#and our sleep schedule is horribly messed up. due to the both of them pulling SEVERAL all nighters for the sake of minecraft ??

[cosmiex]

BECAUSE marz and elysia cannot fathom the definition of "break" and "self care", theyre both now in "blog hiatus jail" until they learn the full wikipedia page for THE WORD. "BREAK". /j

[yelenasdog]

talk to me? (spencer reid x fem reader)

genre: fluff 

summary: cold nights and warm coffee can be so compelling.

words: 2.2k 

warnings: mentions of having intrusive thoughts and spence being insecure, reader and spencer sleeping in the same bed. that’s all i can think of, lmk if there’s anything else!

a/n: yo! so uhhh i kinda love the start of this and dislike the end of it, but idk i think it’s still pretty snazzy!! also SPENCER IN GLASSES HAS MY HEART ok bye enjoy!!

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It was the type of cold where no matter how brightly the sun was shining, you could still feel the fresh molecules of coolness linger on your skin, hiding under the tip of your nose. It made horribly irritable little dry patches that would have to be remedied with some form of lotion, but that wouldn’t quite return back to complete normal until the end of the winter time.

But despite this, Y/n and Spencer were out and about, doing their jobs in total normalcy.

Minus being stationed in France, that is.

Although it was rare that the BAU was called overseas, Emily had needed the team’s help, and who would they be to decline a trip to the beautiful France, no less to see Prentiss as well.

So after a grueling day of blood and bad-guys, the pair made their way back to their Parisian hotel room, walking (quite wobbily, Y/n would add) along the cobblestone walkways, both of their boots clicking loudly against the rain coated stones.

It was ironic, as Spencer had attempted to wear his converse, but was denied by a worried Y/n, hearing her say “You’re going to get those things soaked, and you’ll freeze your toes right off, Dr. Reid!”

And as not to disappoint the girl, never wanting to see her mood turn as gloomy as the French sky, he complied begrudgingly. Though Y/n could swear she always saw a hint of a smile at her telling off.

Spencer was also advised by her to wear his contacts, to avoid the fogging up of his readers, but he refused, not wanting to bother with said contacts. He grew to regret that as he walked, every so often and reaching a large hand up to wipe his glasses, almost like the wind shield wipers of the bug that had been driving them around.

He chuckled at the not so distant away memories, thankful for the girl and her requests, as it turned out.

The hotel was far different from the usual dingy motels the team usually occupied when traveling, that was for certain. This one happened to be a master suite with ivory walls and silky sheets, quite opposite from the thin and scratchy yellowed covers they usually made do with.

And even though It was early in the day, the mixture of odd sleep schedules and just the heavy weight of sleepiness pressing down heavily on their shoulders, they opted to go to bed at the oh-so late time of 1:37 PM.

Daredevils, those two are.

Ignoring the first bed by the door, Spencer made a beeline for the plush queen size mattress he knew Y/n and himself would be sharing in an effort to cuddle up for warmth, sinking down into it. (After removing his shoes, of course.)

He was originally donned in just a grey Caltech shirt and some blue pajama pants, but due to the chillier weather (that he couldn’t quite seem to shake despite the thermostat in the hotel room being turned up to 76) he layered on a maroon MIT hoodie, one that he was aware Y/n would try to thieve from him, perhaps even sneaking it back in her own suitcase.

Y/n walked out of the bathroom in pale green shorts and a large and worn Led Zeppelin shirt, earning a very confused stare from Spencer. She simply shook her head and continued on her way over to the large window that was currently projected bright streams of melted gold through the glass, that would have been heated if it wasn’t for that damn cold.

“I get warm when I sleep, it bothers me.”

He nodded, watching intently as she opened and shut the blinds a few times, soft krrrrs and clicks sounding through the room as she did.

“You doing alright?” He asked, his eyeline never faltering. She turned and he picked up his copy of “A Farewell To Arms,” something she had been the one to reccomend to him, ranting on and on about Ernest Hemingway and his precious 6 toed cats. 

It was one of Spencer’s more realistic goals in life to take Y/n back to Key West to visit the Hemingway House, after her having said a childhood trip there was one of her happiest memories.

He quickly flipped to a random page, not wanting her to catch him being what he considered to be creepy, even though Y/n thought it was quite adorable.

She bit back a giggle and a smile, settling on leaving the window half open half closed. She padded over to where Spencer was, laying back onto what she imagined a cloud would feel like.

She reached over, taking the blue colored book from his hands and his thickly rimmed glasses off from where they were resting on his perfect button nose. 

She smiled to herself fondly at the items in her hands, particularly at the novel. She placed them on her bedside table (why hers and not his, Reid wasn’t too sure, but also was not going to complain), and then moved to slide between the slick tightly-tucked sheets.

“Our options were A, not be able to sleep because of Mr. Sun being out right now, or you freezing to death because Mr. Sun was blocked totally by the curtains.”

He looked over at where she had been messing around with the heavy drapes.

“I see you went in between.”

She smiled graciously, which Spencer returned immediately.

“That I did.”

A few more awkward moments of silence (not including the occasional yelling and honking from those riding on motorbikes below) passed, before she finally settled into the sheets.

She turned to the side table to her left and tugged on the chain of the old timey lamp. The room went quiet, but the pair’s minds were anything but.

Y/n’s head was swimming in intrusive thoughts, while Spencer’s was a hazy cloud of self deprecations and his own voice keeping him awake, staring at the painted ceiling.

“Spence?”

“Mmhm?”

“Can you talk to me?”

Spencer’s brows furrowed. He shifted around in the creme sheets of the bed, finding a cold spot quite quickly.

“What do you want me to say?”

Silence.

“Anything.”

She turned over to now be facing the lanky boy, their noses nearly touching. She held her breath, sucking in a bottom lip.

He looked to her eyes, to her lips, and back to her eyes again, quickly gathering a list of things to ramble about.

“Well,” he began, “Paris was originally founded in the 3rd century BC, and was a Roman city called Lutetia, and to prove it, there’s even remains of Roman ruins in the capital. And speaking of monuments, in total, there are 1,803 of them, and 173 museums in Paris alone- Y/n?”

To his surprise, Y/n’’s idea had worked. Spencer looked over to see a sleeping Y/n, a peaceful expression resting upon her features.

He smiled at the idea that he had played some role in that, closing his own eyes. The cloud that was previously keeping him from long awaited slumber was now a light film, nagging at the back of his head quietly. 

He simply told the voice to quiet down and was then able to lull himself to sleep, Y/n’s presence calming him to no end.

It wasn’t until 8 hours later that they had woken up, first Spencer, followed by Y/n. She peeked open her eyes, pleasantly surprised by the lack of light shining through the curtains. 

She wiggled around, stretching from her neck down to her toes. Spencer smiled at this, finding her resemblance to a cat who had been sunnapping, quite endearing.

She moved to her side, placing a hand under her chin to get a better look at the Doctor who was nearly finished reading her copy of “A Farewell to Arms”.

“Did you at least mark my spot?” She asked, voice raspy from sleep.

He scoffed, flipping to and then showing her the bookmarked page of the story.

“What do you think I am, a monster?”

She chuckled, sitting up next to Spencer.

“I mean, I don’t know, sometimes it seems like it”.

He rolled his eyes, setting down the read and hopping out of bed.

“What are you doing, Spence?” She asked, not amused in the slightest by the idea of having to get out of bed.

“We are going to get coffee.”

She shook her head of messy hair, the wispy bits flowing around her like a halo in the hotel room lighting.

“You can go get us coffee and bring it right back over here, alright? Thanks, you’re a doll.”

He did that thin lipped smile that seems to be his equivalent of a smirk, grabbing a hoodie from the inside of his suitcase that was perched on top of a dresser.

“Come on, we’re going on an adventure. Use this and the idea of coffee as an incentive.”

He tossed her the hoodie, the jacket landing by her feet with an audible plop.

She loudly groaned, shrugging it on and pulling herself out of bed. She also managed to tug on some jeans and an overcoat, as well as her boots, shaking her head at Spencer’s lack of preparation for the cold temperatures, as always. 

“Spencer, I am not about to go to this and have you complain about being cold the whole time, put on your coat, please.” She gestured to where it was hanging in the closet with her hand still concealed by her trench coat’s pocket, her eyes shutting and her head lolling to the side.

“If you insist.”

“Yes I do, put it on, lets go.” She said drawing out the “o”.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he lifted his hands in mock surrender. “My apologies, good morning to you too.”

She only rolled her eyes and smiled, opening the door to the room and leading the way.

By the time she had found a coffee shop on Yelp that she had deemed satisfactory, (which was extremely difficult due to the language barrier) the time had passed even later, and the temperature was even lower.

The lights on the streets sparkled, reflecting in the puddles of the water that lined the asphalt. Y/n was quite enchanted by the little light shows, slowing the journey to the shop significantly. Spencer didn’t mind, though, he enjoyed every second he got to spend with her to the absolute fullest, and found her fascination with every part of life inspiring.

When they finally reached the quaint little coffee shop, they walked inside, finding refuge in the warmth of the establishment.

Spencer ordered for them, and Y/n found a table (as that’s what they always did, taking turns between ordering and scouting a place to sit).

She located a cozy little corner by a window, a perfect place to observe those who bustled about at night, watching them and coming up with back stories, whatever they may be.

She enjoyed doing that, it made her believe she had a better understanding of the world around her, why those she works on catching every day behave in the manner they do.

And what better place to do so than Paris?

So she flagged Reid (who now was in possession of the two drinks) over, taking hers from his hand. 

“Latte with two creams and 4 sugars for the lady.”

She smiled graciously, allowing the heat of the cup to spread through her system.

“And what did you get? Let me guess, a shot of espresso with 12 sugars?”

Spencer rolled his eyes, not wanting to admit she was more correct than he had hoped.

“Ha ha, very funny, Y/n.”

She smiled over her small mug, quirking a brow.

“Oh, I know.”

He shook his head and glanced out the window with a low chuckle, watching as people from all walks of life went about their business, some with dogs, some with children, some of them even walking along with a cup of coffee in their hands, similarly to Spencer and Y/n. Some of them, in fact, had all three.

As the two sat observing, sipping away at their respective concoctions, Y/n spoke up, her voice soft, although considering they were the only two in the shop, it didn’t need to be.

“Spence?”

“Hmm?”

Only then did she tear her glance away from those on the street, her full focus now on Reid. She admired his bone structure, in awe over the way the soft light reflected off his strong jaw and high cheeks. At that moment, he looked like he belonged in the Louvre.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” He finally looked towards her, his hand never moving from where it was positioned under his chin.

She simply shrugged, wrapping her coat tighter around herself.

He darted his eyes to the table and then her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Well, you’re welcome, I guess.”

She smiled and nodded at once, satisfied with his response.

While she looked out the window once more, she began to wonder about those around her. If they felt the same strong emotions that she did, if they held the same hope and desire for the future that she did.

And as she took another sip from her drink, closing her eyes and slowly was drifting off with the sounds of the city, she could only hope that they did.

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i hope u enjoyed that bc i feel like the imagery in the first paragraph was immaculate 😁 also! i ask that in the reblogs no cussing (and on my blog now in general) is used for personal reasons :) kk luv u bye bb! go take an electronics break and drink some water+ eat some protien (cashews, cheese, whatever ur feeling!)

xx hj 

[goth-girlfriend]

hi! can i ask for a matchup with a male character pls? i’m a soft 🥺🥺 girl and the baby in my friend groups, kinda shy at first & may look like a snob because i’m not sure if they’re saying hi to me or the person behind me 👉👈 but i open up really quickly if u decide u want to be friends, i’m chill and relaxed but i’m also down to do anything, i usually match my vibe with the people i’m with, quiet night in? i’m down! wanna impulsively do something at 3 am? i’m in! i’m naturally clingy and

(2/2) affectionate since my love languages are physical touch and quality time, which can lead to many people mistaking my platonic actions (hugs, handholding, head on your shoulder) as flirting when i’m just expressing my love for my friends 🥺🥺, i’m a procrastinator but i also plan my day in an organized manner so idk how i’m still cramming my deadlines, i love doing yoga, reading, painting and calligraphy, i’m a horrible cook oops but it somehow ends up good and edible in the end :))

(( I used the name Patricia, since it’s your username 😅))

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Shoji

(Sorry,I couldn’t find a great picture, but much love ❤️ for our good octo-boi)

Shoji, does not see you as a snob or anything....mostly because he didn’t look down the first time he ‘met’ you, didn’t even see you in fact.

The second time he meets you, he realizes he likes the soft shy nature. So he tries to strike up a conversation, apparently this man knows no fear, at least when it comes to talk to new people.

Mezo, loves how you can match his mode at almost any given instant, but, he loves it even more when you tell him, what you really want.

Not everyone agrees but, I feel like this boy is lacking in the physical affection area due to insecurities.... SO! It’s the moment you start to snuggle into his side under his arms, hugging his arm/s (True lovers will take the challenge to hug all three), hugging his waist and pressing your cheek into his chest. He will hold you in the tightest embrace and make sure no one will ever hurt the thing he holds closest to him.

Ever felt self conscious? He will crush those insecurities the way he crushes weight lifting. No body makes his girl cry, and if they do, he’s not going to hurt them...bad.

So how did you go from friends to dating? Well, it was the moment your platonic actions made him realize. “......This, it’s nice being the one who’s held, and not holding someone else.” Struck a heart string for him.

Alone it wasn’t just the soft and intimate touches, it was the small things, when you sat by his side, dropped your head against his shoulder, took a hand between both of yours and talked about your day, all the good, bad, lunch, anything, he loved your voice and hearing you be open. He loved how you complained sometimes that you did everything by the schedule, but still, somehow somewhere time slipped away form you. But he realized he loved it more when you cared enough to ask him about his day, and his feelings.

Admires the works of art you create, loves watching you sketch and paint creating something beautiful out of nothing. Cooking? He worries a bit when he sees you struggling, and wants to help, but doesn’t want you to feel insecure. So he sits back and encumourgaes you with words, praying to whoever is listening that it’ll be good. When things get a bit serious, he’ll try to slyly help you, and you’ll accept it because what’s more romantic then cooking with your boyfriend?

Shoji, loves you deeply, seeks out your soft touches and hushed whispers, will gladly hold you on his chest while he lays back on his bed, even though he knows he should approve of your procrastination.

“Hey! Shoji!” Patricia whispered screamed while knocking his door.

The sound of shuffling was heard and soon she came face to chest with the white haired male that had come to be her friend.

“I need help,” she entered his room as he stepped aside letting her in, “Momo wants me to study more but I can’t! I’m tired.” She plopped down on a cushion she had left in his room the other night when she brought tea.

He simply nodded and closed the door, “I won’t hide you for long, just a break.”

It was a lie, the afternoon turned late, followed by early night, and here they were talking in whispers about something that happened in Patricia’s past.

“It was embarrassing! I literally blew snot on my crush, he didn’t even talk to me or look at me! Luckily my crush didn’t last more than two weeks so I got over it quick.”

Patricia turned onto her left side to face Shoji, he was laying on his back, head turned to look at her. His left arms supporting his head and tight arms stretch out. Patricia lowered her head to rest on his shoulder and sighed, content and smiled. “Shoji, you probably know this already but you are the best.”

Her left arm stayed tucked by her side as her right arm hugged his broad chest, his free arms coming to hold her waist and shoulders pulling her closer.

“You’re the only one to tell me.” He said still looking down at her.

“Well, I’ll just have to say it more then.” She tried to squeeze him failing due to his hardened muscular structure.

“Maybe I should work out.” She mumbled looking down at her tummy, it wasn’t a models body, but to Shoji? It belonged to the most beautiful lady he’s met so far in his life, (mom excluded for survival reasons.)

“I think you’re beautiful,” the mouth moved before he realized what he was going to say out loud.

Patricia felt the heat in her cheeks, sure she’d been complimented before but this felt, different, she closed her eyes and smiled, “Thank you Shoji, I think you’re quite handsome.”

He quickly turned his face the other way glad his mask covered majority of his face.

You laid there, wiggling your way closer to his side taking his warmth, but truth be told, without you, he’d feel just as cold as he did before. Maybe now would be the time to tell you, how madly I love he thinks he is in with you. To tell you how he loves watching you mumble into his chest when you sleep on him when he’s at your dorm watching a movie up at three in the morning when you have early classes the next day. The way he ties your hair back when your painting your best or writing your finest print. The way your brows furrow as you mix ingredients, and then how your eyes widen and you blush’s heepishky realizing you may have messed up. How even when your booked all day, you procrastinate and use that time to busy up his free time.

“Let’s get you to your dorm before you fall asleep.” Was all he said as he lifted you and himself.

Carrying anyone bridal style was a simple task, the man could carry the hero endeavor on one side and all might on the other, people often forget with one side he can life a thousand pounds easy. But, you always felt a bit self conscious, but when would your weight ever compare to 1000 pounds? Even if you did, he’d do everything he could to make sure you love yourself.

Making it to your room, he took your kept and opened the door. Once inside he was hit with the wave of a familiar scent. It was the smell of faint sweets and mint. It wasn’t strong, just noticeable. He walked in you yawned in his arms. You gave his neck a tight hug and thanked him for what did. He simply nodded, not liking the reaction you grabbed his neck and pulled him down into you.

He quickly readjusted so his weight wouldn’t crush you, here he was, laying on his back having forced you into his chest, he held you safe with all his arms, you yawned resting your head on his cheek. “Don’t go Mezo.”

He sighed and squeezed you, “I shouldn’t spend the night.”

“Please?” You yawned again.

He tried to fight but he couldn’t, “once.”

Fell asleep on his chest, but woke up in panic when he turned to his side, you almost fell of the bed, but he caught you. He pulled you into his chest now chest to chest on your sides you held him, your eyes held lidded as you wanted to stay awake but sleep was much better.

“I should tell you something.” His voice was low and smooth.

“Mhmm,” you hummed enjoying his voice.

“I think, I’ve grown emotionally attracted to you.”

You didn’t process it to easy, emotionally attached? Oooo big words, big guy makes sense. The problem with being half weak, was that you didn’t process it. But your lips moved on their own as you pushed you self up to get level with him, kissing his cheek you nuzzled his clothed cheek, “Shoji I have confession.”

“I think I love you.” Patricia mumbled and continued to try and get closer to the boy.

He let out a single laughed and squeezed her closer, “Well talk when your awake.”

“Mkay, Good night Shoji, love you.” You yawned, and let your eyes close still catching his faint whispered into the darkness as his chin rested on your head, “Good night, I..... love you.”

Your heart warmed up at his soft whispered and you smield feeling yourself finally sleep, so soft, so sweet.

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I hope you like it 🖤

Thank you for the request and being patient with me lol.

My ask box is open, and Anon is on. Remember to stay hydrated, and stay caught up with work!

Love to everyone 💛 Stay safe!

[aurora-nuova]

Rude Love

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Naruto  

Universe: Modern AU

Relationships:

Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara (main)

Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito (side)

Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama, Senju Itama, Uzumaki Mito

@madatobiweek Week 4: There was only one bed OR Not realizing they are already dating

Summary: 

Summer sun, cool waves, a beautiful beach. Nothing could go wrong on this long awaited, blessed holiday to the sea, right? W r o n g!

Madara should’ve just pushed his best friend off of that cliff they had been playing on as kids when he had the chance.

Read on AO3

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Chapter 01: Something new

Madara startled awake with a curse on his lips when a cheering Hashirama‘s elbow hit the pillow his head had been resting upon but momentarily got distracted by a female speaker announcement.

“—and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and your seatbelt is securely fastened—”

Ah, apparently it was time for their airplane to land. And surely, looking out of the window confirmed it as no clouds were greeting him. Instead, the ground was rapidly closing in on them. 

Turning his head away from the window, he threw Mito—who was sitting on Hashirama‘s right— a tired but bemused look that she promptly returned when her husband started making quiet hooting noises at the bumpy arrival at their destination.

What a child, he thought fondly as he acknowledged a warm feeling making its way through his body. Though such mushy thoughts were only allowed in the privacy of his mind and were never to be discussed out loud or lest he got made fun of by Izuna or his other siblings.

