#anyway. work schedule for the next week is looking up i’m about to watch sooooo many movies again….

[livvyofthelake]

cup that i’ve used for my stupid chai lattes too many times that i nor the dishwasher can ever seem to wash thoroughly enough that there isn’t a faint residue of tea in it i can taste every time i try to put water in it now.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 3

“Hey buddy,” Spencer sat down in the chair next to Henry who was coloring at the table after dinner.

“Hi Uncle Spencer,” Henry replied, switching his orange marker out for a green one.

“So Josephine seemed pretty cool,” Spencer started.

He wanted to know more about his possible kid before going to Y/N. If it was true and she would let him meet her, he wanted to know all about her.

“Yeah, she sits at the same table group as me in class. One time when we were playing tag at recess, I fell and hurt my knee but she kissed it three times and said that’s what her Mommy does when she has a boo boo and it didn’t hurt anymore,” Henry explained.

“Does she talk about her Mommy a lot?” Spencer asked.

“She loves her Mommy like sooooo much. She says her Mommy says she doesn’t need a Daddy because her Mommy loves her extra,” Henry smiled.

“That’s nice,” Spencer said, getting up from the table.

Spencer was glad to hear that Y/N and Josephine seemed to be having a good life. He was just saddened that it didn’t include him even if she wasn’t his kid. He didn’t blame Y/N for not telling him if it was his. He honestly would have had no idea how he would have handled that news back then.

-

“And that is the difference between a stressor and a trigger. Any questions?” Spencer slid his hands into his pockets as he looked out into the audience.

The students were silent. Most of the girls appeared to be in a daze but still looking at him. Spencer furrowed his brow.

“Okay well then, I will see you next Monday. We will be covering chapter four section three of your textbook regarding victimology so I would suggest skimming it over before class,” Spencer finished.

He grabbed satchel from the desk and quickly exited the lecture hall. He had looked up the class schedules in the administration office and Y/N was also finishing a lecture at this time. Spencer was hoping to catch her before she could run away again.

He quietly slipped into the back of the lecture hall, taking a seat in the last row.

“Okay! That is it for today. Remember, we have a lab next class so closed toe shoes only and long hair tied back please. Have a great day, everyone,” you announced.

Students began to file out of the room, some coming up to your desk with questions so Spencer hung out in his seat a little longer. Once the last student had their question answered, Spencer got up and made his way to your desk as you were packing up your things. When you heard the footsteps, you looked up with a friendly smile that was immediately replaced with a grimace.

You grabbed your bag and keys and bolted. However, Spencer was expecting this and was hot on your tail.

���Y/N, please slow down. I just want to talk,” he pleaded as he chased you across the campus, garnering funny looks from people passing by.

You sighed and halted your movement. Spencer was not expecting this so he almost crashed into you. You took a step back to regain your personal space.

You looked around, noticing some people were staring.

“Let’s go to the coffee shop on campus,” you suggested.

Spencer still remembered how you took your coffee after all these years and insisted on paying even though you told him that wasn’t necessary.

You both sat down in a quiet booth in the corner. You were nervously fiddling with the coffee cup sleeve and avoiding eye contact.

“I-Is Josephine mine?” Spencer asked.

You could feel his eyes burrowing into your skull. You couldn’t lie to him, I mean you could but you wouldn’t get away with it because he was a profiler.

You finally looked up and made eye contact, “Yes, she is,” you stated.

Spencer smiled softly with tears brimming his eyes.

“Did you know before I Ieft?” Spencer sniffled.

“No, I found out after,” you responded.

Silence fell over the both of you.

“Why did you break up with me, Spencer? It all happened so fast that I never got a reason. We could have made long-distance work if you actually cared,” you spoke softly.

“Y/N please do not doubt that I cared about you. I loved you, I think I still do after all these years. I just thought you would be better off without me holding you back and not having a lot of personal time to visit you. It doesn’t mean I ever stopped thinking about you. I just thought you deserved someone better,” Spencer explained.

“Yeah well no one wanted to date the single mom in college. Guys would run for the hills when I told them,” you chucked sardonically.

“I’m sorry” is all Spencer could manage to say.

He thought he was doing Y/N a favor by breaking up with her but instead he made everything worse. He abandoned her to figure out how to take care of their child on her own.

“Can I-um...I would love to get to know her more,” Spencer stuttered.

“Spencer, I don’t know if that’s the best-” you started to say.

“Please,” Spencer begged.

You closed your eyes and exhaled.

“You can come with me to pick her up from the school if you want. You can play with her for an hour with my supervision. Under no circumstances are you to tell her that you are her father,” you demanded.

“Understood,” Spencer nodded.

You finished the last sip of your coffee and slid out of the booth, tossing it in the trash can.

“Let’s go,” you motioned for him to follow you.

Spencer scrambled out of his seat to catch up with you.

You unlocked the car and you both hopped in. Spencer noticed the backseat of your car had random toys and articles of children’s clothing scattered around and he smiled at just the thought that they belonged to his daughter.

When you pulled into the school parking lot, you turned to speak to him for the first time since he entered the car.

“You stay here,” you said as you turned the car off.

Spencer watched as you approached the line of kids and a genuine smile grew on your face. Josephine ran over to you and was immediately scooped up and littered in kisses. Josephine was dressed in overalls with a dinosaur sweater and a mini pair of converse. Y/N whispered something in her ear and she nodded as they made their way back to the car.

“Jo, you remember Spencer, Henry’s friend?” you opened the car door.

“Hi Josephine!” Spencer greeted.

Jo snuggled herself closer into your neck.

“Why are you being shy today, Baby J? Remember you already met him? He told you all those cool dino facts. Maybe he can tell you some more on the way home,” you bounced the child in your arms a few times before gently placing her into the car seat and buckling her in.

“Josephine, I remember you said stegosauruses were your favorite. Stegosaurus actually means ‘roofed lizard’ and their brains were the size of ping pong balls,” Spencer was looking at the child through the rearview mirror.

He heard the sweetest little giggle. The sound was music to his ears.

“Mommy, did you hear that? They have ping pong balls for brains,” Jo laughed.

“Yes, baby, I heard but I think Spencer said they were the size of ping pong balls, not actual ping pong balls,” you smiled as you corrected her.

Spencer turned around to face her now that Jo was feeling more comfortable.

“They also weighed about two tons which is about the same weight as this car,” Spencer smiled.

“Woah,” Jo exclaimed in awe.

“Okay! We’re home! Jo, you can play with Spencer for a little but then we have to do your ABC’s homework,” you explained as you parked the car in your driveway.

You lived in a small grayish blue house. It had a tiny gated backyard but you usually just took Jo to the park anyways. It was enough for the two of you. You moved in last year after accepting the job at Georgetown.

You unbuckled Jo and unlocked the front door with Spencer awkwardly standing behind you until he felt a tug on his sleeve.

“I want to show you my room,” Jo said.

“Sure! I would love to see it,” Spencer replied as he was tugged by Jo up the stairs.

Spencer laughed when he saw Jo’s bedroom. It was decked out in everything dinosaur. Dinosaur wallpaper, bed sheets, toys, and a carpet.

“You really love dinos, don’t you?” Spencer smiled.

Jo nodded, beaming as she seemed to be very proud of her room.

“Jo, I’ve got a snack for you,” Y/N called out from downstairs.

The little kid lit up even more and ran down the stairs, leaving Spencer alone in the room. He saw a small little bookshelf with picture books, mostly about dinosaurs. It was nice to know his daughter shared his love of reading.

“You have a lovely home,” Spencer complimented as he entered the kitchen.

“Thank you, I don’t know if you want some apple slices and peanut butter too. I would offer you something else but I haven’t had time to go grocery shopping this week,” you explained.

“It’s all good. If you ever need help-” Spencer began.

“We’re quite alright,” you snapped.

A silence fell over the room, even Jo picked up on it and stopped the loud chewing of her apple.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, patting the top of Jo’s head to tell her she could continue eating, “We’ve been on our own for so long that I can sometimes get a little defensive when someone suggests I can’t handle it.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that at all. I think you have done a wonderful job raising Josephine. But, I also had a single mom so I know that sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day,” he replied.

“Thank you,” is all you said.

Spencer glanced at his watch, “I should get going. My hour is up. If it’s okay with you, I would love to come over again sometime,” Spencer said.

“Leave your number and I’ll text you,” you replied, handing him a scrap piece of paper and a pen.

“Bye Josephine!” Spencer smiled at the kid who had peanut butter smeared all over her face.

“Ew, Jo! Did you get any in your mouth?” you laughed.

“Bye Spencer!” she attempted to wave to him as you were wiping her face and hands with a damp paper towel.

[itsnothesameasitwas]

hiii! im looking for good freinds to lovers fics bc i go through them sooooo fast :/ if you have any good ones pls send them !!!

hii… sorry this took me a whole day but here some Friends to Lovers fics… all the fics I’m recommending are Larry and please be careful with the tags before start reading and leave kudos :)

ABO

♥ Promise Me You Won't Run Away by thinlines @thinlinez | 23k | E

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

♥ i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby | 19k | E

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless. The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

♥ picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight @falsegoodnight | 35k | E

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately.

Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears.

“Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to.

Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.”

“Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.”

- Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

MPREG

♥ waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings | 21k | M

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

♥ you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou | 13k | NR

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

AUS

♥ our matchmaker: the fucking universe by peachloulou | 8k | E |

On your eighteenth birthday, you end up with your soulmates' name tattooed on your body. The universe works in a fairly simple way, so Louis knows Harry is his soulmate. He's got Harry's name tattooed on his ass cheek like a tramp stamp, and Harry's got the name Lou written on the inside of his wrist. Except Harry doesn't know what Louis' soulmates name is because Louis is a romantic fool, and, ever since Harry woke up with the name Lou two years after Louis, he's been a quest to find his own soulmate. Meeting after meeting.

But maybe Louis' wrong, and he and Harry are nothing more than best friends.

Or the one where the universe is annoyingly fucking complicated.

♥ Love Isn't Always on Time by softfonds @softfonds | 45k | E

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

♥ You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | 37k | M

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

♥ Work of Magic by Bekita @justalarryblog | 34k | NR

"C’mon Liam, are you really going to use this against me now? You know the kind of humans his kind is! You know very well why we hunt them!" Louis said, done with the conversation and walking down the hall.

"No! We hunt people who don’t care about others, and neither Harry nor anyone in his family is like that!” Liam exasperated, following behind. “Louis, it's been two weeks, don’t you wanna know how Harry is? Has this hatred taken over so fast?" Liam inquired, knowing the hit a nerve.

"You know what, Liam? I'm not going to have this conversation with you." Louis said decisively, turning his back to his friend ready to go to his class.

But life is never fair, is it? When he turned around he was face to face with Harry in the middle of the hallway. The two stared at each other. Do I hate him? Louis wondered as he watched Harry's eyes fill with tears and seem to be begging for something. He preferred to ignore the pang in his chest and the urge to comfort the boy in front of him. He lowered his head and continued on his way.

Or the one that Louis is a WitchHunter and Harry is a Witch and they keep it as a secret, but they fall in love.

♥ practice in pencil, seal it in pen by loubellies @loubellies | 16k | E

AU where drunk Harry lifts Louis up after someone says “bottoms up”. Louis blushes at Harry’s antics, flustered that his best friend knew him more than he thought. Friends to lovers with a happy ending pleaseor Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

♥ plant new seeds by glitterhaz @cloudslou | 44k | TUA

Harry nods, not trusting his words. Slowly, he crawls under the covers of his bed, all too aware that Louis is doing the same, so close to him. Initially, he faces his desk, not looking at Louis, but after a few minutes he gets uncomfortable and turns over. Now, he’s only a foot from Louis’ face, and Louis has turned around too.

He doesn’t think Louis is asleep already, and it's confirmed when Louis’ eyes blink open sleepily. Harry looks at Louis, and Louis looks at him. Really looks.

“Can you see me?” Louis whispers.

Harry doesn’t understand the question, not really, but nods anyway. “Yeah, I see you,”

**Louis works at a lonely community garden, Harry is the upstanding fraternity man who makes it all feels a little less lonely. Over the course of a semester, that is.

♥ Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You by PearlyDewdrops | 44k | E

Harry designs wedding cakes, so of course meeting blissfully happy couples every day is part of his job description. Unfortunately, it's caused Harry to perpetually hope each new day is the one he'll find love, too. That is, until Harry realises everything he's ever wanted is right under his nose in the shape of his best friend, Louis.

But predictably, Harry only comes to this epiphany when Louis starts seeing someone else. And this is not a John Hughes movie as far as Harry is aware. Everyone else is pretty sure, though.

Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green's, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything.

♥ if it kills me by you_explode | 110k | M

Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They're best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry's days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry's engaged to someone else. And that's only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

♥ In This Light by exhilarated | 99k | E

Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

♥ smell the sea, feel the sky by lightswoodmagic @lightwoodsmagic | 16k | E

They’d been planning this beach trip for months, stressing around work schedules and engagement parties, trying to find the perfect place to stay in and a time where there wouldn’t be families everywhere but the weather still perfect. Louis had spent what felt like hours researching and planning, dinners with Zayn and his boyfriend at their house that just ended in looking at places and sending them to Niall. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, getting away from his job and his bullshit neighbours and the noise of the city.

It seemed ridiculous, really, that in all that time, Zayn hadn’t mentioned once that Harry was coming.

Or, Louis doesn't know how he's going to spend a week with the one person he wants and can't have. Harry proves him wrong.

♥ This Shifting Ground by zarah5 | 28k | M

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

♥ No One Like You by myownspark | 19k | M

Dear Niall,I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

♥ across city skyline (and straight through my heart) by Halos_Boat @halohamilton | 76k | M

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

♥ Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore | 113k | M

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

♥ Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds | 88k | NR

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

- 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

♥ Nicotine by KrisStylinson | 42k | E

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

♥ California Sold by isthatyoularry | 123k | M

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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if you feel like you need more, don’t hesitate to ask me :)

[kylorengarbagedump]

Defy Your Authority: Chapter 2

Read on AO3. Part 1 here. Part 3 here.

Summary: So, like, what's the big deal, buddy?

Words: 3800

Warnings: None. Yet.

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Hello!! Firstly, thank you so much to @bastila-ren​ and @elmidol​ for listening to me talk so much about this fic, for reading the first two chapters, and helping me with their generous feedback.

Secondly, I want to thank all of you for your EXTREMELY generous response to this fic. I admit I was very nervous to post this, and still am very nervous to write it, but I can't explain how helpful it is to know that people still enjoy the story and want to read more. It's definitely a story I want to write!

Y’all have truly been too kind to me. I don't have a posting schedule, just yet--I'm hoping every week or every other week. :) Love y'all SOOOOO MUCH.

Like the smarmy bastard he was, Hux fought off a smirk. But Allegiant General Pryde gazed at you with what some might refer to as sheer, indignant horror.

Kylo Ren stopped feet from the throne, his gaze wandering your grungy hair, dirtied uniform, the cell filth on your face.

“Hm,” he said. “That’s one way to greet your Supreme Leader.”

Embers tickled your cheeks. Your Supreme Leader.

You looked at the two other men. What was on your tongue: Would you prefer I get on my knees instead?

What you ended up saying: “Uh, sorry. Sir.”

“I believe the Supreme Leader requires an apology a little more comprehensive than uh, sorry.”  Pryde stepped forward, as if to explain. “Sir, this woman was brought aboard by General Hux without prior approval.”

Kylo glanced between the older men, stare drifting to you, the darkness in his eyes reviving an animal within you that had been placed on life support. 

“Yes,” he replied. “I don’t recall providing authorization for this.”

“Supreme Leader,” Hux said, “we both know your TIE has been out of commission for several cycles. I thought it prudent to--”

“You thought it prudent to ask a manager of a remote outpost to come aboard the flagship of the First Order. I assume that’s what you’re about to say.” Pryde paused, waiting for Hux’s contrition--but none came. He turned to Kylo. “Sir, again, please forgive me. Had I known he’d be bringing aboard a rim-dweller who would defy your authority, I would’ve denied his request, entirely.”

“Defiance.” Kylo’s gaze drilled you. Much like you had dreamt of something else of his drilling you. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Pryde balked. “Well, I hardly find it appropriate to address the Supreme Leader of the First Order as dude, for starters.” He spat the word onto the floor like poison. “Really, General, you and her both should be begging for his pardon.”

You swallowed, attention on Kylo, trying to hide your glee. “Please, please forgive me,” you murmured. “Supreme Leader.”

Hux cleared his throat. “My apologies as well, sir.”

“Hm.” If he’d understood your tease, he didn’t acknowledge it. You frowned. Kylo looked to the cloaked mercenaries behind you. “Escort her back to Orinda.”

Disbelief smacked you across the face. “I’m sorry, what?”

Sputtering, Hux stepped forward. “Supreme Leader--”

“You don’t belong on this vessel,” Kylo said, glimpsing you, then the cloaked figures again. “Report is postponed. Prepare the Buzzard for departure.” 

Like droids, they activated and brushed past you, stalking toward the turbolift. The Supreme Dickhead gazed at you expectantly.

“They’re not patient.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms. “If you think I’m leaving--”

“Supreme Leader,” Hux said again. For once, you felt like both of you were stuck in the same flabbergasted pod. “Repairing your fighter has already wasted the time of numerous engineers, we don’t need to add--”

“Perhaps every engineer aboard deserves to have their time equally wasted, General.”

Hux’s jaw tensed. “If you wish, sir,” he replied. “But we could resolve the issue now.”

“We won’t.”

For whatever reason, Kylo Ren seemed dedicated to preventing you from working on this ship, as if he didn’t know your skill level. As if he believed other engineers deserved a shot at it over you. Ignoring the furious trembling of your fingers, you dug them into your sleeves. 

“What, you don’t think I’m capable?” you asked, frowning.

Pryde sighed. “Supreme Leader, the Council--”

Kylo pivoted to you. “No.” There was no hint of mockery or deception in his tone. “You’re capable.”

You swallowed, shrugged your shoulder. Tried not to sound hurt. “Then why won’t you let me try?”

Hazel eyes lingered, held you in silence for deafening seconds. There was something very, very tired inside of them. 

“Sir,” Pryde said, “as much as I love the rousing debate over whether or not this rimrat should be deemed worthy of working on your starfighter, the Supreme Council meeting is in minutes.” He turned to you. “I believe you’ve been directed to leave.”

You furrowed your brow, but miraculously managed to say nothing. The muscle under Kylo’s nose twitched. 

“You’ll get two hours.” He didn’t seem excited about the idea. “After that, you will return to Orinda.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” you sighed. “Sir.”

A huff escaped him. “The Supreme Council meeting.” He turned, strode to the exit. “Come.”

Pryde frowned. “Sir, shouldn’t Hux return her to the hangar?”

“No.” Kylo’s voice ricocheted in the chamber. “She’s coming.”

Something like joy sparkled in your heart. Hux jutted out his chin, smirking at Pryde, who frowned and looked to you. You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him. There was a puzzle in his mind regarding your identity, a puzzle he was struggling to put together without the missing pieces. You weren’t interested in offering them. 

The three of you followed Kylo into the turbolift. Out of irritation, you stood as far away from him as possible. Awkward quiet settled in the air, and you grit your teeth, ignoring the sting of humiliation at your cheeks. Sure, it was nice he was inviting you to his little meeting, but that hardly compensated for the fact that it had been four entire months since you’d seen him and he was intent on booting you without so much as a parting fuck. 

Not that you wanted to fuck him after that stunt. 

Mostly.

The lift descended. Kylo hadn’t even looked at you, despite your best attempts at petty distancing. Hundreds of words hung on your tongue, and so few of them were appropriate for the ears of Hux and Pryde. Luckily for you, you could think them, instead.

Jackass.

The blast door slid open, and Kylo exited without response, the two generals on his heels. You lagged behind them, glare boring into the broad-shouldered bastard with the flowing cape.

Can’t believe this asshole was here the entire time, knowing everything, with all of the power in the galaxy, just doing bantha-shit about it.

Stormtroopers passed in formation, nodding in deference to the men in front of you as you turned a corner. The clomping of boots was the only sound for meters.

Leaving you for four months, horny as hell, lonely as hell, all while he was here doing what? Jerking off? As if he hadn’t begged you to stay. Please.

At the end of the hall, a set of blast doors parted, and you trailed the group inside, greeted by a massive, jet-black table with a hologram projector buried in the center. The occupants of about a dozen chairs turned, their eyes stuck to you, assessing you. Kylo crossed to the head of the table, Hux and Pryde taking spaces near him. The only open seats were at the back, relegated for only the most irrelevant attendees. You slunk over to one, sinking into it.

Apparently you’re not relevant to anyone in this room, anyway.

“Who’s this?” A balding officer of high-rank stared at you. “Supreme Leader?”

Pryde leaned forward. “She’s the Chief--”

“Who she is,” Kylo drawled, “is none of your concern.” 

Blood heated your face. The room rumbled with uncertainty, but only for seconds. 

“Sir,” said an older woman with slick blonde hair, “Multiple locations on Kamino refused entry to officers seeking out junior recruits. Our entry-level ranks are suffering. Requesting additional--”

Kylo glanced at her. “Yes.”

She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

“Supreme Leader,” said an older, white-haired man. “Surveillance indicates that a fuel depot located in the Inner Rim has received communications from Resistance starships.”

“Have they responded?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Eliminate them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Another, dark-skinned woman inched to the edge of her seat. “Supreme Leader, ground troops found no evidence of Resistance sympathizers on the most recent patrol of Aeos Prime.”

“And the infrastructure.”

“Seems salvageable, sir.”

Kylo blinked, as if the answer hadn’t even mattered. “Move to the next outpost in the system.”

“Of course, Supreme Leader.”

Yet another man cleared his throat. “Supreme Leader, if I may…”

Swallowing, you stared into the gleaming tabletop, tracing the rivets of white light bordering the projector. Voices rose, offering status updates and seeking approval of the man at the head of the room. Obviously, there was nothing attractive about how competent and powerful Kylo Ren appeared in this setting. And this definitely did not tingle pride in your belly watching every single person in this room vie for his favor, knowing that out of all of them, the one he’d fucked was you.

Then again, maybe that was the very crux of the issue. His time and attention was desired and demanded and split between thousands--he directed and delegated an entire, galaxy-wide government. He commanded armies. Strategized operations. Balanced every need, tangible and intangible, with only two hands.

You spent your days bathing in ion dust.

The Allegiant Asshole cleared his throat, breaking you from your pity party. “General Hux,” he said, “didn’t you have your pet project to present?”

All eyes turned to Hux, his face dull with irritation. Lips pursing, he straightened his spine, fingers whizzing over the data screen at his seat. One swipe, a quick field entry, and the projector hummed to life, shooting a blue hologram of a TIE fighter above the table. It flickered, rotating like a display.

“The First Order has regularly demonstrated deficient performance during naval engagements, despite our superior numbers and resources,” Hux said. “After gathering data, we discovered that during our most recent missions, the TIE fighter is regularly out-piloted by Resistance sympathizers.” He tapped the screen, and the hologram split into a cross-section. “Thorough research indicates the TIE model is obsolete.”

The room crackled with whispers, officers turning to each other and looking to Hux, their faces twisted in disbelief. Kylo Ren sat, saying nothing, trained on the display. 

Sighing, you gazed at your hands and cleaned your nails. To you, this was obvious. Of course the basic TIE models--the TIE/fo models--were obsolete. The ships were highly inflexible, carried little firepower for their unwieldy construction, and had no hyperdrive application. In comparison to the model used by the Special Forces, the TIE/fo was practically useless. 

It was less obvious why these high-ranking strangers seemed unable to handle the truth.

“General,” said a dark-skinned man. “Are you proposing we abandon the TIE corps?”

Hux pressed the screen again, and it zoomed in on an exposed ion engine. “At the very least, the most basic TIE corps is woefully unequipped in comparison to Resistance fighters.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he replied, “our pilots are extensively trained.”

Pryde sneered. “Admiral Griss is correct,” he said. “Our elite troops don’t demonstrate any issue with crushing Resistance burrows.”

“Elite troops are never the ones defending a new occupation.” Hux gestured to the engine blueprint. “We sacrifice our progress because of this antiquated construction.”

“And what’s so antiquated about it?” Pryde sneered. “The construction is based on the Imperial TIE. These ships were a well-known symbol of naval superiority.”

“Updated for modern needs,” added Griss. 

Hux’s voice rose a decibel. “Not modern enough, given how frequently a single X-wing will decimate an entire unit.”

You wanted to groan. Against your will, you had to admit Hux was right. Orinda regularly saw straggling, crippled TIEs smash into the valley outside the hangar in attempts to land for repair. Mirna had pulled more pilots than you could count out of blazing wreckage.

“Do you suggest we change the basic TIE unit, then?” Griss asked.

“Perhaps,” Hux replied, “or we move to a different construction entirely.”

The other officers chuckled, murmurs rippling through the ranks again. 

“Supreme Leader,” Pryde said, “what he’s suggesting is absurd. Sienar-Jaemus manufactures perfectly appropriate and functional fighters at an affordable price to the First Order. It’s been done this way since the Empire.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat back in your chair. For a General of a government allegedly interested in innovation and progress, Pryde seemed to love sucking the Empire’s dick. The fact that they were refusing to even entertain Hux’s idea was, well…

“Perhaps we should place a double order for the basic fighters, sir,” Pryde continued. “To demonstrate their capability.”

You snorted. “Now that’s absurd.”

Every voice in the room died. Leather squelched, and you glanced up from your nails in time to see a dozen bodies shifting in their seats to turn and look at you. Inwardly, you cursed--you hadn’t had to practice volume control in months. 

At the head of the table, Kylo Ren stared. His expression, even to you, was indiscernible. But even if he was mad, you wouldn’t have cared. Not as long as he still intended on kicking you off the Steadfast without another word.

