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ilovethewayyoulovemelikethat · 3 years ago

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Type: One Shot about JJ (Outer Banks) Rating: Rated R for Abuse TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE Word Count: 2500+ Pairing: JJ & Leah Enjoy!

"This isn't the kind of love that I want" tears ran down her face. "you aren't who you were before," she said as she grabbed her bag. "You aren't leaving," he said as he grabbed her, pulling her back. "Let me go!" she said as she tried to pull away from him. "I said you aren't leaving!" He said as he pushed her against the wall. Banging her head against the wall, she dropped her bag. "Please stop," she said as she placed her hand on the back of her head. "Then realize you aren't leaving!" he said. "I'm not, I'm sorry," she said. "Good girl," he said as he let her go.

He left the room and she made sure she wasn't bleeding. She needed to come up with a different plan. A way that she could leave without him finding out. She sat on the bed as placed her head down in her hands. The tears were too much and they slipped from her eyes onto her cheeks. She waited until he was asleep on the couch, passed out from drinking too much. She grabbed her bag and left, running to her neighbor's house. Her neighbor called a taxi for her and got her a bus ticket. It was time for Leah to leave town and never return. Leah made it to the bus station and got onto the bus. The bus was supposed to take her to Florida but she decided to get off at the first stop. It was North Carolina and this would become her new home.

"Hello Miss, how may I help you," the clerk asked. "I was hoping that you had a room for a few days," she said. "I believe that we do," he said as he looked at the computer. "Yea room 134," he said. "I'll take it" she nodded and paid for the room in cash.

He gave her the room key and she went up to her room. Placing her bag at the door and she laid on the bed staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as the tears built up in her eyes, she was finally free. She didn't want anyone to know where she was at so she didn't even call her mom. She ended up falling asleep but was woken up a few hours later at the sound of her stomach growling. She changed her clothes and made her way downstairs to the lobby. She walked around the small town until she found food. She ate at the little cafe and then went to the store to get some things. She went back to her room and changed her look, cutting her hair and dying it. She didn't want him to come looking for her.

"Fresh start" she took a deep breath in as she looked at herself in the mirror. "New town, No one knows me," she said to herself.

She cleaned up the mess and laid back down in the bed. Opening her laptop looking for things to do in the small town. She was also looking for houses to rent or buy. Even though she was just 19 she needed to be on her own two feet. Well, now more than ever since she left her husband. She fell asleep with the tv running and she woke up in the morning with the sun beaming through her window. She got up and got ready for the day, with whatever new adventures came her way. She left the hotel and was just walking around town. She stopped by a flower shop just to smell the flowers, they were so beautiful. As she walked away she bumped into someone.

"Sorry," She said. "It's ok," he said as he looked at her. "I should watch where I'm going," she said. "It's ok really" he nodded. "Are you new in town?" he questioned. "Yea something like that," she said. "I'm JJ," he said as he handed her a rose. "I'm Leah," she said as she grabbed the rose. "If you need a tour guide I'm free," he said. "Really?" she asked. "Yea I am" he smiled. "Right this way," he said as he led her to his truck. "Can we just um walk?" she asked. "Sure we can," he nodded. "It's just easier to drive," he said. "I'm sorry, we can take the truck," she said. "No need to be sorry, if you want to walk we can," JJ said. "It's ok," she said as she got into the truck.

He also got into the truck and started to drive around town. Showing her all the cool spots and where to get food. He pulled into John B's place where he knew everyone would be. He got out of the truck and went over to her side, opening the door for her. Holding his hand out if she needed help. She grabbed his hand and got out of the truck. She followed him to the back where everyone was hanging out.

"Hey JJ," Pope said. "Whoa, who is that?" John B asked. "This is Leah," JJ said. "Wow she's hot," John B said. "Watch it," Sarah said as she nudged John B. "Nice to meet you, Im Kiara," Kiara said. "Nice to meet you guys," Leah said. "I'm going to take her out on the boat," JJ said. "Nice," Pope said. "Have fun," John B said.

JJ led Leah down to the dock and got into the boat. Helping her get onto the boat before untying it. She sat down as he took off from the dock. Going out further enough so they could be alone but close enough if she felt the need to getaway. He sat down next to her and they started to talk.

"May I ask how old you are?" he asked. "I'm 19" she looked at him. "And you just moved here?" He looked at her. "Yes I did," she nodded. "May I ask why?" he asked. "I don't want to talk about it" she looked out towards the water. "Ok that's ok no pressure" he nodded. "It's nice out here," she said. "Yea peaceful" he placed his hand on her hand.

They continued to talk about random things and also personal things. They watched the sunset and he grabbed a blanket, draping it over her shoulders. She moved closer to him and wrapped the blanket around him as well. Resting her head against his shoulder as they watched the sunset. He placed his arm around her waist and held her close. Once the sun was down they laid back on the boat and looked up at the stars.

"I haven't done this in a while," she said. "You haven't?" He looked at her. "Yea I haven't," she said. "When you move to the city the lights block the stars," she said. "True," he said. "I'm sure you brought all your hookups here," she said. "Wait what?" he asked. "Isn't this your hot spot where you bring all your hooks up" she sat up. "On the boat away from your friends," she said. "It's not like that and No I don't," he said as he sat up as well. "I'm sorry," she said as she hugged her knees to her chest. "I'm not like that and I just love watching the sunset on the boat," he said. "It's peaceful and nice out here," she said. "We should get back to the shore," he said as he started the boat.

She stayed quiet as they pulled back to the deck. He got off the boat and helped her off as well. John B and Pope had a fire going. Kiara brought back marshmallows and chocolate as JJ and Leah made their way back to the house.

"Just in time," Kiara said. "S'mores" JJ smiled as he walked up to Kiara. "Come on Leah," John B said. "I don't like S'mores," she said. "Still good company," John B said. "Sure," she said as she sat down in front of the fire.

She kept the blanket wrapped around her as she watched them burn the marshmallows. JJ fixed her one and handed it to her for her to try. He sat next to Leah as she took a bite, she gently smiled at him.

"You got chocolate on your face," JJ said with a slight chuckle. "Where?" She asked. "Right" he placed his thumb against her cheek. She looked at him as their eyes met. "There," he said. "Thank you," she said. "Get it JJ," John B said. "No problem, '' he said as if John B didn't say anything.

She took the S'more JJ had given her and held it up to his lips. He smiled and took a bite. She watched him as he got up to get more marshmallows. He came back and sat down next to her, placing the marshmallow on the stick. Placing it in the fire as she moved closer to him, wrapping the blanket around him again. He slipped his hand around her waist as he watched the marshmallow. He made another S'more, blew on it slightly before feeding it to her. She took a few bites before laying her head down on his shoulder. JJ continued with the S'mores and joking around with his friends. As the night continued on Leah was getting tired but didn't want to say anything. She started drifting off to sleep on JJ's shoulder. He felt her weight shift and realized she was falling asleep. He picked her up and took her inside, laying her down on the bed. Placing a blanket around her as he went back outside. The fire was on its last leg and everyone was cleaning up. JJ helped before making his way inside, laying on the couch next to the bed. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable so he stayed his distance. He fell asleep as well as everyone else. Leah woke up around 5 am from a nightmare, sitting on the bed trying to catch her breath.

'Hey" JJ said as he started to wake up. "Are you ok?" he asked as he got onto the bed. He placed his hand on hers but she jumped back, moving away from him. "Hey, it's ok," he said softly.

"Please don't hurt me," she said. "I would never," He said. "Please," she said as her tears fell from her eyes. "It's me, JJ," he said. "It was just a nightmare," he said as he moved closer, wrapping his arm around her. "You're safe," he whispered.

She cried against his chest as he held her close. Placing his hand on her head as she cried. She wrapped her arms around his waist. Once she calmed down she wiped her eyes and sat up. He kept his arm around her just to make sure she was ok.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "Yea, sorry didn't mean to wake you up," she said. "It's fine," he said. "I should probably go," she said. "Stay," he whispered. "I really should go," she said. "I'll take you but only if you want to," he said. "Yea" She nodded.

They left John B's place and he took her back to the hotel. He walked her up to her room and leaned against the wall as she opened the door. Leah took a deep breath in and opened the door, turning to face JJ. She did enjoy spending time with her but she was sure he wouldn't want to see her again.

"Thanks for yesterday," she said. "No problem," he smiled gently. "Bye," she said. "When will I see you again?" he asked. "Never, '' she replied. "Why?" he asked as he moved closer to her. "Look you are nice but I'm a mess," she said. "Your point is?" He asked. "I'm not ready for whatever you think this is," she said. "Plus I'm sure after last night you don't want to see me again," she said. "Well you are wrong I do want to see you again" he grabbed her hand. "And we are just hanging out," he said. "Really?" she looked up at him. "Yea really" he placed his hand on her cheek. "You are sweet and different in a good way," he smiled. "I enjoyed last night," he said. "I did too," she said. "Good so let's keep doing it," he said. "Ok' she nodded. "Why don't I come by later and we can hang out some more," he said. "I should give you my number," she said. "Sure," he said as he handed her his phone. "There you go," she said as she looked at him. "Alright I'll see you later," he said as he turned to leave.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her. Grabbing the back of his neck leaning up kissing him. He smiled against her lips and kissed her back, placing his hands on her hips. She pulled away slightly and looked at him to see what his response was. He smiled and pulled her closer, placing his lips back against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled away slowly.

"See you later," he smiled. "See you" she smiled as he kissed her once more before leaving.

She went inside her hotel room and there was her husband sitting on the bed. She quickly closed the door behind her. He started yelling and JJ could hear. JJ rushed back to the room banging on the door as he could hear them fighting. John grabbed Leah's arm pushing her against the wall.

"Oh, why did you think you could get free?" John said. "Please don't hurt me," Leah said. "LEAH!! OPEN THE DOOR" JJ yelled from outside. "Oh you have a guest," John said. "Please don't," Leah said. "You don't make the rules around here," John said as he grabbed Leah's neck. "Please," She said. "You think you can spend one night with this clown and you're free from your life?" John said. "You knew I'd find you," he said. "He's just a friend," she struggled. "Please I can't breathe," she said.

JJ finally got through the door and knocked John off Leah. She fell to the ground as she started going in and out. She could see JJ and John fighting. She heard a gunshot go off but then she closed her eyes. She would wake up but everything was fuzzy, she heard an ambulance.

"He's dead," someone said. "Who?" Leah said before passing out again.

She didn't know anything until waking up in the hospital. She was out of it because of the drugs they gave her. Her memory was fuzzy and really couldn't remember much from that night. She didn't know who got shot or who was dead. Maybe she shouldn't have left town because no matter where she went she wouldn't be free. She hated herself for bringing JJ into this and the thought of him being dead brought tears to her eyes. They just met but clearly, she felt safe with him, she felt free with him. Could that have been their first and last kiss? Was JJ dead? She closed her eyes as she tried to remember what happened.

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booksfromblackwood · 4 years ago

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Is anyone still around in this fandom? If so, I thought I’d post the first chapter of an old fic that I re-wrote last year! Let me know if anyone’s still around, and if you’d be interested in reading more! Hope everyone reading this has a great day! :)

Han has left the chat.

Three Days Before The Disappearance

.Sam.Giddings. added josh_wash, ashleeeeey, xXGamerChrisXx, TheOriginalMatt, HanButterfly, BethWash, Mike_Munroe, EmilyD_, and _Jess.Riley_ to the chat.

.Sam.Giddings. named the chat Info For Tomorrow.

.Sam.Giddings.: Hey guys! Just to keep everyone updated on our travel plans for tomorrow! I know it's going to be a long day for everyone so it's vital we stick to the plan and stay in our groups where possible!

ashleeeeey: Okie-doodle!!

TheOriginalMatt: How are you so organised, Sam? You're a lifesaver!

HanButterfly: Hi!!

BethWash: trust sam to be more prepared than those of us organising the trip lol

xXGamerChrisXx: Since when was 'okie-doodle' a thing?

EmilyD_: Thanks Sam x

xXGamerChrisXx: And thanks so much, sam!

.Sam.Giddings.: So quick reminder of everyone's groups:

_Jess.Riley_: I'm stoked!!

ashleeeeey: That's rich coming from someone whose username is xXGamerChrisXx! :P

.Sam.Giddings.: Ash, Chris, Matt, and myself will start the journey first tomorrow morning.

xXGamerChrisXx: You wound me!

Mike_Munroe: Thanks for the plan, Sam!

TheOriginalMatt: Excited to see everyone tomorrow! This is going to be a killer weekend for sure!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Em, Mike, and Jess, you guys are next.

ashleeeeey: You're so dramatic!! XD

Mike_Munroe: Team Two here we go!!

xXGamerChrisXx: Made you smile, though! ;-)

josh_wash: what about us

.Sam.Giddings.: I'm just getting to that!

ashleeeeey: True :)

xXGamerChrisXx: You guys are already there and are therefore irrelevant! :P

.Sam.Giddings.: Han, Beth, and Josh, you guys are there already!

josh_wash: thanks cochise i feel so appreciated

BethWash: lol thanks chris

Mike_Munroe: So, what are we all up to?

BethWash: i found cake

xXGamerChrisXx: Browsing reddit like a nerd XD

ashleeeeey: Listening to Sam's rundown of tomorrow unlike sOmE pEoPlE *coughcoughChris*

EmilyD_: Honestly just packing my final things with Jess. Mike's mostly watching the TV.

xXGamerChrisXx: :-(

.Sam.Giddings.: So, tonight we should all make sure our bags are packed and that we have our passports and tickets ready!! Set your alarms for the right times (depending on your group) and make sure to sleep early too (especially if you're in my group since tomorrow will be an early start for us)!

ashleeeeey: :)

TheOriginalMatt: 5am gang where we AT?

HanButterfly: Beth where are you rn? Because I want some of that cake!!

.Sam.Giddings.: So Team One (myself, Chris, Ash, and Matt), we need to be up by 5:00am and be ready by 5:30am for the taxi to the airport!! Matt and Chris, yours is going to be at Chris' place at 5:24 for some reason so make sure to be ready!!

BethWash: the lodge kitchen bcos where else would there be cake han lol

.Sam.Giddings.: We'll meet up at the airport when we arrive! Once we re-group, we'll check in, probably eat some breakfast whilst we wait, and then catch the 8:30 plane!!

TheOriginalMatt: Sweet!

ashleeeeey: Can't wait! :)

josh_wash: yo matt you surviving the puns

.Sam.Giddings.: Team Two - you guys don't have to be up until around 9:00am since your taxi is at 9:20 and then your plane is at 11:30!

HanButterfly: Josh would you like me to save you some cake before we eat it all? :)

EmilyD_: We'll need a little longer than 20 minutes to all get ready but sure x

TheOriginalMatt: Just about! Myself and Chris have mostly been playing on his PS4 so I've been distracting myself with that! XD

josh_wash: yes please!

josh_wash: i feel for ya bro, a whole evening with chris' puns can prove fatal

josh_wash: you die of cringe

Mike_Munroe: Poor ol' Chris XD

.Sam.Giddings.: Once we arrive and get our bags, we need to catch the 2:30pm train and then the 4:20 bus! After that we have to take the 5:40 bus (I sent you guys screenshots of the route yesterday) and get off at Blackwood Pines ready for our hike up the mountain (with a little help from the cable car, of course)!

xXGamerChrisXx: I'm being BULLIED guys :(

ashleeeeey: Aw, poor Chris! :P

josh_wash: jk XD

TheOriginalMatt: I like how Sam's still here typing all we need to know whilst we're talking about cake and puns XD

.Sam.Giddings.: Team Two, you guys need to catch either the 5:30pm or the 6:00pm train depending on when your stuff arrives. After that you'll need to get the 7:50 bus and then the 8:40 bus to Blackwood Pines (you have to specify you want it to stop there or the driver won't stop) before you head up. Remember to lock the cable car station once you get in, Mike!

josh_wash: oh gosh tHE CAKE

Mike_Munroe: Gotcha' Sam!

HanButterfly: No worries, Josh! I managed to save most of it from Beth!

BethWash: rip my chance at a third slice of cake

_Jess.Riley_: Really, thanks Sam! We're all packed and ready to go! Xx

HanButterfly: It's really going to be such an awesome weekend! I can't wait :D

ashleeeeey: Thank you so much for inviting me! I've never been on something like this before!! :D

TheOriginalMatt: Yeah, thank you so much guys! I can't wait either, Han!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Have we got rooms sorted out for the lodge, guys?

BethWash: ash take the plans away from sam so she can have time to relax lol

EmilyD_: I'm with Mike in the room away from everyone like agreed right x

ashleeeeey: I'm trying but she won't let me! XD

HanButterfly: I mean if needs be we can sort out rooms once we're here! If not maybe we just sort out the first night rooms since it'll be fairly late when everyone arrives and then we can adjust them as needed as the trip goes on!

BethWash: lol poor sam will be up all night organising at this rate

.Sam.Giddings.: Sounds good, Han!

Mike_Munroe: Great idea, Hannah!

BethWash: em, yours and mike's room (upstairs guest) may not be ready first night so is it possible for you to share a room with jess til we get a chance to sort it out tomorrow?

EmilyD_: That's fine, hon. Thank you again for the trip and for letting us use the upstairs guest room x

josh_wash: how about for the first night emily and jess share beth's room and then beth sam and han go in hannah's room

josh_wash: mike can go to the small room downstairs if he's alright w/ that and matt can room w/ me

xXGamerChrisXx: Yo dude you forgot ash

ashleeeeey: It's alright, Chris! I can find somewhere!

EmilyD_: Ash you're honestly lovely but I'd kinda' like to be with either Jess or Mike if that's alright xx

ashleeeeey: No problem, Emily! I wouldn't want to intrude! :)

EmilyD_: Knew you'd understand xx

josh_wash: why dont you and ash share a room cochise

xXGamerChrisXx: I thought I was rooming with you and matt?

josh_wash: bro please just think for a minute here

ashleeeeey: I'm not sure.

xXGamerChrisXx: Beth, han, and sam, is there any room with you guys?

ashleeeeey: I'm really sorry to be a bother!!

.Sam.Giddings.: Of course you can room with us, Ash! We'd love to have you with us! :)

BethWash: im with sam

HanButterfly: Of course!!

xXGamerChrisXx: Thank you to the only valid washington kids right now!

josh_wash: -_-

xXGamerChrisXx: I see what you're doing, josh. ha ha, we've had our laugh, now please stop before this weekend.

Mike_Munroe: Rough subject, huh?

josh_wash: bro chill you know i was just joking

ashleeeeey: I'm really sorry!! Please don't get upset with each other!

xXGamerChrisXx: No ash it's alright! i promise i'm not actually mad! :-)

josh_wash: he acts mad over text to get his point across but he literally just sits there with a blank expression irl XD

TheOriginalMatt: Is Sam still there, Ash? Haven't heard from her in a while!

TheOriginalMatt: Gotta check up on my plane buddy for tomorrow!!

_Jess.Riley_: Did you guys get window seats or middle isle seats? I got a middle isle and the others got a window!

BethWash: she hasn't drowned in her notes has she lol

TheOriginalMatt: We got two sets of window seats! Though I don't know which of us is actually going to be at the window and which one will be window isle!

ashleeeeey: She's just brushing her teeth! Her mom came in and brought us a load of vegan snacks for the trip tomorrow and now I'm even more excited!!

ashleeeeey: Speaking of which, I'm probably going to head to sleep in a minute! Though I'm not sure how much I'll actually get since I'm so excited!!! :)

xXGamerChrisXx: Sleep well, ash. see you in the morning :-)

ashleeeeey: Night, Chris :)

ashleeeeey has left the chat.

_Jess.Riley_: Well that was cute!

xXGamerChrisXx: People say goodnight to eachother! that's a normal human interaction!

_Jess.Riley_: You know full well it's cute when it's you two

.Sam.Giddings.: Ash told me she logged out so I came to say goodnight!

josh_wash: w/ jess on this one bro

HanButterfly: Goodnight, Sam!

BethWash: night sam!

josh_wash: dont let the bedbugs bite!

TheOriginalMatt: See you bright and early tomorrow!!

.Sam.Giddings.: See you at the airport/lodge, guys!

xXGamerChrisXx: Night!

.Sam.Giddings. has left the chat.

BethWash: its cute because you like eachother chris

xXGamerChrisXx has left the chat.

HanButterfly: Aww, don't tease the poor guy!

TheOriginalMatt: Chris says goodnight, as do I! Can't wait to see you all tomorrow!

BethWash: night guys!

TheOriginalMatt has left the chat.

josh_wash: night!

