everybody has seen rain before but this was my first time and I got so excited that I ran through the house yelling for everyone to come see it. Dad came bolting up from the lab and was rather unhappy to find out I had made such a big deal out of it. “Mary Shelly’s ghost Frankie, I though there were villagers with torches outside!” I guess I must’ve looked either surprised or sad ‘cause dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry he yelled. I wanted to go out and play in it but dad said he thought that might cause me to short out. Mom came to the rescue with an umbrella, rubber boots and a raincoat. It was wonderful and dad even came out in his lab coat and boots to show me how to stomp puddles! Does life get any better than this?

The 16th day of July

I feel like I’ve got so much to learn between now and when school starts. What if I get excited about something that is just a normal every day occurrence, like the rain, and everybody laughs at me? Should I just be quiet and pretend I’ve seen it all before? I’m not even sure if that’s possible for me since everything is just so completely scary cool right now!

The 17th day of July

Okay so one thing I have learned in my short life is that I am not a morning person. My dad is though and he insists on yelling “It’s alive!” every time I come upstairs for breakfast. Unfortunately I don’t think he’s going to stop doing that any time soon because when he finally stops laughing he slaps his knee and says, “That just never gets old.” Is it too soon for me to decide that breakfast is overrated?

The 23rd day of August

We went on our first family trip today... to The Maul! I was really excited but also really nervous. Dad took the long way there and drove by Monster High to show me where I’d be going to school which made me even more nervous so that by the time we got to The Maul I was a total casket case. I almost asked dad to take me home but I went in anyway. We all had lunch at the food corpse and then mom took me shopping while dad went to look for some neck bolt polish. The first place Mom took me was her favorite store but all the outfits looked like old wedding dresses. I really didn’t want to hurt her mom’s feelings and I didn’t tell her this but I wouldn’t have been caught alive in most of those clothes. I guess mom must have sensed that I wasn’t very excited causewe didn’t stay there very long. As we were leaving the store we ran into Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura. Mom introduced me to them and said we were shopping for school clothes. Clawdeen looked at the store and started to say something but Draculaura accidentally hit her with the umbrella she was carrying and said, “Mrs. Stein if you would like us to show Frankie some of the places we shop, we’d be happy to do that.” Fortunately, mom said yes and then mentioned something about finding dad before he made it to the laboratory supply store. Clawdeen and Draculaura took me around to all the scary cool stores and told me all about Monster High. It was like we had known each other forever. Draculaura is sooo nice and Clawdeen Wolf is so confident and funny. While we were shopping I confessed I wasn’t sure what kind of styles would look good on me. Draculaura and Clawdeen both started laughing and I thought I’d said something wrong. Then they both put an arm around me and Clawdeen said, “Ghoul friend, with your figure you shouldn’t be wondering how good a style looks on you but how bad you’ll make it look on anyone else who wears it.” Draculaura even invited me to tryout for the fearleading squad... I was too excited to tell her I didn’t know what that was but it sounded like fun. By the time mom and dad came to find me I didn’t want to leave. I’m so glad I stuck it out and didn’t ask dad to take me home.

The 24th day of August

Didn’t see dad very much today. He’s been working on a special project in his lab and he said I’m not allowed to see what it is yet. I asked mom if I was getting a new sister or brother and she almost choked on the coffinccino she was drinking. “Karloff’s crypt sweetheart, whatever gave you that idea?” I heard mom telling dad about it later and it sounded like they were laughing. I wonder if other teenage monsters have parents who do odd things?

The 26th day of August

I got into my first fight with my parents today and they sent me to my room! I couldn’t believe it! I must be the only monster that this has ever happened to. So what happened was Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura called to invite me to a moonlight party on the beach. I said yes without asking mom and dad first and I was so excited that I ran upstairs to tell them and they said NO! “We’re sorry dear but we already have plans to do something as a family - you should have asked us first.” I told them that all the monsters that would be in my class at Monster High would be there having a scary good time and that I had already told Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura that I could go and it just wasn’t fair that I wouldn’t be able to and then water started running down my cheeks! I didn’t know what to do and I thought maybe I’d somehow broken my eyes. Dad and mom gave me a hug, which I didn’t want at first, and told me it wasn't’ my eyes but my heart that broke a little bit but it was okay cause hearts still work even when they break. Then they told me that the water was tears and that it was very unusual for a monster to be able to cry and that made me even more special. I had to call Clawdeen Wolf and Draculaura back and let them know I couldn’t go but they told me it was okay and that the next time they would tell me ahead of time so I could make sure mom and dad didn’t have plans. I guess I still have a lot to learn but at least I’ve got good parents and friends to help me with the lessons.

The 28th day of August

This morning dad revealed his special project - a new pet he made just for me! It’s really cute and sweet and it’s not exactly a dog or a cat or a fish but more like a combination of everything. Dad told me that he took the best qualities of all the best pets and put them together. It barks like a dog, purrs like a kitten, swims like fish, has spikes like a dragon and eats bananas like a monkey. I’m going to call it Watzit. dad said its pet license is like ten pages long and the monster vet wasn’t even sure where to begin the examination. I don’t care though. Watzit slept at the foot of my bed and purred me to sleep. I love my life.

The 1st day of September

I had to get stitches today... well I guess I should really say new stitches. I was throwing a ball for Watzit and I heard rrrripppppp as the ball went one way and my arm went the other! I know that sounds terrible but it didn’t really hurt. It was kind of embarrassing though and I was really glad that no one was around to see it. Watzit brought the ball and my arm back and I went inside to see if dad could fix it. Mom was not very happy with dad and told him that he needed to work on his knot tying skills. Dad showed me how to stitch my arm back on and then gave me an emergency sewing kit to carry with me in case it happened when he wasn’t around. I really hope this doesn’t happen in front of my friends or I’ll be mortalfied.

The 6th day of September

I got my first letter in the mail today! It was my class schedule and a note welcoming me to Monster High. I think I’m more nervous now than I was before that first day at The Maul. It’s okay though because I know I’m getting ready to start my next great adventure and I just can’t wait to get started!

#monster high #monster high diary #frankie stein #wave 1

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kindapinkskies · 5 years ago

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‘lolla baby || h.s

i was given the opportunity to write for @always-jackedup‘s 25 Days of Summer and so here it is. i'm day 21 and it honestly just turned into how i want to spend my time at concerts and how much i love the band LANY. i tried my best but life is exhausting me at the moment sooo i hope you enjoy it.

i am so grateful that i was given the chance to be a part of this alongside so many talented writers. i hope that this fits in alongside all the other amazing works of art that have been posted this month.

i love you all ready

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Harry stops mid-step as he’s entering the bedroom. His mouth is hung open and his spoon is stopped mid-air. He shifts the bowl in his hand and drops the spoon back down. Looking over at the clock his brows furrow at the early time before looking back over at you.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You jump at the sound of his voice and quickly turn around, looking at him almost guiltily. “You look like you’re ready for a festival.”

You look down at yourself and Harry takes the time to look, to really look, at you again. High-waisted jean shorts, a tight crop top with a long flowy, sheer cardigan. He stops at the shiny black combat boots before slowly raking his eyes back up to your face. Your face is done up with perfect makeup, jewels lining under the corners of your eyes. You looked good, real good, and Harry wanted to mess it all up.

He raises his eyebrows up in question, when you don’t answer, and goes back to eating his cereal, “So?”

“Well, I mean, I just, well, you see,” you babble, struggling to find a way to tell him that you both are going to a festival.

“Come on love, what’s going on?”

“We’re going to Lollapalooza today,” you rush out, smiling at him sheepishly. He looks at you with squinted eyes, his chewing slowing down tremendously.

“I’m sorry?”

See the thing is, Harry doesn’t like festivals. Thinks they’re too expensive to see different bands for 45 minutes all day long. It sucks because if you like the band you barely get to see them. Then you have to deal with all the people pushing you around, the over crowded lines for the restroom, the food lines. You have to pay an over abundance for water, when that should be free because... it’s water. It’s usually always too hot, too. Harry would rather stay at home than deal with a festival. He knows that you know that.

This isn’t the first time you’ve tried getting him to go. You ask almost every year. Sure, he feels guilty about the dejected look on your face every time. So he goes out of his way to make it up to you, avoiding Grant Park like it’s the plague. But, I guess this year you finally weren’t taking no for an answer.

“Harry, I really want to go.” You say defensively, widening your stance and crossing your arms across your chest. Harry’s eyes linger on your exposed cleavage for a second too long before making eye contact with you. The look of hope in your eyes almost makes him crumble.

“Then why don’t you go by yourself?” He shrugs nonchalantly and takes another bite of his cereal.

Harry tries really, really, hard to ignore the hurt that flashes through your eyes but he nearly chokes on the bite he just took because of it. Setting down his bowl, he goes to move toward you but you flinch back. It’s clear that his words struck a nerve, one he didn’t mean to hit, and it makes him frown.

“Harry, I just wanted to do something with you but fine. Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” you snap, trying to desperately hide the waiver in your voice. You quickly turn back around and face the mirror because the longer you look at him the more likely you’ll cry. And you can’t cry, your makeup just looks too bad ass.

Even though Harry was feeling guilty at what he said, he still wasn’t quite understanding. “We do plenty together.”

“Forget it.” You shrug, going back to adding on a few more jewels to your eyes.

“Well now I’m not going to. You’re mad at me and I don’t like it.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift a little to look through the mirror and make eye contact with him, “Too bad, Harry. Deal with it until after I come back.”

Harry takes in the way your body has gone rigid and he really does feel bad that he’s ruined your mood. You looked so happy and carefree just minutes ago. He goes to step forward again but stops when he sees you flinch at the noise of his movement.

“Harry. I just want to experience life with you, things I like with you. I know we do a lot together and we always do things the both of us like but I’ve always wanted to go to this festival. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid and I’ve never been able to go. I want to go with you, someone I have fun with, to make my first time the most enjoyable.” You explain and it feels a little childish but you don’t care, you just need to get it out.

“I just figured you’d find someone in the crowd like you normally do at concerts.” Harry shrugs. He understands you now and it makes him feel like shit. Something he enjoys the most in this life is doing things with you. His favorite thing to do is go shopping a record stores and it’s ten times more enjoyable when you’re with him, picking out your own classic albums.

He gets it. But, fuck. A festival?

“I mean, probably so it’s fine. Don’t come. I’ll just go alone and be around all those people. Alone.”

Harry smiles at the dramatics you’re putting on and how unnecessary it is. He knew from the moment you told him, that he’d be going to a festival today. There’s nothing in this world he wouldn’t do to make, you, his girl happy.

“I mean, do you really want me to go alone to a place that big. Don’t you love me?” Even though he can’t see you, he knows you said that with a pout and it makes it his heart jump into his throat.

And he knows it’s just a joke but he can hear the underlying seriousness to it.

“Hey, baby, come on. Don’t play like that, you know I love you.” He mutters, quickly getting up and moving behind you. He feels you suck in a deep breath as he brings a hand to move some of your hair and press his lips to the skin of your neck. “What should I wear to look good next to my bad ass girlfriend?”

The smile that overtakes your face is worth all the hell Harry knows he’s going to endure today.

“Drink this and loosen up will you? You’re going to have fun. This will be fun.” You smile broadly, shoving a beer into Harry’s hands.

He looks down with wide eyes, “Where did you get this? I looked away for 2 seconds.”

“Don’t worry, drink it. I’ll race you?”

“It’s only 11am.”

“Who cares,” You smile sweetly and you can see Harry’s facade start to fade. “Come on, baby.”

Well, what the hell.

He clinks his plastic cup to yours and stares you down as he brings the rim to his lips. You follow his movements and before you know it, you’re racing to see who will finish first. He does, he always does but you’re not too far behind him. Taking in a deep breath, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand and immediately surge forward to kiss Harry. You’re already so happy, you don’t want this day to end.

“That was hot.” He mumbles against your lips, wrapping an arm around your back.