Looking at his best friend, he sometimes wished he had half as much, well, or maybe only a third of his positivity. At least on his good days.

Though, on second thought, it sounded rather exhausting.

Maybe his slightly more realistic approach to life wasn‘t so bad after all, he mused as said best friend turned around to him with a beaming smile, not even having noticed that he had been the cause of his interrupted sleep in his glee. Returning a sleepy smile, he realized that Hashirama probably was positive enough for both of them. Or rather both of their close families, if he were to be honest.

It still amused him to this day that no sane person would expect this child of a man to be a renowned paediatrician but sometimes people were apparently wrong. Very wrong.

Because jokes aside, fortunately, Hashirama indeed could be serious when his patients and their parents trusted him with the children’s life. And doing so, he tended to them with unmatched enthusiasm and passion.

So all was good, he guessed.

Stretching his stiff muscles through a yawn, he noticed familiar tresses of long, dark hair sticking out from between the gap in the seats in front of him. Zeroing in on it with a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he nimbly stuck his hand through the gap to pull one of the bigger chunks of hair, only to immediately receive a satisfyingly high pitched yelp.

“OUCH! You ass!” Izuna screeched turning his head back around to him and hastily reclaimed all of his hair with a scowl, making Madara huff in amusement.

“Oh please, stop being such a drama quee-” the older of the two started retorting when suddenly his younger brother turned around in his seat somewhat—seatbelt still fastened, making the endeavour pretty awkward looking as he smushed his face between the backrests to make a grab for Madara’s own hair.

“No!” he groused out, leaning away from the squiggly hand. “Stop!”

“Payback‘s a bitch, Nii-san!” the younger Uchiha snarked back, voice muffled by the seat and continued to make grabs for his hair that Madara defended by slapping his grabby hands away.

“Children, please,” Mito‘s exasperated voice suddenly broke through their argument, making both of them stop—Madara crossing his arms while Izuna turned back around and untangled himself from the space between the two seats, arm almost getting stuck in the process.

“I‘m not a child, he is!” Izuna grumbled out as he was facing the right way again, missing the red head‘s amused but quiet laugh.

Wondering why the biggest child of them all hadn‘t joined them in their squabbling and actually kept quiet for once, the Uchiha looked back at Hashirama, noticing that he too had an arm moving, but in the right gap between the seats in front of himself. The Uchiha made a confused sound and nudged the taller man who then looked at him with a questioning smile.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to wake up Tobi and Itama, I saw them asleep when I left for the bathroom a few minutes ago,” the brunette answered with a sunny smile as the Uchiha hummed in acknowledgement as people around them started to get their luggage from the overhead stowage spaces to leave the plane.

Finally exiting the airport‘s sliding doors with their heavy luggage to walk into a metaphorical wall of humidity as the sun tried to roast them alive only made Madara close his eyes in misery. The heat was so much worse than he had anticipated.

Great

To be completely honest, he hadn‘t even wanted to come here in the first place, would have instead preferred a milder, more enjoyable weather for his long-awaited vacation but unfortunately, he had lost in the poll their two families had held to determine what this trip‘s destination would be as everyone except Itama and him had voted for this dreaded hot climate as their travel destination.

Surprisingly even Tobirama—currently dressed in long pants with a long-sleeved sweatshirt‘s hood and a pair of sunglasses covering his face—had wanted to come here.

Whatever, he would make the best of this holiday.

As it was, unfortunately, not all of their siblings had been able to come with them due to scheduling difficulties. However, they had already agreed on another trip in winter when hopefully their schedules would align a bit more smoothly with much more desirable weather, at least for him.

He already looked forward to it.

Something he could live without though, was the planning and scheduling part as arranging things for the six of them had been a logistical nightmare already. What with Itama having to hand his last thesis in the day before while Izuna and Tobirama respectively had to write their exams a few hours before their flight took off.

He himself probably wouldn’t even have been able to take time off on such short notice if his position at work as detective hadn‘t been so high and he himself and his good reputation hadn’t been so well regarded amongst their ranks and—no, he was joking. In reality he still had a few open favours with his boss and promptly used one of them to be able to be here with his family and friends when Hashirama had texted him the booking confirmation.

His boss obviously hadn‘t been too happy. But after Madara had helped out countless of times, sacrificing his free time again and again when needed, raked in so many extra hours, that he had accumulated a lot of those favours. And just to be on the safe side, had tied all loose ends at work in preparation which thankfully had swayed the man to agree in the end.

The Uchiha briefly wondered how Obito and his fellow colleagues were doing before Izuna chatting him up caught his attention.

Next thing he knew, they were leaving their rented cars parked outside an Italian restaurant and taking their seats around a big but crammed table as Hashirama had rejected the friendly personnel’s offer to push two tables together because apparently he wanted to cuddle in this inhumane heat or who knew why tree brain hadn‘t wanted the second table because Madara for sure didn‘t.

Smushed between Izuna and Hashirama, he could already feel the sweat run down his back as he pushed his sunglasses atop his head, tangling up a few strands of hair that he couldn’t care less about at the moment in the process.

“Get anything you want, it‘s on me to celebrate the end of the semester for our three youngest and of course, the start of our amazing holidays together!“ his best friend exclaimed when everyone had received their beverages and toasted all of them, resulting in clinking of glass and various intonations of gratitude amongst them.

After Madara downed his glass in one go and lowered it back on the table with a loud clink, he rummaged through his pockets to find a godforsaken hair tie. His hair was already uncomfortably sticking to the back of his neck. Frowning, he gave up when he came up empty.

Hashirama probably didn‘t have one on hand, as he only tied it for work and Mito used hair pins, which left him with only Izuna who was typing away on one of his social media accounts. Leaning over, he saw a snapshot out of the airplane window.

“Pretty picture.”

Izuna immediately shot him a dubious look.

“Okay. What do you want?” his younger brother asked with an expectant look on his face.

“Can‘t I compliment you without wanting anything?” he asked bemused.

“Oh please,” the other huffed out.

“Alright, whatever. Do you have a hair tie?”

Izuna took a terribly amused look at his horribly mussed up hair. The stupid humidity wasn‘t doing the older Uchiha any favours, making his usually wild hair poof up and stick out in an even crazier mess than usual. He was well aware but the brat didn‘t even try to stifle his derisive snort.

“Yes, but know that this will cost you a third of your dessert,” the little shit haughtily replied as he took a tie out of a bag between them.

“A fifth and you have yourself a deal,” Madara huffed, holding his hand out.

“A fourth and you have to order something I actually like,” Izuna countered, holding out the desired hair tie just out of reach.

“Deal,” he heaved out with a heavy sigh, accepting the cargo and tying up his hair into a messy ponytail, immediate relief flooding him, as the slightly less warm air of the ceiling fan caressed the back of his neck. Much better.

Madara shot his greedy brother and his mostly immaculate hair an annoyed look, when the other happily turned back to continue typing away on his smartphone.

He would need to steal whatever the little shit had used to wrestle his own mane into submission out of his luggage and use it on his hair tomorrow when the other inevitably would still be snoozing away the morning, since he liked to sleep in.

They had the same hair structure, after all, but he wasn‘t willing to pay the unreasonably high price his sibling surely would come up with as soon as he asked him about the product he must‘ve been using to tame their family brand of crazy hair.

Under no circumstances would he walk around like some caveman after today, though.

Right now everyone was still tired and mussed up from their flight, even elegant Mito, so his crazier than usual hair wouldn‘t be noticed too badly.

But starting tomorrow, that excuse wouldn‘t fly anymore, as everyone would attempt to look presentable for the undoubtedly many pictures Hashirama and Izuna would take in the span of their holidays. And seriously, latter didn‘t need even more blackmailing material, as he already had more than enough of that stowed away already.

But more importantly, tomorrow Tobirama wouldn‘t be so exhausted anymore that his head would look like it was ready to loll onto the table.

Seriously, the poor guy looked ready to fall off the chair any minute if it weren‘t for Itama on his left, holding him up in an embrace while happily chatting with him and Izuna squished in on his right, forcing him into a somewhat upright position.

The younger Senju seemed way too tired to even notice much today, belatedly reacting to any verbal or physical stimuli as far as he had seen.

In fact, the exhausted albino probably couldn’t wait until they finished their food and finally drove to the hotel so he could catch up on all of that lost sleep tonight. However, that also meant that the albino‘s sharp eyes would be scrutinizing and analyzing everyone and everything starting with tomorrow, so he needed to look presentable if not a bit nicer than usual at least.

Feeling eyes bore into the side of his head, he inwardly startled at being caught staring, as his eyes slid back over to Izuna who was wiggling his eyebrows and pursing his lips at him in an imitation of a kiss.

“Shut up!” he quietly hissed and shoved at him, hoping no one had noticed the idiot.

“But I‘m not saying anything!” the brat cackled, as he bumped into an unresponsive Tobirama next to him, subsequently rattling Itama who shot them a quick bemused but confused look.

“Just stop it, you ass,” he grumbled out, refraining from hitting his younger brother upside the head to avoid any additional spotlight from the chatting couple by his side to keep the cause of the start of the situation under wraps.

There was no need for Izuna to spout lies about him ogling the light haired man like he had a crush on him or something similarly stupid. Definitely lies. Shut up.

He avoided looking in the albino‘s direction for the rest of their duration at the restaurant, even when Izuna stole more than a fourth of his dessert.

But apparently things were still going too smoothly and the universe wanted to punish him for whatever sins he had accumulated over his life at once because right before they entered their hotel to check in, Hashirama abruptly planted his feet on the searing hot concrete under a palm tree and waved them over.

Oh god, what would this be about?

Judging by the massive grin on his face, it couldn‘t be anything good.

When everyone was situated around him, Hashirama clapped his hands.

“Alright, since we always, well, almost! Since we almost always do the same room distributions, I came up with an idea this time,” he revealed giddily.

“Wait, what?” Madara exclaimed confused as the taller man started rummaging in his pant pocket.

“We‘re drawing straws!“ the idiot exclaimed joyously as he held out a fist of sticks, receiving mixed reactions from everyone around him.

“Please tell me you‘re not serious?“ the oldest Uchiha replied with a sinking feeling.

“Why not?“

“Mito, your wife, is the only female in this group?“ he tried reasoning to no avail.

“Oh yes, that‘s why we‘re sharing a room!“ the stupid tree answered him cheerfully.

And it was that moment that Madara actually took a look at the sticks in his hand and noticed that there were only four of them. Opening his mouth, Hashirama immediately interrupted him.

“Because we booked on such short notice, they only had one room with two single beds, the other two are double beds. Mito and I will take one of those but there‘s still the question of who will get the other two rooms each,“ the older Senju explained with a smile.

“Still, it doesn‘t make any sense why we should draw lots in the first place. I don’t care in what kind of bed I sleep in with Izuna,“ Madara said scowling as he crossed his arms.

“But Itama and Izuna want to try something new and right now you’re the only one not agreeing,” the brunette said pouting.

“You didn’t even give me a heads up— Wait, what? Since when does snowflake agree to your stupid ideas?” he asked, throwing the two Senju brothers in question a confused look. One of them half asleep and not even listening, the other one pouting down at him.

After all, out of the siblings Tobirama was the only one stopping Hashirama’s mischief on a daily basis when things looked like they would get out of hand while the two younger ones loved to indulge in their eldest brother’s silly antics.

“Anija asked him on our way to the airport,” Itama helpfully supplied, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Do you really think that‘s fair? Snowflake has been closer to a walking zombie than a human being!“ he groused out, scowl intensifying.

Tobirama very belatedly pursed his lips in a pout and softly furrowed his brows but didn‘t react any further, making the older Uchiha feel all sorts of fuzzy and mushy things. God no. Trying to not show any emotion besides annoyance on his face was getting harder by the second.

“No offence, but that’s a very underhanded tactic for you, Hashirama. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days,” the older Uchiha accused to hammer in his point.

“But that’s the only way he agreed for once,” the older man admitted with a chuckle.

He zeroed in on Izuna when he too chuckled.

“And since when do you like trying out new things?” Madara accused his sibling.

“Excuse you! I try new things all the time and you would know that if you followed my social media accounts like you said you would!” the younger Uchiha answered scandalized with furrowed brows.

The older Uchiha groaned. Not this again.

“Is it too much to want some fun on this vacation?” Hashirama asked with one of his better renditions of a puppy look directed at him while Tobirama slinked off to sit down next to Mito on a bench not far from them.

Huffing, he shuffled his feet, looking around and tried to think of a way out of this.

Izuna would be his best bet of course. But if he had to share a room with Itama, things would probably get awkward pretty fast as they never had spent time on their own until now. However, Tobirama would be an even worse pick. Not because he had anything against the younger man but because of other things that he didn’t want to think about at the moment.

No, he wouldn’t play Hashirama’s stupid games this time. Why should he? Especially when his idiotic friend easily had taken himself out of the equation. Unfair. He was here to relax and enjoy himself.

Having decided against his best friend’s plea, he looked back to said friend only to freeze at the triumphant look on his face.

Oh no.

“What?”

“Have you forgotten? You owe me!” the idiot exclaimed with a wry grin.

Now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows in incomprehension.

“You lost that bet at our last poker evening weeks ago,” the tan man replied giddily.

Madara’s eyes widened. He was right but he wouldn’t, would he?

“Are you seriously going to waste it on something like that? Hashirama, you wouldn’t, right?” he asked, rubbing his forehead to soothe his growing headache with a grimace.

He knew he was doomed, when three grinning faces met his.

“I absolutely would and I am henceforth officially claiming the favour you owe me!” the childish tree trunk of a man exclaimed laughing in glee, hands on his hips.

Suppressing another groan, Madara felt more sweat trickle down his back. Honestly, he could’ve done worse, he guessed. Hashirama could’ve used the favour to send him off to do much more horrible or embarrassing things. This was absolutely not ideal but whatever. What were the odds of him having to share a room with Tobirama, after all? Two to one against it, not bad at all. And he surely could make it work with Itama, too.

Being already fed up with the situation and the sun searing what felt like holes into his back, he decided that he didn’t care anymore as long as they could go inside soon. Preferably right this instant.

“Fine,” he conceded defeated, receiving surprised looks at his unusually short lived refusal and hooting from Hashirama.

“Alright, youngest first! There’s two short and two long ones,” the excited man exclaimed, holding out his hand with the sticks to Itama after he had shuffled them behind his back. “Don’t reveal them until everyone has a stick!”

When it finally was Madara’s turn, he didn’t have much choice but to accept the remaining stick as the oldest of the four.

“Reveal your sticks on the count of three! One, two, three!” Hashirama exclaimed excited.

Madara blanched when all of them unfurled their fists to showcase each of their picks. Had he seriously ended up with one of the short sticks? Wait, if the other two had the two long ones, that meant that Tobirama and he—

Hashirama clapped him on the shoulder with a huff of laughter.

“Looks like you and Tobi share a room!”

“Wha—”

“Okay, now I need those back and the winner team picks one of two to decide who the winner of the room with the two single beds is,” the older Senju exclaimed.

When Itama picked the longer stick, Madara despaired internally.

How could his luck be this bad? Had he seriously just lost two times in a row? Also wasn’t the looser supposed to get to pick first and—

Wait.

Oh no.

His eyes widened and he paled even more when suddenly the realization hit him that he had to share a double bed with his cru- Tobirama for the upcoming two weeks here.

He was doomed.

Suddenly he didn’t even feel warm anymore.

[dutten-does-the-fanfic]

I Want You Here With Me (Is It Too Much to Ask for Something Great) Epilogue

Title:  I Want You Here With Me (Is It Too Much to Ask for Something Great) ch. 14 of 14 (ch. 1)     Pairing: Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim     Word count: 3427 Warnings: Language

AO3

Summary:  The one where it’s been two years since Isak last saw or spoke with Even, and no one knows that Isak ever knew Even at all

Epilogue

“And we’re here on the red-carpet tonight, live for the premiere of Even Bech Næsheim’s new movie, ‘Yellow Curtains: All the Different Universes’. And here is the man himself!”

The interviewer is wearing a sparkly dress and is waving for Even to come closer, even as he’d already been instructed that this was the woman he was supposed to talk to.

“Good evening,” he grins into the horribly big microphone she’s struggling to hold up.

It’s loud – a lot of people having shown up for the grand return of Even Bech Næsheim, and Even has to lean close to the microphone and the lady.

“It’s so exciting to have you back and to be here tonight! A lot of people have been looking forward to this moment.”

Even nods. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this moment too, so I get it. It’s really awesome. I never get used to this feeling.”

“Now, fans have been speculating about the plot of this movie ever since the title dropped. Can you tell us what to expect?”

“I saw that! They were talking about how it could be about time travelling.”

She looks at him expectantly.

“It isn’t, but, hey, that’s another movie idea, right?”

“How about something else, then?”

“Um,” Even hesitates, scratching at his neck. “I don’t know? I mean, I want for people to watch the movie with an open mind so that they can be swept away by the story as much as possible and allow them their own interpretations and why a story like that is important to them.”

“So it’s an emotional movie?”

Even laughs. “I don’t know about that. I’ll probably cry, but that’s because it’s a story very dear to me, close to my heart, you know. I don’t want to make anyone cry.”

She grins. “I’m not so sure about that. Your track record says differently, Mr. Næsheim.”

Even laughs. “That’s true. But I think if this movie does make anyone cry, hopefully it’ll be a different kind of crying than that.”

“So it’s actually a happy film?” she attempts, but Even doesn’t bite.

“Can’t tell you that,” he winks, laughing when she rolls her eyes at him good-naturedly.

“Well, there’s certainly been a lot of hype about this movie. It’s one of the only movies this year with a trailer that revealed absolutely nothing about the plot, did you know that?”

“I did!” Even grins. “I’ve been made aware of it, repeatedly, by a lot of people online.”

“I can’t imagine it went over well.”

“Well, at least they’re looking forward to finally finding out what it’s about.”

“I think a lot of people are excited – look at everyone here! It’s quiet a grand return you’ve made!”

“It’s a little overwhelming, isn’t it?” Even grins shyly. “But a lot of them were involved in the making of the movie.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” she chides, which is true enough, because a lot of people had shown an interest in Even’s movies before his ‘break’.

She doesn’t ask about that, though, either by human decency or because someone briefed her, but they both know that some of the hype is due to a lot of old gossip resurfacing.

“But it is a very long cast-list. And it’s such a diverse cast as well,” she prompts, giving the microphone back to him.

“It is,” Even agrees. “I don’t want to spoil the movie too much, but there was a big need for so many people to be involved. And they all did so wonderfully, I’m so proud of them.”

“A lot of them are meeting for the first time tonight,” she points out. “How is that possible?”

“Different filming schedules?” Even laughs. “I don’t know. Well, I do know, but I can’t say.”

“You’re really not giving anything away tonight,” she laughs.

“You, on the other hand, are grilling me relentlessly.”

“It’s my job!” she protests lightly. “You said earlier that it’s a story that’s close to your heart, what did you mean by that?”

“Oh, uh –“ Even lets out a breathy laugh, his voice going a little thick. “Well, first of all, it’s a way for me to support and celebrate the equality act. And, uh, the story in itself – it’s actually about something my husband said to me when we were young. It ended up being a real comfort to me the years we were apart.”

Her stance goes a little softer at that. “So this is really a story to him?”

Even laughs. “All of my films have been to Isak, this will just be the first one where no one will be able to doubt it.”

She tilts her head. “Oh? Oh – speak of the devil, look who’s joining us!”

“Baby!” Even laughs, voice barely audible as he turns around to catch Isak around his middle as he walks past. “Halla.”

Isak grins up at him shortly before he turns his attention towards the woman. “Hello.”

“Hi,” she smiles back at him. “We were just talking about you.”

“Oh?”

“Good things only,” Even promises, but the look Isak gives him reveals he isn’t completely buying it.

“Sentimental things,” the interviewer corrects. “Your husband has been very stingy with the details of this film.”

“Right?” Isak exaggerates. “I haven’t gotten a single word about it out of him yet.”

She scrounges up her nose. “Are you telling me you don’t know what tonight entails, either?”

Isak shakes his head. “He’s refused to tell me. He’s just been bouncing around the house, seconds away from telling me because he’s so excited, and then he’ll snap his mouth shut and walk away so he doesn’t give in to the temptation. He won’t even give me a hint.”