Mike_Munroe: Make sure to save me a slice of that cake, Han! I gtg!

Mike_Munroe has left the chat.

HanButterfly: Goodnight Mike :)

EmilyD_: We'd best be off too. See you all in the morning.

_Jess.Riley_: Night x

EmilyD_ has left the chat.

BethWash: night

HanButterfly: Goodnight x

josh_wash: night xxxxxxyzqvp

_Jess.Riley_: Ha ha, very funny. Get that one from Chris?

josh_wash: lol night

_Jess.Riley_ has left the chat.

BethWash: PLEASE can i have some more cake, han?

josh_wash: you guys can literally just talk if you wanted

HanButterfly: Nope! Gotta' save some for Mike~

BethWash: you wont shut up about that for the rest of the evening now, will you?

BethWash: lol

HanButterfly: :P

josh_wash: you guys gossip in the kitchen

josh_wash: imma head to bed

BethWash: night bro

HanButterfly: Sleep well!

josh_wash has left the chat.

BethWash: please?

HanButterfly: No :P

BethWash: ugh night sis

HanButterfly: Night, Beth! XD

BethWash has left the chat.

HanButterfly has left the chat.

#until dawn #chrashley #until dawn chris #until dawn ashley #until dawn sam #until dawn josh #until dawn matt #until dawn emily #until dawn mike #until dawn jessica #pre-game #I’ve forgotten how to tag #Let me know if anyone is still in this fandom!

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missnxthingg · 5 years ago

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Tom Holland and Reader both get famous around the same time. Like her band just released their First album and are touring. They’ve got a tour date in Atlanta and Tom Holland is there shooting the captain America civil war.

FAMOUS

A/N: Okay, I took sooooooo long to get to this. I wanted to turn it into a mini series, but it didn’t work at all. But it’s a big one to compensate the long time I put this request on hold. I hope I got your request right and I hope you like it.

Summary: Tom drops everything just to go meet his dream girl, brand new celebrity, once she announces a tour date in Atlanta, where he’s shooting Civil War.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

Words: 3.9K

Warnings: Swearing

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“Tom, have you seen this?”

It was the first thing Harrison asked once his best mate made it back to his trailer after long hours of shooting his first Marvel movie as Spider Man. Tom had left him there to wait for him to be done so they could go out and explore Atlanta together, and it seemed like Harrison had a good time doing absolutely nothing but going through his Instagram all day.

“No, what is it?” Tom sat next to him in the small couch they had, if it could be called couch.

“You know (Y/N), from that one band Harry is always listening to and you’re all obsessed with her.”

“Not obsessed, I just find her really pretty and talented.” Haz rolled his eyes and threw his phone on Tom’s lap.

“Well it seems like she’s going to be in town this weekend for a gig.”

And there it was, a simple Instagram post from that one account Tom have visited so much and liked so many pictures. The girl standing on a stage, a single light standing over her, who was holding her guitar and singing something, just like many other posts. But this one was different, and what was written below the picture was what made Tom open a big smile.

“@yourusername: Thanks for singing with me tonight DC, it was magical! Next stop: Atlanta. See ya’ Saturday.”

“Mate! We need to get tickets for this.”

“Hey, slow down Mr. Parker, you have work Saturday. You can’t simply drop it to go to a gig.”

Tom shrugged and his smiled faded away. Haz was right, he couldn’t drop work to go see a band play, even if it was his favourite band. So he dropped it for a moment, realizing he was too tired to mourn about it in that moment and that he had to get some rest for a long week of shooting. But he couldn't get it out of his head. So that night he had insomnia, and rolled in bed for a very long time until he gave up and got out of bed to look for some tea, and ended up scrolling through Instagram leaned against the kitchen sink. And she had posted another picture, one quite different from those she normally posts, where she’s on stage or rehearsing. This one she was laying on one of her bandmates lap wearing anything less than a Spider Man shirt.

“Shit!” He spilled some tea on his hand and had to drop his phone to clean it up. “I can’t believe this girl just got more perfect.”

The thing is that it happened with Tom what happens to a lot of people. They see a celebrity, and they find them super nice, funny and pretty and suddenly, they have a platonic crush on them. It happens to a lot of people, and it happened with Tom. It only took his brother listening to her songs on repeat and him enjoying some of them. He remembers asking whose song it was to Harry and him showing a video of her on stage. He’d been following her ever since, and he simply couldn’t believe he wasn’t going to be able to see her live, after admiring her for months through social media. But today he felt different about that one picture she posted, the one with the Spider Man shirt. The urge to comment on it.

“Okay, fuck it.” He held his phone again and commented on the picture.

“@tomholland2013: Loved the shirt, great superhero preference.”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was chilling with some of her friend in her tour bus. They had finished a great gig that night and stopped at McDonald’s for some after show food before they could hit the road onto the next city. They had a lot of fun together, sang, took pictures and laughed together while having some burgers and some more food. But the end of the night, they were simply very tired. (Y/N) lied next to her best friend Amy and started interacting with some fans on social media, just because she couldn’t get any sleep. So going through some comments, she saw his. The guy who was announced as the new Spider Man just commented on her picture. Well, she noticed he had been liking her things for a while now, but it was the first time he commented on something. She had stalked him once or twice, and she already thought he was cute. So this time, (Y/N) replied.

“@yourusername: @tomholland2013 well thank you, and great spidey casting!”

Tom almost choked when he saw a reply to his comment, and soon a message on his DM. He needed to stop to breath and process what had just happened. But once he got it all together, he opened the DM and saw what she had to say.

“Hi Mr Parker, is Atlanta fun?” She asked, and he smiled at her message.

“Very very fun.” He said out loud while typing on his phone.

“So, I hope to see some webs around my gig this Saturday.”

“Sorry, I have work :c” He sighed while typing this one.

“Oh fuck! Not even a little bit for the encore?”

“Well, maybe just for the encore.”

“And some backstage meeting.”

“Okay :)”

“See ya’ Saturday!”

Harrison’s first action of the day was roll his eyes when Tom woke him up holding his phone in front of his face and rambling about running right after finishing work just to see her play. Haz thought his friend was insane, but on Saturday, there they were, rushing to some gig to finally meet the girl of his dreams. When they got there, it had already started and it was right in the middle of the set.

“I can’t believe you did this for a girl you’ve only known through photos. You’ve never properly talked to her.”

“I know, it’s just, I felt like I had to be here tonight.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her during the whole concert. The way she held her guitar, or the way her body swayed while she sang. She looked just like how he had seen on Instagram a lot of times before. Those colorful clothes, a tie dye and light jeans, and a lot of glitter on her eyes. The ultimate alternative girl, just giving her all on stage. He couldn’t stop smiling, because she was just like he always imagined she would be. Funny, extroverted and really pretty, with such a stage presence. No wonder she and her band got famous quickly. They had a lot of talent, and everyone there could feel it. Once the gig was over, Tom went completely crazy over finding a way to go backstage.

“Maybe they won’t even know who you are. You’re not that famous yet mate.”

“Come on Haz, we have to try!” Tom approached the big guy standing between him and the backstage door. “Hey, I’m Tom Holland, could you please get (Y/N), cause I really need to talk to her.”

“Oh, I thought I’d heard an angels voice, but it was just you.” A girl said from behind them. “I was giving some autographs and saw you from far away. I’m glad Peter Parker got some time just to see me playing live.”

“I couldn’t miss it.” He smiled shyly and she stood her hand in the air.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Tom, and it’s really nice to finally meet you.” They both stared at each other for a long time until Harrison cleared his throat. “Hm, and this is my mate Harrison.”

“Nice to meet you. Really great concert, amazing voice.”

“Thank you. Come on, let’s get inside and grab something to eat.”

They had a lot of fun around the band, getting to know each of them personally, and finding out that all of them were personally obsessed with one Marvel superhero, and that all of them loved Spider Man. That suddenly became a huge deal to Tom, to not let them be disappointed with him once the movie was out. That was also the night he got a picture he always dreamed of having. (Y/N) smiling at him while he was rambling about something, captured by the band’s photographer.

“Hey, can I have this one?” Tom asked while they were going through the pictures.

“I’m gonna post it on Instagram.” (Y/N) said. “I mean, I look so cute!”

“You always do sis.” Her brother said from afar, looking for some beer.

“Well, I think we need to go.” Harrison said. “We had a long day of shooting, right Tom?”

“Yeah, uhm… But I’m not tired though.” Tom said without taking his eyes off her.

“But you should go, Harrison looks tired and you do too.” She caressed his cheek and he smiled. “I’m gonna take them out and call a driver.”

(Y/N) followed them outside with one of her security guys and Harrison went ahead to find a taxi, and to leave some time for them to talk alone to each other, because he knew his mate needed to get more connected to her. He could see it while they were all together, the way they instantly connected. Tom walked alongside her while she finished a joke, making him laugh a lot.

“So you’re gonna be in Atlanta for how long?”

“One more day only, and we’re off to Texas.” She explained. “But hey, at least it was nice to see you around, even for so little time.”

“See, I have to admit something to you.” He glanced down to his feet and she kept staring at him in hope to get something out of him.

“What is it?”

“I’ve been following you for a while now, since my brother showed me your band. And I really think you’re amazing, and I have for a while.” She smiled to him and blushed hardly. He was being so nice. “And I really want to do something crazy right now.”

“How much crazy?” She furrowed her brows and he stopped, making her stop too.

“This crazy.” This way he stole a small peck from her lips, leaving her paralyzed.

“Wow.”

“Sorry.” He blushed immediately, rubbing the back of his head. Her hands went to cup his cheek and she pulled him to another brief kiss, but much more longer than the previous one.

“If you want to, I’m gonna be around for the whole day tomorrow, and I really don’t know many great places to have lunch here in Atlanta.”

“I know the perfect place.” He said with a smile on his face.

“It’s a date.” She caressed his arm and left one final peck before going back inside, leaving Tom with a dorky smile on his face.

“Come on mate, being paralyzed over there won’t make the moment last longer.” Harrison shouted from the taxi door.

“At least I had to try.”

(...)

“So, you got a date with (Y/N)? The (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Harrison asked in breakfast when Tom was trying out different shirts for his date.

“Yeah, is it so hard to believe?”

“Hmm, kind of. I mean, she’s super famous and you’re not that much yet.” Haz sipped his tea and Tom rolled his eyes.

“I got to meet her anyway, and we’re going out for lunch, and now you should be the good friend and help me pick something to wear.”

“Just go with the black one, and maybe a jacket over.” Tom nodded and smiled, going back to his bedroom.

“Thanks mate! See you later.” Tom waved and Haz rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Get that girl!”

“I will.”

While Tom finished getting ready, (Y/N) was getting her makeup done by her best friend, Willow, master of makeups, drums and dating advices. She always knew what to say to people, and she had so many great advices and some helps for those going on first dates. Willow did a light makeup on (Y/N)’s face, much opposite of those she does for when she is on stage, and chose a black denim skirt and a yellow shirt that just matched with sneakers, and were the perfect casual look.

“Aaaaand… Ready for your date with the cute Spider Man.” Willow said once she was done with (Y/N)’s makeup.

“All of them are cute.” (Y/N) glanced up with a smirk on her face.

“Well, he’s the cutest.” Willow helped her stand up and lightly tapped her butt to make her go in direction of a mirror. “You look gorgeous, as always.”

“Shut up Will.” She took a look at herself in the mirror, sometimes slightly turning around to check if everything was good. “I have to admit, I love when you go shopping with me.”

“I know I’m that good of personal stylist.”

“And thank God for those makeup classes you took when we were in High School. I look completely amazing!”

“You always do.”

And so there were knocks on the door, and Willow opened it up, showing (Y/N)’s brother on the door, with a big smile on his face, as if he was about to laugh at his sister’s face.

“Tom’s here.” He announced and (Y/N) nodded, finishing gathering her things like lip gloss and phone to keep it on her purse.

“Okay, bye Will, and I’ll see you later.”

“Have fun babe.” She said, sitting back down, but smiling for her bestie’s happiness.

“(Y/N/N), come here.” Her brother called and she stopped midway to turn back to him.

“What?” She approached him and he hugged her.

“Just be careful, you just met him. But also, have fun.” He kissed the top of her head and she smiled.

“I will, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Tom was waiting for her in the sidewalk, walking side by side, the most nervous he has ever been in his life. He always dreamed of taking this girl out, but never really thought it was going to be for real one day. Once he saw her walking towards him, he could swear his heart stopped and he forgot how to breath. She looked different from every picture or video of her on stage. (Y/N) for once looked like a real life person, and it made Tom breathless.

“Hi.” She said shyly.

“Hey.” He smiled brightly, making her feel so much more comfortable. “Did you have a good night after I was gone?”

“Sooo good. Like, we cleaned everything up and I watched a movie with Willow drinking hot coco and honestly, it was last night’s peak.” She provoked, just to see his reaction.

“Really?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows and (Y/N) laughed. “No other good thing happened last night?”

“Nope.” She shook her head laughing and he nodded. “Come on, I’m kidding. I had a very good kiss last night too.”

“Humm… Good to know.”

“Let’s go, I’m starving. And, dying to know where you’re taking me.” She pulled him by the hand, making him smile.

“It’s nothing too great, really. I just hope you like burgers.”

“It’s my favorite food.” She smiled and he reached for her hand, guiding her to the car he rented with Harrison on the second day in America.

It wasn’t so far away from where (Y/N) was staying with her band. They had a calm car ride, listening to good songs and having a nice and casual conversation. It was like they’d known each other forever, it was so easy to talk to the other, and it made their day so light.

Tom pulled over in front of a small cafeteria, not crowded, but with a really nice and calm environment. Perfect for a famous person who doesn’t want to be bother on her day off. The place smelled like good food, and there was some known rock n’ roll songs like Led Zeppelin or David Bowie playing on the background. The few people that were there were focused on their work, or the people that were with them, so no one even noticed two famous people coming in. Tom guided (Y/N) to a booth in the back, close to the kitchen door, a little far away from the windom.

“This place is so nice.”

“Yeah, it was recommended by someone on the studio. They said it had good food and never was crowded. So I tried one day with Harrison, and it’s actually pretty great.”

“I really loved it. And it smells sooo nice.”

“I can’t wait to see your face when you try out their cheesy fries. It’s heaven sent.” She smiled and kept staring at him. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, no…” She shook her head and laughed. “It’s just… It’s weird, I feel like we’re old friends and we’ve known each other for like one day.

“I feel it too. Like, when I listen to your music, I feel so close to you. And I had the same feeling the first time I talked to you.”

“Maybe we know each other from other lives.”

“Maybe we used to work together.”

“Maybe we were married.” She lowered her sight to her lap and he smiled.

“Yeah, that’s more likely.”

“Tom, nice to see you around again.” The middle age waitress approached with a sympathetic smile on her face.

“Penelope, you know I’d be coming back for more of your cheesy fries.”

“So I’ll take notes to bring it to you right now.” She wrote something down on her notepad.

“Thank you.”

“So, who’s the pretty lady?”

“This is (Y/N), she’s passing through town this weekend and didn’t know where to eat. And you know, since here is so quiet and private, also really good.”

“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N).” She smiled to the girl next to Tom.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

“So, what can I order for you two?”

“Bring the cheesy fries, I want my regular burger and a chocolate milkshake.”

“Which one is your regular?” (Y/N) whispered to Tom, looking at the menu.

“This one.” He pointed the burger on the menu and she smiled.

“Okay, I’ll have the cheddar bacon burger. And, can we share a milkshake?” She asked and he nodded with a grin on his face.

“Okay.” Penelope smiled with their interaction and wrote down their order.

“I’ll be right back with your food.”

“Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you wanna order your own milkshake?”

“I don’t know. I always thought it was cute to share milkshakes on a date. But I never really tried it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t go on many dates though. Like, me and my brother started chasing our dream around our band very soon, and since we started, I haven’t had time to date.”

“I know what it’s like. The same with me, for real. Once I got in my head that I wanted to be Spider Man, I had to let go of so many things, that including girlfriends.”

“The price we have to pay to be successful.”

Their conversation went on about their careers, and they had so much in common when it came to that part of their lives. So that’s where they connected the most, and they went on about it for long minutes, until their order came, and they stopped talking and focused on the food.

“God, this is amazing!” She said, rolling her eyes in excitement. “I was so starving, and this is like medicine for the soul.”

“You’re so cute.”

“I know.” She did a cute face to him, and kept eating. “And the fries are so good.”

“The best, right? Oh, and try the milkshake.” She leaned to take a sip of the milkshake and moaned once she could finally taste it.

“I never wanna leave this place.”

They sat silent, just eating and feeling each other’s presence, but it was so comfortable, that it just felt so right. They finished the food and left the milkshake for last, so they finished it locking their gazes on each other. Tom was mesmerized by her and couldn’t take his eyes off her, because in that moment, she was all he could see.

“Okay, I’m so full that I don’t even know if I can take another glass of water.”

“Good, that’s where I wanted to get.” Tom smiled once again, he couldn’t stop smiling, and his face was hurting.

“Tommy.” She asked, leaning back on the booth.

“Yeah.”

“Can we kiss again? Cause you know, I can’t stop thinking about the one we did last night.”

He leaned forward and used one of his hands to bring her closer. It was a soft kiss, but it got much deeper once she licked his bottom lip, asking permission to explore his mouth. It was much different from the first one they had in the parking lot, but their first real kiss was just… perfect. After a nice lunch together, light conversation, ending with something they both craved the whole day. And so they stayed there, for a really long time, just kissing and talking, without being bothered, until it was almost dark.

“I think we need to go. Phineas is going to be worried.”

“And you need to rest, because you’ll have a big concert tomorrow.”

“I can sleep on the road, I just wanna be with you right now.”

“When will the tour be over?”

“In a month. We’ll end it up in London.” Tom nodded, heart already aching, knowing he would have to bear a long time without her.

“So why don’t you take some vacations once it is over? A little time in London. You can stay with me.”

“Okay, I like the idea.” She smiled and he kissed her again.

“Come on, let’s get you back.”

He paid for the food after that long discussion on she wanting to pay and he refusing to let her pay. He ended up paying for the food and she left a very good tip for Penelope, leaving her really happy. Tom drove (Y/N) home, trying to take forever to get to the destiny, just to stick around her a little more.

“You know Tom, once I’m gone tonight, we won’t be able to see each other for a long time.”

“I know, but I’m done with Spidey in two weeks. Maybe I can go meet you, wherever you are.”

“Would you do that for me?” Her eyes sparkled and he nodded.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything before in my life, (Y/N/N).”

“In two weeks I’ll be in San Francisco, and maybe if we squeeze really tight, we can share my bus bed.” He laughed with her and nodded.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” She kissed him once again, one to last until the next time they see each other again.

“Call me. Don’t leave me on ghost Spidey.” She pointed to him. “We can FaceTime, and everything. So please, don’t be a stranger.”

“Never again.” He kissed her one last time before she opened the cars door.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good night darling, and have a safe trip.”

“Good night Tommy.”

And as Tom watched (Y/N) walk away, he simply knew that it was the start of something special. Something that would last through eternity. And he was so excited to see what was coming next from this brand new relationship, once like he never had before.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 5 years ago

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i wanna know what love is - 20

Pairing: rockstar! sebastian stan x writer!reader

Warnings: teasing

A/N: enjoy xx 💕💕

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Y/N had slept on his shoulder for the whole plane journey and he didn’t dare move, he daren’t wake her up after waking her up this morning. Of course with that came the jokes from his bandmates and snarky remarks from Melody who’d get a snarky look from Mary in return. Luckily, he didn’t have to awake her up once the plane landed as the captain’s announcement did that for him and she was pissed. He couldn’t help it but find it rather cute how she would pout at not being allowed to sleep.

They all went through security again, got their bags and all met up in a quiet zone of the airport to figure the best way to get into the bus without getting too much attention drawn to them, specially to Y/N who was new to all of this. Luckily, they weren’t and knew exactly how to go without being noticed, they just liked to brainstorm. Y/N knew they probably got a kick out of brainstorming ideas to be unseen.

- Y/N can go with one of the security guards to the back. - Michael pointed out but Y/N already knew what she was gonna do, and it wasn’t going to enter the bus again.

- I think I’ll just get the taxi to the bay and then get a boat to St.Michaels. Gonna see my parents for a while, if that’s alright.

- Yeah, that’s alright, Y/N. We have around three days before the gig, so take your time. - Anthony replied, taking his eyes from his phone to look at her while he spoke and returning right back to it. He was probably speaking to his wife.

