#being a nasty little creep or dickhead

[hedge-rambles]

People relearn basic social courtesies challenge 2023.

Don't photograph people in public without their permission.

Double don't do it to make fun of them for just existing in public.

Like, stop and think about that most basic fucking lesson you were taught as a baby: "How would you feel if someone did that to you?". Which is apparently something a lot of grown adults could do with a refresher on tbh. Important secondary part to that if you'd be fine with it is "And do you think this people would definitely be fine with it?"

It’s so fucked up how tiktok culture has made clout-poisoned people turn the public into content, every day I see people minding their business have their entire faces put online for thousands of likes, a couple kissing on the train, a lady dancing across a cross walk, a guy nodding his head to the music at a club, a lady buying a banana at the store, ring camera footage of the neighbors kids being stupid. Just let people live jfc

[dollivication]

more about jealous self aware Dante cause he gets me so giddddyyyyyy

If this little freak even thinks you like someone more than him, expect him to be snarky and pouty, like a little kid having a tantrum. he'd also start being meaner to them too, ignoring them or trying to talk over them. But he goes back to normal if you start praising him again

And once he manages to break that fourth walk and start talking to you that man is so nasty n pervy he will be flirting with you any chance he gets. If this man ever gets access to a camera then he won't ever need those raunchy ass magazines again. 🌀

self aware dante save me… HES SO PETTY I HATE HIM i want to study him…..

he will be absolutely fucking APPALLED if you have someone over at your house. like esp if it’s someone, dare i say, that you’re in a relationship with. this fucker is literally gonna :

MFAO he’s so difficult.. fucker will purposefully do the opposite of what buttons you’re pressing just to get some revenge. like so what if user called nero cute get OVER IT bitch!!! bless everywan’s soul 4 having to put up with this dickhead

keep his ass AWAY from any means of photography. he cannot be trusted.. don’t even change in front of the tv or this weirdo freak gooner will start fucking u verbally… creep!!!

[unknownjpegs]

team bonding

“Team bonding.” Tino says without glancing up from his desk.

“We’re bonded.” Benji throws himself into the chair with a dramatic huff that gets him nowhere, nothing. At least, nothing but an equally theatric side-eye. We: me, you, Lark.

A long sigh accompanies it. “Not you and Xavier.”

“Xavier’s a prick.” Benji says immediately, then snaps his jaw shut. Tino wags a finger. “Pft. He is, okay? Even before he got a fuckin’ brain injury from that basement.”

Their priest groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Benji, c’mon now. Why’d you have to go and say that?” His brown fingers pluck the reading glasses from their perilous perch, hand scrubbing over his whole face. “God's sake. Gonna be worryin’ over that boy for the rest of this afternoon.”

You should be. It’s on the tip of his tongue, bitter-tasting anxiety. He swallows it like bad medicine, keeps that to himself. You should be worried. He’s been weird lately. It might actually be a brain thing, Ti. It might be something worse.

Benji shakes the thought away internally. It’s a silly one. No merit. Xavier’s weird to begin with, the sort of person you gotta be an expert to get. And unlike Lark, he simply hasn't put the hours in.

He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t. He swears he fucking doesn’t. Because—

“Need to worry over him being a proper fucking dickhead all the time.”

“Well, we get along.” Tino sing-songs, shuffling a stack of papers. “And after this, you will too.” 

Benji very much doubts that — or wants to.

*

He tries, anyway. For Tino mostly, if not for Lark.

(And even a bit for Xavier, their wobbly ground of truce.)

The job won’t be particularly difficult. He’s thankful for that. He can’t focus on making nice and clearing the way for a wandering spirit at the same time. 

It’s a long drive to the little farmhouse out in the countryside where Tino has steered them. Benji suggests stopping for snacks, and Xavier pulls into a gas station. He swings them expertly into a reverse parallel maneuver, arm over the back of Benji’s seat to show off. 

“Cool.” Benji compliments dryly, punctuating it with an eye-roll so he doesn’t look as fond as he feels. He heaves himself out of the truck with a grunt and then slams the open-windowed door. “Earned yourself something special for that.”

“Ooooh. How special?” 

Benji pauses, discomfort prickling up the back of his neck like the cold set of fingers.

He doesn’t turn around at the suggestive noise because he feels heat creep up his cheeks at the low, rumbling coo.You're overthinking it, he tells himself, shaking his head a bit. Was a joke.

So Benji pretends he didn’t hear anything at all, instead jogging between cars and into the convenience store. 

You're overthinking it. He convinces himself. Grabs an energy drink. Heard it wrong. Tucks crisps for himself into the crook of his elbow. No way. Another crinkly packet of crisps, nasty flavor for Xavier. You heard wrong, Benji. Two bottles of water. Relax. Shit celebrity magazine for the inevitable camera-watching downtime, meter reading, sitting in silence around Xavier, near Xavier

— ooh, how special — 

Relax. 

The pump dings right on time as Benji returns, his arms laden with their mini-roadtrip haul.

Team bonding. Relax. Team bonding. Relax. 

He waits until they’re on the road again to reveal his hoard of goodies, fighting a smile when he holds up the back of crisps for Xavier to take.

Except the man only spares them a look brief enough to read the label, then scrunches his nose.

“I’ll skip for now.” Xavier hands the bag back, half-smiling at Benji. It isn't crooked how it usually is when he's polite.

“Oh.”

He takes it back with a frown, glancing between the blue crinkly packaging and the driver’s seat. The turn signal blinks on, a lulling beat that echoes in Benji’s left ear too loud. It aches a bit, like how loud, bass-deep sounds ache after a concert. How you can feel it in your chest for a few hours. Benji swallows, feeling suddenly on-the-spot — and a bit daft. 

“Are…I thought you liked these ones?” He laughs nervously as they merge back onto the highway. “Or, was it only the salt and vinegar in that one brand?” 

Xavier chuckles at him. He leans dramatically to the side during the left turn, bumping their shoulders together teasingly. The silence in the cabin feels strange; like it wants to be congenial, but they’re not quite there. Pushing it.

“Relax, Benj. You’re thinking too hard. Gonna give yourself an aneurysm.”

Even as his face heats at the nickname, Benji's eyes narrow. He doesn’t know why he feels…suspicious. And why that makes him feel vulnerable, besides. How completely stupid is it that he's vulnerable over buying the wrong fucking flavor?

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right. Need to relax. Need a fuckin’ nap.” He twists to the door and curls his knees up against it, forehead to the cool window. “Tap me in once we’re half-way? Wanna catch the scenery.” 

“Heard, chef,” Xavier tilts his head dramatically to either side as he chirps it out, gives a cheeky salute. They’ve been watching some cooking drama show in their downtime; for the past week, Xavier’s taken absolute delight in quoting his favorite character. 

Benji sighs, pulling the hem of his shirt over his nose to get comfortable. A quick peripheral peek tells him Xavier does too: his eyes are ringed dark, but alert enough to drive.

At least, Benji hopes so. All of Xavier’s baselines have been hard to determine lately.

*

He narrowly ducks the plate as it’s hurtled across the kitchen by some invisible force. It shatters against the far wall, leaving a scratch in the lavender paint and ceramic shards raining into his hair. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” Benji shouts, leaping backwards. Until now, the activity has been minimal. Kid’s voice in the bedroom, whispers that stood the air on the back of their necks. Nothing volatile — nothing violent. 

“You alright?” Xavier shouts. He jumps gracefully over a camera cable that bisects the walkway into the dining room, dropping heavily to his knees beside Benji. His hair is brushed out of his face. Xavier peers down at him, eyes of fresh sage dark and fathomless in the low light. Everything in the room fades out for a second; the static churn of their spirit box, the soft yellow-caution light and tinny whir of the EMF still clutched tight in Benji’s fist. 

He only looks away from Xavier to scrunch an eye closed against a sudden intrusion. His eyelashes flutter against the warm, wet trickle that flows over his lid and down his cheek.

Xavier sucks in a sharp breath and touches his thumb to the spot. “Shit, Benji. You’re bleeding.”

We have to go. Benji’s gut shrieks. He wipes the rest of the blood away with the back of his hand. He doesn’t feel dizzy, but something is in the air — something that makes it hard to think straight. And for once, it’s not that Xavier-induced vertigo. We have to fucking go. 

“Yeah,” he says, voice thick. He clears it to try again. “Yeah, yeah. She didn’t mean to — it didn’t mean to. Just a kid, it doesn’t know better. Sometimes they just... anyway. Let’s see if we can’t find the remains, yeah? Get this one on its way.” 

He gets to his knees a bit too quick, but plays off the stumble well. For some reason, being hurt makes him embarrassed. Nah — being hurt in front of Xavier embarrasses him. Benji’s got that shameful look at me, look at me! kid voice going off in the back of his head. Are you watching me? Ah, shit, not this. Don’t watch this. Look when I’m doing something cool, instead of gettin’ fucking domed by some spirit who doesn’t know their own clumsy strength.