“You’ll know if I give you a hint, though!” Even protests, but Isak’s focus doesn’t waver from the woman except to roll his eyes. “Besides, I promise you’ll like it.”

“Shut up,” Isak demands, not able to hide away the utterly smitten look on his face even as he manages to pull off a faux-serious expression. “I’ll love it,” he corrects him, much to Even’s amusement.

“I love you,” Even tells him. The golden band on his finger catches the light when he runs his fingers through Isak’s hair gently.

Isak doesn’t manage to hide his smile this time around.

OOOOO

[On a black background, two quotes are typed out:

“According to ‘M’ theory, ours is not the only universe. Instead, ‘M’ theory predicts that a great many universes were created out of nothing.” – Stephen Hawking

“As scientists, we track down all promising leads, and there’s reason to suspect that our universe may be one of many – a single bubble in a huge bubble bath of other universes.” – Brian Greene]

[The opening shot is a blue sky, just a hint of pink and yellow from the start of a sunset. In the background the ocean quietly lapping against the shore is just audible.]

“It’s a funny thing, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“The universe. Like, how big it is.”

“You mean the universe that’s infinite for an infinite amount of times?”

“Shut up,” he laughs. “I mean that it holds so many possibilities within itself, you know?”

“How so?”

“Like – for every possible action, there’s a universe out there where the opposite happened. Or one where just something different happened. Or one where it never got far enough to get to that point.”

“Parallel universes.”

“Exactly!”

“Why are you thinking about that?”

“Don’t you ever think about that?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.”

“What were you thinking about it for?”

“I was… I was thinking about the people I’m the closest to. I was thinking about you and me.”

[A handheld camera showing off an apartment; the bed is unmade, blue-striped bed sheets tousled and with indents in the pillows from two people having just left the bed. The curtains are a dark blue that manage to hold the sunlight out, but in another room the morning sun is coloring the kitchen in a warm, golden light, accentuating the mess of half-finished coffee cups, cereal bowls in the sink, and a blue hoodie slung over the back of a chair.]

“What have we got to do with parallel universes?”

“Just – how big everything is. Like, everything that can happen is going to happen. Not only going to, it is happening. And I just – I’d like to think that there are universes out there where everything could be different, but we’d still be the same, you know? Where I still feel the same as I do right now, here, with you.”

[The same apartment, but this time tiny details are different, changing the over-all appearance. The curtains in the bedroom are yellow, meaning the entire room is lit up. There are two glasses of orange juice instead of coffee. The hoodie is grey. The image flickers, the hoodie changes into a t-shirt with a printed picture of Jesus on the crucifix just visible. There are scrambled eggs instead of cereal. The kitchen chair is pushed neatly against the table. The curtains are black so the sunlight hasn’t disturbed their sleep, you can just make out two people still in bed.]

“So there’s a universe where we meet when we’re still in high school?”

[A boy is sitting in a school’s cafeteria with his friends, picking apart his lunch. When he looks up, he sees a boy sitting at the opposite end of the room. Their eyes meet. The boy hurries to look away, but the other boy keeps looking.

In a different place, two people bump into each other in the most cliché high school-setting possible; in front of the lockers. They both drop their books on the floor, and when they look up, their eyes meet and time seemingly stops. The next couple of shots are the same two people walking together, first in school, then clearly on their way home, then in the dark, walking away from a party. There are awkward, fumbled first kisses and shy looks and feeling like you’re flying higher than a bird and then crashing down with a hundred miles an hour until the two manage to find their way back to each other again.]

“Exactly! Or one where we’re at university.”

[A boy with thick-rimmed glasses is sitting on one of the rows, notebooks laid out fastidiously, one of them already opened so he can take notes. Then another boy crashes into the room, obviously seconds away from being late, a little out of breath. He throws himself onto the closest seat that isn’t occupied, the one next to the boy.

“I’m not late, am I?”

“Close. How can you be late, already? It’s the first day.”

The guy grins widely, leans in like he’s about to tell the boy a secret. “I guess you’ll have to get to know me to find out.”]

“Or one where we meet when we’re kids?”

[There’s a child, sitting on the curb of the playground, crying over a cut on their knee. It’s not bad, but it must look scary to a three-year-old, especially one who isn’t being comforted. At least not until another child walks past, sees the kid, stops and starts talking until the sniffling stops. The next couple of clips are artistically shot, with the sun creating lens flares and discoloring the pictures, giving off the warm, nostalgic feeling people get when thinking back on happy moments.]

“I like that one. That there’s a life where I don’t know what it’s like to be without you. That’s a nice thought.”

“Do I take good care of you in that one, do you think?”

“You take care of me in every universe, doofus.”

“In every single one?”

[All the different universes with the first meetings between two people.]

“Well – I suppose there must be a universe where we never meet.”

[Cross-shot of two pictures depicting very different locations, the first one set in a rural area, the other in the city. It switches to new contrasting locations, flying faster than the eye can make out anything other than how unalike they are to each other.]

“That’s the saddest one.”

“Nah.”

“You don’t think so?” the disbelief evident in his voice.

“No. The saddest one is the one where we do meet. We just don’t notice when it happens.”

[Following a group of people, all shot waist down. They’re walking down the street clearly messing around, when they pass by another group of people. Two hands slide by each other, an inch of space left between them. They keep walking, not even turning around.]

“That’s the saddest one,” he continues. “The one where we don’t even get the chance to become a ‘could’ve been’ because the universe decided to label us as an ‘almost’ instead.”

[Lots of ‘almost’s exists. Turning the corner at just the wrong time. Looking right first instead of left when crossing the street. Suddenly deciding to not try the new coffee shop anyway, not when the old one is closer and familiar.]

“Do you think… do you think there’s a universe where I don’t hurt you?”

[Screaming fights. Being forgetful about the other person and leaving them behind. A boy watching another boy kissing a girl as they slow dance at prom. A devastated look on a boy’s face as he’s told everything between them had been fake.]

“I mean… theoretically, yes. But it also means there’s a universe where I don’t hurt you. One where we don’t hurt each other.”

[Silently hurting. Introducing your childhood best friend to your new boyfriend. Leaving with no explanation.]

“But I do know one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That there isn’t a universe out there –“

[Playful kisses. timid handholding. two boys smoking weed as they sit on a windowsill. Quiet moments in bed.]

“– where this –“

[Tickle fights. Screaming their hearts and lungs out at concerts. Desperate kisses like the world is about to end.]

“– where we –“

[Smitten looks that reveal how the other person is their entire world. Faces being lit up when they see each other. Their head resting on the other person’s shoulder as they fall asleep on the bus. Kissing underwater in a swimming pool.]

“– aren’t worth it.”

[Black screen. Even’s voice sounds in Norwegian whilst the white text is in English]

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you any of those universes. I’m sorry that we were ready for the universe before the universe was ready for us.”

[Nights at the bar with a row of empty shot glasses, another being poured already. Two different locations in the world, so far apart from each other. Stuffy meeting rooms. Lawyers handing over divorce papers only to receive absolutely devastated looks in response.]

“I’m not sorry that I met you.”

[The picture Even took of the flowers for Isak shows up, followed by a shot of the street where Even had kissed Isak for the first time. It’s taken during the night, the streetlamps giving off a warm, yellow light. Isak and Even have been animated in, the cartoonish-outline contrasting the background and drawing the eye towards them.]

“I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you.”

[A clip plays of Isak; young-looking and floofy haired, looking down, but his face is split into the widest smile possible and he looks happy as he shyly glances up at Even behind the camera.]

“I’m not sorry that I married you. That I got to love you.”

[Isak’s leaned back against Even who in turn is leaning up against the railing at the cabin, the sunset is coloring the both of them golden. Isak turns around so he can hug Even tightly.]

“I’m not sorry that we didn’t give up fighting when it would’ve been so much easier to let each other go.”

[A handheld camera filming a computer screen, showing the original article that first posted the rumor about a marriage certificate, and then later posting the certificate itself. An overhead shot of Isak and Even lying in bed, Even sleeping and Isak keeping an eye on him. Voiceover in Norwegian:

“Are you going to ask for a divorce after this? A real one this time?”

“No. I’m not going to do that. I don’t want to do that.”]

“I’m not sorry that I get to call you ‘home’.”

[It switches between pictures of a bed with blue-striped bed sheets, science textbooks with a camera balanced on top, clothes strewn messily across the floor, messy bed hair, and sparkling eyes when given a cup of tea. The sound of a door opening and closing is added in, Isak calling out in a voiceover as shoes tumbling onto the floor and a coat being removed scratches the audio, “Baby, er du hjemme?”]

“I’m not sorry that I get to love you.”

[Even bounds onto the bed, startling Isak who is lying on his stomach, sorting through his notes for class.

“Hva faen –“ Isak starts, but doesn’t get further before the hand Even isn’t using to hold the camera is on his side, digging in until Isak’s squirmed onto his back and Even can straddle him to keep him in place. “Why are you filming me?”

“I just need to film your reaction when I tell you something,” Even tells him, chortling at the suspicious look that immediately falls on Isak’s face.

“What.”

Even’s hand appears in frame again, cupping Isak’s cheek. “Jeg elsker deg.”

“Oh my god!” Isak laughs, batting Even’s hand away so he can hide his face behind his hands. It does little to nothing to cover up how brightly he’s smiling. “You absolute sap, you.”

He gives up on hiding away, instead pushing his hips up so Even tumbles onto his side on the bed. Isak leaning in to kiss him is just visible in the corner of the frame. “Turn the camera off, Ev.”

Even hums, the sound of lips smacking audible as the camera keeps rolling. He pulls back so he can film Isak again.

Isak, who isn’t even paying attention to the camera anymore, is instead clearly only seeing Even, looking impossibly soft as he does so. One hand moves up to smooth his thumb across Even’s jaw line.

“Jeg elsker deg også.”]

“I don’t care about the other universes. About whether or not the Even gets the Isak. I don’t care if there’s an Even who didn’t leave”

[The old apartment shot from inside the entrance to the building. A taxi is visible, the car door being shut audible before it drives off.]

“I care about you, about this Isak that I get to come home to, that I get to share my life with, that I get to love. This Isak, who loves me back, who wants to come home to me, who wants to share his life with me.”

[The scene shows one of the Movie Night-nights, the entire gang already set up in the living room, a spot left for Even on the couch next to Isak on the side that Eskild isn’t already occupying.

Isak is the one who sees him first, groaning exaggeratedly when he notices the camera. “Why?” he drags out.

Magnus looks around frantically to see what Isak is talking about. When his eyes land on Even they go unnaturally wide as he gasps. “Am I seriously being filmed by Even Bech Næsheim right now?”

“Shut up,” Isak moans, sinking deeper into the couch, but he’s laughing silently.

“It’s such an honor,” Magnus continues, reaching a hand out for Even to shake. “Seriously, man, I’m, like, your biggest fan.”

“Is this planned?” Mahdi asks.

“I’m leaving all of you,” Isak says when Even starts to enthusiastically shake Magnus’ hand, finally laughing out loud when Jonas hits him with one of the decorative pillows Eva had picked out.]

“I don’t care if the universe is ready or not for us anymore. If it is, that’s great. But if it isn’t –“

[Isak tilting his chin up stubbornly for Even to lean down and kiss him. Even smiling and talking excitedly as he tells Isak about an idea for a script, frowning when he notices Isak holding the camera before his face breaks out in the biggest smile possible and he pulls Isak into his arms. Lying in bed, Isak asleep on top of Even’s chest, Even leaning in to kiss his temple carefully as to not wake him up.]

“– then I’ll make it.”

[Three words appear against the black background, bold and a contrasting yellow.]

ALT ER LOVE

[blogsupitssam]

Life After Us: The Heir Apparent

Chapter 5: “Hold You When Things Go Wrong”

Note: So since Bloodbound has ended, @drinkwinebymeasure and I be making our own continuation of BB4 whether or not it will ever come back or not. We all know MC and Kamilah are now married and living together in tapestry scene. Now what will be in store for the couple along with moving into a new era? What will they do next? What's gonna happen for the world?

Also Apologies for taking so long, we been having issues to go through and hard times, especially COVID. 

If you haven’t read last chapter(s):

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

(Let me or @drinkwinebymeasure if you want to be tagged)

Tag: @kamilah-the-bloodqueen  @niceangel890

A month before due date

Kamilah suggests firmly, “I should stay home.” 

"Kamilah, you do NOT need to stay with me all the time!" Samantha was adamant in her protests when insisted that she needs to stay home.

"Yes, I do. Your due date is almost here and the baby could be born at any time now. Who is going to take you to the hospital when it is time?" Already her protectiveness and anxiety are clear in Kamilah’s voice.

Samantha sighed, "I can take care of myself! There’s no more morning sickness at least."

"Not if you are in labor," Kamilah would not back down, trying to shut down the argument. Samantha was so stubborn sometimes, but knew she came by it honestly and had been just as stubborn. 

Samantha threw her hands up in exasperation. Just because she was pregnant did not mean she could not take care of herself. Even Kamilah had been pushing for Samantha to have Adrian or Lily stay with her. 

"Kamilah, my due date is for almost a several weeks; are you really going to stay for the whole time? You should go to work to help provide more and make a living for the children." Samantha again tried to get her Kamilah to be reasonable.

"Samantha, I was with you at the doctor appointment. I heard her say that you could give birth sooner than the due date and a chance that you could not carry the babies to full term. I am here and I am not leaving until after the twins are born. No more arguments, please!" The Eyptian Vampire felt as though she was arguing with a stubborn child.

" I’ll be fine," Samantha replied and smiled weakly at her wife. She made eye contact, knowing that would be enough for Kamilah to back off from any questioning. Just then, the baby moved and Samantha let out a small gasp as she felt the kick in the ribs. 

Kamilah's eyes widened for a second and stepped forward, “Samantha ...?”

"That was not nothing, Kamilah," Samantha admonished. Samantha takes her wife's hand and places it on her abdomen. 

Kamilah felt the next few kicks and smiled at Samantha. "Oh, the baby is moving again. Does it hurt?"

"Only when it kicks me in the ribs or spine," Samantha smiled back, jokingly even though technically that’s not exactly true.

The only response Samantha gets is Kamilah’s eyes rolling. The Vampire Bloodkeeper sighs and kisses her wife’s lips and hugs the older vampire, effectively shutting down the argument for the night. Wanting to not stress out about the babies and just be together.

Samantha went back to their room and prepared herself for bed. As she lay on the sheets, tears softly rolled down her face. Samantha knew that her body had been through hell, and that she had been told that she could not get pregnant in the subsequent visits. From her trauma, from the horrors she had endured in the past, wanting to find peace and knowing being with Kamilah and now having children has brought her to a life of happiness.

Samantha shook her head, trying to banish the memories and thoughts. Enough of the past, reliving it would not change the decisions she had made. She sat up as a small cramp crossed her abdomen. Oh, god! Every cramp, every small pain in her abdomen, every flutter inside her had nearly sent her into panic mode. She glanced down at her swollen belly and stood up slowly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the distinct outline of a tiny foot just below her navel. One of the babies was stretching out and pushing against her abdominal wall was the source of the cramp. 

Several days later

Samantha placed Kamilah’s plates on the table before suddenly wincing and grabbing her side with a heavy breath. Her wife was instantly at her side, with concern on her face. “Samantha?”

“I’m… f-fine,” the young bloodkeeper breathed. She was hunched over slightly, breathing deeply. Her hand rubbed roughly into her side.

 “You’re not,” Kamilah mumbled under her breath, reaching for her.

Samantha lifted her hand to stop her with a weak smile, “I just need to lie down… I’m fine, hun.”

“Saman-”

 “Trust me,” she sighed. She turned slowly and waddled from the room to go lie on the couch. Kamilah watches her leave with a frown.

It was clear Samantha was trying to downplay her feelings since her third trimester of the  pregnancy. Throughout this process, and bloodkeeper had done so, she minimizes how uncomfortable or in pain she was for Kamilah’s sake. She knew her wife was over protective and she worries too much, due to seeing how hard she struggles, making her look fragile and weak.

Kamilah let out a slight huff and finished the table, moving in slower to ensure Samantha had some time to rest before she bombarded her with questions about what had happened. 

The Vampire Queen made her way into the living room, seeing her wife’s round frame laying on the couch. Her eyes were closed as her hands slowly circled her stomach. Samantha looked beautiful; her eyelids shimmers, her lips natural and slightly pouted, her hair parted down the middle with soft waves rolling over her shoulders. Gorgeous.

“My love, are you okay?” Kamilah asked, kneeling next to her resting wife.

Samantha’s eyes fluttered open and looked over at her as a lazy smile grew on her lips, “I’m okay, thank you babe.”

 “What happened?” 

The Bloodkeeper let out a slight sigh, “The boys was simply moving around. I believe they were ecstatic at the thought of dinner.” Samantha chuckled softly, but Kamilah didn’t share her laughs.

“Did they hurt you?” Kamilah asked. She, of course, wasn’t mad at her sons for what happened. She was more worried; babies were known to break ribs or mess up internal organs, especially most likely having traits of a vampire and that was dangerous for both mother and child.

Samantha frowned, “Kamilah-”

“Samantha, please. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Kamilah pleaded; she grabbed her wife’s hand and brought it to her lips in a short peck before wrapping it in both of her own hands and pulling it into her chest. “Please.”

“I’m sorry… You shouldn’t have to beg to get me to answer you. I am trying. I swear to you, my Queen,” Samantha responded. She rubbed her bump some more, at already 8 months it was definitely noticeable. “Yes, they kicked me and yes, it hurt. They aimed right into my ribs.” 

Kamilah let go of the breath she had been holding, “Does it still hurt?”

“No, I’m fine now.” Kamilah eyed her and Samantha laughed lowly, “I promise you. It hurt when it happened, but the pain dulled and is gone now.”

Kamilah ran a hand through Samantha’s hair, a small smile on her lips. “Thanks for telling me, Sam. You can’t downplay all of it.”

“I know, Hun. I will not next time.”

The Egyptian vampire pecked her lips before shifting down her body to be near her round abdomen, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with our princes.”

“Really? Aren’t I your princess?” Samantha laughed joking, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Well if we had a daughter I would, but I say it’s better to address you as My Queen, or…. Perhaps My goddess, My love.”

All that the younger vampire did was roll her eyes with a forming smirk on her.

“Hello, my sons. I’m so happy you’re moving around in there, knowing you’re so strong like the warriors you are, but please for your mother’s sake, be gentle–” she began.

 Samantha let out a loud huff, cutting her off. “Kamilah, you’re riling him up. He’s kicking.”

“Already a rule breaker,” Kamilah sighed with a slight smirk. “Where is he kicking?” Samantha rested her hand on the spot which was on her lower right side and Kamilah was thankful it was away from her ribs this time. The brunette rubbed the spot and her wife hummed in content, her eyes closing. Kamilah smiled at the little nudges that hit her palm and kept her soothing touches going.

“They love your voice,” Samantha murmured. “Always moving around when you talk.”

 “Should I stop?” Kamilah asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Oh god, no,” the bloodkeeper retorted, her eyes still closed. “I think they may be settling down now.”

Kamilah nodded, she felt zero kicks against her hand. “Guess my circles put them to sleep?”

“You’re about to put me to sleep as well,” Samantha replied, opening one eye to look at her with a slight grin.

“Sorry, babe. We have dinner to get to,” Kamilah chuckled, standing up from her crouched position.

Samantha smiled up at her and held out her hand, “Would you please help me up?”

“Of course my love,” Kamilah replied, helping her wife to her feet gently and pulling her into a warm hug. Samantha kissed her chin and settled into her embrace, her bump not allowing her to get as close as she liked. “Wait… is something burning?”

“Oh God!” Samantha yelped, ripping out of her wife’s embrace to rush to the kitchen.

 They ended up getting takeout due to the horribly burnt meal they had slaved over all day and all of a sudden Samantha is craving something else. Despite another one of their dates going haywire, they were happy.