- Right, then I’ll see you guys in three days. - she kissed Sebastian goodbye and turned on her wheel to walk to the taxi area to see if she could hail one and get to her destination in one piece. Sebastian watched her go with a tinge of sadness, something that was greatly noticed by Mary. What could she say? She was a great emotional reader.

- Do you wanna go with Y/N? - she questioned before they could all leave and go inside the bumpy, hard to sleep in bus until they reached Maryland, where they would once again sleep in the uncomfortable bus. Besides, if Melody was staying in, he was definitely gonna sleep in the coach. - Go on, just don’t sleep with her in her parents’ house.

- He’s not really gonna go to her ... - Melody started to complain but her complaint fell on def ears as he had already decided to start sprinting towards the taxi area, hoping she hadn’t caught one yet. Gladly, she had not caught a taxi yet and was seated on the sidewalk waiting for everyone to get one so she could try and hail a cab once again. How did she even survive in NY? Sebastian chuckled before walking over to her and sitting by her side.

- Seb ... - she turned to see him, a look of worry in her face. - Are you alright? Please tell me you didn’t get kicked out of the band already.

- Not yet, Mary just suggested I went with you to St.Michaels.

- Mary suggested? - she raised her eyebrows at him in pure disbelief.

- Yes, it’s a 30 minute journey from Washington to Maryland plus boat journey. You could get kidnapped, lost or worse drown at sea. - he added making her hold in a chuckle as she tried to look serious. - Unless you don’t want me to meet your folks.

- Can you hail a taxi? - she asked and he immediately got up on his feet, raising his arm up and as if by magic a taxi stopped. She sure needed to get famous as that was the only explanation as to why he could hail a taxi so easily.

The taxi drive was, to put in the least interesting. Small talk was not her strong suit, however it was Sebastian and he spent the whole half hour making the man question if he really knew him or if he was just going insane. She wanted to scold him for that, but she couldn’t deny it wasn’t funny. They got to the docks on time and she went over to the ticket place to get some passages while Sebastian stared at the boat. He hated boats. He never understood the fixation of famous people with boats, he personally hated them and he hated them even more once he had taken a half an hour journey only to get dumped at the beach along with Y/N in the middle of the most posh collection of beach houses.

- Your parents own a house here? - he questioned, following her as she walked through the sand to one of the white houses. - For someone who gets excited at the glitz and glamour, I don’t understand how you don’t get bored. You’re clearly rich.

- My family is rich, it’s their money not mine. - she replied. Y/N did indeed live comfortably until her teenage years where she decided to move to NY and from them on she went on surviving with her own money so she didn’t really have many memories from being surrounded with riches except for the holidays. In her mind, the money her parents had were theirs and she didn’t want anything to do with it. She was gonna make it without any monetary help from her family. They finally reached the porch of a big white house that looked straight out of a dream holiday magazine and Sebastian swore he still did not understand why she got interested by the riches of his lifestyle. She knocked on the door, and took to stand next to Sebastian. - Most of my family lives here.

- Like a beehive?

- You could say so. - she chuckled but got interrupted by the door being opened. The woman in front of them had Y/N’s vibrant eyes and Sebastian guessed it was her mother.

- Y/N, what a lovely surprise. - Miss Wiley came to hug her daughter, her gaze still stuck on the man next to her. - I thought you were working.

- I took a little vacation. - she smiled. - Mum, this is Sebastian Stan. The one who got me the tour article.

- Pleasure to meet you, I’m Elizabeth Wiley. - she extended her hand for Sebastian to shake which he did. - Please come inside.

Sebastian followed Y/N and her mother into the entrance. It was a very serene with white walls and light blue accents, something he’d expect to see coming into a beach house. It was mind-blowing to him how he could still hear the ocean waves as if he was on the beach.

- Who is it, Betty? - a man, probably in his mid 50′s dressed in a plad suit walked into the entrance. - Pumpkin, what are you doing here?

- She came to give us a little visit. - her mother placed her arms on her shoulder. - Oh and this is Sebastian.

- Are you her boyfriend? - he was quite blunt, something Sebastian should’ve been expecting from a political reporter but he was still taken aback.

- Dad. - Y/N scolded, a light warmth coming to her face.

- It’s a fair question, pumpkin.

- Leave them alone, Harry. - her mother went to stay by his side. - Why don’t you two come into the living room?

She took them onto the living room where an elderly man was sat down watching a movie Sebastian had briefly seen. His eyes immediately set on him and he felt a cold shudder run through his spine. He was speechless, not sure how to act.

- Look dad, Y/N came to visit us. - her mum told the man who got up to look at his granddaughter. - Oh and this is Sebastian, he’s the one who got Y/N the writing job.

- You look much more like your mother. - he commented, shaking her granddaughter’s hand which Sebastian found odd but didn’t dare comment considering he was still looking at him like he was the enemy.

- Right, why don’t you go into the garden and call for your brother, we should be dinning in a bit. I’ll take your bags. - Elizabeth took their bags and disappeared into the hallway and Y/N pushed him through the house and into the back garden. He’d never been so happy to be far away from someone as he was right now.

They reached the back garden which should really be called a back park in Sebastian’s opinion. He’d never seen a garden so big yet there he was and a bit further away was a man playing squash against a movable plastic wall. He turned his back to see what the rustling noise was and a smile plastered onto his face. He rushed through to the couple, completing ignoring Y/N and shaking Sebastian’s hand.

- You sir, are a legend. - he said, shaking Sebastian’s hand thus becoming the 3rd man in the Wiley household that he did not know what to reply to. - I have most of your records.

- Thank you. - was all he could say.

- Why, thank you Theseus for noticing me. - Y/N interjected, arms crossed and a playful look on her face. - Sebastian, this fanboy is my brother, Theseus. He often likes to pretend I don’t exist.

- Call me Theo. - he replied. Their parents were avid mythological readers so when their firstborn came along, they decided to name him after the mythical king and founder of Athens. He, however, immediately found a nickname to replace it, something Y/N never really decided to call him by. - So, what are you doing here? Sleeping with my sister or something?

- No, I’d never do that. She’s a respectable woman and I wouldn’t dare ...

- Chill. - he interrupted. - Save that for granddad. He’s the one who believes Y/N is innocent but I was there when she had a crush on Indiana Jones.

- Why don’t we go freshen up. - she pushed Sebastian out of the garden before her brother could spill more secrets. She ignored the living room, having noticed how awkward the scene had been with her parents and grandparents. Y/N took the kitchen rout before climbing the stairs up to her bedroom.

Sebastian always had a thing to see other people’s childhood bedroom and Y/N’s was no different. She had a trophy stand which was no surprise for him, a few boyband posters along with some vintage movie posters. The thing he found funnier was the Phantom of the Opera mask hanging from the one of the windows.

- 1st place at the Spelling Bee? - he lifted a bee shaped trophy from the stand chuckling at it. - Aw bunny, you’re a nerd.

- Give me that. - she took it from him, placing it back on her shelf. She would be lying if she said she didn’t love her little trophy collection. - I’m really glad you came over.

- Free time away from them with you ... - he placed his hands on her hand, moving her a bit closer to him. - Sounds like a real good plan for me.

- Mh ... - she hummed, her hands on top of his. - I’m sorry about my grandpa. He’s a very ... old school man.

- Elitist, you mean.

- He’s still my grandpa, Seb. Besides, I’m sure he’ll love you once he gets to know you.

- Yes, because you obviously adored me when you first met me.

- Well, you did say that you loved when I talked dirty to you.

- I’d still love if you talked dirty to me. - he placed his chin in the space between her shoulder and her neck, so close she could feel his breathing. Y/N once again got uncomfortable, pushing from him. Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, putting his fingers against his forehead. - What’s wrong?

- Nothing’s wrong. - she took her jacket off, hanging it on the two hanger screwed to the door.

- No there’s definitely something wrong because whenever I used to make any sex involving jokes you’d normally roll my eyes at me, not act like that. Is everything alright? - he questioned sitting on her twin bed. - You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want you. I just don’t want to hurt you or make you upset.

- You’re not making me upset. - she sat by his side, hands on top of her legs.

- Did I do something that annoyed you? You can tell me.

- Sebastian, I’m a virgin.

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blue-bismuth · 5 years ago

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Case #0161210

i have been egged on to post this so! here’s what i consider my tma oc’s first real involvement with everything going on. it’s formatted like a statement but pretty much everything else i post here about them will be in my more traditional writing style

tws: mentions of trans/nbphobia, people acting uncanny, animal harm/death (no pets), kidnapping, cannibalism

EDIT: here’s the ao3 link if you wanna read it there!

-- -- --

Avery

You’re sure this isn’t too much of an inconvenience? I-I don’t have to talk about it. You probably still have more statements to get through.

Archivist

If you ask me that one more time, I won’t take statements from you ever again.

Avery

Christ, alright, I’ll stop. At least I won’t get in trouble, ‘cause I got everything assigned to me done already…

Archivist

Aren’t you fast.

Avery

It’s a blessing and a curse. Curse in that I get chewed out if I’m caught fucking around on the office computer.

Sorry, sorry, getting off topic. I’ll make the statement now.

Archivist

Statement of Avery Linwood, a finance worker in the Magnus Institute, regarding their time living in the rural town of Crestfallen, between the spring of 2014 and the summer of 2016. Statement taken direct from subject, December 10th, 2016. Statement begins.

Avery

Man, okay. So, as you can probably tell, I’m not from England. I was born and raised in America, Wisconsin to be specific. I graduated college in 2009 because I had to get 150 credits to qualify for CPA exams--although I guess in the end it did jack shit, ‘cause I only ended up staying in the U.S. for five years.

Archivist

Sorry, could you clarify what a CPA is?

Avery

Oh! I-it stands for Certified Public Accountant. It basically means that I can provide accounting services to the public alongside working for companies. And since I’m here now instead of my home state, I have to do continuing education if I wanna keep that license active. I guess it makes sense, but it’s still extra work, y’know?

Sorry, getting off topic again. I feel like that’s gonna be a theme for this statement.

Archivist

I’ve had my fair share of ramblers. I’m guilty of it too.

Avery

I mean, still. Anyway, that shit kinda drove me into the ground. I never managed to get enough money to rent a decent office space so I could be independent, and the closest I ever got to that was working in assurance services. I would’ve stayed in forensic accounting, but every office I was in had a terrible culture. One of my ex-bosses told me that I, quote unquote, “had too big of a rack” to be anything but a girl. So...yeah.

Archivist

And I assume this is why you left?

Avery

Pretty much. I wasn’t too keen on moving anywhere inside the U.S., everywhere was either too bigoted or too expensive or too crowded...you get the picture. I guess I just wanted something different, something where I didn’t need to sit in an office all day and handle people’s taxes or whatever. I’ve always loved those kinda video games where you move to some old farmhouse and clean it up, start taking care of crops and livestock, making friends with the townspeople...it was a form of escapism I could never really afford--honestly, unless you’re a big dairy farmer, you’re not gonna get anywhere stable in Wisconsin.

I don’t know how I found my way to Crestfallen. I think I saw a post on Tumblr about how, if you promise to restore an ancient castle--the ones that’re all over Europe--you can live in it for free, and there was a link to some website where you could register to do that. I guess it held more than castles, though, ‘cause I saw a section for old farmhouses. The one in Crestfallen was the cheapest, and apparently I would even get a financial reward from the mayor if I helped out enough. It was a moment of weakness, I guess.

I don’t tell my parents a whole lot of stuff anymore unless they ask, but I felt the need to tell them I was moving to a different country. They must’ve seen it as odd, but they knew I wasn’t doing too well in my...current line of work. They gave me their well wishes and I left for England.

I guess the first thing that tipped me off was getting there. I didn’t think anything of it, but when I told the bus driver--coach driver for you guys--where I was going, he seemed...surprised. He didn’t know the place at first, that it wasn’t even on his map. I pointed it out on my phone, and he said that the nearest stop was Billingham in County Durham. I said that was fine, that I could probably catch a taxi the rest of the way. I don’t know if he believed me, but either way, he accepted my ticket and I boarded. There wasn’t anything unusual about the ride up, and at the time, I just guessed he didn’t know because the town was so small.

When I finally arrived in Billingham, I managed to flag a taxi down and asked the driver to go to Crestfallen. He also seemed surprised, but it must’ve been for completely different reasons. Whatever they were, he shoved it down and told me it was going to be a fairly expensive taxi ride. That was fine by me, I had already converted all of my money to pounds anyway. So I loaded my luggage and got in the back.

Thankfully, he kept silent most of the way through. He told me when we were about five minutes away from the stop, and followed it up by telling me that if I wanted to turn back now, he wouldn’t charge me anything.

I realized what he meant: I had been paying attention to my book and not to the town itself, which was covered in a heavy fog. I hadn’t noticed any fog when I got to Billingham; the skies were clear all day. Maybe it was just foggy west of the bus route and Billingham--I wanted to get away from my old life so desperately that I was denying any possibility that my new life would be worse.

I shook my head and said that I was staying. The taxi driver laughed, a short, almost bitter laugh. Told me that I was gonna die in Crestfallen one way or another before he dropped me off. I paid him and took my luggage, still questioning what exactly he meant.

The odd thing was that, after I stepped off, the fog had lifted. I mean, the sky was still overcast, but I could see clearly. I was in this...little clearing, with a path that presumably led to the town, and another one apparently leading to the farm. A man was waiting in the clearing, and he approached me. Said he was the mayor, and that he wanted to show me to the farm.

I had already expected the farm to be a mess, honestly. I saw the pictures. There were scattered branches and stones throughout the farmland, wild grass growing everywhere...if there was even a previous owner, they must’ve left a long time ago. I wanted to ask the mayor, but he just ignored me. At the time, I thought he was just busy and that he had better things to do. He gave me a random bag of seeds and told me my tools were in the farmhouse. And then he just left.

I wish I could tell you more, but I just can’t remember a good chunk of my time there. My therapist is pretty sure it’s a symptom of my PTSD, which...if there’s even more traumatic memories my brain has blocked out, that’s scarier than anything I can remember.

Everything was just so uncanny. Most of the people always moved around like robots, their eyes glazed over, until I talked to them. And then they were all too perky. Even the people I were told were grumps acted like it. There were things that were superficially different about them, but they all acted so similarly, it felt like some sort of hive mind. I don’t know if that’s what was going on, and honestly, I don’t want to find out.

I say most of the people, because there were two I felt like I could trust. There was a huge lake on the outskirts of the town, and these two people lived on the beach. One of them lived in a small cabin, her name’s Odelia Stevens. She’s a writer, and she had gotten herself in the unfortunate situation where she couldn’t afford to move out, once she realized what was going on with the town. The second was an old fisherman living by the docks, his name was Langdon Averill. I’ll...get to why I say “is” for Odelia and “was” for Langdon later.

I think meeting them was the thing that kept me from falling into the town’s clutches. They were considered outcasts, and the town seemed to pretend like they didn’t exist. I never saw any of them go to the beach, and when one of them tried to talk to me after I left, they would tell me I just appeared out of nowhere.

I didn’t end up farming much. I would buy from the general store, at first, but when I harvested the crops, they were...god, I can’t think of the words. They were mangled and sickly, even though I knew the soil at least looked good. The seeds the mayor gave me, I think they were supposed to be parsnips, but the leaves were so shriveled, and the parsnips themselves were hard and spotted, and they were so small. When the mayor came to my farm to gather the harvest, I didn’t know whether or not to give...any of what I’d grown to him. But he saw them and he was overjoyed. He took one of those parsnips and bit right into it, dirt and spots and all. And he loved it! The only things that really prospered was food that I foraged from a nearby forest, and that became pretty much my entire diet. I took a sample of the soil from the farm; I have it with me if you want to keep it for testing or something.

Odelia and Langdon told me a lot about the other townsfolk, mostly so I wouldn’t outwardly freak out. I learned that they hate that the hard way--I once saw a child, couldn’t have been more than ten years old, shove a live robin down his throat and swallow it. I screamed, and the child’s mother descended on me, scratching me with her nails. Even though they were short, they were almost deadly sharp. I still have the scars on my cheek. She was screaming at me, over and over, screaming that he was just having a snack. It must’ve drawn the attention of the other townsfolk, because I could hear more voices yelling at me, telling me that I would be cooked in “his pot,” whatever that meant. Suddenly, the clock in the center of town rang and, like a reset button, they all stopped and went back to their usual activities. Thankfully, I had already met the two at the beach, and Langdon patched me up in his house.

I learned that they ate live birds a lot. They really seemed to like raw meat, flies or rotting be damned. I liked my meat, still do, but at least I cook it first. They would eat raw chicken and vomit in the streets afterwards. I never saw anyone die, funnily enough.

They had celebrations every so often. I hadn’t properly learned from Odelia and Langdon yet, so I went to the first one in the spring. I think it was something for Easter, but all they did was crack a bunch of eggs in this huge pot and take turns drinking spoonfuls from it. When I declined, I could feel that they wanted to attack me, but something prevented them from ending the celebration in bloodshed.

After that first spring, I spent a lot of my time at the beach and in the forest. The forest wasn’t completely free of the townsfolk, as one of them ran a ranch near the edge of that, but I needed it for food. Eventually, Langdon taught me how to fish--I couldn’t exactly subsist on wild leeks and berries forever. It was a nice way to pass the time.

By that first winter, though, things started to change. So long as snow covered the ground, the townsfolk would come in the night and write things in it. Sometimes I wouldn’t see them if the snow covered it up, but otherwise...it was always things about how I had betrayed their father, more references to his pot, that I would melt and cook while they feasted on my bones with said father. I wish I could remember more, Jon, I’m sorry.

Archivist

Do you remember anything else?

Avery

Well...sometime around the first fall, Odelia taught me how to make seeds out of the food and flowers I foraged. That was how I knew it wasn’t the soil that made the crops suffer, the seeds that I had made turned out fine--sometimes they were even better than what I had foraged. I ended up farming more for myself over anything, even though one of the points on that ad was that I had to be generous and donate some of my crops to the townspeople. I doubted it would make them happy, though. And I don’t really like hurting or killing people unless they’re actively attacking me or other innocent people; if my crops were going to poison the town, I didn’t want to risk anything. Chances are it would’ve just made them madder.

I tried to raise some chickens, though. Despite how much I didn’t want to interact with either of these people, I asked the carpenter to make a coop, and I got some chickens from the man running the ranch. By all accounts, they acted like normal chickens, and I tried to feed them good hay by harvesting the grass, but their eggs were still terrible: gray yolks, incredibly thin whites...I love scrambled eggs, but I could never use those. I eventually sold the chickens back to the ranch and had the coop taken down after a few months in the summer. I didn’t even want to try raising cows.

I wanted to leave so badly by the time that second winter rolled around. While Odelia and Langdon would often visit me and we would spend time on my farm or in the forest, by that time there was some odd force preventing them from leaving the beach. I witnessed it myself; anytime they would approach that border of trees separating the beach from the rest of the town, it was like they got...stuck. I don’t know if you play video games, but you know when you reach the border of the game map, and you just can’t go any further despite there not being anything physical stopping you? It looked like that. I could come and go as I pleased, but it was like...like the townspeople had rejected their existence so hard they couldn’t even penetrate the town they had constructed so carefully.

I think the final straw for the townspeople was late spring, the last year I was there. They had this sort of dance deep in the thick of the forest, apparently only accessible when the dance was going on. One of the men around my age there was the town doctor--which I doubt he was actually licensed to practice medicine, since I don’t even think he was thirty at the time--and he asked me to go to the dance. I’d never been asked before, in Crestfallen or in general, but I really didn’t want to go. I had no idea what kind of fucked up shit would happen there, and I didn’t want to find out. So I said no.

That night, just before I was about to go to bed, my door was broken down. I don’t remember how many people were there, but it was definitely the doctor and at least four other people. They descended on me like vultures, only instead of eating me they were savagely beating and kicking me. I was crying, and...sorry, hold on a second.

Archivist

Take your time.

Avery

[They nod, silently wiping tears away from their face]

Sorry, I...I have a bad habit of going nonverbal when I start crying. That, and I sound incomprehensible when I try to talk, and that’s especially bad considering you’re recording this. Anyway, I think one of them brought a bat down on my head, and I was knocked unconscious. I woke up the next morning in this weird white dress and a flower crown on my head. I could feel thorns on the stems threatening to pierce my already sensitive head. As my vision came into focus, I could see that my hands and feet were bound with rope. Actually, I wasn’t wearing anything but that dress, but when I tried to ask where my clothes had gone, I...I couldn’t make words with my mouth. Just a gentle sigh. It was a moment later that I saw the doctor holding my clothes, all neatly folded, approaching a blazing bonfire. Before I could even try to yell out, he threw them into the flames and turned towards me, watching me with cold infatuation as my clothes burned away.