“Benji?”

Xavier reaches for him, two cold fingertips brushing his shoulder. Benji snaps out of it and twists out of range, a shiver going through him at the touch. His spine feels liquid. 

“Are you sure you're okay?”

When he glances over his shoulder, Xavier’s staring down at the smear of crimson across his palm. There’s a strange heat in his gaze when he pulls it up to look Benji in the eye. 

“Yeah. Fine.” He says slowly. “It’s shallow. Doesn’t even hurt.”

Xavier’s brow pulls in concern. “I…you’re acting weird, man. Did it get you anywhere —”

This time, it’s not just two fingers. Xavier presses his whole, broad hand to the center of Benji’s chest for a brief but delayed beat. Benji's heart thumps beneath it. Then, honey-slow and more reverent than it takes to check for injuries, that soft press slips up over his collarbone, brushing the collar of his jacket away to cradle the side of his neck. Another shiver wracks through him, beginning at the point where a dry, calloused skin caresses him with something a little more severe than concern. 

Benji takes a full step back, nodding too quickly. He takes a steadying breath before shooting Xavier what he hopes is a normal grin. 

“Nah, nurse. M’good, yeah? Swear.”

At that, Xavier's suggestive smile drops off. It doesn't slip into quite his usual pout, but it's close.

Benji watches him wipe his palms on his jeans. Then he goes to lead the way back to their surveillance setup. His boots are heavy on the farmhouse’s hardwood floor — there's a brief pause before Xavier follows. His steps are lighter. 

He makes sure Benji is facing away before he lifts his hand to his mouth, drags his pink tongue across the remaining smear of rusty, crackling blood drying tacky in the creases. He stifles a moan at the taste.

*

“We’ll talk to Tino.”  Benji declares as they approach the truck. He tucks his fists into the jacket’s pockets to ward off the rest of the early morning chill. The sun is just rising over the horizon and the singular tree down the country road casts a long, long shadow. Shadows. Three of them — Benji’s wide one, Xavier’s hilariously long-limbed, and the tree's: spiraling branches dotting speckle shadowed leaves between their stretching forms. 

“He’ll know where to go from here. Have a feeling that place’s problems aren’t gonna be solved with the last rites, and I don’t feel comfortable tryin’ without backup. There’s something else there.” He shakes his head thoughtfully, squinting into the spill of light across fields of steadily growing wheat. “Tino’ll know what to do.” 

“Can Tino fix it?” Xavier bellows, cadence dipping to a beat Benji doesn’t recognize. He marches goofily in place as he rounds the driver’s side door. “Yes he can!” 

Benji snorts a laugh, shaking his head. He peers over the hood at Xavier, his windswept hair and pale, freckly face. He’s smiling again. That crooked, close-mouthed thing. A normal one, or as close to it as he's seen in awhile. Benji tries to remember the last time Xavier tossed his head back for a laugh, the last time he saw tooth. The flash of a pink tongue, the shiny filling in a molar — like Benji’s own family, he has a sneaking suspicion Xavier’s didn’t have spare funds to throw at the fake-enamel kind that blended in.

Nothing about Xavier, Benji thinks fondly, blends in. 

“That from something?”

“Old cartoon.” Xavier declares as he slides into the driver’s seat. “Bob the Builder.”

Benji does the same. “Lemme guess. ‘Bout a guy who fixes stuff? Shit, Xavier—!”

Just as he reaches for his seatbelt to click it in place, Xavier presses on the gas too hard. The truck jerks forward, throwing them both back and forth with the quickness he engages the brake. 

“Sorry,” he laughs wildly, scrubbing a hand through his hair. He takes his eyes off the road briefly to snicker at Benji’s expression, eyebrows pinched in embarrassed concern. “Fuck, sorry. I…I forgot how touchy this pedal is.”

Benji notices a lot of things about Xavier. His favorite snacks and flavors, how his smile stretches his face, what anger and concern look like gracing pretty, pouty features. What music he likes, the volume he likes to keep it at while driving. 

And there are things Benji doesn’t notice. Things he misses. Things he can't know, because they're all happening internally. He doesn’t see that Xavier has been losing time. Blacking out. Forgetting where he's been, not just forgetting what he's come into a room for. He doesn't notice that his bright, big eyes have become a little more hollowed out in his face. That he’s lost weight around the middle. That he sometimes can't remember who he’s talked to, what he's said, what he's done, where he goes any given day.

Benji misses obvious things. The swipe of a hungry tongue into blood. A quiet retreat when the crucifix and salt had been retrieved from their bag of supplies. 

But he has missed subtle ones, too. Like how the untouched bag of crisps (Xavier's favorite flavor, he'd been right after all) goes eventually stale in the backseat. How Xavier doesn’t touch the turn signal once for the entire duration of their four-hour drive back home. 

And how, as of recent, the only time Xavier smiles with teeth is when the thing that wears him passes a mirror and finds that terrified, freckled face in the reflection.

[shadowbriar]

Reignite - George Weasley

Pairing : (F/M) || George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2.4k Warning : Harsh words maybe. Notes : One ill-considered joke leads to another hasty decision that though both of them have to suffer the disastrous aftermath, only one could try to light the spark again. Part II: Ember.

1994 has got to be the best year for one to be a student at Hogwarts. Though the Triwizard Cup has brought quite nasty tasks that endanger the safety of its champions, the Yule Ball last month had somehow made it all worth it. There might be hundreds if not thousands of new couples ever since that night ended. Including her and the younger Weasley Twin.

Though they did create a buzz when they first shared their kisses in the hallways, with everyone busy on their own romantic affairs, no one had a spare time to hold the torches for too long.

But that was precisely what they wanted. Being the castle’s prankster, George’s name was never a strange bell within the walls. He’s always been in the spotlight, along with Fred, with their antics and mischiefs. She on the other hand has quite the reputation for herself, being the brightest witch and the youngest Quidditch Team Captain of the year. Were they a couple in other years, they would certainly be the year’s it couple.

“Remind me again why I’m being dragged to your dormitory?” she moans a little as she tries to match her pace with Ginny’s steps.

“Because you’re my brother’s girlfriend and he could be quite an arse at times, so I would need his lion tamer around.” Ginny explains, grinning at her “I still can’t believe you’re with George. You’re sure he didn’t spike your drink with one of his love potions, yes?”

She rolls her eyes, “If anything, I might be the one you should suspect of spiking the other’s drink.”

“That’s impossible. George’s been drooling over you ever since we entered in first year. He’s always asked about you during our term breaks, you know.”

“Stop it, Gin. You’re making me fall for your brother harder now.”

“Well if it makes the both of you happy, then I’m all for it.”

The blush on her cheeks were becoming more visible as Ginny continued spilling George’s little crush on her. Being in Ginny’s year, she has always belittled her feelings for him, worrying that he would only see her as his little sister’s best friend. Worse, to see her as one of his own little sisters. Fortunately, the higher power up there was kind enough to lift her doubts as George asked her to be his Yule date a couple months ago.

The two girls haven’t even got their feet inside the room but they could already hear the banter exchanged by the people inside. She could recognise George’s voice in one of these distorted noises. A smile creeps on her face at the sound of his laughter.

“Wait,” Ginny says as she holds her hand, making her halt her pace “One thing I’ve learned growing up with brothers is that boys would use no filter when they talk amongst themselves. Shall we stick for a little while to see what secret they might spill?”

“What, and snoop on them?” she asks with an eyebrow raised “I don’t think I’m in any interest of knowing how many days has it been since Lee washes his underwear.”

“Just listen,” Ginny hushed, pulling her to a more secretive spot.

And so the two girls try to hear the group of boys from the other side of the room better by leaning on the wooden door. From the small hole of the door, they could see George who was seated on the sofa’s armrest with Fred on his side. Lee, Ron, Harry, and Dean were seated around them, looking comfortable with their friendly jokes and banter.

“So, Fred,” Lee called the ginger boy “How are you and Angelina? I haven’t seen the two of you together since that night. All is well in your kitchen, yes?”

Fred shrugs, “We went to the ball together, big deal.”  

“What, you’re not dating her?” Dean asks this time “I thought you two are together.”

“Just because I danced with her does not mean I have to date her.”

“Dickhead.” Ginny hisses quietly.

“Well, finally a stark contrast between you two.” Lee says as he points at Fred and George “One is happily in a relationship while the other is a bitter rotten wanker.”

The group bursts into a small fit of laughter. The girls, too, chuckles quietly as Ginny nudges her in a teasing way.

“I didn’t know you could just come and dance. Always thought dating comes with the package.” George commented, lips still tucked in a smile “I would’ve ordered that one too had I known it was up for offer.”