Shrugging, you said, “General Hux is right. The original TIE model is flawed. They lose out one-on-one almost every time.” Kylo still said nothing, the rest of the room too confused to interrupt you. “I guarantee there’s more credits spent on replacement models than it would cost to invest in something more versatile.”

Griss’s nose wrinkled, and he looked between you and Kylo. “I…” When Kylo offered no response, Griss settled on you. “I’m not sure what brought you here, ah… Lieutenant, but regardless of your purpose, you’re surrounded by superiors of the First Order. Don’t speak out of turn.”

“Right,” you said, “I do apologize, sir.  But you have to admit that this all is a little absurd. I see busted up basic TIEs all the time. They’re a failure.”

“Yes,” he replied, “and you are?”

“Chief of Operations on Orinda.”

“An outpost?” The room echoed with laughter, and you bristled. Griss gestured to you. “Supreme Leader, please, why is this woman here?”

Pryde nodded. “I know you have your reasons, sir, but surely she doesn’t belong in this room.”

“Maybe this woman knows what she’s talking about,” you mumbled.

“Excuse me?” Griss whipped around, leering at you. “Mind repeating yourself, Lieutenant?”

Volume control. Really needed to get better with that. 

Gathering a breath, you swallowed your ire. You could not spend all two hours on the Steadfast immediately making enemies with the military leaders of the First Order. Given Kylo’s state, you doubted he’d encourage your attitude. 

“My apologies,” you said, bowing your head, “I’m just. Nervous. Being on this ship for the first time.”

“Perhaps you’ve spent too much time on Orinda,” said Griss. “You’ve forgotten the hierarchy.”

“She needs re-education,” said the balding man.

The dark-skinned woman huffed. “Or a demotion.”

“Some form of discipline, surely.”

“Yes,” said Pryde with a glare. “Perhaps that should be arranged.”

Your heart skipped.

“Enough.”

Every person in the room spun, attention on Kylo Ren.

He was still inscrutable. Still gazing directly at you. 

A shiver spilled over your spine. Like instinct, your thighs pressed together. 

“General Hux,” he said. “Prepare a plan for the replacement of the basic TIE model.” A pause. No one spoke a word. “Dismissed.”

You remained in your seat as the other officers rose, their lips sealed as they filed out of the room. Hux scowled at you--ungrateful prick--and acknowledged Kylo’s order before leaving. Pryde scrutinized you, his focus flipping between you and his Supreme Leader as he stood from the table. 

“It’s time to leave, Lieutenant,” he said.

“I need a moment,” you replied, glancing at him. “Sir.”

Pryde turned to Kylo. “Sir?”

Kylo’s face was blank. “Dismissed, General.”

Whatever Pryde was thinking, he didn’t say. He offered deference to the Supreme Leader before strutting out, the blast door shutting behind him.

The moment it closed, the room thickened with heat, like stars vaporized the air. Sweat beaded your hairline, your tongue drying to paper. Every movement you thought to make was paused, paralyzed by confusion. Had it been four months ago, you’d be getting railed on top of the table or in his chair, you were sure of it. But Kylo seemed almost indifferent now. It neutered every response that came to mind.

Here you were, alone with Kylo Ren for the first time since you’d left. He was only meters away from you. And you had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Your time is limited, Lieutenant.”

A reminder he wanted you gone. You shook your head, chewing the inside of your lip. 

“The silencer is free to be inspected.”

Indignance tightened your chest. Your face was on fire.

“Or perhaps,” Kylo said, “you’d rather travel directly to Orinda.”

You whirled on him. “So you knew I was on Orinda the entire time?” Your frustration was unfettered. “You knew and just didn’t do anything about it? For four months?”

His stare didn’t yield. “Yes.”

“Yes?” you said. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself? How do you expect me to respond to that?” More heat gripped your neck. He was still. “Why do you want me gone so badly? You act like you don’t even want me around.”

“I don’t.”

The words were switchblades to your chest. You shook your head, gulped your pain.

“Uh. Okay. Wow.” Sighing, you continued, “But don’t you--I mean. You pleaded with me to stay.”

He said nothing.

“You... I know how you feel. You can’t hide that from me. Do you…” Your throat was tight. “Did something change?”

For four months, you had wondered what had been going on in Kylo Ren’s mind. Seeing him draped in the responsibility of the Supreme Leader of the First Order, hesitation crept into your gut. Within his gaze, perhaps only apparent to you, there was a black, terrible emptiness, like shadows reined in by his rage. Exhaustion hung in dark circles under his eyes and at his cheeks. His presence was as breathtaking as it ever had been, only haunted with the weight of the galaxy. 

For four months, you had wondered. You didn’t know, now, if you wanted the answer.

“You don’t belong here.” Kylo paused, then stood, moving toward the door. “Your presence is not warranted.”

“Warranted? That’s not what this is about.” You shot to your feet, intercepting his path. “You knew where I was, and you never once came to me! You left me there! Alone!” He side-stepped you, and you followed him, keeping your eyes chained to his. “Didn’t you miss me?” you asked. “Didn’t you think about me?”

He stalled. Exhaling through his nose, he spoke through his teeth. “Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you find me?” you said. “You promised!” 

Kylo stood, trapped in your stare, his fingers furling into fists.

“I know how you feel about me.” You advanced on him. “I know it.” 

You were so near you could feel his breath, count the individual strands of his hair, bask in the warmth of his body. A short inhale, and memory slammed you like gravity--the scent of his skin, his palms gripping your waist, his lips brushing your ear. The ache in your hands at night when they were not full of him, the bedtime yearning in your limbs when they were not wound around his. You had known him, known him, as if his blood ran in your veins.  

This was the closest you’d been to Kylo Ren in weeks upon weeks. Somehow, you only felt further away.

“Why?” you asked. “Why didn’t you find me?” After all of it, he only stared. It lit you with rage, and you bumped your chest with his. “Say something!”

The muscle in his jaw tightened. His shoulders rolled. But he was silent. 

A peal of bitter laughter escaped you. Whatever issues he had didn’t mater. You deserved more than what he was offering.

“Wow. Okay.” You shrugged, stepping back. “I don’t know who I was thinking about for these past four months, but it definitely wasn’t you.” Shaking your head, you turned toward the door. “Whatever, dude. Fuck you.”

You took a single step, and Kylo snatched your wrist, whipped you against his body. 

“You say that,” he breathed, “as if you haven’t been thinking about getting fucked since you arrived.”

Oxygen fled your lungs. Every blood cell in your body piled onto your cheeks and between your legs. In seconds, you were a throbbing, pent-up, swell of lust. 

You swallowed. “Oh, please,” you muttered. “You can’t distract me that easily. You know I need answers.”

“Hm.” Kylo scanned your figure. “So you say.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You tried to peel your wrist free. “Why didn’t you do this weeks ago, huh?”

His face darkened, his hold on you tightened. 

“You ask questions that have no answers.”

“Ugh. Get off.” Grunting, you shouldered him, body buffeting his like a flaccid wave. It would’ve been arousing, his strength, how utterly solid he was, if he wasn’t making you miserable in this moment. “You’re so full of it, man. Let me go. I’ll go repair your dumbass ship and you can send me back to Orinda, like you so clearly want.”

“You presume to understand what I want.” His voice was severe, a dull blade. “You will not stay here.” The ghost of a smirk fled his face. “But you won’t escape punishment when you’re gone.”

You shuddered, stuck out your chin. “Your punishments don’t scare me.”

Kylo growled. “Really.” A leather palm cupped the back of your neck, tugged you close. “Such confidence.”

You couldn’t help it. A tiny, excited whimper left you. Kylo shifted, his hand squeezed--

The projector in the table beeped. An incoming transmission. The both of you froze, staring at the blinking request on the interface.  You coughed, patted his chest as a signal to answer it. The knot in his throat bobbed, and he released you, crossing to the console and accepting the message.

Hux appeared in hologram form. “Supreme Leader,” he said, voice even more snivelly through the broadcast. “We received a distress signal from Orinda. Multiple Resistance fighters have been detected on radar. Requests for response from the officers stationed there have gone unanswered.”

The joints in your body locked. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Permission to dispatch TIE units, sir,” Hux said.

Kylo was still. “Dispatch.”

“Yes, sir.”

The hologram winked out. Before you could process, your feet were moving you toward the door.

“I gotta go.” Your pulse pounded in your temple. The entirety of your crew was down there. By themselves. “I gotta go there. I gotta get there. I’m sorry, I know I said I would repair your ship but--”

“Stop.” 

“--it’s probably for the best anyway, I just gotta find some way there, I--”

He spoke your name like a command. You stopped. Stared into his tired, empty eyes. 

His chest fell in a small sigh. “We’ll take the Buzzard,” he said. “Come.”

Kylo Ren tread past you, through the blast doors, into the hallway. The tatters of your bewildered heart weren’t a priority right now. You followed him--your Supreme Leader.

[captainillogical]

Devil’s Ballroom Ch.7

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with my lovely wife @firstofficertightpants​

ya’ll im sorry lmao

You spend the rest of your evening doing exactly none of the errands that you needed to deal with today. Instead, you're laying on your couch and texting your friends.

         Y/N: I'm so tornnnn.

     Y/N: Do I say something about the cheek smooch?

     Y/N: Should I leave it be?

     Y/N: Because she's texting like nothing happened.

     Y/N: What if I'm reading too much into it??

     Y/N: What if that's just how she shows friendship affection???

     Y/N: I might make it so fucking awkward if I assume something!

     Y/N: This entire ordeal is mortifying!!!

     Y/N: I want nothing more than to dig a big hole and lie in it forever.

     Y/N: I might be low-key having a panic attack about this rn but what's new.

     Harper: Y/N. chill. you're way overreacting to this.

     Harper: even if it meant nothing, she still likes you as a friend right?

     Harper: i think it would take a lot for her to like.. not wanna stay friends lol.

     Alex: im just saying you could probably kiss her and she'd be ok with it

     Alex: cheek kisses are pretty forward

     Harper: don't listen to him. all of his relationships ended in failure.

     Alex: wow

     Alex: im seriously hurt

     Harper: am I wrong?

     Alex: no..

     Harper: my point exactly.

     Harper: i’m not saying you have nothing to lose or anything.

     Harper: because i myself had to tread very carefully with leah..

     Harper: but i think you should just see where it goes and not like

     Harper: put too much emphasis on this incase it was nothing.

     Y/N: Yeah see now you have me worried it WAS nothing!!

     Alex: oh my goooooooddddddddddddddd

     Alex: the both of you approach women so.. pathetically

     Alex: take a risk

     Alex: live a little

     Alex: what is seriously the worst that could happen

     Alex: she kills you??

     Alex: lmao

     Alex: its funny cuz of.. you know

     Harper: i can’t wait to be home and smothering him with a pillow instead of affection.

     Y/N: You and me both.

     Y/N: Try being the only one available to play games with him.

     Alex: both of you fucking love me okay

     Alex: alsooooooo i get to be home the day after tomorrow

     Alex: the alex is back, babieeeeee

     Y/N: Harper please come home I’m BEGGING you.

     Harper: sorry you gotta deal with him alone for another month lmao.

     Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

     Alex: can i get a fucking crumb of love here please

         You swipe over to the couple of messages Spinel has left you in the past couple of minutes while you were talking to your friends.

         Spinel: It’s another stupid ball, I just found out.

     Spinel: I told her that I’m sitting this one out this time.

     Spinel: She has so many others that would absolutely love to help her, and yet, still absolutely insists that I must be there.

     Spinel: I don’t want to go back to homeworld right now, and not for this.

     Y/N: And you put your foot down? Hell yeah, dude.

     Y/N: Planning a ball for a bunch of gems sounds like a chore anyway.

     Spinel: oh, it is, believe me.

     Spinel: And they need everything to be PERFECT.

     Spinel: Which isn’t realistic anymore now that they don’t expect any of the gems to stay in line with their gem class nowadays.

     Spinel: The last ball they threw almost 4 months ago was utterly chaotic.

     Y/N: For thousands of years y'all as a race never pushed to deviate from the norm, and now that you guys are allowed to? I’d go batshit with it too.

     Y/N: Being stifled in everyday life, and finally you’re free?

     Y/N: Fuck, I’d go around fusing with anyone!

     Spinel: That is precisely what too many of them did.

     Y/N: Lmao. I wish I could’ve seen that.

         You tab back over to your group chat for a moment to see what they’re talking about.

         Harper: see? they’re everywhere.

     Harper: i wasn’t expecting the campsite to have so many.

     Alex: you could have built an army and instead you took pictures

     Alex: do you know how easy it is to lure chipmunks?

     Alex: oh that lil guy on the bottom right is so fucking chunky i love him

     Harper: that’s the one that got the closest when i fed them. :3

     Alex: oh i fuckin BET

     Alex: you dont get that chubby in the wild without takin a few risks

     Alex: if u know what i mean ;)

     Harper: i hate whatever you just implied.

     Y/N: It’s not a conversation with Alex unless you roll your eyes at least 3 times.

     Alex: hey i thought it was 4 times

     Alex: dont insult me

     Alex: anyway, y/n

     Alex: are you workin the day i come back

     Y/N: Yeah I’m actually scheduled a double.

     Alex: scheduled

     Y/N: Yes.

     Alex: a double

     Y/N: Yes.

     Alex: he can’t SCHEDULE you a DOUBLE

     Y/N: He can if he asks me ahead of time as a favor.

     Alex: that fuckin bastard

     Alex: always ruining my plans

     Harper: you’re still mad at him for firing you last summer, huh.

     Alex: OF COURSE I AM

     Y/N: Bro you stole like $300 of cotton candy sugar that summer.

     Y/N: It’s only fair.

     Y/N: Besides, I’m only doing this because he said he’d give me a long weekend for it.

     Alex: kay well

     Alex: i guess i’ll just go bug you at work and wait for you to get off that day :'(

     Y/N: Get me written up again, I swear to god.

         Your phone chimes several times, and you swipe down to see messages from both Spinel and Steven. You check Spinel's first.

         Spinel: Do me a favor and ignore any messages Steven has sent you.

     Y/N: What are you, my boss?

     Spinel: I MEAN IT

         You quickly switch over to Steven's texts.

         Steven: I was going to ask you if your date with Spinel went okay, but I'm assuming it went fine considering she hasn't really stopped talking about you.

         Ohhhh my god, this is wild. You reply to him.

         Y/N: It wasn't a date as far as I know.

     Y/N: I had fun.

     Y/N: She's telling me to not read your messages, lmao.

     Y/N: Also what do you mean she hasn't stopped talking about me??

     Steven: She’s been lying on my floor for the last hour basically gushing about you.

     Steven: But you didn’t hear that from me!

     Steven: :D

     Y/N: Haha thanks, kid.

         You switch back over to text Spinel, and get up off the couch to make yourself some tea. Pulling out your kettle, you turn the stove on and grab some raspberry flavored abomination tea bag that your dad loves more than any of the other good tea flavors.

         Y/N: Sooooo.

     Spinel: You talked to him, didn’t you.

     Y/N: Hahaha noooo. :)

     Spinel: The fuck did he say?

     Y/N: Absolutely nothing.

     Spinel: Seriously? I was sure he’d reveal something embarrassing.

     Y/N: Nope! You should probably get off his floor eventually, though.

         Your kettle goes off and you grab a clean mug, and pour the boiling water into it along with the tea packet. You look down at your phone, and grin.

         Spinel: goddammit.

         You let the bag steep for a little bit, and add in a small amount of sugar. Walking up to your bedroom you take a snap of Jellybean half lounging, half falling off the stairs and send it to Spinel. She replies with a couple heart emojis, and you wonder if Steven was the one to show her the proper use of them. You set your cup of tea down on your desk, and turn your computer on. It’s evening now, and it’s much too late to do anything left with the rest of your day productivity-wise, so you settle in on playing more minecraft. Your thoughts wander quite a bit, and you find yourself stuck on thinking about Spinel. Naturally. You wonder about a lot of things she’s learned while staying on earth, from things like - does she pay rent? Does she have a job? Does she know what taxes are? Does she know what a relationship with a human looks like? She said she watched a movie, but didn’t exactly elaborate. You don’t know what human-norms she’s been exposed to. You can’t even concentrate enough to mine any of this redstone for Alex, and you nearly die in-game when the thought of ‘does she know what sex is?’ pops into your mind. You grab your phone and shoot Spinel another message.

         Y/N: Quick question.

     Y/N: If you don’t mind me asking.

         It takes her a few minutes to reply.

         Spinel: Sure?

     Y/N: Do you know how humans are made?

     Spinel: w

     Spinel: Yes?

     Spinel: Steven told me about it a few weeks ago actually.

     Spinel: Why are you asking?

     Y/N: No reason! Just curious is all.

     Spinel: Hm.

         Yeah you’re not too confident that she actually knows, and you’re too chickenshit to elaborate right now. You’ll enlighten her later. You spend the rest of the night browsing memes on your phone, and texting your friends and Spinel on occasion. Before you know it, your eyes drift close with your phone in hand.

     You wake up when your alarm goes off for your morning shift, and curse at yourself for not charging it last night. It’s at a solid 32%, which isn’t really enough to go about your day, but you’ll have to make do. You get ready for a hopefully not shitty day, lock up the house, and head in to work.

     It’s a complete shitshow when you come in, and you turn your phone off to save battery and concentrate on dealing with more than an average amount of tourists. You find Mr. Smiley sleeping in the breakroom/office/supply closet, and have half a mind to lock him in there from the outside for the rest of your shift. It’s pretty busy, and messy, and it isn’t until you’re there for several exhausting hours that you finally have enough time for a break. You turn your phone on, and instantly you’re flooded with messages from several different people. Ugh.

           A couple from your dad - just checking in, really. Group chat too as usual, but none of it seems overly important. One from Spinel, and several from Steven. You open up Spinel’s message first.

         Spinel: Do you think we could talk about a couple of things later?

         Vague, and a little concerning. You text back an apology for getting back to her so late, and open the messages from Steven.

         Steven: Hey are you busy?

     Steven: I’m dealing with a bit of a situation right now, and could use your help.

     Steven: Spinel locked herself in my bathroom, and she won’t come out.

     Steven: She refuses to answer to anyone, and several of us have tried.

     Steven: I’m just really worried about her, and you guys seemed to bond, so I was hoping..

     Steven: That maybe you could come over?

     Steven: Thanks regardless.

         You check the timestamp, and that was over an hour ago. Jesus christ.

         Y/N: Steven I’m so sorry, my phone was off and I’m at work, give me a few and I’ll be right over, okay?

     Y/N: I’ll be quick.

         He replies almost immediately with a “please” and you pocket your phone. You try not to worry too hard about Spinel as you rush over to grab your things, and knock on Mr. Smiley’s office/broom closet door. He opens it groggily, clearly just waking up.

     “Yeah?” he slowly blinks at you.

     “I gotta leave early. Emergency.” You stare at him, trying to not be pissed at his lack of work ethic.

     “Are you for real? You’ve got another 3 hours left.” He says and crosses his arms, and you glare at him.

     “I’ve been working my ass off while you’ve been sleeping this whole time, AND I’m covering your ass tomorrow so you can go meet your old friend! So the LEAST you can do is let me go early when I have an emergency!!!” You almost yell out at him, and he holds his hands up in defense.

     “Okay, okay! Fine. Only because you’re a good worker.” He says, and has the gall to look at least a little ashamed of himself.

     “Damn right I am.” You spin around and head out of the building, practically running.

     You almost trip and bite it several times on the way over to Steven’s place, but you’re more worried about Spinel. You’ve only been to his place twice, but once you’re there you run up the stairs and open the door without knocking. You’re greeted by the only two people in the living room, Pearl, and Steven.

         “Oh, she’s here!” Pearl says and nudges Steven, who looks up from typing on his phone.

     “Y/N! Thank god you’re here.” He says with furrowed eyebrows.

     “What happened?” You say and shut the door, and cross the room over to him.

     “I’m not sure! We were just working on something together for Amethyst, and she got a call from Blue and Yellow. She’s been ignoring them lately, and they’ve been bothering me in turn because of that, so I asked her to take the call just see what they want.” He runs his hand through his brown curls, and just for a moment, you see that 12 year old him in again. The obvious stress masks just how young he really is, and you feel bad that he can’t live life like a normal kid. “She went outside to take the call, and was out there for quite a while. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I did hear some yelling. And just when I was going over to make sure they were alright, she comes back in tears, eyes spiraling like months ago, and nearly knocks Pearl over rushing into the bathroom.”

     “And nothing since?” You inquire, fidgeting with your hands.

     “No,” He says, frustratedly. “I’ve been trying to reach the diamonds to see what this is all about, but I’ve only been getting the pearls. I don’t know what to do. She hasn’t been like this in months. What were they talking about to make her this upset?”

     “Maybe I can find out. You said she’s in your bathroom?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

     “Yeah, the one right over here.” He says and points to it.

     “Is it locked?” You ask.

     “No,” Pearl glances towards the bathroom door and crosses her arms. “The lock has been broken on it for a while, since Peridot joined us actually. Both Garnet and I tried opening it, but I think once Spinel hears someone trying to come in she blocks the door.”

     Hm.

     “I’m gonna try something, but you guys are gonna wanna stay away.” You say to the two of them. “I don’t want to overwhelm her with more than one person.”

     “Let us know if we can do anything?” Steven makes to pass by you and gives your arm a light squeeze. “And thanks for coming to help.”

     “Anytime, dude.” You give him a half smile, and walk over to his bathroom. You turn to take a look back at the other two, and they’re already in the kitchen discussing something in soft tones. You move to knock at the door, make two light taps against the frame, and wait for an answer.

     A couple seconds pass, and nothing. Not even any movement. Nervously, you knock again, a little louder this time, and wait for a good ten seconds.

     Still nothing.

     You take a deep breath, reach out to grab the door handle, and very slowly and quietly open the bathroom door. You see nothing but absolute darkness, and step in. You feel around the wall to your right and flip a switch just as you close the door behind you with an audible click. The room instantly floods with the dark red light of the heat lamp, and before you can even think about finding another light source, you find yourself slammed up against the wall and let out a surprised yelp. You open your eyes to see Spinel’s face inches from yours, pupils wild, her hands splayed against your shoulders.

     “U-um,” Your voice cracks a little. “Hey.”

     You watch her eyes take a second to find yours, and almost instantly, she lets you go, arms trembling.

     “W.. what are YOU DOING HERE!?” She cries, large tears pouring down her face, eyebrows raised in confusion, mouth trembling. Her hair is in loose pigtails, strands untamed around her face, cheeks stained with tear tracks. She looks like a mess, and your heart breaks, just a little. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt y-”

     “I’m fine.” You cut her off. “I should have said who it was outside the door, I’m sorry. And um.. Steven texted me while I was at work, and told me what was going on so I rushed over..” You trail off as you watch Spinel’s entire body shake, and she covers her face with both of her hands.

     “I can’t believe I just did that.” You hear her wavering voice, muffled behind her fists, and she lets out a choked sob. “Maybe they were right. M-maybe I’m not meant to-” She quickly moves her hands down to look at the floor with wide, vulnerable eyes, and struggles to form the rest of her words. You hear her breathing pick up pace, and you’re starting to realize she’s hyperventilating.

     “Spinel, look at me.” Her eyes shoot up to yours, lips trembling. “I need you to breathe.” You do what your friends have always done with you, and gently grab both of her hands and hold them with yours, thumbs stroking her palms in slow circles. She freezes up instantly, and you’re about to panic, because while a familiar touch helps ground you, you register that maybe it’ll make it worse for her. But before you can pull your hands away, her hands relax ever so slightly, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Good. Just like that.” You motion for her to follow your breathing inverals, and she copies you, hands still shaking in yours.

     It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with something like this, but you’re thankful for having similar life experiences. After a solid minute or two of this her breathing is back to a normal pace, but she’s still crying, and now not meeting your eyes. Almost like she’s avoiding them.

     “Look, I.. I don’t know what happened with you and the diamonds, but you can talk to me about it if you’d like. No pressure, though.” You give her hands a small squeeze, and she whimpers, looking up to meet your gaze. Tears are still actively streaming down her face, and you have no idea how to make any of this better. It physically hurts you to see her like this.

     “C-can I not talk about it? I don’t think I’m ready..” She pulls a hand from yours, and wipes at her face. She just kind of smeared half of her face with wetness, and she looks miserable.

     “You don’t have to talk about anything, Spinel.” You look at her, making sure she sees it in your eyes. You slowly let go of her other hand, and hold your arms out in a silent question instead. Her mouth opens slightly, the red glow of the light around her making her look extremely vulnerable and soft, and she looks at your open arms with a blank face for a moment before understanding. Almost instantaneously, she throws herself against you and wraps her arms around your shoulders, shoving her face into the cradle of your neck. You envelop your arms around her tightly, giving her sides a squeeze, and you feel her start to shake again.

     She lets out an unsteady sigh, and hiccups out another small sob. You pull her to lean fully against you as you stand there, bracing your back against the bathroom door. She lets you maneuver her, and you rest the side of your face against her temple while she cries. You resign yourself to letting her cry on you until she’s done, if she needs to.

       You feel her sniffle against your neck, and try not to mind that she’s getting your shirt soaked. You give her back a few gentle rubs, feeling her body quiver against yours as she’s trying to control her choked breathing. You’re not really counting the minutes, as right now you’re currently having way too many rampant thoughts about what the fuck the diamonds could’ve said to her. You’re mad as hell, honestly, and if you could say shit to them, you would in a heartbeat. You don’t want to make anything worse for her though, as much as you want to steal her phone and video call them to curse them out. It takes a few more minutes, but eventually her crying dies down, and you feel her breathing even out. Slowly, she dislodges her arms from twisting around you two, and you feel a sigh, her breath hot against your neck. You do your best to school your facial expression as you’re realize just how close you are to her, and she pulls her face from its resting position to look at you. She looks awful.