Later that night

The couple lay together; Samantha was laying on her left side, one of the few positions she was comfortable in. Her brown eyes never left her wife's face. Kamilah sat up in bed, her laptop on her lap as she typed away, preparing the schedule for an upcoming meeting. Samantha continued to look at her lovingly as a hand rubbed Kamilah’s thigh soothingly under the covers.

Kamilah’s once serious and concentrated face cracked a small smile and she looked down at her wife. “You’re staring, babe. Something wrong? I was just scheduling for my incoming meeting.”

“Nothing at all. You’re just beautiful and I love you. I feel the luckiest woman ever.”

“I love you too, but I was gonna say you’re the beautiful one and I’m the lucky one.”

Samantha smiled brightly at her comment, “I haven’t been feeling beautiful as of late, so thank you for still thinking so.”

“What?” Kamilah questioned, her face filling with concern. She closed her laptop and set it on her nightstand.

The young vampire shrugged, pulling the covers up around her more. “This pregnancy has not done much for my self confidence, especially the past few weeks. The swelling, the stretch marks, the added weight everywhere. I just don’t recognize my body anymore, but I hope i’ll be able to be thin again. I’m so thankful for it and for the babies, but I feel less than beautiful, Honey.”

Kamilah listened to her wife, quietly absorbing her words. The brunette knew this pregnancy had been far from a cake walk physically and emotionally, but didn’t think of the mental toll it could take as well. Samantha’s body had changed a lot and Kamilah could see why she was feeling insecure in her appearance.

“You’re stunning, my queen. Everything about you then and now is beautiful. I’m really sorry that you don’t think you are right now, but please believe me when I tell you that every piece of you whether it not be the same size, or is swollen, or covered in stretch marks is beautiful. I love you, Samantha.”

The bloodkeeper looked at her wife with shining eyes, “Thank you.”

The Egyptian Vampire wasn’t done though; she smothered her wife’s face in soft kisses, making her giggle. She kissed her forehead, “God you’re the most beautiful flower.” Kamilah then moved her energy to her wife’s lips, “You’re so perfect to me, god.”The senior vampire breathed, capturing them in another love filled kiss. Samantha accepted every kiss with a wide smile and a laugh, feeling truly comforted by every caress of Kamilah’s lips to her skin. Her wife always knew how to make her feel beautiful and loved, even when her own mind got the better of her.

“I love you, Kamilah.”

“And I love you too. You’re so beautiful.”

 “You make me feel beautiful, inside and out.”

“Because you are beautiful, inside and out,” Kamilah replied, tucking Samantha’s hair behind her ear, kissing her tenderly. 

Samantha chuckled at her wife softly, placing another kiss to her lips. “You’re still so adorable, even after all this time.”

Kamilah smiled broadly, cuddling into her wife, “And I’ll be for you for many centuries to come.”

 “I don’t know what I would do without you,” Samantha sighed dreamily, holding onto her wife.

“I don’t know what I would do without you either, I am forever your Queen,” Kamilah replied, kissing her cheek. The wives held onto each other for a long while, still enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin. Their close proximity was a little cramped due to Samantha’s bump, but they couldn’t wait to have their sons join in on their cuddle time.

Next Day

“Thanks for hanging out with me Lily. It’s been a bit lonely since Kamilah has to stay in Ahmanet longer than usual today.”

“It’s all good Bestie. I was missing you so much. How could I say no.”

After an hour and a half of watching some TV shows they could find on Netflix, "I'm going to go to that restaurant near here and get us some dessert," Lily said before readying herself to leave."Are you sure you will be ok?" she asked.

"Of course, it wouldn’t take you too long anyways," Samantha responds with a nod, “Besides, I’m still really tired, I don’t feel like walking right now.”

Lily nods, “Ok, I'll just take 10 minutes.” The purple hair vampire say before closing the door behind her. 

Samantha felt herself beginning to nod off for what has felt like more than 10 minutes when whispers outside her door caught her attention. Quietly getting off the couch and walking that way, she stopped when he could understand the whispers. "I swear, she just left like 15 minutes ago. We'll break in, take the bloodkeeper and leave. Piece of cake." 

Samantha immediately bolted through the door while holding a hand on her pregnant belly. Desperately looking around, she had no other idea, but with seconds she had grabbed one of the hidden daggers that she kept and was gifted from her wife. There was nowhere to take cover, and no chance in a fight against more than one person if she waited for them and due to her condition. 

Taking a breath with no other choice of trying to protect herself and her unborn children inside her as she closes her eyes for a second before her dark eyes turn bleeding red. She brings up her free hand, remembering her training from Kano, she readies herself with a psychic blast in her palm. 

Right when the first person kicks the door open, she sees a woman dressed in black fatigues with a mask covering her face, a sword in hand and Samantha did not hesitate to throw the psychic blast, throwing the figure back, hitting a wall that formed cracks from the impact.

Two more come in, but not before the bloodkeeper uses her telekinesis, moving several objects to hit them.. They would be hesitant now, and that would hopefully buy Samantha the time she needed as she quickly gets her phone to call Kamilah. 

When another figure comes in, she has a crossbow and points it at her, but the bolt was stopped before it even flew halfway by the telekinesis while quickly reaching out to get her phone with the adrenaline, trying to dial the number as fast as possible.

As she holds the phone up to her ear, she hears stomps as the figure she was just dealing with trying to resist the psychic push against her, getting closer. 

When suddenly, Samantha starts to feel a very sharp pain in her stomach, “No…. No.. Not.. Now!” Clenching her jaw, her teeth grinding.

“SUrrender  or else. Don’t… Make this difficult Bitch!” The enemy finally says something.

Samantha’s energy feels like she’s about to shut down. Her eyes start to blur, her head starts to spin, the arm she uses to do her telekinesis against the figure lowers down slowly while her other hand on her stomach. 

Please be strong for me babies, just a little longer…

Her body falls onto her knees, but she’s trying to keep herself up from falling all the way down.

Right when her telekinesis weakens the enemy figures that she has the chance before her eyes widen open suddenly, a bolt pierce through from the back of her forehead.

The Young Bloodkeeper eyes fluttering close, about to fall on the ground before she feels a pair of arms stop her from falling and a familiar voice saying her name ”Samantha!” that she could barely hear as darkness covers her vision to black.

[anyu-blue]

Busy as a bee

~

*sigh*

I had this big long thing typed up.. it's all gone now. That's twice it's happened. Let's see if third time's the charm.

It was about my trying to figure out how to talk about the shit I've been going through without just dumping it all on someone and having it be totally unjustified too...

I'm mad at my dad. I'm mad at Tevs... I'm mad at myself.

Basically...I'm frustrated that I'm seen as so much lesser than everyone else.

I know it's like 'no you're not!! You only think you are!! They love you!!' ... I've been smacked both literally and figuratively for saying 'you guys treat me different/unfairly compared to x'... But.. gods at this point I. Just. CAN'T keep believing them or telling myself that when the evidence is right in front of me. I feel like I must have done something REALLY BAD and BIG for everyone to pull away so hard... But at the same time... I... Can't figure what it is or how. I've asked too, but the closet I've gotten to an answer is 'You're too much, Meek.'

I know I sorta... Became a worse recluse than I was (kinda I'm response to that. Trying so hard NOT to be too much)... But I kept telling and telling and telling I was available and offering what I could and more... I kept trying to deal- if I need something I would provide in return, just name the price... Did I forget or fail to follow through with something? Or something? No one can think of anything to tell me that didn't have a legitimate reason if ever I did (as good as or better than they have given me) that I shared up front and sometimes in advance with them. I even went into detail about what might happen if I am asked for help on a bad day- I tend to be a bit grumpy if woken up, but will still be there to help and will apologize for any harshness as I am going about it. I do that- but... Nothing.. and every single person has offered and practically forced (in W0lfie's case) all of the stuff I've asked for onto anyone but me. Need help finding/getting a good word in for work! Sure!! *Gives me links to indeed and Job service sites I'm already on/refuses to say my application is in the mix for positions at their workplaces or downright says they don't know if I'm a good worker even though I gave them my sick day and late count and all that fun stuff to pass off or downright doesn't tell me there's a good opening they know about*

Oh such-and-such is happy where they're at? So-and-so Can't hold a job because they keep quitting? *Gives information about good jobs and puts in a good word for them and sticks their neck out to get them hired.. is surprised when the offer is rejected by the family that says they're already okay with their current work or the unreliable friend they got hired quits*... Oh woe is me, I need help and there's no one to turn to!! *Refuses to call me knowing I have the day off, have my phone on, and have said I'm free that day... Asks literally every other person even the ones that demand payment for the job or can only do a part of it.. or just ends up doing it themselves by dropping another important obligation instead of calling me*

:(

The most common excuse for that last one is. 'oh I didn't want to make you more stressed.'

Um... I offered? I was here the whole time? What...?

*sigh*

I suppose I wouldn't be thinking of that stuff or be so upset by it all except for the fact I'm told these things and then I'm shown (and told) this last week people think I'm EXTREMELY lazy...

My dad and everyone else wants me to/thinks I should work more than 3 days a week... Or should get on disability if it's 'that hard.' Obviously they've never tried and seen THAT shit show... I have looked into it. Not only have I gotten treated like something to be disgusted by friends, family, medical professionals, and jobs alike (because it's oh so despicable to be on social security while young and spry- even though I have medically frail on my damn chart I'm apparently 'young and spry'- fuck you) when I've tried to pursue it, also being on it ISN'T a cake walk.. the restrictions. The WORK you have to do (and the work you can't do!! I'm right in the middle and technically can work too much for disability, but not enough for getting by on my own). The shit you have to go through... My own therapist told me some programs I could pursue would put me further behind where I am and I could possibly never get out... And she was the one that pushed me to get foodstamps, so it's not like she thinks they're hooey...

My dad thinks me working 3 days a week and refusing to do more lest I break down all the time is just.. lazy.. unfortunate... Stupid. He wants me to take all these homeowners and car buying and loan classes... Like I'm EVER going to be able to afford a single one of those things.. or think it's a good idea to throw down $25-$150 a pop for a class, let alone spend 8 hours taking one (I'd love to and think they're amazing things, but uh...)... Like somehow it'll 'convince' me to 'work harder'.

DUDE.

What.

The.

FUCK.

Is WRONG with you?!

I get it... I seriously can't work more days a week. If I do, I completely spiral out of control from the pressure as well as the guilt from spiraling and and.. you get the idea. I just do. I know I do. And I found my balance in 3 days on.

It's pretty easy to think 4 days off are, well.. 4 days off. 4 days to play. 4 days of freedom. But... I make things... I've made two blankets already. One more I'm working on.. usually AT work because I'm so busy. Birthday gifts. Christmas gifts. Holiday gifts. Trying to do commissions too to get more money in. Also.. em... I'm usually awake during the day to.. make appointments because my health is just a mess.. helping the friends that HAVE asked for help... Running errands because I can't at night (partly due to Covid changing everything's hours)... Or if I HAPPEN to get to.. I'm sleeping because I'm on a night schedule.. at night if anyone had need of me I'd be right there!! But guess what, THEY are sleeping. If I actually have a night off (which I haven't in nearly a month now because I CAN go over to my friend who needs help's house at 5 in the morning.. after I drop W0lfie off at work or I'd be there sooner.) I'm DOING things. Wednesday itself happens to be dedicated to FIXING my sleep schedule that I screwed doing everything my sisters need or want me to do during the day... It's up to ME to screw MY sleep so THEY can get or have what they need/want... Never mind they refuse (with legitimate reasons) to do the same for me (though I have legitimate reasons I could say no as well, but ooooh I'm the 'bad guy').

*rubs face* I'm so busy my mind and body is screaming at me in pain. Sooo lazy 🙄

But yet I'm shit because I refuse to work more.

Idk what it is, okay? I. Don't. Know. Maybe it's the fact that I'm Autistic and something overloads that hasn't been address like ever and so has only gotten worse (this is my guess), or the PTSD is doing something (my therapist's guess--- which not to derail but WHO ELSE IS IN THERAPY IN MY FAMILY?! you want to guess? That's right, NO ONE... No one is even TRYING to deal with theirs, and I don't just mean the pandemic. Big sister had it as bad, if not worse than I did. Refuses. Dad and step mom knows they do. Little sister scared. Little bro disinterested. 'There's no time' or 'costs too much' despite several having free sessions available to them via their job and Heath insurance- with multiple options- and everyone but little sister making more than they ever have in their lives on top of relying on others to pay any bills they can't keep up on... GRR).. or something else that just makes me become such a wreck. I hate it more than anyone else, you know.. because I have to live with it AND everyone telling me how lazy and lucky and entitled and how 'much' I am.

...

And you want to know what sparked all of this?

Tevs worked a 12+ hour day that ended up having me woken up by the cats that hadn't been fed.

Let me explain... Tevs and I got into it badly after I was continually deprived of sleep because she was working so much and blaming me for 'making' her deal with stuff at home I didn't even know were problems. She continued to explode and explode and treat W0lfie and I TERRIBLY after work as well AND continually told our other friends and family she so desperately needed a vacation and LESS work, and just kept pulling 10, 11, 13 hour days she didn't have to... All while not eating or drinking or having bathroom breaks... and I was DONE with it. I have and had offered to do more, just need to be directed on what needs to be done that I can do while they're asleep (duh) so she had no leg to stand on there... With the rest... She promised to not work more than 10 hour shifts (agreed upon because I have a 10hr shift at work with no breaks too) AND to either let us know in advance if she was going to be late so I could feed the cats, or have someone do SOMETHING to get the cats fed so they weren't deliberately jumping on me to wake me up... You know.. communicate a little more. Do a little better so she wasn't killing herself working. She promised.

Well..

Apparently (new information to me) a promise and Tevs giving her word.. are two different things. Promises don't matter. Giving her word had weight.

What. The. Fuck.

So MY getting upset this last week that not only was she working more than 10 hours... Not only did she not tell anyone about it.. not only did the cats come to wake me up (after I had FINALLY fallen asleep a short while before due to just how BUSY I was that day, and it was Wednesday 😭)... But she also REFUSED to speak to ANYONE and tell her where she was/that she was safe- completely and deliberately ghosting everyone... Until she showed up at my dad's house 12+ hours after the start of her shift in which she didn't eat, didn't drink, and didn't use the bathroom for the entirely duration..

...

I was told to back off. That my upset was unfounded. That I was just like our horrible mother and I was just trying to control her life.

Does that sound right to you?

It does to my dad. I would wager my step mom. All of their friends. And of course Tevs.

Nevermind that W0lfie was just as freaked out and upset... That she actually has a front row seat as to what I go through now/how hard I try to be kind and careful and respectful and relaxed and NOT controlling and finally gets it... And that she's now directly effected by all of it too... And agrees this is MESSED UP as hell...

No.

I'm shit. I need to work more. I need to move out and be on my own. I need to not rely on anyone. I am 'too much'.

Where did it all go wrong?

I now understand exactly why I felt and still do feel unloved. It's because of this stuff... I got smacked and told I was never alone or on my own.. that I had so much support and help... but.. well.. yes I was. My mind and abilities and more belittled or looked over in favor of others to bring up. Everyone is guilty of doing this to me in my family. I won't go into details because it's a lot. Many times.. many bad ones... Often I was told my reality wasn't the truth too. How is that supportive? I appreciate every bit they have ever done for me, but trying to point out where they fell (just like all people do).. I'm suddenly the most ungrateful thing ever.

My own parents rely on each other AND a third party (their son) to pay the bills... My dad's siblings both live with his parents... My step mom's family members live with each other and rely on one another to get bills paid.... Not a single one is forced or really suggested to go room with randos if they can't do it on their own. It was brought up to W0lfie that it's an option for her this last week... But guess fucking what she got that I didn't AS WELL as that.. "We'll always have a place for you here."

I did get that when I was younger and nearly kicked out for refusing to tell my mother I was Trans. I eventually caved, but, HA they didn't believe me. That mess was sorted out.. messily and I got to stay... Lucky me... Not to mention the fact that only NOW I might finally be able to just accept it and not closet myself for the sake of everyone else because I'm THAT done.. yay therapy. I'll accept being non-binary because I can never actually be a man the way anyone around me will ever accept or believe.. but I'm not accepting 'being a woman'. Screw you peeps XP

...

I don't get that kind of support because I'm their eyes.. I'm too much. Should be able to do it on my own. Too lazy. Too awful as Tevs has managed to paint by completely omitting important details.. I can't say things in a few words. I just can't. Because this is exactly what happens... But regardless.. that's all she ever shares. Just enough I'm a monster. I'm sick and tired of it.

Reminds me...

My dad and mom and the rest of our family would never get birthday gifts or holiday cards or anything if I wasn't around. Same with our siblings. I remember. I make. I remind. I push. But... They don't even know about that. About what I try to do for them that gets twisted to look like it's all Tev's doing because I often can't make it to deliver it myself... And when I do idk.. I guess I do it wrong or something because it's so... Blah of a response.. like they think I'm NOT responsible for it and just taking credit... That hurts. A LOT.

...

I'm going to try. One more time. Once more. With Tevs. Give her one more chance to make and keep her word. To not bulldoze and make excuses and talk me up like some sort of unreasonable monster if/when she doesn't... And one more chance for my parents to hear me out. Get the full story. Get my feelings and experiences in return. On Monday I might have a chance to lay it all out. Maybe. I want to try. And if I get the same treatment.. well.. I think they might just be cut out of my life if I finally make it out on my own like they want. (Hopefully something income based will open up for me.. hopefully... I'm considering looking into a different city altogether to well and truly get away from them.. but that would depend on getting a job too.. bluh)

Ah that's a another thing too though.. the thing is.. I CAN work. I CAN pull 7 days a week, 16 hour days without spiraling!!! Making. I am a crafter. If making dresses or cosplays or embroidering or making blankets or trinkets or... If I was able to do THAT.. I could work and work and work no problem... Maybe even drawing..

But with the stress of this job and my other obligations, I can barely touch those things to even get started... Stick in the rut.. and materials are so expensive if I need anything extra I hit a roadblock... Totally locked in... And it breaks my heart...

I'm not lazy... I'm in the wrong job 😞

[sebthesnipe]

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Prompt: Karma / Kneel

Ship:  Logicality

Note: I had planned on writing another chapter of My Dearest Procyon but a friend seemed to be having a rough day so I wrote here some fluffy Logicality instead. 

Logan sat at his desk, back straight with perfect posture as his pen glided across the paper before him. It was late. Far later than Logan typically allowed himself to stay up. He set a strict schedule for himself and he tended to ensure that he stuck to it. 

Still, as he glanced at the clock on the shelf above his desk, he frowned. 02:14 AM. His bed time had passed over four hours ago. He adjusted his glasses before focusing back on the written words that seemed to fail him. 

“Dear, 

Dearest,

My Dearest Patton,

I have recently discovered, I have come to realize, I have many things that I wish to discuss with you, but I do not know where to begin. I have never quite been very skilled at discussing things of an emotional nature. To my good fortune, you have always been there to guide me in the direction needed when the occasion arrived for such things. 

I unfortunately find myself to be inadequate in your presence. I can not begin to describe to find to express Despite my intellect and extensive vocabulary, words fail me. It appears that despite my many attempts to discuss the topic of my experience lack of emotional response physical and emotional reaction to your presence, I have failed. 

I fear I may have made things worse by attempting to gain some insight into expressing my troubles by speaking to Roman. He does seem to have an innate ability to woo our more somber friend.  He claimed that I was incapable of speaking to you about these responses due to his state being ‘shook’. Though, I am not quite certain what he means and why he claims ‘shaken’ is grammatically incorrect, but he made his point clear. 

It appears that while I am in your presence, I am unable to think properly due to a number of chemical reactions. I will admit, I had pursued research on the topic for fear that whatever the cause of my lack of judgement, this perpetual state of incoherence may prove to be permanent . Roman assured me that this is karma though it is still unclear as to what Hinduism has to do with any of this. 

It would appear that when I am in a close proximity to you, my brain releases dopamine, adrenaline, serotonin, estrogen, and testosterone creating an intoxicating mixture that, in Roman’s words, causes me to ‘ghost’ anyone and everyone near me. I am unsure about his choice of vernacular, but his point was clear. 