The smile on her face dilutes. The boys’ laughter feels like a striking thunder on a bright sunny day. Is that really how George feels about their relationship? That it was just an undesired after effect of a night he wasn’t even half as excited as she was? 

Ginny calls for her, taking her hand as a means of apology and support. Her face was filled with guilt, stammering to piece words together that could console her. She would certainly beat her brothers after this.

She forces a smile as she squeezes Ginny’s hand lightly, “I best go back to my own room.”

With tears threatening to fall from her eyes, she takes small hurried steps back to her dormitory, not caring Ginny’s call of her name. She could only hang her head low to everyone who greeted her and asked where she was going as the Gryffindor party was in the opposite direction. But she couldn’t answer them, let alone explain what had happened. It was just too much for her to bear.

As she got into her House’ Common Room, her cheeks were already wet from tears. Every smile exchanged in the morning, every lovely greeting they whisper whenever they’re together, and every kiss they’ve shared feels like a complete lie. A complete and utter rubbish orchestrated by none other than the very prankster himself.

She runs to her room, kneeling down to reach the suitcase underneath her bed. From it she took out a pair of red candles which wicks are connected to. She plans to use these candles for her divination class, but this calls for a more urgent occasion.

Her hands were shaking as she started to carve her name on one of the candles and his name on the other. A small voice in her head was telling her to stop, take a small pause and deep breath to think through all the possible scenarios there are., but she heard him say the words loud and clear. He didn’t really want to be in the relationship. He didn’t really want to be with her. It was her and her only who held a real feeling towards the other.

And now she wants to cut the cord.

Taking her wand out, she points at the wick. Textbooks are never precise about what certain magic spells or rituals would result, but cord cutting rituals have always been practised to cut a strong and binding infatuation and that is as good as a gateway door for her.

Closing her eyes, she repeats the hurtful words George utters in her head, using it as her fuel to really mean the ritual to work. With one deep breath, she stares at the candle with crestfallen eyes as she whispers, “Incendio.”

____

George was frustrated to say the least. She has been so out of reach, busy with her house friends that he barely sees her in the hallways. Ginny was no help either when he tried to ask her about her wherebeings. Only giving him spats and angered half-spoken words as if he’s done a grave mistake that even his own sister wouldn’t forgive.

The more he thinks about what he’s done or hasn't done, the more puzzled he’s become. There’s only one way to get closure and she’s been playing cat and mouse with him for too long now. He needs his answers.

Spotting her walking with her group of friends at one of the corridors, George hurriedly ran through the sea of students and pulled her robe to the empty classroom. He closes the door right after they get in, pinning her that her back is pressed on the door as he looks at her with a lovely smile, “Hello, Love.”

To his surprise, she only blinks with no expression. Love was long gone from her eyes. They were now distant and cold, as if looking at a stranger. Her lips were pressed in a tight line, not in the very missed smile he so loves about.

 “Love?” George questions, studying her face to catch the last trace of love he’s trying hard to find “Is everything alright?”

“Exceptionally ordinary, George.” she says flat, the joy and cheer that were always filling her tone was absent “Can I help you?”

George raises an eyebrow, “Can you help- What?”

“You pulled me away from my friends, do you need anything?”

George struggles to stitch the scrambling words in his brain. It feels like he’s pulled the wrong girl who looks exactly like her, but is apparently not her. She has never treated him with such passionless emotion, not even when they were still strangers. She was always known to be a friendly person and it’s certainly not what she’s showcasing right now.

“You’re joking with me.” George says in a nervous laugh, trying to piece some logical explanation to her sudden change of demeanour “You’re pranking me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Why- I just- Did I do something wrong?” he asks after struggling with his sentences, desperate for answers “Love, tell me, did I do something wrong? Why are you so cold to me?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

George studies her eyes, trying to see if she was lying or playing games with him but her expression was unreadable. As if he was staring at a blank wall, not giving him any sign of her feelings nor true meanings. She’s just there, staring right back at him with no real answers.

He was never good at situations like this. He hated vague answers and responses with no real closure. She knew how bad he is at reading hidden meanings, how it took him months and Ginny’s infinite loop of ranting to finally gather the confidence to ask her out. That she has always been interested in him too.

If they weren’t painted scarlet red and written on the largest font available, best believe he would not pick it up.

“Alright, so we’re good, yes?” George asks hesitantly.

She nods, still not smiling.

But as George leans to plant a kiss on her forehead, she scoots away from him. The gesture was his only significant pointer that something is indeed amiss. He has yet to know the reason for her change of heart, but at least now he knows that he wasn’t just imagining the distance she’s creating between them.

“Love,” he calls softly, looking at her with pleading eyes “What’s going on?”

She shrugs, “Nothing’s going on.”

“Then why won’t you let me kiss you?”

“Why would you want to kiss me?”

George shakes her head, eyes widen in bewilderment, “W-What?”

“George, listen,” she says as she finally steps closer, looking at him this time with more intention in her eyes “I know. What you truly felt about our relationship, how you didn’t really want to date me, I know it all. So let’s not torture us both even more with your sweet bravado and just get off with it. We’re still friends, for Ginny’s sake.”

It was as if someone had shot his head pointblank on the forehead. None of her words made any sense in his mind. He loves her, he truly does. He’s tried his best to show her how much he’d love her, from all the private kisses they share to the public intimacy they show in the hallways, he’s done them all to show her the love he hoard for her.

And until half an hour ago, he was sure that she knew of it.

“I don’t understand.” George says, baffled “What are you talking about? Who put these ideas in your head?”

She sighs, “No one did. I just knew.”

“You just knew?”

“I heard you said it the other day at Gryffindor's party.” She confesses at last, sighing as the last strand of emotion she holds of him flows out of her chest “Look George, you don’t have to apologise or do anything about it. I forgive you. In fact, I couldn’t care less about it anymore. I’ve done the cord-cutting rituals so you don’t need to have troubles sleeping at night wondering if I’m heartbroken because I’m not.”

“You did what?” George questions, feeling more surprised as more words come out of her mouth “You didn’t even think about asking me first by what I meant of the joke? You just went there and cut ties with me, literally.”

She shrugs, still not showing much of an emotion, “I was only doing myself a favour. Being in love with her bestfriends’ brother who said it himself that the relationship he’s in was not out of his desire is enough of an embarrassment for one lifetime.”

George runs his fingers through his hair in desperation. He wasn’t aware of the mess he’s been entangled in for the past weeks. Hell, he wasn’t even aware there was a problem. She’s been away, sure, but he would never have guessed it was caused by anything remotely close to what it is.

Him and his smart mouth. How much he wants to cut his own tongue and have it thrown to the Black Lake right now. Now that he thinks of it, it certainly wasn’t a good joke to say, let alone have anyone hear it. He was happy with her, proud of her even, how could he ever come with such commentary?

“Love, I- Please, can we just-” George stutters, biting his nails as he sees the end approaching “Let me fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix, the candle is burnt.” She says, still detached to his pool of emotions “It’s done, George. Just forget it.”

George tries to hold on to her robe but she slips off his fingers and walks away. He watches her figure getting smaller as the distance between them grows. She didn’t look back, not one last glance of his shattering heart that is now scrambled all over the place.

There must be a way to fix this, he keeps on telling himself. There must be a way to reestablish their bond. There has got to be something, anything that could reignite their flame. George refuses to accept that his absentminded joke would turn the rest of his romantic life downward. Whatever would a stupid candle mean for their true love, right?

[omgrachwrites]

Playing The Hero - Chapter Four

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader 

Summary: Soulmates have a way of seeing and feeling each other’s emotions by a gem that is set in the palm of their hand which glows with magic. The colour of the gem on the palm of your hand, erratically changes between different colours. Unbeknownst to you, every time the gem on your soulmates palm glows blue he feels very over protective and worried. That’s just what happens when your soulmate always plays the hero. Soulmate Au

Warnings: fluff!!!

Words: 2296

A/N: Sorry this is so late guys (but it works out pretty well posting it on the 1st of September), life is crazy right now! I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

masterlist

Yellow - Happy, Secure, Excited

Red - Scared, Nervous, Unsure, Angry

Grey - Stressed, Worried

Blue - Sad, Hurt, Frustrated

Orange - Overprotective

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Chapter Four

When Harry woke up on that dreary miserable Saturday, he felt excited despite the horrible weather, and for a second he couldn’t understand why. Then, all of a sudden, his exhausted brain remembered and he almost jolted out of bed as a thrill zipped through his veins. Quidditch was starting today – well, try outs were being held – and Harry had been chosen as the Quidditch Captain. He just wished that Sirius and his parents could be here to see his success.

He glanced down at his watch and saw that it would be a couple of hours until breakfast but at this moment in time, he felt too excited to be able to get back to sleep. Harry stretched and climbed out of bed to pour himself a cold glass of water from the jug on the windowsill. He gazed out onto the dark wet grounds, it wasn’t ideal conditions for Quidditch but it wasn’t the worst. At least there wasn’t thunder and lightning.