       “U-um,” She lifts up her hand to attempt to wipe her face, failing to rub half the tears away. “I don’t really want to go out there yet..”

       “You don’t have to.” You say, quietly. “I can leave if you’d like some quiet to yourself.” Her face looks panicked for a second, and she grabs your wrist.

       “Please don’t leave me.” She says, voice wavering again. You try not to let your heart shatter at her tone.

     “I won’t if you want me here.” You say, and sigh softly. “Here, hold on a second.”

     She lets your wrist go as you move slightly over to the sink, turn the hot water on, and grab a clean hand towel from the counter. You soak it in water, and squeeze out all the excess. Towel in hand, you turn back to her, and she’s looking at you cautiously. You lift the towel slightly, motioning to her face.

     “May I?” You ask, and she nods slightly.

     Tenderly, you brush a couple strands of hair away from her face, grasp her chin with your left hand and pull her forward, gently pressing the towel to her cheek. She closes her eyes, and her shoulders sag a little as she lets you dab at her face, cleaning her of any tear stain marks. She sighs into your touch, and it strikes you that it would be so easy to just.. lean in and kiss her.

       Your brain almost short circuits and you snap your thoughts back to reality. There’s a time and place for everything. This is not the time, nor the place.

       Once you’re satisfied that she looks a lot better than before, you pull your hands away to toss the rag in the sink, and Spinel, for a brief moment, looks disappointed that you had stopped. Which.. kind of gives you an idea.

       “Can I try something? Harper used to do this thing with me when I.. had similar breakdowns.” You ask her. She raises her eyebrow in response, clearly exhausted from crying so much. “Here.” You say, and take her hand and lead her over to the rim of the bathtub. You sit down on the edge, and motion for her to sit in front of you on the floor. She takes a seat in front of you, still confused, but obeys nonetheless. “Can I touch you?” You ask her, watching her face to make sure she’s alright.

       She looks up at you, the red light in the room flooding the entirety of her face, making her hair darker, and the whites of her eyes a bit more dramatic.

     “Yeah.” She says in reply, voice tired.

     You reach out to her hair, and stop for a moment.

     “Can I have you face the other direction, actually? Come over here.” You move to open your knees, making enough room for Spinel to turn around and lean against the bathtub. She’s close to you again.

     “What are you..” She trails off as you start to take the hair ties out of her pigtails, one after the other. It takes a second, as it’s a bit tangled, but you manage to get both out, and let her hair fall down. You comb out her hair with your fingers, gently, and she sighs audibly while leaning into your touch. You run your short nails along her scalp, scratching and massaging as you smooth out her hair, attempting to pull all the tangles out.

     “Touch used to calm me down, and Harper was really good at it, honestly.” You say while pulling out a particularly difficult tangle without hurting her. Her hair is long like this, and you like it. You wish you could grow your hair this long, but it’s kind of a pain to deal with, and the longest you’ve ever had yours wasn’t even to your mid back, you think to yourself. “Sometimes she’d give me shoulder and neck massages, but I preferred that she’d just play with my hair. There’s just something different about another person touching your hair.”

     “I kind of get what you mean.” She says, tiredly.

     “Can I braid your hair?” You lean closer to look at her face.

     “Do what you want.” She says, looking fairly relaxed.

     “Cool. Anyway, while Harper was good at that, Alex, on the other hand, was just terrible at any kind of physical comfort. He’s genuine, and he tries, but he’s an idiot. He’s a lot better at distractions, for the most part.” You run your fingers through her hair one more time, before starting to separate her hair into three parts for a french braid. “He’s funny, and comes from a large family, so he always has stories and jokes. Whenever I’d have a panic attack, those two were always so good about being there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

     You notice that Spinel‘s shoulders have lost most of the tension in them, and you’re secretly relieved. You keep talking to fill the quietness around you two, because you’ve always hated the quiet during moments like these. Your friends aren’t here, so it’s up to you to make up for it.

     “It was kind of hard, at first though,” You say, and start looping the chunks of hair around your fingers, starting at the top of her head. “Because for a while there, back when I was 16 and dealing with the worst of my abandonment issues, I clung onto Harper like a baby koala. I had this super weird crush on her even though we had been friends since we were practically babies. I think I idolized her because she was just.. good to me.” You accidentally tug a little too hard on a strand of hair, wince and utter an apology while massaging the spot on her scalp. “I’m glad that didn’t ruin our friendship, but for a while there I really pushed my feelings onto her, which was kinda fucked up on my part.”

     “Hm..” Spinel mumbles. “I kind of had a thing for Pink, I think. Which ended up screwing with me even more after what she did.” You stare at the back of her head and pause your hands for a second. Huh. Yeah, you had a hunch.

     “If she were still alive, I’d punch her in the face for you, I hope you know.” You state, in full seriousness. This gets the first chuckle that you’ve heard from her today, and you’re secretly overjoyed.

     “I’d pay to watch that.” She says, and you laugh out loud. You see her smile, just barely.

     “So,” You continue, with both your hands and conversation. “A week or so after my 17th birthday, right after Harper talked to me about this guy at school that she liked, I confess to her. And not like a, ‘oh hey, you’re my best friend and I really like you’ kind of way, either. It was more like a, ‘have a mental breakdown over your best friend liking someone else and make them feel like shit about it on your walk home from school’ kind of confession.” Your hands reach the nape of her neck now, braid mostly done on her head, but you’ve got around another 20 inches of length before being finished.

     “Harper avoided me for nearly a week after that. I was absolutely pathetic, and inconsolable. Alex was fed up with my shit after a few days, and nearly slapped me over it. He would’ve been in the right, doing so, honestly. I was a selfish asshole who only thought about her own feelings, and not about her best friends.” Your eyes drift to Spinel’s face, and her eyes are closed, eyebrows unfurrowed.

     “Anyway,” You’re nearly done with the entire braid now. “She did end up forgiving me. Thankfully. I don’t know what I’d do if it were my fault that I’d split up our friend group.” You pick up the discarded hair tie from earlier, and tie it around the end of the braid.

     “I’m all done, by the way.” You say to her. She opens her eyes tentatively, and she looks sleepy. You stand up, and stretch your back. She also gets up on wobbly legs, and turns to look at you.

     “Um.” She’s avoiding your eyes. “Thank you. For this.” She’s twisting her hands together, nervously. You lean your face closer to get at eye-level with her.

     “Anytime.. and for the record, you look really cute in a braid.” You say and smile, giving her a cheeky wink. You watch her entire face from the neck up turn bright red, and think that you could probably do this forever, and never get tired. She gives you a noncommittal grunt, halfheartedly smacks your arm and you grin at her.

     You hear a quiet knock at the door, and look over to Spinel. She shrugs, so I guess it’s okay now.

     “You can come in!” You say to the door. It opens slowly, and you see Steven peek his head in.

     “Um.. are we okay?” He asks, clearly very worried about her.

     “I’ll be okay.” She says, and you think that maybe she should lay down and sleep. You verbalize this immediately.

     “Spinel. I think you should go take a nap.” You look at her, and she blinks at you. “I’m serious.”

     “She’s kind of right.” Steven says in agreement with you. Spinel gives the both of you a shrug, and even that seems like it’s taking a lot out of her.

     “Okay.” She says, and turns to walk out of the bathroom. Steven opens the door wider, and you can see Pearl in the kitchen leaning against the counter, trying to not seem like she’s intently watching all of you.

     Spinel makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat, sitting up rigidly. You walk over to her to make sure she’s okay before you leave for home.

     “You know you can text me, right? And if you need me, I’ll be available. I’ll leave my volume turned on.” She gives you a nod. “Oh, and.. take this,” You say, and pull off the pullover hoodie you’re wearing right now, and hand it over to her. “Alex used to let me wear his oversized sweaters, and they used to help me sleep, so..”

     She tentatively reaches out, and takes it from your hands.

     “Thanks.” She says, and gives you a small smile. With her hair pulled back like this she almost looks human, for a fleeting moment. You sometimes forget she’s a gem. You return the smile back at her, and turn around to leave.

     After grabbing your bag that you set down earlier from beside the couch, you head over to the front door and open it. Shouldering the bag, you start to shut the door and see Steven behind you. He closes the door behind him, his face searching yours for something you don’t quite know.

     “I don’t know what you did, but thank you.” He says, completely genuine.

     “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it for you, too, you know.” You say to him, and he smiles.

     “That’s why I like you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”

     “Yeahhhh, don’t tell anyone, though. You’ll ruin my reputation.” You smirk, giving him the side-eye. He laughs and pats your back.

     “Ohhhhhh no! Whatever will you do!?” He rolls his eyes in jest. “Get home safe, okay?”

     “No promises.” You reply, and jump down his steps, two at a time.  

     It doesn’t take you long to get home, and you’re pretty tired yourself. You make yourself busy by preparing dinner, cleaning the kitchen a little, and calling your dad for another check-in. Before you know it, it’s nearly 11, and you need to sleep for your double shift tomorrow that you almost forgot about. You’re laying in bed browsing social media before drifting off, and you receive a text from Spinel. You swipe down and open the message.

         Spinel: Thanks again for today.

     Spinel: I baked some new cookies with Steven, and would like to give you some tomorrow if that’s okay?

         You smile to yourself. Ughhhhhhhh, you’re catching the feelings disease, and you swat the air around you like it somehow physically manifested around you.

         Y/N: I work literally all day, but feel free to stop by and give them to me.

     Y/N: Then I get to see a pretty familiar face to break up all the lame tourists.

     Y/N: Cuz that sounds super nice. ;)

     Spinel: I’ll see you tomorrow, then.

         She didn’t react to your obvious teasing, but you won’t let that discourage you. You fall asleep thinking of the many different ways you can poke fun at her, and this time, you charge your phone.

     You wake up the next morning feeling well-rested for once, and get ready for work. Alex has sent you a couple texts about when his flight will arrive, and when he’ll roughly come to meet you. Sometime around 4pm, apparently. You shoot Spinel a good morning text, and she replies almost instantly with the same, which makes you smile.

     You head to work, texting your group chat about what happened yesterday with Spinel, and give them basically all the details. Alex makes fun of you for a bit, so you curse him out and pocket your phone as you clock in. Today’s going to suck, but you’ve got a few things to look forward to.

     You make it a couple hours into your shift before you finally get a break, and Spinel texts you that she’ll drop by sometime in the afternoon once she’s done helping Bismuth with something. God you hope it’s not when Alex gets here, because you are so not fucking ready for that interaction. You eat your lunch and pray to any god out there that you could have one more day of peace.

     You’re outside the main building repairing a couple parts on the carousel, ignoring the bulk of the tourists to focus on work. You don’t realize that quite a while has passed by, because someone walks up to you as you’ve got your head in a small door, and kicks you slightly on your ass. You jolt and bump your head against the opening, and you hear Alex burst out into laughter as you groan in pain.

     God fucking dammit, this guy. You pull your head out to glare at him, screwdriver pointing at him threateningly.

     “Do you want this up your ass? Because I can do that.” You say to him, and he laughs even harder. You roll your eyes at him.

     “Don’t promise me with a good time, Y/N.” He says, and you stand up to smack him.

     “I don’t think the pointy end would be a good time, idiot.” You deadpan stare at him. He grins.

     “You don’t know what I’m into.” He shrugs, and flips his hair dramatically. You hate that he’s stupid and charming, and you love him so much.

     “I know I haven’t seen you in 2 months, but like, I feel like you’ve grown taller?” You stare at him, a little mournfully. You’re the shortest one out of your friends, and you’re of average height. He also seems.. handsomer. You think he definitely got a lot more tan. He’s definitely grown into his looks, his dark curly hair and recently shaved face making him look older than you’re used to.

     “I don’t think I did, but I think you’ve grown shorter.” He laughs obnoxiously, and you smack his arm again, which makes him laugh harder.

     “You’re so mean to me, like all the time. Why do I love you?” You cross your arms and pout, because you know it gets a rise out of him.

     “Youuuuuuu knowww, because I’m just so loveable and gorgeous and the smartest one in the group??” He flutters his eyelashes at you like he thinks he’s cute.

     “Wow, you are none of these things.” You reply, smirking at him. He puts his hand over his heart in mock offense.

     “Y/N, I’m offended. I’ve been here for like, five minutes, and I’ve received absolutely no affection from you. If I don’t get love, I will wilt and die. Do you want to be responsible for my death?” He opens his arms wide, and you roll your eyes dramatically, and stand there.

     “We’re not doing this in public.” You say, standing your ground.

     “Ohhh, YES we are, Y/N.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Prepare yourself for the onslaught.”

     You take a couple steps back, prepared to run. He grabs your arms, wraps his around your torso, and picks you up, swinging you around.

     “Nooooooooooooooooo!!” You cry. “Put me down you oaf!”

     “No! I want love!” He all but shouts, and spins you around. He grabs your cheek with one hand and starts giving you big ‘ol smooches all over your face, and you’re giggling and trying to push him away, when you hear something drop and spill on the pavement a good twenty feet from you. You look up.

     It’s Spinel.

       Her face is twisted with heartbreak, and before you can even speak up, she bolts.

       You look down, and see the cookies she made you scattered on the ground.

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

You probably have seen me talking about Billie x Audrey before, but I would love to listen your perspective on it because you’re really great so uwu

VIVI YOURE SO SWEET AGH YOURE KILLING ME 🥰👏🏼 OKAY. So I’ve read a dabble of Billie x Audrey, but nowhere near as much as I should have. Let the record show that I’m 100% on board with this ship and the more I think about them the harder I fall for them and I had to physically stop myself writing this because I could have gone on for AGES. Anyway! Here we go —

Warning: this got out of hand very quickly. And it turned from opinions to headcanons. Sooooo yeah I’m sorry

Billie Dean x Audrey Headcanons:

Audrey is a bottom. In my mind she’s the bottomiest bottom that ever bottomed. But she’s also so bratty that she’s almost a top?? She begs. She submits. But she also has this funny little way of wrapping her partner right around her finger and always getting her way.

And Billie LIVES for it. Billie Dean Howard is so sultry that she needs a bratty bottom. Needs someone to punish and pamper and worship.

Audrey is sooo submissive when she wants to be, and Billie loves the way she whines and squirms and always has to be touching her. But she still hasn’t figured out that no matter how in charge she thinks she is, Audrey is always five steps ahead of her, ready to do or say or wear whatever is required to get exactly what she wants.

Billie loves when Audrey gets that wicked smirk. The one that means that she wants to give. And goodness, Audrey gives so generously. Don’t get me wrong, she’s bratty when she’s needy. But when she needs to watch Billie come undone, Audrey will give with everything she has and not let up until Billie is an absolute wreck. And while Billie still bosses her, Audrey has this way of making sure Billie demands exactly what she wants to give her, and once she’s sated Audrey relishes the way Billie tucks her against her chest. Always Billie’s princess. Always treasured.

And lord that accent when she’s between Billie’s legs. Billie doesn’t think she could tire of it if she tried, and it doesn’t help that when Audrey gets particularly whiney it thickens, throwing Billie back to the way Audrey sounds right before she orgasms. And it makes Billie cave faster than she can say Croatoan.

Grabby hands. And Billie’s a sucker for them. It’s honestly pathetic.

Billie’s supernatural gift always makes Audrey feel better because she knows no spirits will sneak up on her. Not with Billie around.

And Billie loves protecting Audrey. Protecting her smile and her giggle and her softness. She had heard of the Roanoke happenings, of course she had. But two weeks after meeting Audrey she had gone to the house herself, making absolute certain that she had a clear understanding of what this woman had gone through so she could keep her safe and happy and calm.

Audrey is obsessed with Billie’s nails. Absolutely enamored. She plays with them any time she can reach them, her fingers sliding over them and tracing them and pushing into the tips. And depending on her mood she will beg Billie to keep them on in bed, relishing the prick of them on her skin, pinching as they slide against her and leaving nice red marks for the next few days.

Speaking of marking... that’s Billie’s kink. Not for herself. For Audrey. She’s hard pressed to spend a night with her where she doesn’t leave at least one. And while it may seem childish to some, she loves watching Audrey on screen, catching glimpses of the very edges of those marks and knowing exactly where her mouth/nails had been the night or week or month before.

Not to mention how much of a baby boss Audrey is about her body. She tries, she really does, to tell Billie not to mark her certain places. But Billie doesn’t give two shits and she knows the magic of movie make up, so she does what she wants and marks her where she wants and Audrey just has to deal with the aftermath. But isn’t that exactly what Audrey wanted in the first place?

Billie is the ultimate yin to Audrey’s yang - Audrey’s bubbly, tongue-popping, wide-grinning personality the perfect balance to Billie’s cool, calm demeanor. Think Billie reclining in an armchair, smoking her cigarette, looking up at Audrey with those slinky eyebrows as Audrey bounces and giggles and flails around her, telling a story. And when Audrey giggles it makes Billie laugh, that deep, low laugh that always brings a flush to Audrey’s cheeks, the two sounds snaking together in perfect harmony.

Billie is possessive to a fault. There are constant demands throughout the day that leave Audrey panting the word “yours”. And when Audrey blushes, especially in public, it leaves Billie reeling. Fast and hard.

Audrey has this sneaky way of putting on her best pouty face and curling up against Billie, standing or sitting or laying or anywhere. If they’re with friends Billie has absolutely no complaints and will gladly let her sit on her lap or the arm of her chair, fingers wandering. But Audrey has this tendency to pull that face out during premieres, when there are cameras everywhere and Billie can’t do anything more than whisper promises in her ear.

They’re surprisingly good at behaving themselves in public given how quickly they’re stripped and fucking once they get through their door. But Audrey’s pout works Billie up faster than anything, and there’s usually never more than a day or two that goes by before they’re naked in bed and screaming each other’s names.

The weeks or months that they are apart because of filming, it’s Skype sex. Every night. And Audrey always buys pretty new lingerie just to taunt Billie because she can’t touch it. At least not yet.

Billie gets revenge by sending Audrey copious amounts of flowers. It’s a bit ridiculous. By the end of it, Audrey can barely walk through her trailer. She always snatches the cards off the bouquets as soon as they’re delivered and locks them away because it never fails that Billie has written the most delicious things to make her squirm with anticipation. And Audrey has too many nosy co-workers to take any chances. She would never dream of asking Billie to stop, though. The flower-filled trailer has this strange way of making Audrey feel less alone.

They tend to sync their schedules, because Audrey is just positively too needy to be apart from Billie for more than a few hours, let alone a few weeks. But sometimes it’s impossible and neither of them would ever dream of telling the other to give up a job. So they suffer through the hard stuff because it makes the being together even sweeter. And it makes the orgasms even better.

Those mornings when Audrey plods into the kitchen in Billie’s shirt from the night before and finds Billie with a cigarette between her fingers, she always gives her best puppy dog eyes until Billie lets her hop up into her lap and drag on it. And Audrey has a nasty habit of wiggling her bum as she exhales smoke. Billie’s nails are on her in a second, without fail, and Audrey pulls that lovely “innocent” smile as she quickly submits because - you guessed it - she got exactly what she wanted. Again.

Bonus: Audrey likes to steal Billie’s jewelry and pretend it’s hers. It’s gotten to the point that Billie has forgotten what’s hers and what’s not. And she loves it.

BONUS bonus: Billie calls Audrey pumpkin and it’s a LOT, okay??

[kmelanin]

Permanent Ink / 3 \\ kth

a/n: enjoy

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WARNING- umm idk really.

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(I'm going to be very vague with the clothing, imagine your own style. lol)

Over the next couple of days, you had meetings after meetings. You prefered to have longer work days a couple days a week then short ones all week. Some of the meetings were to schedule and plan some photoshoots, you had to send out PRs, you had to make sure that things were getting done. You loved it. You loved knowing that if you just did your best everything and took your time, the outcome would be wonderful.

Currently, everything that was ready to be sold from your website is sold out. You were so happy about it. Everyone that works with you were proud of you, throughout the meetings they always complimented you, or went on about how lucky they were, because they got to be involved that will one day expand into something.

In the next clothing release you wanted release a couple male items. A couple shirts, and hoodies. Not too much, but just enough to see if they would do well or not. When someone mentioned who was going to model the new line you instantly thought of one person.

Taehyung.

He would be perfect for it. It would give your clothes a certain vibe if people see all of the tattoos and how dangerous he looks. You needed it. It would help your brand, plus it would help you get closer to him. You mention him, plus you mention that you wanted Rowan and her sister Amia. Plus some of the earlier models.

Once you were done with your meetings, you and Rowan walked to your office to get ready to go home.

“Do you think I should ask Taehyung?” You ask grabbing your jacket from the hook and handing over hers.

“Fuck yea. He would look so good in everything, especially that black hoodie that's coming out.” She says mentioning one of the colors that the world have yet to see. You sighed. You had to try. You would regret not.

The next day you had Rowan go and grab a few things to put together a gift basket. First you had her get a one of a kind bong. You were looking on a artists website. He lived in the USA and he made bongs that you wouldn't find anywhere else.

The one you picked out was inspired by a cherry blossom tree. Everything from the actual bowl which was a flower, to the actual glass was shade of pink. It had flowers along everywhere in a pretty pattern. You had Rowan pick up the $1,500 bong up from the post office, but some other smoking essentials.

You hoped this would convince him to model for you. Plus some other payment if he would like.

Once it was all put together, Rowan drove you to his apartment. Rowan simply asked Jin for his address, and without giving him a reason to why she wanted it. Which surprised you. You went in alone and went to the correct door.  You raised your hand up to push the doorbell but yelling from the other side stopped you.

“You can't loan it to me Sinsi? I'm literally about to lose the roof from over my head.” You heard Taehyung's voice loud and clear. That made you frown.

“You know that I'm not even supposed to be here, let alone loan you money. I wish I could.” She yelled back. “Sell the shop.”  You quickly knocked on the door in case someone was to storm out and think you were eavesdropping. Also because maybe he would want to model for you if you were willing to help him out. You picked up the hidden gift basket.

The door swings open and thank god  Taehyung opened it.

“YN?” He asks confused. He was wearing black sweats and a red pull over, and his hair was all wild and had that ‘just had sex’ effect. Which made your jealousy boil.

“Hi, can we talk?” You ask him, holding the bag higher in your hands. You noticed he was started to think if he really should or not, so you just walk in anyways. “Trust me, you will love the fact that I just entered without your permission.” You set the hidden present on his table and you turn to both of them. Sinsi looked confused and surprised while Taehyung confused and irritated.

“Hi YN!” Sinsi smiles, you could tell she didn't know what she wanted to do with herself. You looked at her and nodded smiling slightly.

“I wanted to offer you a job.” You say clasping your hands together, when you only seen a eyebrows raise on his face, you further explain. “As you both know, i've recently released a clothing line. I'm working on something for it, and I need a model. And I think you would be perfect for it. But! Before you say anything else. I have two things that you will get out of this.” You say holding up one finger. Sinsi was beaming in her shoes, she seemed excited for Taehyung.

“First, I know how you are a weed smoker… sooooo” You pull the bong out first not wanting to knock it over. His eyes went extremely large, you could’ve sworn he was having a heart attack by the way he was holding his chest. You turned confused when you seen Sinsi looking back and forth between you two with a slight pout on her face.

“What? Does he not like pink? I didn't think he would mind because he is a tat-”

“No it's not that, he has been saving his money up for this exact bong. I even planned on buying it for him for his birthday.” And he frown turns a bit deeper. You couldn't help but to extremely excited, you finally did something right. Taehyung's eyes were stuck on the glass in your hands. You smiled and set it down on the table. You then removed the blanket, exposing a whole set up of rolling papers and leafs, with a bunch of different cool looking lighters and rolling tray with grinders at the bottom. Taehyung's eyes were practically popping out of his head.

“If you sign to become a model, the face of the men's collection, you won't have to worry about your financial problems.” You felt like you were becoming a someones sugar mommy. But all of your models are paid well, you were willing to pay him more. At least until he didn't have to worry about his living space being taken away. You looked over at Sinsi and she looked happy but it didn't meet her eyes.

“Would you like to model?” You ask, giving her a opportunity. It was then her eyes exploded with excitement, but Taehyung cuts in.

“You aren't even suppose to be here, let alone model with me. What will Bogum say?” He scoffs, he pulls the basket toward him checking out all of the different items in there. Sinsi looked stuck for a moment, but just nods agreeing.

“With you? So you will do it?” You ask.

“Why the hell not, I have to put these good looks somewhere.” He jokes around.

“I'm going to go. It was nice seeing you again YN. See ya Tae.” Sinsi says quietly and walks out after grabbing her bag. It was quiet for a moment until you decided to say something.

“Don't use it without me first.” You joke around as he held the bong close to his face, looking at all of the details.

“I've been saving for this for so long.” He mumbles and sets it down, his eyes don't meet yours.

“I hope that doesn't upset you, that I've ruined something you've been saving for.” You say feeling slightly guilty.

“No, it's fine, now I can use the money for something else.” He nods and smiles a little.

“Since you are the only male model I have, I'm willing to pay you ten thousand a shoot.” You say wanting to finish this conversation up. You felt slightly nervous around him. You could feel his presence so strong, and his warmth was radiating off of him.

“Are you kidding me?” He asks looking down at you. His hair was covering most of his forehead and almost in his eyes. But you could still tell that he brows were frowned down.

“No, I'm serious about my work. If that's too little then I-”

“No, It's too much.” He looks down at the table of items. “All of this. Why?” He mumbles looking up to you.

“Um, well I needed a model, and you were the first person I thought of. There aren't that many shoots, so it's not like you are going to get a 100k in a week.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood a little. “And honestly, I want that ‘bad boy’ vibe for my clothes. The tattoos help with that.” You point to his exposed arms.