You giggle blissfully and Harry nearly falls over at the look on your face. He kisses you once more before you pull away and throw the cups into the recycling bin. The music is already playing and there’s already people jumping around and having a good time. Harry takes in the scenery and the way you fit in so perfectly. The way you sway in front of him, dancing to the nearest music, the way your hand sways in his as you tug him along, the way your face hasn’t stopped being happy since the moment you walked in. You belonged here and Harry was glad he got to witness it.

Maybe today won’t be so bad after all.

You stop in front of the stage a few minutes later, pulling him through the massive crowd until you’re almost directly in the middle of it all. The smile on your face makes him forget about the close proximity of all the people and only on you. You’re explaining to him that this is a band you both like and that he’s going to have so much fun.

So much fun. The words you haven’t stopped repeating. He’s starting to believe them.

First the drums started and then they were drowned out my deafening screams as band members filled the stage. When the music started and the lyrics filled up the space, Harry understood why you’ve always wanted to be here. Sure he’s been to concerts but this is a whole other level. The way the crowd reacts and interacts with the band, with the music is mesmerizing. Harry finds himself jumping up and down, dancing and singing along to the lyrics he’s listened to so many times before.

You end up grabbing onto him, moving his hands wildly around the two of you. You’re singing to him and with him and he swears he’s never seen you so carefree before. Pulling his phone out he captures pictures of the sight in front of him, the sight of you living your best life. The highest form of elation is spewing out of you as you dance and sing along.

“Make me feel like I am breathing.

Feel like I am human.”

Harry laughs at the little dance you do for the camera before singing along as well.

“Dancing through the night

A vodka and a sprite

A glimpse of the silhouettes

A night that they never forget”

When the band announces they’re goodbyes you boo along with the crowd as they walk off but you’re quickly turning around and throwing your arms around Harry’s neck. He stumbles a little in surprise but places his hands on your hips to steady you. You kiss him again, sweet and innocent.

“I love them,” You smiles wistfully, glancing at the stage quickly before looking him in the eyes. “Come on, let’s get to the other stage for the other band.”

And the same thing happens over and over again for each band. Harry can’t find a reason to complain about it. The feeling of the crowd, the music, you, it’s so much but it’s so good. He’s honestly having the time of his life and yeah, the alcohol in his system is probably helping with that but he doesn’t care. It’s all good, so good.

Finally the both of you take a break, around mid afternoon, to use the restroom and to get some food. Your hair has made it into a bun and your long, sheer cardigan is tied up right under the hem of your shorts, a knot holding it up. Harry’s almost shirtless, as he’s folded his shirt up under itself to get some air to his abdomen. It’s just so hot.

You shove another beer into his hand and you both chug one down as you stand in line to get food. Neither of you are sure what it is but it smells good and at this point anything will do. You’re both stumbling and tripping over your words a bit more than you should be. Beer has been really the only intake for the day and while that’s not the healthiest, it’s enhanced the feelings. Everything just feels right and Harry’s glad you forced him to drink that first beer in the morning, it really did loosen him up.

“Here, love, lets sit here in the shade.” Harry points out before sitting on the plush grass. He grabs at your hands and pulls you down, carefully grabbing the food out of your grasp in the process.

You sit criss cross in front of him, between his legs, resting your knees atop his thighs. He smiles at you and leans across to set a kiss to your lips. Smiling back at him you peck his lips three more times before pulling away and eating the food. You don’t speak much, the food consuming most of your attention as well as the music being played in the distance. Swaying to the music, you observe everything around you and just take it in completely. This is everything you’ve ever imagined it to be and you’re so ecstatic Harry came even if he was so against it.

“LANY is playing tonight. That’s why I really wanted to come.” You mention. All the food has been demolished and you’re sobering up a little with all the food finally in your stomach.

Harry leans forward, an amused smile on his face as he takes a napkin and wipes something off your cheek. You quietly thank him just as he responds, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I know I’ve seen them a few times already but they’re my favorite band and I need to see them play something like this. Also, I wanted you to finally see and feel what I do when they perform.”

He pecks at your lips again, “I can’t wait.”

If anyone were to ask, Harry would say he feels like he’s living in a dream. He feels like he’s outside of his body right now, like his soul is above himself and watching him. There’s really no clear way to explain it but that’s the best he can do right now. His eyes are glossed over, he knows that they are, as he watches you move around. You somehow made it to the barricade and the elation on your face was indescribable. It made him feel warm and tingly.

The sun was in its precious golden hour and the lights from the stage were starting to make themselves known in the dimming outside light. The left over sun was hitting against your skin perfectly and it was making you look like an absolute angel; like you were glowing. Harry found himself taking pictures of you as you talk with a girl next to you, waiting for the band to come on.

Harry knows you’ve seen this band multiple times and you always speak so highly of them so he’s excited to finally witness it himself. He’s heard the music before too, for obvious reasons, and he admits they’re good. Songs you can feel deep down whether you’ve personally been through the same situations or not. He smiles as he hears you laugh and he can’t wait until the music starts so he can hear more of it.

“Babe, there you are.” Someone comes out of nowhere, startling Harry a bit, and stops just behind the girl you’re talking to. “Do you understand how hard it is to get through a crowd like this?” He sounds exasperated and Harry finds himself chuckling under his breath. He said the exact same words, although way more irritated, this morning when they first arrived.

He’s glad his mindset has changed because he’s had the time of his life so far.

They engage in some sort of conversation and it makes you turn around and learn against the barrier. You smile a bright smile, the smile that hasn’t left your face all day and Harry quickly takes a picture before you turn bashful and push him away. A whine leaves you and you slump against him and try to get him to delete the picture. There’s no way he’ll do that though because the sun is still hitting you so perfect.

“You’re going to fall in love with this band.” You exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and forgetting all about the picture. You plant a kiss right on him and he barely has time to respond because you pull away just as quick as you came.

Now, you kiss him a lot but nowhere near as much as today. You’ve placed kisses onto his lips at the most random times all day. You’ll be dancing wildly to a song and just stop to quickly kiss him before you’re dancing again. You’ll be in the middle of a drink and you’ll just stop and kiss him. If the songs are a little slower, you’ll be close to him, mumbling the lyrics against his lips. Harry’s not sure what’s gotten into you but he supports it. He’d kiss you all day if he could.

“Aren’t you worried I’ll fall more in love with them than you?” He jokes, moving his hands completely around your waist.

You roll your eyes mockingly, “God no, have you seen yourself. You’re so in love with me, that’s not possible.”

Harry feels his cheeks warm up under your words and he turns his head down to smile bashfully at your feet. You’re so correct.

Just then there’s a deep rumble of bass and screams, simultaneously, and Harry nearly goes deaf. You’re turned away from him in a heartbeat, your hands wildly flailing around and your scream filling his senses more than all the others. You’re jumping up and down as the music starts and bright pink lights overtake the crowd.

“We met last summer!!” The crowd is so loud that Harry laughs. But it’s an overwhelming laugh, the one where you can’t really believe what you’re witnessing.

“Found my way to you!!” You’re turned back around pointing at him as you scream out the lyrics. “Gave me your number, to see if I’d come through!!” And then you’re turned back around, paying attention to the man up top and screaming out the lyrics like your life depended on it.

As you dance, Harry watches, completely mesmerized. He’s never seen someone look so carefree before. You hold your hands to your chest as you tip your head back and sing along to the sky. One look at you, anyone could tell you were in complete bliss.

The same thing happens for almost every song. Each one becoming more and more whimsical. Their sound is so original, unlike anything Harry’s ever heard before and he can see how anyone would love this band. The talent that oozes from them and the way the fans react. They deserve all this attention. They deserve all the attention you're giving them.

Harry can barely take his eyes off of you though. He’s in complete awe at how you move and sing along to the songs that clearly mean so much to you. Now this is when Harry would say he’s in a dream. The way the music sounds around you looking at him, singing the words to him like it’s your lifeline.

“Everything was better when

You would call and I'd be like "yea, babe"

We should talk about love again

Every night I'm wide awake

I almost call you, then I'm like no way

Oh, no way”

Your hands are intertwined with his as you dance in front of him, not once breaking eye contact. Everything seems to be drowned out and it’s only you, singing to him. He twirls you around and feels his stomach swoop when your giggle fills your space. Harry will never get over how unbothered you are. You look completely relaxed, like none of your problems exist anymore.

When the area is covered in a deep red and the music is slower, Harry pushes up behind you and sways along to the melancholy beat. He can feel your voice vibrating through your back and against his chest. You have a lighter up in the air as your hand moves back and forth. You sing along to the words so passionately that if Harry didn’t know you so well, he’d be sure that you’ve been through the worlds most massive heartbreak.

“I know your heart hurts the most at 3AM!”

You lean back into him as the words echo around him from everyone watching. One of your arms wraps around his neck and you continue to sway along, your other arm still up with a lit lighter.

“I’ve done my best to carry all this weight

I love you still

I always will

But this needs to change”

Your hands wrap in his hair at that lyric and you scratch at his scalp a bit. You’re entire body weight is almost completely on his but he doesn’t care, he holds you close and let’s you lose yourself in the song. The lyrics are deep, emotional, and you can feel them in your soul.

And Harry hates that the song ends because you step away from him and go back to gripping the railing in front of you. The atmosphere is immediately back to the way it was before, quick and upbeat. Everyone’s happy and jumping around and it’s such a whirlwind that Harry nearly feels like he's gotten whiplash. How one band can get so sad then so happy again is beyond him.

The crowd seems to burst even louder when the notes to the last, as they announced, song starts. Everyone screams the lyrics at the top of their lungs and Harry’s positive that if he were home right now, he'd be able to hear it at his apartment complex. He recognizes the song though and he knows that its one of their most popular songs.

He's heard this song multiple times. You sing it to him every chance you get and he gets giddy at the fact that you turn around to face him, completely ignoring the stage behind you.

“And you need to know

You're the only one, alright alright

And you need to know

That you keep me up all night, all night”

Your hands are in his and you're jumping up and down as you sing to him. He’s fallen so much more in love with you, in the last hour, and he didn’t think it could be possible. But it is. Harry can't help but lean in and sing right along with you. Your noses are just brushing and your arms are spread out beside you. Not giving a single care to the outside world around you.

“Oh, my heart hurts so good

I love you, babe, so bad, so bad

Oh, oh my heart hurts so good

I love you, babe, so bad, so bad”

Harry twirls you around a few times before grabbing your face and kissing you. So hard. It’s a deep kiss and the music only seems to intensify it. The immediate crowd around him seems to get louder but he pays no mind and only continues to kiss you to the song. Just like he has multiple times before.

The bass rumbles through him and he feels it in his chest, alongside your hands planted firmly there, right where his heart is beating too wildly.

“And you need to know

That nobody could take your place, your place

And you need to know

That I'm hella obsessed with your face, your face”

You finally pull away and smile brightly before immediately returning to the lyrics, like you hadn't just missed a whole verse. You could sing these words in your sleep. Harry didn’t think it was possible but he’s pretty sure you’ve gotten even happier looking. You’re like a shining star in the night sky right now and Harry cannot look away. He doesn’t want to look away.

You’re in each other’s faces again, screaming the lyrics at each other with smiles wide on each of your faces. Your noses only continue to brush together while you sing and it’s a sight for sore eyes honestly.

“And you need to know

You're the only one alright, alright

And you need to know

That you keep me up all night, all night”

The music for the song starts to fade as the ending lyrics keep repeating in your ears. Harry wraps you up again and plants a kiss on you before you’re pushing him away, giddily, and turning to the front again. You’re screaming along with the rest of the crowd as the band says their goodbyes. You’re waving your hands uncontrollably, like you’re trying to get their attention.

And it seems to work because he jumps down and runs along the barricade, occasionally jumping up in front of the crowd and leaning over the railing to hug people. He finally stops in front of you and gives you a hug. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him and Harry can’t help the smile that falls on his face.