A laugh almost forced its way out of Harry’s mouth as he watched Hagrid stumble through the rain with Fang, presumably so Fang could do his business. As he was creeping back to bed as quietly as he could for another couple of hours sleep, Ron sat up with a sleepy sigh.

“How do you look so happy this early in the morning?” he groaned with his eyes half closed and his red hair sticking up in different directions.

“Quidditch try outs are today mate,” Harry laughed as he got back into his bed.

Ron nodded as realisation dawned on his tired freckled face, “oh yeah,” he gave Harry a tired thumbs up, “can’t wait,” he hummed as he fell back onto his back and immediately began snoring.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head in exasperation before he succumbed to sweet sleep once more. When Harry woke up once more, the dormitory was a little bit brighter and it had stopped raining but it was still dull and grey outside. He ran a hand through his messy hair and stretched his arms above his head as he glanced over at Ron’s bed.

His best friend was sitting at the end of his bed, looking a little more awake, though his eyes were glazed over with the remains of sleep. Ron offered him a small smile as he pulled his shoes on and Harry noticed that Ron was looking a little peaky and his skin almost had a green tinge to it.

“Are you nervous, or sick mate?” he asked as he slid out of bed and began to get dressed for the day.

Ron clutched at his stomach, his eyes almost bugging out, “I’m lucky enough to be feeling both at the same time,” he mumbled sarcastically, “I don’t think that I can have anything for breakfast.”

Harry’s eyes widened just a little bit, he knew that this was serious if Ron wasn’t willing to try and eat something. Ron adored his food, “it’s only try outs, mate. I promise you that you’ll be fine and it’ll do you some good to eat something,” Harry remarked as he quickly finished getting dressed and the two friends made their way down to the warm and toasty common room.

Hermione already had her head buried in a book as she was sitting in their favourite squashy armchairs by the fireplace. Ron sighed, rolling his eyes as he rubbed at his temples and nudged Harry’s arm with his own.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, she’s a bloody nutter,” he shook his head, muttering beneath his breath.

Harry smirked and he was about to approach Hermione when something caught his eye, effectively stopping him in his tracks. Over Ron’s shoulder he noticed that Lavender Brown was gazing wistfully at Ron, her eyes held a longing gaze and her lips were pouty as she stared at Ron. Harry frowned, he thought it was very odd, considering that Lavender had never shown any interest in Ron before.

It didn’t look as though Ron had noticed yet so Harry quickly began walking towards Hermione before Ron could realise what was happening. That was one awkward, embarrassing conversation that Harry really didn’t want to be a part of. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled.

“Good morning,” her eyes softened just a little as they flickered over to Ron.

Before Harry could answer, Ron spoke up, effectively ruining the moment, “nutter you are, doing homework on a Saturday,” he scoffed.

At once, Hermione’s face hardened as she threw him a nasty look, “shut up, Ron!”

Ron and Hermione were still snarling at each other as they walked into the Entrance Hall and Harry was starting to feel a bit annoyed, they’d been at each other’s throats more than usual this year. Harry was about to tell them to put a sock in it when Ron gasped dramatically as he looked towards the huge doors that led into the Great Hall.

“What is it now?” Harry sighed.

“What the bloody hell is Y/N doing with him?” Ron pointed and Harry followed Ron’s gaze, his chest deflating a little as he saw Y/N talking with Malfoy.

“Well, it might be news to you, Ron, but Y/N can be friends with whoever she wants,” Hermione hissed before hesitating, “even if it is Malfoy,” Ron grumbled in reply but he didn’t say anything in response.

The conversation between Y/N and Malfoy didn’t look particularly friendly, Y/N looked angry but worried at the same time as she bit her lip. Malfoy was smirking like a Cheshire Cat. A shooting pain in Harry’s palm caused him to look at his gem and he was surprised with what he saw; it was very unusual. It was a gradient of red and blue, causing a surge of over protectiveness to inflate in his chest.

As Harry approached the bickering couple, Y/N smiled at Harry and gave him a little wave, causing Malfoy to sneer and he whispered something to Y/N before stalking away, “hey guys! Excited for try-outs?”

“So excited!” Harry grinned, suddenly feeling nervous as he ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lip, “are you coming to watch? You’re more than welcome as long as you don’t give our game plan away,” he was mostly joking.

“I’d love to, thanks for inviting me, Harry,” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“It will be good to have another girl, these boys can get so tiresome,” Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes, Harry didn’t know whether to be offended or not.

“I can only imagine,” Y/N giggled, winking at Harry.

“Since when were you friends with Malfoy?” Ron frowned as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow and Harry groaned internally.

“Merlin, what is the matter with you this morning?” Harry shook his head at his best mate before turning back to look at Y/N apologetically, “sorry,” he mumbled.

Y/N simply waved away his apology, “it’s no worries,” Y/N smiled as she looked over Harry’s shoulder at Ron, “trust me Ron, it’s a very long story,” she rolled her eyes.

After a light breakfast, Harry and Ron said goodbye to the girls as they headed into the changing rooms to get ready for the try-outs, the conditions had gotten a bit worse, it had started raining again. Harry was starting to feel a little nervous as he stood in front of the many hopefuls and his eyes wandered to the stands. Y/N shot him an encouraging little wave and he smiled, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. Sitting a couple of rows behind Y/N and Hermione, was Lavender who looked like she was on the edge of her seat as she stared at the pitch. Harry shook his head before looking at the possibilities for his Quidditch team.

Dean and Ginny were very good Quidditch players – Ginny had Fred and George’s talent in the air – but he was hesitant to get them both on the team. They had recently started dating and he didn’t want tension to darken his team – and their chances of winning the cup – if they ever broke up.

Harry shivered in the rain as he decided to issue a warning to the team, “now, I just want to say, just because you made the team last year doesn’t guarantee you a spot this year, is that clear?” he called out and he couldn’t help but quickly glance up at the stands again.

“Does that include you as well?” Cormac McLagan – the biggest dickhead in Gryffindor – asked with a smug smirk on his face. Harry narrowed his eyes but before he could reply, Ron jumped to his defence.

“Don’t be dense! He’s the Captain!”

“Yeah, well, we’re not going to have a very good shot at winning if our Captain is constantly distracted. Though, I can’t blame you, Potter, I’d be the same knowing that Granger and Y/L/N are in the stands,” McLagan smirked as he turned around to wave at the two girls who were sitting in the stands and Harry had a sudden urge to punch him in his throat.

“What is this ‘we’ business, you’re not on the team, McLagan,” Ginny scowled which effectively shut him up.

You shivered and stuck your hands in the pockets of your coat as you walked up the high street on your way to the Three Broomsticks. It was the first Hogsmeade trip and Hermione had invited you to go with the trio and you’d said that you’d meet her in the pub, you couldn’t get up early on your day off, especially when it was cold. There were weekends when you would stay in bed all day.

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As you got to the pub, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, breathing out in relief as you felt how warm the pub was, thanks to the huge fire that was crackling away. The pub was exceptionally busy today, Hagrid was talking to a hag in one corner and there was someone who was drinking from a steaming goblet at the bar. This is why you loved coming to The Three Broomsticks because you got to see and meet so many different people.

You spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting on a table that was tucked away in a cute little alcove and you could see Ron scowling at the table a couple of rows over from theirs. When Harry spotted you he greeted you with a wave and you smiled back as you walked over to their table.

“Hi guys, I’m sorry that I’m late but I just can’t get up early at the weekend,” you laughed as you sat next to Hermione, who grinned at you as she pulled you into a one armed hug. Before this year, you hadn’t really spoken to Hermione but she was really lovely.

“No worries,” Harry smiled, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold and he was still wrapped up in his woollen scarlet and gold scarf, “got you a drink,” he mumbled almost shyly as he a tankard of Butterbeer over to you, his fingers brushing against yours, making you blush.

“Thanks Harry,” you grinned as you quickly took the drink, wondering if Harry felt the same electricity as you did. As soon as you took a sip of the warm beverage, you closed your eyes and sighed happily, it felt like heaven as it slid down your throat and warmed your insides, “so what’s going on with you guys?”

Ron groaned around his Butterbeer and he shook his head, “do not get him started,” he jabbed his thumb at Harry and that piqued your interest.

“Why, what’s happened?” you laughed, ignoring Ron’s groans of protests and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hermione get a book out of her bag and she sighed as she opened the front cover.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Slughorn has been pestering me about going to one of his dinner parties and I can’t think of anything worse. He’s throwing one tomorrow for Halloween.”

“Ah yes, the infamous Slug Club, my dad was a member,” you snickered, thinking it was hilarious and a bit weird that Slughorn threw a party for his students, “how did you get out of the other two he held?”