Soon enough, the mayor approached me and grabbed my wrists, pulling me to the center of what looked to be the actual dancing part of the area. It was from here that I could see the whole field: the bonfire in the middle, separating what looked to be a buffet from the dancing. Various townspeople were milling around the buffet or looking at the bonfire, but when the mayor whistled, everyone turned to face me instantly.

They must’ve all known what would happen, because without a word or even a gesture from the mayor, the doctor stepped forward and grabbed my hands in his own. I tried to look at the ground, but the mayor held a hand under my chin so I would look my apparent dance partner in the eyes.

I hated every second of it. I was basically just getting tossed around, since I couldn’t move my feet. I could hear the townspeople chanting and playing instruments, but it wasn’t anything I could decipher. That or I just can’t remember, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point. Slowly, more people joined in on the dance, although from the snippets I could see, their dance was totally different than whatever the doctor was doing to me.

It felt like hours, but the sun’s position hadn’t even moved in the sky when the dance was done and I was released. I didn’t get much time to relish it, though, because I was knocked unconscious again. When I woke up, it was night, and I was lying naked on top of my bed.

I knew at that point that I had to get out of there. But I didn’t want Odelia and Langdon to be trapped either. I needed to do something. God, I can’t believe I forgot to mention this, but the entire time I was there, I could never get a signal on my phone. And it wasn’t like I had run out of data or anything, I was on a by-the-gig plan at the time. At least I wasn’t wasting my money, but it still frustrated me. Most of my days after that dance were spent walking all around the town limits, trying in vain to even get one bar. I’d downloaded one of those rideshare apps forever ago, but I never used it, and I figured now would be the best time to see if anyone could show up. I didn’t have much faith, considering my previous experiences getting to Crestfallen, but dammit, I had to try. I did not want to die in this place, and I didn’t want Odelia or Langdon to either.

I know you’re probably wondering why I didn’t just walk the road back to where I came, but to be honest, I didn’t want the townspeople following me. None of them had cars, as far as I knew, maybe a motorcycle owned by one person, but I still feared that they could track us down anyway. Plus, I didn’t want to get turned around and end back up in Crestfallen again. So, I figured calling someone over would be the best solution. I really didn’t want to rope anyone else into this mess, but it had the highest chance of succeeding in my eyes. And well, I’m here right now.

I finally got two bars on May 31st. See, part of Crestfallen is on a huge hill, and on the peak of that there’s a train that comes through--no stops, unfortunately, and I never heard or saw one go by while I was living there. Either way, it was there that I finally found a signal. So, I told my plan to Odelia and Langdon: that as soon as I found a way to get them out of the beach and onto the single road that went out of Crestfallen, we were leaving. Langdon seemed more hopeless than Odelia, but they both eventually agreed.

As it turned out, Odelia was on her high school’s swim team, and she had kept that up. She found that, so long as she swam to where the river flowing through Crestfallen emptied into the lake and kept her body underwater the entire time, she could escape into the rest of the town. With the added bonus of this river emptying out in the forest, she and Langdon could have some secrecy coming up. Meanwhile, I could take their luggage beforehand and keep it at my house until they were ready to go.

They were ready June 7th. The three of us stood at the top of the hill, Odelia and Langdon soaked, while I got someone to pick us up. Once the ride was approved, we raced back down to my house to get our luggage and wait for our driver. Unfortunately, the rest of the town seemed to have picked up on our plan.

Five minutes before our driver got there, we could see a mob approaching us, and they had weapons. Crude ones, but I could see kitchen knives glinting in people’s hands, sharpened sticks and stones and bats. They didn’t want to just beat us up this time; they were either going to indoctrinate us or kill us.

Despite his age, Langdon was surprisingly good at defending us against the mob. While we were able to avoid things being thrown at us, and at a couple points we threw them back to keep individual members from attacking us, Langdon was actively keeping them away with his suitcase. Two minutes before our driver got here, he was able to wrestle a butcher’s knife from a woman’s hand--the same woman that clawed my face so long ago. It felt like slow motion, watching him throw the knife right in the center of the woman’s forehead.

As she collapsed into a heap, the mob paused. They looked at the dead woman, and their faces contorted into anger. One of them cried out, and the mob descended on him just as the driver pulled up. Langdon screamed at us to save ourselves, and Odelia pulled me into the car. As she told the driver to go as fast as she could, I watched helplessly as the mob tore chunks from Langdon, and he screamed in pain as they ate his flesh.

When the driver dropped us off at the bus station, I gave her a five star rating and a tip that basically doubled the cost of the ride. She didn’t sign up to see a man be cannibalized, so it was the least I could do for potentially traumatizing her.

As we waited, I asked Odelia if Langdon sacrificing himself was something he planned. She shook her head, but she did remember hearing him say that he would rather he die on this mission over either of us, his rationale being that he was just an old fisherman, that we had more potential than he did out in the rest of England. I don’t know if he was right, but I can’t exactly change the past.

When the bus drove up, we boarded. I ended up sleeping most of the way down, which gave Odelia the chance to rest her head on my shoulder. Even though it was on a bus, it was the most comfortable I slept in the longest time. She must’ve had family or something in Liverpool, since that was where she requested to be dropped off. At first, I didn’t really know where I wanted to go. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore; all of my plans for the future had been dashed by Crestfallen. I ended up telling the bus driver to bring me to Greenwich, since it seemed far enough away from the center of London that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed. I applied for temporary housing there while I looked around for jobs to tide me over. It took about a month for me to get my own place, and as you probably know, I got a job here in August.

Archivist

That’s...certainly a lot. Do you have any way of contacting Odelia to perhaps get her perspective on Crestfallen?

Avery

I have her number, yeah. Though I’m not sure how willing she’d be to talk to you about it, considering whenever I’ve tried to bring up her time in Crestfallen, she doesn’t want to talk about it.

Archivist

Well, I suppose that’s understandable. As much as I would want to send someone up there to investigate, it would likely take a day at least, and if your claims are true, it would be very dangerous for--

Avery

What, you don’t believe me?

Archivist

You said yourself that you don’t remember a whole lot. But considering some of the...more horrific things you’ve told me about Crestfallen, I don’t want to think about what’s been blocked from your memory due to trauma.

Avery

I...I guess. I wouldn’t want anyone going out there either. Not without a weapon, and I doubt you can have those on public transportation.

Sorry. It’s just...wanting to tell someone about this was part of the reason why I applied to work at the Institute. Not all of it, but...I was kind of worried you wouldn’t believe me if I was some stranger. Although, I guess now’s not much better.

Archivist

[Sighs] Avery, I know I might act like I do, but I don’t hate you. I’m not around you enough to hate you.

Avery

I have a feeling you will if you get to know me better. It happens a lot. [Sighs, getting up from chair] Well, if that’s all you need from me, I should go.

Archivist

For now, yes. I’ll reach out if I need additional information.

Avery

Cool. [Footsteps, door opens then closes]

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Archivist

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Despite the...awkward ending to that statement, Avery has been surprisingly cooperative in regards to follow-up questions. They asked Odelia Stevens if she could come in and give a statement, but apparently her work schedule would make that difficult. However, Avery has arranged a video call with her and myself, so maybe she’ll be able to give us some more insight.

As it turns out, Crestfallen is a registered town in County Durham, despite there being very little information about...anything involving it, really. I don’t know how I could convince anyone to go there, even if they don’t know about it. I don’t think I could live with myself if I did that.

I really don’t know all that much about Avery, now that I think about it. As much as I don’t want to trust them, I’ve been trying to let my paranoia go. It’s strange, you’d think knowing them less would give me more reason to be paranoid about their intentions, but...quite the opposite, really. I don’t know what motivation they’d have for faking something on this scale, especially when their job is so removed from the more paranormal aspects of working here.

I just don’t know. And I don’t know if that’s a sign I should get to know them better, or keep them at arms’ length.

Recording ends.

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#the magnus archives #tma #tma oc #tma fic #idk if i'll post this on ao3 or not but we'll see #i might just for the extra validation

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Day 1, (Cairo/Amman/Paris), 25-9-2019

Written by Ahmed Hassan, edited and corrected by Aya Ashraf

Well, this is finally it. The moment I've always procrastinated to do. I'm finally documenting my biggest trip to Europe to date!

The trip started from September, 2019 from France passing by Italy, Vatican, Austria, Prague and ending in Germany. The trip raised my travel achievements from 5 cities, 4 countries to 15 cities, 8 countries in a total of 13 months, with a total number of 33 traveling days.

When I'm documenting my trip, I'm documenting personal experience, personal observations and opinions. it also might reflect my passion for Architecture, Art and beauty of how I see things, and how it reflects from my perspective. And to be honest, I've thought a lot about ideas of how I can show my trip well, and blogging somehow was a winner. Blogging sounds like a classic idea of how things should be documented, and I'm someone who's always nostalgic and feels classic about the present and the future.

Well, Where do I start. it's 9:00 PM on a Tuesday, On 24th of September 2019. i just had a haircut and heading home after one of the strangest days of my life. it's the day i had an emotional roller coaster; I'm getting ready to travel a the biggest planned trip ever, just a few hours after knowing I've took a hit in my career. Or at least that’s what i thought at the time. but after a few hours of Anxiety, I've decided to let all of such thoughts stop, I'm going to travel! I'm literally a few hours away from doing my most favorite thing in the whole world! I started double checking my belongings; Passport and tickets, Cash money, devices and luggage.

My plane takes off at 6:45 AM. I made sure i had arrived earlier for documentation. I finished everything around 3 hours before the flight and I'm sitting there at the airport bored and bored waiting for the time to pass, still having glimpses of anxiety from time to time.

The moment has come, I hear the call for my flight. Unlike the past year, that wasn't a direct gate to the plane, but it's a shuttle bus taking us directly to the plane near the runway. It’s my first time on Royal Jordanian airlines, I gotta say the plane looks decently vintage from outside, I liked the color pattern of the fleet because you don’t see darker planes every day. as below, the plane appeared mostly black with mixed colors of blood red and gold yellow.

i picked royal Jordanian because of two factors; their cheap economy tickets (Cairo/Amman/Paris and Berlin/Amman/Cairo for 6900 L.E), their luggage policy (two 23 Kg pieces + the carry on). But I gotta say, you get what you pay for. As someone who’s been on Air France's Joon last year, all I could do is compare the seats’ quality, friendliness level of the staff and the quality of food. The three weren’t that bad at all on the RJ planes, but yeah, that was something to mention.

So the plane is prepared to take off, flight attendants are giving us instructions about safety and emergency, then we’re taxiing the runway. When people usually describe their point of life when they feel absolutely free of any restrictions, I always think about the moment when the plane is on the runway accelerating, leaving anything behind -even if temporary- and rising above the clouds, above anything that previously caused any kind of insecurity. It’s me feeling superior and feeling good about myself.

That was my first time passing over Sinai by plane, I’ve seen a lot of beautiful scenery, like the gulf of Suez and the Suez canal and its ships lining up one after the other.

Also scenes of Sinai mountains, that looks small but great from above as well

I’m now entering the airspace of Jordan. And I got to see the river of Jordan and glimpses of the dead sea.

Just a few minutes after capturing the above picture, we were approaching Queen Aliaa International Airport in Amman for my transit. The plane was landing, and that was my first time to set foot in another Arab country. My transit was almost two hours long so it wasn’t that big of a deal, the airport was extremely clean with very fast free WiFi service, I didn’t feel bothered at all by the waiting time cause I kept exploring the airport. I wanted to buy a snack or a small meal but it was weird because of my zero understanding about the Jordanian currency in terms of what's reasonable and what's expensive. Minutes passed fast and I boarded the plane for a longer flight to Paris.

Passing over the occupied lands of Palestine gave me a special scene I won't forget, a glimpse of the dome rock mosque and the Aqsa mosque. It’s that glowing gold item in the middle of the below picture.

The flight to Paris lasted about 6 hours, passing over the Mediterranean, central Europe and then finally entering the French air field. It was a matter of time before hearing the announcement that we’re reaching Charles de Gaulle Airport, I’m landing again in my favorite city in the world, one year after saying goodbye back in 2018. Took my luggage and stayed in the airport for a few hours till Islem, the Algerian friend I’m staying with, finishes his work at 6 PM, so that left me in the airport for about 4 full hours.

First things first, I had to top up my French mobile line package so that I can communicate during my trip, then had a McDonalds sandwich at the airport. Also had time for a drink till I received a call from Islem to move to Aulnay-sous-Bois. Meeting Islem became one of Paris’s landmarks for me now, he’s a very nice Algerian, 2 years younger and shows a great hospitality each time I request to stay over. After my arrival at the platform, I found him right there. He guided me to the house, which was like 1 minute walking distance from the station which is a GREAT plus for a tourist. The neighborhood was actually built around the 1940s, and it's all about classic villas and buildings. My building is a great example of how the neighborhood looked.

I was actually staying on the fifth - and last - floor. Anyway it was almost 7.30 and I put my stuff at Islem’s, we're going to have an outing together. Islem suggested I should have like a metro pass to all the 5 Paris districts, which came in really handy for my whole stay, and it included Versailles and Disney which were planned items.

We decided to go over the downtown and launched that plan from Châtelet, stepped out of the station to Rue de Rivoli, passed by Tour Saint Jaques.

Then we passed by Paris's official city center, Hôtel de Ville. The place looked amazing as that was my first time to see it at night all lit

Also had my first look at the seine by crossing Pomt d'Arcole and its beautiful scenery over the river.

I also wanted to check on Notre Dame, as I was really devastated when the fire took place in April 2019, but it looked better than expected. But still it's a great loss to France and Europe.

For those who don't know, Notre Dame was my favorite place to visit in Paris, and it was the place that I've seen first in Paris during my first visit in 2018. I will never forget that feeling of seeing this building in person. Now it is in a really bad condition, only hoping for it to restore its previous glory soon.

I made sure to check the building as much as possible, passed by it from almost all sides. A very important funny part though: it was raining before my arrival and I didn’t notice a small water puddle behind Notre Dame, which resulted my socks and shoes all soaked with water, making me walk like i’m walking on hot rocks for a while till it started to dry out. We later reached Saint Michelle Fountain.

Had the opportunity to see one of the best seine river scenes in Paris, with Notre Dame looking so fine like it was untouched.

We Also passed by Pont Neuf, Paris’s oldest bridge with a construction date back to 1578. The term “Pont Neuf” means the new bridge, because of all the modernity that it embodied in the Middle Ages back then. The building, which spans the Seine at Ile de la Cité, was built during the reign of Henry III but was inaugurated in the early 17th century. At that time, it was the very first stone bridge in Paris and also the first in the capital to have sidewalks to protect pedestrians from the mud projected by horses and carts.

After crossing Pont Neuf to the other bank of the seine, we’re right in front of the back side of the Louvre museum. Islem thankfully made me enter the Louvre from the back entrance, allowing me to see the famous modern pyramid centering the 18th century old Château from a new angle.

And now with the main stream angle, which I really love by the way because there’s no enough of how beautiful this place looks! I was actually surprised to see that much of people still hanging out there, later i realized the place is open till 9:45 PM on Wednesdays, and it was just 9:15 PM the moment I took the picture.

We were really starving afterwards, and we couldn’t pick a place to have our dinner. So we decided to eat in the first affordable thing we see in our way. We walked down Avenue de l'Opéra heading to the Palais Garnier (Paris’s grand opera house). and as much as it always looked fantastic with its golden statues, it never looked as beautiful as I saw it that night.

We were right in front of the opera when Islem suggested we go for pizza hut since it’s just around the corner, there was no space for me to say no as the last meal I had was almost 8-9 hours earlier. We went inside and we picked a chicken pizza that we shared with a drink and appetizers. and I gotta say there was no much of a difference comparing to the pizza hut we have in Egypt, only cleaner place and more expensive lol.

We were finally full and we decided that I should welcome Paris in the best cliché way possible: watching the Eiffel tower at night. We moved via metro from Opéra to Trocadéro. For those of you who don’t know, Trocadéro is the best place in Paris where you can actually view the landmark and remain absolutely speechless till you realize you spent a lot of time there and should leave.

It was the most crowded place I visited that night. Needless to say how worthy it was, I’ll just let the below pictures speak for themselves.

After spending some time there, we decided to go home and rest, as Islem is working the next day, and I have to visit Chateau Versailles which I’m really excited about. Using both Metro and RER, we reached home and I was getting ready to sleep before it started raining outside.

I was sleeping right under a roof window which allowed me to see the sky and the rain hitting that window and I instantly started thinking about how lucky I am that:

- It started raining right after I’m back home and right before I arrived, I really felt welcomed :)

- I’m visiting the city I love the most twice in one year! Spending so much time there while having a very good trip planned ahead.

To the next day tomorrow, I’m visiting Chateau Versailles ,La Defance and Arc de Triumph. can’t wait to start going into details about that.

Bonne nuit!

#Egypt #Travel #Paris #France #Beauty #Architecture #Amman #Jordan #Eiffel #Tower #Louvre #Opera #Palais #Garnier #Museum #Art #Culture #nightphotography #night #photogtaphy #tourism #tourist

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hotforharrison · 5 years ago

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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream: ch 4

Chapter 3 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 5

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: He’d been in your dreams almost your whole life, but was it real?

Word Count: 951

Warnings: Language for this chapter. Stay tuned -- smut coming soon!

Georgia was everything you expected it to be -- varying degrees of miserable.

Your classmates already had their cliques from the past 3 years, and you were an outsider, the only new student in the senior class. They were friendly enough, but no one seemed interested in actually being your friend.

Your mother took away your phone after she enrolled you in the boarding school to keep you away from Tom, since sending you to Georgia apparently wasn’t enough. The only ways you had to get in touch with your friends back home were a landline in your room, and the computers in the computer labs on campus that blocked access to social media.

You busied yourself with doing well in your classes and going to bed early enough to visit The White Room every night. It was your only solace. You weren’t sure what you would have done without it, without Tom.

Tom had to be up at 3:30am most mornings for filming, so you adjusted your sleep schedule accordingly. At least no one was there to care when you slept.

Slow days finally turned into weeks that dragged on forever. Your birthday crept closer, and you secretly counted down the days.

You had already worked out a plan with Tom to meet up -- he booked a hotel near where he was staying. You were taking a couple of taxis and a bus to get there, everything written down in a small notepad so you couldn’t forget any of the details.

The night before your birthday arrived, you paced nervously around The White Room.

“I’ve never done anything this sneaky before,” you admitted.

“You’ve always been a goody two shoes,” he teased, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you.

“What if I get caught leaving?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Tell them to fuck off. You’re not a prisoner there.”

“I guess the worst case scenario is that they expel me.”

“And you hate it there anyway,” he pointed out.

“I do,” you agreed. “The White Room is the only place I’ve been happy since I moved to Georgia.”

“You make me happy, too, darling.” He smiled at you. “Come here. Your pacing is making me nervous, too.”

You sat down next to him on the bed and put your head on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Mostly excited. I might be a tad nervous, too.”

“Why are you nervous?”

“What if how things are in The White Room don’t translate to the rest of the world?” he eventually asked.

“You’ll always be my best friend,” you reassured him, wrapping your arm around him to give him a side hug. “Doesn’t matter where we are.”

He leaned into your touch. You could tell that there was something he wasn’t saying, but you didn’t press.

“There is one thing actually,” he started.

It was interrupted when you suddenly woke up.

“Dammit,” you groaned and glanced over at the alarm clock. 3:30am. His alarm had apparently gone off.

You’d have to wait until you met in person to see what he was going to say and try to keep your mind off of it until then. You didn’t need to spend all day creating worst case scenarios in your head. You probably would anyway.

You showered the night before, since you had a shared bathroom and didn’t want to wake up anyone else who might wonder why you were showering before 4am.

Moving slowly so you made as little noise as possible, you got dressed and ready before you called for the taxi in a low voice. You put the little notepad with all the information you’d need to get to the hotel in your purse, checking and double checking it was there.

You took a deep breath as you slung your overnight bag over your shoulder and quietly left the dorm. Like Tom said, no one could stop you. The worst they could do is ask you not to come back.

You were unbelievably relieved that nothing happened as you exited the campus and walked down to the cross street where you said you’d be waiting for the taxi.

You calmed down significantly when the taxi eventually pulled up, and you got inside. Step one was done.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

“The Greyhound station,” you replied.

The driver fortunately didn’t want to make small talk.

It was still well before dawn when you reached the bus station.