“Ahh, I understand.” He smiles a little and looks down at his arms. “I did a lot of them myself.” He mumbles. Then a ding comes from somewhere, and you watch as he pulls his phone out. That's when you got the biggest smile.

“I will have Rowan send you the contract and I will also need your number. You know, so I can let you know when I need you.” You started to mumble at towards the end, not really sure of what to say specifically. You open your phone and he passes his as you pass yours. You put yourself in your first name and a cloud emoji. When you got you phone back you seen a ‘KTH’ and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. Cute.

“Okay, well that's all I really wanted. I’ll see you later.” You nod your head slightly and grab the blanket.

“Wait.” Taehyung voice stops you from walking past him. Your heart practically fell to your ass when you heard him step forward. “Do you want to smoke?” His voice came so deep and close to you. You turned to him and he was so close to you looking down.

“Smoke?” You peep. He then backs away and looks down to some of the wraps on the table.

“Yea, I want to take some pictures of the glass, so I don't want to use it, if that's okay with you.”

“Uh, sure, whatever. It's yours.” You smile, you were nervous now. You weren't a ‘stoner’. And now with these sudden nerves and just Taehyung in general, you weren't sure what was going to happen.

“So what type of clothes is it?” He asks as he pulls out a airtight glass jar from under his bed. You sit on the far end, away from him, leaving space in the middle. He also grabbed one of your trays that you got him and he pulls a grinder and a pack of rellos out. You pull out your phone and showed him some pictures.

(Don't post this picture.)

You showed him one of the more fancy and expensive pieces.

“I was wondering if you would be up to dye your blonde.” You ask mentioning and idea you had.

“Whatever you want, especially if i'm being paid 10k.” He smiles a little.

You watch as he seals up the blunt, his lips wraps around it so beautifully. His tongue then sticks out and licks it one more time. He grabs one of the lighters you brought and he runs the flame around the blunt, which you assumed dried it a bit.  He then sticks one end in his mouth, and you noticed something on the end. He lights it up and puffs some smoke.

“I put a glass tip on it.” He nods at it and passes it to you. You took it and brought it up to your lips. You could feel his eyes on you, which made your heart race a little. But that doesn't stop you from hitting it and inhaling it in a french inhale way. That one hit you pretty hard, since you haven't smoked in a while. But you hit it again and pass it back. Your eyes met his, but he looks down and grabs it.

“I also have some other things coming out in a couple of months. My father got Gucci to collab with me. I think you will look really nice in Gucci.” You talk some more, you didn't want there to be a awkward silence. “And all the models, whichever clothes they model they get to keep. Now that I think about it, I need to find some more male models, I can't have you leave with another ten thousand in clothes.” You laugh.

“Fuck, I'd feel like I owe you my life.” He shakes his head.

“Just think about this being a side job. Imagine, Kim Taehyung sexy tattoo artist, and Gucci model.” You throw your hands up and wiggle your fingers to make it more dramatic.

“Mhmm.” He groans and shakes his head. “You think I'm sexy?” He asks taking another hit and passing it to you.

“Doesn't everyone?” You shrug, you felt your cheeks burn. You brought the weed up and hit it a couple of times, needing to relax.

“I'm really putting myself out there doing this. I usually keep to myself. I've also noticed that people don't tell me anything face to face. They usually talk about me in their instagram posts of their tattoos.” You pass it back and he happily hit it.

“Well, they must not really want you then. Sometimes the girl has to make the first move.” You shrug. Then you realized what you said. “Not that I want you. Seems like Sinsi got to you first.” You laugh a little, trying to make it into somewhat of a joke. He puts the rolling tray down on the floor and slides it down under his bed. He then scooches forward a little and passes it. You were freaking out slightly. The weed was clearly getting to you and you were high as shit. You made yourself sound thirsty, and you wanted to slam your head in the wall.

Your thoughts were cut off when he leans forward a little, he caught you halfway and watched you blow it out.

“You are really pretty when you smoke. You look as if you don't what you are doing, but then you hit it and wow.” His voice was low, and deep.

“Oh, thank you.” You mumble and you look away from him. You little bit of confidence was gone and you felt little and small. You pass it to him. He grabs it and sits back a bit. He takes a hit and blow it out.

“Sinsi, she did ‘get to me first’. But we are no longer, and never will be again.” he nods and takes a huge hit. It comes in almost in a bubble and he sucks it back in. He then blow it's out and he tries to pass it back but you reject it.

“I should probably go.” You smile and stand up.

“Wait. I need to tell you something.” he says making you sit back down.

“Sinsi left me for one of my best friends Bogum. So whenever you see us together, it's just as friends. I don't even want that, but she's just so…”

“You loved her? Understandable.” You smile sadly.

“We broke up so long ago. I don't have feelings for her anymore and-”

“Wait, why are you telling me this?”

“Look. I'm not dumb, neither are you. You just come into my shop, get a tattoo, and it's like you've never left. Now you're offering this amazing job opportunity. And let's not forget the thousands of followers you gave me. You must of taken some liking of me.”

He caught you. Oh fuck.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say, you weren't sure how to answer him, without saying anything wrong. But when you looked back up at him, and you seen that he was already staring back, you got this surge of confidence. “You’re right. I’m attracted to you, physically. I’m trying to keep you around so i can figure you out Kim Taehyung. I’m not sure if you’re a seducer then heartbreak or you’re actually a soft baby inside of this hard exterior you got going on.” you point at him. His facial expression went from a smug one to confused and back to his frowning self.

“Figure me out?” He asks with a strained voice.

      “Look. I’m not trying to poke into your personal life. But you agreeing to model for me, it’s going to open a lot more doors for you. Without some help, the public will eat you up.” You stood up needing to get your point across. “Now that you mention earlier, you said Sinsi left you for Bogum. Park Bogum?” He nods once. “Yea, I seen them at a couple events. Why don’t you show Sinsi that’s she’s missing out. Because what she did was fucked up.” You shrugged. “Go with the flow” You nod once more. You watch as he nods agreeing with you. You realize your eyes felt quiet heavy and your mind was a little fuzzy. You then focus on Taehyung.

He sat there finishing the blunt and he just looked godly.

“Just be careful with the girls, because they will be willing to do anything for someone who looks like you.” You add a little laugh into it, but he just looks at you with this serious expression. He puts out the roach and claps his hands together.

“Who looks likes me?” He raises a brow. Your cheeks burn realizing that he was teasing you once again. He knows you have taken a liking into him, yet he pushes and pulls like this.

“Yes Taehyung.” You sigh. He smiles a bit noticing your frustration.

“And anything you say? Like what?” He leans back on his hands.

“You can do whatever you want, I was just trying to give you advice.” You roll your eyes. You didn't know if you wanted to leave or not. You didn't know if you wanted to jump on his lap or not. He pulls you out of your thoughts when he stands up.

“Come here.”He nods toward you. Your eyes widen a little, sudden nerves enter your system. You walk in front on him, leaving a foot of space. He looks down at you, he doesn't say anything, he just tilts his head a little a continues to stare. His hair covering his eyes a little. You could see his lips start to pull into a smile until he clenches his jaw and any sign of a smile is gone.

“You Ms Yn, you try to be slick, but yet you are very very obvious.” He says breaking the silence. You lick your lips and smile a little, trying to hide the fact that your whole face and the tips of your ears were burning. “The list is getting longer and longer, eventually i'm going to have to give my life to you to pay you back.” He jokes shaking his head a little.

“Are you complaining?” You shrug and laugh at him. He then suddenly pulls you close to him by your waist. His face was suddenly right in front of yours and your breath was caught in your throat.

“Nah, but I do have a way I could pay you back.” He then grabs your hair pulling on it a little making you tilt your head back a bit, his head then goes in a he lays a couple of kisses on your neck. He trails up, getting a little messy. You were so stunned by what was happening. You hands grabbed onto his shoulders, tight. As he nibbled and kissed, your nails dug into his shoulder, you bit your bottom lip to hold in any noise. “I take care of this body for a while.” His hand suddenly went down and he grabbed at your ass. Before a moan could slip out you push him away.

         “You’re gross, you know that?” You cross your arms in front of yourself.

“What I do wrong?” He smirks and shrugs. But you just roll your eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” You looked at him like he was coo-coo.

        “Okay maybe the body part was a little much, but i was kinda serious. I can't lie and say i’m not attracted to you as well. Shit, i’m kinda hard thinking about the things I could and would do to your right now if you let me.” As he said that, his face was set in a serious way. There you go again blushing. You didn’t know if you should believe him or not.

         “You warn me about the girls out here when i really only want you, physically of course. Do you not feel the same about me?” He throws his hands up like he was a damn emoji.

           “Shouldn’t we keep things professional?” You end up whispering.

            “Oh please. If i kissed you right now, and thought of professionalism would go out the door. Would it not?” He raises a brow. But then he smirks once again. “I’m assuming your puppy Rowan will tell me when to come in. So i’ll see you later.” He then pulls off his shirt and turns to pull his covers back. You were stuck. His whole torso was covered in beautiful all black ink. You see a cherry blossom trees, and different birds and flowers. There was Korean words and english combined. There were so many layers. He looks back at you with a confused look.

“Why are you still here?” He asks. Your eyes widen at his sudden change in emotions. You gathered the things you needed to take and you left without looking back.

            It was now Friday, which meant you were free to do whatever you want until Monday. Rowan had to take a small vacation to visit her family in the US. So you were all alone and bored. With a photoshoot with Taehyung on Monday, you had Rowan set up a hair appointment for Taehyung to dye his hair blonde. So you knew that the next time you see him he was going to be a blonde.

You were currently laying in bed, you picked your phone up and checked the time. It was currently 10 am and you had nothing to do all day. You suddenly get a little idea that you might regret later on, but you open your text messages and click on Taehyung. You quickly type out a text asking him if he knew anyone that could drop off some weed.

Your heart started beating fast as you pushed send. You quickly got up wanting to distract your mind from him, wondering what he response will be. You got into the shower. You quickly did everything you needed to do and got out, to worried about your phone. You picked out a casual but quick outfit, wanting to take some pictures today. You pulled out tanish cargo pants and a off the shoulders tight black crop top from your line. Then you pulled out some black nikes to wear with it. Then you hear a ding.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Just about a fucking text message. You sighed and went to look. It was him.

//Ill send the best, boss\\ with a smirking emoji. You rolled your eyes, but clicked on the number he sent below that. It started to ring and then someone answers.

“Hello?” A deep voice says.

“Uhm, Hi, I'm YN.” You wanted to slap yourself, really?

“Ah, Taehyung just texted me about you, text me your address and we can talk about it then. I'm Yoongi by the way.”

By the time Yoongi showed up, your hair was waved and put in a half up and down style. And your makeup was done. You opened the door and you wanted to jump in a pit of lava. Fuck he was beautiful and you should've known that someone like Taehyung only know people like him, dangerous. You nodded towards him and he does it back and steps in. You lead him into your kitchen to the island. He sets his black bag on the counter. He then unzips his black windbreaker to reveal a black t-shirt. But what made your mouth go dry, was the black ink all over his arms. Damn your weakness for ink.

He then opens the bag up and in it was multiple freezer bags.

“How much?” You ask, you noticed that he has six freezer bags, filled half way.

“Oh, surprisingly Taehyung offered to pay for you. He said something about you getting something that he really wanted?” He shrugs. He then takes out some plastic baggies and nods. “So i'll give you a quarter of everything. He’ll be pissed because that's a lot of money, but he owed me anyways.” He starts to weight it all out.

“What in the hell am I supposed to do with all of that weed?” You ask, that's like a zip in a half. So 28 plus 14 grams….you rarely smoke!

“Not my problem.” He shrugs. You roll your eyes and pull five hundreds out of your wallet.

“Here, is this enough?” You ask, you raised a eyebrow as his eyes widen a bit. But he nods and finishes up. He hands you the weed and puts the money in his pocket.

“I know that's too much Yoongi, but ill let it slide for gas money.” You smile when his eyes widen again.

“My bad, it's just the business man in me.” he smiles a bit, his smile made you tingle a bit.

“Sure, whatever.” You laugh looking at all the weed you have. “At least get me something to smoke this with.”

“Oh, I got some rellos.” He unzips the pocket on the side and pulls out a plastic baggy with packs of them in there. He tosses it down on the counter.

“So how do you know Taehyung?” You ask.

“We used to tat together in high school. You?” He asks.

“He gave me this.” You say and lift your shirt up. “And he is now one of my clothing models.” You say pulling your shirt back down.

“I could've done so much better.” He shrugs.

“Mhm, I like mine just how it is, thank you very much.” You cross your shoulders. He laughs and starts to tug his jacket back on. You notice that everything from his bag to his shoes, to the beanie on his head is black. Even his tattoos, or the ones you could see. Everything was black except his skin, in fact it was the complete opposite. You hated how attracted you were, he was no Taehyung, but he was a close second.

“Well, can I hit you up when I need more weed?” You ask. “That is, if your weed isn't trash.” You didn't know why you felt like you could talk to him like that, but he just had this goofy vibe to him, even if he looked scary beautiful. But when he smiles extra gummy like you knew you were good.

“Trust me, it's not.” He pulls out his phone when it dinged in his pocket. “I follow you on instagram by the way, so I was wondering if you would like to come to this party i'm throwing tonight.”

You just raise a brow.

“It would be nice if someone with a higher status in the social world, would come.” He pulls out the money you gave him. “Here. I know I sound thirsty, but when you opened your door I was hella surprised. First by how beautiful you actually are in person, unlike the facetune clan. And because how could someone like Taehyung know you. So here is all of your money back.”

“So for all of this weed, I come to your party instead of paying?” You say trying to ignore that fact that he called you beautiful. He nods not breaking eye contact. “Fine.”

Later that night, your driver pulled into a little frat village, and you were nervous. College students scared you. They were like a whole different species. You told Yoongi to wait for you outside. Supposedly his brother is the head student in the frat the party is in, so if you show up with Yoongi, no one will mess with you. As soon as you told your driver that you will message him, you open the door and come face to face with Yoongi.

He quickly grabs your hands and pull you inside. You were immediately thrown into a whole different world. Drugs and alcohol everywhere. Students all over each other. The ones who were somewhat sober started to recognize you, but then they look up a little and see Yoongi, they stop themselves from going any further. He quickly pulls you further into the building, you enter double doors that were currently shut. Once they open, you notice a huge room that was set up like a living room, but then it opened up to a backyard, mainly filled with a in-ground pool.

You didn't expect to see Taehyung standing behind a couch, with a red solo cup in his hands. His hair was a honey brown, which you assume is from lightening his hair for Monday. You also didn't expect to see Sinsi sitting on the couch in front of him. Somehow she managed to hold his hand in that position. Taehyung's eyes were on you, and his hand suddenly wasn't in hers. But before you could see anything else you look around other places. You see Jin and Namjoon, and a couple of other people.

“Ah! Yn you're here? You came for the free alcohol or drugs?” Seokjin tried to stand up but his words slurred and his intoxicated body gave out on him and landed on Joon, his boyfriend.

“Um, actually Yoongi asked me to come.” You smile and intertwin your arm into Yoongi’s, not to much. You prayed to someone that he wouldn't move his arm away. But instead you felt your arm grow goosebumps when he actually laces his fingers through yours.

“I'm going to go get us some drinks, have fun.”

You felt like you were in a movie of some sort. You, at a college party, with a guy that you want so badly, but got invited by who you assume was his competition in the tattoo business. Better yet, the guy you want has his suppose ex all over him.

You soon found Yoongi’s brother, you didn't catch his name, but you did catch the fact that you made him the coolest ‘dude’ on campus. You didn't know how to feel about being used, but you couldn't say anything, you agreed to come. Plus free alcohol. You’ll just count it as charity work since he said that he will, quote on quote, ‘be known for having the best party.’

You did your best to get lots of pictures with the party goers. At the same time, you've downed a couple of drinks, wanting it to help with everyone wanting something from you. You were just thankful that half of the people were shit faced.

Before taking pictures, you had the choice to hang out with Sinsi, she even offered to take your pictures for instagram.

It was about a hour later when the picture needs go down. Which meant that you were starting to feel the drink a little more now that you weren't doing much. In fact your head started to spin a little. You wanted to go back to the room you were first in, maybe sit down a bit.

Before you could make it to the double doors, a cliq of four girls blocked your view. You could tell that they were high out of their minds. But you could also tell that they could handle their drugs, so they looked pretty normal, other then red eyes.

“Would you like a picture or something?” You ask kind of confused to why they all had these rude faces. “No? Then what?”

“I, no we want to you follow us on instagram, and give us a shout out. We wanna be like you.” The girl in front say, then she crosses her arms, and the other three followed behind.

“Like me?” You were highly confused.

“A social star? Duh.” You almost wanted to cringe. Are they serious.

You didn't know that Yoongi was watching everything in the past hour, he was standing near the kitchen, it was on a slight higher level, he could see over people's head. He noticed the main girl in front to his his brothers ex. He looked further down the hall that you were standing in front of and he sees Taehyung leaving from the bathroom. He stops in his tracks when he sees you.

“How about no.” You give them a sarcastic smile. You almost wanted to laugh in their face. Did they think they could scare you into doing what they say.

“Do it, or face what we will bring you.” She raises her eyebrow. You made her smile when you put on a nervous face.

“Oh no, what ever will I do?” You just scoff, erasing the smirk off of her face.

“You've got one last chance, how hard is it? A simple follow and shoutout?” A girl in the back says.

“I've worked for what I got. Now if four broke ass college students want to jump me, bring it. Just know that right after this i'm going to go back to my million dollar home and talk to my rich friends, something youll never understand because you're stuck studying your life away.” You step forward showing that you weren't scared of them. If you were sober then you wouldn't of said what you did. But you weren't going to be forced to do something you didn't want to.

Then everything happened at once.

They started to attack but then two large hands come in. One came around your shoulders, pulling you back. You look over and see that the other hand is Yoongi, standing in front of the girls blocking them for you. Once they realized that it was him in front of them, they backed away almost immediately. At this time, everyone was now looking at you all. Then Yoongi’s brother pushed his way through.

“What the fuck Misa?” He yells, clearly intoxicated.

Your heart was racing and you were too focused on everything in front of you, that you didn't realize that you were still being pulled backwards. You frowned wanting to know who the hell was behind you. Your hands come up to grab on to the arm around your shoulders. But another hand came around your waist and a ‘shh’ was said into your ear. You kept walking backwards until you both were outside.

Your heart was still going, only because you were hoping that it wasn't who you thought it was. But then again you were. But what would you even say. Once the door was shut and you were alone in the screened in porch, he pulled away. You were hit with the cool air of the night, and you turned around. Standing there, Taehyung.

[onepunchmiss]

OPM s2e5 Live blog

“The Martial Arts Tournament”

Alright I’m back to the regular live blog schedule and theres 2 things before we get started. 1) OH MY GOD DO-S IS THE EPISODE THUMBNAIL WE GET TO SEE ALL THE MONSTERS POPPING UP and 2) DOES THAT MEAN WE’LL SEE ZOMBIEMAN TRAILING MARTIAL GORILLA BECAUSE IF SO I sincerely apologize in advance yall must be aware by now how that’s going to go down on this blog. Anyway, as always I’m watching this from the perspective of someone who is caught up on both the manga and web comic. Los geht’s!

Yup the centipede movement is still creepy as hell. I saw people saying it was cgi last week which I didn’t catch right away, but regardless it’s done so well because it looks unnatural.

EYYYYY ok actually I kind don’t care about Metal Knight. What this episode is actually going to be is me screaming about all the monsters liKE RHINO WRESTLER AND PHOENIX MAN GUYS I LOVE THIS STUPID BIRD SO MUCH HECKING HECK. I’m gonna vomit like him and Do-S PLUS Garou vs Bat PLUS the other S Class heroes (Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash??) I am not physically mentally or emotionally prepared.

Yo this seems to be a trend with the monsters and me, I am evidently never prepared for the garish color schemes they get. Not mad just surprised every time?

hhhhhhhhhhhhh Ok the fight! I’m… I’m gonna try really hard to not pause every 2 seconds because I will inevitably have many words to say and screen grabs to take but that would be more than excessive sooooo ok here I go

Lol I failed immediately. I love that they’re going shot for shot with the fight. I’ve said it before, but I really think Murata captures movement and action sequences so well in the manga that if the anime were to try and deviate, it just wouldn’t be as good (especially with all the flack JC staff has been catching). Also I ADORE Metal Bat’s theme music when his fighting spirit comes out??? It’s so corny and triumphant and bad ass at once it fits him so well?? Ok wait a second I thought that after metal bat hit the manhole cover it ricocheted and came back at Garou what the heck??? That was such a cool move on Bat’s part and demonstrates he’s not just brute force, but tactical too. Why’d they leave that out??OH COME ON THEY DID WHAT THE HELL WHERE IS THIS??

This is actually my least favorite thing about season 2 biggest complaint what the fuck they did my boy dirty here. Oh thank god Zenko is here to quell my anger. Also Bat’s glowing eyes of murderous intent. Look at her. A legend.

Garou: “...haa?” Yup still love his voice actor. Perfection. Also Zenko. Just. Metal Bat and Zenko. Moshi moooshi? Just. This whole thing was almost perfect. So close. The fight felt so short, and it was because they cut out some good stuff. So close to perfection uhg

AH MY STUPID BIRD MAN he sounds exactly like what I wanted him to I’m so glad and HAH the fuckin hand I forgot about that. Side note, Anyone else play Arkham Asylum? The monster association logo looks like Scarecrow’s symbol in that game…. ANYWAY I need to take a moment to appreciate that little Phoenixman chuckle it was hella cute ok

Rh-Rhino Wrestler basically just said “Then Perish”

Oh Fuck

Oh God

Martial Gorilla  

Oh fuck

O H F UK

oh false alarm im ok my heart rate skyrocketed for nix Oh Maiko Plasma!! I love her voice wtf its cute? Phew ok the tournament. Wait that’s not giving me a break either because MAX AND SNEK M A X AND SN EK

I love him and his stupid hair omg. I’m REALLY hoping that the anime branching out and giving other characters more spotlight will help them grow in popularity a bit. Every single character in this series is underrated imo. Even the popular ones like geNOS LOOKIT HIM clapping for his sensei. Genos is baby boy I lov

“Dark Corporeal Fist?” Isn’t Void Fist just easier to say? really now. Oh My God Sourface chanting “I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok” is literally my daily Mood™. Damn look at Bang taking out some frustration I’d hate to be that monster. Me too my dude Smile Man.

WHOA I was NOT expecting that transition!! Heart! Hard! HIT! It’s the Monster Wife!! And She definitely looks more monstrous in color oof those eyes ❤❤

OH FUCK OH GOD WAIT MARTIAL GORILLA AGAIN DAMN IT I WISH I REMEMBERED EXACTLY WHEN Z SHOWS UP MY BLOOD PRESSURE CANT TAKE THIS ofuck ok false alarm again but I’m low key freaking out as they pan through all the monsters because the S Class is so close like we’re about to get Child Emperor, Flashy Flash, Pig God, Drive Knight, Darkshine and so on who got next to no screen time in season 1 its giving me anxiety im so pumped??

OH FUCK GUYS PUREBLOOD OH SHIT FUCK I FORGOT WE SEE HIM THIS EARLY CAUSE HIS DESIGN KEPT CHANGING he looks stupid with his hair behind his ears and his voice is NOT what I imagined and that manga panel redraw I did was way off with the color scheme but I don’t care I have read and re-read that fight countless times this monster just grew on me by default oh no UHG and look at Super S again it looks like they’re going panel for panel here with her and I’m not complaining

They keep hopping to the tournament but I don’t have much to say about it until the shit starts going down….. and like I’m so excited for that Snek and Max moment (you know the one) but until then I’m just so overwhelmed by all the other plotlines happening I don’t have much in the way of comments for it

I lied ok that eye twitch got me. But see then it cuts away too quickly and the episode is over. I get that there’s a lot happening at once but the tournament feels dragged out a bit. It’s different when you read the manga at your own pace but cmonnnnnnnnnnnnn gimme moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

HAH THANK YOU POST CREDIT STINGER YOU DELIVERED MY WISHES AND ZAKKOS IS SOME WEAK SAUCE.

NEXT WEEK GUYS ITS HAPPENING

Final thoughts. Um. I wish the Garou vs. Metal Bat was a tad longer just for that ONE moment. I’m still heartbroken over it. But otherwise? I’m so excited for next week, I can’t convey my excitement without being excessively obnoxious? this episode was pure hype. There are no buts about it- we are getting the S Class next week. I… think I’m going to leave work at noon to catch the episode right when it airs. I was saving that for an episode with Z but I don’t think I’ll be able to function at work if I stay. At this point every character is a fave and now we’re getting all of them, I feel so overloaded and we haven’t even seen anything yet. I don’t know what to even say about the future of these crap ass live blogs- they have no structure as it stands right now, but like they are going to devolve into just me screaming. Not even real words. just something like keyboard smashing and tears, probably. I’m so sorry, but anyway, as always thanks for reading, see yall next week assuming I survive

[clumsydarknut]

Scripted Wishes

Chapter 1: Salamander

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Lucy sighed contentedly. Students shuffled around her, exuberantly seeking out old friends or meandering up the steps to the front of Magnolia High. The front patio of the school, lined with well-kept foliage and comfortable wooden benches, was bustling with the excitement of the new school year. A hint of anxiety clenched at her throat, but as she gazed up at the majestic statue before her she was able to shove it away. She glowed as she read the banner strung between the two large wings of the stone mascot:

Welcome to Magnolia High School

Home of the Dragons

Let’s make it a good year!