“Well, I had that detention with Snape, and the other time I was loaded up with homework,” he bit his lip and you could tell that there was something he wasn’t saying but you didn’t want to pry.

“Slughorn’s parties surely can’t be that bad,” you laughed as you sucked some Butterbeer foam from your finger and you didn’t miss the way that Harry watched, almost enraptured.

“Want to come with me then? And you can see for yourself,” Harry laughed and Ron grimaced before standing up.

“I’m going to the bar,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, no,” you laughed, you could think of better things to do with your night, “like, I’d go if I was invited but I can barely stand Slughorn in class, never mind in a social setting.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Harry smirked.

You flushed and took a sip of your Butterbeer as you searched for something to say, you didn’t know Harry all too well but there was something you really liked about him. But, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. However, you couldn’t let Harry distract you from your mission of finding your soulmate.

“But seriously, if you need someone to go with, I don’t mind going with you, just once,” you admitted.

Harry smirked as he quirked an eyebrow and bit his lip as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, “yeah? Good to know.”

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Love - The Punishment: Part 1

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Y/N

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Summary: Y/N is a low ranked devil who finds her joy in the smallest of mischiefs. If only a certain angel could mind his own business.

Warnings: Swearings I guess?

Masterpost

Note: This is my first story. I'm still not sure if it's readable at all or if posting was a good idea. Still if you're reading this feel free to make suggestions ^^

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"Smash the TV, it's tit for tat," you whisper in the enraged boy's ear. His mother just broke his gaming console. As, of course, you were successful in provoking him to play all day long despite his finals knocking on the door. And when his mother hid the console maybe you also convinced him to steal it. Teenagers should have fun, you thought.

You watch as the boy picks up his baseball bat and storms through the door. A small smirk plays on your lips as you spread your wings to follow him, not wanting to miss the show.

Goal. You step in the living room excitedly. But-

What the fuck is he doing? A frown takes place on your brows upon seeing the boy hesitant to execute the action.

Once again you reach out to him, "Come on, do it. You'll feel much better if you take your anger out. She deserves it anyway, never letting you do anything you want. This is your life, you are the one to decide how you want to spend it. She has no right to dictate you."

Still, the boy doesn't budge from his position. You watch as guilt flashes in his eyes and he slowly starts retreating to his room, leaving the TV intact.

Realization hits you like a truck after a moment. Angel. 

You move your head left and right to confirm your suspicion. And there he is, sitting on top of the dining table, legs hanging below, white wings tucked behind his back with all his grace, glaring at you with big bright eyes.

You huff out in annoyance. There's no point being here anymore. Shooting back a death glare at him, you fly out of the house.

Fucking snob. He just had to ruin your day. Now you need to find another prey. Not that it's hard, the world is full of shits anyway.

You find your target pretty soon, a small kid with his mother in a convenience store. And it's winter so-

"You want ice cream," you command, lips twitching upwards as the boy obeys you. And surely his mother denies.

So you proceed to the next step, "Chocolate ice cream tastes so good. She'll have to buy you one if you get on the floor and cry."

You were so ready to enjoy a little drama, and yet...yet the kid nods in obedience. Forget throwing a fit, he doesn't even argue.

Impossible. A small kid just resisted your advances.

You stand baffled for a second before narrowing your eyes on the source of your disruption. Of course he won't leave you that easily. 

The saucer-eyed angel from before is staring at you from outside the store, with the blankest expression of all time and you get a sudden urge to claw those eyes out.

That jobless piece of shit, why the fuck is he following you?

You decide to ask him the right way, the violent way. He bought this upon himself.

However, as you were just about to stop throwing daggers at him through your eyes and move outside so that you could maybe punch some sense into him, he flies away.

You hurriedly run outside the store but he's already gone.

Sneaky bastard.

You decide to call it a day. He just sucked up all your energy.

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Fucking unbelievable. You had been in a great mood lately, having spent a good productive week. And here the ass of an angel had to ruin that by destroying your sweetest treat.

You spent so much time provoking that girl with the princess syndrome to bully the other girl who's wearing a wristwatch probably from the Joseon era. Seriously though, why would she even wear a model this old?

And finally, when the bully was about to break the watch he had to interrupt.

Now you are beyond mad. What is he even doing here, again?

You're not going to let him get away without settling the scores this time. He'll have to pay for your loss.

You were expecting to see him flee like before. So you get a little surprised when he doesn't even move from his position seeing you approaching.

"It's her mother's. She is wearing it because it's her death anniversary and she feels lonely, " the creep says, eyes fixed on the girl, not even sparing you a glance.

You furrow your brows in confusion. Why is he telling you all these? Is he trying to get you more worked up, by rubbing the fact in your face that you missed a good chance at witnessing a catfight when triggered enough?

He turns to look at your confused form glaring murderously at him and sighs heavily, before getting ready to run away again.

Huh. Like he could.

You too take flight after him. "Hey, dickhead! Mind telling me why the hell are you following me?" you ask, tailing behind him.

"It was a coincidence, I'm not following you," he retorts with a cold emotionless voice, looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, right," you scoff.

He keeps flying, still refusing to look at you.

"Where are you going?" you continue chasing him.

Silence.

"Do you stalk other devils too?"

Silence.

"I'm sure you were a stalker while alive, old habits die hard you know. You were accidentally put in the heaven, righ-"

He finally stops.

"I told you I wasn't following you," he speaks with a slight rise in his voice. "Stop with your tactics and please leave me alone."

"Oh! How can I leave my perfect source of entertainment alone when he willingly walked into my den?"

He glowers at you and you raise your brows, giving him a mischievous upturn of your lips.

After that day, the angel had never been left alone. You clung onto him like a leech. He tried hard to get rid of you, giving you fierce glares or sometimes trying to sweet talk you into leaving him. Nothing worked, so he gave up eventually, resorting to acting like you were invisible to him.

You're enjoying the time of your life though. Annoying him is so much fun.

"I bet that tastes nasty. What do you think?" you say, sitting beside him on the couch, watching as the newlywed husband tries hard to swallow the food his wife cooked for him. He smiles afterward, telling her this is the best food he has ever eaten.

You snort at this.

"Such cheesy lines! Aren't angels supposed to be against lying?"

He doesn't pay you any attention, instead keeps his gaze glued on the couple. The girl is now laughing hard at some joke her lovesick puppy of a husband has told.

You're itching to ruin this moment. A few days from now, they're going to be at each other's neck anyway. Why pretending now!

But your power is too limited to do anything in the presence of your companion. So pestering him would have to do for now.

"What's your name?" you ask him for the n-th time, also to get completely ignored for the n-th time.

You sigh dramatically, " It's rude you know. I've given you my name and you still refuse to tell me yours. Angels aren't supposed to be rude like this."

You get his attention this time.

"Will you leave me alone if I give you my name?" he slowly turns to look at you.

"But why would I do that?" you chuckle, "I'm not leaving you alone and that's the reason you should tell me your name," you continue, batting your eyes innocently, "We're going to spend a lifetime together."

He rolls his eyes and looks away again.

"Come on. I'm not that bad as a company and it's not like you have any friends anyway. I'm doing you a favor by keeping you entertained, " you say, now hovering over his face so that he has no choice but to look at you.

"I have friends..." he scowls, "and you just keep my headaches incessant."

You smirk and he stands up, pushing you aside to leave the house. His job here is done.

You follow, humming and swaying like a child behind him, leaving the giggling couple alone.

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Kyungsoo can't believe his eyes. He has spent the last hour practically begging her not to do this, telling her over and over again that this shall pass, that everything will be fine again, that this is not her fault so she shouldn't be the one to commit to eternal suffering. He barely has any energy left. So, when she jumps off the cliff despite all that, he feels devastated, worthless even.

Grief covers his heart. He stares blankly at the hollow space in front of him, standing completely still.

"See..." you yawn, "Told you it's a lost case. It would be more fun to see her rip that cheater boyfriend's head off, but at least the world is ridden of a coward now. Why did she even have to love him so blindly, it always ends up the same. She had it coming anyway, being so fooli-"

"Shut up!" he snarls.

You visibly flinch. He looks outrageous. You shudder a little under his blazing gaze.

"You did this! If only I could concentrate more...but no! A useless piece of filth had to be even more of a burden," he scoffs, "Why do you even exist? The world would definitely be a better place without you!"

You stand dumbstruck. Partly because you have never imagined him to be anything other than the epitome of patience, but mostly because of how you are feeling right now. You should feel angry or happy even that you triggered him, an angel! But strangely those feelings are nowhere to be found, instead you feel...sad?

"The next time I see you I'll make sure the world gets ridden of atleast one piece of it's burdens," he growls and with that flies off to somewhere, leaving you too stunned to move.

You stand there, unable to move your eyes from the spot he stood a moment ago, utterly shaken.