He suddenly feels a hand grip his shoulder and when he shifts his eyes, he sees the singer looking between the two of you. Harry leans in when he gets pulled on and steps as close as he can.

“You two are the reason my songs come alive.”

And then he’s gone and you’re looking at him again with tears in your eyes. You lunge forward and kiss him, it’s barely a kiss though because its all teeth. Your smile is making it nearly impossible to kiss but Harry still does it.

The rest of the night goes by similar to the earlier portion in the day and by the end, Harry’s entire body is sore and he’s a bit buzzed again. You’re still a bubbly ray of sunshine, even in the night sky, and you jump around as you’re walking to the exit. The amount of drinks you’ve both consumed in the past couple hours was a bit much but it didn’t matter. It just made everything much more enhanced. Harry felt and heard everything. It’s been a beautiful day.

Harry can’t believe he’d been so against something like this. But, he’s aware it’s only been so enjoyable because it was spent with you.

With your hand intertwined with his, you swing your hands back and forth as you hum along to a song that you’d heard today. “Thank you for today.”

Harry smiles lazily at you, the alcohol in his system making him feel heavy now that there’s no adrenaline rushing through him, “Thank you for making me go.”

“That was everything I could’ve imagined and more. I can’t believe Paul said that to us!”

Harry smiles wistfully at you. That’s all you’ve been able to talk about since it happened. You step closer to him and hug his arm close, nearly skipping to keep up with his long steps. He speaks whats been on his mind most of the day, “I’d do it again next year.”

You smile the biggest smile, Harry thinks, you’ve smiled all day. “Really?”

Nodding immediately, Harry pecks your lips for the millionth time that day, “Oh yeah.”

You stop and step in front of him, swaying a little as you do, before wrapping your arms around him. The makeup on your face is a little smeared and some of your jewels are gone. Your hair is tied back in a loose bun and you have hairs sticking up everywhere; a complete 180 from this morning. But Harry still thought you looked just as good as you did before all this started.

“I told you, you’d have fun.” Your tone is teasing but your eyes show something completely different. Leaning in, you kiss him again. This time making it last. It’s languid and passionate. All tongue to deepen it, to get as close as possible. So many emotions mix around in the kiss and it makes Harry feel like he’s vibrating. You grip onto him for dear life and Harry can’t find it in him to protest, not that he ever would.

You pull away completely breathless, still smiling, and quickly place three more kisses to his lips. “I can’t wait.”

Harry grins at the copy of his words earlier in the day and wraps an arm around your shoulder to continue the walk to your shared apartment. Today had been one hell of a day and while he had fun, Harry couldn't wait to go to sleep. He was exhausted and he knew that you were too. He also knew that your feet were going to be swollen and you're going to be complaining about then all day tomorrow but it won't be that bad. Festivals do that to you. They beat you up and steal your money but they're worth it.

Worth it when you're with the right person.

And maybe they’re still hell but they're not that bad.

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coolgirl · 5 years ago

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Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty.

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5.

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10.

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic? i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

#Anon #jason todd #jason.txt #THIS has been my weekly jason rant. come back next week for more

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bluejaytaco · 4 years ago

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(The campaign will most likely be going on a hiatus due to holidays coming up and the DM owning his own comic business, thus he will be busier than most. But I just wanted to give an update on where we are cuz... holy shit....

Also, this is my way of taking notes now. If you follow me and don’t wanna see things about this session, you can either blacklist “adventures of art the bard” or “shut up jay.”)

So! From the last time, our party was split between two places. Theodora got to see Bahamut fighting against Mrs. Red (If you can call it fighting. more like Bahamut was getting stung by a particularly angry wasp.) This threw Theodora into a lot of questioning. But it was time to get the team back together! So, Theodora and Koejin split from Eltbalm and Shia in order to return to the tunnels for everyone else.

Down there where shit is also about to get real. Art, Alabaster, Hennessy, and Wreybar all find Wreybar’s family. All smiling. All acting very Ticket Master-y. And none of them letting us near the large door behind them. Alabaster did his best impression of Ticket Master to try and convince them to move.

They were not convinced.

Finding out they were all Ticket Master-y made Art try to converse with his hand. It was silent which made him look insane to Koejin and Theodora.

Koejin and Wreybar are all for killing them without mercy. Hennessy seems to be on that same page. Theodora and Alabaster are pretty much silent.

Sooo Art’s alone in the whole “let’s not kill these possessed gnomes” camp.

Art: Hold on! Hold on just a fucking minute! Wreybar, we’re down hear to find them. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do?! Completely sure?!

Wreybar: I need to get my big slice of cake! It’s high time for me! (clearly insane.)

Koejin: That’s some sound logic....

Art: ....are you fucking kidding me....?

Koejin: C’mon! Get Fucked: The Ballad of Wreybar! (Something Art agreed to if bardic inspiration were to be cast for Wreybar in battle)

Wreybar: (Nodding along in excitement)

Art: No! No fucking ballad of Wreybar! I cannot condone this!

(As this is happening, Hennessy misty stepped his way over to the door as everyone was distracted. He finds out the door has some acid on it. A little bit later, he decides to open it and out shoots a giant shot of acid all over the gnome family.)

Everyone:....

DM:.... Well, that solves that one. The rest of the bodies collapse and it becomes clear that none of them were alive to begin with.

(Art has a small exchange with Haida on whether or not that was the status quo for Ticket Master followers. She just shrugged and said “Pretty much.” Art... still isn’t too sure where he stands when it comes to Ticket Master.)

They walk into the room and see a giant black dragon chained up and protecting a small pile of eggs. We’re all discussing the best way to free the dragon without it killing us all.

Koejin: Before we do anything, though.... I need to talk to Art and Alabaster.... alone.

Art, realizing why:....Oh.... Okay.

Alabaster, also understanding: Yes, of course.

Theodora’s just kinda “Whatever” about everything. Wreybar kinda follows suit, but that’s normal for her. Hennessy, however, doesn’t like the idea of people keeping secrets (As if certain characters haven’t been keeping secrets this whole time....)

Hennessy puts up a fight and won’t listen to Art trying very hard to reason with him without getting pissed off. (Not an easy feat as their relationship is rocky at best.) Koejin ends up convincing him to go and giving us time to speak about what we know from our various gods. (Art’s not sure how to refer to Cerephim as he’s already been claimed by Ticket Master, something he’s still got... mixed feelings about.)

This is when Ticket Master speaks up again and starts talking about not only the fact that he will keep communication to a bare minimum in the presence of anyone with a bracelet, but also why he has the black dragon tied down in the first place.

Ticket Master: I am in a battle with a god of dragons. The best way to learn to take him down would be to take down others of his kind.

Koejin: Well, we’re going to free her.

Ticket Master: Well, she is under my power right now. And my abilities are what keep her protective of those eggs.

(She’s also made it obvious that the only thing she wants to do is tear us to shreds.)

As we’re preparing to tie things up, Ticket Master states that, as the God of Death and Deceit, he couldn’t not lie. Which means it’s something Task Master is currently dealing with.

Art: That means now you can tell the truth...

Ticket Master: Yes, Art, very good.

Art:.... so you can tell us your name?

Both Koejin and Alabaster wait expectantly. (Art’s been asking this question for a while now.)

Ticket Master:...I don’t know my original name. I’ve been a god for so long, I’ve lost it....

The silence continues.

Art: I’m sorry....

Alabaster: Well, we can give you a new name! Perhaps Perseus! (The name doesn’t really stick...)

Ticket Master, letting out a small laugh: I like that.

Alabaster: Yes! Percy!

After that, we start to discuss how we’re going to free the dragon without killing everyone and come up with a plan that involves Koejin casting an illusion that makes the party pretty much unseen while Art creates a double of himself to get the dragon out of the room and away from everyone.

Of course, we have to fill everyone in on this plan, which leads to everyone entering the room to ask what’s going on. Hennessy isn’t happy to hear he’s not allowed to know.

Art, extremely frustrated with Hennessy at this point: Look, there’s a certain piece of jewelry you’re wearing that stops you from knowing what we know. We get rid of that and I promise we can fill you in!

Hennessy: (looks at his bracelet)

Task Master: Oooo... Is someone trying to take off my bracelet?

Art, straightens up with a soft ‘fuck:’ No one said anything about that.

Koejin: Yeah, I mean, they’re very stylish.

Task Master: Oh, you can’t fool me! I know what you’re up to!

This then gets us into a fight among ourselves where Hennessy goes to threaten the life of the dragon, then threatening to untie the dragon before hearing the plan. At one point, he went to misty step over to the dragon to free her, but was stopped when Art went to punch him in the face. (Ended up rolling a 0 for that, so Art actually punched Task Master instead... yeah, he won’t regret doing that at all.)

Eventually, what happens is Theodora walks over and undoes Hennessy’s (and her own) bracelet and is immediately overcome with Bahamut’s voice.

Bahamut: You’re making a grave mistake, child. Return the bracelet to its place. Now.

She fights the voice for a while and none of us know how to help. It’s then that Hennessy freezes it and steps on it, effectively breaking it under his boot.

Theodora’s mind then goes silent.

The moment the bracelet’s broken, Task Master panics and creates a portal for himself. He keeps saying “Ohhh, this isn’t good!” (I mean, I knew he wasn’t the brains of the operation, but still!)

Hennessy finally agrees then to allow Art to have the key to the chains so we can put the plan in action. We also made a plan to get the eggs out as well, leaving only the dragon and Art’s copy behind.

After everyone’s invisible, Art casts Mislead and moves his double over to the dragon. He undoes the cuffs and immediately bolts for the door so the dragon can give chase.

He doesn’t get far. But the acid spray she aimed at him also caused a weakness in the tunnel, which meant we were dealing with a collapse as Art was being torn apart.

We all manage to get out of the tunnels while Art gets a little bit of insanity added to his meter due to experiencing death with the dragon. (It’s nothing really too bad; I’m just mad that he’s no longer one of the most sane people in the party.)

We decide to set up camp a little ways away from the tunnel where Koejin suggests people taking watch (something we haven’t had to do until now.) We all take the order with Koejin at first watch and Theodora at last. (Alabaster, being an elf, didn’t need the rest so he was out there with them for most of this.)

Theodora, at the end of her watch, leaves two notes (one for the team, the other for Koejin), the sword she carried from the Samhain Islands, and then leaves.

And that’s where this particular session ended. It fucked with all of us that Theodora would just... up and leave us.

(But, this is faaaar from the most fucked up thing to happen. Stay tuned!)

#adventures of art the bard #dnd bard #tiefling #dnd wizard #dnd ranger #dnd cleric #dnd paladin #dnd barbarian #homebrew characters #dnd gods #I really hate that this is going on hiatus but it is what it is #I might also post about the Grim Hollows campaign I'm a part of #Meh #who knows #shut up jay

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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Plastic and Glass: Rocker Axel ch 3

Ch 1 ch 2 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut

Songs: Take Me with U by Prince

Painting of Axel by @hiddlelecki

Axel and Stephanie put their socks and boots back on and Axel pulls his shirt over his head as a slight chill fills the air. He grabs them the bottle waters from the small cooler he brought. He downs his quickly as Stephanie sips hers until it is gone. She lays back on him as he wraps his arms around her. Her Mother watches with a disapproving smirk. Her brother and sister in-law cuddle.

“Where did you and Axel go?” Her Mother prodded.

“Just along the lake,” Stephanie answered.

“I didn’t see you,” Her Mother cackled.

“I didn’t know you were looking for us,” Stephanie counter. “We talked to some friends we ran into.”

Axel whispered, “You better not have been behind the changing room making out with that hoodlum.”

Stephanie giggled.

The DJ announced, “I’ll be playing some of your favorite tunes that people came up her to suggest while I was setting up. Enjoy the fireworks.”