You walked inside to find no other passengers were there so early. The click of your shoes against the tile filled the silence as you approached the ticket booth.

“One ticket to Atlanta,” you told the attendant.

“Roundtrip or one way?” she asked.

You paused. That wasn’t something you’d thought about. “One way,” you decided.

It would give you more flexibility, depending on how things went in Atlanta.

You paid for your ticket and sat down at the right terminal. The bus wouldn’t be there for a couple more hours, so you settled down to read a book for a while.

It was hard to focus on reading when your mind kept drifting back to where you’d be in about 12 hours, wondering what Tom had wanted to say to you back in The White Room. You reread the same few pages several times before you gave up.

There was a television mounted to the wall on a 24 hour news station. You tried to distract yourself with that for a while, but it didn’t work either.

You stared at the clock on the wall as it ticked by the seconds that brought you closer to Atlanta, closer to Tom.

It was going to be a very, very long day.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 5 years ago

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Black Coffee (chapter three)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Percy didn’t know the first thing about ballet.

He’d been marched to ballroom dancing classes when he was much, much younger; his parents thought it an integral part of knowing how to exist within the confides of the societal bubble they occupied. Percy had surprised himself with how much he’d enjoyed it, it seemed to be the only style of dancing that was exactly suited for someone as stiff and rigid as he was.

But ballet was a different world entirely. However it was one his new companion adored and always had by the sounds of things, given how he’d talked at length about borrowing his mother’s skirts and swishing around the living room to the soundtracks she’d buy for him from the thrift store, given how his face had fallen when he’d admitted that he’d cried the day he’d had to stop going to his little Saturday morning ballet classes because he’d moved.

Where he’d moved to or why or why this was the first time he’d mentioned his mother, Percy didn’t push any further on that. But he’d privately decided he was going to do something for that nine year old version of Vax’ildan and his dreams of being a ballet dancer.

So he was going to have to get his head around it. If Vax’ildan could keep a straight face through one of Percy’s meandering lectures on how the wiring found inside a radio was the most versatile he’d ever come across, Percy could put in enough effort to find the most prestigious, lauded ballet show currently going on in the city.

So he’d found one, bought tickets and sent them to Vax along with a black gown he could wear to the show. Something he could swish in.

Percy just hoped he’d picked the right one.

“And to do so many fouettés in a row…and then straight into that fucking incredible en pointe work! The amount of control you need to do that, it’s insane…”

Percy gave a grunt, just to indicate that he was still listening. Vax had been going on like this all through the intermission, through the drinks after the show and the whole taxi ride home. And all through the show itself, he’d been on the very edge of his seat, eyes wide and rapt, swatting at Percy if he made even the slightest noise.

Maybe Percy had been harbouring a desire to repeat their antics at the cinema, making good use of Vax’s long skirts and the darkness around them in the box he’d gotten for them. But after that he’d given up on the idea amicably, content to lean back and enjoy the delight on his face.

But now…

“The way the prima landed in that sauter, that’s nearly impossible! But even the simpler pieces, the grand adage, it puts so much pressure on your muscles to move that slowly…”

Sighing, Percy came up from between Vax’s thighs, throwing the blanket back so he could poke his head out rather like a gopher. Not the sexy image he was wanting to project in the moment.

“Vax’ildan?” he panted, breath short from his efforts already, “I am beyond thrilled that you enjoyed our date and I will take you to so many ballets now I know how important it is to you and you can talk my ear off about this stuff all night. But. Can I have the next ten minutes to eat you out and have you, you know, actually respond?”

Vax stopped, face going expressionless for a moment before he flushed bright red, “Oh. Right. Sorry…you’re doing a very good job.”

Percy barked out a laugh, “You do know how to make a guy go weak at the knees,” though his face softened after a moment, “And I mean it. You’re adorable when you’re excited about something. I’m glad tonight made you happy.”

Vax felt his throat tighten and something twitched in his chest, something not entirely unpleasant, only in how unexpected and unfamiliar it was.

Falling back to old habits, he made himself smirk, “Well, get back down there and really make my night.”

Percy grinned back and sank down below the surface, swallowed up by the ink black sheets. Then his hands were back at Vax’s hips, his tongue traced it’s now familiar route to the shallow pool of heat between his legs, deepening it and searching out new arches and hollows inside. And Vax began to scream.

When it was done and he was panting, face softly pink, a very satisfied and rather smug Percy resting his head on his chest, the feeling was gone.

Vax determined that, whenever he felt unsure or suddenly doubtful in the future, he would have a gorgeous British man eat him out. And he would trust Percy a little more with the hidden parts of himself.

“Have you had any auditions lately?”

Vax looked up from his bowl of cereal, well aware that his sister could read his face as well as her own- because it pretty much just was her own- and there wasn’t much point in trying to act anything other than guilty. But a guy had to try.

“No…no, it’s been kind of a dry spell. It’s not the start of the season, you know? Bad timing.”

“Right,” Vex didn’t sound totally disbelieving, mostly sympathetic. She stirred the coffee she was holding, ready to pour into a travel cup and try not to spill on other passengers on the train, “Hey, Vax, listen…”

Vax pointedly moved the longer parts of his hair behind his ears.

“Don’t give up, okay?” Vex sounded so much like their mother when she gentled her voice like that, “We’re going to find the right company for you. And they’re going to be so lucky to get you.”

Guilt flared up hot and sickly in Vax’s stomach. He knew himself unfortunately well enough to know all that broiling inside him would just turn to pure defensiveness when this whole charade came to its natural conclusion. But the thought of doing the sensible thing, of explaining his arrangement with Percy to Vex and admitting where last month’s rent had actually come from, the thought made his toes curl.

Not that Vex would be judgemental. Not that she’d turf him out of the house and call him a harlot and make him sew a red letter onto his clothes.

But she’d worry. She’d fret. She’d tie Percy to a chair and demand to know every little thing about him, threaten him with an arrow in the face until he confessed every second cousin’s maiden name. She’d get protective.

Vex had always been doing that, protecting her brother. Protecting him from bigger kids, from grief, from their father. Vax had always appreciated it but deep down there was always the sense that he never repaid her, he just found more trouble for them to get into and her to get them out of.

Vax didn’t want to be yet another job Vex had to juggle.

“Thanks, Stubby,” he smiled thinly, dropping his eyes back to his bowl, “Have a good day at work. I’ll have dinner ready when you get back.”

He would, he and Percy didn’t have a date that night. He was half convinced he could still feel the tingles from their last one.

Vex paused and he was almost certain she’d say something more but all she did was give him the usual kiss on the forehead and wished him a good day. Trinket did his usual wailing in dismay as she disappeared out of the door, like he was never going to see her again. Vax couldn’t be too hard on the mournful old rug, he remembered when he was very small and would sob whenever his sister went anywhere without him.

He sat and munched away on the only knock off Lucky Charms they’d found that actually tasted like the real thing, trying very hard not to dwell on his various failings any more. Not easy, so he turned to the battered paperback by his hand. He’d gone to see the film with Percy a while back and had enjoyed it so much he’d borrowed the book.

He loved turning the pages to see where the spine was cracked, to see which parts Percy turned back to again and again. It was a book too mushy and shamelessly romantic for a nerd like Percy or a casual goth like Vax, in all honesty, but there was an undeniable charm to it. Vax had actually chortled aloud at some points, where he could see a line that was, if not a twin, but a very, very close sibling to ones Percy had used on him during their dates.

The sound of the post coming through the door kicked him out of his romantic little adventure. Unsurprisingly, that sound had been a source of great excitement for him over the last few months.

It was a simple looking package today. Though Vax had learned that was no reason to let one’s guard down; there had been many packages that he’d made the mistake of opening near Vex, leading to a muffled squeak of mixed embarrassment and panic and a fast exit to his bedroom lest she see the glamorous sex toy or wisp of lingerie within.

But Vex was gone. And he was already feeling a familiar, welcome pulling in his lower stomach at the idea of the photos he’d send Percy if this turned out to be something similar.

But as soon as he ran his nail under the tape and pulled away the paper and unfurled the tightly folded tan material, Vax knew he wouldn’t be sending Percy any pictures. What he would be doing was running full pelt to the bus stop, getting the first one that would take him closest to Percy’s penthouse (using Vex’s bus pass) and flying up to give a very surprised Percy the biggest hug he could possibly muster while crying.

Of course the new binder in the parcel was the perfect fit and matched his skin tone perfectly. Percy never did things improperly, especially when they were important.

And then the feeling was back. The niggling, twitching pulse inside of him like an itch in the form of a thought. Irritatingly, constantly there but not enough that he could actually tell what it was.

It lingered even after they’d fucked vigorously, after Vax had used every trick he knew to show his appreciation for such a kind, thoughtful present, in the absence of words. Words had never been Vax’s friends but he could kiss, he could gasp, he could moan Percy’s name and hope he understood.

Percy slipped back into sleep after they were done, Vax had woken him up if his dazed look and rumpled hair had been anything to go by, so he was quickly forgiven. Vax was left alone with this strange feeling inside him, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if he should chase it down or ignore it and hope it went away.

The second one won of course. So he turned to Percy and pressed his face between his shoulder blades, inhaling the scent of clean soap and the faintest, slightest amount of gunpowder. And things seemed better.

Vax whistled happily to himself as he jimmied his key in the front door lock that always got stuck when he tried to use it. Even that couldn’t ruin his mood as he sauntered in, reaching down and scrubbing Trinket’s ears fondly. He and Percy had stayed in bed all day, alternating between having sex and playing video games that quickly turned into

What did ruin it, what brought it crashing down with a sound like a ton of bricks hitting the floor, was when he looked up and saw Vex’ahlia, curled up on the sofa in a blanket with red rimmed eyes and a face like a storm cloud.

Instantly he realised how he’d fucked up.

“I said I’d make dinner…” he groaned, hands coming up to cover his face, “Oh gods, Stubby, I’m sorry…”

“Yeah,” Vex scowled, “I hope so.” She looked so much like their mother when she was pissed, too.

“Listen, I got tied up with a friend-“

“No,” his sister jumped to her feet, eyes black with the kind of anger that was truly terrifying, the kind borne from fear and love, “Enough of that. You are going to tell me what’s going on right now. The whole truth. Where you’ve been all these evenings, why you keep getting strange packages in the mail you hide from me, who keeps calling you. I don’t care what it is, Vax’ildan, you’re going to tell me because I’m fucking terrified.”

At those words, at the look on her face, Vax lost any fight that might have leapt up inside him to keep the quivering mass of guilt at bay.

Tears prickled in his eyes and he hunched over himself, “I’m sorry…I know I’ve been keeping things from you, I just didn’t think I’d be scaring you this much.”

“Of course I’m going to get worried when my brother starts acting like he’s in a gang!” Vex looked exasperated.

“Well…when you put it like that,” he muttered, looking down at his shoes, “And that’s not what it is, by the way.”

“Good. Now tell me what it is.” Her face was an impassable wall, no way around or passed it.

He should have rehearsed this in the shower, Vax realised, as he tried to get his mouth around the words. There was no nice way to say this, no delicate tiptoeing to be done.

“I just went and got myself a sugar daddy, that’s all! No big deal! He just pays me for sexy stuff.”

Well, that was about the worst way to say it.

“Right…” Vex takes a deep breath, clearly turning that over in her mind and trying to ignore the forced, unconvincingly flippant way he’d say it, “Well, you’re not dealing drugs or weapons. And it's not illegal…I don’t think?”

“Uh,” Vax frowned, “I hadn’t considered that?”

“Fantastic,” her voice flattened, clearly not impressed with that, “Do you even know his name? Have you met him face to face? When am I going to meet him?”

“See?” Vax threw his hands in the air with dramatic exasperation as he marched to the kitchen before remembering he’d totally dropped the ball on making sure there’d be food in there, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you, I knew you’d make such a big deal about this…”

“It just…it sounds like the sort of thing you need to be so careful with,” Vex had begun to play with her braid, a bad sign, “And you’re not good at being careful, Scrawny, no offence.”

“Some offence, maybe. Fine, nosy, his name is Percy, he’s an entrepreneur trust fund kid and he doesn’t have it in him to hurt a fly. It’s not like I’ve fallen into bed with a gun toting maniac,” he scowled but he couldn’t maintain the indignation past that. Honestly, this was all a little relieving, his sister reacting exactly how he expected her to. Some things were always dependable, “Listen, I really am sorry. About scaring you and letting you down and…everything else.”

Vex gave him a long look, the ones the twins gave each other that could say so much more than words. And then she sighed, relenting a little, “You’re just going to have to let me worry, Vax. I’m sorry. I…I can’t not worry about you. Even if he is a weakling.”

“I’m okay, I’m being careful,” Vax promised, closing the distance between them as fast as he possibly could, wrapping her in a fast, firm hug, “I promise, Stubby, one day you won’t have to worry about me at all.”

“Not likely,” she gave a small laugh, hugging him back for a moment before giving him a playful shove, “Order a pizza, asshole. A big one. And we aren’t done talking about this, okay?”

“Yeah, I figured,” Vax sighed, digging out his phone, “Get yourself back under your blankets, Princess Stubby, I’m your slave for the rest of the evening.”

“Good,” she managed a tender smile, ducking back down to the comfort of her rug of a dog, “Love you. You know that, yeah?”

Vax gave her a smile in return, really meaning it and letting it show, “I know. And I love you.”

Some things really were dependable. And he could always depend on his sister to love him and exasperate him.

“Vex’ahlia, I’m going to kill you!”

Vex lifted an unconcerned eyebrow, turning a page in her book. It was one Vax had left lying around the other day, an honest to god bodice ripper. It was fun though, she’d smiled on more than one occasion and nearly laughed even.

After much banging and stamping, throwing his bedroom door back so hard it would probably dent the wall just to make his point, Vax came into the kitchen and planted himself firmly in his sister’s line of sight.

He looked like shit.

His nose was painfully red, a colour that matched the rings around his eyes. His skin was ashy, he looked like he was freezing even though the morning was fairly warm and his throat sounded rough. And he looked beyond furious.

“I told you! I knew you were sick!” Vax wheezed angrily, “And I knew you were going to get me sick!”

“Scrawny, it was a tickle in the throat for me, it’s not my fault if you’re going to be a big baby about it…”

“A tickle?” Vax sounds incensed, “I’m dying!You know I have a weaker immune system…I can’t believe you could be so insensitive…”

His sister didn’t look particularly moved as she stood up and gathered her work bag together, this was the routine every time a germ dared enter Vax’s bloodstream, “Just keep your fluids up and stay warm, okay? I’ve got to get going but I’ll call whenever I get a break and I’ll bring home some stuff from the drugstore.”

“What?” Vax went from offended to piteous in an instant, hating the words coming out of his mouth, “Can’t you…can’t you stay off?”

Sick days when they were in school had always been about Vex faking whatever illness had brought her brother down, insisting she had it too, so she could cuddle up next to him under the covers and stroke his hair, promising to punch whatever had made him sick.

She smiled softly, coming over and hugging him tightly, “We’re not in middle school anymore, Scrawny, sorry. You know I’d stay with you if I could.”

“I know…” Vax hugged her back, sniffling, “Have a good day at work.”

“I won’t,” she chuckles, drawing back after a defeated glance at the clock, “But I’ll be thinking of you. Make sure you rest, I’ll have Trinket sit on you if you don’t.”

Vax managed a weak, scratchy laugh, rubbing at his streaming eyes with the sleeve of his pyjama shirt, “Yeah, being smothered to death would probably get rid of my symptoms. See ya, Stubby.”

As soon as she was gone, Vax sighed and stumbled to his bedroom, dragging his duvet out onto the sofa where he promptly collapsed, even that brief trip leaving him feeling utterly drained and more than a little shivery. Trinket gave a sympathetic rumble and climbed up next to him, squirming under Vax’s arm.

“Fine,” Vax mumbled without much hesitation, cuddling into the vast expanse of shaggy brown fur, “But don’t tell Vex.”

Trinket promptly began to chew on his hair contentedly.

“Fine,” Vax struggled to dig his phone out from the expanses of his duvet cocoon.

He felt a stab of regret as he typed out an apology to Percy. They’d arranged to go to the Spanish café downtown, one of Vax’s favourites. But he imagined coughing and spluttering and sniffling your way through a date would be bad form for a sugar baby.

Sorry, gonna have to get a rain check for today. Caught my dumb sister’s dumb cold. See you day after tomorrow?

He knew it wouldn’t be long until Percy got back to him. Even when he wasn’t expected in the office, he had the disturbing, unnatural habit of waking up early and making the most out of his days. The very idea made Vax shudder.

As he laid there, Trinket working dedicatedly on giving him a new hairstyle, Vax wondered why the unhappiness hadn’t shifted from his chest. He wondered if it was more than just the idea of manchego and pepper sandwiches he was missing.

Percy had become a good friend to him since they’d begun their little arrangement. Maybe it was the fact they saw each other so regularly. Maybe it was the fact that Vax was a fairly habitual motormouth. Maybe it was the fact he’d been on a fairly extended dry spell before they’d started shacking up, due to Mollymauk finding himself an honest to gods long term boyfriend and Shaun moving back to Tal Dorei.

But either way, Vax had found himself telling Percy so much more than he’d really told anyone else. Things just came so easily with the lanky, unlikely young aristocrat. His eyes were kind, he took everything that was said to him with a calm, even expression and he had a way with words that could be relied upon most of the time. And even when it failed, it was at least funny.

Vax found something that could even be called trust, running between them like a thin silver thread. Trust wasn’t something Vax gave out easily, not after the life he’d lived. He’d long ago realised that it was better to close himself off and depend on the very few people who’d proven themselves worthy, rather than reach out and burn his fingers or worse.

But Percy’s quiet ways, his gentleness, his eagerness to touch Vax and just be with him…and the way he seemed to be holding sadness inside him the same way Vax was. He’d settled into being with him, feeling safe with him, trusting him without even realising.

And now, facing down a day with Percy’s company replaced with that of a miserable cold, he realised that with more clarity than ever.

“Guess I really lucked out, huh?” Vax murmurs, finally yanking his hair out of Trinket’s mouth.

And somehow those words didn’t even feel like enough. And they came tinged with the feeling from before.

Suddenly, unexplainably desperate for something to do, Vax grabbed for his phone again.

Nothing on the screen. No message from Percy.

He frowned, sitting up a little, bringing a huff of annoyance from Trinket who had been leaning against him. It wasn’t like Percy to leave him hanging.

Now feeling thoroughly miserable, abandoned by both his sister and his sugar daddy to suffer through this illness, Vax wrapped himself tighter in his blanket and listened to Trinket snoring, watching cartoons on Vex’s laptop until his eyes unfocused and he drifted into something like sleep.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been drifting before he heard the knock at the door.

“What in the hell…” he murmured, voice slurring, clearly even more stuffed up than he’d been before.

Forcing his legs to move, pressure screaming through his sinuses when he finally got upright, Vax lurched to the door, silently cursing whoever was behind it. Some unsuspecting salesman was about to get a Newfoundland cross set on them, the one that was currently bouncing around the door, ready to strike. Not that he’d do anything but slobber on them but still…

Trinket did his job perfectly, yelping and soaring through the doorway as soon as it opened, eager to greet the new friend behind it. However, he had quite a bit more force behind him than Vax had been expecting, then kind that could do some damage.

It certainly sent Percy careening completely off his feet and sprawling on the hallway carpet.

“Percy?” Vax squeaked in horror, “What are you doing here? Trinket, no, get off him!”

But after a second’s panic, Vax realised Percy wasn’t in any kind of distress. Though surprised, he was actually wrestling with Trinket, scrubbing his ears and laughing delightedly.

“You never told me you had a dog!”

“He…he’s my sister’s really,” Vax still stood, blinking in confusion, trying to sort out his feelings.

Percy was here on his hallway carpet, on their doormat. He was a handful of steps away from their living room which was an undeniable mess, after being occupied by an ill, bored Vax all morning. It was also as tiny, cramped and poorly wallpapered as it ever had been. And the whole thing, with all of its shoebox sized adjoining rooms, would probably fit into the sunken sofa section of Percy’s penthouse.

Vax was suddenly filled with an itch to slam the door, turn out all the lights and try and pretend he wasn’t home.

“What’s his name?” Percy’s glasses were hanging off his nose and his smile was a mile wide.

“Uh, Trinket,” Vax shrugged, hoping that jumper Percy wore, that was now covered in brown dog hair, wasn’t expensive.

“Hello Trinket! You’re gorgeous, aren’t you? Yes, you are!”

Trinket was adoring the attention of course, showing it by slavering all over Percy’s cheek. It was adorable, of course, but Vax’s fidgeting heart couldn’t let him enjoy it.