It is apparent that I care for you a great deal more than I have ever cared for another person. You are the figurative star at the center of my solar system. You shine more brightly than the sun itself. Every time I am gifted with the sound of your laughter, my heart breaks with the overflow of emotions the sound causes.

Furthermore, to compare you to a star is admittedly unfair. Though I have a passion for astronomy, the sorrowful beauty of a star could never measure against your own. Stars are dying structures billions of years away from Earth. Most of which have already died and remain ghosts in the sky. You are nothing so morbid. 

Your light and beauty are everbright, never to be extinguished even within the test of time. Your warmth and protection, the light and beauty you bring out from within all of us, these are qualities which will never die. Therefore, you can not compare to a star when a star will inevitably fail. 

I fear that even these words prove to be insufficient withmy intention. I am no poet and I do not pretend to be such. However, I am not ashamed to present another poet's words to assist me in my attempt at disclosure. 

The words of Geoffrey Chaucer come to mind when I think of the way you affect me. His poem, Rondel of Merciless Beauty, seems to express my feelings towards you adequately:

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;

Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. Only your word will heal the injury

To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean—

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene. Upon my word, I tell you faithfully

Through life and after death you are my queen;

For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;

Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen…..”

Logan read the words once more, taking in the numerous lines of red ink, striking through unnecessary sentences. His frown deepened before he tore the page out with a frustrated huff. He crumpled the  page violently between his hands, tossing it into the already overflowing bin next to the door. 

This was utterly hopeless! He was not some romantic protagonist in one of Roman’s poorly written romance novels! There was no reason he couldn’t just walk up to the smaller man and confess his feelings like an adult!

A knock at his door made the lanky individual start, heart pounding against his chest in surprise. He glanced at his clock once more: 02:17 AM. No one should be up at this hour. Even Virgil tended to be in bed by now. 

He pushed to his feet, pulling the end of the tie that hung loosely over his shoulders from where he had unfastened it in his frustration after his seventh draft of the letter. He deposited the wrinkled silken fabric onto his desk before moving to curiously pull open the door. 

Patton stood just outside the fairly spacious bedroom dressed comfortably in his cat onsie, a steaming mug in his tired hands. He peered up at Logan and offered a small tired smile. Logan’s heart stopped.

“Well, hiya,” Patton greeted, his usually chipper voice a bit sluggish with sleep, “I saw your light on, on my way to get a glass of water. I figured you’d probably be up with one of your late night projects so I brought you a cup of joe, Lo,” he chuckled, shooting Logan a wink. 

“I-I…” The taller man stuttered, face flushing in panic, “I.. Yes.”

The answer to a question Patton most certainly didn’t ask, had his brows furrowing. It was obvious that Logan was once again short circuiting, but Patton graciously chose not to comment on it. Instead, he offered the warm mug out to the larger man, giving him another one of those million dollar smiles Logan had just been writing about. The taller man practically swooned.

“You’ve been staying up well past your bedtime lately, kiddo,” Patton commented, glancing down at the bin next to his roommate and the crumpled papers scattered around it. “What a mess! You really have been working hard, haven’t you? I worry about you sometimes,” he continued kneeling down to pick up one of the balls of yellow stationary. “You’re such a busy bee. You really should allow yourself more rest, bee-cause sleep is important,” he laughed as he started unraveling the page, “What are you working on anyways?” 

Logan willed himself to move to no avail. He needed to get the paper away from the smaller man! He needed to do it now! Despite his attempts, Logan’s arms remained stubbornly where they were, both gripping the ceramic mug in his hands so tightly that his knuckles were pale. 

His body heated with embarrassment as his gaze became glued to Patton’s gentle features, taking in the way his forehead dimpled as he concentrated on what he was reading. 

Logan could scream if his body wasn’t betraying him in such a horribly demented way! Why was he allowing this?! This could ruin their friendship! This could be the last time he would be allowed to see Patton because he allowed his emotions to get the best of him! He needed to shut them down and shut them down now!

“Oh,” Patton breathed softly, sending a spike of terror through Logan’s heart. “Oh my.” The spike dug deeper causing the gangly geek physical pain. 

“Patton, I can explain-” Logan rushed, finally finding his voice.

“I had no idea you felt this way,” the smaller man breathed, peering up at his roommate, gaze glistening with the threat of tears. 

Logan was no longer convinced that a ‘spike’ was a good analogy. No, he was fairly certain that his heart had just been hit with an explosive ice grenade. He had made Patton cry! He would never forgive himself for this! He deserved-

“This is beautiful, Logan,” Patton added softly, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears, stopping Logan’s panic in its tracks. “I wish I had known…”

“You… You think so?” Logan asked lamely, the cup shaking slightly in his hands.

“Of course!” Patton chuckled, pressing the wrinkled paper against his chest. “Are all of them like this?” He asked, glancing down at the piles in awe.

“Well… To some degree,” the taller roommate admitted, taking a step back to glance at them as well. “Some are admittedly more composed than others.” 

“Logan…” Patton’s voice cracked around the word, the tears beginning to flow more freely now. 

Logan set the mug aside quickly, unsure of how to respond. He was not very good at comfort, that was Patton’s department. He reached out for the smaller individual, knowing Patton prefered physical contact.

“I’m so sorry, Patton. It was not my intention to upset you!” he rushed.

“I’m not upset, Logan,” Patton chuckled wetly, covering his face. “I’m just so happy. I thought I… I didn’t know you… I didn’t know you could feel that way, much less about me!” 

Logan blinked at him in surprise. Patton wasn’t upset? No, he could see the small dimples on his cheeks that usually were an indication of his large grin, even though they were currently hidden behind his hands. Patton was smiling. Relief washed through the taller man.

“Patton, may I,” Logan paused, still unsure of himself but feeling his own happiness warm him. “May I embrace- oof!” 

He barely managed to get the word out before Patton was slamming into him, arms tightly wrapping around Logan’s waist. The little man was surprisingly solid against Logan’s chest as he returned the hold. 

Patton buried his face in his roommate’s dark polo, his tears leaving small damp stains as he breathed in the earthy scent of wood and lavender that always seemed to cling to the other man. It was a comforting sensation that Patton had often found himself thinking about late into the evening when he was unable to sleep.

They remained that way for some time, hovering in Logan’s doorway silently, clinging to one another as if they letting go would cause them to drown. 

“Does this mean, if I were to venture an inquiry, to say, dinner this Friday, you would be inclined to accept?” Logan asked finally, flushing.

“Yes! Of course!” Patton replied without hesitation, pulling away just far enough to peer up at him, face beaming with happiness that caused Logan’s breath to hitch. How could one man be so breathtakingly beautiful?

Without a thought, the taller man’s hand lifted to Patton’s check, bending low to brush his lips against the small peak of the other’s nose. 

La fin...

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[doomedhowell]

It’s Only The Beginning

Summary: Dan and Phil are currently on tour in America. They’re just getting to LA, unfortunately they’ve been stopped before they can even get to their hotel due to traffic. Phil think it’s about the virus going around, Dan doesn’t believe it.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2,145

Beta: thanks so much to @phloridas for beta’ing this fic such last minute! :D

A/N: This is my @phandomficfests fic!! This is for the prompt when Dan and Phil are on tour when the zombie virus starts, but I based this on Fear The Walking Dead.

“Did you hear about that virus going around?” Phil asks quietly as he sits next to Dan in the lounge. They’ve been sitting on the tour bus for the past couple hours, heading to their next tour location.

“Ugh. Not you too. Literally everyone is talking about it online,” Dan rolls his eyes.

“Dan, this is serious. People are really freaking out. I mean, haven’t you seen that video?” Phil asks, frowning at his boyfriend. For the past few weeks, Phil’s been hearing about this crazy virus that’s been going around, and Phil’s only paying attention because he and Dan are currently on tour where they meet hundreds of people every single day. He doesn’t want the chance of either of them getting sick.

“What video?” Dan asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks up at Phil.

“Look,” Phil pulls up a video on his phone and then hands the phone to Dan. “Watch that. It’s insane. Apparently the police have been trying to hide it but someone leaked it. Everybody’s talking about it.”

Dan presses play on the video, leaning back a little against Phil.

On the video, it shows a couple policemen  trying to shoot someone. They shoot him multiple times, but the man just keeps getting back up. The man attacks one of the policemen, and bites his neck.

“There’s no way that’s real,” Dan says when the video finishes. “It’s probably fake, or something, Phil... you know, to scare people.”

“You think it’s fake?” Phil asks. “Everybody is saying it’s fake… but I think it’s real. Aren’t you worried?”

“I got more important things to worry about,” Dan says, handing the phone back to Phil. “We’re on tour, and… I don’t need some possible sickness to add to my stress levels.”

“I get what you’re saying. Just… try to be conscious. We don’t need to be getting sick on tour,” Phil says. He stands up and loses his balance when the tour bus stops suddenly. “What the hell?”

“Why are we stopping?” Dan asks, standing up as well. He walks down the bus and to the driver. “Hey, why are we stopping? There’s no way we’re there yet.”

“We just got to L.A,” the driver tells him. “Traffic is backed up. Everybody’s stopped.”

Dan walks back to the lounge and looks out the window. “What the fuck?” He wonders out loud when he sees all the cars stopped in traffic. “Why is everybody just stopping? Can’t be that bad.”

“I don’t know… I hear L.A is pretty bad when it comes to traffic,” Phil replies with a shrug, kneeling beside Dan to look out the window as well. “There was probably an accident or something.”

“Probably. We can’t be stuck too long. We have a tight schedule,” he says.

“Let’s just wait a little while, and if we’re still stuck… we’ll come up with a Plan B, okay?” Phil suggests.

“Fine,” Dan agrees, too tired to argue with Phil. “Wow. People are really getting angry.”

Phil bites his lip nervously as he watches people getting out of the cars, and honking angrily. He thinks this has something to do with the virus going around, but he knows Dan will only get more annoyed if he brings it up again. He only hopes he and Dan will be able to get out of this horrible traffic soon and get to the hotel, where he knows the two of them will be safe. He doesn’t know what they will be safe from, but, they will be safe.

Phil stands up and grabs the remote, turning on the TV so he can watch  the news.

“What are you doing?” Dan asks as he watches Phil curiously.

“Turning on the news for a second,” Phil mumbles in reply. “Just to see if anyone is talking about this.”

“The traffic?” Dan asks, raising his eyebrows. “Why would traffic be on the news?”

“Dan,” Phil rolls his eyes. “To see why there’s traffic. There could have been an accident or something, and I wanna know how long we’re going to be sitting here. Like you said, we have a tight schedule.”

“Oh,” Dan slides down and sits on the seat again. “This isn’t about that virus again, is it?”

“Dan,” Phil groans. “That virus is serious, and you need to pay attention to it. I don’t care if you think that it’s fake, because it might not end up being fake and then you’ll pay for it later when you do get sick.”

Dan rolls his eyes and sinks down on the seat, kicking his feet up. “Okay Phil,” he says.

Phil finally finds the news channel, and keeps his eyes peeled for anything related to the virus, and traffic.

An hour later, and the tour bus has barely moved a couple inches. The only time they did move is because people finally got sick of waiting and just left. Dan is starting to get impatient as time goes on, while Phil is only getting more worried about what’s really going on.

“We shouldn’t wait much longer,” Phil finally speaks up.

“And, do what? It’s not like an Uber is going to come pick us up in this mess,” Dan sighs.

“The hotel isn’t that far away. Maybe we should just go ahead and walk? And have the driver meet us whenever traffic clears,” Phil says. “We gotta get to the hotel now. We’ve got stuff to do that can’t wait, and we need to get some sleep tonight because I am not allowing you to stay up all night again.”

“Walk? Are you crazy?” Dan asks, sitting up. “We can’t walk to the hotel!”

“You got any other brilliant ideas?” Phil asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks over at Dan.

“Well, no… but,” Dan begins. “There’s no way we can walk to the hotel. This is us we’re talking about! Seriously, when’s the last time we did any real exercise? We’ll never make it out there!”

Phil rolls his eyes. “Quit being dramatic, Dan. We’re walking… get your stuff ready. I’m gonna talk to Eric,” he says. He stands up, and then walks down the hallway to talk to their driver, Eric.

15 minutes later, Dan and Phil both have their suitcases ready.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. We’re actually going to get murdered,” Dan grumbles before following Phil off of the tour bus. “Aren’t you the least bit worried about this?”

“Of course, but… we don’t really have a choice right now, do we?” Phil asks. “It’s going to be fine.”

“That’s what they all say before things go to hell,” Dan mumbles.

“Come on, let’s just go,” Phil mumbles and starts walking towards their hotel.

The two boys make it closer to the city, where they can see their hotel. However, by the time they get to the hotel, everything is chaos. People are protesting because the police are shooting “innocent people”, and now people are starting fires and breaking everything.

Phil’s terrified, and Dan’s trying to stay calm so Phil doesn’t panic more, but he’s just as equally terrified.

“Holy shit, come on, Phil! We’ve got to get to the hotel, or-or… somewhere safe!” Dan shouts with panic. He reaches over and quickly grabs Phil’s hand, not caring if anyone sees them or not because he only wants to protect Phil. Being outed by a viewer is the last thing that was on Dan’s mind.

Phil grips onto Dan’s hand tightly. “This is the last time we’re ever going on tour!”

Dan drags Phil through the crowd, avoiding everyone at all costs. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks, causing Phil to bump right into him. Dan’s eyes widen with fear at the sight of someone, or something, attacking another human’s neck. It was a human, but they didn’t look so human anymore.

“Holy shit,” Dan breathes, unable to look away from the sight.

“Dan, we have to go. Now, come on,” Phil grabs Dan, pulling him away and heading towards the hotel.

“You were right,” Dan says as he follows Phil. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you earlier.”

“I want to say I told you so but now isn’t the time. We’re here, come on!” Phil drags Dan into the hotel. There’s still chaos everywhere with people running around and trying to get away from all the riots that are going on outside, but at least they’re much safer now in the hotel.

Dan and Phil rush to the check-in desk, hoping to get some answers.

“I know things are crazy right now, please tell me you’re letting people stay still? We booked a room…”

“A hotel is probably the safest place to be right now, Sir,” the lady at the desk assures them, smiling. Dan’s honestly surprised that this lady is still smiling and also being friendly with all this chaos happening, he can’t imagine how stressed she is working at a place like this at this time “Names?”

“Dan Howell and Phil Lester,” Phil replies, letting out a sigh in relief.

Luckily, the boys manage to get the room they booked. That’s where they head immediately.

“What the hell are we supposed to do? There’s no way we’re doing the show tomorrow,” Dan says once they enter the hotel room. “Like, I don’t even think we can postpone the tour at this point.”

“I don’t want to think about tour right now, Dan. There’s too much going on. This is only the beginning of whatever this is. I can’t help but have a bad feeling in my stomach,” Phil says.

“You saw what I saw right?” Dan asks breathlessly, setting his suitcase down on the floor.

“Oh, the whole… uh, policeman getting his face eaten by another human? Yeah, I saw that, don’t worry,” Phil confirms. “Must have something to do with the virus everybody was talking about. I knew it was real.”

“Sorry I didn’t believe you Phil,” Dan mumbles. “I honestly didn’t want to believe it. If that was the virus you were talking about, it’s only a matter of time before things get even more crazy.”

“I understand. No need to apologize,” Phil assures him, setting his suitcase down as well.

Dan looks over at Phil. “If this is really happening, and we’re stuck here… fuck. Phil, what if we can’t make it back home? What if we never get to see our families again?” He asks, taking a deep breath.

Phil frowns, and walks over to Dan. “I know, Dan. We have each other at least,” he whispers.

Dan wraps his arms around Phil and hugs him. “I’m glad we’re together. I don’t know what I would have done without you. Probably would be panicking a lot worse than I am right now,” he chuckles.

“Probably,” Phil agrees, laughing when Dan playfully shoves him.

“What are we going to do? Just… bunk here?” Dan asks. “I mean, we are safe. For now.”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t leave the hotel unless we absolutely have to. There’s food, and water…” Phil says, nodding over to where the mini bar is. “Let’s just, try to get a hold of everyone back in England.”

“And, if they don’t know… we should probably warn them,” Dan adds.

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea,” Phil agrees.

Dan and Phil manage to get a hold of Phil’s family first, and they speak to them for quite a while about what’s happening in the states. Kathryn assures Dan that she will contact his family for him since she would have a better chance of getting a hold of them. Dan just wants his family to be safe.

“Do you think Eric will be okay?” Phil asks quietly, when he and Dan are cuddled up on the bed together, holding each other. They’re both too afraid to leave the room for anything, or turn on the tv, and they definitely don’t want to look out the window. There’s so much noise coming from outside.

Dan can’t help but let out a laugh. “What?” He asks, looking over at Phil.

“I just feel bad that we left him,” Phil mumbles. “He has no chance if he’s out there by himself.”

“Hey, we had no idea what was up ahead. I feel bad too, but I’m sure he’ll be fine. He seems strong…” Dan replies with a shrug. “I’m just glad you dragged me out of that bus.”

“I was gonna drag you out anyways, even if you did say no,” Phil looks up at Dan.

“Go ahead and say it,” Dan says, rolling his eyes. “I know you want to. Just get it out of the way already.”

Phil giggles. “I told you so,” he whispers before leaning over and gently kissing Dan once.

Everything will be fine, Dan tells himself. As long as he’s with Phil, everything will be fine.

[taexual]

EXO / Your weird sleeping habits

Request: Hello, could you do an Exo reaction about waking up and see their gf/wife’s feet next to their faces? Thanks! 

Thank you @mymisstina for requesting this! I know it’s not exactly what you wanted but hopefully you’ll still enjoy! 💕      

Xiumin

He loved cuddling and spooning very much, which is why the two of you always fell asleep holding each other and sharing your body warmth. What happened after you fell asleep, however, was a complete mystery to you and him, both.

Every single morning, your limbs got entangled so horribly that it took you at least five minutes to understand which hand was yours, and which wasn’t.

“Babe, you just kicked me,” Minseok said in his morning voice as you tried to get off of him one morning. “Oh! You did it again!”

“Sorry. I don’t even understand where my legs are, so I don’t know how it’s possible for me to kick you,” you told him, still half-asleep.

“Well, it’s definitely possib—ow, Y/n, seriously!” he was wide awake now. “Let me help you.”

He tried to sit up but his movements turned out not as graceful as he expected and he ended up pulling your hair by accident.

“Is this your revenge for me allegedly kicking you?” you asked with a pout while you gathered your hair away from him so he wouldn’t damage it again.

“Allegedly?!” Minseok asked. “I’ll have bruises. You should become a professional… kicker or something.”

“Minseok, that’s not a thin—”

“Ah, you know what? I can’t seem to figure a way out of the mess that we’re in,” he said, suddenly falling back down into the pillows and dragging you down with him. “So, as long as you don’t kick me anymore, we can just stay in bed the whole day.”

Suho

He didn’t like to fall asleep before you and claimed that this never happened but you had recordings on your phone that proved him otherwise. Tonight was another one of those nights where you were lying in bed, wide awake, and Junmyeon was already snoring softly next to you.

Quietly, you picked up your phone from the bedside table and turned the voice recorder on. You held your breath for a few seconds so you could record the sounds of him sleeping to show him later.

Once you were satisfied with the recording, you turned it off and titled it dramatically, in capital letters, JUNMYEON FALLING ASLEEP BEFORE ME, PT. 67.

Only right before you were press ‘save’, you felt one of those random, weird muscle twitches in your arm and that forced you to release your phone. You heard it land loudly on Junmyeon’s face, startling him awake.

“Huh?!” he looked around in bewilderment while you covered your mouth with your hands, not really sure if you were about to apologize or laugh. His eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, and he found your face. “Y/n, what happened?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said innocently. “Your voice woke me up.”

“You were sleeping?” he asked, smug all of a sudden. “I knew you fell asleep before me.”

You resisted the urge to smile, knowing very well that you had a lot of proof that this was not the case. You chose to ignore his statement for now, and instead make him a surprise presentation, titled ‘YOU ALWAYS FALL ASLEEP BEFORE ME but I still love you’ and list all of the times when he didn’t realize he was so tired, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, and yet still claimed he stayed awake long enough to hear you fall asleep.