Your chest feels heavy for some unknown reason. Snapping out of it after a while, you too fly, though this time not after a certain someone.

You feel lost, not knowing where to go or what to do. You curse under your breath when you realize that a few days of entertainment has done more harm to yourself than good. 

You've never been so directionless before.

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Until the Moment I Die

Draco Malfoy / Female Reader

Harry Potter AU

Summary: “I’ll continue to love you every year from now, until the moment I die… and even after that”

Warnings: mentions of bullying, blood, death, and other unpleasant things.

Words: 10.1K

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You remembered it clearly. The first time you had met him.

It had been your first year at Hogwarts and although you were excited, a deep anxious feeling was settled into your gut. Being muggle-born meant that everything you were seeing was new to you. Every enchantment, ghost, and moving staircase. Every day at the castle was thrilling in its own way.

Despite entering a world full of wonder that you had never known before, not all was peachy. You quickly learned that like any society the wizarding world had its own separation of classes. As quickly as you had learned of it, you fell victim to an endless barrage of criticism and insults. Apparently in this world being a muggle-born witch or wizard was the worst crime you could unknowingly commit.

Just as you had found yourself diving deep into the wonders of this world you were roughly dragged to the surface and reminded of a place you never knew you held.

The bullying at school wasn’t as bad as it could be, you supposed. It mostly consisted of petty insults and shoulder jabs in the hallway. Anything that they could do to rile you really. Your tormentors ranged from various boys and girls in your year, some even being from the years above. Typically they were those of the Slytherin house but it didn’t matter to you, people were cruel because that’s how they were raised to be. Not because of what house they were in; that aspect simply served as an excuse for cruel behavior and a justification for the other houses to hate them in particular.

It was a ridiculous thought though… to simply stand by and let these people treat you like human trash. Over something that you couldn’t even help. You decided rather early in your first year that you wouldn’t let yourself be their victim.

This particular day, however, the tormenting had been quite persistent. You were simply trying to make your way to your Potions class on time but a group of second-year snobs was making it a difficult task.

“Hey, there filthy mud blood” one of them called to you with a sneer. “Where are you headed to in such a hurry?” they asked while pushing you into a wall.

Two of them cornered you while the other stood behind them throwing insult after insult.

You only glared at them as they pathetically attempted to slander you. The whole act was growing rather boring and deciding that you had better places to be than listen to them ramble on, you pushed yourself past them.

Saying nothing as you barreled forward in anger you heard their quick footsteps rush up to you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” They called after you, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up.

“Anywhere where you lot of idiots aren’t” you growled angrily back at them.

You were sick of them and sick of this game. You didn’t have time for their foolishness.

Turning corner after corner in an effort to lose them you finally found yourself nearing the dungeons and the trio of dickheads were finally off your tail.

Luckily you still had a few minutes to get to potions class; due to the fact that you pretty much jogged the whole way there.

Your eyes were fixated on the ground as you slowly made your way down the steps. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice the sound of someone else coming down the stairs until they knocked into you. Then the next thing you knew instead of seeing your feet you were looking up at the ceiling.

Realizing that you had just tumbled down the stairs you felt a rush of embarrassment course through you. Luckily you were almost at the bottom so it was unlikely you’d be hurt aside from a little bruising.

A little dazed but mostly just fearful of how many people watched you fly down the stairs, you stood up and glanced around.

There standing at the bottom of the stairs was someone you knew. You didn’t know him personally but you knew what he looked like and the reputation that he held.

It was Draco Malfoy. He was a second-year that you had heard plenty about. Even though you had only been at Hogwarts for a few months you found that news and rumors traveled fast. You heard people in your year whisper stories about him as he passed in the hallway and none of it was ever good.

He was staring at you with a shocked look on his face as his eyes slowly scanned your disheveled appearance up and down.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that he was the reason you fell considering there was no one else in the hallway aside from the two of you.

You knew what this was. What exactly was going on. He was notorious for bullying any muggle-born witch and wizard. Always boasting about his own pureblood status and his Slytherin house. Even though you were a first-year it wouldn’t surprise you if he knew who you were simply from word of mouth. The twats around here must have kept a list of all the people they deemed worth picking on.

There was no way you were going to let this pompous little shit get the better of you. Not here, not now, and not ever.

Glaring at him with the angriest look you could muster, you stepped towards him; feet stomping heavily on the ground. The look on his face was almost comical as it seemed he didn’t even know what to say.

“Listen here you stuck up arse! I won’t just stand by and let you knock me around. I already get enough shit from your little pureblood cult friends or whatever” you told him while jabbing your finger dangerously close to his chest.

“So don’t ever come near me again or I’ll beat the piss out of you” you spat at him while bringing your hands to your hips.

You stood there in front of him for a moment more as his face twisted into utter disbelief. He just stared at you slack-jawed as you awaited a response from him.

“Whatever,” you told him as you turned and made your way to your potions class. You didn’t have time to deal with people like him.

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Halfway through your third year, it had happened... You realized that you liked him.

By your third year at Hogwarts, you had built a kind of reputation for not being messed with. You were never violent or intentionally rude to anyone, at least not to those who didn’t deserve it. No, in fact, you were only tough on those that bothered to give you a hard time. To everyone else you were kind, funny, and a reliable friend.

Life at Hogwarts was really coming together for you. You had your own group of friends, your studies were going well, and due to your tough nature, even the bullying had died down significantly.  

But despite your generally comfortable day to day life at the school. You also had a little bit of a secret…

You had made a sort of habit out of visiting the astronomy tower. It was usually late at night when you would venture out, always careful to avoid the prefects on patrol. The first time you went there it was simply to get some time to yourself. You wanted a place where you could be alone in your thoughts. Sometimes it felt good to just look out into the night and think freely.

This particular night you find yourself sitting alone in the tower feeling rather distressed. As tough as you were and as much as you tried. You couldn’t protect yourself entirely. Sometimes the harsh words and self-doubt would creep up on you. Making you wish that you could be back home… and on nights like these. You even wished deep down that you’d never left.

Looking out into the darkness you wondered what it would feel like to be a tree. The thought might sound silly at first, sure. But you thought that in a way it would be nice. Standing tall and firm. Leaves swaying in the wind as the world moved and burst with life around you. To see things change and develop as a mere watcher. Simply existing in silence, unbothered, and eternally peaceful.

Yes, it really was one of those nights that you just wanted to exist in silence.

“Oh… sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here” you heard a voice speak from behind you.

Your heart raced at the sudden intrusion, scared totally shitless from someone sneaking up on you so quietly.

Whipping your head around to see who it was you were met with the image of the last person you expected to see.

It was Draco Malfoy, standing in front of you looking mildly annoyed in all his stuck up glory.

“Oh… it’s you” was all you responded with before rolling your eyes and turning back around.

As soon as you did so however you heard a rather distinct and nasty scoff come from behind you.

“What in the hell did I ever do to you?” He questioned.

A rush of irritation came over you as you took in the situation. Of course on the one night you wanted to be alone…

“Well, I don’t know… How about that time you pushed me down the stairs?” you shot back rhetorically.

It was silent for a moment… the air around you suddenly becoming cold and stiff.

“You know…” he spoke quieter now as you heard the sound of his footsteps approaching you. “I didn’t actually do that to you on purpose. You were just quick to accuse me”.

The scowl on your face instantly vanished as you processed his words. Was he really trying to tell you that he had never meant to push you? That it was an all accident? That he probably didn’t even know who you were but you had been quick to assume and cuss him out?

Suddenly… you felt quite ashamed.

“You really didn’t mean to?” you asked him, not daring to glance to your side where he now stood.

“No, not at all. In fact, I didn’t even have the slightest idea of who you were before that incident” he laughed a little. “But now I do... You’re Y/L/N, aren’t you? A muggle-born girl from what I hear. I suppose you weren’t entirely in the wrong to assume that I’d come after you”.

“I’m sorry for assuming you pushed me on purpose then. But… from the way I see it you probably would have tormented me eventually so at least I beat you to it,” you told him sternly.

He only hummed in response before you felt the way his eyes were studying the side of your face. You couldn’t see how this situation could possibly get more uncomfortable. But then… it did.

Before you could even blink Draco had sat down beside you. He still said nothing to you but you noticed how his gaze drifted out into the darkness just as you had been doing before.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him while shifting slightly to meet his eyes as they looked back at yours.

“I came up to think by myself. I have the right you know” he replied with an unreadable expression. “Besides, what are you doing here?” he questioned, mimicking your tone from earlier.

Frowning a little at his childish behavior you sighed before giving him his answer. “I also came up here to think.” You said while rolling your eyes at him. “By myself” you added.

He scowled at you then. Certainly not taking kindly to your attitude. Yet, he didn’t leave.

But then again… neither did you.