The song Take Me with U by Prince starts to play. The sky lights up. Stephanie jumps at the first big bang. Axel holds her tighter and laughs. Axel starts singing not real loud but loud enough for Stephanie to hear over the fireworks. “I can’t disguise the pounding of my heart, it feels so strong.” Stephanie joins in, “It’s in your eyes, what can I say, they turn me on. I don’t care where we go, I don’t care pretty baby, just take me with you…”

Another firework crashes as beautiful multicolors light up the sky. Stephanie’s body shakes again. Axel keeps singing to calm her which helps. “Come on and touch the place in me that’s calling out your name… We want each other oh so much why must we play this game...”

Stephanie joins in on the chorus again. Voice a little shaky but perfectly in key complementing Axel’s. “I don’t care where we go, I don’t care pretty baby just take me with you…”

“Hey sis,” Mark leaned to see her. “Who sings this?”

“Prince and Apollonia,” She said proudly.

“Let them,” Mark laughed.

Stephanie smirked singing louder, “All I want is to spend the night together. All I want is to spend the night in your arms...”

Axel laughed, “Funny, but I think you sound great babe.” He kissed her cheek and sang with her a little quieter. Snuggled her tightly whenever another extra loud firework went off.

“I’ve always loved the colors, but the sound of fireworks is a little jarring sometimes.” She nuzzled into Axel.

There were other songs Axel sang into her ear to try to relax her during the barrage of huge bangs in the sky that lit up in magnificent colors. When the finale started she buried her head into his chest. He stroked her hair softly until that was all over. Everyone got up. Some were clapping, hooting, and hollering for the grandeur of the event. Axel scooped up the blanket folding it under his arm, puts the cooler over his shoulder.

“Say goodbye to your friend Stephanie,” Her mother remarks. “I’m sure he wants to get home to bed.”

“Actually, I will be riding home with Axel,” She was matter of fact. “I need to pack up some cloths. Then follow him home. Might be back Sunday.”

Her mother’s jaw drops as Stephanie walks away with Axel.

Stephanie giggles and kicks her feet as Axel grabs her up in a bridle hold, “We better get there before her, I really don’t want a confrontation.”

“No problem.” Axel grins. “Just want to get you back to my place to wreck that pussy. All your defiant behavior has me hard already.”

She laughs more, “I think anything I do makes you hard.”

“Maybe,” he put her down. Grabbed the helmets.

As Axel was putting the helmet on Stephanie, Mark walked over, “You two have a half hour to get her things and go. Mom is pretty fuming. I’ll do my best to calm her down before dropping her at home. Have fun sis. Axel, just be gentle and wear protection.”

Stephanie holds in a laugh.

“Always,” He got on the motorcycle and Stephanie got on the back.

They were zooming off as Mark walked back to the van thinking about what to tell his Mom. He was supposed to discourage Stephanie from leaving with Axel. He didn’t do that and eventually his Mother would be reaming him out for it.

As soon as Axel stopped the motorcycle, Stephanie jumped off to run in the house to pack up some cloths frantically. Axel put the kick stand down and followed her.

“Calm down Babe,” Axel suggested. “It only took us ten minutes to get here. We have twenty more minutes.”

Stephanie stuffs cloths in her backpack, “I just really don’t want to deal with her tonight.”

“I don’t want you driving all frazzled like this.” Axel said calmly. “Come here.” He pulled her away from pushing on her bag to zip it.

“We don’t have time Axel,” She squirmed.

He took her face in his hands, “Just two minutes to focus on something else.” He leaned down to kiss her. To take her breath away. To take her mind off the current dilemma. “Better?”

She nods. Softly said, “We should go.”

“I’m going to pull in the Walmart I saw a few miles away. I need to buy some more magnums.” He winks.

Stephanie grins as she grabs her bag and heads upstairs. Axel follows. Slaps her ass as she get to the top.

“Enough of that for now young man,” She runs though the upstairs out the door.

Axel follows with his large strides catching up easily. Stephanie jumped in her car. Axel swung his leg over his cycle. As they pull off turning left out of the driveway her brother came in the other way dropping her Mother off.

At almost midnight on July fourth the Walmart parking lot was mostly empty when they pulled in. Stephanie pulled where a truck was on one side of her and an empty space for Axel on the other side. On the other side of that was a van. They went inside straight to the area he knew he could find what he was looking for. He bought two boxes which made the young cashier look at him and Stephanie with wide eyes. She looked at the Magnums and back at Axel again.

He grinned, “Holiday weekend.”

The cashier turned beat red and hurriedly scanned the items and took Axel’s cash. As soon as Axel walk out he busted out laughing.

“Poor girl didn’t know what to think.” He laughed harder.

“I think it tipped her over the edge when you said, ‘holiday weekend.’ Like we are going to use two boxes in two days.” Stephanie giggles.

He grins, “I usually order the 100 pack to last longer but since twelve packs is all they had I got two. I’ll order more soon.”

Stephanie goes to get in her car.

“Let me in the passenger side.” Axel was giving her that look of hedonistic need.

As soon as she got in, she unlocked the door. Axel reached down and found the lever to push the seat all the way back. Then the button that lays it back. He got one of the condoms out while he looked round searching for any spectators or cameras. The truck blocked the closest camera. He took his pants and shorts down.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie looked around nervously.

“I told you, you gave me a hardon and riding my motorcycle is a little difficult in this position so what do you think we are doing.” He got situated in the seat all on display. “We are going to fuck right here. Take your panties off and jump on pretty girl. It is all for you.”

She hurries out of her panties as she giggles, “You are so bad Axel.” She holds his shoulds as she attempted to ease his cock inside, lowering herself as she whimpered.

“Been good all day,” he hissed. “Its time we let go and be bad.”

He grabbed her hips forcing her down quickly. She gasped. Tears welling in her eyes from the shock. He pulled her down again a little less forcefully.

“You got this Stephanie,” Axel gritted his teeth. “move those hips how I like. Take my cock deep.

“Yes Axel,” she muttered as she found her comfort.

She felt him thrust as she rolled her hips keeping up with him. Her hands gripping his shirt as her hair fell around his face. She moaned out as he hit her exactly right. He began to rub her clit so she would come with him soon.

“Fuck you are so good Stephanie.” he grunted. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, sooo… Oh fuck Axel,” She threw her head back losing her speech as she came.

He came with a growl hold her hips as she road out her orgasm. She fell over him minutes later. He held her.

“That was fucking great for being in a car, babe,” He kissed her. “I have a cramp in my foot, but it was worth it.” Axel takes a deep breath. “You alright? Will you be able to drive to my place?”

“As soon as I can feel my legs, I’ll be fine,” Stephanie giggles as she moves back over to the driver’s side and puts her panties on.

Axel opens the door and tosses the condom in the parking lot. He gets his pants back on with some struggle. He sits there a minute more before looking over at Stephanie who is looking at him eyes droopy. “I guess I’m ready to ride easier now if you can drive.”

Stephanie starts her car, ‘I’m good.”

He reaches and leans over to kiss her, “That’s my dirty bad girl.” He gets out and straddles his motorcycle. Pulling out.

The own over the truck is just stepping around to get in as they pull away. He see’s the newly used condom laying there, “Damn horny kids. I miss that time.” He grumbles before getting into his truck.

#axel cluney #rocker axel #axel and stephanie #original story #fanfic #fan fiction #creative writing #writing #short story #love story #smut #angst #fluff #bill skarsgard #rock n roll #walmart

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itsgonnabe-brian-may · 6 years ago

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mirror, mirror p2/6?

// I’m sooo sorry this took so long!! I finally figured out what I want to do with this fic and I really like the way it's going. anyways here's part 2! Tell me how you feel & if you want to be added to the taglist. I’m going to post once a week for now on!

wc: 1.6k

pairing: eventual Brian May x reader

tag list: @whott @geek-and-proud @obsessedwithrogertaylor @killer-queen-xo

Part 1

“I met her,” Brian said smugly and turned to the audience looking for you, he began plucking the first chords as your eyes locked across the room.

The rest of the bad faltered. Sure they hoped they would meet you. But today? No, they definitely were not expecting that. And the calm manner in that Brian started playing further confused them. So much so that they all missed their entrances into the song. Thankfully Roger snapped out of the daze joining in. The crash of the symbols startled the rest of them into playing. Soon enough they were performing, instead of just playing. However, they all tried to figure out who the mystery messenger was.

Before it hadn’t been obvious if it was a man or woman. Lipstick is a great writing utensil! It’s hard to clean off a surface, meaning it’s certainly perfect for a statement. It’s easy to come by. It’s concealable. Plus it’s the era of Rock and Roll. If men can wear platform boots, which are just extreme high heels. Then men can wear lipstick too. Plus it was often a peachier shade, which was neutral and could blend in. The inclusion your gender narrowed down the list a little. With a higher chance of getting it right, the boys spent the show scanning the audience for a similar lip shade. Each coming up with a few potential messengers, distracting them further from their performance.

Unfortunately for the curious boys, you were dancing in the back corner, with poor visibility. Partially in your own world, except for the casual and consistent glances in Brian’s direction. You always had a good time when they performed. They were amazing musicians. Even when distracted. It normally went by fast, especially when you got lost in the music. Today’s set, however, went by really fast. You swore the songs seemed rushed. And Freddie’s regular rambling 10 minute thank you speech was cut short too,

“Thank you Darlings, have a good night!”

Joe, Fred, and Roger practically ran off stage. Not even 4 seconds had passed before Brian was bombarded with questions.

“How did you meet her?”

“When!?”

“Is that why you were late?”

“What’s her name?”

“What does she look like?”

“More importantly is she hot?”

“Do you think she means what she writes?”

“How does she know when we play here?”

“Is she a blonde? Wait no, brunette?”

“How do you know it’s actually her?”

“Is she a groupie? Please don’t be a groupie”

“What’s wrong with groupies John?”

“Is she nice?”

“How does she get backstage?”

“What was she wearing?”

“Does she work here?”

“Or does she break in?”

"How many shades of lipstick does she have?"

"Who is her favorite band member?"

The questions flew out of their mouths faster than answers could be formulated.

“Woah, Woah, it’s been like 2 seconds, calm down,” Brian said putting his hands up as if trying to signal them to stop the questions.

“Wait, but seriously how did you guys meet?” John asked, clearly just as fed up with the stupid questions.

“Yeah!” Fred and Roger added in unison.

“Well, I kind of walked in on her... I forgot my pick in the dressing room and ran to go get it. There she was, writing a message, we talked briefly but Fred kept calling my name so I had to go,” Brian explained.

“Are you daft? You didn’t get her name?” Roger asked groaning, bringing up a hand to pinch his brow in frustration.

“I’m not an idiot, it’s-“

“Y/N,” you and Brian said in unison. Your voice ending slightly after his. The 4 unsuspected boys whipped around to look at you. You were standing off to the side of the stage by the black velvet curtains.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you all in person, ” You said sheepishly your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. The boys didn't really know how to react or what to say. Until John took a step and extended his hand to you,

"Hi, I'm John, this is Fred, Rog and well you already met Brian," he smiled kindly.

"It is very nice to meet you, darling, I'm glad your such a big fan," Freddie exclaimed, forgoing the handshake and pulling you into a hug. Your shocked expression caused a lighthearted laugh from the other 3 who knew Fred's antics and lack of personal space.

"Well, let me buy you a post-performance beer?" You asked tucking a hair behind your ear. "It's the least I can do," you smiled.

"Dear, it should be the other way around, we owe you a thank you," Brian spoke up, "You were one of the first to believe in Queen," he added smiling at you.

"Lets compromise, I'll buy the first round and you can buy the second," you suggested

"Sounds like a wonderful plan Y/N," Roger said in a flirtatious tone. He wasn't one to deny that you were gorgeous. You, however, knew his ways and rolled your eyes,

"Come on, this offer is going to expire in 10...9...8...7...-"

"You heard the girl, let's get a drink!" Fred said grabbing your hand and pulled you out into the pub. The rest of the boys following. They found a table in the corner whilst you ordered 5 beers, you chose your favorite house special as you had no idea what they preferred. Luckily they weren't awfully picky.