She was here. At a real school! Not that her previous educational program hadn’t been, but it lacked the most important thing any school should have: a theatre department. Private academies like those she had attended her whole life rarely fostered anything as rowdy as a theatre program. Konzern Academy had some great things, she’d admit – they were top-notch when it came to academics, and they were the only secondary school in the whole of Fiore to boast a fully-fledged Astronomy program – but the school lacked something incredibly important. Some called it heart. Some called it imagination. And Lucy called it a theatre department.

Lucy flipped out her smartphone and turned on the internal camera, checking to make sure her ponytail was still sitting just right. She smiled giddily, jogging in place momentarily whilst trying (and failing) to contain a squeal. She had intended to come the previous school year when she turned sixteen and could legally move out and away from her father, but it took more work and more saving to build up the funds to afford it than she could do as a fifteen-year-old. After turning sixteen she was able to find work and saved every penny of her tiny, part-time paychecks until she could afford a few months rent somewhere in Magnolia City. Her father certainly wasn’t happy about her working jobs behind his back, and she could only imagine how much less happy he was the morning he discovered she wasn’t on the estate anymore, but at least he hadn’t come interfering as of yet.

Anxiety gripped her throat again. She hadn’t heard anything from him – no calls, no texts, and no limos to drag her back to the estate. It was somewhat concerning. But, determined to enjoy herself, she swallowed down the knot in her throat and rushed past the dragon monument into the building.

The main lobby was cool and bright, despite the massive number of people scattered about in clumps. The variety in tastes and personalities was quite apparent from a single glance. There were no uniforms. She had hated the dress code at Konzern Academy. It left no room for individualization, and even though she looked fantastic in her school shirt, she wanted to wear cute clothes intentionally rather than by obligation. Like she could do here. Like she was currently doing. She had specially picked this outfit. She wore a nicely fitted light yellow blouse hanging loose over a thigh-length black skirt to really accentuate her petite structure. Around her ponytail was tied a large black bow, and she had splurged a bit to pick out some cheap black jewelry just for today. She was so excited about being herself that she even took the time to lace her black boots with yellow laces to complete the look. Seeing all the other variety in the room made her feel right at home as she was dressed, and she liked it.

It’s so different, she thought, weaving between groups. It still feels like high school, but there’s so much more energy. She snuck her way between a group of darkly clad metalheads and a group of bubbly freshmen to the main office.

“Excuse me?” she said, drawing the attention of the secretary.

“Ah, Lucy!” the woman replied, “I assume you’re here about your schedule adjustments?”

Lucy smiled and nodded.

“Well, I have good news and bad news,” the woman continued, “We were able to transfer all of your credits from Konzern Academy, so you are right on track for graduation.”

“Yes!” Lucy exclaimed, pumping her fist. That was the first step to the theatre department: not having to take extra classes to make up for non-transferrable credits.

“However,” she interjected, “ while we were able to replace one of your make-up classes with the Japanese course you requested, we can’t immediately add you to the Theatre course.”

Lucy’s heart sank, but before she could ask why the woman smiled brightly and a flicker of hope returned.

“Because the upper-level drama courses are audition only, we can’t override this and enroll you from the office. But if you take this sheet and have Director Dreyar sign here-“ she pointed, “and here-“ pointing again, “we can fit it perfectly into the gap in your schedule.”

Lucy couldn’t believe how smoothly this was working out. Taking the form, she paused and asked, “He can just sign this without me auditioning?”

“Oh sure honey,” the woman responded, “From what I understand, you don’t need to audition to be a part of the crew or the pit orchestra, but the system has them all lumped under one class that requires director approval. If you still want to perform you can set up an audition for next semester, but I can tell you’re itching to sink your teeth into this business.” She winked at Lucy, triggering all sorts of excited bubbles in her stomach. Lucy was used to getting special attention from people because of her family name, but it had always felt cold and obligatory. This secretary – despite Lucy not knowing her name – had gone above and beyond, and not for any reason but a love for the students at the school. That warmness was a nice change from the superficial motions she had grown accustomed to.

“Thank you sooooo much!” she squealed.

“My pleasure, hon!” she chimed, “Oh, and Lucy…”

“Yes ma’am?”

“We’ve already spoken with your instructors. They’ve all agreed not to call out your last name when taking roll.”

Lucy gasped. “That’s really okay?”

“Perfectly okay. The faculty were very understanding of your wish to conceal that.” She snickered and continued, “It’s certainly more reasonable than when a student asked the whole faculty to call her Daphne instead of her real name in order to pull an April Fool’s joke 7 months later.” Lucy burst out laughing.

“Yes, it was quite the year,” the secretary giggled, “but if we learned anything from that experience, it’s that it would certainly help the faculty to fulfill your request if you gently reminded them before class for the first couple weeks.

“That’s totally understandable,” Lucy replied, smiling and nodding. “I’ll be sure to do so.”

“Alright, honey, if you need anything else we’re always happy to help. Just get us that form back by Wednesday and you’ll be all good to go.”

Lucy smiled and left with a cheerful thank you. She returned to the lobby just in time to hear the intercom crackle.

“WELCOME BACK DRAGONS! I hope it’s been a good summer break! We will now begin our Welcome Assembly! Please make your way to the auditorium! …and this assembly is mandatory for students and faculty!”

Lucy couldn’t help but giggle at the announcement. A line like that would never have graced the halls of Konzern Academy. She liked it here already.

The auditorium finally began to settle down as the principal took the stage. Lucy had found a seat near the sound booth, scrunched between a burly white-haired senior and a particularly animated freshman girl. She had picked this seat hoping to take a good look at the sound and lights equipment, but the fact that every student in every seat had their bags left little room for looking around. As the principal began his remarks, she couldn’t help but hear the whispered conversation of the freshman and her friends.

“Did you really meet him?”

“What was he like?”

“I can’t even-!”

Who could they be talking about?

“I want to see him!”

“Maybe we can catch him outside after the assembly?!”

“I can’t believe Salamander goes here!”

Lucy blinked.

“My sister was talking about his fire tricks at last year’s talent show!”

“I hear he does special effects too!”

Lucy had heard that name. Where had she heard it?

“He’s definitely the hottest guy in the drama club- get it? Hottest? Because he does fire tricks?”

“Ughhhhh don’t make stupid puns Cass!”

There it was! The school’s Instagram had tagged a Salamander in a lot of their posts about the drama club! She had seen it on occasion and wondered who in the world managed to get the username Salamander without attaching any extra symbols or numbers. She hadn’t been following the school Instagram for long and she’d never bothered to watch any of the video posts – perhaps she would have to later. For now, though, this seemed to be a great stroke of luck. If he was part of the theatre department, he could probably introduce her to Director Dreyar. She could just follow those girls after the assembly when the lunch break started, and they’d lead her right to a known member of the club she was after.

She smiled and leaned back in content – as much as she could lean back anyway. Trying to get comfortable in the cramped space was quite difficult. She directed her attention away from the chatty girls and back to the stage, where the assistant principal was now speaking about general rules and regulations.

“…and remember,” the gruff man continued, “The dress code is in effect from the moment the doors are unlocked until the dismissal bell rings. If you’re intending to wear something against the dress code to your extracurriculars, it had better be covered until then. Thespians, I’m looking at you.”

Most of the upperclassmen laughed at the quip, and Lucy faintly heard “My armor didn’t even show any skin! How was that against the dress code?!” from somewhere down near the stage.

She had definitely picked the right school. As the assembly continued there were many casual quips directed at a huge variety of different clubs and departments, and the relaxed interactions were completely different from the uptight attitude that permeated Konzern Academy. She was particularly surprised when the Student Body Officers introduced themselves and showed a video they had made specifically for the welcome assembly. The humor and lightheartedness here was refreshing, and as the meeting ended, she couldn’t wait to start classes.

The squeal of the girls next to her when the lights came up called her attention back to her plans. She was going to follow them to Salamander, right? She squeezed out of her seat with her bag, following them down the row, down the stairs, and back out into the lobby. Their sudden, shrill screams let her know that they had found who they were looking for – or at least, a crowd of more freshmen surrounding who she hoped was the Salamander in question.

She maneuvered her way through the mob of underclassmen until she reached the front. Her eyes boggled.

The boy was tall, with dark blue hair and a chiseled jaw. The shape of his face was accented by his mild undercut hairstyle, which left him with delicious sideburns and windswept bangs. Lucy felt her heart quicken as his thin, dark eyebrows drew down and his lips curled up into a smirk. His navy blue blazer and white button-up emphasized his thin but attractive build, and his loose, maroon tie gave his dark eyes an added layer of depth. Forget the fire tricks, this guy was hot. He nonchalantly brushed his bangs to the side, revealing a blue tat above his eye that looked somewhat like two horseshoes stuck together. He’s daring enough to put a tat right on his face? she thought excitedly. That would not have flown at Konzern.

“Oh you’re too kind,” he chuckled, some of the girls squealing and turning pink. He tossed his head, flipping his hair and looking directly at Lucy with a wink.

Lucy felt her breath catch and she turned away, blushing. He noticed me? she thought. Well, I guess I am the only junior in a crowd full of freshmen.

“Oi, Loke!” She felt someone push past her.

The boy was about her age, standing just a few inches taller than herself. He wore a thin but large red jacket and some well-loved black jeans. The jacket was zipped almost all the way, but the mustard-yellow hem of a shirt was still somewhat visible underneath. His sneakers were the same mustard yellow, and around his neck was wrapped a scaly-looking white scarf. He had a black and white backpack slung over his shoulder, his free hand shoved into his jacket pocket. His eyes were black and alert, his grin showing off fang-like canines, and his hair… now that was a surprise. His messy, spiky hair was a pleasant shade of sakura pink.

“Haven’t seen you all summer! How was-“ he cut off abruptly.

Salamander’s smile wavered as he turned toward the newcomer.

“You’re not Loke,” the pinkette grumbled.

“No, but I’m sure that can’t be the only reason you came over here,” Salamander replied smoothly, “but unfortunately you’ll have to wait in line just like the rest of these lovely ladies.” Several girls gasped and cooed.

“What are you talking about?” the boy replied, eyes raising in genuine surprise.

Salamander sighed, “Well, I’ve never gone out with another guy before, but I’m open to trying new things.”

The pinkette’s eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks tinged red as he shouted, “I-I’m not gay! I was literally just looking for a friend.” Lucy’s sudden attraction to the preppy junior diminished when he smirked mockingly.

“Oh that’s too bad,” he sneered, “We could have had lots of fun. But I guess that means more for the ladies.”

The boy grimaced, then retorted, “How are any of them supposed to have fun when you’re wearing that freaky mask? Oh, whoops, I guess that’s just your face.”

Lucy suppressed a giggle, but the crowd of girls was filled with gasps of abhorrence. The dark-haired boy stuttered for a moment, glaring, before cooling off and continuing.

“Well, no matter your hesitance on exploring your true feelings, closet dweller, you’re still invited to my back to school bash tonight,” he smirked, “As are all of you beautiful ladies! I hope to see every one of you there!” Girls cooed and squealed as he turned away and waltzed down the hall. The pink-haired boy glowered for a second, then sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Then, realizing something, he looked right up at Lucy.

Lucy gave a start. She hadn’t moved an inch and the crowd had dissipated, leaving just her and the pinkette, and she was looking right at him. Whoops. Way to make things awkward, Luce.

Snapping back to the present, she said, “Well he’s kind of a jerk, isn’t he?”

The boy’s blank look vanished as he grinned, saying, “Kind of? More like definitely.”

They laughed, the awkwardness vanishing.

“I’m Lucy,” she said, smiling and holding out her hand.

“Natsu,” he replied, shaking it in return. His voice had a rough quality to it, but not so much that “rough” was the right word. It wasn’t as deep as Salamander’s had been, but it had an element of depth that was pleasant to listen to. “You don’t seem the type to get caught in one of those fangirl circles.”

She laughed, “No, but I heard some girls in the auditorium talking about him and I was sort of curious. I’m brand new here, so…”

“Oh really?” he perked up. “Well, welcome to Magnolia!”

“Thanks!” she giggled, continuing, “It’s lunch time now, right? Mind if I sit with you?”

He chuckled, “You’re just asking because I’m the only person you’ve met, huh?”

Lucy’s mouth hung open, a tinge of shock prickling across her face before she drew her eyebrows down in slight annoyance and said, “N-no! How rude, assuming something like that just because I’m new!”

He gave her a sarcastic look.

She gave an irritated scowl. “Okay, you’re right, but I also thought you were kind of cool talking to that preppy jerk! You kind of snapped me out of the initial ‘wow he’s hot’ moment so I could think straight, and that automatically makes you better than him.” She turned away in a false huff. “Jeez, this is what I get for trying to be friendly?”

Natsu laughed out loud, running a hand through his spiked hair. “Well, I’m not new here, so you’re not the only person I’ve met, and I’m still cool with joining me.” He started off down the hall.

She smirked and followed after him. First friend! This day is working out pretty well!

The cafeteria was noisy and bright. High ceilings and large windows made it feel roomy and pleasant, despite the floor being overcrowded with circular tables. Lucky for Lucy, most of the students in the room had already gone through the lunch line, so it looked as though there wouldn’t be much of a wait. She followed Natsu over to the stack of trays and slid into the line behind him.

“Hey, do me a favor?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Sure, what’s up?” she replied, somewhat surprised.

“Those stingy lunch ladies don’t let you take more than one of anything, even if you swear you’ll eat it,” he grumbled, “so would you mind getting one of everything and letting me have anything you don’t want?”

Lucy blinked, then broke into giggles. “Sure, I can do that. It’s the least I can do for breaking me out of the fangirl trance earlier.”

He smiled and continued through the line. Because it was only the first day and the school schedule was all out of whack, the lunch ladies had just opted to order several hundred boxes of pepperoni pizza rather than offer multiple main dishes. Lucy didn’t mind, as a single slice and a carton of milk would probably fill her up, but the way Natsu pestered the lunch ladies for an extra slice and attempted to swipe an extra thing of grapes made her pretty sure he wasn’t happy with the idea. True to her word, though, she made sure to get a scoop of corn and a cup of peaches even though she had no intention of touching either.

“I don’t see any of my friends around…” Natsu mumbled as they pulled away from the serving area, scanning the room. He looked over his shoulder at her. “I guess I’ll just have to introduce you later. Want to sit outside?”

She gave him an enthusiastic nod and he returned a toothy grin. He led her through the tables away from where they had entered and pushed open the door, balancing his tray in one hand. It opened to a patio that stretched along the back side of the school, though the area near the door was somewhat sectioned off by decorative concrete planters and filled with round wire tables. Beyond the seating area, grass sloped down slightly from the patio to the fence marking off the athletic fields. So far, this was the only part of Magnolia High that reminded her of Konzern Academy. Both schools had remarkably fine landscaping.

Natsu led her past the concrete planters and plopped down at the top of the grassy slope. She did the same, still somewhat ogling at the extent the rear of the school had been decorated.

“Alright, what can I take?” he asked, shifting things around on his tray.

“Oh right!” Lucy said. She took a glance at her crowded tray. She unfolded her napkin and moved her slice of pizza on to it, picked up her milk carton, and then held out the tray to Natsu. “You can have the rest. This is all I want.”

Natsu gave her a surprised look without reaching out for it.

“You sure?” he marveled.

“Oh yeah I don’t eat much.” She held out the tray, nodding to him.

He looked it over and took it. After a second, he pulled the school-made brownies off both her tray and his own, handing them back to her.

“Oh no I’m good,” she laughed, “It’s really okay.”

“I know,” he said, “but I’m not a fan of sweets anyway. Go on.”

Figuring he would insist if she refused, she took them both and sat them in her lap with her pizza slice.

“So,” he began, folding his pizza like a taco, “you’re new right?”

She nodded, opening her milk carton. “Yeah, I just transferred from Konzern Academy.”

“Tha’ private shool wi’ the astrology thingy?” he said, mouth full.

“That’s the one,” she said, giggling and taking a sip, “I was in the astrology program, actually, but the rest of the school… Kind of dead in terms of fun.”

He nodded, shoving the rest of his pizza into his mouth.

“I actually came here because of the theatre program,” she continued, “The only arts Konzern offers are classical training in music and whatnot, and as much as I respect people who play violin concertos, it’s just a bit uptight for me. Not to mention the whole dress code thing where we all look like identical little aristocrats.”

Natsu almost choked on the grape he had just popped into his mouth, snickering.

She smiled, taking a bite out of a brownie. “When I heard Magnolia’s theatre department partnered with the professional theatre company in town I just had to come here. I guess I could have just auditioned for the theatre company without transferring schools and doing it on my own time, but there’s no way I’d be good enough to get in just like that.”

Natsu shook his head, swallowing the last peach in his fruit cup, “I bet you could’ve gotten in just fine.”

She laughed as he violently shoved more food into his mouth. “Well, maybe, but that still would have left me with wearing those stupid uniforms every day.”

He paused, cheeks full, then shrugged and nodded.

Lucy smiled and continued eating.

Natsu swallowed. “What do you think so far?”

“Oh I love it!” she bubbled. “There are so many interesting people, and it seems like there’s always something fun going on.”

Natsu laughed, mouth full of corn, “Bu’ I though’ I wash the only pershon you met!”

Lucy swallowed the last bite of her pizza, blushing. “Well yeah, but it’s easy to see when everyone isn’t wearing the same thing!”

“I guess that’s true,” Natsu replied, downing his milk carton in a single gulp.

Lucy blinked, just now taking in how much food the pinkette had shoved into his face. When they had come out here, both trays were overflowing with fruit cups and scoops of vegetables. Now, only minutes later, his tray was completely cleaned off, and he was almost done with Lucy’s. She still had a brownie and most of her milk left.

“Whatcha starin’ at?” Natsu shoved an apple slice into his mouth. “Ish there shomething on my jacket?”

She giggled and shook her head. “I just can’t believe you ate so much.” She took a bite from her brownie.

“Thish? Thish ish barely a meal.” He swallowed. “But I ought to thank you. Even though I asked you to get extra, I wasn’t expecting you to let me have that much.” He grinned. “Gochisou sama deshita![1]”

Lucy’s jaw dropped, and forgetting her mouth was full of brownie, said, “You shpeak Japaneshe?”

He started in confusion, then said, “Sukoshi hanaseru. Lucy-san mo?[2]”

“Watashi mo![3]” she squealed.

Natsu’s face lit up and his grin got even bigger. “Waaa sugeeei[4] are you in second year Japanese then?”

“I am!” she chimed.

“Yosh! Moete kita so![5]” Lucy was quite surprised at her luck. Not only had she made a friend on day one, but he also happened to be in one of her more difficult classes. Half the time when she met people on the first day of school they ended up not having a single period with her and they never spoke again. She was glad this wasn’t the case with the quirky pinkette.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the rest of the day’s activities. Natsu gave a little start, looked down at the remaining food on Lucy’s tray, then looked up at her.

“Think I can finish?” he said with a grin.

“We’ve only got five minutes to get to class, don’t we?” she replied, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“You’re right,” he said, grinning wider, “That’s plenty of time!” Suddenly he was scooping food into his mouth at an even faster pace, occasionally dropping corn kernels into the grass. Lucy recoiled slightly. Less than a minute later he had cleaned the tray completely.

“Well, thanks again, Lucy,” he hummed, getting to his feet with a stretch, “Guess I’ll see you in Japanese?”

“Sounds like.” She got to her feet and popped the last bite of brownie into her mouth.

“Alrighty,” he said, holding out a hand, “Yoroshiku na.[6]”

“Kochira koso.[7]”

Despite thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of Magnolia High, by her third class she started to miss the efficiency of Konzern Academy. The first day at Magnolia was broken into two segments, where the welcome assembly took up the first half of the morning, lunch was served, and then the students would visit each of their classes for only twenty minutes before going back home. In some ways it was helpful – it prevented the teachers from giving out any homework on day one and allowed new students to find their way around without as much stress, but it left almost no time to meet anyone in any of the classes. She had already been to her first five classes and hadn’t been able to make friends with anyone but Natsu. It hadn’t helped that she had gotten horribly lost a few times and ended up at all but her first class five minutes late.

While the lack of social interaction was disappointing, she had started to get a feel for what classes here would be like. Her first period math teacher seemed quite nice, despite his intimidatingly blocky features. He had given out a syllabus that had the words Money is important, but love is what fuels the world printed in bold underneath his contact email, which Lucy took to be a good sign. The Japanese professor was a little harsher, though, as even waving across the room to Natsu had the woman shooting her an annoyed look. Her history class seemed interesting – as long as she could get used to the teacher saying “actually” much too often – and Natsu was also in her gym class, so dealing with the, um, somewhat excitable coach couldn’t be too bad. She was especially looking forward to her physics class with Prof. Clive, whose school year opener had been to karate chop a cinder block in half and explain how he did it with physics. She had no doubt her fifth period was going to be a blast.

Now she wandered down a hall in what she hoped was the direction of her English class. There were a few other students bustling about, but not enough to get in her way at any point. Perhaps it’s this way? The classroom numbers are going up, so I must be headed to the right place. C’mon, Lucy, it’s almost the end of the day, you’ve just got to find this one-

She cut herself off and came to a halt. Crap. It’s almost the end of the day. I still need Director Dreyar’s signature. But I guess it’s only Monday and they needed it by Wednes-

“You need Director Dreyar’s signature?”

Lucy whipped around toward the smooth voice. Salamander was leaning against the lockers not far away, staring at her through his windswept bangs.

Abruptly realizing she had been talking to herself, she sputtered, “Well, yeah, I’m trying to transfer into the theatre course.”

Salamander pushed off the lockers and swaggered closer. “You know, I’ve been looking for you. After I saw you in that crowd this morning, I knew I had to personally invite you to my party tonight.”

Lucy gulped, her heart quickening at his attractiveness despite his less than appealing attitude. “I’m not really a party person,” she replied.

“Aw, just this once?” he coaxed, “I’m a member of the drama club. If you come, I’d be happy to introduce you to Director Dreyar tomorrow.”

Lucy gave a start. She didn’t have any idea what Director Dreyar looked like, nor did she know where his classroom was. Perhaps one party couldn’t hurt? It wasn’t like this Salamander guy set of any major red flags – not anything she couldn’t handle anyway.

“Alright, but you’ve gotta do one other thing for me.”

“Oh?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

She looked sheepishly down at her feet, and asked, “Where’s room 213?”

Salamander blinked, then broke into chuckles. “Right up those stairs, down the first hall on the right, second or third door on your left.”

“Thanks,” she said, starting off.

“Wait, take this.” He handed her a folded piece of paper. “You’re going to need to know where the party is, won’t you?”

She shoved it in her pocket, nodded with a polite smile, and took off up the stairs.

She got to her classroom with a few minutes to spare. Glancing around the room, she noticed Natsu at a desk towards the back, tilting his chair back on two legs with his arms behind his head.

“Oi, Luce!” he smiled, giving a slight wave. “Way to be on time this time!”

Lucy frowned at him, plopping into the adjacent desk. “Gym wasn’t my fault. The room number was literally just ‘the rec center’ so you can’t blame me for getting lost.”

“What was different about this class then?” he teased.

“For your information,” she replied matter-of-factly, “That preppy guy from this morning gave me directions.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, “That guy is way too full of himself to be nice.”

“He did though,” she grinned, “and he personally invited me to his party.”

Natsu raised an eyebrow. “You planning on going to that?”

“Yeah, I am,” she chirped.

“Whatever,” he said, shrugging.

The rest of that class was rather dull. Mr. Melon, their English professor, had perfected the art of using lots of pretty words and not saying much at all. Natsu drifted off to sleep minutes after the lecture started, and Lucy couldn’t help but snicker at the dribble sneaking out the side of his mouth. When the bell rang fifteen minutes later, she didn’t bother to nudge him awake – he could be late to his next class. It would be the perfect revenge for teasing her about getting lost.

She stepped out into the hall and pulled out her schedule. She scanned down to the bottom and found a blank. Oh, right, she thought, I haven’t gotten Director Dreyar’s signature yet. But there’s only 20 minutes of class left, and I have no idea where to find him… She took a glance around the hall, tapping her finger on her chin. I guess I could just head home. Salamander said he’d introduce me to Director Dreyar tomorrow anyway.

She took a peek back into the classroom just in time to see Mr. Melon slam a textbook on Natsu’s desk, shocking him awake. She giggled and left for home.

Lucy’s heart pounded as she approached the door of the house. It was obvious to see the party was already well underway, as green and blue lights flashed behind the curtains and the deep thump of a subwoofer carried out to the street. Lucy was surprised none of the neighbors had called the police, honestly. Perhaps this was the norm around this part of town.

She tugged up on her sleeveless black dress and smoothed out the short skirt over her thighs, then raised a hand to knock. Before her fingers touched wood, it swung open.

“Ah, I’ve been waiting for you!” Salamander grinned. To Lucy’s surprise, his gaze held steady on her face, despite her rather skimpy attire. “Come on in! Things just got started.” He led her through the dimly lit entryway into the kitchen, grabbing two red solo cups off the counter.

“The name’s Bora, by the way,” he said, offering her a drink.

“Lucy,” she said, eyeing the cup, “but I don’t drink, thanks.”

Bora chuckled. “It’s not alcohol, just ginger ale. If you need to get drunk to have fun, you can’t be a very interesting person.” He shot her a clever smirk. “Besides, how do you think we throw wild parties in the middle of the neighborhood without getting arrested?”

A bit of a grin snuck onto her face. Maybe this guy isn’t as bad as I thought. Still, accepting drinks from someone she hardly knew at a party with tons of people hardly seemed like a good idea.

“Do you mind if I poor my own?” she asked, leaning against the counter.

“Not at all,” he said. He snatched a cup and a 2-liter off the kitchen island across from them and handed them to her, then taking a swig from his own glass.