Lay

Yixing’s favorite part of the day was waking up next to you. He loved cuddling up next to you and kissing your neck while he waited for you to wake up. However, you made this hard to happen due to the fact that you tossed and turned a lot in your sleep.

More often than not, you woke up on top of him, or halfway hanging out of bed, or even with your feet on your pillow, next to his face.

The latter was exactly the case when Yixing woke up this morning. He tried to wrap his arm around your waist and got really confused when he felt your legs next to him.

He opened his eyes and it took him a few seconds to realize that you were upside down and that your head was on the other side of the bed.

“Y/n… how do you even do that?” he asked but you were still sound asleep and didn’t hear him.

Not wanting to wake you up, he chose to get the most out of this situation and positioned himself so he could comfortably lay his head on your thighs, using them as his new pillow. He felt you twitch under him but didn’t react.

“Yixing, what are you doing?” you groaned out, not fully awake yet.

“Shh,” he hushed. “Go back to sleep.”

“Why are you laying on me..? Is that even comfortable?” you continued to ask.

He cuddled up into you, smiling in content. “I’ve never felt more comfortable in my life.”

Baekhyun

Your sleeping schedule consisted of laying in bed together, arms around each other, whispering sweet-nothings and talking about the day that you both had. Even if you spent the whole day together, you’d be telling each other about the moments that you enjoyed most of all.

None of you knew which one fell asleep first because it always seemed as if both of you dozed off at the same time. But by the time you did fall asleep, you were so exhausted that you didn’t move the entire night and always woke up in the same exact spot that you fell asleep in, both of your arms numb from having it wrapped around each other the entire night.

“I can’t move,” you complained when you woke up and tried to roll away from him.

“Me neither,” Baekhyun agreed. “But I don’t mind staying in this position until my arms and legs fall off.”

You laughed. “You have to go to work in a few hours, though.”

“My work is holding you in my arms right now. It’s the most important job in the world.”

Chen

Jongdae loved to spend the night at your house because this way he had a chance to spend even more time with you, despite both of you being asleep. However, lately, he realized that sleeping with you was close to a hilarious nightmare.

“Oh my God!” you gasped one night, jolting him awake.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“I can’t believe this!” you continued.

He waited a few seconds until his eyes adjusted to the darkness and then he realized that your eyes were closed and you were most likely asleep.

“Y/n?” he tried again, not being able to believe that you actually sleep-talked.

“How could you have built a fence around our house without asking me?!” you questioned someone in your sleep angrily.

Jongdae had to cover his mouth with the duvet to stifle in the sudden wave of laughter that overcame him.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mumbled. “I can’t believe I married you.”

A smile that decorated Jongdae’s face got even bigger when he heard you say those last words. He took a mental note to tease you about the fence around your house when you finally got married someday.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol was sleeping peacefully next to you with one of his arms draped over your waist. Soon, however, he was rudely awakened from peaceful slumber with a harsh slap to his cheek. He jumped up in bed instantly, looking around with terrified eyes, too confused to understand what just happened.

The only other person in the room was you and you were snoring calmly right next to him, a little drool on the pillow next to your face. The realization that you had just hit him in your sleep reached him really fast and he didn’t have enough time to cover up the laugh that escaped his mouth.

Your eyes shot open instantly. “What happened?!”

“N-nothing, baby,” he tried to say through laughter. “Go back to sleep.”

“Why are you awake?” you asked, squinting. “What time is it?”

“You kind of woke me up,” he admitted, still laughing. “What did you dream about?”

“I… I think I was in a race or something,” you tried to recall. Chanyeol burst into another wave of laughter.

“Babe, I don’t know what kind of races you’re participating in, but you literally hit me in the face in your sleep,” he told you finally, forcing your eyes to shot open.

“I hit you? Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you sat up so you could inspect his face even though it was dark. “Are you okay? Did it hurt?”

“No, not really. It did wake me up, though,” Chanyeol admitted.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, biting your lip. “I can’t believe I did this.”

Chanyeol laughed again. “It’s okay. Let’s get back to sleep. Only maybe let’s sleep with your back turned to me so you’ll punch a lamp on the nightstand instead of my face, yeah?”

You groaned, lying back down. “You’ll never let me live this down, will you?”

“Hey! You just punched me in the face, I think I have the right to tease you about it.”

D.O.

You and Kyungsoo were generally pretty calm when it came to sleeping. However, what Kyungsoo failed to realize, was that whenever he was really exhausted, he slept in a starfish position, hogging the entire bed, and more often than not, holding you in a death grip under his right arm and leg.

And Kyungsoo was like a furnace, which was extremely hard on you in the summertime. So, naturally, you tried to get out from under him without waking him up.

And that worked.

Only downside of that was that you ended up on the floor after having miscalculated the size of your bed.

“Y/n?” Kyungsoo’s sleepy voice called out. “Where did you go..?”

“I’m right here, baby,” you groaned, getting up from the floor. “Just… taking a quick walk.”

“A what?” he wasn’t awake enough to understand anything you were saying.

“Nothing. Sleep,” you said, kissing his temple quickly and trying to find a spot on the bed which he hasn’t occupied yet.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not in bed with me,” he said, despite being basically asleep already.

“That’s a problem, considering you’re in the very middle of the bed,” you said quietly as you lied down next to him carefully.

He heard you lie down but didn’t feel you. “Come closer.”

He had raised his arm, waiting for you to roll under it so he could cuddle your closer. Sighing deeply, you prepared to be burned from his body warmth, as you moved closer to him. Hearing him sigh happily once he felt your body next to his was worth the discomfort, though.

Kai

This happened multiple times and caused Jongin indescribable panic each time. He would wake up at night and find you standing next to the bed, staring at the wall in front of you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” he asked awkwardly as his heartbeat sped up immediately.

You didn’t reply anything.

He was suddenly scared that you were angry at him, so he got out of bed and walked around, so he could look at you. He jumped back when he saw that your eyes were closed and you were seemingly asleep, and yet you were standing.

“How are you…” he waved a hand in front of your face but you didn’t react.

He tried to touch you but you didn’t react, either.

“Okay. Let’s go back to bed,” Jongin whispered, then.

He tried to carefully guide you back into bed without waking you up but it proved to be hard because one of his dogs woke up and got scared to see him awake, so it began to bark loudly.

“Shh!” he tried but the dog paid no attention to him and continued to bark. “I don’t know what happens when you wake a person who’s sleepwalking but I’m not excited to find out, so, Jjangu, please, shut up.”

Somehow, though, he managed to guide you back to bed. Quickly, he hurried to lie down next to you and hug you tightly, so you wouldn’t get out of bed and wander off somewhere in the middle of the night.

Sehun

Sehun was on tour and hasn’t slept in the same bed with you in so long that he almost forgot what it felt like. However, soon he was rudely reminded.

Every morning after spending the night with you, he woke up at the very edge of the bed with your back pushed into him and your limbs scattered all over the free space of the bed.

“Y/n,” he whispered quietly, hoping you’ll move a little. “Babe, can you move? Just a little bit. Please?”

Your answer was a loud sigh. But you did move. A few centimeters.

This allowed him to remove himself from the edge of the bed that was starting to hurt his back but he was still dangerously close to falling out of bed.

“Baby,” he whined as he snuggled into your back. “Do you want me to break my back by falling out of bed?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed happily at the feeling of him so close to you, but Sehun took this as a positive answer and opened his eyes in shock.

However, he didn’t dare to wake you up when you looked so cute, so he just decided to suffer one more night and then tell you about your sleeping habits in the morning. Once the morning came, though, he had already forgotten what was wrong the night before. And this endless cycle of him nearly falling out of bed every night was only over when he found an alternative.

“Sehun,” you screeched in horror when one night you felt him climb on top of you. “What are you doing?”

“You leave me no space in the bed,” he explained with a teasing smile. “So I’m sleeping on top of you.”

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Kpop Ship for hobi1677

Hello and hello everyone! It’s been a hot second since I posted, but after two days of classes, I’m already ready for the semester to be over lol. Any who, I have a ship for @hobi1677 and I am excited to be shipping again. Let’s go!

Based off of your request, I have taken these traits about you to help me ship you: 

You’re 5′8, with brown hair and eyes, and pale

You describe yourself as nice and like a mom 

You’re smart

Middle of an extrovert and introvert

Doesn’t like it when people are sad 

You like roses, dancing, laughing, and listening to music

You also dislike mean or rude people

And in your request you asked me to ship you with Astro, EXO, Monsta X, and Seventeen! I am SO excited to be shipping you today, so without further a do, let’s get shippin!

Astro: MJ 

Tbh, what better person to keep you happy and smiling than this bub right here. MJ is a very sweet and goofy man(which I stretch that term) and he would always be doing something goofy to get you smile, and he wouldn’t be opposed to telling horrible jokes, don’t test him, he’ll do it. Another reason why I ship you with MJ is that I personally feel like he is in the middle of an extrovert and introvert himself. He can be AASHFSDOFo and sdkfjflkj depending on the day if that makes sense? And of course you two would have your days where you’re hyped up, and then there are other days where you just wanna lay around and chill. A cute example of you two getting hyped while you’re out would be really goofy but super cute dancing in a store if a bop would come on. Awkward arm movements, finger snapping, and head bopping would be your best moves, and you two would not only make each other laugh, but you would grab the attention of some patrons nearby and they’d be amused and think you two are super cute. And since we’re on the topic of hype, lemme tell you that MJ would be your #1 hype man. This man would be 110% supportive of anything you do. You wanna run for student council? MJ: “DO IT.” You wanna try out for the tennis team? MJ: “LET’S GO GET YOU A RACKET!” You wanna try out for the school play? MY: “I’LL HELP YOU LEARN YOUR LINES.” MJ would forever be supporting and hyping you up no matter what the situation may be. And you two would also help mom each other. You’d do an amazing job keeping his head in line when it’s comeback time and he’s stressed out, and MJ would help you out with any homework or chores you needed to do, and he would also keep up with your schedule and help remind you of errands you would need to run- you got each others backs. Moving on, a special thing I could see this ball of fluff doing is bringing you some roses every now and then. He’d get a mini half bouquet of one and he’d by one of your favorite candies to go along with it. It would always warm your heart, and you best believe he would get mushy and let you know how much he loves you. I feel like date nights would be more chill than anything. You’d go out and grab some snacks and a little store nearby and come back for a movie night full of cuddles and laughs. And then for special occasions, you and MJ would either go out for anniversaries or go out with the rest of Astro to dinner to celebrate their comeback, and of course you’d dressed up. And regarding PDA, I feel like MJ would like to be more mushy and soft with the PDA. Now don’t get it twisted, you’d always give the PDA back, but you would be more mild about it. And then there are those days where you start to feel really mushy and some really soft and gentle PDA will peek through, I love the thought of it!

EXO: Suho

So basically a mom for mom when it comes to you two, but hear me out. One thing I can see Suho doing is that he would be head over heels for his S/o. He would pamper them to death, and you best believe that you’re getting pampered. Suho would give you anything and everything you could ever need. And of course along with the pampering is your normal lovely dovey love we all love. Suho’s philosophy would be that pampering his S/o would be one way to show how much he loves you. Whether you’d realize it or not, you would give Suho so much happiness and worth, a little bit of pampering is the least he could do. And tbh, he would honestly never really expect any materialistic items back from you either. Suho would know that you love him from the bottom of your heart, and that would be the best and only present you would ever need to give to him. And continuing our fluff filled aesthetic we got going on, staying at the dorm to enjoy each others company. And then sometimes laying in bed would get too boring, so one of you would crack out the bops and you would dance around the apartment doing cute improvised dances. It would always be a fun time for the both of you, and it would always be a fun time full of laughs and fun memories. Carnival dates- holy crap let’s talk about this. Suho would be that boyfriend that will spend tens and tens of dollars to win you that teddy bear, and no matter what will happen, you are going home with that bear. And then after ten tries, you happily have the giant bear in your arms, and you splurge a little bit on the carnival food. Getting one of those giant lemonades and sharing it, and then feeding each other funnel cake, omg it would be so much fun and a small movie night would follow. It would be so cute if you fell asleep in the middle of the movie. Suho would happily cover you up more with the blanket and cuddle your closer so you could get more comfortable and you two would sleep on the couch for the night. Learning EXO’s choreo’s together when it was comeback time. Tbh, it wouldn’t matter if you would be practicing in the practice room or the dorm, you two would teach each other the dance, and it would be an amazing opportunity for Suho to get some more practice. Mirror selfies that would go on Instagram. You gotta feed the fans some fluff every now and then, and whether you’re hiding behind sweater paws and Suho is giving you a peck on the head, or you’re shoving the camera in Suho’s face for meme Su, the pictures are always adorable. And a bit more PDA rather than MJ. Mostly hand holding and hugs. But when you two see camera’s around, you’ll pull out the cheek and forehead kisses just to show everyone how cute you are together.

Monsta X: Shownu

When I was thinking about who to ship you with, I genuinely feel like Shownu and you would be an amazing duo. Shownu is normally a quiet and loving guy, and you could be that sweet and loving puzzle piece that he needs to complete the puzzle. As always, smiles are always around. Whether you’re messing with him on purpose to get him to smile, or you just do something really cute by being you and Shownu is smiling really big, there is always smiles when you two are together. Rather than one of those couples that enjoy going out all the time, I can see you and Shownu wanting to stay indoors a lot of the time, cuddled under a blanket and laying together peacefully. And when Shownu would get days off, those are always your favorite. Due to some really intense schedules depending on what’s going on in the week, Shownu would be sleeping all day, but you wouldn’t mind it in the slightest to be honest. You’d keep him cuddled close to you and he would be able to relax and enjoy you playing with his hair. It would be the ultimate healing time, and as busy and tiring as being a leader can be, Shownu deserves it 110% and you would never hold that against him for wanting to sleep for a bit. But of course there are some days where Shownu has the energy to go out and you two will go to a local mall and he’ll buy you lunch and you’ll do a little bit of shopping, and hopefully run into some fans so you can kill them with fluff. I can also seeing Shownu wanting to buy you little things here and there. Presents are always a fun surprise to keep going in a relationship, keeps the surprise factor there. And of course since he bought you something, you would buy him something. And if you were to buy him a hat or something, you best believe that Shownu is going to be seen EVERYWHERE wearing that hat. And Shownu would want to buy you little presents as one little source of gratitude for being so patient and understanding with his work. There are days and sometimes weeks where you don’t normally get to see each other, and the fact you would be patient and understanding enough to support him would mean the world to Shownu, and he’d be forever grateful for you. Moving on, I can see date night being more like traditional type of style. And when I say traditional, I mean like you two would have certain places you would go to for food, or entertainment. You'd both keep it plain jane and sweet, because you don’t need a big and fancy dinner date to have a good time. And girl, PDA with this one, buckle up. I feel like Shownu would be grabby, but in the cutest way. Hand holding, Shownu pecking your cheeks and forehead, him whining if you leave the table to use the bathroom, HUGS, that infamous eye smile with the squish cheeks. You two would be so amazing together! Like a papa and mama bear ;) 

Seventeen: Seungkwan

And last but not least, our lovely Jeju sweet pea, Seungkwan. First off, I for one can say there would be so much love, and so much sass. You two would enjoy teasing each other quite often, and of course when you’re teasing to kid and show some love and jokes, you both can get into a full out sass war, and you two are tied when it comes to who wins and who loses, it’s always fair game in the sass wars. But past the sass, Seungkwan would be madly in love with you tbh and he would not be afraid to show it either. And when I say he isn’t afraid, whether it be video’s or pictures on social media, him talking about you two on a variety show, or just talking about you out of the blue, Boo Seungkwan would love you so freakin much. He would even wake you up one night and like two am and begin to tell yo how much he loves you. It would be really cute and funny too, since you would be sleepy and Seungkwan is pouring his heart out to you and you’d throw a pillow at him and tell him to go to sleep. It would get a little pouty, but before you would go back to sleep, you’d whisper, “I love you too Boo.” And Kwan’s heart would light up like a Christmas tree. Out of all the boys I’ve shipped you with, I honestly feel like you would go out the most with Seungkwan. He would really enjoy going out on adventures and wanting to make really fun memories, and enjoying the youth you both would have. Of course you wouldn’t stay out too late, sleep is a must if he isn’t up until two am pouring his heart out to you, but you two always come back to the dorm or your apartment with a little souviner from your adventure, and a story to tell. And like, any time Kwan would get a chance to go back to Jeju to visit family, you bet your booty that he’s taking you with him. Seungkwan is SO proud of where he is from, and he would want to show you where he’s from, how the island shaped him to be the sweet savage he is today, and of course he would want you to meet his family! And of course, if you were going home to visit your family, you would bring Kwan with you so he could see the town you grew up in, as well as meeting your family and having some really amazing bonding time. And again, with the roses, Seungkwan would bring you single red roses at least once a month with a little candy bar of your favorite candy. I can see him finding a cute cheesy reason, reason being it would be a cute monthly anniversary gift to you. And of course you melt bc he’s the sweetest boy ever. Seungkwan would also be the sweetest in supporting you whether it’ d be your academics, dancing, or work, whatever it be. He would be that perfect shoulder for you to lay on if you’d be stressed, and he would always be there to help you with homework if you would need it. And sometimes it may not be the best help, but it’s better than nothing, right? And last but certainly not least is PDA. I feel like you two would tease each other first, then get the mushy and gushy love afterwards. Like flicking each other or messing with each others hair or something. But of course you’d be wrapped up in Seungkwan’s arms at all times, and forehead kisses would be for daysssssss. 

So sorry not sorry for the insane fluff. Fun fact about me, when I’m tired I get really fluffy and I am exhausted rn so I’m the FLUFF QUEEN. And also bc I’m tired, I may have some mistakes regarding grammar and I apologize for that, I’ll fix it when I’m more awake lol. Thank you SO much for requesting love! I hope the wait was worth it, and lemme know if I guessed any of your biases! <3 

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[marigoldbaker]

regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (22/42)

read it on ao3!

WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT WE HAVE AN END NUMBER???????? CRAZY??????????? anyway i haven’t decided on an update schedule; am thinking i’m gonna do it every other day a la it’s a family affair because i’m impatient and it’s summer.

warning for some violence (as in a gun is shot this chapter)

from the personal files of Jenny Calendar:

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“Did you fall asleep on your keyboard?” Cordelia sounded wildly amused by this. Gently, she tugged a barely-awake Jenny away from the computer, carefully shutting the laptop lid. “C’mon, sleepy. Gala’s in three hours and we’ve got a whole lot of prep to do.”

“Ugh,” said Jenny, who didn’t really want to be awake.

“Ugh all you want,” said Cordelia unsympathetically, “doesn’t change the fact that your makeup needs a lot of touching up when you fall asleep on your computer, not to mention your hair—” She sat Jenny down in front of an antique vanity by the window and undid the sloppy twist holding Jenny’s hair away from her face. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I have plenty of practice untangling Fred’s hair. Sometimes I gel Angel’s, too, when he’s not being a big baby about it.” She took out a fine-toothed comb and began to work carefully at the tangles.

All of a sudden, Jenny was thinking about Rupert, and the gentle, deliberate way he combed out her hair, and how horrible she’d been to him when she called him that night. Maybe it wasn’t just her prioritization of the job that had had him so upset. Maybe whatever it was that was wrong between them was something that couldn’t be fixed by catching Glorificus. Maybe—

“You’re brooding,” said Cordelia. “Why?”

Jenny sighed. “I made an impulse decision last night,” she said, “and—and maybe a detective with a new girlfriend can afford to do that, but someone with a family can’t just pack up and run away when the going gets tough.”

Cordelia considered this, then said, “You know, Angel ran off last year and slept with Darla. There was a bunch of, um, stuff going on in his life,” here she blushed in a strange way that seemed to signify she might have been involved in some of that stuff, “and Wolfram and Hart had brought her back into the country just to screw around with his head, and he just ditched us and slept with her and spent the next month or so hiding from us because he felt so bad about it. But he came back.”

“Okay,” said Jenny, not sure how this was supposed to help.