The night evolved into a surprisingly calm night. You had 4 or 5 beers, but you weren't feeling drunk. Slightly tipsy maybe, but the flow of conversation stopped you from thinking about it. You had started the night talking to all of them, telling them some things about yourself, like your job, what you were studying in school, where you grew up and how you got to writing the messages. Your background and why you were so invested in music, and then specifically their music. Roger, who had a few more drinks than you, thought you had liked the music because they were all "hotties" but you reminded him that the radio doesn't do them justice or even mention what they look like. Which lead to Roger's reaction that everyone thought was funny. Then the conversation evolved to one on one with each of the boys. You and John started talking Bass riffs and ended up talking about tea for a solid 20 minutes. Fred shared his opinions on your outfit, all positive and flattering. When you mentioned you bought your pants at Biba, he practically squealed in excitement. That led you down a 45-minute rabbit hole of talking about fashion. Roger ended up joining in on the conversation with his own opinions and ideas for new looks that he was going to try on stage. You convinced him to try wearing just a suit coat, which he thought was a fantastic idea. Throughout the night your gaze subconsciously shifted towards Brian. Brian had also been watching you, in a non-creepy way, of course, it was more out of curiosity. So when you eventually sat down next to him with two glasses of water and the intention of getting to know him better, he was ecstatic.

"So why play with a six-pence coin when there are perfectly good guitar picks out there?" You had asked to start the conversation. He had replied in a thoughtful and calculated manner. Which lead to talking about his guitar and then your jewelry as you and your mother had hand made one of the necklaces out of a coin. You and Brian hit it off almost immediately. You told him things you hadn't told anyone and he did the same. You two were totally in your own world, so you were shocked when you looked down at your watch and it was 1:32 am.

"Shit, I have to get going, I have class at 9," you said suddenly standing up. "It was very lovely meeting you all! I hope to see you guys around soon?" You said offering a loving grin. You all hugged goodbye and made promises to keep up with the band.

"Oh, Brian, don't forget your coat in the dressing room," you whispered in Brian's ear before walking away.

"Bye, Y/N," they all called before returning to their previous conversations.

Instead of going straight to your apartment, you stopped by the dressing room one final time that night. You changed the words from earlier to digits, along with adding your initial and a lip print.

On your way out, you ran into Miami or properly know as Jim Beach. He was on his way to collect the boys and make sure that they got some sleep before going to the next gig. You two had a short conversation that ended up with you pocketing a business card and an even bigger grin on your face.

"Come on boys, it's late and we have a gig tomorrow," Miami called out stepping into the pub. The Queen members weren't the only ones there, but they all seemed to get the message and slowly got up and got their stuff together.

"Hold on, let me grab my coat from the dressing room," Brian said breaking away from the group.

As he walked to the dressing room, he noticed that it was the only room with a light on. He swore he turned it off before leaving. It happened to be the light by the mirror. He picked up his coat from the chair right by the door and sighed. The events from the night finally hitting him, hard. He was tired. Yet, all of the tiredness seemed to escape him when he saw the phone number written delicately on the mirror. Brain left the bar with the same wide grin you had left with 10 minutes ago.

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bechobbi · 6 years ago

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Rooftop (Sam Drake x @aliceriddel-aka-zephyr) Oneshot

There it is my friend! Sorry if took so long!

TAGS: @aliceriddell-aka-zephyr

Sam got your phone number few months ago when you two met by coincidence at a museum. He noticed you in the crowded hall of the building where there was the exhibition. That day he did everything he could to follow your figure across the rooms waiting for the best moment to approach you. He had seen your shy silhouette wandering around the art works. Then, at the right moment, he had pretended to bump into you. "Oops sorry madame, everything ok?" He asked struggling to act normal, but in his mind he was chuckling. "It's ok, no problem" you replied softly. "I was totally captured by these wonderful pieces of arts that I didn't pay attention on where I was walking. Sorry again." You smiled tenderly "Don't worry. Yeah, you can say it. I love this artist too." "You know him very well, don't you?" Sam kept talking as he reached your side. His gaze towards the painting just in front of you both. "Just the most relevant things. You do?" you were starting to enjoy that polite chit-chat. "Well, you know, just the relevant things" he chuckled and winked at you. You felt your cheek blushed and let out a small laugh sensing his interest for you. You two kept talking for a while and eventually he asked you your phone number with the excuse to go on other exhibits maybe together. You accepted.

The two of you had gone out together very often and you had started to develop a big crush on him, though the age difference between you two made you always stop yourself before saying inappropriate things. He was smart, humorous, charming, caring and so damn attractive. You were aware that people looked bad at him when you two were out together and did not want that others could think he was THAT type of men who go after little girls. It was hard to fight against those feelings, and it was even harder when Sam gave you some looks of his which made you twitch inside. It was like he wanted to tease you as much as he could to test your reactions.

One day you had gone to the city centre to buy some books for your studies. Once inside the shop your phone rang. The display was showing the name <<Sam>>. "Hello?" "Hi pretty, got plans for tonight?" You gulped at the way he called you "Ah..ehm..N-no, I am free" He laughed detecting your embarrassment, but it was a clear sign for him. A sign he could never not notice. "Sooo, preettyy I'm gonna take you out and show you something." Your legs shook a little and thought "FUCK STOP TEASING ME!". Instead of those words you replied with a curt "Fine, when and where?" "9pm. I'll come to your place. Dress nice. See you later babygirl." then he hung up. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!" you hissed inside the shop and when the cashier scowled at you with a frown you stormed out of the shop ashamed. It was 7.30pm already and you panicked at the idea of Sam calling you pretty and babygirl. You were sure he could smell estrogen in the distance and this savage image of him made your walls tremble. He told you to dress nice, what about that? What was the exact meaning of "nice" for Samuel Drake? Maybe an evening dress? Something sexy? Something elegant? Something... "Something WHAT?" you mumbled staring at your wardrobe. Considering the confusion in your head you decided to text him to ask. His answer came quick: <<Pretty, just dress what you feel like :P>> "Why you always so cryptic, Sam??" you frowned.

It was 8:30pm and in thirty minutes Sam would have been there to take you out. "TAKE YOU OUT", "TAKE. YOU. OUT." His words echoed in your head and suddenly your eyes widened discovering a whole new meaning behind them. He had never told you that, indeed he had always used more general terms. You mascara fell on the floor. Your hands started to shake and you found yourself still not ready! "SHIIIIIIT" you rushed back to the wardrobe throwing the clothes around the room. By taking a quick glance at the clock (it was obviously going faster because it knew you had an important night waiting for you!) you saw that for heaven's sake it was... DING-DONG.

Your doorbell. "SHIT!"

DING-DONG. "FUCK!"

DING-DONG. "Goddamn me! I'M COMING!" you yelled in complete frenzy and run toward the door.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG.

The doorbell kept ringing till you wrenched the door open panting heavily. "Looooove the way it sounds" Sam chuckled with a big smile on the face and his forefinger still on the doorbell. "I GUESS SO" you roared. Then puffed and recovered your normal cute attitude.

Sam lifted his eyebrows and whistled at you. This made you remember you had just shorts and t-shirt on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity, so he stepped inside while closing the door behind him then leaned against you. "All for me... pretty girl?" You bit your inside cheek and stood there paralyzed. You were watching him in slow motion: his hand reached your chin while he looked in your eyes intensely. He eventually pinched gently your nose and winked pushing away from you. Your head felt dizzy cause you thought he was about to kiss you. He chuckled and reproached you: "C'mon! Go get ready!" You jumped and stammered out "I don't know what to wear". You were fidgeting with your fingers. He smirked, then crouched down gazing at you from below and grabbing your hands: "Show me what you have, pretty girl. I'll help." You blushed and snatched his shirt to guide him through the apartment. Once in your room he burst out laughing at the sight of the mess inside there.

"A bomb exploded here?" You smiled at him and gestured the wardrobe: "YOU dropped it by saying to <<dress nice>> as I have no idea of what <<nice>> means to you." Sam sat on the bed picking up random clothes on it, he made a funny face when he found one of your bras. Then replied to your affirmation. "Worried about me? About what I think it's <<nice>>?" "Yeah! 'Cause for the first time you asked me out! And I wanted to be..." you stopped and bit your tongue when that sentence left your mouth. It was too late for retrieval. He patted on the bed next to him: "Wanna tell you something, come here". You slowly reached him and sat down. He was so near like never before and you didn't know how to behave in that new sistuation. Age difference came into your mind once more, you couldn't deny it was inconvenient for both of you. Though, Sam was the most careful man you ever met and you had just unloaded that fucking sentence. "Shit..." was the only word your brain was able to process in repetition. "Daria" he was staring at the floor "I've never asked you out before. Yes. You're right. And... you're so young... You know, I really struggled to see you just as a friend..." Sam was serious but his strange smile made you intercept some sort of embarrassment. "...Shit... I'm no good at these things..." You were gone. Totally left behind. Was he really saying what you heard? Impossible, how could that be? For all this time he... he tried hard to avoid to see you more than a friend? It felt so fine and wrong at the same time.

Silence between you two.

At some point, you found the courage to speak. "Sam..." "Yes?" "...would you still mind helping me with the clothes?" Sam scoffed and you relaxed a bit. He took your shoulder and rocked you genlty "I was serious, you know? You've ruined the moment!" then gave you a wink. You laughed "Sam, what you doin' with my bra?" He looked down at it studying the texture. "I was wondering how it'd fit you." "I could show you..." He choked and started coughing hard "Gotta quit smoking...", then when he recovered he glanced at you figure "Well, well, well... do I have to take it as a <<yes>>?" You bit your lower lip and nodded softly. So he held your shoulder tighter and a big smile appeared on his face. The man passed you the black lacy bra which had the peculiarity be a close front bra. "Alright then, now we will dress you up with something nice and go together to an exhibit. Just me and you. Sounds good?" "Pretty good. So, show me the meaning of <<nice>>" He smirked and stood up reaching the wardrobe. In less than 10 minutes he had chosen a dark green silky shirt with long sleeves, a black pleated mini skirt, a black racer leather jacket and a pair of dark green boots. The finishing touch was a black velvet lace tied into a bow around shirt's neck. He helped you with this last thing then took a step back to admire your figure. "There you are, take a look" he said proudly gesturing the mirror on the wall near the wardrobe. You did so and felt beautiful. You watched yourself in the mirror covering your mouth in disbelief. The one Samuel Drake really had an extraordinary idea of <<nice>>! And he was great with colors too! "So?" he asked "Wow! I like it!" you answered turning to him. "Glad to hear it, pretty girl" and said so he hugged you from behind placing his chin between your neck and shoulder "You're super cute with those puppy eyes of yours" A thrill went up your spine. He was so damn close! And wanna talk about what he just said to you?! "Me? Puppy eyes?" was the only thing you managed to say starting to feel the warmth coming from his body. He gave you a feathery kiss on the side of your neck and a soft moan escaped your mouth. He groaned too hearing that lovely sound, so he gently captured your lips with his. He kissed you. You two finally kissed after all this time!

After this first contact, the two of you headed to the exhibit Sam wanted to go with you. You enjoyed yourself a lot, flirting and playing around in the crowd, then at some point Sam grabbed your hand and started walking fast in the direction of an emergency exit. He opened it by stealth, went out and and pulled you in his arms closing the door with one foot. He kissed you again, and again, and again, and again... "Oh, how long I waited for this moment to come, Daria, you know that?" "Tell me about it, Sam" you giggled "And would you mind please tell me why the alarm of the emergency door didn't sound?" He showed one of his most cheerful smiles "A friend of mine owed me a favour" You smiled back "So what's next?" "Follow me and I'll show you, my little Daria" You did so as he went up the stairs. Once at top floor of the building he rummaged in his pocket to pull out a set of keys. He put the right key in the keyhole and led you on the rooftop. You took strong hold of one of his arms and whiper "Sam, I am terrified of heights" "Don't worry babygirl, stay near me ok?" He locked the door and wrapped your waist with his strong hands. "This is my surprise for you" he said pointing at the full moon in the sky. The astonishing view made you forget about your fears. "This night is ours, kitty" and the two of you started kissing eagerly.