“Percy, what on earth are you doing here?”

It was as if he’d just realised where he was, awkwardness and hesitation washing over him, “I’m sorry, I know this is…we didn’t agree it in advance but…when you said you were sick, I called to see if you were okay and you didn’t answer so…I worried.”

“Oh,” Vax pulled a face, “Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep on the sofa. Must have been really been out of it, I didn’t hear my phone ring.”

Worry made his eyes go wide and he jumped up off the floor finally, “Have you been to the doctors? I brought some soup and medicine and things but if it’s really bad we need to get you some antibiotics.”

Vax stopped. That felt a little bit beyond the remit of ‘presents’. That felt like a genuinely heartfelt, genuinely sweet gesture, something that showed real care.

“You…you came here to make sure I was okay?”

“Of course I did,” Percy didn’t look like he’d been prepared for that response, for the genuine shock on Vax’s face, “I…I assumed your sister would be at work. I didn’t want you to be alone.”

Vax’s throat suddenly felt incredibly tight and his eyes started to itch in a way that had nothing to do with any germ.

“Oh Vax…” Percy’s face fell, reaching out for him, bringing him against his chest in a way that couldn’t be denied.

Soon, much to his own dismay, Vax was sobbing against him and completing the destruction of his jumper.

“Gods, that’s gross, I’m sorry,” he croaked thickly once the tears thinned enough for him to get words out.

“Please don’t apologise,” Percy didn’t seem eager to let the embrace end, strong fingers still holding his shoulders, “It’s fine. I’ve not upset you by coming, have I?”

“No,” Vax managed a wobbly smile, feeling Percy’s hands anchoring him even when he’d been coming apart just a moment before, “I needed it. I just didn’t realise it until now.”

Lying around, zoning out over cartoons and repeatedly blowing his nose was a lot more fun when Percy was curled up next to him.

He had a habit of reaching over and idly stroking Vax’s hair, letting the inky rivulets run through his fingers over and over again like he was never going to tire of it. It was so comforting, a way of knowing that there was always someone beside him, someone who cared about him.

“I hate being alone when I’m sick,” the half elf mumbled, voice vague and still thick with whatever gross stuff made people sick that he didn’t want to think about, “That’s why I...y’know, when I saw you…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, love,” Percy tucked the blanket a little tighter around him, “I understand, it’s a horrible feeling.”

Vax, maybe not as in control of his currently cotton stuffed brain as he’d like to be, frowned, “But...you live on your own? Who looks after you when you’re sick?”

Percy tilted his head, “Well...I’m used to it by now. I don’t really get sick all that often.”

Vax pulled a face, slumping back against Percy’s chest, lacking the energy to hold his body up for any length of time, “Next time you’re sick, I’m gonna look after you. Pinkie promise.”

There was a warm chuckle, one that made the skin against him rumble pleasantly, “Well, I’m probably going to get whatever you’ve got after today. So I’m going to hold you to that.”

Vax sighed, drifting in and out of sleep for a little while before murmuring, “I feel bad. You came all this way and I can’t even kiss you, let alone fuck.”

“Don’t you dare feel bad,” there was no chastising in Percy’s tone, just tenderness, “I didn’t come here for any of that. I came here because I wanted to help.”

Why?

The question rose up in his throat, threateningly but Vax managed to swallow it back. It would do no good, the conversational equivalent of kicking at a pile of ash that had hidden embers within its depths.

But the question didn’t go away, a butterfly beating its wings in his chest.

“You’re sweet,” Vax said quickly, realising the pause was getting a little too long, “But you are getting a hell of a reward once I’m well enough. Just saying.”

“Well, if it’s on offer…” the tips of Percy’s ears coloured pleasantly.

The laughter came easily, as it always did when he was around Percy. Vax was just considering leaning in and kissing him, germs be damned, when the front door opened.

Trinket, of course, rocketed up, upsetting the nice arrangement they’d had on the sofa where he’d been providing most of the softness. As much as Trinket loved to be cuddled, he loved his mama more and she’d just walked through the door.

Vax was less pleased to see her, face colouring a deep plum.

“Hey, Stubby…” he began, hoping the term of endearment would take away the awkwardness of her walking in and finding him draped over some guy. He quickly put an appropriate distance between himself and Percy, so fast any middle school dance chaperone would be proud.

“Hello,” Vex’s answer was clipped, wary. Clearly the nickname hadn’t done its job.

“This is Percy,” Vax motioned, smiling through the pain, “You know…I was talking about him the other day?”

“I remember,” Vex’s eyes bore into Percy like she was staring into his soul, as if she could detect at a glance any intention to hurt her brother.

Percy responded in kind, visibly squirming behind his impenetrable mask of politeness, probably one of those things they taught you at the fancy colleges rich people went to. Though he managed to put on a stiff upper lip, standing and shaking her hand, “A pleasure to meet you Vex’ahlia. Your bother has mentioned you many times.”

Vex arched an eyebrow, looking like this had taken a screeching turn into levels of formality she hadn’t been prepared for, “Yes, that sounds like my brother.”

“Oh, all good things of course,” Percy added quickly, backpedalling desperately.

“Now that doesn’tsound like him,” Vex put on the smile she probably used on customers at her various jobs, “What exactly brought you here, Percy?”

“Well, when Vax told me he was sick, I wanted to come and just spend some time with him. To make sure he was okay, or at least had some companionship if he wasn’t.”

That was when Vex’s eyes travelled across the mess on the coffee table, seeing a mostly eaten, rapidly cooling bowl of chicken soup, a number of glasses of water that Vax was dutifully made to drink and a sensible number of boxes of cold medicine. Definitely not the props of a wild afternoon of hedonistic sex.

And Vex’s expression softened.

“Well…thank you, Percy,” she turned her face back to him, “It’s good to know he’s got someone looking out for him.”

Percy visibly relaxed, apparently deciding he wasn’t about to be punched in the teeth, “It seems to me he has two, Vex’ahlia.”

“Just Vex is fine…”

Vax butted in quickly, before things could get any weirder, “Thanks for stopping by, Percy. It was really sweet of you. I’ll text you, yeah?”

Percy seemed startled, a little hurt for a moment, like he was going to protest. Even Vex frowned slightly, tilting her head at her brother.

But eventually he nodded, trying to wipe the wounded look from his face like it had never been there, “Of course. I’m just a phone call away.”

So many times as Percy gathered his things, sweeping them back into the grocery bag he’d brought Vax an afternoon of comfort and security in, Vax wanted to blurt out a plea to stay, an offer to have dinner with them, an offer to stay forever, why the hell not?

And that was exactly the problem. That was the reason he kept his lips firmly together and said nothing as he led Percy to the door, as if he might have lost it since he last went through it.

Though he did give him a swift, sweet kiss on the lips, once he was certain Vex was busy making her after work cup of tea.

“I will text you, okay? I promise,” he murmured, eyes soft.

Percy’s eyes brightened and he nodded happily, “And send me pictures of Trinket?”

Vax snorted, “A little different from the pictures I normally send you but fine…”

At least he got to leave laughing, Vax thought as he refused to let himself linger in the doorway, ducking back into the warm light of the apartment.

“He seems nice,” Vex piped up, stirring her tea and stealing the best spot where Trinket would provide the most warmth, “Not that you need my approval or anything, I know that.”

Vax shrugged lazily, “The money’s good and he’s not a bad kisser.”

“Now that I definitely did not need to know.”

Vax smirked, heading for his bedroom, dragging his blankets behind him. He needed a good night’s sleep to shake this miserable cold. Though he paused, looking back at his sister. He could tell at a glance it hadn’t been a good day; it was in the way she sat, the way her hair had unravelled out of the impeccable bow he’d tied it in that morning, the circles under her eyes.

“You know, Percy said he’s happy to pay the full rent, it’s part of the arrangement-“

“No,” Vex said flatly, before he’d even finished, just as he’d known she would. But he’d had to try.

“Goodnight, Stubby. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Vex smiled softly over the rim of her mug. Trinket woofed in a timbre so deep it made the floor shake.

Vax smiled in return, looking back at the little scene of his life as he’d always known it, since he’d finally become happy at least. That’s when he’d started counting his life as actually being lived.

Though inside he was still shaking, still reeling silently from the one moment where Percy had been part of it. He’d fit in perfectly, talking with his sister, playing with their dog, leaning back on their battered old street couch, despite everything he’d worried about. And it only gave him something new to worry about.

Because Vax wanted it. He’d seen Percy has part of his world, the world he’d worked so hard to build, and he’d wanted him to stay. And the thought scared him so damn much he’d shoved him out the door, as if that would mean it had never happened. As if that would mean everything would go back to normal, where they were just two people with a perfectly reasonable, purely commercial arrangement.

As if that would stop him wanting something he’d never be able to have.

Vax gave a dry little sob as he yanked the duvet up over his head. Business as fucking usual.

#percildan #critical role fic #sugar daddy au #percy/vax #perc'ildan #cr: vox machina #cr: percy #cr: vax #cr: vex #cr: trinket #modern au #urban fantasy

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jessiewre · 5 years ago

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Day 43

Sun 16th Feb

Travel Day - Lake Nakuru to Nairobi to night bus zzz

Phil got up early to go swimming before the crowds arrived and I happily relaxed with the wifi and room to myself. But theeeeeen Phil ran back excitedly to tell me that I should get up and join him to sit poolside in the beautiful morning sun. OH FFS.

I kinda couldn't be arsed (which I knoooow sounds stupid) but knew I HAD to go now that he'd run all the way back to say it. So I got up and dragged my poor self over to the pool (I hope you feel sorry for me). Despite the altitude making the breathing much harder (or something he said along those lines), Phil bossed 1500km of front crawl, then went to the little gym area to celebrate with 30 mins of picking things up and putting them down again (I think they call it weights).

We cleared the breakfast buffet of all it's potatoes then got packed up to leave for a day of buses. We asked the manager again about the shorts and she said she'd spoken to the hedge trimmer guy who'd found them and 'thrown them away'. Sorry what now?? People do not throw clothes away here. So basically, we're pretty sure he stole them which is annoying. But we'll cope. Hope he enjoys the shorts. In HELL. I’m kidding. I hope they go to a good home and that God never finds out about the theft cos that guy will be in biiiiig trouble.

We went in a taxi to Easy Coach where they'd advised us to go for the ‪12pm‬ bus, tickets in advance not required. Sounded straightforward.

But on arrival, Easy Coach said they weren't sure what time the bus would depart - could be anytime between 12-3 - and that it was potentially full, so they wouldn't sell us a ticket till the bus arrived. Phil was really annoyed by this, but got organised and quickly found us a tuc tuc to go to Prestige buses. Ooh Philly Tours was in full mode here. Turned out there were posh matatu buses that DON'T stop a million times and put people on air seats that don’t exist! Prestige even did the OPPOSITE thing of telling us it would be an hour wait, then after 20 mins it was ready to go - causing us to down our mango juice and coffee and cancel our food order in a panic! But than the opposite though I can tell you.

The vehicle was comfortable but as I put the food bag on my lap I realised the Mexican food from the night before had LEAKED everywhere and the canvas bag was super wet. Plus it smelt kinda like vinegar so I guessed the food had gone to waste annoyingly. Plus on this bus, no one seemed to want their window open which made it SOOO hot. I had to keep asking the woman in front to open it and she would close it after 5 minutes every time. It was a real relief to get out in Nairobi ironically and feel cooler air.

I tried to get Phil to eat the Mexican food but he said no so we walked 10 mins to a LP recommended restaurant called Trattoria and it was super nice. With 3 hours to kill, we were in no rush so took our time with a mushroom risotto and walnut eggplant ravioli. We then shifted into the bar area to watched Aston Villa vs Spurs, much to the Italian owners disappointment (he tried to change the channel to the Juventus game but our waiter forced him to change it back for us ha).

As the light dipped into evening, the streets seemed intimidatingly busy and Phil smartly insisted on getting us an Uber to the bus station drop off. We pulled up to the Modern Coast office but I jumped out to check if we were in the right place and we were not! Thank GOSH we checked as I was able to jump back into the Uber and we went and found the correct place in the safety of a vehicle 😅.

Our ‪8pm‬ bus was already there getting loaded up and the nice staff even let us use the office loos before we left, not that they were fancy or anything, but avoided hunting around for somewhere then paying. We got onto the bus and I looked at the GIANT VIP seats at the front of the bus and realised they were our seats GET IN - One on each side of the aisle. Wow they were MASSIVE and I felt so lucky to have them instead of the small ones. Phil sat in his doing a little dance for a good 5 mins.

The first few hours of the journey were fine for me but when I looked over at Phil I was a little shocked. He was sat there completely topless, sweating. He looked at me in desperation and mounted at me 'I'm so hot'. Yeah no shit mate.

I told him to ask for AC and as soon as he did, the bus guy turned it on and cool air blasted out. What a relief, Phil was a new man. However he soon put his T-shirt back on to the disappointment of all the ladies on board.

When the bus stopped ‪at midnight‬ for a 15 min break, it was important to take the opportunity to pee. This I have learnt in my years of being a travelling scruffbag. But Phil thought it was finally time to tuck info the Mexican food. Brave of him, I thought, but great that it wasn't going to waste. I made him eat it off the bus though as I could already smell it when he picked up the bag, eurgh. It was all vege tho so I thought it must be fine, just a bit marinaded and old. I was proud that Phil was going to give it a go despite the pure acidic pong that surrounded it.

When I returned from the loo, Phil was sat in the outside eating area and looked a little unhappy. He was looking into the ice cream freezer when I got to him. Then he looked at me and said ‘I don’t want anymore Mexican food. It tastes weird’. It was at this point that I mentioned I'd been surprised he'd wanted it in the first place and he was like 'WHY didn't you say that BEFORE?! WHY did you let me eat it?! It was ROTTEN Jess!'. I started laughing and he bought a caramel ice cream to drown his sorrows and take the taste away.

Back to the night bus, just another 6 hours to go...lets hope Phil doesn’t shit himself from the rotten Mexican food eh.

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podrickpaynest · 5 years ago

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@ avocadotoastinspace

this is like... this is basically rocket fuel for my rambling. i want to talk about it so often but i never do because i assume no one would care, so thank you so much for the opportunity. it's going to be long and i'm so sorry in advance, you can fully ignore me - but still thank you for giving me an excuse to write about this.

(I'm including the dates, because they set a telling pattern.)

14.06.2019 - I casually went to see that allegedly nice Elton John biopic with my friend from work. I haven't seen trailers. I didn't care much about Elton John. We had the very best seats in the entire theatre, which I thought was a nice touch. You know, not expecting ANYTHING. The rest is history. I knew I want to re-watch this at the point of Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting sequence. I remember leaving the cinema with my face hurting from smiling (I had this stupid deeply satisfied I-just-fell-in-love grin through the whole movie, probably, with some breaks for deep despair) and telling my friend jokingly: Shit, I need to see it like ten more times before they take it off. I knew NOTHING.

17.06.2019 - I already knew I'm going to re-watch Rocketman very soon, since I wanted to show the film to my best friend. That day was quite hectic at work and I was a little bit feverish, and I felt miserable, and I really didn't want to get back home to be all alone, and by God, I MISSED that movie already. After work I lied to myself a bit that I'm taking different route home just because I missed the bus and I didn't want to wait for the next one - the fact I was going past a small local cinema on my way was a complete accident, of course. I bought my ticket, waited for about an hour; I was one of the very few people attending that screening - just a small group of 20-something girls and two slightly older ladies I think? Trust me, watching Rocketman while breaking a fever?? I felt literally hugged by this film; immersed in it completely, my head hurt and my heart hurt, and it was so lovely. When I admitted at work to my colleagues next day that I've already re-watched it (since someone asked me would I recommend it), one of them went like: Aw, and you didn't tell me? i want to see it so much but my borfriend doesn't want to go with me and I don't have anyone to go with, and I answered by But that's not a problem at all, just tell me when.

20.06.2019 - Thursday after work it was. I remember that friend leaning to my ear during Saturday Night's Alright scene and whispering It is so great, as she apparently fell utterly in love in the same moment. She's seen it three times since and we're discussing it frequently.

22.06.2019 - finally took my best friend to see Rocketman. 25.06.2019 - and she wanted to see it again. 29.06.2019 - and at this point we both just needed to have Rocketman tickets booked to keep us going. 03.07.2019 - needless to say: she loved it too. 08.07.2019 - five times we went together.

Basically what I remember the most from those screenings was:

- the audience got bigger and bigger with every screening.

- people continued to laugh in inappropiate moments. Heterosexual men cursed under their noses at the sex scene sometimes.

- during one of the screenings we bought tickets separatedly and ended up sitting two seats away in the same row. We were hoping no one will fill in those seats and got pissed when we saw someone approaching, but it turned out that was two young gay dudes on a date. Felt actually fair.

- SO MANY GAY DATES

- speaking of which, I live in Poland, right? Probably not the worst but definitely not the easiet country to be an openly non-heteronormative person. Seeing those dates was so important and comforting, and mattered A LOT. The same goes for audience getting bigger in time - this movie had practically no outdoor advertising, hardly anyone heard about it, and that only could mean that people were actually recommending it back and forth. In the country where the government does nothing to protect LGBTQ+ people from bullies? Heart-fucking-warming, I'm telling you.

- but ALSO. Before one screening I noticed two quite threatening looking blokes walking in. They wore this sort of "patriotic" t-shirts and looked in general like those borderline-nazi subculture festering shits in Poland that always appear to protest any sort of pride/rally and yell about sending f*****s (and all minorities) to gas chambers and other lovely stuff like that. I got actually quite nervous because I half expected them to either start giving us trouble right away, or at least once any kind of gay stuff happens on screen. I had my eye on them through half of the movie, and you know what? THEY WERE ON A DATE. No problems from them whatsoever.

- there was always someone overjoyed upon realizing the jean jacket was an actual item of clothing Elton John once wore. Also people going audibly awww when picture of little Reggie is shown.

- a least a couple of girls gasping so audibly when they see what John Reid is doing in front of the fucking pool boys.

- at some point I took a cab to the theatre and my taxi driver played Elton John for me.

- I was freaking out all the time that this is the time when I'm overdoing it, this is the time I don't really need to watch it again and I'll just get bored. Didn't happen once.

10.07.2019 - I realized they are pulling Rocketman out of the cinemas in my city next day. I was unable to attend the very last screening, so I panic!bought a ticket while I was still at work. Now, as much as watching and discussing Rocketman with friends is fun, I think watching it alone has completely different quality to it and I might've enjoyed those two screenings I saw it alone the most. For me the heart and core of the movie is lonelines - I think seeing this movie alone at least once is highly recommendable, and in the theatre full of people at that, and not in home. For me it was incredibly powerful experience, especially knowing I'm kind of saying goodbye to it, at least in the theatre quality. Bonus: almost entire row of older ladies dancing in their seats during Crocodile Rock sequence. I cried about that a little.

30.07.2019 - soooo I went for a short vacation to Czech Republic to see my friends and attend music festival. Hardcore punk music festival, mind you. I tried not to talk about Rocketman too much because my my friends definitely are not Elton John musical type of people, I failed frequently but still I'd like to think I did a good job. After the festival, when I was hanging around Prague with one of my friends - actually the one I consider to be my bestie - he all of the sudden says that maybe we can try to see if they still play Rocketman there. It's not like I haven't checked before going there, right... I tried to protest a little, because I was fairly sure he was offering it only to be a good host, he really wasn't interested. Another thing is: listen, not to sound dramatic but Prague is my Rocketman among the cities. Love of my life. I went once, came back next year, kept going back at least once a year (but generally as often as possible), because I fell in love with it. It's a massive crush. Experiencing those two things together: Prague and Rocketman? Jesus, I can't really start to explain how overwhelmingly wholesome it felt to me. But! I'm getting ahead of myself.

We finally went, me feeling slightly guilty for forcing him in a way. It was a small theatre, very nice and with an old-school feeling: red curtains, red seats, all that. Not that many people in the audience, but it was also one of the last weeks when Rocketman was being screened in the country, so understandable.

I tried not to look to my friend's direction, because I was so scared I'll see him suffering through all the musical sequences - or asleep. THEN I've heard a little bit of snickering from his side when they opened a celebratory champagne in Dick's office. I still refused to look. And then, during Amoreena sequence, when they are going through L.A, my friend leaned in to me and whispered: I love it. Long story short, three days later he messaged me on Facebook: I've watched Rocketman three times and Please send me recommendations of Elton John's live videos and you can't convince me this movie is not a drug now. Bonus from that screening: lady who was weeping her eyes out next to me. She sobbed through entire last therapy scene and I just hope she sometimes feel I love her.