“My point,” said Cordelia, tapping Jenny’s shoulder so that she could get to the tangled mess of hair at the base of her neck, “is that—there really isn’t any family in it with people who don’t make dumb mistakes, you know? Family is about people who choose to stick together even through the messy parts. And honestly, it seems like right now, you’ve hit a messy part in a family you’ve made yourself. Which is scary, ‘cause you don’t have blood to fall back on as a reason for being together—”

“Great pep talk,” said Jenny somewhat sourly.

“I’m not done,” said Cordelia, her voice softening. “Look, I saw the way Giles looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. Maybe you’re not ready to figure out what’s going on between the two of you, but I think you know that whatever you guys have isn’t something that’s gonna be thrown away over one argument.”

“It was a really awful argument,” said Jenny.

Cordelia ran the comb through Jenny’s hair one last time, then stood up, crossing the room to pick up the dress from where Jenny had carefully set it down on the dresser. “Angel went off and slept with Darla,” she said, “and this was almost right after he and I kissed for the first time. So I’m kinda freaking as is, and then he disappears for a month, and when he comes back he opens with ‘guess what? I slept with Darla!’ Like, he said it in an Angel way, but still. Got the message across.” She smiled a little, then, handing the dress very carefully to Jenny. “We’ve been dating since March of last year,” she said. “He got me a bunch of flowers last week and I made him a really bad dinner. I’m kinda crazy about him. And I think what I’m trying to tell you is that even the worst set of circumstances ever isn’t gonna shake up a relationship built on mutual trust and respect.”

Jenny smiled a little. “Okay,” she said. “That’s not too bad of a pep talk.”

“Yeah, I was building it up.” Cordelia leaned down to amicably ruffle Jenny’s hair. “I’m gonna go change in the bathroom, okay? Let me know when you’re changed and I’ll come out and do your makeup—maybe curl your hair a little around the edges so it can be all fancy.” She turned, picking up a slightly crumpled dark green dress from the floor, and headed into the bathroom.

Jenny stood up and took a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was soft and very nicely combed (thanks, Cordelia), she didn’t look quite as miserable or sleep-deprived as she’d felt the day before, and—Cordelia was right. Three years of love and trust didn’t vanish with one huge argument, and Jenny knew Rupert well enough to know that he was probably just as hurt as she was by the way that conversation had gone. She was good at being happy around him—she was just going to have to learn how to become just as good at making amends.

She pulled the dress carefully over her head, then twirled in the mirror, watching the long skirt flare out. Compulsively, she smoothed down her hair, trying to look like someone part of a covert investigation. Detectives usually looked perfectly polished, didn’t they? Unreadable. Poised. Like Lilah.

Belatedly, she realized that this was the first time since waking up that Lilah had crossed her mind.

“Hey, you ready yet?” Cordelia called from the bathroom.

Jenny swallowed, smiled, then said, “Yeah.”

The gala was abuzz with activity when they entered, couples waltzing to the music and eating at tables set up in the Hyperion’s lavish ballroom. They slipped in largely unnoticed with a group of high-society fashion designers, at which point Wesley set up a hidden camera by the buffet table, Angel started a very awkward conversation with one of the waiters to gather intel, and Cordelia made a beeline for a nervous-looking Fred.

Jenny had had no idea that Fred’s investigative work had landed her with Angel and his crew, and definitely hadn’t expected to see her here of all places. She debated following, realized that that meant she would have to answer questions about why Rupert wasn’t working with her, decided she didn’t want to have that conversation, and settled for standing with Angel as he continued to struggle through the basics of social interaction. Why anyone would date this man, let alone frame Rupert as a revenge act to get him back, she was having trouble figuring out.

“Yeah, ‘cause��you work here,” Angel was saying, in a way that somehow managed to be both grave and uncomfortable. “Here in this place. Where you might have seen—”

“What my friend is trying to say,” said Jenny, attempting to mimic the cool, confident tone Lilah had used when entering her office, “is that he and I are both looking for a friend of ours who might be attending this gala. Does the name Glorificus ring any bells to you?”

“What she said,” said Angel somewhat helplessly.

The waiter gave them both a somewhat bemused look, then answered, “I don’t know about Glorificus, but a lady named Glory did slip one of my friends twenty bucks to save her a seat at one of those fancy tables. She’s not due down for another ten minutes, though.”

“Thank you so much,” said Jenny brightly, taking Angel’s arm and steering him towards the buffet table. “What was that?” she asked, trying her hardest not to laugh.

Angel shot her an injured look. “Cordelia was supposed to do the sweet-talking,” he said. “That’s why she’s over there checking in with Fred. I just wanted to—you know. Help out a little extra.”

He really was sweet, even if it was in a hapless-puppy sort of way. Jenny patted Angel’s arm and let go. “Well, you tried,” she said, and badly swallowed a giggle as Angel rolled his eyes. “So what do we do for the next ten minutes?”

“Mingle, I guess,” said Angel, sounding like he’d rather do anything but.

“Sounds fun,” said Jenny, and snagged a glass of champagne from another passing waiter, taking a long sip. To Angel, she added, “Do I look sophisticated?”

“Very,” said Rupert quietly.

Jenny, shocked, jerked her arm up, splashing the contents of her glass in Angel’s face. Angel stumbled backwards into the wall, mopping at his face with the sleeve of his rental tux and muttering about how people with unresolved issues shouldn’t always go to him all the time and why couldn’t he just stay dry at parties.

“Um,” said Rupert, and took Jenny’s hand in his, tugging gently until she was all the way in his arms. Jenny’s heart was hammering in her chest as he smoothly spun her onto the dance floor, leading her perfectly in time with the music. It was odd, juxtaposed with the nervous way he was looking at her.

“How did you—” she began.

“Wolfram and Hart knows that Angel Investigations is going after Glorificus,” said Rupert quietly. “Lilah didn’t exactly specify how they know, but from that I rather suspected you might be helping them.”

“Wolfram and Hart—”

“Lilah and I are here to warn them,” Rupert explained awkwardly, “and—and to apologize to you, after. Lilah said she’d handle the first bit if I could handle the second—something about me, um, knowing you—for longer.”

Jenny sniffled, then swallowed, only distantly noticing the way she’d wound an arm around Rupert’s neck. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

Rupert looked utterly bemused. “What on earth do you have to be sorry for?” he asked. “I was the one who—”

Jenny shook her head. “No, I—you were right,” she said. “I’ve been unreliable and flighty and I started saying ridiculous stuff about you being my associatejust so I could feel better about the way I treated you. You’re not—you’re more than family to—you’re everything to me, Rupert,” and all of a sudden she wanted to snatch her words out of the air and take them back.

Rupert very abruptly stopped leading them in a waltz. “Everything?” he said shakily. His hand, which had been resting innocuously on Jenny’s waist, skimmed her shoulder and her neck to brush its thumb almost unconsciously against her cheek.

Jenny couldn’t say anything. Something was beginning to finally piece itself together in her brain, something that she should have figured out long ago. Why she hated it when Rupert hung up first, why she didn’t like that things were changing, why she’d ever so secretly looked for signs that Rupert was reacting badly to the first person Jenny had actively pursued—

Rupert’s hand tucked a strand of hair very quietly behind her ear.

Jenny’s eyes flitted to his mouth, lips parted.

It was a flurry of movement behind Rupert that shattered the moment, bringing Jenny back into herself. Angel was being toweled off by a wildly amused Cordelia, who was gesticulating playfully as she teased him.

“Jenny,” said Rupert. “Jenny?”

Jenny pulled back, staring up at him, and ran.

from the personal files of Jenny Calendar (hypothetical draft for when she’s typing one tonight, probably):

fuck fuck motherfucking fuck how did i not figure out all these years that i’ve been in love with him the whole fucking time?

Jenny didn’t really think the whole running thing through. She knew Rupert was going to come after her, and she knew at some point she was going to have to figure out what exactly being in love with Rupert would do to their personal relationship, to their agency, to Lilah, to the kids, to every single person involved in their life. Everything she’d built around her had hinged on the stable constancy of her not knowing that she was in love with Rupert, and now that she knew—god, the way she felt about him was too deep and too painful to just sweep under the rug for both of their sakes.

And maybe he was in love with her too, but—what would that do? How would they even work as a couple? Jenny hadn’t felt this way about anyone before, hadn’t willingly let herself fall in love. She’d been a programmer thinking only about learning as much as she could, and then she’d been a private detective focused on helping other people, and then she’d been a single mom. There had never been any time for thinking about sharing her life with someone in the sweepingly romantic sense—she didn’t even really think she was built for those types of feelings.

She only became aware of her surroundings when she became short of breath, at which point she took the nearest exit out of the maze of hallways and found herself in a back alley. Somehow, she’d ended up right where food deliveries were made to the hotel—blessedly empty, now, with the party in full swing. Gasping, Jenny slumped against the wall, then buried her face in her hands.

The sound of high heels echoed in the alley. Slowly, Jenny looked up. Lilah was standing there, expression almost purposefully blank. Strangely, she wasn’t making any sort of effort to come any closer, leaving a distance of about six feet between them. “Lilah,” said Jenny, trying to look like someone who wasn’t a total fucking disaster. “Listen—I’m—I’m sorry. That I’m such a damn mess.”

Lilah just looked at her. There was a strange detachment to the way Lilah was looking at her, one that had all of Jenny’s detective senses on full alert—but Jenny Calendar, the person underneath the years of experience, was too sad and confused to really think about things critically. “Are you okay?” Jenny asked, and sniffled, wiping at her eyes. God, Cordelia really did pick quality makeup—none of her eyeliner had smudged even slightly. “You seemed—pretty drunk, last I saw you.”

Lilah smiled thinly. Then, in a slow, practiced motion, she took a delicate revolver out of her pocket and pointed it at Jenny.

Something shattered and broke in Jenny, in that moment, looking at someone she had let herself trust so completely. She felt as though she was missing something crucial, some puzzle-piece precious bit of information that might explain why Lilah was holding the gun with such steady sureness. “Lilah,” she said. Not pleading, exactly, but—something close to it.

Lilah’s smile quivered, ever so slightly. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

And—

There was a flurry of motion in that one horrifying moment, one that took Jenny and Lilah both aback. Lilah hadn’t known that Jenny was being followed, and Jenny—Jenny hadn’t once guessed that Rupert had been right on her heels, close enough to slip through the alley doors, take stock of the situation, and shove himself in front of Jenny exactly as Lilah pulled the trigger.

[alphacrone]

au zimbits meetcute - hot guy at the grocery store

CW: vague mentions of body insecurity and fat shaming, abuse of energy drinks, college typical sleep deprivation Note: i love chubby non-hockey jack a LOT. also i miss cheetos a lot and would kill a man to be able to eat them again. not even exaggerating honestly. 

Today was the worst possible day for Jack to run into Hot Guy at the store, so of course he ran into Hot Guy at the store. The universe hated him.

Jack and Hot Guy had similar schedules, it seemed: they both did their grocery shopping on Thursday evenings, they both got munchies on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes they even ran into each other doing beer runs on the weekend. Hot Guy appeared to be a Samwell student, as well, given his SMH hoodie -- and Christ did hockey follow him everywhere -- and always smiled kindly at Jack when they bumped into each other, sometimes chatting for a minute or two in his cute-as-fuck southern accent before scurrying off to the baking section. Jack had yet to learn his name, but he knew he was getting pathetic when he started looking forward to his grocery store trips.

But today was not a good day for Jack to be seen by the hottest guy in the neighborhood. They were deep into finals, and Jack was totally rewriting a good chunk of his thesis and this draft was possibly due tomorrow and the neighbors kept arguing and Jack was running on about two hours of sleep and-

Everything was terrible. Even Hot Guy couldn’t make that better, especially since he was now looking at Jack with his stress-eating-belly and anxiety-induced breakout and what Parse had once dubbed his Super Tired Murder Eyes. Jack looked horrible and Hot Guy was fucking killing it in his tight sweatpants and oversized Sabres hoodie -- something he’d probably stolen from his boyfriend because he was hot and nice and definitely couldn’t be single at all or even interested in a huge mess like Jack.

Grunting to himself, Jack reached for a pack of Five Hour Energy and hoped it wouldn’t kill him. He didn’t have time to worry about Hot Guy, had too much to get done.

“Oh, Lord, that stuff messes with my head.”

To Jack’s horror, Hot Guy had approached him and was pointing at the energy drinks in his hand. “Euh,” was his eloquent response.

“I get all shaky and hot when I drink more than half a shot of those things,” Hot Guy continued, his own basket laden down with a disturbing amount of unsalted butter. “‘Course, that’s usually after several espressos and an Americano or two, so maybe I shouldn’t tempt fate like that.”

Jack’s lips quirked at the edges as Hot Guy pronounced it “express-o.” Despite himself and his nasty appearance -- when was the last time he’d showered? -- Jack was really happy to see Hot Guy.

“That’s a lot of butter,” Jack commented, struggling to keep the conversation going. Hot Guy looked down ashamedly.

“Yeah, I know, I just- I stress bake, you know? Probably an unhealthy amount, but at least it fuels the boys in their studying and no one has to trek out to the dining hall and disturb their momentum.”

Jack assumed he was referring to his teammates, and desperately hoped he didn’t mean his multiple handsome boyfriends or something else equally disheartening. “What are you making?”

Hot Guy’s smile came back and Jack ignored the stupid flip in his stomach at the sight. “Well, pie’s my specialty, so I’m going through our sin bin fund and trying to make everybody’s favorite pie before the week is up. Tonight’s menu includes honey peach and chocolate chip pecan.”

Jack held back a smile at the funny way Hot Guy said pecan. He was too cute for words, and Jack so desperately wished they had a class together or that he was on the hockey team, too, or that they knew each other from somewhere other than the grocery store.

“Sounds delicious,” Jack said, fiddling with the Cheetos and Chef Boyardee already loaded into his basket. He loved junk food when he was stressed, but a homemade pie sounded divine right now.

“You should come over for a slice,” Hot Guy said, and Jack looked up to see he was biting his bottom lip nervously. “I mean, if you want. If you’re not too busy. You don’t have to, but we always have plenty of pie- oh! And I’m making Buffalo chicken mac n’ cheese tonight for Holster, he claims it’s the ‘dish of his people’ but I don’t believe that for one second-”

Jack wondered idly if this was the boyfriend whose Buffalo Sabres hoodie Hot Guy wore now. “Oh, uh, that sounds great, but I’m sort of drowning in work tonight and probably shouldn’t…”

“Oh, right, of course,” Hot Guy said quickly, and though Jack wasn’t great with reading other people’s emotions, he thought it would be unusual for a guy with a boyfriend to blush this hard in these circumstances. “I-I just thought- I always see you here and you’re really- I mean, it’s silly, I know it’s silly, but- Do I sound creepy? I’m sorry, you’re not interested, I should just-”

Jack caught Hot Guy’s elbow as he turned to leave, smiling as he realized what was happening. “I turn in a draft of my thesis tomorrow. I still have finals but I’m pretty confident in my abilities...what I’m trying to say is, do you want to get coffee tomorrow? If you’re not too busy?”

Hot Guy looked stunned and nodded slowly, large, warm eyes growing impossibly larger. “That would be nice. Annie’s?”

Jack nodded eagerly. He lived close to Annie’s and liked their smoothies. “They have good chocolatine there.”

Hot guy tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Chocolatine?”

“Pain au chocolat,” Jack clarified.

To his surprise, Hot Guy didn’t politely agree or subtly eye Jack’s chunky gut or make some comment about their healthier options. Instead, he gasped and said, “They do not. I love Annie’s to death but their pastries are an abomination.”

This startled a laugh out of Jack. He’d never met someone who was so passionate about baked goods. “They taste like the kind my dad makes.”

“Then you need to send your father my recipe,” Hot Guy said. “C’mon, let’s grab the fixings for it and I’ll bring you some tomorrow.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Jack protested. “You have your pies already-”

“Uh-uh, mister,” Hot Guy said, pulling Jack by the hand toward the baking aisle. “I do not show up to a first date empty-handed.”

And the thought of that -- of going on a date with Hot Guy -- was honestly too much for him to process on such little sleep. “Wait, wait, hold up.”

Hot Guy turned, cheeks pink again. “Sorry, I just assumed-”

“I don’t know your name.” Jack looked down at their connected hands and swallowed roughly, anxiety bubbling in his gut. “I need to know your name before our date.”

Hot Guy smiled widely and laughed, loud and bright. “Oh, Lord, where are my manners? I’m Bitty. Well, Eric, but all the boys call me Bitty. Hockey,” he clarified with a shrug.

“Nice to meet you, Bitty,” Jack said. “I’m Jack.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I Facebook stalked you,” Bitty admitted, looking down at his shoes. “Pretty much the first day we met.” He looked up, worried. “Is that creepy? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s kind of flattering,” Jack said, moving closer. “I wish I’d thought to Google you.”

“The boys say your dad’s hockey famous or something,” Bitty admitted, still looking unsure. “I don’t really know much about the NHL.” He gestured to his sweatshirt. “I couldn’t name a single player on the Sabres. I stole this from my teammate because all mine are covered in flour and egg.”

Jack felt something warm bubble in his chest. It had been a year or two since he’d been recognized and nobody really talked about him much anymore, but there was always something refreshing in meeting a person who had no clue who he was or who his father had once been. To Bitty, Jack was just the awkward guy he’d liked enough to find on Facebook. He probably thought of him as Tall Guy or Montreal Jack -- Bitty didn’t know the weight of the Zimmermann name at all.

“A hockey player who doesn't watch the NHL? I’m shocked,” Jack chirped, delighting in the sound of Bitty’s laugh again.

“Shush, I get enough grief from my boys, I don’t need it from a hot guy, too.”

Jack paused for a moment, confused, and then leaned down to peck Bitty’s cheek, overcome with emotion in his delicate, sleep-deprived state.

“I’ve really got to run,” Jack said, pulling back. “But tomorrow at 3 or so?”

“3’s perfect,” Bitty said breathlessly, hand creeping up to touch the cheek Jack had kissed.

“Just so you know,” Jack murmured, giving Bitty a quick wink. “I think of you as Hot Guy, too.”

Bitty’s blinding smile followed Jack through the checkout line and back to his apartment, dancing around his head as he blasted through the last bit of his thesis and starring in his dreams as he passed out around dawn, alarm clock set to wake him up in time for his date.

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TOXIC BITES - Chapter 4

AN: An angsty kind of fic. Can be a trigger for anyone who has ever been in a toxic relationship before.

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Mature content so please read responsibly.

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Jimin sighed deeply dragging behind V.

“I hate the sun,” he complained.

“It’s not gonna kill you,” V said adjusting his sunglasses.

“No, but it sure takes a lot of energy outta me! I should be inside sleeping or something. My delicate skin may burn.”

V rolled his eyes and stopped short when he caught a familiar scent. He rushed off following the scent and Jimin grunted following him.

V looked through the window of a restaurant where Jin’s scent was coming from. His jaw tightened when he saw Jin sitting across from a guy. He couldn’t clearly hear their conversation due to the other conversations around, but he hated the way Jin was smiling. He lost his shit when Jin ran his hand through his hair and laughed at what the other guy said. Anger filled his body.

“If you’re gonna stalk him, why not just go and say sorry already so you two can make up? This is ridiculous now. I’m actually tired of you being at the manor, you’re annoying.” Jimin ran his hand through his hair.

“I guess now you know how I feel watching you run your hand through your hair all the time.”

“Hey! I don’t do that all the time!” Jimin snapped running his hand through his hair and V rolled his eyes.

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Jin chuckled nodding his head as the man spoke. They had been talking about getting together for months but their schedules always conflicted. He was happy they could see each other finally.

The man pulled out a binder and opened it. “You finally decided to renovate your office huh?”

“I know it took me forever …sorry. I want something chic yet modern. Something appealing to people when they come in. I can’t sell homes if my office looks shabby.”

“True …I think we can find something to fit your taste. You should’ve called me sooner, you know I would’ve rearranged my schedule for you.”

“I know Ken and I thank you so much for that. It’s just I’ve been focusing on all the wrong things but now I’m back and we’re going to get this done.”

He placed his hand on Jin’s and gently bopped Jin on top of his head with his other hand. “Babo, I keep telling you to stop suffering alone and call me or Sandeul if you need someone to talk to you. You know we’re always here for you.”