The night was illuminated by the moon, the streets below were full of nightlife. You were lost in Sam's arms. He was teasing you by gently licking and biting your lips. Thrills covered your whole body and you noticed how wet your panties already were. You couldn't help but moan in low voice as he pushed you to the edge. "Daria, puppy eyes, you know you make me think of such dirty things" Your knees trembled and your heart skipped a beat. "Do you want me? 'Cause I really wanna have you..." He was asking your permission. Your gaze roamed his lustful expression and gave him a wet kiss. "Sam...I do, of course I do want you..."

Next to the door there was a travel bag, Sam hurried to it. Inside, there were a pair of blankets and two pillows. He made sure he locked the door then came back to you. He intertwined his fingers in yours and pulled you toward the place he had in his mind. Just around the corner of the wall where the door was positioned, there was enough space for both to lay down. So he prepared everything and captured you again in his embrace. "Where were we, my sweet Dasha?" A lascivious smile covered your face and crawled down on the blankets with him. Sam wanted you to feel his hardness so he grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You felt it and heard him groaning. As you saw his increasing pleasure you pushed your hips little harder and he threw his head back cursing. "Dasha, you're gorgeous...". By saying so his hands clutched your breasts then he started to unbotton your shirt. You were panting hard and getting even wetter. Sam found his way to your close front bra and in a second he was admiring for the first time your naked chest. The velvet lace was still tied in a bow around your neck. "So hot..." he murmured as yor nipples hardened. He dribbled his thumbs and forefingers and caressed your nipples. High pitched moans escpaed your mouth and he made you feel his bulge more and more. At some point, you begged him to take you while you were already unzipping his pants. Sam moved your panties on one side of your wet pussy, lifted you up by grasping your ass and place his tip at your small entrance. Gradually, Sam moved you down while with his hips were pushing to enter you. It hurted like the first time as he really was well-endowed. You were clutched to his body, your breasts against in face, your hands in his hair. Lost and horny as hell. God only knew how many times you dreamt all this. He began murmuring your name and groaning louder at each thrust goig deeper and deeper. Finally, Sam was showing you how much he loved you and for how long he had to hold back. He bit and sucked your breasts finding his way to your spot. The both of you eventually reached your climax. He was panting heavily and you were almost unconscious. You hugged him tight "I love you, Sam. Don't leave me." He hugged you back "Daria, I won't, believe me. I love you so much". In a moment of full lust, you decided it was time to make him cum, so you started riding him harder as you forced him to suck your fingers. Sam smiled smugly and played your game by sucking, licking and biting your fingers as his cock was taking you more and faster. He couldn't help but moan together with you when he noticed you were about to cum. "C'mon little kitty, c'mon, let me feel you, make my cock wet with your sweet juices..." he ordered you at each thrust. "Ah- Saaaam..." your walls clutched around his hardness, as he kept pushing you cummed whimpering loud. By hearing those lovely sounds of yours he felt his climax near, then he filled you up.

You stood there on him smiling like a stupid as he did the same. He tucked your hair away and gently made you lay down in his arms. "You're so small...you should have told me, sweet Dasha" he chuckled. You scoffed "I used to be" He kissed you "Yeah, you can say that. You'll never be again with me around".

#sam drake fanfiction #sam drake #samuel drake fanfiction #uncharted 4 #samuel drake #hope you like this!

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korra-the-red-lion · 3 years ago

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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 18: Interview with Jackie Park.

(Ally)

I sat up with a jolt, my breathing hitching in my chest as I oriented myself. I felt like I couldn’t breathe properly, like there was water in my lungs. A pair of strong hands gripped my shoulders. I blinked a few times, trying to focus.

“Take a deep breath, Ally.”

I did as instructed. My breathing slowed down, air filling my lungs. My throat was burning with pain, and it was hard to swallow. Lyn’s face swam into focus as my vision returned. I reached up and touched her face, just to make sure it was real. Her skin felt warm and soft to my touch, grounding me back to reality.

“Hey,” I croaked.

“Hey,” she smiled, putting her hand on top of mine. “Are you okay?”

“I just felt like I was drowning…” I shuddered, the sensation taking over again.

Lyn nodded sympathetically. “Hold on a minute,” she slipped off the bed. She walked over to her bag and pulled out a pharmacy bag. She walked back over, opening a bottle a liquid Ibuprofen. “Here, have some of this. It will help with the swelling.”

I took it and sipped it slowly. I couldn’t remember the last time I took liquid medicine, probably when I was a kid. Also, when did she get this? I looked outside and realized with a shock that it must be some time later in the day. I rubbed my throat, feeling the bruises.

“How long was I out?” I asked. I wish I had my phone and glasses.

“I mean, not sure? It’s nearly 12 now, if that helps,” Lyn frowned. “I didn’t know if you had classes or not, but I figured you needed the sleep. I just went to work and grabbed some meds on the way home, something easy for you to swallow.”

“Thanks,” I smiled. “I appreciate it.”

She smiled at me again before tugging at her ear awkwardly. “Sooo, um, last night…do you remember anything?”

Last night? Of course, I did. I knew what she was talking about specifically, however. I nodded, shifting forward on the bed. Lyn was watching me carefully, nothing showing on her face. Slowly I reached up, cupping her face in my hands. Her eyes were shining brightly, her mouth quirking upwards. Lyn closed the gap between us, kissing me fully.

I melted into the kiss. I felt her smile against my lips as she gently put one her of arms around me. I went to deepen the kiss when I winced from the sudden movement. Lyn pulled away, concern written on her face.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked, running a finger down my face.

“No, not you,” I tapped my throat lightly, “it just hurts.”

Relief filled her eyes. “Okay. Maybe some ice and heat will help with the swelling. I have to head to my next class in a little bit, but I can help you back to your res first. I also washed your clothes from last night so you could at least wear your stuff.”

I smiled gratefully at her. Not that I minded these clothes she lent me, but they were way too big for me to walk around. Lyn gave me some privacy as I changed back into my clothes. After I was done, I asked if it was possible to see if my stuff turned up, which Lyn was in agreement to check. So, we left her residence, hand in hand. I had a doofy grin on my face as we walked across campus towards the Student Centre. It was such a nice feeling to be holding hands with someone I had been crushing on since the beginning of the school year. I had a feeling Lyn was feeling something similar, based on her genuine smile and bright eyes. Despite all the fear of yesterday, I felt amazing.

Surprisingly, when we got there, my purse was in the Lost & Found. When the guy behind the desk handed it to me, I saw that there was a note tucked into the front pocket. It was written in beautiful cursive that read, “You’re welcome.” I stared at it for several seconds, not recognizing the handwriting. I had a feeling it came from Dahlia. Too bad my glasses were not so lucky. They were broken. At least I had my back up pair back in my dorm. I thanked the guy and we left.

As we approached my res, the events of last night played through my mind. I was trying to understand why Fiona lashed out the way she did. It wasn’t like that last time we spoke. Or even at the start of our conversation. She was mournful last time and started off looking sad. What changed? I furrowed my brow in concentration, trying to figure out where I went wrong. I didn’t even realize that I was inside the building until Lyn asked which room was mine. Concentration broken, I looked around with a blush.

“Oh, oops,” I laughed sheepishly. “I guess I got lost in thought. It’s just this way.”

Lyn followed behind me, looking around curiously. I unlocked my door and was surprised to hear a gasp.

Sarah was staring at us with her jaw hanging open, eyes wide with shock. I felt my face light up as I realized what this looked like. I didn’t come home last night, now here I was, hand in hand with the girl I told Sarah all about.

“Oh. My. God.”

“N-n-no, this isn’t what it looks like,” I stammered, waving my free hand wildly.

Sarah laughed, falling back on her bed holding her stomach. “Damn, Ally, I like, didn’t think you’d go through with it. You get it, girl!”

Maybe I had nearly died last night, but I was pretty sure I was about to die from embarrassment on the spot. I shot Lyn a look for help, but she was silently laughing, her eyes lit up with amusement. The tips of her ears were red, but otherwise I couldn’t tell if she was just as embarrassed as I was.

“Are you two, like, official? Sarah asked, clasping her hands together.

I looked at Lyn again, who thankfully came to the rescue this time. “Yeah, I think so,” she answered with a grin. “As long as Ally is okay with calling it that.”

My face was burning as I nodded, refusing to look at Sarah in the eye. There was nothing I could say to prove my absence last night, so I guess I was just going to have to live with it. Sarah squealed in happiness.

Lyn chuckled. “I gotta head to class. We’ll talk later, okay? Bye, luv.” She kissed the top of my head before letting go of my hand. I stood in the doorway feeling extremely warm and tingly all over. Then cold reality set in as I realized I needed to escape quickly before Sarah teased me without mercy.

I spun on my foot, quickly going to my desk to grab my spares. I took comfort in being able to see properly. Only that comfort was shattered a second later when I saw the look on Sarah’s face. Her jaw hung open, her skin pale. I was confused until I realized that my throat was exposed. I pulled my hood up a little, trying to cover it, but the damage was already done.

“Ally, like, what the hell happened?” Shock wearing off, Sarah sprung to her feet. “Did something happen? Omg, did like, Lyn do something?!”

“No, never!” I cried, holding my hands up to stop her from coming closer. “I uh…it happened because…” I was at a loss for words, not sure what I could say to fix this situation.

Sarah looked so concern for me that it broke my heart. I stood there dumbly, unable to come up with a good excuse for the extreme bruising all over my throat. I sat down on my bed and Sarah sat next to me. I went through so many options in my head, but nothing good was coming up. Sighing deeply, I mentally prepared to tell Sarah. I had to, right? Even though it could destroy my relationship with her, I knew it was the right thing to do.

So, against all better judgement, I opened my mouth to speak the truth.

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I just…I need some time.

Those words rung hallow in my head over and over again. It’s been a week since we’ve last talked, and I find myself falling into a deeper and deeper slump.

I was always worried that this was going to happen, but so far, the people I’ve told here have taken it well. Seeing the look on Sarah’s face just wrecked me. I knew it had been the right thing to do, but that didn’t make me feel any better. I lost too many friends back in middle school because of this ability of mine, and it seems like I lost another.

Although all I wanted to do was lay here in misery, I knew that I had things to do. Today was the day that I got to talk to the victim that started this whole thing: Jackie Park.

Lyn told me that Jackie was willing to talk to me, and it took little convincing. She did warn me that Jackie was still sensitive about the whole situation, so I needed to tread carefully. I appreciated that Lyn set this up for me, it was just the timing that sucked. Sighing, I sat up, raking my hands through my hair. Sarah was thankfully out, so I didn’t have the awkward tension stopping me from getting up.

I slipped my boots on before grabbing my jacket and heading out the door. November was speeding by like a freight train. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. Exams were only less than a month away and then the term was over. I couldn’t believe how quickly the term had been going by. It sometimes felt like it was only yesterday when I stepped foot on campus for the first time. Here I was now, neck deep in a case of a serial killer and so many assignments that I think I might just half ass.

I didn’t really even notice the cold as I wandered across campus. I’ve been feeling pretty numb since Sarah and I stopped talking. It felt a little unfair. I finally got together with the girl I’ve crushed on since the start and now I’ve been unable to enjoy it because of the falling out. It was times like these that made me think of grandma telling me I was cursed. I knew deep down I wasn’t, but it sure felt that way right now.

“…ly? Ally? Helloooo, earth to Ally!”

I was startled out of my thoughts when Michael waved a hand in front of my face. His brow was furrowed in concern as he grabbed my arm to stop me from falling on my butt.

“Hey,” he said. “Everything okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

I shrugged, not really sure how to explain how I felt. Michael stood there, rubbing the back of his head. His eyes lit up when an idea must have struck him. He grinned at me.