She smiled, poured her cup a little over half full and took a drink. The carbonated soda bubbled across her tongue and down her throat, leaving the dark taste of cherry cola.

“So I heard you do fire tricks,” Lucy commented to Bora.

“That I do,” he replied suavely. “Special effects, too, but that’s not as fun.”

“Oh?” Lucy queried. “How so?”

“Well, both end up looking pretty cool…” He brushed his bangs to the side. “…but when I’m doing the tricks, the audience can see me do it.”

Lucy bit her lip, heart rate picking up momentarily. “And that’s more exciting?”

“Oh most definitely. Then I can see the excitement in the eyes of my fans.” Leaning close, he breathed, “Almost like that look in your eyes right now.”

Lucy jumped, blushing a tad. He was right, he was most definitely attractive, and she was most definitely not hiding that she thought so. She stammered, “I-I have no idea what you mean.”

He grinned and pulled away. “I know you do, but if you want to play things slow tonight then I respect that.” He tilted his head in the direction of the lights, and she followed after him. Maybe coming was a good idea after all.

Natsu groaned as he rolled and stretched his shoulders. Somehow Coach Coco got it into her head that they should kick off the year with a double-length double-strength conditioning day, despite the fact cross country had started practices two weeks ago. He didn’t mind working out and did so regularly on his own, but damn that coach had some intense drills.

It was now pretty late, and the only light left was the leftovers of a vanishing sunset. The street lights had already come on, and he was grateful for the help in finding his spot in the parking lot. Just as he was stepping off the curb onto the asphalt, he heard two female voices from behind him.

“Dangit, the party’s probably started by now.”

“I wish Coach hadn’t decided to go nuts today, then we could have gone.”

“Too late now, by the time I finished getting all dolled up there would hardly be a party left.”

“It’s too bad. I bet Salamander will do some of his fire tricks since he’s the one hosting.”

Natsu stopped dead in his tracks.

“I’ve heard so much about him just today.” Peeking over his shoulder, he could see the girls were pretty small – likely freshmen. So they don’t know.

“My sophomore friend said he’s the best act at the talent show. I really wish we could have gone and seen him in person!”

Natsu turned around, and called, “Excuse me!”

The girls jumped a bit, not aware there was someone else out here.

“You guys were talking about a party?” he said, stepping forward. “Mind telling me where at?”

The smaller girl smiled. “No problem! I have the address right here.” She pulled a folded, pink post-it out of her pocket and handed it to him.

“Thanks!” he said, flashing a grin. He started back towards the lot, then remembered something.

“Hey! By the way…”

“I never would have thought…”

Bora smirked, tossing his hair back. “Thought what?”

Lucy leaned back into the couch, taking a sip of her drink. “Thought that a guy dressed like that could be anything but shallow.”

“A man has to have style,” Bora replied, tugging on his maroon tie. “I could say the same about you.”

It was true. Lucy was rather daring in showing as much cleavage as she did. She blushed lightly and heard him sigh in response. He leaned a little closer to her, dark eyes gazing into hers. She felt her heart flutter.

“You know, you’re quite beautiful,” he breathed. Lucy simply soaked in his gaze. He leaned a little closer, then looked down.

“Oh hey,” he said, smiling a tad, “Your glass is almost empty. Let me get you a refill.”

He took the cup from her smoothly and glided away into the kitchen. She let out a shaky breath, feeling her heart pound in her chest, cheeks heating up. The idea that he might be interested in her… it was exhilarating.

He returned, sitting down and passing her the newly filled plastic cup with a grin. She took it, blushing and taking a sip.

They talked for a few more minutes, exchanging flirty compliments and deep stares. Then Bora stood up, offering her a hand.

“Whatcha doing?” Lucy asked, warmth building in her chest.

“I wanna show you something,” he said simply, “Out on the back porch.”

She felt her heart hitch and she took his hand, following him out through some cabana-style French doors into the cool night air. The sky was clear and glittering with stars, but as he led her to the banister it was the pool he pointed to. She gasped to see the same night sky reflected perfectly on the surface.

“On clear nights like this,” he whispered, “The pool and the sky are so beautiful. Like you.”

She sighed, smiling at the compliment, dazedly watching a shooting star fly across the reflection in the pool.

Suddenly she started to wobble, leaning more onto the banister. “Bora, I’m a little tired…”

He smiled gently at her and led her by the hand back inside. Lucy’s eyes started to droop and she was only vaguely aware that, rather than leading her back to the couch in the living room, he had pulled her into a dark bedroom.

She blinked, mumbling, “Bora, what…? We’ll miss more of the party…”

Bora slid the door shut behind him and stepped up to her, only inches away. He slid one arm around her waist and brushed her cheek with his free hand.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have more fun in here,” he hummed, nudging her backwards toward the bed.

Her eyes flashed open as widely as they would go. “B-Bora, what are you…?”

With a sudden ferocity he pushed her down, landing on top of her on the plush mattress. She tried to let out a yelp, but it was cut off when his lips were suddenly smashed against hers. She tried to wrench her face away, but her muscles didn’t seem to respond half as well as they should have. Panic started to well up in her.

Trying to protest through his lips she pushed on his shoulders with as much strength as her arms would yield, though it wasn’t much. Bora grabbed her hands, lifting them above her head and pinning them with his elbow. She whimpered as his other hand slid down her side roughly and approached the edge of her skirt. Her heart raced as she struggled under his weight. He lifted his lips from hers and moved his face to her neck. Lucy cried and attempted a shout, but it was like all the strength had left her. My drink… she thought weakly, He must have spiked it… when he got me a refill…

She tried digging her nails into his arm as she felt his sweaty hand inch up her thigh. Sobbing and kicking weakly she heard him breathe into her ear, “You must be enjoying this, huh?” She bit her lip and turned her head away.

Suddenly the door was thrown open and a burst of orange light splayed across the room as Bora was yanked off of her, falling against the wall with a thud. The orange light flickered as a figure shifted into the space between her and Bora. Groggily, she registered pink hair and a scaly white scarf.

“N-Natsu?” she stammered. He looked over his shoulder at her, but she couldn’t see his expression in the shadow cast over his face.

Bora took the glance as an opportunity, launching off the wall at Natsu and attempting to land a left hook. Natsu managed to dodge most of the way, turning what would have been a dark bruise into a light graze on his cheek. Lucy saw him grab Bora’s shoulders, barely able to make out what was going on in the dim light. She heard a nasty crunch of sheetrock and a loud grown before feeling a gentle but strong hand lifting her into a sitting position.

“Lucy, daijoubu ka?[8]” he panted.

“I-I think s-so…” she stammered, “He told m-me he c-could… g-get me in the d-drama c-course… H-he m-must have s-spiked my d-drink… I can’t m-move…”

“I figured, “ he growled, “Some of the other girls looked pretty groggy. I already called the cops. I’ll get you out of-“ A hand fisted in Natsu’s spikey hair, yanking him back.

“You BASTARD!” Bora roared, throwing Natsu to the floor, “I’ll teach you to mess with the Salamander!”

Natsu took a few hits before catching Bora’s wrist and landing a right hook of his own. Bora reeled back enough for Natsu to slip out from under him, clambering to his feet. As Bora struggled to stand, Natsu pulled a box from his pocket and flicked it open. A small flame licked out of the corner. A lighter? To Lucy’s surprise, Natsu held the small flame to his palm, and his whole hand burst into flame.

She yelped, recoiling as the bright fist lit up the room. Bora’s eyes bulged, and he snarled, “Just who are you?!”

Natsu gave him a smoldering glare, shadows dancing on his face.

“The guy behind the username you’ve been usurping.”

Bora’s shocked face was met with a flaming uppercut, and then he was out cold.

Natsu extinguished the flame on his fist before clamoring to where Lucy sat.

“Lucy,” he breathed, looking her in the eyes, “Where do you live? I’ll get you home.”

“S-Sakura… Avenue…” she mumbled, blinking slowly, “231C… on the canal…”

“Okay, not far. Hey stay with me Luce,” he replied, her head starting to droop, “Do you have your house key?”

He followed her lidded gaze towards the door, seeing a bag and a pair of heels tossed haphazardly next to the frame. He picked up the shoes and put them in the bag, glancing around for anything else in the room that might be hers before slinging it over his shoulder. He returned to the bed.

“I’m going to pick you up,” he whispered as calmly as he could muster. Lucy simply stared at him, heavy eyes barely holding on to consciousness. He felt a slight flinch as he put an arm behind her back.

“You can trust me,” he continued, hooking his elbow under her knees and beginning to rise. “I won’t hurt you. Let’s get you home.”

He lifted her off the bed and swiftly made his way toward the front door, avoiding the scorched, unconscious teens he had left in his wake when he rushed inside. Several of the girls – all freshmen and sophomores, it seemed – were huddled together in the corner, crying. He had already told them the police were on their way, and that all they had to do was tell them what happened. He knew they wouldn’t get in trouble – this was a dry party, after all, and the drugging was solely Bora and his cronies’ faults. Those girls would be fine, but Natsu felt particularly responsible for this one.

She came to this party, he thought angrily, just to get into Fairy Tail? She could have just asked me. I should have paid more attention to her when she was talking about her plans during lunch – maybe this wouldn’t have happened at all.

He reached his cerulean blue motorcycle and gingerly climbed into the seat, using the handlebars and his left arm to cradle Lucy securely in front of him. She was totally unconscious now. Her house wasn’t far, though, and if he went slowly he ought to be able to get her there safely.

As he started his bike, he had the sudden impression that something was… off. He looked around, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. The only noticeable oddity was one of the street lights slightly flickering rather than holding a constant glow. The air was cool but not cold, just as it should be for a late August night, and the only scent in the air was freshly cut grass and a hint of the lighter fluid he still had on his fingers. But something felt weird. Almost reminiscent of the feeling of déjà vu, but not quite the same.

Just as suddenly as the feeling had surfaced, it was gone again. He shook his head lightly and drove away.

[1] Thanks for the meal!

[2] I can speak a little. Can you?

[3] Me too!

[4] Whoa awesomeeee

[5] I’m all fired up!

[6] Pleased to meet you.

[7] Likewise.

[8] Are you okay?

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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 5

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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I am so fucking exhausted. And hungry. Well, I always am, but recently I’ve been more so than usual.

For the past few days, a lot of my co-workers have been off for Christmas. This meant little old me had to pick up god knows how many extra shifts. For the past few days, I’ve had to skip out on proper meals, only having a quick snack when I got home.

And, no, by snack, I do not mean the Wonka bar. Still haven’t eaten it. No one has.

Two days after Roman Prince won a ticket, I expect Remy to say the fourth ticket’s been won. You know, since there’s been a pattern of them being found every two days. However, when Remy comes in, he simply orders his drink, chats a bit and leaves. It’s honestly surprising, especially with the tour being in five days.

Anyway, I continue working for the next few hours, praying the tips at the end will be worth it. Then, finally, my manager comes out and dismisses me, but not before dividing my share of the money in the tip jar. I hang up my apron, pull on my hoodie and leave the shop.

If there’s one good thing about being poor in Florida, it’s that you never have to worry about freezing. With winters of 75°F, it doesn’t matter that my thin, patched-up hoodie is the warmest thing I own.

It doesn’t mean the walk home is perfect, however. My stomach’s being as loud as an earthquake. Shut up, will you. Just wait until Mom comes home and hopefully she brings some dinner.

I soon arrive at our little shack, gently opening the front door and stepping inside. “Thomas, I’m home!”

I pause, waiting for my brother to reply. There’s no response. “Thomas? Hello?” Nothing. “Thomathy? Thomas the dank engine?”

Still nothing. I feel my heart rate picking up. Oh god, what if part of the ceiling collapsed on him... o-or the lack of food in the house caught up on him and he starved...

All the worst possibilities come to mind. Thomas is supposed to be here, he always is when I come home. Something’s wrong, he’s hurt, I just know it. I can’t breathe. Everything’s going blurry. My heart’s thudding too hard.

Suddenly, everything’s black.

...

”Virgil! Virgil, wake up!”

I come back to my senses to find myself led on our lumpy couch, and someone leaning over me.

”Th-Thomas...? You’re okay?”

”Virge! Thank god you’re awake! I was so worried... What happened?”

I sit up, Thomas helping me adjust. “I... You weren’t home. I got scared something had happened, and...”

”Panic attack, huh?” Thomas asks. I nod. “I’m really sorry, Virge, I should’ve left a note so you knew I was heading out...”

It was only then I notice a shopping bag at Thomas’ feet. “What’s that?”

Thomas takes a deep breath. “I have a confession. While I have put most of the money you earned for me towards college, I’ve also been saving up for something else.” He reaches down into the bag and pulls out...

”A video camera? What do you need a camera for?”

”I felt bad that you and Mom were doing so much for me but I wasn’t doing anything in return. I’ve wanted to get a job for a while, but I didn’t know how to get one that fit around my school schedule. I decided I needed to do something where I can organise my own hours and I didn’t need to get a whole lot, so I figured maybe...I could do YouTube. I’ve got the camera, and Remy said I could record at his and edit and upload on his computer. Hopefully, I’ll get enough viewers to monetize and get some money to help us, all the while making fun content.”

”Thomas... that is fucking brilliant.”

Thomas smiles. “Thanks. But none of that matters right now. You literally just passed out, you need to get your strength back.” He gets up and leaves the room, heading to the kitchen. A few moments later, he comes back and pushes something into my hand. “Eat.”

I look down at the bar. “I... I can’t.”

”Why not?”

”The money was meant to be for you...”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “It’s okay! It was only a dollar or so for this. You deserve a reward for everything you’ve done for me. Now, open it and eat.”

I sigh, knowing Thomas won’t give in. He can be really stubborn if he needs to be. I start peeling back the wrapper.

HO. LY. SHIT.

GOLD. FUCKING GOLD.

Thomas and I both stare at the ticket. He breaks the silence.

”This is gonna make a great first video.”

I pause before holding it out to him. “You have it.”

”What?! No way in hell! You won it and bought it with your own money. And as I said, you deserve a reward.” Thomas pushes the ticket back into my hands. “Virgil, you’re going to Willy Wonka’s factory.”

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”FOURTH TICKET!”

I practically slide into the room upon hearing Emile’s yell. I plop next to him on the sofa and watch the TV screen.

There are three guys there, and I can’t tell which the winner is. One is wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt, a black jacket, black jeans, and has an arm around the shoulders of the person in the middle.

The one in the middle has brown hair, and is wearing a purple shirt, ripped black skinny jeans and a patched black and purple hoodie. He looks pretty uncomfortable at all the attention.

The third looks identical to the second. He looks more comfortable on camera than who I presume is his twin brother. He was wearing a grey shirt, an old brown jacket, and jeans.

As I watch, they’re revealed to be called Remy Sleep, and Virgil and Thomas Sanders. Virgil’s the one who won the ticket. He seems so shy! Well, I’ll make sure to make him feel welcome during the tour.

Speaking of the tour, Virgil lives in Florida, and in the same town as the Wonka factory! That’s awesome! He’s sooooo lucky. Imagine being able to buy Wonka bars nice and fresh. I bet they’d be even more delicious then.

Oh boy, four out of five tickets have already been won with five days to go! I can’t wait to find out who wins the last one!

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It seems my predictions have been proven right yet again. The next ticket was found in Florida. Just the one in Australia left now.

There’s not much else to say about the ticket being won, really. Nothing worth saying. Robert still blames me, so some things never change.

Joan and Talyn have been trying to find a way to hide a camera on my person so they can see the factory for themselves. It’s rather funny to hear their extravagant ideas, though I doubt I’ll try any. They’ll have to settle with my explanation.

They’re going to be coming with me to Florida, though. Of course my family aren’t, but Joan and Talyn didn’t want me to be alone, so got tickets for the flight too.

I totally didn’t beg them to come because I have a fear of flying...

Okay, I watch Air Crash Investigation too much. It’s educational and very intriguing, if slightly anxiety inducing.

But the point is, they’re coming with me. We’re arriving the day before the tour and leaving the day after. Joan and Talyn are going to be heading up to Orlando the day of the tour to go to Universal Studios. They’re going to meet up with me once the tour’s over. Everything’s arranged, and I’ve even written up schedules for us all so no one will be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Some may call it excessive, I call it efficient.

But I digress. The point is I’m fully ready and prepared...

To wipe this in my brother’s face.

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Oh, how perfect! An emo nightmare just won the final ticket and is coming with us on the tour! How wonderful!

That was sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell.

Call me quick to judge, but I’m not too fond of those edgy, melodramatic, dark emo types. They just seem to always bring down the mood. I’d rather my time at the greatest factory in the entire world didn’t be ruined by some moody, angsty, and by the looks of it, very socially awkward guy.

But I guess it’s too late now. He’s got a ticket, he’s going. Fun.

However, lets brush that aside for now. There’s more interesting stuff than ‘Virgil’ or whatever his name was winning a ticket.

The day after I’d won my ticket, my dads were out so I hosted a party at my place to celebrate my victory. It was great. We played spin the bottle and I got to kiss none other than school heartthrob Nate Christopher. It was probably one of the greatest moments of my life. Valerie even took a picture and sent it to me so I could “treasure the moment I could pretend Nate was gay and into me”.

Why are all the best guys straight? Let’s hope I’ll find the one in Florida and he’ll actually be gay, or bi, or pan, or just likes dudes in general.

Anyway, in the middle of the party, I got a call from Pa. He said he and dad had arranged, not just flights and hotels, but a two-week holiday in America. First, a week and two days in Florida, two days in the town with the factory, then the morning after the tour we’ll drive up to Orlando to go to Disney World. Then, we’ll fly up to New York, which is where we’ll spend the rest pf the two weeks, because Dad managed to get us all tickets to see Be More Chill on Broadway! I’m so excited, it’s going to be the best two weeks of my life.

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Guess who forgot to post the second chapter of ‘The Mess’ on tumblr? Me ... it was me...

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Caleb held Frumpkin carefully in his arms. Nott had told him that she, Yeza, and Luc had to leave for a wedding, but that didn’t mean that he felt anymore comfortable being alone in the apartment. Part of him debating just sleeping outside, but he couldn’t do that to Frumpkin.

The Brenattos had left in the morning, and it didn’t really hit Caleb how gone they were until that evening. And then all at once the feeling of being alone hit him. He locked all the doors and double checked them over and over and over and over and over again. Focusing on his homework was just not an option.

A knock came from the front door, and Caleb nearly jumped a foot in the air. Frumpkin mreoowed in annoyance at Caleb. “Sorry,” Caleb mumbled. He checked the peephole at the door and Jester was standing there. “What is she doing here?” he asked Frumpkin. Caleb liked Jester, but other than the time with the buttons, she only came over while Nott was there.

Caleb’s phone jingled that it had a text from Nott. -cleb o nvited jester ovr for movie night and frgot bout weding. Keeep her conpany ples- After deciphering that Nott had invited Jester to come over to watch movies and forgot that she was going to be out of town, Caleb sighed and opened the door. “Nott’s not here.”

“She’s not? But she said that we were going to watch Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries tonight,” Jester said with a hint of the pout.

“She forgot that she had to go to a wedding today. Nott will be back tomorrow though,” Caleb said.

Jester’s phone buzzed. “Oh, it’s Nott.” She carefully read the text. “Can I watch a movie with you?”

“I’m not really one for murder mysteries,” Caleb said. “They make Frumpkin uncomfortable.”

“We could watch something else since mysteries make Frumpkin uncomfortable.” Jester scratched Frumpkin behind his ear.

“Frumpkin likes documentaries,” Caleb said.

Jester looked up with a smile. “Has he seen the one on cat shows yet? I think he’d like it.”

Caleb shook his head. “No. Frumpkin doesn’t have a lot of time to watch tv.”

“Oh? Why’s he so busy?”

“He’s helping me with my studies,” Caleb said.

Jester scratched Frumpkin under the chin. “You do, Frumpkin? You’re such a smart boy.”

“He is,” Caleb agreed. “Frumpkin makes sure that I’m focused and not interrupted.”

“Frumpkin, you’re amazing you know that right?”

Caleb smiled down at his cat. “I hope he does.” Frumpkin let out a loud low purr.

“See, he totally knows.” Jester continued scratching Frumpkin’s chin. “So can Frumpkin make room in his busy schedule to watch a movie with me?”

Caleb frowned. He didn’t like the idea of giving up Frumpkin even for just a few hoursm and he was a little disappointed that Jester hadn’t invited him to watch a movie with her. But he didn’t want to disappoint Jester. “Oh, um, I suppose you two can watch a movie together. I’ll just work on my homework in my room.”

“Caleb? Don’t you want to watch it with us?” Jester asked.

“I’m invited?”

Jester giggled. “Of course you are. It wouldn’t be fun without you.”

“Ja. Okay then,” Caleb said. He could feel a blush start to creep over his cheeks, but he ignored it. It wasn’t in him to feel like that anymore, Caleb reminded himself. “Is it okay if I bring out my homework to work on?”

“Sure.” But Jester looked almost disappointed.

Caleb frowned. “Are you sure? I can leave it in my room.” He was falling behind schedule, but seeing Jester look even slightly sad was hard for him to bear.

“No. Really, Caleb it’s fine. I get that your studies are important,” Jester said.

“Danke,” Caleb said. “I’ve got an essay due in organic chemistry next week.”

“What’s it on?”

Caleb made a face. “The use of alkane derivatives of steroids as biomarkers.”

“I understood maybe three words of that sentence. You don’t like it much I’m guessing?” Jester asked leaning in closer.

“Not really. Despite majoring in chemistry, I’ve never really had much of a talent for organic chemistry,” Caleb said.

“Can you just pretend it’s a subject you like, then? That’s what I do on papers for classes I don’t like,” Jester said.

Caleb frowned at this. “I don’t think that would work.”

“Just pretend that it’s just normal chemistry.”

“It really doesn’t work like that,” Caleb said. “There are major fundamental differences.”

“Could you write it like you’re explaining it to a normal chemistry person?” Jester asked.

Caleb rubbed his chin. “I guess that could work.”

“It’s that or make up a bunch of junk,” Jester said. “That’s what I do.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve done that too many times to get away with that with his professor,” Caleb said.

“That sucks. Still want to watch the cat show doc with me?” Jester asked. The smile on her face was just pleading enough to make Caleb melt a little.

Caleb nodded. “Ja. I think Frumpkin will enjoy it very much.”

******

Jester fell asleep halfway through the documentary. Caleb was very aware of this fact as she had fallen asleep pressed up against him. He tried to ignore her, but he was finding it considerably difficult. And he couldn’t just move or push her away. That would be like moving Frumpkin off of his lap, and Caleb didn’t have it in him.

The documentary ended and Netflix automatically started playing a show about dogs. Caleb couldn’t help but feel a little bit betrayed. “Jester” he whispered. “Jester, the movie’s over.”

Jester mumbled, stretched and then settled back into Caleb.

“Frumpkin,” Caleb whispered, “help me.”

Frumpkin sauntered over to Jester and licked her nose.

“Frumpkin,” Jester said just barely awake. “Frumpkin, you’re so nice and cute. You’re nearly as nice and cute as your owner.”

Caleb turned beet red. She couldn’t have meant it. There was no way she actually meant it.

“It’s a good thing that you smell better than him though.” Okay, that she meant. “You take good care of Caleb.” Jester snuggled into Caleb more and fell back asleep.

Caleb stared down at her. He had no clue what any of this could mean. If he took it at face value, it meant that Jester liked him, but Caleb knew himself too well to think that anyone would actually like him. So Jester must’ve been confusing him for someone else.

Ever so gently and carefully, Caleb set a pillow under Jester’s head and slipped away. It was better this way.

********

Jester woke up to being shaken roughly. Groggily, she opened an eye to see Caleb over her still shaking her shoulder. A look of panic covered his face. “Caleb? What’s the matter?”

“Frumpkin’s sick,” Caleb said. He paced the floor. “I don’t know what happened. He’s sick.”

Jester rested a hand on Caleb’s arm.”What’s going on?”

“He’s puking. Twice in an hour. That’s not normal. I don’t know what to do.” Caleb shook as he looked at Jester and she’d rarely seen a more pathetic sight.

“Is your vet open?”

“In 27 minutes,” Caleb said. “They’re not open yet.”

Jester got up from the couch with a stretch. It hadn’t even entered her mind until then to wonder where she was, but she must have fallen asleep while watching the documentary. “We’ll call anyways. See if they’ll answer to take appointments. Beau’s got a car. We can beg her for a ride.”

“Beau?” Caleb said as he picked up Frumpkin. The cat mewed weakly.

“My roommate. She’s super cool.” Jester grabbed her bag. “Do you need me to call the vet?”

Caleb looked at her like she had given him the moon. “Would you?”

Jester smiled gently at him. “Sure.” She called the number Caleb gave her, but it went straight to voicemail. “There’s an emergency care vet on the northside of town. We can take Frumpkin there.”

Caleb nodded numbly.

“Frumpkin’s going to be okay, Caleb,” Jester said.

“I can’t lose him,” Caleb said. “I can’t.”

Jester put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “I know. We’ll get him to the vet.”

Caleb hung back as Jester managed to bribe Beau into getting out of bed before 8 AM on a Saturday. “You owe me. Big time,” Beau said as she pulled on a cleanish shirt.

“I know,” Jester said. “I wouldn’t asked if it wasn’t an emergency. Besides you said you wanted to meet the mysterious Caleb.”

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be during daytime hours and just because the sun’s up doesn’t make it day,” Beau grumbled. She stared at Caleb once she got to the hall.

“This is Caleb,” Jester said. “He’s super shy, but nice.”

Beau pulled Jester back and whispered in her ear. “You didn’t tell me he was the library hobo.”

“Library hobo?” This was the first time she had ever heard anyone call Caleb that.