“I know I will try more to be available to you guys.”

His eyes widened when he saw V storming towards them. Ken looked at the red-haired man approaching the table, but he kept his eyes on Jin.

“Can I have a word with you?”

Jin’s jaw tightened. “I’m in the middle of a business meeting.”

V’s eyes went down to their hands. “Business meeting while holding hands? That’s professional.” He almost growled.

Ken removed his hand from Jin’s and Jin turned to face V. Before he could say anything, V grabbed his arm and pulled him out the restaurant. Ken turned to watch to make sure he wasn’t hurting Jin.

“What is your problem?!” Jin snapped. “I don’t have time for this!”

“You moved on already? It hasn’t even been a full month and you’re already on a date!”

“Had you taken time to learn more about me instead of just trying to dominate me and use me for a blood bank, you would've learned that I have two best friends named Ken and Sandeul who are both straight!”

V’s jaw tightened.

“And even if I wanted to, I have the right to move on, I’m single aren’t I?”

“Are you?!”

“It’s been weeks and you haven’t said anything to me or even tried communicating with me! Yet you see me having lunch with someone and you think you have the right to come and question me?! I’m not your possession and I can do whatever I want since I AM single! So, if you have nothing important to say then go away!”

“Is that you want? You want me to go away?”

“At this moment yes!”

V pressed his lips together and stalked away. Jin sighed deeply and entered the restaurant. He sat down and chugged his water down.

Of course, one meeting with V and his emotions were all over the place. However, seeing how V still was the same person he left in the apartment that night, he knew V couldn’t change and probably never would.

“Is he your ex you were telling me about?”

“Yeah …” He poked his fork at his food.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be. He makes everything complicated for no reason. He still doesn’t get why I left, because if he did he wouldn’t have stormed in here like this causing a scene.”

“You should go and date other people,” Ken said making Jin look at him. “he’s your first relationship, isn’t he?” Jin nodded. “Go out there and have some fun and explore and if it’s meant to be between you two, you will find a way to make things work. Right now, stressing over what’s uncertain is no good for you.”

“You’re right …”

“I’m gonna text Sandeul and we’re gonna take you out tonight. We’re getting shit faced drunk so make sure to eat a lot of bread today. We’re coming to pick you up at 5 so no working over time.”

Jin laughed and nodded. “Thank you Ken.”

“Thank me after your horrible hangover tomorrow.”

They both laughed.

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Jungkook looked at the time and saw he still had time before his lunch break was over. He knocked on the door before him. He felt a little weary staring at the large manor in front of him. He had no idea V lived somewhere like this and how close it was to the city.

The door slowly crept open and Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw a pink-haired shirtless man in front of him.

He shielded his eyes from the sun. “I know that you didn’t accidentally stumble across this place, so what do you need?”

The younger man shook his head from the slight daze he was in and cleared his throat. “I was looking for V Hyung.”

“Come in, the sun is killing me right now.”

Jungkook sprinted inside and looked at Jimin. “Are you hurt? Is the sun really killing you?”

Jimin raised an eyebrow before chuckling. “No, I’m fine. I was just being overdramatic a bit. I’m sensitive to the sun but I won’t die.”

“Are you a vampire too like V Hyung? The sun doesn’t seem to bother him, he and Jin Hyung even went to the beach one year.”

Jimin shuddered at the image of the blazing sun. “Wait,” he looked at Jungkook. “you know V is a vampire?”

He nodded. “He was dating my older brother so they told me and our other brother the truth.” Jungkook folded his arms. “It’s a little surreal to believe sometimes but I’ve gotten used to it.”

“That guy …” Jimin ran his hand through his hair and Jungkook gawked at him before averting his eyes. “but yes, I am a vampire too and V isn’t bothered by the sun because he’s always in the sun. As vampires the more we do something the more we become immune.”

“That’s interesting …so the more you’re near garlic the less it bothers you?”

“Garlic?” Jimin raised an eyebrow, he then laughed. “Well, I don’t know any vampire that’s affected by garlic. I think that’s just human fabrication.” He smiled when Jungkook’s cheeks became red as he looked away.

Once he saw Jimin looking elsewhere he glanced back at the vampire. He couldn’t help but stare at him from head to toe. He possessed otherworldly beauty. His hair had bedhead written all over it and his brown eyes were firm yet gentle. His features were delicate and manly. His lean chiseled body made a lump form in Jungkook’s throat as his eyes roamed over his six pack.

Jimin smirked. “See something you like?” His smirk deepened when Jungkook’s face blushed harder.

“Anyway, is V Hyung here?”

“He’s not. He ran into Jin today and I guess they got into an argument or whatever. He started acting like a dick, so I ditched him. I don’t know where he is.” Jimin shrugged.

Jungkook sighed deeply ruffling his light brown hair. “I was hoping I could talk to him about this situation.”

“About what? Him and Jin?”

Jungkook nodded.

Jimin laughed waving his hand. “Don’t even waste your energy kid. V is stubborn and won’t listen to anyone. Right now, the only way he and Jin will ever work is if he let’s go of his pride which I don’t see happening and Jin needs to be less emotional and clingy. V isn’t really used to that, so he doesn't handle emotional outbursts like others would.”

Jungkook looked down before looking at Jimin. “I’ve known my brother for all my 22 years of life and I’ve only seen him cry twice. The first was when our dad died when he was eighteen, he toughened up immediately and instantly took me and Yoongi Hyung in his care. The second time was over V Hyung. He came to my apartment and tried his hardest not to but he couldn’t and just broke down,”

“I know he may seem over emotional and a bit clingy but you have to understand, my brother holds in a lot and will just suffer in silence as long as those he loves is happy. I think this is the first time he felt he could emotionally let go with V Hyung and probably looked at him for emotional support, something that he couldn't do with me or Yoongi Hyung.” Jungkook shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to burden you with all of this …I just feel bad.”

Jimin leaned against the wall. “I’ll tell you this …” Jungkook looked at him. “V and your brother are alike in a lot of ways which is why they clash a lot. V too can be overly emotional and clingy, but he shows it through his jealousy and possession. He loves your brother with all his heart, trust me. I’ve known him for over two hundred years. And the last time I’ve seen him this messed up was when our master died.” Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Your brother shows his affection normally whereas V is a bit twisted so the more possessive and dominate he is that’s him showing his affection. Give them time, I think this separation period is good, they both will have to bend if they want to be together.”

Jungkook nodded with a small smile. “I agree.”

“Though, I’m not surprised that you’re Jin’s kid brother. Good looks must run in your family.” He ran his hand through his hair making Jungkook’s cheeks flush.

“I-I-I should get going. I have to get back to work.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Just know you’re welcome back whenever.”

“Th-Thank you.” He gave a polite bow and rushed out the front door. He then stopped and turned around only to see Jimin staring at him. “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“Jimin and yours?”

“Jungkook.”

“I’ll make sure to remember that.” He winked and Jungkook swallowed hard before jumping in his car.

He took a deep breath as he drove off. His cell phone rung and he answered with a smile.

“Hey Yuni.”

“Hey Kookie, do you wanna hang out after work?”

“Sure, do you wanna catch a movie?”

“We can do that. I’ll pick you up at your place when I get off.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“Yup.” He hung up and a sigh escaped his lips as his thoughts drifted off to the pink-haired vampire.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin entered his office staring at his cell phone. He was thinking of running to the store and getting a new outfit for tonight. Having a drunken night sounded really good. Maybe he would be reckless and end up in the bed with a beautiful stranger. He shivered at the thought and decided not to get too drunk.

Jungkook walked over to him.

“Hyung, you have a visitor.”

“Who?” Jin looked at him placing his phone on his desk.

Jungkook walked closer to him. “He said he was interested in sponsoring your company.”

“S-S-Sponsoring?”

“I hope that’s not a problem.” A deep smooth voice said making him and Jungkook whirl around. “My name is Kim Namjoon and I’m interested in helping small businesses flourish.”

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Chapter 2: Chaos

Sylvie did not like this. It had been a week since she found out she was pregnant and her morning sickness had been horrible. So bad, in fact, that she called chief this morning to tell her that she needed tomorrow off. There was no way that she could make it through a shift like this. Sylvie crawled out of bed only for her stomach to turn. She sprinted into the bathroom and threw up last night's dinner into her toilet. She collapsed back onto the cool tile of her bathroom floor. Her throat burned and tears prickled in her eyes. She caught a glimpse of herself in her full-length mirror. Sylvie’s hair was tied up in a bun to stop herself from puking on it. That was a lesson that she had learned quickly. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top because she couldn’t seem to cool herself down.

A knock on her door made her groan. She pulled herself slowly off the floor with a sigh Sylvie stumbled to the door and swung it open. When she saw who it has she resisted the urge to crawl into her bed and die. “What are you doing here?” Her voice came out scratchy and strained. Antonio stepped into the house, closing the door behind him, and pressing his arm to Sylvie’s forehead.

“I came to check on you,” Antonio answered her. Continuing to check her over. “Gabby called me and said you called in sick.”

Sylvie scoffed pulling away from him. “I just have bad morning sickness, Antonio,” Sylvie said just as her stomach began to turn again. She shoved him away and ran into her bathroom and locking the door behind her.

Antonio winced at the sound of her retching. When it finally subsided he knocked on the door. When she didn’t respond he began to worry. “Sylvie let me in.” Again nothing. “Sylvie, I kick down doors for a living. Let me in before I ruin yours.” He heard the lock click. He shoved the door opened and saw her on the floor. He lifted her bridal style and carried her back to her bed.

Antonio sat down next to her, giving her a worried look. “I’m fine, Antonio. This happens.”

He gave her a disbelieving look. “Laura had two kids, Sylvie. She never got like this.” He touched her head again and shook his. “Besides I think you have a fever.”

Sylvie, annoyed about the fussing, pulled away from him again. “Shouldn’t you be working? I thought your job kept you busy.”

Antonio ignored the jab about their break up. “When was the last time you ate something?”

“Last night.” She pulling the blanket around herself, suddenly cold. “And before you ask. No, I didn’t keep it down and no I won’t be able to keep down anything you give me.” The was the last thing she remembered before drifting to sleep.

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Antonio was amazed by how fast Sylvie had fallen asleep. It usually took her forever to fall asleep. She must be exhausted if she fell asleep this quickly. Guilt quickly spread through him. Ever since that day at his office he’d been pretty much MIA when it came to Sylvie and the baby. He had been consumed in the custody case with Laura. He’d managed to tell his kids about the baby and they had both been excited. He dreaded the day that Laura found out. No doubt she would try to use it against him in court.

Antonio moved into her bathroom, grabbing a bucket and sponge and began cleaning up the vomit that was spread around the floor. Cursing himself again for already being an absent father to the newest addition to his family. In truth, he wasn’t really sure how this was supposed to work. He and Laura had been married and by the time they split up the kids were old enough to understand. How was he supposed to get time with his baby when it would depend on Sylvie when it was born?

After Antonio finished with the bathroom he moved into the living room cleaning the mess that had been collected in the last week. He knew that Sylvie wasn’t a slob and it just enforced the fact that this baby had already exhausted her and she’d been this sick on her own. She hadn’t even called him and why would she? He’d broken her heart. Antonio went to put a pad of paper in the drawer of her coffee table and saw a small familiar picture. He pulled it out with shaky hands and fell back into the couch. It was a sonogram, she had her first sonogram and he’d missed it. Three days ago she had called him while he was in a meeting with Laura and their lawyers and he didn’t call her back. Antonio felt like such an idiot.

He jumped, startled by the sound of a toilet flushing. He got to his feet in time to see Sylvie stumbling into the room. “You didn’t have to clean up,” Sylvie mumbled crawling onto the couch. “In the third cupboard in the kitchen are my pills, can you get them for me?” Sylvie croaked.

Antonio went into the kitchen and grabbed the prescription pill bottle. “Sylvie, what is this for?”

She took the bottle from him and took two pills. “They are pills to help with my morning sickness, but it’ll take a few days to kick in. That’s why I called in sick for tomorrow.”

Antonio felt more in the dark then he should. “When did you get these?”

Sylvie shot up realizing she had said something she wasn’t supposed to. “Don’t be mad.” She said pulling herself into the sitting position. “I called you, I swear. I was taken to the hospital three days ago for dehydration. They gave an IV and when I was discharged I got the prescription.”

Antonio really wanted to shoot himself now. “Sylvie, I’m so sorry.” He sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and took her hands. “I’m going to do better now. I’m here and I’m actually going to be here. This is new territory for me.”

Sylvie cut him off, glaring. “You think this isn’t new territory for me?” Sylvie yanked her hands away from her hands from his. “I have zero experience with any of this and my only comfort is that you did. I end up hospitalized and you are nowhere to be found!”

Antonio moved next to her on the couch and pulled her against him. She set her head on his shoulder and wiped the tears that she hadn’t realized began falling. “I’m sorry, Sylvie. I’m so sorry.”

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Antonio had been true to his word after that day. He checked on her daily whether it was in person, through texts, or even a phone call. Today, she was getting ready for her first scheduled ultrasound and he was due to pick her up at any moment. Excitement bubbled in her chest when a knock sounded through the house. Sylvie’s smile dropped when she saw who it was. “Laura, what the hell are you doing here?”

Laura pushed past her and into her house. “You think I wouldn’t find out!” Laura faced her, red in the face. “He dumps you and your plan is to trap him with a baby!”

“Trap him?” Sylvie yelled back. “I didn’t-”

“Did you even think about my kids before you did this!” Laura was marching closer to her. “Now you’ve taken their father from them and trapped him into another family that he didn’t want. If he did maybe he wouldn’t have dumped you. But guess what Sylvie Brett he did and you-”

“LAURA!” Sylvie turned around to see a fuming Antonio in her doorway. “Get out of this house right now.”

“Antonio-”

“No!” He yelled slamming the door behind him making Sylvie jump. “You have managed to ruin every part of my life and you will not ruin this! I will not let you destroy my children. Any of them! That includes the one that Sylvie is carrying. So. Get. Out.”

Laura stared at him in shock for a moment before practically running out of the house. Sylvie stared at Antonio. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.” He grabbed her coat and handed it to her. “Come on, this isn’t going to ruin the day.”

Sylvie was inclined to agree but something Laura had said bothered her. “She’s right about one thing,” Sylvie said making Antonio look up at her, worried. “Your kids Antonio. I didn’t even think about how this would affect them.”

“I’ve already told them, Sylvie,” Antonio assured her. “And they couldn’t be more excited.” She sighed in relief setting her head on his shoulder in relief. “Can we go see our child now?” The two laughed and got into Antonio’s car.

Sylvie only made it through twenty minutes of the car ride before guilt about Laura flooded through her. “You have to apologize to Laura.” Antonio nearly slammed on the breaks at the words that left her mouth. “She’s the mother of your children, Antonio. You can’t just speak to her that way and I know she’s been horrible to you, but you two are in the middle of a custody battle and you need to try and keep it civil.”

Antonio didn’t want to apologize to Laura but he knew Sylvie was right. Things needed to go smoothly with Laura and he didn’t want Sylvie to think that he would ever speak to her the way he did with Laura today. “Okay, I will call her tomorrow.” Sylvie glared at him. She wasn’t going to let him push it off. “Today is our day, Sylvie. You get to live with our baby every day. Going to your sonogram appointments is the only time I will have to get close to the baby so please, just let me have today.”Sylvie wanted to argue, she wanted to tell him that he should fix things right away. But the fact that he cared so much about the baby stopped her and she decided to be selfish today and keep him to herself.

They didn’t have to sit in the waiting room long. Within ten minutes Sylvie was sitting on an exam table with her shirt up and her pants unbuttoned. The ultrasound technician moved the wand around her stomach. Antonio took Sylvie’s hand and held onto tightly. This was his third child and he was just as nervous as his first.

After a few moments of silence the perfect heartbeat of their child. Sylvie looked up at Antonio with tears in her eyes. “That’s our baby.”

Antonio leaned down and kissed Sylvie’s forehead. “That’s our baby.”

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Sylvie planned a lunch with her sisters to tell them about the baby. Now that her morning sickness was under control she could now leave her house without fear of puking on pedestrians. She’d waited until she had an ultrasound so that she could give them both a picture to tell them. Sylvie sat nervously at the empty cafe table waiting for them to show. Heather, her older sister showed up first, kissing her sister on the cheek. Anna, the youngest of the three came running up late, still in her work clothes.

“So, what’s this 911 meeting about?” Heather asked, her excitement nearly bleeding out of her. Sylvie rolled her eyes and pulled two envelopes out of her bag and handed them over.

Anna rolled eyes at her older sister. “You always did have a flare for the dramatic.”

Sylvie gave her little sister a mock glare. “Humor me Miss ADA Anna Valdez.” Sylvie watched as her sisters opened the envelopes and squealed. Anna shot up first wrapping her arms around her sister. Heather did the same before they took their seats. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Heather laughed. “Yeah, we don’t know anything about pregnancies.”

“That’s because you followed mom and Grandma’s lead and adopted children. So, all the women in my family have left me to fend for myself.” Sylvie chuckled.

Anna held up her hand to stop the conversation. “Wait, wait. Who’s the father?”

Heather’s mouth dropped. “Oh my god, is it the hot Detective you were dating?”

“Wait, you dated a Detective!” Anna nearly shouted. She was always the last the know things because of her work. “What’s his name?”

Sylvie looked nervously at her little sister. “Antonio Dawson.”

Anna stared at her sister. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or annoyed that there wasn’t a part of her life that her sisters hadn’t invaded. “You are dating Antonio Dawson? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Sylvie could see her sister getting more and more agitated. “No, we were dating back when he was working for Hank Voight. When he got the job at the DA's office he broke up with me.”

Anna’s anger vanished. “Oh, Sylvie I’m so sorry.”

Heather spoke up, “He is going to be present in the baby’s life right?”

“Of course,” Sylvie said, making both her sister’s sigh in relief. “Speaking of kids. How is Allie doing at MIT?”

“She’s going perfectly.” Heather gushed. “And it’s given Callie the drive to try and out do her sister.”

Anna looked between her two sisters, “Rivalry between sisters. I don’t think any of us understand that.”

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Antonio was disappointed when he got the call from Stone about the case. He was supposed to be spending the rest of the day with Sylvie after her lunch. He met up with Nagel and Stone at the office. Valdez was nowhere to be found and he assumed that she was coming back from meeting with Sylvie.

“What do we got?”

Nagel was the first to speak. “Cassandra Reid was just found dead.”

Antonio’s jaw nearly dropped. Sylvie and Gabby’s lawyer was murdered. “Why would someone kill my sister’s lawyer?”

“That’s the thing,” Nagel said handing over a file. “She died from ingesting tainted dope, but none was found. The officers searched everywhere.”

“So what’s the angle?” Antonio asked, “Druggy? Suicide?”

“She didn’t do drugs!” Stone snapped, standing from his seat. “The angle you are working is, murder. Poison.”

“You think she was poisoned?” Antonio asked leaning up against his desk. “Doesn’t seem likely.”

Stone stood, buttoning up his jacket. “Good, prove me wrong.” He stormed out of his room and into his office slamming the door. Antonio raised his eyebrows at his partner who simply shrugged. The door to their office swung open to reveal a frazzled Anna Valdez. Nagel and Antonio shot to their feet and went to her side.

“H-Heather,” She stuttered, “She just collapsed and started seizing.”

“Who’s Heather?” Nagel asked her but it was Antonio who gave her an answer.

“It’s her older sister.”

“We were at the hospital.” Anna cried, “But I couldn’t wait there anymore. I-I need to send someone for my niece. She should be here and- Oh god- I left Sylvie there.”

Antonio grabbed his jacket and threw Nagel hers. “Nagel, You’re with Stone. I’m taking Valdez back to the hospital.” Antonio drove her back to the hospital where Sylvie was standing in the waiting room talking to Dr. Halstead. She nodded her head and Halstead left just as they arrived.

“What is it, Sylvie?” Anna asked her sister. “What happened to her.”

Sylvie had tears streaming down her face and she was shaking. “They said that she ingested a tainted drug. They said she might not make it.”

Antonio felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Stone was right. People were being murdered and Sylvie’s sister just became one of the victims.