“Come on, I know what you need.”

“No, I don’t really need an-” I was cut off by Michael tsking me with a wag of his finger.

“Nope, you don’t get to decide that, Ally,” said Michael, grabbing my hand gently. “You look super down and I’m gonna help you get back up.”

“Michael, I’m okay, really.”

“I seriously don’t believe you. Come on, this way!”

Against my will, I followed Michael. He led me away until we were off campus. Eventually I stopped fighting against him and chose to follow willingly. He led me all the way to a little Asian restaurant. I was confused as to why he brought me here.

“Because, good food always makes things better,” he said wisely.

I was too tired to argue against him right now, so I went along with it. He ordered a noodle dish for himself, and I ordered some sushi. He didn’t say anything for the first little bit, more content to make a swan out of the napkin. I watched with mild interest, wondering why I was even here. I had things to do.

Our food arrived, and Michael thanked the waiter for the two of us. He smiled at me before taking a big slurp of noodles. It was only when he did that I happened to noticed something different about him.

“Michael…are you growing out a moustache?”

Michael grinned at me with a big nod. “Heck yea’ I am. It’s Movember, remember? ‘Course, not sure how well it’s gonna go. It’s only been a week and some and all that’s there is some shadowing.”

“It’s a strange look for you,” I said with a small chuckle.

“I think so too.” Michael paused the conversation for a minute so he could take a few more slurps. I took the time to eat a few of my sushi, which turned out to be pretty tasty. Wait…when was the last time I properly ate something? Suddenly I felt starving.

“So,” Michael leaned back in his chair, “wanna tell me what’s been going on?”

I pointedly didn’t answer for several minute, instead focusing on chewing my food. Eventually I put my chop sticks down with a heavy sigh. “I told Sarah…about me. About how I could see ghosts.” I put my head in my hands miserably. “She took it as well as I figured she would. We haven’t talked in like, a week. I miss her.”

“Aw, Ally, I’m sorry,” said Michael sympathetically. He reached over to rub my shoulder. “How come you told her?”

“She saw the bruises, and there was no good excuse I could come up with to explain where they came from. At first, she thought I was messing with her, but once she saw how serious I was, she realized I was telling the truth,” I sighed. “I mean, I get it. I probably wouldn’t believe it either. It just sucks because we were really good friends and now I’ve gone and ruined it.”

Michael shook his head. “You haven’t ruined anything, Al. Being honest was the right thing to do. It’s on Sarah now to make her decision. But give her time, it can be a lot to take in. Plus, imagine seeing nasty ass bruises on your friend’s neck like that. It probably freaked her out.”

“Maybe…” I was hesitant to say Michael was right. He probably was. He was great at emotional stuff like this. Probably helped that he was better at managing his emotions than I was. But it still hurt. Being rejected was never easy, especially when it came from someone you cared about.

We finished our meals shortly after. Michael refused to let me pay, insisting that since he forced me out here, he could at least pay. We walked back to campus, and I had to admit, I was feeling a little better. Moving around and getting some proper food in my belly had me feeling a little more human than I had been the last few days.

Together we met up with Lyn, who was waiting for me under Dahlia’s tree. She had that far off look in her eyes again, which I was noticing more recently. It’s been happening a lot since she got back from her parents’ place. I looked up at the tree branches, where Dahlia was sitting, staring down at us.

“Hey, Lyn,” said Michael chipperly as I continued to make eye contact with Dahlia.

Lyn blinked before raising her hand in a greeting. “Hey. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good! We actually just had a really delicious lunch. I got the japchae, you know, potato noodles. It was pretty good, I probably would have added more beef though…”

I blocked out Michael’s ramblings, instead focusing on Dahlia’s amused smile. I kind of forgot about since I had some stuff going on, but it came back to me now. She possessed Lyn, but how? I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that the spiritual presence on campus was getting stronger, but I couldn’t confirm it. However, Dahlia was a lot more solid now, as if she was actually here with us. The only thing that really gave it away was her outfit, which looked like a vintage piece.

“How did you do it?” I asked, startling the other two.

“It wasn’t hard, if that’s what you are wondering about,” said Dahlia, mischief glinting in her eyes.

“Ghosts are only able to possess people if they’re on the verge of death, a willing participant, by giving you their true name, or if someone else forces it to happen,” I said, listing my fingers off. “Lyn doesn’t fit any of those categories.” Lyn shifted uneasily beside me.

“Well, let’s just say the circumstances were in my favour.” Dahlia twirled her hair around, shaking her in head. “I still cannot believe you will not say thank you for saving you and retrieving your purse. Goodness, manners have been lost in this time.”

“She’s related to you, isn’t she?”

Dahlia stopped mid motion. Lyn stiffened, looking at me with confusion. Michael frowned. I stood firm, looking up at the ghost sitting in the tree. She carefully masked her emotions, something I’ve seen Lyn do many times.

“Why do you think that, Ally?” Dahlia’s tone was even, not giving anything away.

I crossed my arms, puffing my cheeks out. “I’m not stupid. She mentioned last time we were here that her dad was a Cressman. I couldn’t tell at first, because your image was so fuzzy, but now that you’re getting more visible, I can see it. The ears, the splash of freckles. You could possess her because there was a familial connection, but it doesn’t explain it entirely. There had to be something else, something that let you take control of her body.”

“Ally, what are you talking about?” Lyn asked me, tugging at my arm nervously.

“The possession, from the night in the locker room,” I answered, covering her hand with mine. “Dahlia is going to give me answers.”

Dahlia chuckled humorously. “You’ve gotten so bold recently, I like it. It suits you. Alright, yes. I had an inkling that she was related to George somehow, but I wasn’t certain. She confirmed it for me when she mentioned…well, her father. When she got tossed against the wall, she briefly lost consciousness, so I slipped in to help. Like I said, it was quite exhausting. I won’t be doing that willy nilly, darling.”

I quickly relayed the entire conversation to Michael and Lyn, the former looking thoughtful while the latter looked mostly confused. I could understand Lyn’s confusion, but Michael’s reaction was interesting. I raised my brows in question.

“Well, not that what she did was a great thing,” said Michael, rubbing his chin, “but it was helpful. I mean, she saved us from getting killed. As long as it doesn’t become a habit, I’d say everything is cool now.”

Lyn frowned at him. “It wasn’t your body she took over, dork. Even if I don’t really remember it, it’s totally a violation of my person. I didn’t consent to it, you know.” She crossed her arms irritability and glared at the tree.

“You know what? Good point, I didn’t think about it that way. I’m sorry.” He stood beside her and glared at the tree also, but at least he was looking more in Dahlia’s direction than Lyn was.

A few students walked by, looking confused at their behaviour and started to whisper under their breath. I wanted to glare at them for being rude, but I found myself staring at the ground, with cheek burning with shame. It was familiar feeling when people looked at me that way.

Dahlia rolled her eyes, waving her hand dramatically. The wind around the tree turned bitterly cold, causing the other two to step back. “I get the point. I promise that I’ll ask permission next time. Do you people never have anything better to do aside from bothering me? Don’t you have an interview of some sort to get it?”

I looked up from my feet, the blush fading away. “How do you always know what’s going on? It’s kinda freaky.”

“Not as freaky as talking to a dead person, Ally,” Dahlia fired back with a vicious smile.

She had me there. I settled for a displeased frown before walking away from the tree. Dahlia’s laughter followed me as we walked down the path leading to the meal hall. I pulled off my hat before smoothing my hair out. I just wanted to feel a little calmer before talking to Jackie. I needed the focus, to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.

The smell of stale fries and wet burgers hit my nose as we walked downstairs to where the tables were located. Yeah, I was really getting sick of the food here. It’s been even worse since I went home for the holiday weekend. Good thing I still had some of those meals mom made me in my freezer.

Jackie was sitting at a table with a few of her friends. She waved to Lyn when she saw her, who waved back. Jackie said something to her friends before getting up from the table and walking over to us. She had dark brown eyes that were full of life that sat above a broad nose with a little stud in the left nostril. Her raven-coloured hair was pulled back into a French braid, showing that she had hair growing back from an undercut. She gave Lyn a toothy smile, revealing a gap between her two front teeth.

“Is this her? The first year?” she asked teasingly.

Lyn’s ears turned red as she nodded, a grin taking place on her own face. “Yeah. I told you she was pretty cute, didn’t I?”

Jackie’s eyes gave me a playful once over before shrugging at Lyn. “I mean, I gueeeessss so. I still think Gabe is cuter though.”

“You literally can’t compare the two,” scoffed Lyn. “Besides, Gabe looks like he crawled out of a dump truck. And that’s on a good day.”

“That’s so rude!” Jackie laughed, giving Lyn a playful punch. She pulled out her phone and showed us a picture of a guy I recognized from some of our classes. I shrugged my indifference while Michael mumbled, “I guess he’s cute enough. I think you’re cuter though.”

Jackie pouted as she pocketed her phone. “You guys are totally teaming against me. This isn’t fair.”

“Life ain’t fair, Jackles,” Lyn said with a laugh. “Maybe next time get Loryn here, and you’ll have someone in your corner. Today, victory goes to me!”

“Whatever,” Jackie said, rolling her eyes, but she still had a good-natured smile on her face. “So, did you wanna talk here, or somewhere else?” she asked me, her voice lifting in question.

“Oh, wherever you feel comfortable, I’m not picky,” I said.

Jackie shrugged and motioned for us to follow her. We ended up going back upstairs and heading back outdoors. She led us all the way to Student Centre, where we sat at the café. Man, I never noticed how many places you could get a coffee from on campus until know. Was it for our benefit or the professors? Jackie ordered herself a vanilla latte, while Michael got himself a black coffee. Lyn ordered a hot chocolate for me and a decaf tea for herself. Once we all had our drinks, we sat down at a free table.

Jackie took the lid off her cup and gently blew at it. I didn’t want to rush her, so I waited until she looked comfortable to talk. I couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes. They looked like the ones Lyn had been sporting. I was familiar with them myself.

“I guess you want to hear about the locker room thing, huh?” Jackie looked up from her drink, her eyes knowing.

“How’d you know?”

“People talk,” she said simply. She took a small sip before making a face. “It’s still too hot, ugh.”

I shifted in my seat, adjusting my position so I was less in her space. “If you’re okay to talk about it, I’d like to hear about what happened.”

Jackie stared off for a minute, her face thoughtful. Finally, she nodded slowly, looking back at me. “Yeah, I suppose I can tell you about it. Lucky for you that I like Lyn,” she said, giving her a warm smile, “otherwise I probably would have said no. But whatever you’re doing, I trust her.”

“Just take your time, Jackie,” said Lyn calmly. “If you get too upset, we’ll stop.” I nodded my confirmation.

“Okay.” She took another slow sip, her free hand tapping anxiously against the tabletop. Once she put her cup down, she locked her hands together, squeezing them tightly. “Okay, right. It was at practice, just after our swim meet. We were starting a new set when I had to change my tampon, you know how it is. I went into the locker room, when I noticed it was really cold? Like, really unnaturally cold. I didn’t think too much about it, cuz the heating system is always shit. Right?” She turned to Lyn for validation.

Lyn nodded, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jackie nodded too, working her jaw anxiously. “Yeah, okay. Um…where was I? Oh! Right, I went into the little area where our door is. The handle was ice cold, which was really freaking me out, but I really needed a damned tampon, so I put in the password and opened the door. There was nothing strange going on inside, so I didn’t think much about it after that. I opened my locker when the door slammed shut, and the lights blew out over head. When the locker doors all flew open, I wanted to scream for help, but it was like there was something holding my throat close. Um…” she paused, her discomfort evident. She took another sip, her hand slightly shaking.

“You can stop if you want,” I offered. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.” My throat tingled, suggesting otherwise. The bruises were fading but were still visible, unless covered by make-up or a scarf.