“Yeah. He used to hide out in the library all the time and would take books without checking them out properly, but the university refused to do anything about him,” Beau said.

“Why would they do that?” Jester asked.

Beau shrugged. “No clue. But he must be the Brenatto’s problem now.”

“He’s not a problem,” Jester hissed.

Beau just pointed at Caleb who was nearly in tears as he held onto Frumpkin.

“He’s … just a little sensitive,” Jester said. “Caleb’s not a bad guy.”

“He’s just a whole lot of weird then. Alright Caleb!” Beau called out making Caleb jump. He was very jumpy, so Jester couldn’t entirely get annoyed with Beau for that. “Let’s roll out.”

Caleb was silent the whole ride to the emergency vet. Beau turned up her radio to drown out the quiet. Jester kept turning back to look at Caleb. He kept his head down close to Frumpkin’s.

Finally they got to the vet. “You two are on your own. I don’t do hospitals even if they’re for animals,” Beau said as she dropped them off.

Caleb shook like a leaf in front of the emergency vet. Jester squeezed his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. They’ll take good care of Frumpkin.”

Jester ended up having to fill out the paperwork for Caleb. He was so nervous he couldn’t hold his pen steady. And then all they could do was wait.

“Sooooo,” Jester said filling in the silence, “how long have you had Frumpkin?”

“Close to six months,” Caleb said. “5 months and 27 days. He was so tiny when I found him I had to feed him with a bottle. I can’t lose him.”

Jester nodded. “I know. I think he knows that too. I’m sure he knows how much you love him.”

Frumpkin licked Caleb’s hand. “I, I was in a bad place before I found him.”

“Where did you find him?”

“Outside. It was raining,” Caleb said. “There was a meowing and I found him. Kinda like how Nott found me.”

“Like Nott found you?” Jester had just figured that there was just some kind of placement program at the university or something.

Caleb looked away. “I started college when I was much younger. And then I got sick. … in the head ... and I had to stay in the hospital for a long time. When I was released, I went back to school and then Nott found me.”

“She’s very nice,” Jester said feeling like she had to say something, but nothing else felt right to say at the moment.

“Ja, she is. So is Yeza. They’re more than I deserve.”

“I don’t think it works like that,” Jester said. “Like I don’t think we get to have friends and stuff just because we deserve them. I think it’s more because we need them than anything else.”

Caleb stared at her for a moment, but she couldn’t read his expression but she felt a sorrow from it. “It’s more a need? Well, I hope you have all the friends you need and more.”

“I have a ton of friends, but there’s always room for more you know,” Jester said. “And I hope you get all the friends you need too.”

Just then a nurse called for Frumpkin. “Come with me?” Caleb asked. There was a pained sound in his voice.

“Of course,” Jester said.

**********************

“See,” Jester said, “there was nothing to worry about.”

The vet had declared that Frumpkin just had an upset stomach from eating too rich of table scraps, but that it was a good thing that Caleb brought Frumpkin in just in case. She did prescribe some pepto-bismol for Frumpkin and to keep an eye on him while eating.

Relief filled Caleb as they left the vet’s office. “Ja. Thank you, Jester. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“No problem, Caleb. That’s what friends are for,” Jester said.

He froze. She couldn’t really think that they were friends. Jester deserved better than to put up with him. Caleb looked down at Frumpkin and then relaxed. It wasn’t Caleb she was friends with but Frumpkin. That made sense. Everyone should be friends with Frumpkin. No one in their right mind would be friends with Caleb. But he had to make sure that Jester knew better than to be his friend. “When she gets back, you should talk to Nott and ask her how she met me.”

Jester seemed confused but she nodded anyways. “Ok. Is it a story she tells better than you?”

“I believe so.” Caleb didn’t have it in him to tell her just how terrible he was.

________________________________________

Notes:

Right, so, I probably owe you guys an apology for how angsty this chapter got. The plot is picking up now so it's probably not going to get much fluffier from here.

I hope you guys liked it.

[trinitywolf99-blog]

A dream I had about two nights ago

Daddy doesn't know but he will after he reads this

The other night I had this incredibly hot as fuck dream

Ok so my daddy has a Tumblr and he likes to post LOTS of porn which for the most part doesn't bother me there r also lots of hot stories and stuff and I know he has been working on it a really long time but cause Tumblr has banned sexual content there is less and less to post which brings me to this dream I had cause I worry and stuff and I'd like to help him anyway I can

Daddy has absolutely full control over me and even if I complain I always do what daddy asks of me

So in this dream me and daddy had finally moved in together but he had run out of stuff to post and was sooooo close to his goal and he asked me to do something for him to help. Daddy is really shy about how he looks and stuff (I don't get cause he is sooooooo sexy to me). So anyways daddy asked me to let him video me having sex with one of his friends and this big dog (that appeared out of no where cause it's a dream) telling me that it was ok and not cheating cause he asked me to and of course would hide my face and blindfold me so no one knew what I looked like or who I was. I agree cause I'd do anything for daddy. We take our time to go through and pick out which one of his friends would work best and explain to the friend that this is a one time thing only. The friend agrees.

The morning of the scheduled film day daddy wakes me up by fingering my pussy till I'm sopping wet then ties me up with my elbows tied to my knees and my legs tied so tight I can't move. Then he flips me over to where my ass is up in the air, he covers my face and my eyes and then teases me with a vibrators in my pussy and my ass while he gets breakfast. Then he takes a tail ass plug and replaces the vibrator in my ass with it, and takes the vibrator out of my pussy and fucks me so hard and deep till his friend shows up. When the doorbell goes off he leaves me there all tied up and blindfolded as he greets his friend and sets up the camera to record. After everything is ready his friend starts to fuck me by this point there is sooo much pussy juice everywhere it makes a lot slapping sloshy sound and he fucks me so hard not being gentle or kind to me at all pulling on my hair to make me scream. This went on fo some time then came the time for the dog but still blindfolded i didnt know this and it was my first time. After a few minutes of no one touching me I was startled when the dog started to lick up all the fluids dripping from my ass and pussy. His tongue ruff but soft at the same time, making me moan as he hit my clit over and over and slides his tongue in and out of my pussy over and over. By this time I'm completely incapable of forming any thoughts at all. Then suddenly the dog stops licking me... As I started to whine begging for him to start again he mounts me his hot, hard, huge dick thrusting deep into my pussy causing me to let out a cry of surprise. Much like the friend the dog was not kind and fucked me so hard as he hadn't ever bred any female before and the dog was about 8-9 years old and had never been fixed. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore for fear of exploding everywhere the dog knots me full on no warning, no slowing down just full on slammed it me. As he pours hi love into me we both just sit there in pure ecstasy. Daddy turns off the camera and escorts his friend out who had cleaned up in the bathroom and by the time he came back in the room tue dogs knot had just gotten amall enough to pop ouf of my pussy with a loud popping noise. Daddy takes me into his arms and unties me and unblind folds me when telling me what a great job i did and that he is going to get so many followers with this video then he takes me and lays me down and cleans up the mess all over my legs, ass and pussy. He gets me my stuffy and some chocolate milk in a sippy cup and we cuddle and watch a movie together as i fall asleep cuddled up next to him.

After he posts parts of the video he got so many requests for the whole thing that he started selling them and his Tumblr following sky rocketed! He was so happy and excited we ate out for a week straight for breakfast lunch and dinner.

Love you Daddy 💗💗

[sanderssidecanons]

Title: Don’t starve, Sides!

Theme: Sanders Sides / Don’t Starve AU

Word count: 2272

Shippings: It will be logicality and probably prinxiety, but now there is nothing specific, just fluff you can view either way

Warnings: I’m not sure, there isn’t really anything in this one I would warn you from?

Note: I don’t know, I was really bored and like the idea, so I decided to write it instead of drawing it. Maybe I will do more if you guy’s like it.

It was a day like any other in the mindspace oft he mind of Thomas Sanders. Every treat did normal activities, nothing was out of the ordinary in the imaginative place. The four main treats of Thomas, Logan the logic, Patton the morality, Roman the creativity and Virgil the anxiety tried to just lay low and relax for a little while, they all trying to recharge after Thomas announced a little break for him and his sides to just sit down for a while and catch a breath, simply existing without the pressure of making a video or somehow being productive.

And unsurprisingly reacted every side different to the break Thomas was giving them. Roman was bored as hell since Thomas didn’t need any creative ideas right now, the fanciful side doing almost nothing but lying down, sighing dramatically, complaining about the boredom and then ending up playing video-games or board-games with Patton and Virgil.

The anxious treat was actually quite thankful fort he breather, still nervous about everything that’s going to come up once the break ended and scared of almost everything, but he was way more relaxed than usual, coming out of his room more often and bantering quite a lot more with Roman, disgruntling the fanciful side to the core.

Patton on the other hand was practically floating through the mind palace, happy to finally be able to show the other sides how much he loves them and at last showing his parental side once more and take proper care of everyone since Virgil had a terrible sleeping schedule, Roman sometimes needed a shoulder to cry on and Logan locked himself in his laboratory all day long and doesn’t come out until nightfall, which was far too late for Pattons taste.

Logan behaved a little odd since the break started, claiming he worked on something to surpass the time, but sharing not a single detail with them. The only thing the other sides knew was the fact, that Logan locked himself in his laboratory since almost a week now and no one knew how to lure him out to at least eat something. This issue was the reason for Patton’s nervous pacing in the living room one day.

He prepared lunch for Logan, said meal waiting on a tablet on the table for the emotional trait to be carried to the logical one, but now simply steaming away as Patton was lost in thought. Virgil and Roman were playing a game of cards on the table but interrupted it a few moments ago so they could watch Pattons distressed face and nervous pacing. Roman sighed irritably and stood aprubtly up, knocking the table a few inches forward and causing the meal to slightly move in the process, while Virgil flinched and glared upwards due to getting spooked.

„Alright, this is getting ridiculous! This nerd can’t lock himself in the whole day!“ Declared Roman as he jumped on the couch, lifting a fist up into the air and staring at the ceiling, Virgil following his gaze slightly confused and giving Roman a look.

„What do you suggest we do, prince annoying? Kick his door in?“ He looked back at the fanciful side who already had a battering ram in hand and groaned, throwing his head back and flailing with his arms.

„Roman, no.“ Roman poutet, swinging the battering ram around while explaining passionately.

„Come on! Everyone of us want’s Smartass to come out of his stupid laboratory and maybe play a game or watch a movie, heck maybe even eat dinner with us! I thought we were a family! It’s our right to tear Logan away from his work so he doesn’t lose his grip on reality! That would be the worst since he IS logic!“ Patton bit his lip, contemplating the options he had, slightly torn apart at the fact, that he didn’t want to disturb Logan’s privacy while at the same time whoheartedly agreeing with Roman.

He missed the logical side on their breakfasts and dinners, on their evenings where they would watch a movie or play a stupid game together or the nights where, when someone had a nightmare, met up in the living room once again for Patton to lull them into comfortable memories and all three of them sleeping together on the big couch, huddled together into one big pile.

„Let’s go Roman, Virgil. We’re busting in.“ Decided Patton finally, Roman immediatly jumping from the couch, pumping his arms in an enthusiastic manner whike still holding the battering ram, Virgil emitting a distressed noise at Patton’s decision. He wasn’t supporting this at all, too familiar with the feeling of just shutting himself in and avoiding any contact but at the same time having silent doubts about Logans reasons to lock himself in, not sure about  Logan’s motive being the same as Virgil’s.

He silently contemplating for a few moments before rising with a sigh and following Patton and Roman who already prepared themselves for busting in. „You really think we should, you know, use a battering ram instead of, well, knocking first?“ Roman and Logan looked at Virgil for a moment before giving each other a look, both of them shrugging and taking a step back and slightly crouching down, preparing themselves for a sprint.

„Ready, Patton? On three!“ Patton nodded and went along with Roman’s countdown, the fanciful side slowly counting up. „One.... Two... THREE!“ Both of them started sprinting, ready to simply destroy the door seperating them from the logical trait, Roman screaming  in a panic as said door suddenly opened and revealed Logan on the other end, his eyes widening at the side before him, before forcing a noise of distress and panic out and jumping to the side, Roman trying to stop but with Patton not knowing what was happening both of them stumbling inside of the room and crashing into numerous glasses on a table, breaking them in the process and spilling everything, Virgil cringing at the noises and sight before him.

Logan took a moment to calm his racing heart as he put his hand on another table to support himself, panting slightly at the shock of the unexpected situation. The logical trait took another deep breath before straightening himself, pushing his glasses up and looking down at Roman and Patton sprawled on his floor and covered in colorful and luckily nonpoisonous liquids, raising his eyebrows while his eye twitched in irritation.

„What is the meaning of this?“ asked Logan unamused and also very surprised as he not expected Roman and Patton to bust in with a battering ram, which was now lying forgotten in the floor, right next to the destroyed table. Roman grinned sheepishly while scratching his head, slightly ducking down at Logan’s intense gaze. „We were worried about you and I really wanted to bust into something since I was horribly bored and incredible curious about your science-stuff?“ Logan’s eye twitched again, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing through it as he turned around, ignoring Virgil, who poked his head slightly in to see if it was safe to come in.

Patton shook his head like a dog and joked: „I guess we really went above and beyond this time!“ Roman nodded eagerly, quickly picking himself up and helping the parental side on his feet. „Sooooo, what’cha working on?“ Asked Roman innocently as he rocked himself back and forth, grinning sheepishly an giving Logan the puppy-eyes, who simply gestured to the enormous machine behind him. It seemed to be some kind of giant door frame, an actual door missing with cogs and other machines whirring above it.

„I worked in this. It’s an interdimensional door, supposed to make travelling into places outside of our dimension possible.“ Roman cocked his head slightly, squinting at the devices above the frame and poking Patton with his elbow, nodding upwards and whispering: „Kinda looks like a face, doesn’t it?“ Patton looked at the fanciful side, before he followed Roman’s gaze, eyes squinting at first before widening in surprise as he saw the slightly insane looking face inside of the machinery.

Virgil also seemed to notice as he shuddered and took a deep breath, composing himself and answering. „Logan, buddy, I don’t think we should mess with other dimensions. I mean, we haven’t nearly explored anything in our own dimension.“ Logan chuckled slightly and shook his head, pushing his glasses up again as he explained. „Do not worry, it is not supposed to work, for it is merely a prototype of a device, which will only function properly in a faraway future, if it will function at all.“ All of the other sides ‚ahhhh’d at Logan’s explanation, Roman walking closer and inspecting the frame, admiring the aesthetic design despite it being a scientific device.

„It looks really impressive.“ Admitted Virgil, slightly intimidated at the insane glare the face in the cogs gave him. Logan nodded, satisfied with himself and his good work, before he asked: „What motivated you to burst violently into my private laboratory anyway?“ Patton sighed in defeat, shoulders sinking and pouting at the logical trait whose mimic changed from exhausted and slightly irritated to surprised in an instance.

„I was just worried about you and... missed you. Because you were always gone, well not gone, you were still there, but you were behind a door and only came out for bed at like midnight before you got up at 5 or 6 in the morning to get back to work. We all miss you Logan...“ The logical trait opened his mouth slightly, missing the right words as he looked at the other sides , now realizing how long  he was actually working on  his prototype and how long he neglegted his family.

„Apologies for losing the track of time and reality.“ Logan hung his head slightly, admitting his mistakes to himself not easy for him as he was the logical trait and being right was his purpose, but he looked back up again and smiled slightly. „It’s lunchtime, isn’t it?“ Patton beamed, blinding everyone in the room like a beacon at Logan’s words and kind tone, before flinching at a bright flash and loud whooshing noise, everyone gaping at the portal as it had suddenly a strange matter twirling inside of it.

Roman jumped back and furrowed his brows together, mouth open in shock while Logan simply turned around, confusion written all over his face. „That’s impossible! It shouldn’t work! It wasn’t supposed to work, I didn’t even build something to turn it on! It is just a metallic doorframe!“ The other three’s jaws dropped as dark, shadow-like hands, almost claws, came through the portal, the ‚arm‘ attached to them being simple shadows, which moved and twitched uncontrollably while one hand gripped around Romans waist, trapping him in place and the other slapping itself over his mouth, making any communication impossible.

Logan grunted while he tried to plant his feet firmly on the ground as he was being dragged towards the portal, everyone else frozen in fear and surprise, forced to only stare in shock. Logan was slowly dragged towards the portal, a few inches of fighting late he felt a particularly hard pull and his feet left the ground, the logical trait falling in one smooth motion into the portal, the last thing he heard and saw being the shocked noises and faces of the other traits.

Another set of hands appeared and Romans eyes widened, quickly pulling his sword out and slicing at the hands, simply slicing through them without any inpact, the shadows gripping the blade firmly and pulling it out of Roman’s irony grip, the other hand snaring his wrists as he screamed in distress, trying to free himself, only to be grabbed by the other hand and lifted off the ground, also thrown into the portal to share the same fate as Logan.

Patton and Virgil finally managed to stand up, the emotional trait standing protectively in front of Virgil and shield the anxious trait with his body and arm. „Let’s get out of here!“ commanded Patton, Virgil only able to nod with widened eyes. Another set of hands appeared while the remaining two sides made a dash for the exit, Virgil stopping at the frame when he heard a stressed and shocked scream, whipping around and heart stopping at the sight of Patton’s scared face, eyes filled with tears while his arm reached towards Virgil and a shadowy hand gripped firmly around Patton’s ankle, snaring and dragging him towards the portal.

Virgils fight-or-flight instincs kicked in, unable to leave the emotional trait behind as he dashed forward and gripped Patton’s arm with both hands, growling and hissing as he felt the resistance of the shadow-claw. Patton tried to kick at the hand to no avail, gripping Virgil’s wrist like his life depended on it, which was probably the case.

„VIRGIL!“ Screamed Patton, looking back and flinching at the sight of the portal and the hands.

„I’M NOT LETTING GO!“ Answered Virgil just as loudly as, crying out in agony and fear as the other hand snared Virgil’s wrists and pulled him forward, the anxious trait falling towards the floor and landing face first, only able to hold Patton at the last moment, who still cried in fear and agony and probably every negative emotion there is.

But it was to no avail as Patton and in the Process Virgil were also thrown into the portal, their hearing completely shutting off and Virgil feeling himself losing his grip on reality, slowly letting go of Patton’s hand and surrendering to the darkness.

[canaryatlaw]

well....today was overall alright I guess, for a Monday. period days just aren’t very pleasant overall. but today was alright. I woke up to my alarm at 11 to find this morning’s situation I previously posted about (so. much. blood.), took care of that and hooked up my new period pain reliever device thing called Livia. It was on kickstarter months ago, and came a few weeks ago, so I stopped taking bc and here we are. it’s a little square thing that connects to a wire which splits in two and has an electrode attached to a gel pad on each end. you put the electrodes on your stomach (or wherever you’re having cramps) and turn it on, and increase the level until you feel a tingly feeling going on. it operates off the theory of something called TENS, basically with electric nerve stimulation or something like that (I’m a law person, not a science person). But as far as keeping cramps away it’s doing pretty good, I used it for most of the day and was good, so that was good. But yeah, I got ready, had instant mashed potatoes for breakfast because I was out of cereal and didn’t have any other substitutes, then took the bus to the train to the other train because it was in the single digits outside today (brrr). made it to school and stopped in the PAD office briefly to dump my stuff and spend a few minutes on my laptop typing up case briefs for the cases I read on Saturday (when I didn’t have my laptop with me so I hadn’t written briefs for them) because I knew, I just knew I was going to get called on, I can always tell, so I wanted to be prepared. somewhere in between all of this I checked my email and discovered a request for a second interview with the organization I interviewed with back in December and is currently my first choice job option, so I was fairly ecstatic about that. they wanted it to be in person, not over Skype, so I ended up scheduling it for the Friday directly preceding spring break, I’ll fly to NY on Thursday (skipping my Thursday night class) and do it the next day, so I was happy about all of this. I booked flights as well so that’s good to go. I made it all the way to the end of the period, even when he kept coming up with absent people and then had to pick someone else for a chain of like 5 people, and then on the last case of the day I get called on, which was fine because I was prepared, and we only had a few minutes left so I didn’t get any too difficult questions. Went back to the PAD office after that and started working on my Remedies reading for this evening. The reading assignments have always been super long (this week’s was 85 pages) but last week he basically said you don’t have to do all of it, just at least skim the cases, so instead of actually reading I read the case briefs of them off lexis and copied those into my notes, so that worked. Then I worked on the rest of my civil rights assigned reading for Wednesday so I could leave the book at school and not have to lug it back and forth again. I was really craving like, cake or something, but didn’t want to go anywhere outside because it was snowing again and still freezing, so I didn’t do anything until guy who hangs out in the office who has been growing on me came, and I mentioned it, at which point he offered to go grab it for me like I hoped he would and I said I’d buy his coffee, so I ordered the two things from the starbucks app (I got the iced lemon pound cake) and he ran down (the starbucks is across the street) and returned a minute later with them, so I was pleased with that. Class time rolled around, so I went up to class. Sort of tuned in and out for a while, still taking decent notes and keeping up with the conversation at least. Lots of talk about damages, which is to be expected being that it’s a class based on Remedies, and damages make up a huge portion of remedies for cases. So just stuff like consequential damages and liquidated damages and when they can be counted as a penalty that won’t be enforced by the court for being against public policy, and fun stuff like that. He let us out around 7:30, an hour early, because he knew some of us have long commutes (I didn’t raise my hand when he asked; mine takes about an hour but I know those who live outside the city have much longer ones) and he wanted to make sure we all got home okay with the snow, which was of course greatly appreciated. So I took the red line to the brown line, but then when I went to check when the next bus was coming to the brown line stop the next bus was 30 minutes out (they’re only ever supposed to be 20 minutes apart) and I was like oh fuck no, I’m not waiting for half a fucking hour when the remaining distance is relatively small (though would not be a pleasant walk, especially in current conditions, a bit too far for that). So I sucked it up and got an uber for the last mile or two, which got me home at a decent time at least. Got home and got some food, then turned on tonight’s episode of Supergirl, which I thought was super interesting. I loved their whole plot with Julia/Purity and that climax scene when Alex basically talks her down and gets her to fight it off, and suddenly this innocent person is back, and offers herself to save Alex (which, while very noble, sadly played right into Reign’s plan). I then loved Kara’s line at the end about saving them instead of defeating them, because I sooooo badly want that to be the solution to this season and not end up with a dead Sam and abandoned Ruby, so I really hope that’s the path they go down. but yeah, I enjoyed the episode, which is always good. after that I wound up calling my dad, which lead to a somewhat tense discussion over job options, where he was telling me he has connections with the people conducting the interviews at the DA’s office, and I told him I’d really prefer to get a job that I got on my own merit, not his, not like how my brother did, and he wasn’t happy to hear that because he was like “what have I been working my whole life for then?” and like, my dad has made a great reputation for himself. but when people see my last name I want them to think of the things I’ve done to give it meaning, not the things my dad or brother had done. If it works out like that I will take a job in the DA’s office, but I’d much prefer a position that I knew I got on my own merit, not who my father is. because I’m well-qualified, dammit, I worked my ass off to get in the top 15% of my class, working 16 hours a week in addition to being a full time student for a full year to gain the experience and training I needed to excel in the area I want to go into. I want to get offered a job because it’s something I earned, not because I was born into the right family and can get a job through nepotism. There’s a reason I decided to go to law school halfway across the country, where nobody knows my last name, and I have a blank slate where I can make a name for myself. of course, job options in Chi are not looking great right now. I emailed my former prof about a position in the PD’s office in the juvenile division, but I’d have to apply to the general office and then wait to get transferred to the juvenile division once I’d gained enough seniority (it’s relatively low on the rotation, maybe the second or third stop after things like traffic court and DV court) to get to the juvenile division. but of course that also risks the chance that I’d be assigned to the child protection division, where I would have to defend the parents in abuse and neglect proceedings, something I never intend on doing. Like, honestly, I would have no problem defending in criminal cases. I would have no problem defending someone who was guilty of murder. But I will never defend an abusive parent, because the parent’s lawyers are the only players in that system who have an objective that differs from the best interest of the child, and I never ever want to be in a position where it’s my job to argue something that is not in the best interest of a child because it’s what my client wants. So yeah, give me murderers or death row cases, I’ll happily do that defense work (my dad is a criminal defense lawyer primarily after all, so it’s not like I haven’t had plenty of exposure to it), but don’t ask me to defend an abusive parent to the detriment of their child. that I will never do. but anyway. We talked it out a bit and eventually hung up, at which point I decided to start watching Game of Thrones, which I was told to watch as much as I can this week because apparently we’re going to a GoT themed con on Saturday. I tried to get HBO Go to work through my roommate’s apple tv, but the thing is so old it doesn’t function very well and kept stalling on me to the point where it wouldn’t even play the episode i just said fuck it and paid the two bucks to get the episode off Amazon prime video. I’ve been reading Daenery’s page on the game of thrones wiki so I had some idea of what happened with her, but everything else was fairly confusing, though I think I had a pretty good grasp of what happened. Definitely not used to the nudity and the gore (so many beheadings, ick) but hopefully I’ll get better with that. I didn’t realize Sansa was so young at the beginning of the series, I definitely thought she was older. They all looked pretty damn young, and the adorable small child I was informed is named Bran Stark did a great job of being very cute. Daenery’s storyline was of course hardcore cringeworthy, getting married against her will (even if it is to Jason Momoa) after dealing with her gross asshole of a brother, and then getting legit raped on her wedding night was just pretty damn horrifying to watch. I like her character a lot though, so I’m looking forward to seeing how that goes. And yeah, when that ended I started getting ready for bed and here we are. I don’t have to do anything tomorrow until PT at 1, but I’m gonna try to get up at 11 and make a target trip beforehand to pick up a prescription and grab some groceries, because if I wait until afterwards I probably won’t have enough time to do my secured transactions reading and be done in time to watch The Flash and Black Lightning, so I’ll try to be somewhat more productive, even while still sleeping in a while. so hopefully that will go well. And yeah, that’s it for now. Goodnight my loves. Hope your Monday didn’t suck. 