Several silent minutes passed as you both sat by each other looking out at the quiet grounds. The silence was uncomfortable but maybe it was better than talking, you thought. But just as you considered this his voice broke through the air.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you rather quietly. From the corner of your eye, you could see that he was still looking ahead and not at you.

“Wondering what it would be like to be a tree” you admitted to him without much thought.

His body shifted to look at you then. You turned to face him as well as he gave you a very questioning look.

“Why on earth would you be wondering about such a thing?” he asked you in disbelief, although you could sense the slightest bit of amusement in his eyes.

“Well, wouldn’t it be kind of nice?” you asked him smiling a little bit at the look of bewilderment on his face.

“I don’t see how so,” he told you with a look that said you might be crazy.

“That’s alright… It’s just what I was thinking about” you replied, a little amused by the conversation.

You thought that maybe you should elaborate on what you meant. But his confusion was too amusing to pass up. How often would you get the opportunity to see this puzzled look on Draco Malfoy’s face? Usually, he’d only bother to express looks of disgust, anger, or cockiness. So, indeed, this was refreshing.

It was an odd thing though, this moment. Sat in the astronomy tower with the last person you’d imagine. Something else was strange too… as the moments passed you found that the feeling of being there with him wasn’t necessarily unpleasant.

A smile crept onto your face at the realization of it all… what a weird night.

After your encounter in the astronomy tower, it became a kind of unspoken habit that the two of you would find yourselves alone there in the middle of the night. Neither of you spoke about why you kept meeting nor did you question the other’s motive for being there.

But the strangest thing of all was that a sort of friendship had sparked between the two of you. Spending several hours a night chatting about this and that was actually quite a decent way to befriend someone. You didn’t think that either of you saw it coming but one night it was like you’d just found yourselves lost in conversation. Laughing and joking as though you’d been friends for years.

When you got to know him, Draco really wasn’t all that bad.

Under all those snide remarks and nasty glares was just another boy desperately seeking the approval of his family and his peers. He didn’t like to speak about it much, but you knew that deep down he was very lost… and maybe even a little bit lonely.

He’d often ramble to you about childhood stories, Quidditch fiascos, and the latest “Potter” rumors going around. Sometimes you actually found the way he got so worked up over trivial things… a little cute.

Then, one night as you both sat down looking out into the night you asked him something you’d often wondered.

“Hey, Malfoy… when you look out into the night… at times like these” you began while turning to face him. “What is it that you’re thinking about?” you asked while slightly leaning towards him to hear his response.

He blinked once, then raised an eyebrow as he glanced from you to the vast darkness spreading as far as the eye could see.

“I suppose… when I look at it now… I feel grateful to be here with you. Instead of looking at it alone… feeling as though the darkness is all around me” he whispered to you.

It was then, as you absorbed his words that you realized something far greater than you’d ever learned before. A truth much more intense than whatever lies out in the never-ending darkness.

You liked Draco… and it was much more than some silly little infatuation. You were sure that you very genuinely fancied him and in a way… that scared you.

“I’m glad to be here with you as well,” you told him while forcing a smile onto your uneasy face.

Some things may have been better left unsaid. At least, for now.

 -

When you were in your sixth year you finally made the confession you’d been holding onto for the last three years and to your surprise… he said it back.

You just wished more than anything… it could have been under better circumstances.

By the time you were in your fifth year, you had spent the last two years with Draco becoming quite the inseparable pair. To most, you made the most unusual pair of friends. You weren’t sure if it was because he was a Slytherin or because he was Draco Malfoy. Most likely both. But, it didn’t matter, because no one had to understand, and neither of you felt like explaining it.

You supported each other, confided in one another, and always trusted that the other would be there when it was most important.

That’s why when things started to change, you noticed immediately.

Draco had come back different… He wouldn’t tell you what was wrong or if anything had happened. He wouldn’t chat with you long after class or meet with you in the courtyard anymore. He was distancing himself to the point it was worrying you.

Eventually, you noticed him changing physically. He was getting paler, thinner, and any sign of life in his silver eyes seemed to have vanished altogether.

Despite all this, every night you would wait in the astronomy tower. Because even though he was ignoring you, refusing your help, and avoiding eye contact. You still held hope that one night he would show up.

But he never did.

This pattern continued for longer than you could even recall. The days melted into weeks which fused with the months. Time seemed to be whizzing by around you and all the while it was like you couldn’t even breathe.

By this point, you hadn’t spoken to Draco in what felt like years. He looked physically terrible and you could tell by his attitude that his mental health was far from better. Whatever he was dealing with was worse than you initially thought. Your mind raced with all the possibilities of what it could be. But of course, you never found an answer.

Then one day it was like your worst fears had been realized.

The scene before you was so shocking that you were sure parts of it had been blocked from your mind, just to save even apiece of the heartache.

Draco was there. Looking more dead than alive as blood seeped through the front of his white dress shirt. Snape was there too, seeming taking control over whatever had happened as you saw him quickly whisk Draco away to the hospital wing.

You don’t know how long you stood there. It was as if time had completely frozen still. From the moment you saw them coming down the hallway, it was like your feet had turned to stone. All you could do was replay the image you had just seen over and over in your head.

A lot of emotions overcame you at that time. The first was shock. Shock at what you had seen and heard around you in that quick moment. The second was confusion. The questions were flying through your mind. What had happened? Who had done this? Why? Was he okay? Then the third and final emotion… was fear.

A sick twisting pain tore through your gut as the severity of the situation dawned on you and although it scared you more than anything… a thought crossed your mind. Was he even alive?

Before you had time to think about what that meant your feet were already carrying you to the hospital wing as fast as they could. Not caring about anyone or anything else in that moment.

When you had reached the hospital wing you were out of breath and panting frantically. Partially from running but mostly because I kind of terrifying panic had started to overcome you.

You must have been louder than you thought because in an instant Madam Pomfrey was standing before you with a concerned look on her face.

“My, my, child. What is with the hysterics? Do calm down now” she spoke to you reassuringly while patting a hand on your back.

It was then you realized that you had been crying.

You stared to breathe even harder as you looked into her concerned eyes. You tried to speak clearly but only choked sobs came out.

“P-please t-tell me. Is h-he o-ok?” you cried to her desperately.

Her face twisted into a look of pity.

“Are you asking about the Malfoy boy?” she asked slowly.

You only nodded your head as more hot tears streamed down your face.

“He’ll be okay, don’t you worry. I’ve already done what I came for him and he’s resting now” she replied while giving you a warm smile.

“May I p-please see him?” you begged with blurry eyes.

She scrunched her face at your words, carefully thinking it over before she gave a little sigh.

“You may wait for him until he wakes up on his own but you have to be quiet now, you hear? Don’t want to disturb him with those loud cries of yours” she replied softly.

You took in a deep breath as you tried to collect yourself.

“I won’t be a bother, I promise. I just need to be with him, please” you said while wiping the last tears from your eyes.

Madam Pomfrey gave you a little pat on the shoulder in response as she opened the door for you to walk in. Gesturing over to the side you saw Draco’s body lying there in a deep sleep.

As you drew closer you fought the urge to let out another pitiful sob as you took in his appearance.

Although he was sleeping it was obvious that he had been through a tremendous ordeal. His body looked weak and broken, a hollow shell of his former self.

But as you studied his sleeping face you saw that the boy you knew was still in there somewhere, he looked so peaceful as he rested. Even though you wanted to cry over him, hug him, and even curse him for giving you such a fright. You simply pulled up a chair next to his bed, took his hand in yours, and let him sleep.

Sometime later you were awoken by the feeling of someone tapping at your shoulder. You jolted your head up in surprise, not even realizing that you had fallen asleep.

As your eyes adjusted to your surroundings you were met with the sight of Draco staring back at you. He had a frown set into his face as he did so.

Looking down you saw that your hand still tightly gripped his.

Feeling a little embarrassed you pulled it away before looking up at him again.

“Y-you’re awake,” you said with a small gasp.

Examining his appearance you found that although still a shell of his former self it would seem that he looked much more rested. Judging by the expression on his face he wasn’t particularly thrilled t you being here and that thought alone sent a painful jab through your heart.

“I was so worried, Draco. I know we haven’t spoken in a while and you may not want to see me but when I saw Snape carrying you off like that I-I didn’t know what t-to do” you finished with a little choke as the all too familiar rush of tears rushed down your face, throat constricting painfully as they did so.

His face softened a little as he let out a kind of a defeated sigh, giving you a sad little smile as he did so.

“I’m sorry to have worried you” he responded calmly.

“That’s all you have to say?!” you said to him slightly raising your voice as the various emotions you’d felt before came over you once again in one big rush. “I thought that maybe you… you would be dead. You don’t understand what that felt like. I… I can’t live without you.” You admitted weakly.

Your eyes were so watery with tears that you couldn’t see clearly anymore however, the next thing you knew. You were being pulled into a tight embrace.