“No, it’s fine…” Jackie’s voice got really quiet as she looked around. Satisfied with her search, she hunched her shoulders protectively. “There was a man. Well, I thought it was a man. But the next thing I knew, it looked like he was transforming in something… I-” she choked back a sob, her face determined to go on. “I tried to get away, but it was like he was taking up the whole room. He- it attacked me. Next thing I knew, Lyn was in there, stopping the bleeding. Then I woke up in the hospital, full of stiches.”

There were silent tears trailing down her face. Lyn reached over, squeezing Jackie’s hand in comfort. Her own face was pale, the look in her eye suggesting that she was remembering the day as well. Michael sat next to me, his hand curled tightly, his knuckles popping out. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply through my nose. The man turning into a monster…that was just like Amelia’s attack. It had to be the same person.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, opening my eyes.

Jackie nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. “I-I don’t know what you’re doing with this information, but I hope it works out for you.” She sniffed, wiping her eyes again.

I really hope so too.

XXX

I stared at my notes all laid out before me. I could see the puzzle was nearly completed, but there were still some pieces missing. The killer. Who was the killer? This was probably the most important piece that was not yet in. The other one was why? Why kill all these people? The method of how varied. There was something else that was causing me stress. The years of murder.

1995. 2007. 2015. Those were the ones we knew. There was also the death in the ‘60s that Lyn had mentioned previously but I haven’t looked into yet. I needed to, that was one of the few things left on my list. The other was to look into Professor Kinkly. The last name wasn’t a common one, not that I was aware of anyway. So, most likely, the Jeremiah Kinkly was related to our professor.

I pressed my palms into my eyes, trying to relieve some of the pressure I could feel building up behind them. I felt like I was so close to figuring this all out, but the final pieces were just dangling out of my reach.

God, and I have been so distracted by literally everything else, I let all my schoolwork pile out into an insane amount. I really just wanted this semester and mystery to both be over so I could have some alone time to myself again. Maybe go on an actual date with Lyn. That would be so lovely.

Instead, I was here, obsessing over something I shouldn’t even care about. I know it felt like I had a duty to fulfil with this, because I was the only one who could do this, but it was mentally exhausting me to the brink of collapse. It felt like each time I got around a roadblock, a new one was put in its place, just to slow me down more.

I pulled over my laptop with a sigh, deciding I needed to focus on some of my assignments. I had another stupid Anthropology assignment to do. But as soon as I opened it, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, remembering my conversations with Sarah about it. Shaking my head, I instead decided to work on my Psych schoolwork. I had to make some sort of Venn diagram and place the theories in it or something, I wasn’t really sure.

I’m not sure how long I had been working on it, but my eyelids were getting heavy. I could feel my body starting to get that heavy feeling it got when it started to shut down for sleep. I probably should pack up and head back to my dorm, so I could awkwardly try and sleep in the same room as someone who is not currently speaking to me. That sounds so nice, I definitely want to do that. Oh wait, no I don’t!

My dreamlike mind state was weird. It usually was. I saw Jamieson falling to his death, and when I reached out to grab him, his hand just phased right through mine. But just as he hits the ground, I heard the sound of blood splattering. I turned to see Amelia falling to the ground, sobbing as the life left her eyes, reaching for me to help her. I tried to get to her, but I found myself knee deep in water. I looked around frantically, only to see a large shadow looming over me as it pushed me under the water. I slapped my hands against the arms holding me down, but it was no use. I could feel myself blacking out, but not before looking over and seeing the lifeless eyes of Fredrik staring at me, his face frozen in fear. I tried to scream, but nothing came out because my oxygen was cut off.

“You can’t win, just give up.”

I sat up in a panic, nearly knocking my chair over in the process. My chest was heaving as if I was back in the locker room, trying to catch my breath again. My whole body was trembling as sweat dripped down my face. I pushed back sweaty hair from my face, ignoring the pounding in my head. My throat was pounding in tangent with my heartbeat, and it was a very uncomfortable feeling. Slowly, my focus returned, and I could feel the hardwood of the table beneath my palms. I took another deep and slow breath, feeling the air fill my lungs up. I held it for a few seconds before releasing it. My heartbeat was slowing down, the trembling subsiding.

“Are you okay, Ally?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Mags standing there, their bag slung over their shoulder. Sometime this week they must have dyed their hair, because it was a shade of vibrant blue that it wasn’t before. They were watching me with concern.

I nodded slowly, turning back in my seat. I rested my head in my hands and muttered, “Just tired.”

Mags walked over and glanced at all the notes spewed across the table with curiosity. Shit, I didn’t want them to think I was crazy. I reached over and started putting them back into piles, working methodically.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mags asked, leaning against the table. “You look exhausted.”

I closed my eyes to stop myself from crying in front of them. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just feeling a little stressed.” My voice cracked just at the end there, but otherwise I thought the delivery had been pretty even.

Mags raised an eyebrow before sighing. They helped gathered the rest of my notes without looking at them and handed them back to me. Once everything was back in its proper folder and in my bag, I felt a little lighter. I clutched my bag to my chest tightly.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, closing my eyes again.

“Anytime.” A pause, then, “I really think you should head back to your dorm, Ally.”

I ducked my head into my chest and nodded. When I made no effort to move, Mags tapped my shoulder. I steadied myself before looking up at them, trying hard to keep my true feelings locked beneath the surface.

“Is there someone you can call?” they asked, worry etching into their face.

“Um…yeah,” I whispered. I felt too raw right now for this. I wanted to be under my covers, tucked away safely from my feelings.

“Okay. Can I call them for you, or do you want to do it?”

I considered my options here. Do I call my mom because I just really needed to talk to her right now, or do I call Lyn because I really needed the physical comfort? Apparently, it was too much for my brain because my eyes watered up and I buried myself back into my bag.

I heard Mags shuffling beside me as they slipped my phone off the table. I couldn’t really make out who they were calling for me. Maybe Michael? Mags at least knew him. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling now. My bag was getting soaked and I felt disgusting. Mags put an arm around me, and I began to sob harder. I don’t know was had taken over me, but it felt like a dam had just broken open.

After several minutes of sobbing later, I found that there was nothing left in me to cry. I just felt numb. Mags hadn’t really said much, but I was grateful for that. I think I just needed to cry. Their presence alone was calming enough for me. I sat there in the chair, unmoving. Suddenly, Mags pulled their arm off, and I instantly felt like crying again. Were they going to abandon me too? Like Sarah had?

No, that wasn’t what was happening. A familiar pair of hands slowly reached for me, as not to startle me. I recognized the short, chipped nails and the small scar on the thumb. My brain was hyperaware that someone was speaking, but it couldn’t make out the words. I blinked and looked over. Lyn was crouched beside me, her expression calm. She gave me a small smile when we made eye contact.

“There you are,” she said softly. “Your friend called me. You looked pretty wiped out, you know. Is it okay if I touch your hand?”

I nodded slowly.

Lyn slowly pressed her hand against mine. It was warm and firm. I stared at it for a few seconds before I turned mine over, so I could curl my fingers against her hand.

“Is she alright?” Mags asked, the concern heavy in their tone.

Before Lyn could say anything, I took a shuddering breath and nodded at Mags. “I-I-I’m just f-f-feeling overwhelmed. Th-thank you for st-staying with m-me.”

Mags looked unsure but nodded all the same. “Just let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“She will,” said Lyn. She smiled at Mags. “Thanks for helping out. I think I’m okay from here. I’ll uh…I’ll send a text from Ally’s phone once she’s feeling better. That way you don’t have to worry.”

A small amount of relief flashed in Mags’ eyes as they nodded again. “Alright then, thanks.” They looked at me with a quick smile and said, “I hope you feel better, Ally.”

I attempted to smile back, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t come out that way. I watched Mags head for the door before tucking my head back into my back. Lyn hummed in my ear, her free hand lightly touching my face.

“What’s going on, Ally? Can you tell me right now?”

I shook my head, forcing myself to turn it just enough to look at her again.

“Okay, that’s fine. I think we should go somewhere else though. Maybe somewhere more comfortable?”

I thought about that for a minute before nodding. She smiled at me and helped me get to my feet. She took my bag gently from my grip and threw it over her own shoulder as if it didn’t weigh 15 pounds. I held on to her shirt for a few minutes unmoving. The ground didn’t feel steady under my feet. She kept her hand in mine, while moving the other to under my shoulder, to help keep my stable.

“Do you want to go back to your room?” asked Lyn.

I shook my head viciously, thinking of Sarah. I felt nauseous all of sudden, my vision getting blurry again.

“Okay, we don’t have to. Um…do you have any medication you need to take? Anything that can help you?”

I nodded. “My emergency meds…they’re in my purse.”

Lyn’s eyes flickered to the purse that was on the table. “Okay. Is there somewhere you can stay that’s safe so you can take them?”

“I don’t know,” I closed my eyes, the overwhelming feeling returning. “I-I can’t go back, Lyn. She h-hates me now.”

“I don’t think she does,” said Lyn soothingly. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently combing it. “Tomorrow is Saturday. You can stay in my room again if you want?”

Relief flooded my system. I nodded as I pressed into her, taking comfort in her warmth. After several minutes, Lyn gently nudged me to get me walking. It was slow going, but somehow, I managed to get my legs moving. We walked all the way back to her campus, where she pressed her key card against the scanner once we got to Lukas.

She said something to the RA, who questioned why she was bringing back a student who didn’t live here. I faded in and out of the conversation, not able to keep my focus. Once Lyn successfully argued her case, she led me to her room.

I was too numb to feel embarrassed when I saw her roommate sitting on her phone in bed. She sat up a little when she saw me, giving Lyn a strange look. Lyn quickly explained that I just needed a place to stay because I was having an anxiety attack. When asked why I couldn’t go back to my own room, Lyn said something along the lines of, “Remember Stephanie” which caused her roommate to nod solemnly.

Lyn handed me the same t-shirt I wore last time I was here, and the same pair of pants. I stood there, unsure of what to do next. I wanted to change into them, but there were too many people in the room, and I didn’t know where the bathroom was. I felt the tears returning, feeling utterly ridiculous.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Lyn handed me a tissue, and I wiped my face. “We’ll step out for a minute, okay? Take your time.”

The two of them left, leaving me alone. I sat down and stared at the shirt for a minute, wondering who the band was. I think it was a band. Blinking away the tears, I pulled off my stuff and put on the too big clothes. I laid down in the bed too, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered how pathetic I looked right now. I pressed my hands into my eyes again. I just wanted to stop feeling so icky.

The door opened and I heard them come back into the room. Suddenly there was a pressure placed on the bed and Lyn’s hand was on top of my own. I held my breath for a second, to see if she would go away, but she didn’t, I slowly removed them from my eyes. She was watching me with the same calm from earlier. The only crack I could see in her mask was in her eyes, which shined with…something. I couldn’t tell right now.

“Do you want your meds?”

I nodded numbly. She opened the bottle and took one blue pill out, putting it in my hands. I stared at it, wondering how I was supposed to take it. My brain just didn’t want to cooperate with me today. Finally, it clicked that I was supposed to put it under my tongue. I slipped it in and held it in place until it dissolved.

“Can y-you call my m-m-om for me?” I asked. I scooted over until I was right up against the wall. “Just tell her I had a really b-b-bad attack and that I’ll call her in the m-morning.”

“Yeah, sure,” Lyn pulled the blankets up so they were covering me. I squeezed them tightly, wanting to hold on to something. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if I took her pillow.

As she hit call to let my mom know what was going on, she reached under her bed and pulled out a box. Lyn opened it and pulled out a stuffed frog, handing it to me. I reached for it sluggishly, slightly confused at the toy.

“His name is Pickles,” she explained gently. “Sometimes when I’m feeling like crap, I like to hold on to him. He got me through a lot of shit growing up. I’m pretty sure you could use him tonight.”

The explanation was as good as any. I hugged him to my chest as my eyelids started feeling heavy. I could hear Lyn talking to my mom on the phone, but it was hard to focus on what they were saying. I closed my eyes fully, allowing my brain to finally shut off for the night.

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