[addictedtojohnandsherlock]

Chapter 63

** Sooooo happy to have finished this chapter and get it up! I started typing two days ago and meant to post it yesterday, but life changes plans... **

(John is released from the hospital two days later. He begins to recover quickly as he and Sherlock spend time discussing and finalizing wedding arrangements. Though neither of them ever thought of themselves as the type to enjoy organizing nuptials, it has been very entertaining for both. Their spirited conversations generally reveal that they are quite like-minded grooms, often ending in snuggling and lazy kisses. Although, one rather spectacular argument resulted in some surprisingly fantastic angry sex. John laughed for nearly two days straight when Sherlock kept trying to pick another fight. One such attempt was at a crime scene. Poor Greg was convinced they had gone spare, which only served to make John laugh even harder.

With the wedding fast approaching, Mrs. Hudson has taken to visiting the flat at least once a day to gush over the duo. She nearly always leaves misty-eyed and nostalgic. Sherlock usually rolls his eyes and stops paying attention. John would roll his too, except that he has learned more about his detective’s past than he thought possible, and in such a short period of time. He almost regrets missing her visits on days when he goes to both physical therapy and the surgery, now that he is trying out a halftime schedule. It is earlier than he expected, but his recovery has gone so well that he has given up his sling.)

(John walks through the flat, stopping periodically to pull his shoes on or put something in his bag. He can hear a violin playing as he goes and stops at the source when he reaches the sitting room and finds Sherlock at the window. He smiles fondly at his back. Feeling his eyes, Sherlock turns and smiles, bending at the waist in a little bow as he continues to play.)

J: Right. I’m off to the surgery and I’m meeting Mike for a bit after.

S: Ah, to ask him to be your best man.

J: What? No, no. (with a laugh) I asked him that weeks ago. No, it’s just to go over...some...wedding...

(John slows as he watches Sherlock stop playing and shift on his feet. He noticeably tries to avoid John’s eyes and wears the expression of a child being unmasked as a cookie thief.)

J: Tell me you’ve already asked Greg.

(Sherlock smiles in that endearing way he does when he is about to get in trouble. John sighs, his shoulders sagging with the breath.)

S: I may have neglected to mention it.

J: (pinching the bridge of his nose) Christ.

S: (quickly putting down his instrument and scrambling to John) I’ll talk to him right away, John. Besides, we know he’s going to be there anyway. Does it really matter if this is merely added onto his role?

J: Yes! Yes, it matters. You don’t just surprise a guest with that. (sarcastically) Welcome to the wedding. You’re going to be best man. Good luck with that.

S: (haughtily) I wasn’t going to do it that way.

J: Really?

(Sherlock doesn’t answer and looks very guilty.)

J: Sherlock!

S: Yes, yes. I’ll ask him the next time I see him.

J: The wedding is two weeks away! You MAKE time to see him.

S: Make time?

J: Call him. Meet him for drinks. Ask him.

S: Will you be coming along?

J: What? No, I don’t need to go along.

S: But I never go out for drinks without you. I don’t do drinks.

J: This one time you can make an accep... No. You know what. Yes, I’ll go along. Just phone Greg.

(John storms down the hall to the front door and reaches for his coat, but six feet of consulting detective stop him by pressing his body against the door. His bag falls from his shoulder as Sherlock spins him around.)

J: What the fuck, mmph!

(The taller man stops his mouth with a kiss, sandwiching John between himself and the door. Sherlock kisses him hard at first, but quickly softens it and nibbles at his lips. John remains very stern and irritated, trying to talk around the detective’s lips. However, his resolve eventually falters and their mouths begin to move in tandem. When Sherlock opens his eyes to look at John again, the man is breathless and calm. His eyes are closed. Sherlock nips at his lower lip and John shivers.)

J: Damn you. (swallowing) That is not going to work every time, you know.

S: (hands finding John’s and twining their fingers together) As long as it works this time.

(He kisses John’s nose, as the man cocks a brow and purses his lips in that adorable way that only he can.)

J: Just call him.

S: I will.

J: Promise me.

S: I’ll do it.

J: Promise!

S: (with a pout) Oh, very well. I promise.

J: Thank you.

(He steps up on tiptoe and kisses Sherlock’s nose in return. The detective’s mouth curls into a smile and he swoops in for another kiss. Meanwhile, John frees his left hand and scrabbles for the doorknob.)

J: Sherlock, I have to go.

(Sherlock grumbles, but steps back. His mobile sounds as he watches John put on his coat.)

S: (fishing it from his pocket) Aha! The man himself. (phone to his ear) You have a case.

(John buttons his coat, lifts his bag from where he dropped it, and turns to leave. However, a large hand deftly grabs his ass and traps him against the detective.)

J: (quietly) Sherlock, let go! I’m going to be late.

(All he gets is a squeeze in response. As Sherlock listens to Greg, John glowers and waits.)

S: Yes. Mm. Text me the address. I’ll be there shortly. (pocketing his mobile) Seems there’s a case.

J: Talk to him.

S: I did promise, did I not?

J: You did. See that you don’t forget.

(Sherlock gives him a cheeky smile and pinches the firm cheek in his hand.)

S: I was not aware I could get out of promises that way.

J: (grabbing his lapels and staring him down) You can’t.

(Sherlock closes the gap, bringing their mouths together once again. The kiss is soft and slow, but no less heated than the harder ones they shared earlier. John feels an undeniable warmth pooling low in his belly. God, that mouth. Those hands. This man.)

(Sherlock looks at his fiance fondly when they part. John meets his eyes once he opens his own. A quiet and embarrassing moan escapes his lips as he sighs.)

J: You should be illegal.

S: (cocking a brow) Are you sure I’m not?

J: You’re an idiot.

S: (still smiling fondly) You’re going to be late.

J: Then let go of my ass.

S: Is that a requirement?

(John huffs a laugh and Sherlock joins him, reluctantly removing his hand from John’s person. The shorter man pecks his lips and turns to the door.)

J: I love you.

S: I love you.

J: (hesitating) Be careful.

S: (in mock frustration) Another promise? (He smiles, takes John’s hand, and kisses the knuckles.) I will. I promise.

(John studies his face with a small smile on his own. Sherlock would normally assume John is searching for deception because that is what most other people he has met throughout his life would do, but the expression is all wrong. John looks more like a man who absolutely adores what he sees and can’t believe his luck, an expression Sherlock never imagined would be directed at him.)

J: Thank you.

S: Tonight then. I will pick up Thai.

(John smiles and heads down the stairs with Sherlock watching after him until the building’s door closes. His mobile sounds almost immediately. He pulls on his Belstaff and checks the address from Greg. Grabbing his scarf and tying it around his neck, he glides down the stairs and out the door to catch a cab.)

*                           *                            *

(Hours later, Greg Lestrade makes his way through the desks and cubicles of his fellow officers on the fourth floor of New Scotland Yard. He calls out reminders to some as he passes, one hands him a coffee as he goes. He nods his thanks and takes a sip before cracking a joke to a sergeant standing near Sally Donovan’s desk, which is where he stops. She straightens from where she had been hunched over her work and stretches her neck while looking at her superior.)

G: (sipping) He’s been processed?

SD: Yep. Cursing and complaining about a certain consulting detective the whole time. This guy may be small-time, but Holmes certainly made himself an enemy today.

G: While I agree, I don’t think he much cares.

SD: Maybe not, but there’s something on his mind.

(She nods over Greg’s shoulder. He turns to follow her eyes and sees the tall detective sitting in his own office. The man looks bored, but appears to be waiting patiently.)

G: Crikey. He came to give a statement already?

SD: And finished it. He’s been sitting in there quietly ever since.

(Greg turns back to her, disbelief on his face that almost immediately goes slack.)

G: Oh, god. Something’s happened to John.

SD: (with a bark of laughter) If it had, he wouldn’t be here just sitting around.

G: True enough. (He looks back to his office, cringes, and then back to Sally.) Wish me luck.

(She chuckles as he walks away to stop in the office doorway. The detective looks at him with irritation. Splotches of dark purple bloom around his left eye, a fresh cut just over his cheekbone. He holds an ice bag is in one hand, but not to his eye.)

S: It’s about bloody time. Did you stop for a pint on the way back?

G: Put that back on your eye!

S: What? Why?

G: Your wedding is two weeks away and look at you. Christ, John’s going to kill me.

S: My eye will be fine by the wedding. It’s not important.

G: Like hell it isn’t. It just might be fine if you keep it from swelling now. Use the ice.

S: (grumbling) My medical care...

G: (loudly and pointing with his free hand) Do it or I’ll lock you up.

S: (incredulous) On what charge?

G: Does it really matter if John has to come get you out?

(Sherlock’s silver eyes flicker in recognition. He slowly raises the ice pack and rests it on his own face, glowering at the DI. Satisfied, Greg walks fully into the room and sits at his desk. He eyes the detective with a smirk and takes another drink, leaning back in his chair comfortably.)

G: So, what’s on your mind?

S: Ah, yes. (shifting in his seat, suddenly ill at ease) I...I’m in need of a favor.

(Greg is about to respond, but Sherlock clears his throat and shifts again. From anyone else, it wouldn’t phase Greg in the slightest, but from this man, it is odd to say the least. The DI cocks a brow, beginning to share the detective’s unease.)

G: (cautiously) Go ahead.

S: Right. (He starts to lower the ice pack. Greg may not know what’s going on, but still knows enough to give him a death glare. The pack goes back in place over the eye. Sherlock clears his throat again and squares his shoulders.)

S: I once told John that I didn’t have any friends. Then I thought I only had one. (He swallows and smiles awkwardly. It’s more like a grimace really. Greg tucks his chin and frowns, leaning back further into his chair.) Since then I have come to realize that I have many more friends than I ever expected to.You have been a friend to me almost from the beginning of our association and I was too blind to see it.

(Sherlock pauses. He shifts his eyes away from Greg to the door, wishing he was walking through it. He would love nothing more than to be anywhere but in this office with this man, talking about this. He looks back at Greg, who can clearly tell what he’s thinking because he isn’t trying to conceal his expression at all.

Greg leans forward in his chair, placing his coffee on the desk and resting his elbows on either side of the cup. His fingers are touching. His face ranges from confusion to wariness. Sherlock truly grimaces this time.)

S: (scrubbing his free hand through his curls) I told John I’m rubbish at this. The wedding is only weeks away and I...

G: Oh, god. You’re leaving John.

(Sherlock stares at him in stunned silence. His jaw drops, eyes wide, his body immobile. He is a complete contrast to Greg, who has suddenly sprung into action and is already in front of his desk pacing and speaking quickly.)

G: I understand. I do. It’s only natural for someone who has denied his own emotions for so long to be scared at feeling something so strong. It must be like nothing you’ve felt before, but Sherlock, you can’t do this to John. You just can’t. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. (He stops pacing and faces the silent man in his office. Sherlock’s mouth is closed, his silver eyes look sharp and cold.) Before you met, you were happy enough solving crimes and the like, but you were only a fraction of who you are now. The two of you, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. People say they complete each other, but you and John actually do.

(When Greg stops talking, the silence around them is deafening. The two men stare at one another, not daring to speak. Greg notices that Sherlock looks not just angry, as he expected, but also hurt. It’s not something he is accustomed to seeing on the detective’s features, but there is no other word for it.)

G: Now, look, it’s okay. Let’s just talk it through.

S: (snapping) Oh, for god sake! I want you to be my best man!

G: What?

S: My best man. That’s what I wanted to ask you, what I came here to say.

(Greg stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing with no sound. He can’t quite grasp the situation he is now in, so he simply continues staring and tries to understand what he just heard.

A moment later, Sherlock slowly stands to his full height and looks down his nose at Greg. He bites the inside of his cheek and then speaks quietly, looking the DI right in the eye.)

S: I know I’m a bastard. I don’t make any effort not to be. But if you know anything else about me, you must know I could never hurt John so deeply.

(Greg gapes, suddenly feeling like a complete idiot. Of course he knows that. Of course he does. What the fuck is he thinking? Greg grits his teeth in anger.)

S: (looking at the ice pack in his hands) This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.

(He starts to move, but Greg slides in his way, arms outstretched.)

G: Wait, Sherlock. Please. I...I was wrong. Incredibly wrong. And stupid. But you were freaking me out and I jumped to the most fucked-up conclusion I could. (shrugging) Sorry.

S: John is my life.

G: I know. (They study each other in silence until Greg puts his hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and gives him a timid smile.) Now sit down and put that pack on your face.

(The corner of the detective’s mouth quirks up and he sinks down onto his seat again.)

S: How does it look?

G: Oh, it’s swelling. No doubt about it. (He smiles genuinely as he watches Sherlock cover his eye.) Your best man?

S: (meeting his eyes) Yes.

G: I would be honored. (tilting his head and continuing carefully) If you still want me.

S: (eyes brightening a bit) Thank you, Greg.

(The DI grins at Sherlock and claps a hand on his shoulder. After a moment, he turns to his desk, picks up his coffee cup, and drinks the tepid liquid. Looking at his friend, he can’t help but cringe.)

G: Shit. John really is going to kill me.

S: (rolling his eyes) John won’t care. I have come home with much worse than this. He won’t even mention it.

*                        *                       *

J: What the fuck happened to your face?!

S: I’ve come home with far worse than this.

J: Yeah, and we weren’t getting married in a few days any of those times either.

S: It is two weeks and I will be fine by then.

J: I know how many bloody days it is! What happened?

S: You are giving this too much consideration, John.

(John gets right up into Sherlock’s personal space and clamps his hand over the man’s mouth. He tucks his chin and looks up with what Sherlock secretly calls adorably angry eyes.)

J: I am going to take my hand off your mouth and you are going to tell me what happened.

(Sherlock stares down at him in surprise.)

J: (firmly) Aren’t you.

(Sherlock starts to nod slowly and then a little faster when John begins to nod along with him.)

J: All right then. (removing his hand) What happened?

S: I may have collided with a suspect who was less than pleased with being tricked into confessing his guilt.

J: He punched you in the face.

S: Twice. (John face palms.) But he’s been caught, John. He’ll not murder again.

J: Yeah, well, that’s something anyway. Come to the loo so I can get a proper look.

S: Why is the loo the only room in this flat that affords you a “proper look”?

J: (dragging him down the hall by his wrist) Because it has the best light. Now, move.

(John pulls him inside the room and stands him by the toilet, simply muttering sit as he gets out his medical kit and opens its hard cover. He mentally settles on which salve to use once he has examined the taller man’s eye, but finds him still standing when he faces him again. John purses his lips.)

J: (tersely) I can’t see it if you if you don’t sit down.

S: Has it occurred to you that I have been examined? That I can take care of myself when injured? I’m not the child Mycroft believes.

(John bites his lip. Equating him to Mycroft is pretty low as insults go, but John can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. He makes an obvious effort to soften his eyes and expression, as well as his body language. It is a move not lost on his over-observant fiance. John takes a short step back.)

J: You’re right. I’m sorry. I have nothing if not a hot temper. (Sherlock snorts, provoking a tight smile from John, but Sherlock can see a genuine one in his eyes.) I worry after you.

S: (sincerely) I know.

J: It’s hard not to when you so often put yourself in harm’s way without a thought.

S: I put thought into it. (with a hint of the defensive) I always put thought into it.

J: (smiling) Of course you do.

S: I consider all of the possibilities.

J: Sit down. (Sherlock meets his fond gaze.) Please.

(Without breaking eye contact, the taller man sinks down until his delicious bum rests on the toilet seat. John steps close and touches his fingers to Sherlock’s chin, tilting his head gently. He swallows and diverts his eyes from the gorgeous, pale neck laid bare before him. John stoops over the man and peers at his eye.

Sherlock watches as John’s tongue wets his lips while he studies the wound. John’s fingertips glide softly over the tender skin stretched over his cheekbone. The doctor reaches for the salve and carefully applies it. Sherlock watches John’s face with fascination and flinches only once. John apologizes quickly and resumes with an even more gentle touch.

When he is finished, John looks down into dilated silver eyes.)

J: You don’t need a bandage and the bruises will have almost faded entirely for the wedding.

S: (quietly) Imagine my relief.

J: (whispering) And mine.

(Sherlock watches as John’s dark blue irises give way to his growing black pupils. He shivers at John’s warm breath on his cheek. His hand reaches up and cups John’s nape, gently guiding him down to Sherlock’s waiting lips.)

(The kiss is electric. The two men are scrabbling with shirt buttons in seconds and when John’s warm hands push the purple fabric from Sherlock’s shoulders, the man rises to his full height and backs John against the wall with a loud thunk. Their mouths devour, hands are everywhere. Both shirts fall to the floor and Sherlock starts in on John’s flies while he licks down John’s neck and bites gently at his collar bone.)

S: You hit your head.

J: (breathlessly nipping his ear) S’fine.

(Sherlock slides his hands around John’s ass to the backs of his thighs and lifts as he thrusts up forcefully, lifting the smaller man off his feet and causing him to moan loudly. John’s hands find Sherlock’s shoulders and his legs wrap around his slender waist. Sherlock thrusts him against the wall again. This time the doctor shouts. Sherlock casts his eyes upward to see John’s are blown wide. He swallows hard.)

S: Bed.

J: Now.

(Sherlock licks a pebbled nipple, grinning at John’s answering curse before backing away from the wall, bringing the doctor with him, and stumbling to the bedroom. There, he collapses onto his lover onto the bed and sets to work on his beautiful, tanned neck. Within minutes, trousers and pants are gone and their naked skin, already glistening with sweat, slides together eliciting a moan from them both.)

J: God. Fuck. Inside me. Now.

(Sherlock tears himself away from hot skin only to stop on kiss-swollen lips, a delightful distraction indeed.)

S: John.

J: Christ, Sherlock.

(The detective finally pulls himself away again and comes back with a bottle of lube. He quickly slicks his fingers and glides them down to John’s hole. The doctor’s eyes widen as a single digit slides in.)

J: Oh god, Sherlock. God, yes!

(They work their way up to three and then Sherlock pulls out, replacing his hand with his own painfully hard cock. Both men cry out as their bodies press together tightly, Sherlock’s head already touching John’s prostate.

Sherlock pulls out a  bit and thrusts back in. John’s eyes gloss over for a split-second and then look directly into Sherlock’s, his hands gripping the man’s ass firmly. They stare at one another and then thrust together, their voices joining in a loud moan.)

J: You are definitely illegal!

(Sherlock just grunts deeply as they continue thrusting, increasing and decreasing the pace in tandem without uttering a word. They communicate with looks and touches, like there could never be a more natural partnership. Sherlock’s lips find John’s again and he licks in softly. The smaller man responds in kind. The connection between them feels stronger than steel. Unbreakable.

Sherlock pulls back to look at John’s flushed face. Beautiful. The most beautiful person he has ever seen. Warm and welcoming, and on the verge of tumbling into previously unknown pleasure from the look of it.)

J: Sherlock?

(The sounds of John’s voice pulls him from his reverie. The detective pecks his lips and gives him a wicked smile before licking a stripe up the sensitive skin of John’s neck and slowing his hips to a truly languid, luxurious motion. It immediately has the desired effect and he watches as John’s mouth drops open, his eyes darken. It doesn’t take long for him to match his own hips to Sherlock’s, sending the man into a swirling ecstasy that clouds his mind so thoroughly that he isn’t certain he will ever see or think properly again. He blinks when a gasping voice reaches his ears.)

J: Nnnaah, Sherlock. Mmm! I’m...I’m gonna...OH, GOD!

(Ribbons of white spurt between them, covering their stomachs and chests. John’s eyes are wide and locked on Sherlock. His mouth is open as he lets his head tilt back, releasing the guttural moan of a man completely undone, in utter pleasure, and so completely in love.

Still holding John’s love-drunk gaze, Sherlock explodes into John’s body. John’s lips round into a perfect O, his eyes growing unbelievably wide, and another sudden burst of fluid erupts between them. This time a little slips through and lands on Sherlock’s cheek, but neither one notices as they ride out the pleasure together.)

(When John’s brain comes back online, Sherlock has pulled out, but is still resting on John’s body. There is a small, fond smile on his lips and a shimmer of laughter in his eyes. John huffs a laugh through his breaths and ruffles the man’s soft curls.)

S: You are gorgeous, John Watson.

J: You’re delusional.

(Sherlock purses his lips and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling in mock thought. John notices the come on his cheek and wipes it away with a thumb, smiling all the while. Sherlock cannot disguise a smirk.)

S: Are you sure? Mm. Pretty sure I’m not. (John laughs. Sherlock grins.) You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.

J: (barking laughter) You don’t get out much.

S: Tragic. Turns out there’s this man with a stunning body who keeps me in bed at all hours. You know him. (John continues giggling and Sherlock smirks knowingly.) Would you prefer adorable? I could say adorable.

J: Absolutely not. You will not use that word, thank you very much.

S: Then gorgeous it is.

(He kisses the laugh from John’s lips and gasps at the same time. Looking into those dark blue eyes, Sherlock sees his future. This is the man he will spend his life with. The man who loves him. The man he loves undyingly. The man he never imagined he would find. Never had Sherlock considered that such a life, such happiness would be his. But here he is with a John Watson in his arms.

Beaming, he gazes at his fiance wistfully and leans in to brush their lips together. John inhales deeply, a smile on his face, tousling Sherlock’s soft curls. Sherlock practically purrs at the feel of warm fingers on his scalp.)

S: Fancy a shower?

J: (biting his lip as if in thought) Mmm... Oh god, yes.

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Most Recent… Drink: A can of Sprite Phone Call: My Dad Text: Again, Dad Song You Listened To: Kings and Queens by 30 Seconds to Mars~ Time You Cried: I got really close yesterday ;; but the last time I genuinely cried was Sunday…

Bold if you’ve ever… Dated someone twice Been cheated on Kissed someone and regretted it Lost someone special Been depressed Been drunk and thrown up

Bold if you’ve in the last year… Made a new friend Fallen out of love Laughed until you’ve cried Met someone who changed you Found out who your true friends are Found out someone was talking about you Kissed anyone on your fb list

Extras… Three Favorite Colors: Blue, Black & Purple How many people from your fb list do you know irl: Probably around 100 or so :/ Any pets: Right now, I have a boxer-lab mix named Honey ^^ Do you want to change your name: Nahh What did you do for your birthday: Last year? I had my first alcoholic drink and ate cake at home :3 Nothing too special~ I was originally planning to go gambling too, but it was too late at night by the time my fam and I were done with dinner so *shrug* What time did you wake up today: 7:50am What were you doing last night at midnight: Watching YouTube videos in order to fall asleep~ Name something you can’t wait for: A trip to Oregon (which is scheduled for next year~) Last time you saw your mom: This morning? One thing you wish you could change about your life: I really wish I wasn’t so clingy ;; It’s cost me too many friendships and relationships at this point… Ever talked to a person named Tom: Maybe? What’s getting on your nerves right now: Uhhh nothing actually? I kinda just woke up so xD Blood type: I don’t actually know! Nickname: RJ Relationship status: Single.. Pronouns: She/Her Fav TV Show: Gravity Falls <3 Long or Short Hair: Long! The day back in third grade that I decided to cut my hair just to match my best friend’s was the worst decision EVER! D: Height: 5’9” Do you have a crush on someone: Yah ;; What do you like about yourself: Hmmm.. I kinda like that I try to stay positive about a lotta things? I mean, it doesn’t always work, but I try whenever someone else is hurting <3 The staying positive doesn’t apply to my own self though, I’m afraid :/ Right or left handed: Left-handed First surgery: I’ve… never actually had a surgery actually *thinking* Maybe when I was really young? First best friend: Carly~ We met in preschool and we’re still friends, although somewhat distant when it comes to communication ^^ She’s still the oldest friend I’ve got nowadays :) First sport you joined: Never joined a sport! Unless.. do I count that time in elementary where I joined basketball because of a boy I liked? I dropped it after a week, but still! xP

Right Now… Eating: Nothing! Drinking: Water I’m about to: Eat breakfast, most likely :) Listening to: Nothing (yet)! Kids: Right now, I’d be happy to adopt~ Get married: If/when I find the right person, it’s a hard maybe.. Career: To be a published author (which is technically coming true later this year! ^^)

Which is better… Lips or Eyes Hugs or Kisses Taller or Shorter (I don’t really have a preference, but since I’m already pretty tall, shorter might be better here :/) Older or Younger (Again, I don’t really have a preference, but I seem to be having more internet friends and crushes that are actually younger than [or the same age as] me so ^^) Romantic or Spontaneous Sensitive or Loud Hookup or Relationship Troublemaker or Hesitant

Have You Ever… Kissed a stranger: Hell no! >:( Glasses/contacts: I’ve worn glasses since elementary, and there’s no way I’ll ever switch to contacts! Ya can’t make me!! I don’t care if I look “better” with contacts -_- Had sex on first date: Never had a first date, so NO! And if I had ever had that kinda of experience, the answer is still NO! Broken someone’s heart: It’s possible, but the heartbreak is usually what I feel, not the other person ;;; Turned someone down: As in a relationship? If so, hell no.. No one’s ever asked, anyway…… :’( Cried when someone died: Of course.. Fallen for a friend: *cough* I’m demisexual sooooo YES! xD Happens every time actually~! ^^’

Do you believe in… Yourself: Depends on the day, really :/ Miracles: Totally Love at first sight: In the past, I used to, but.. not so much anymore, honestly.. Heaven: YES~ Kissing on the first date: Well, yeah? Maybe?

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