Also, I don't really read subtitles, but I checked a couple of times, and I think Czech subtitles were by far better than Polish ones (there were some ridiculous mistakes in Polish translation).

So here's that. I am truly sorry for rambling like a maniac again, but I'm forever grateful that I could pour that out and re-live it a little bit. Needless to say: I'm also very curious about your experiences and I'd love to read about them if you only have time to share.

#reply #rocketman #avocadotoastinspace #personal #long post #don't mind me

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luxurylives · 5 years ago

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Missing Pieces Part 3

Pairing: Logan x Vanessa Kingsley

Book(s): Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Word Count: 2,000+

Rating: PG

Summary: Logan and Vanessa travel to the east coast.

Author’s Note: The third part to Missing Pieces is here. If some names are unfamiliar, the characters are from Hollywood U and/or High School Story. Pixelberry Studios own the characters.

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @desiree-0816 @leelee10898 @lilyofchoices @emceesynonymroll @client-327

Vanessa stared out the window trying to process everything that had happened the past few days. First, she reunited with her old friend Chelsea McIntyre, second, they met two attractive strangers for a night out, third it turns both of them came with baggage, and fourth she was now traveling across the country with one of them so he can seek the proper care he needs. Anyone else would have run for the hills, however, she stayed by his side, and she could not fathom what motivated her to do so. Vanessa glanced at her phone and turned to Logan who was asleep and listening to music. Chelsea’s words kept coming back to her and she had to admit there was a small part of her that knew she was right; however, Chelsea didn’t have a stellar history with men either. Vanessa’s eyes traveled to Logan’s phone which was sitting in front of him. The screen lit up with an incoming message.

“If I could just…” she whispered to herself and slowly reached over to tap the screen.

“How are you doing today?”

Vanessa felt every hair on her body stand up and reeled her hand back. She turned to the train conductor smiling innocently. Logan opened his eyes and also turned to him.

“We’re fine, smooth ride so far” Vanessa answered cheerfully.

“Wonderful, we’ll be arriving in Birchport, Massachusetts soon” the conductor gave each of them a smile and proceeded to check in with the other passengers.

“Thanks again for doing this Vanessa, I don’t think I could have done this alone”.

Vanessa placed her hand on his thigh and smiled. “Don’t mention it”.

“You said your grandparents live in Birchport?”

“They do…but they’re in Turtle Bay for the summer” Vanessa said. “I wish they didn’t go…we could have stayed with them”.

“Do you think they would be okay with you visiting unannounced and bringing a guy over?”

Vanessa laughed and shook her head, she knew if that happened, they would immediately assume the worse and call her parents. “Well, when you put it that way probably not”.

“I read that there is a bed and breakfast in town that is pretty good, hopefully, we can stay there”.

“We still have to get to Boston too and get you checked into the rehab center” Vanessa said and began stretching her arms. “I can’t believe BeeTrak didn’t have any direct routes from California to Massachusetts”.

“Yea…” Logan’s voice trailed off for a minute, remembering the lie he told Vanessa. She was under the impression that his family knew he was coming and we’re going to get him checked in to this rehab center in Boston. “I was thinking we could catch a bus from Birchport to Boston…or we could try to get a rental car?”

Vanessa thought for a moment and then remembered the car her grandparents had at their house. “Maybe we can drive…we could borrow my grandfather’s car”.

“Hold on…I thought you said they were out of town?”

“I have a key” Vanessa replied. “We’ll stay the night and rest, head to their place in the morning, take the car, and we’re off to Boston”.

Logan smiled, that sound exactly like something that Ellie would have done. His thoughts drifted to the day they came up with the plan to take down the Brotherhood. Ellie’s quick thinking saved the Mercy Park Crew. Logan sighed, wondering where Ellie was now and if she thought about him.

“Hey space cadet, are you there?”

Logan turned back to Vanessa and playfully bumped her shoulder. “Definitely” he leaned in planting a kiss to her cheek.

Once the train reached the station in Birchport, Logan and Vanessa arranged for a taxi to drop them off at the bed and breakfast. After a while, they arrived at a quaint, picturesque canary home with a wrap-around porch with various shrubs and flowers planted at the bottom. Once the taxi parked, Logan and Vanessa paid the driver and got their bags out of the trunk.

“Nice place” Logan said.

“I’ve actually been here before…looks different” Vanessa scoped the property. She remembered her parents brought her here years ago when she graduated high school. They rented out most of the rooms and had a family gathering. Now, it was almost unrecognizable with the new exterior.

“Hopefully they have some space” Logan said as he reached the stairs and opened the door. Vanessa entered first with Logan following close behind. Once inside, they saw a man seated at a desk reading.

“Hello, how can I help you?” the man stood up and set his book down.

“We were hoping you had some rooms available? Just for one night” Logan said.

“Let me check” the man began typing away at the computer. “Room 104 upstairs is available”.

“Does it have separate bedrooms?”

“It does not…”

Logan exchanged a look with Vanessa who shrugged.

“I guess we can take it” Vanessa said.

Logan reached into his back pocket for his wallet and started to pull out some bills. Vanessa got her purse out and placed a hand over his. “I’ll cover it, you got us the train tickets”.

Once they paid, the man handed them their keys. “Alright, I hope you enjoy your stay, my name is Cesar De La Cruz. If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask me or my wife, Althea…”. Shortly a woman joined them from the kitchen wearing an apron and smiled politely at Logan and Vanessa.

“I heard my name? Oh! Guests! Hi, welcome to Birchport” Althea shook hands with them and smiled warmly.

“Thank you, we’re going to get these upstairs” Logan grabbed the bags and headed up the stairs. With Vanessa following close behind.

That night Logan sat in the small living room going over what he had and what his foster parents told him about his family. At least he had two addresses—the hospital and home. She could be at either and possibly with more of his relatives. While he browsed a few more articles he found online about his mother, he noticed Vanessa through the bedroom door which was slightly ajar. Logan looked up, a towel was wrapped around her waist, tight enough to highlight each curve of her frame. Logan swallowed as his eyes drifted lower, the door closed in his face. Logan blinked and looked back at his laptop running his hands through his hair as the blow dryer blared from the other side of the door. After a few moments, Vanessa walked out of the bedroom wearing a short silk white robe, fur slides, and her hair tied into a bun. Logan quietly cleared his throat, trying not to look.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you” Vanessa said.

“About what?” Logan closed the lid to his laptop, giving Vanessa his undivided attention.

“I’ve been thinking…and I want you to be completely, utterly, honest with me”.

Logan felt his heart beating double time. She was on his case—again.

“Marco, Chelsea had told me some things about Javier…he had a picture of some cars and she found a gun..”.

“Cars? Gun?”

“A Devore GT and a Yottsume Halberdier”.

Logan stared at Vanessa blankly, he could feel each gear in his brain turning, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Why would he have pictures of his car? And not just his car—Mona’s car as well. How well did he know Javier? They worked together and hung out occasionally. Logan tried to remember the times they hung out—nothing suspicious came to mind. However, it started to sink in that Logan didn’t really know him that well. “What else did Chelsea say?” Logan asked calmly.

Vanessa shook her and pulled her legs towards her and looked down at the floor. “Nothing, but can you just tell me what is really going on? I cannot deal with being…”.

“Being what?”

Vanessa blinked back her tears and shook her head. “Being used”.

Logan stared at her, noticing the amount hurt and pain washing over her. “Maybe I’m not the one who needs to talk right now”.

Vanessa looked up at him, a tear sliding down her cheek. Logan moved closer to her and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Vanessa, talk to me”.

Vanessa shook her head, hesitating but felt Logan’s touch as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “It started last summer…well a little before that”.

“What happened?”

“James Ashton happened” Vanessa answered. “I had a crush on him for years, we grew up together in Northbridge, our families did business together, ran in the same circles…”.

“What went wrong?”

“James told me he didn’t feel the same way and then fast forward to last summer we ended up sleeping together”.

“Did you date?”

“No…little did I know he was cheating on his girlfriend at the time with me”.

“Vanessa…” Logan frowned and gently rubbed her shoulder.

“I also met Shae and Nikki that same summer, I thought they were my friends but all they did was stab me in the back. They got me drunk and posted pictures and a story on FaceSpace of me stripping in a bar and streaking on the beach” Vanessa turned away from Logan and wiped her eyes.

“What happened?”

“I mean they took it down, but the damage was already done, I lost my internship with the company my Dad had partnered with and soon after they parted ways and it's just been…a mess ever since”.

“Why did they do it?”

“Their parents worked for my father a while back and he…he had made some bad business dealings and caused their parents to lose their jobs…I guess they targeted me to get back at him”.

Logan rubbed her shoulder as Vanessa began to cry softly. A small part of him felt for her, especially with the way he was stringing her along. “Vanessa, look at me,” Logan said and gently placed his palm on her cheek.

Vanessa turned to look at him, leaning into his warm touch, his deep brown eyes staring back at her.

“You don’t worry about me hurting you”.

A small smile appeared on Vanessa’s face. Logan wiped her tears away and pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. “I don’t want to see you cry either”.

“Thank you” Vanessa said. She placed her hand atop of his, her heart racing.

Logan smiled and pulled her closer to him and hugged her tightly. As they separated, Vanessa rested her head on his shoulder and Logan put his arm around her. After a while, they drifted off to sleep to the sound of each other’s heartbeat.

Logan woke up early the next morning to the distant sound of his phone vibrating. Vanessa was still snuggled up against him and the sun was rising in Birchport. Logan quietly separated himself from her and tip-toed over to his phone. “Hello?”

“Hey! How’s it going?”

“Tell him I said hi”

Logan lowered the phone staring at the number, not recognizing it. “Who is this?”

Laughter arose on the other end of the line. “Logan, it’s me, Ximena, and Toby is here too”.

Logan felt his heart stop and relief washed over him. “Sorry, I didn’t…it’s been a while”.

“Damn right! Put him on speaker!” Toby called from the background.

Logan lowered the volume and crept into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw Ximena and Toby, it had been months.

“How did you guys track me down?”

“Well, that is part of the reason we are calling…she’s here”.

Logan felt his heart stop and every hair on his body standing. “Wait…are you…”.

There was silence on the other end of the line and then a soft, innocent voice spoke. “Hey, Logan”.

Logan nearly dropped the phone and ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t believe it, after all this time…it was her. He felt his eyes watering and his heart racing, once he calmed down, he spoke, “Hey Troublemaker”.

#rodaw #ride or die #choices rod #choices fanfic #choices stories you play #rodaw reblog mar #choices fanfiction #ride or die: a bad boy romance

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fanfic-inator795 · 6 years ago

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RotTMNT Oneshot: So, Two Mutants Are Waiting For a Bus-

(Also on AO3 if you feel like leaving a kudos/comment)

Plot: They may have had completely different lives, but they still met the same fate. As someone who had managed to just recently find his way to the brighter side of living life as a mutant, Bullhop decides to give a bit of advice to the worm man sitting next to him, whether he wants it or not.

((Another fic I've been wanting to write for a while. Gotta love those character parallels ^v^ Enjoy!))

The night he mutated, Stanley hadn’t managed to grab much from his apartment in his panic. He’d already knocked over several trash cans and mailboxes on the way there, alarming people enough to start screaming for police. The sirens in the distance didn’t exactly lower his anxiety levels either. So, he just grabbed some clothes and undergarments from his dresser, not caring if they would still fit him, some leftovers and cans of food, and his spare change jar. He knew none of it wouldn’t last him very long, but at least it was something.

This time, however, packing his belongings had been much less stressful. ...Mostly because he didn’t have as much. Donatello had given him a homemade smartphone at the beginning of Bullhop Appreciation Day, and using that along with some money the turtles had scrounge up for him, he bought a bus ticket that would take him on a seventy-two hour drive straight to Etobicoke. Afterwards, he grabbed a few things from his tent before digging up a couple more coats and blankets (as well as a new hat and some shoes) from various dumpsters. He had smiled when he was able to find ones that just barely managed to fit his new physique, calling it a lucky break, or perhaps fate itself providing a sign that he was on the right path.

With everything he cared to take with him folded up and placed in a tote bag (save for one thing, which he kept hidden under his coat), Stanley - or Bullhop, as he was enjoying being called now - made his way to the bus station, managing to get there without knocking too much over. Though, he did accidentally dent one car but he left a note so, it was probably fine.

Sighing, Bullhop sat down on the bench, making sure to adjust his hat so it hid his horns. He still had about half an hour to wait, and since he wanted to save his phone battery for the trip, he resigned himself to just sitting and waiting. There were things he wanted to think about anyway, like how he was going pitch his ‘mutant ballet’ idea. What would his first show be? Maybe some sort of mutant version of Swan Lake? That could be a crowd pleaser! Or maybe-

The sudden coo of a bird followed by a loud yelp was enough to bring Bullhop out of his brief brainstorming session. “Oh for the love of-! How many of you am I going to have to barbeque before you feather-brains learn to take! A! HINT!” He turned just in time to blinded by a bright light.

Bullhop cringed, quickly covering his eyes. The pigeon screeched, flapping away as the smell of smoke filled the night air. “And STAY AWAY! You pest!” a man shouted after it. Daring to risk a peek, Bullhop slowly moved his hands away from his face.

Standing just outside of the station’s light, Bullhop could see a small figure - REALLY small! - with what looked like a big head and an even bigger fist that was still glowing slightly. “Whoa… That’s some bird zapper you’ve got there.”

The figure scoffed. “It does more than just zap birds, moron.”

“Oh… So, I guess the bird zapping is a bonus then? Heh…” Even in the dark, Bullhop could tell the small man was scowling back at his awkward smile. “Sorry… You okay?”

“I’ll be fine ,” the man insisted as he started walking - no, crawling towards the bus stop bench, dragging his giant fist behind him, “Once I get back to my apartment and get some shuteye…” Yet another awful day had come and gone for him… First his latest plan for destroying his teenage enemies was deemed a failure by his teammates, all of them refusing to even give it a chance. Then his so-called allies simply talked over him during their brainstorming session (because apparently their plans were sooooo much better!), leaving him rejected and aggravated once again. For the cherry on the horrible day sundae, he had begun craving his favorite Chinatown restaurant late in the afternoon, deciding he deserved a bit of a treat. Unfortunately, the place didn’t deliver, nor was it near any bus stops. He was ignored by taxis, and by the time he traveled through the various obstacles of New York, the restaurant was closed.

‘And now,’ he thought to himself, ‘I have to make small-talk with this bozo. Great. Juuuust great…’ As he got closer, Bullhop couldn’t help but gape a bit at the sight of him. Even after seeing plenty of mutants at Big Mama’s gala, he was still a bit shocked by something so drastic.

The man in front of him was a worm. A literal worm! With a purple jacket and poofy, well coiffed blonde hair that seemed sort of familiar, but Bullhop couldn’t quite place it. The worm narrowed his green eyes. “And what are you looking at, kid?”

“N-Nothing!” Bullhop replied, quickly looking away, “Just, uh… So, you uh… You got mutated too, eh?”

“Gee, what was your first clue?” the worm retorted as he crouched down slightly. With one mighty jump, he was able to hop onto bench. He also squished himself in the process, thanks to the giant fist, which Bullhop could now see was in actuality a metal gauntlet. But the worm recovered before Bullhop could even offer to help get it off him.

“Right… Well, uh- Just, hang in there, buddy.”

“...” The worm turned to give him an incredulous stare. Bullhop winced. Okay, yep, definitely poor choice of words. “‘Hang in there’? HANG IN THERE?! Are you serious?! We’re both mutated freaks and all you can say is ‘hang in there’?!”

“I’m sorry!” Bullhop said quickly, holding his hands up in defense. The worm didn’t raise his gauntlet, but he sure looked like he wanted to use it. “I-I just meant, I know what it’s like to have rough days, a-and what it’s like to suddenly get turned into a mutant! But it gets better, I promise!”

The worm scoffed, looking away. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, kid… And even if you did, I highly doubt our problems are the same. You got mutated into a huge, strong, muscular bull! And what did I get? I got turned into, into-!” He stopped, gritting his teeth. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. None of it will matter! Not once I get my revenge for what they did to me!”

“Look, I- Wait, ‘they’? And, revenge?” Did he really mean-?

“And when I, Warren Stone, DO finally get my revenge, I’ll be praised as a hero by all the other freaks in this city!” Warren shouted, grinning wickedly, “And then it’ll be those teenage mutant ninja turtles that’ll have their names forgotten!”

“Wait wait WAIT!” Bullhop shouted, waving his hands, “You’ve got it all wrong! The Turtles aren’t the bad guys here, they-” He blinked. “...Wait, you’re Warren Stone? I was wondering what happened to you, but I just thought you retired or-”

“SEE?!” Warren screamed suddenly, making the bull flinch once more (and this time, nearly taking the whole back of the bench down with him). “This is what I mean?! I’ve been FORGOTTEN! Disgraced! Turned into a WORM that no one can even recognize! AND IT’S ALL THOSE STINKIN’ TURTLES’ FAULT!!!”

The worm’s voiced echoed through the nearly empty bus station. A worker behind the ticket counter glanced up from her magazine and a homeless gentleman a few benches back stirred a bit, but other than that, it would seem his only audience was the shocked bull sitting beside him.

“...You’re wrong,” Bullhop began, “And, I know that’s not what you want to hear right now but, I’m also not gonna just sit here and let you insult my friends.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “Friends?! But they’re the ones who-!”

“It wasn’t their fault!” Bullhop insisted, “The things that mutated us are the mosquitos! And one night, a whole bunch of them showed up to my hotel! Er, well, not really my hotel but… But it felt like mine in a way, you know.” Smiling softly, Bullhop reached into his coat and took out his Bellhop of the Month plaque. It was one of two things, the other being his tattered uniform, that he had decided to keep from his old life. Just because he was starting fresh didn’t mean he had to leave everything behind.

Warren stretched up a bit to get a good look at the plaque. “...That’s a really bad picture,” he stated.

“I wasn’t ready for the flash. Anyway, the Turtles showed up and tried to catch all the mosquitoes before they could bite anyone, and- well…”

“Aaaand they screwed up,” Warren finished for him, his expression now flat, “Because they’re idiots.”

Bullhop scowled. “Hey, they may not be the brightest guys, or even the most observant, but they’re not idiots. And they really did try to do their job, it just wasn’t enough. But, because of their mistake, my life was changed forever. I went from being the best bellhop in town to being a big, clumsy bull that couldn’t even take two steps without tripping all over himself or wrecking something.”

But despite this unfortunate fact, he still smiled as he thought about the past couple weeks. “But then, weeks later, the Turtles found me again, and they… They wanted to help me. To make up for their mistake, and to help me get back up on my feet. And they were so nice, without wanting anything in return! They let me stay with them, gave me food, introduced me this really cool dance game which, somehow, gave me both great dance skills AND confidence! And I was someone who had NEVER danced before! But now, well, I don’t want to brag but-” Seeing the glare Warren was giving him, Bullhop decided to just get to his point.

“Yeah, they sorta messed up my life but, but they also cared enough to help me find a new one! And now I’m going back home to Canada! I’m going to dance and find my own stage and, heh, and just not care if I end up stumbling all over it! Because I’m happy now, even as a bull, and I’m sure if you just-” Warren growled, suddenly turning away again. “...A-And I’m sure if you just asked them, they’d help you find a new life too? And, um, help you become happy with… being a mutant?” Bullhop winced again. Not exactly the most inspiring way to end a speech, and he didn’t need to see the worm’s face to know it.

“Wow,” Warren said quietly after a moment, scoffing, “You really don’t know anything, do you, kid? I don’t want another life, I want my life! My OLD life! You were some nobody working in a hotel, I was a somebody! The face of a city! The guy who brought people the news! The handsomest newscaster on local tv! You’ve never won an award like that! You’ve never been on tv or been famous enough to be recognized on the street! You DEFINITELY don’t know what it’s like to suddenly only be a few inches tall! You-! You-!” His tiny body was practically shaking with rage. “You’re not even from this country so what do you know?!”

“WHOA! Okay,” Bullhop said, glaring fully at the worm now, “Are you REALLY going to go there?”

“Ugh, fine, that last bit was rude, even for a New Yorker,” Warren grumbled. He rubbed his eyes, forcing his anger down somewhat. “But the rest of my points still stand. We might have both lost everything in our lives, but I had a lot harder to fall. So you don’t get to tell me that it’s all going to be okay, not when you and I have clearly had different experiences when it comes to this whole mutant thing.” His glare deepened. “And as for your friends… Hmph, those turtles can try to make up for their ‘mistakes’ all they want, but they’re still a menace. And I’m still going to be the one to take them out once and for all.”

“...Have you ever considered podcasts?”

Warren blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Podcasts,” Bullhop repeated, “I mean, I know it’s hard for you to get a job on tv now but, with a podcast, no one would know you were a worm, if that’s what you wanted. And if you didn’t mind people knowing, you could make that part of your gimmick. Help you stand out, you know?”

Warren just gave him another flat stare. “I used to be on tv. Podcasts are beneath me.”

“I dunno,” Bullhop shrugged, “A lot of podcasters get pretty famous.” A cold silence fell between them. One of the old lights above flickered as an oozesquito bumped into it. Bullhop watched it, not too worried. You couldn’t get mutated twice, right? The thing looked like it was at the end of its life anyway, just bumping into a bright, harsh light over and over.

Warren watched it too. Thinking about it, he did recall the feeling of something pinching that fateful day… But those turtles had still been around too. They had to be related to the oozesquitos somehow, they just had to! Maybe the purple one created them or, or maybe they released them onto the city as a prank and only started trying to wrangle them up when they got bored with the results. Whatever the reason, it had to be something. It just had to be!

Still, he wondered as he watched the bug above, out of all the millions of people in the city, why did it have to bite him? Why did it have to change him?

“I get why you hate them,” Bullhop started again, “I hated them too… But they really are good guys trying their best. And I mean, they are younger than both of us so… I feel like we could cut them a bit of slack. Teenagers don’t really deserve to get destroyed for dumb teen mistakes, even ones as big as this.” He paused for a moment as a thought crossed his mind. “So what did they say?”

“What?” Warren asked, looking back up at him.

“When you told them that they were responsible to what happened to you. What did they say?”

Warren huffed. “Those punks don’t listen when I threaten them and explain my plans. I’m lucky if I can even get them to remember my name!”

Bullhop blinked slowly. “...So they don’t know.”

“...If they don’t listen to threats and screaming,” Warren countered, glaring once again - though by this point, he hardly had any energy left to make it effective, “What makes you think they’ll listen if I tell them that they’re the reason I’m like this and that they should ‘be good guys’ and help me find my new purpose or whatever?”

The bull shrugged. “You never know if you don’t try, and maybe if they saw you less as an enemy-”

“ Greatest enemy.”

“-Greatest enemy and more as just a fellow mutant that need help, they wouldn’t ignore you.”

“I highly doubt that,” he sneered. It was just as Warren thought, this guy had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. And even if he was right, Warren was certainly not about to go crawling to his enemies and beg for their help.

His life was sad enough as is.

Speaking of which- His empty stomach growled as he placed a hand on it. Warren took a moment to think. He was pretty sure he still had some leftovers in his fridge, though he couldn’t remember how old they were. Maybe if he could sneak into his landlord’s office and grab some of his bread-

“Here.” “Huh?” Suddenly, a package of turkey jerky was placed in front of him. “I know it’s not the greatest but uh, I figured I probably shouldn’t eat beef jerky anymore,” he heard Bullhop explain. He had been saving it for the bus ride, hoping to make it stretch till their first rest stop but- “You can have some if you want. And uh, I’ve got some cheese-flavored potato chips too.”

Warren was silent for a moment. “You can keep the jerky,” he finally replied, “But I’ll take some of the chips.” Bullhop handed him the entire bag.

It wasn’t long before the bus Bullhop had been waiting for came rolling towards them. “By the way,” he said, a pleasant smile back on his face, “The name’s Stanley, but my friends call me Bullhop. If you’re ever heading up north for whatever reason and need a place to stay, call me up, eh?”

“...Seriously? Bullhop?” Warren shook his head. “And you used to be a bellhop. Just… Wow.”

“Hey, it works.” And if it really was going to be his new name for the rest of his life… Well, Stanley was just fine with that.

The air became a bit smokey once again as the old bus pulled up. Warren watched as Bullhop boarded, tripping on the steps and nearly taking the whole door off. It almost made him chuckle.

“Good luck, kid,” he mumbled, “You’re going to need it…”

Once it was clear no one else was going to board, the bus drove away, leaving Warren all alone once more. His eyes glanced back up at the light, but found no oozesquito. Instead it was lying flat on its back, dead on the ground with the bright green ooze within it now dark.

Warren narrowed his eyes as his tiny hands crumbled up the chip bag. It didn’t matter if he had lost everything… He would make sure to repay those annoying turtles in full. Ruin their lives before destroying them slowly and painfully. Maybe it wouldn’t turn him back into a handsome human newscaster and give him back his fans, but it would still be satisfying. It would still be a victory of sorts, and that would be enough.

The Bullhops of the city could let themselves become content with their new freakish lives, but Warren Stone was going to fight! He clenched his mystically-enhanced fist tightly, smirking at the burning power he felt within it. He focused on its power and warmth, which allowed him to also ignore the chilly evening wind that was starting to come in..

Yes… Bullhop may have found his own path with dance games and trips back home, but this. THIS was Warren’s path, he was sure of it. It was his new purpose in life, and he was going to reach his victory and destroy his reptilian foes, one way or another…

THE END

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #warren stone #bullhop #fanfiction #oneshot #my writing #once again I'm that person in the fandom that writes about the minor characters it would seem. lol

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 6 years ago

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25 Days of Ficmas - Day 18

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Bodhi Rook x Reader, Gender Neutral, Modern AU

Prompt: Snowed in at the Airport Christmas Eve

A/N: This became waaaaay longer then I meant it to be. Fuck it. It’s 2019. This is going to be the year of self care and self indulgence. I deserve it. I’m going to finish this if it kills me.

Word Count: 2.1 K

You were convinced airports existed on a plain of reality separate from the rest of the world. Nothing felt real in an airport. You weren’t in whatever city your ticket said you were in; you were in an airport. Each one might have different names or have different labels on their coffee shops, but until you stepped outside and were in a taxi or bus taking you back into the world, you were undeniably, still in an airport. Which made being stuck in the one due to weather conditions land somewhere between the surreal and hell.

“I’m truly sorry,” the attendant said. “No flights are leaving until tomorrow. We have already rescheduled your flight and will gladly give you a voucher for a hotel in the area. We can also put your name down for a taxi, but, there’s nothing else we can do.”

You nodded in understanding, even as your stomach sank. “It’s alright,” you said, giving a halfhearted smile. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

You walked away from the kiosk only half hearing the same speech being giving to the family right behind you.

It was clear by the looks on everyone’s face there was a misery to go around. Traveling on Christmas Eve was never advised, but it was the only time you could get off and now you were going to spend that time sitting in a café with overpriced coffee, and bad Wi-Fi hoping for the snow to die down just long enough to get to an overcrowded hotel.

You knew there was no point in being angry. The airlines couldn’t control the weather, and you could only imagine the amount of crap they were getting from other passengers. You were just tired. Your plans for a quiet, relaxing Christmas after what felt like a year of nonstop pressure were thoroughly dashed. All you wanted to do now, was curl up somewhere and go to sleep.

You decided some tea would be preferable to coffee under these circumstances and waited patiently for your drink at the end of the bar.

It was exceedingly busy, but soon enough you had your drink in hand. The paper cup felt warm and comforting in your hand. You could already feel your mood beginning to improve. As you turned to find a place to sit, however, you suddenly found yourself slammed up against another body.

“Shit!” you swore as scorching tea splashed all over your hand and part of your arm. You dropped the cup to the floor, barely registering your now wet shoes. It really hurt. You could see your skin turning pink where the tea made contact.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry.”

You looked up to see the man you had ran into. His expression was all apology with large brown eyes which couldn’t help but to be sincere. You wanted to wave it off as no big deal, but the accumulation of every bad thing that had happened to you that day was starting to build behind your eyes until you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You started to cry.

The man expression shifted to mild panic, but it faded as quickly as it appeared.

“Hey, it will be alright,” he said, in a calm voice. “They’ve got some first aid in the back. We’ll get that hand looked at.” He then looked up to the barista. “Could you make another tea please? I’ll pay for it.”

You didn’t have it in you to fight him on it as he guided you to one of the tables. By the time the barista came back out with some cooling gel and your tea, you had gotten a hold of yourself just enough to feel nothing but embarrassment for your actions.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, wiping the last of your tears away. “I’m not normally like this, I promise.”

“It’s been a long day,” he said sympathetically.

You nodded in agreement, finally noticing the blue suit he was wearing with gold bands on the cuffs, and a little pilot’s pin on his front pocket.

“It must be worse for you,” you said.

He noticed your gaze and gave a slightly embarrassed shrug. “Not really. At least, I’m still getting paid.”

For the first time that day, you actually laughed. You hadn’t realized how much you needed it.

The pilot’s unease dissipated at the sound, as a small smile came to his lips.

“Where were you going?” he asked. His tone held no forced politeness, rather, an honest curiosity which took you by surprise.

“To my parents,” you said. “It’s been a while since we were able to spend Christmas together.”

“You live here then?”

“No. This was my lay over flight.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, with frown. “Were you at least able to get something for a hotel?”

There was that genuine concern again. A warm feeling spread across your chest. You had to wonder if there was a cynical bone in the man’s body.

“Yes,” you said, “but honestly, I might stay here. Things are going to be so crowded, I feel bad taking a room to myself.”

He gave you a surprised look. For a moment, you thought he was going to try and convince you to go, but the words never left his lips. His eyes flickered from yours to something in the distance and back again. You couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking, but he evidently had come to some sort of decision.

“Follow me,” he said, getting up quickly from the table.

You didn’t have time to question him, as you quickly gathered your things, and came in quick step behind.

You had no idea where you were going. One minute you were on the main walk way down the line of terminals; the next you had entered a side door into a long plain white hallway spotted with the occasional doorway. Everything about it gave the impression you were not supposed to be there. But, the pilot led on, making no signs of stopping before coming to a grey door. The plaque beside it read: Pilot’s Lounge.

You stopped at the opening, your stomach turning with apprehension. You really weren’t supposed to be there.

“It’s really alright,” the pilot insisted, having taken notice of your pause. “Pretty much everyone else has cleared out. You won’t get in trouble. I’ll just say you’re a friend that got stuck. I mean, I might get in trouble, but I don’t mind. But, if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay too. I just thought, you might prefer a couch to sitting up all night. If you want to that is.”

He ended his speech with an awkward hand on his neck. Strangely enough, it only brought you comfort.

“If it’s really alright with you,” you said. “Thank you.”

He smiled in relief, nodding his head as he opened the door.

The lounge wasn’t much to write home about. It felt more like a combination of the green room of your high school theatre and your work break room. There was an old sad, but comfy looking couch in the corner. A TV opposite a couple of big chairs. A table and coffee maker in the corner and a couple of filing cabinets along the walls. The most notable thing about it were the large floor to ceiling windows along one of the walls looking out onto the runway. The lights were still on illuminating the large white flakes of snow coming down from the sky. You could understand now why all planes were grounded. But, the beauty of it could not escape your notice.

“Is this alright,” the pilot asked, pulling you back to the room.

“More than alright,” you answered.

Again, that same relieved smile came to his features. He really didn’t seem like any pilot movies and books told you about. You were always under the impression they were all cocky alpha males with their head in the clouds. This pilot felt exactly the opposite.

“What’s your name?” you asked, suddenly realizing you’d only been calling him “pilot”.

“Oh,” he said, as if realizing it himself. “I’m Bodhi, Bodhi Rook.” He stuck out his hand as he said it.

You took it giving a firm shake. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Captain Rook.”

He shifted in his stance giving a more than embarrassed look. “Bodhi is fine. I’m just the co-pilot.”

“First Officer Rook then.”

You were certain if you touched his cheek, you would have burned your hand again. He looked like he was about to combust.

“Sure, if you like.”

There was a small pause and it was only then your remembered, you hadn’t let go of his hand. Feeling your own embarrassment, you dropped it and immediately placed your hand back at your side.

Bodhi appeared to feel it to as he covered the moment with a cough. “You should take the couch,” he said, quickly. “I’ll take the chair.”

“Aren’t you going to a hotel?” you asked, surprised.

He shook his head. “I’ve been sleeping in crowded hotel rooms for three weeks. I don’t mind it usually, but it’s a little much, plus Cassian hasn’t seen Jyn in a while, and I just…yeah.”

You didn’t know who Cassian and Jyn were, but you knew the tone well enough to put two and two together.

“Say no more,” you said, waving it off. “Are you sure you don’t mind? It sounds like you need the sleep more than I do.”

“Trust me, I can sleep just about anywhere. I once passed out while leaning against the cockpit door right after take-off. I didn’t wake up again until the wheels actually hit the ground.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the image of a startled Bodhi being shaken awake by a bouncing several ton airplane.

Bodhi’s own smile was more relaxed, taking some pride in making you laugh, even if it was at his own expense.

The whole situation was feeling more surreal by the moment. You were standing in a snowed in airport on Christmas Eve with a handsome pilot whom you only met less than an hour ago. And yet, you felt more at ease than you did with some of your closest friends. Things like this didn’t happen, but there he was.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked. “Not that I don’t appreciate everything, but, I’m the one that bumped into you. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

Bodhi didn’t say anything for a moment. He glanced down at his shoes, the wall, anything but you. Your only thought was, he didn’t know why either.

“I suppose because you were nice to me,” he said, slowly. “And…I don’t know. I guess I just felt like I should. You just seem…”

He paused, unable to articulate what you were both feeling in that moment. You weren’t sure you could put it into words either. All you knew was it was something only two strangers could feel. An understanding and trust so immediate and irrational, it could only be lived to be believed.

“So do you,” you said, softly.

Neither of you said anything for a long while. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a growing tension in the air. The space between you felt both distant and suffocating. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.

“You should get some sleep,” Bodhi said, finally breaking the silence. “It’s still going to be a long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, automatically. “You’ll still be here in the morning. Right?”

Bodhi nodded as well. The tension was still there, but this time, you knew which direction you were supposed to go.

Carefully, you took a step forward closing the gap between you. Bodhi didn’t move. His eyes gazed down at you, taking in every part of you face as if committing them to memory. Your cheeks became hot under their intensity made worse when his eyes lingered on your lips just a second too long.

He whispered your name softly, his warm breath brushing against your skin. “Do you mind if I…”

He never got a chance to finish his sentence as you pressed your lips against his.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do it. But, in that moment, it was the only thing that felt right.

He kissed you back immediately, meeting you with a tenderness which could only be matched by his touch as his placed his hands on your waist, allowing his fingers to caress lightly your exposed skin.

Things like this didn’t happen. But as you deepened the kiss, the line between what was real and what was a dream blurred. You were on a different plain of reality, separate from the rest of the world. You almost laughed. Maybe things like this could only happen in airports.

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Five - Quito

Our second breakfast in our hotel was great again, eggs, fruit, cereal, the usual. We got up fairly early as we wanted to get the Teleferiqo cable car up the mountain the city was built under. We got a taxi to the bottom and I was getting nervous. Not just because of the long and high cable car but also because we were going up to 4000 metres in altitude, the highest I'd ever been. I wasn't sure how my body was going to react and since this was how high we'd be climbing on the 3-day Quilotoa Loop in a few days it was a sort of test.

We bought our tickets and entered the long queue watching people get into the cabins and travel up. While we were in the queue my imagination ran wild with images of the cabin falling. But if you imagine it that means it won't happen, right?

Soon we were pointed to some yellow circles in a row that was our designated waiting spot until the cabin came around. As soon as we got on to the circle Mike, being the nerd he is, said loudly 'beam me up Scotty'. We were not beamed up though, we hurridly got in to the cabin worrying we wouldn't make it before it started ascending.

We sat in the cabin with two Americans and two Ecuadorians. Mike enjoyed the view while I periodically turned my head to look down then immediately turned back round again. The journey took quite a long time and all our ears popped on the way up.

We disembarked and felt the cool mountain air, after putting on our matching down jackets (we are officially married) we wandered around taking photos and then started walking to the viewpoint. The walk uphill was strenuous and I could really feel my heart pounding and my head getting slightly dizzy. I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't feel ill though. Having made it to the lookout we found a wooden double deck chair so we sat down and enjoyed the view. It was amazing to see a sprawling city right under this huge mountain, we both wondered why they would even build a city there. The scenery is like northern wales on steroids so it's as if Cardiff were in Snowdonia, and bigger! We had a great view of the surrounding mountains too but unfortunately it was slightly cloudy so we couldn't see the largest (currently smoking) volcano in the distance.

Starting to feel cold we continued walking and stumled upon a pair of big swings and so of course had to have the mandatory swing photo. My legs were so short I couldn't start swinging so like a child Mike had to come and push me. After our photos we walked back to the cable car to have our first Ecuadorian hot chocolate (the first of many, I hope!). With a view out to the city we sipped the thick sweet drink, it was amazing and this was just a cheap touristy one. I can't wait to have a famously good one (which I have researched, obviously).

We got the cable car back down the mountain and for some reason going down it was easier to look out and admire the view. Once out we decided to go to the Museo de la Ciudad, a museum I'd read good things about. After buying our tickets a woman proceeded to talk for about 5 minutes in Spanish while we 'Si'd" and nodded like we knew what on earth she was saying. Luckily, there were a lot of hand gestures so we got the jist of where to go and we do know 'banos' so worked out where the toilets were.

We followed the obvious route around the museum learning how the first people came to Quito and how the city was formed. It was a brilliant museum with displays showing what food they first cultivated and what their houses looked like. It even had English translations which we've come to realise aren't common. There were some stranger sections of the museum like the full sized bus experience, which was a room made to look exactly like the inside of a bus. I guess if you've not been on a bus before it might be interesting.

After the museum we headed to the gold church, Iglesia de la Compania de Jesus, which we'd tried to get into multiple times the day before but it was always closed. As we walked in the man said it was free as it was Sunday, we saved 5 dollars each and felt very pleased! You're not allowed to take photos inside the church which is annoying, I don't think God would be oppposed to spreading photos of his house but what do I know. The church was the goldest thing I've ever seen, every inch was gilded. Every inch was also covered in scary baby heads. It was so inticrate and had so many baby heads I don't even know how they began to design it. There were also religious paintings everywhere. I've come to realise I really enjoy a hell painting, of which there seem to be many in Ecuador. These paintings are gruesome, dipicting all the tortures endured in hell and with text beside each one showing what they were for, like murder, adultery or incest. Even the usually serene paintings of Mary have a looming monster in the corner, they're much more interesting.

Having walked a lot it was finally lunch time and we decided to get almuerzo, a daily set menu offered at many local restaurants costing a couple of dollars. We found a greasy spoon looking restaurant that was busy with locals and were quickly given chicken noodle soup followed by even more roasted chicken with rice. I can't believe how much chicken they eat here. I liked the soup better than the chicken, I think because I've eaten so much meat recently, but both courses were delicious. We were also given a thick, sweet drink that I think was made from either sugar cane or corn. I wasn't a fan but Mike liked it.

We wandered around the old town a little more, looking at all the stalls before stumbling on the traditional homemade ice cream I'd read about. It's made in big copper bowls and hand mixed. We bought a coconut cone to share, it was nice but I wouldn't buy it again. You could tell it had been hand mixed. After the ice cream we went back to the hotel to get our bags and get a taxi to our hostel. Unfortunately the voucher we had only covered two nights in Quito so our last night was in a hostel in the new town.

After arriving to the hostel we checked out our pod. Instead of traditional dorms filled wih bunkbeds, the hostel is made up of pods, kind of like bunk beds but that are enclosed with a curtain drawn over the opening. They feel like a cosy little private nook. We had a double pod by a window with a view over the city with the mountains behind and it was perfect.

Having got to the new town earlier than expected we ventured out to find the artisenal market. Wandering down the streets it felt like a completely different city to that of the old town. There were bars and restaurants every block but very few people, maybe because it was a Sunday. The market was good, consisting of small alleys with stalls on either side showing the local wears. It was all aimed at tourists and every stall basically sold the same thing but it was nice to look around. I nearly bought a lot of things but decided to wait as we were only on day 5 and I wasn't 100 percent on anything. We did buy some Ecuadorian chocolate to have in the evening though (as we were still full from lunch and didn't want a full meal).

We walked back to the hostel talking about what we wanted to buy later in the trip. We immediately got into our pod and relaxed. It's felt like we haven't stopped so it was really nice to have a full evening to read, watch a film, watch Tiny House Nation (it's rubbish but brilliant, you should watch!) and then discuss if we could live in a tiny house. Sat in our cosy pod, we obviously decided we could.

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