All the fear you had held over the last few hours started washing away from you as you wrapped your arms around Draco timidly. Wishing that for once in your life you really could stop time. Right at this moment. Where nothing else seemed to matter except for the way he held you.

“Draco… I have to tell you that I… that I lo-“ but before you could finish your confession he squeezed you tighter with a hush.

“Don’t say it. Not now. Don’t you dare tell me that” he told you firmly. But you could sense the slightest bit of wavering in his voice.

You weren’t sure why he stopped you from confessing. Maybe he didn’t feel the same and was saving you the embarrassment. Maybe he simply couldn’t handle to process those emotions right now. But for whatever the reason may be, you didn’t pay it another mind.

“Okay” you whispered to him as another lone tear dripped down your face.

When you pulled away from each other you saw that his eyes were a literal watery. You wondered if maybe he had been about to cry… but you decided it’d be best not to ask.

“Draco, promise me you won’t scare me like that again” you pleaded with him softly.

“I can’t make such promises Y/N. I also can’t see you anymore… not for a while at least. Maybe ever… I can’t explain but it’s best if you just stay away from me.” He told you with a sad expression. “Please” he added while casting his eyes down to avoid your own.

His words hurt. There was no denying that. He didn’t want to see you… he was rejecting you completely and he couldn’t even say why. You felt as though all the thoughts left your mind at that moment. Like a deafening silence surrounded you and all you could see was white light. Was this heartbreak? You weren’t sure. But one thing was certain, the pounding and shredding of your heart was proof you were still alive.

Swallowing the lump in your throat as you fought back the urge to cry once more, you looked to a far corner of the room and gave him the answer you knew he wanted.

“Okay”

More time went by after that and in a weird turn of events, it was you who started to look ill. You couldn’t sleep anymore. Couldn’t eat a proper meal. Hell, you couldn’t even focus on your studies.

It was like there was no escape from the pain. That’s what it was really. Insufferable and undeniable pain. The pain of rejection, of not knowing, and of being abandoned. You had never felt more alone in all your life.

Only adding to the torment, of course, was the fact that you hadn’t seen Draco at all since that time in the hospital wing. You were sure he was around somewhere… he had to be. You figured this meant that he was avoiding you…

You sent hours trying to find the answers as to why he wanted you nowhere near him. His strange behavior before he was injured only added to the mystery and the more you thought about it the more confused you became.

Your friends begged you to move on. Pleaded with you to forget about it… to do something else, to eat something, and of course, their biggest cry of all was for you to just snap out of it.

Many months had passed. But nothing changed, and nothing got better. The person you were seemed to leave along with him. It may have been ridiculous… to love someone so intensely and not even know if they ever cared for you to begin with. To never have even been able to admit it to him. Maybe if you had said it sooner, before he had distanced himself. Maybe things could be different…

You never thought you’d see him again. Had even given up on the thought that he’d ever speak to you again… But then one day in your 6th year he came rushing towards you in the hallway, a look of fear adorning his face.

Completely in shock, as he dragged you into a nearby empty classroom, you said nothing as he began to speak.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me” he began slightly out of breath. “You need to find somewhere in this room and hide. Don’t leave. Not until you know for certain that it’s safe. I can’t say what’s about to happen but I need you to promise me that you won’t come out, please!” he pleaded to you with worried eyes.

“I-I don’t understand what’s happening, Draco,” you said while still trying to process his words. You weren’t sure at all what was happening but you knew by the look on his face that this was serious.  

“I know you don’t. But I need you to trust me, ok?” he asked while taking a firm hold on your shoulder in an effort to get you to look him in the eye.

“I trust you… and I promise. I’ll hide…” you whispered to him weakly, unable to look him in the eye for so long without feeling sorrowful.

He gave you a sort of sad smile before pulling away from you. He was turning to leave but you were so afraid. So afraid that this was going to be the last time you’d ever see him. You had to tell him everything that he meant to you. You had to tell him how much you’ve been dying without him. Had to tell him something…

“Draco, wait!” you called out just before he reached the door.

His extended arm hesitated midair as he turned back to look at you.

“I love you,” you said loudly with a burst of confidence you didn’t know you had. “I’ve loved you for the last three years and I’ll continue loving you whether you feel the same way or not. Every year from now, until the moment I die… and even after that” you ended with your voice almost inaudible as the nerves began to take over you.

He seemed lost for words, standing there completely motionless as his mouth fell open slightly in surprise. The silence was growing unbearable as you began to question if you’d maybe said a little too much. Looking away from him was the only way to recollect yourself.

But then before you could even process what was happening, he was walking back towards you. He was moving quickly with a look you’d never seen before. Then in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours.

Your eyes stayed open at first, completely taken back. But quickly you closed them as well as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body to you desperately.

The kiss was soft at first, even a little bit timid. Then it became desperate and emotional as you both pulled the other closer. All the worries in the world seemed to leave you at that moment. As though you were the only two people in existence.

Breaking apart with staggered breathing you looked into his eyes and saw that same odd expression as before. You were about to ask him what he was thinking and what this all meant but he beat you to it.

“I love you too, Y/N. I’ve loved you for the last three years and I’ll never stop” he told you as little droplets of tears began to trickle from his eyes.

You had never seen him cry before. Not once in all the time that you’d known him and before you could stop it, you began to cry as well.

In any other circumstance, this would have been a happy moment. Two people finally admitting their love for one another after all this time. Finally joined together in eternal bliss.

But the situation was anything but blissful. Because when you looked at his crying face you knew he was emotional not for finally confessing to you. But because he was about to leave you… and that’s just what he did.

After one last passionate kiss, he urged you to hide quickly, making you promise once more not to leave.

Then he turned to the door, looked back at you with a reassuring smile upon his face, and left.

 -

It was much later when you finally met him again.

Life was a lot different after the war. Like many others you didn’t return to Hogwarts, your parents wouldn’t allow it. Although they were muggles they heard all about what had happened and insisted you simply test out of your final years and start working. Although you reassured them that the school would have been safe after the defeat of Voldemort, there was no arguing with them.

So that’s just what you did. You took all the required exams in one go and started your new life as a member of the working class. You began working at the ministry in the Improper Use of Magic office. It was tedious work at times but you didn’t mind it.

Any work was a good distraction from the things you had heard that day. The people you had lost… and the one person who you had never seen again.

You tried not to think about him too often. Although you were sure your record was maybe two days. It was simply impossible to forget him. The feelings you still kept for him and the endless thoughts of what could have been.

You heard about him… every now and then. Learned all about what had become of his father and him during their trials. Taking what you knew now and looking back at what had transpired between the two of you, you couldn’t blame him for pushing you away like he did. It was a heavy burden for anyone to carry, let alone a teenage boy.

Come to think of it, so much time had passed that you couldn’t even believe how quickly life seemed to move on without you. It had been about three years since the battle. Three years since you had last been at that school. Three years since you had told him you loved him… and three years since he had said it back.

Letting out a little frustrated sigh you quickly stood from your desk. Your coworkers eyed you suspiciously as you made quite the dramatic show of slumping your shoulders in self-pity. You were feeling particularly mopey today as all those memories from three years ago came flooding back. As much as you hated to admit it… you got like this often.

“I’m going to head out for some air” you spoke into the room of people, none of them really paying you much mind. That didn’t really bother you though.

Stepping out into the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world was always a little fascinating despite all the years you’d spent living in it. No matter how common the sights in front of you became, they never really ceased to amaze you. However, today rather than be amused by it all you found yourself wanting to run away from it.

Usually, at times like these when you needed a place to relax by yourself, you’d simply walk through the ministry in a daze. But today was different…for some reason you had the urge to walk above ground amongst the muggles.

Maybe a part of you as feeling a little homesick. Or maybe you just wanted to exist somewhere where nothing could you remind you of the suffering anymore. To live as a muggle was to live in ignorance. Completely unaware of the mysterious world around you and when all you could do was agonize over the past… the thought of living in ignorance too was more tempting than ever.

Of course, you knew you couldn’t actually abandon your life here. But it didn’t hurt to fantasize about it…

When you made your way to the surface, surrounded by the common folk of London you took in a deep breath of relief. Up here no one could drag you down to that dark place. To these people, you hardly even existed.

As you walked down the street you curiously glanced from shop to shop. Person to person. Wondering what it is you should do to distance yourself from the world for a while. To complete disassociate from the painful thoughts that constantly invaded your mind.

That’s when you spotted it. A quaint little book shop. It stood on the corner of the street, old and fading, but none the less inviting.

When you entered through the door you were met with the smell of old books and coffee. It wasn’t a café but you had the inkling that the owners must indulge themselves with a secret pot in the back.

As you walked through the little store you marveled at the way the giant bookshelves were arranged. Towering all around you like some kind of maze. You examined the spines of the books as you walked by them. Everything from fantasy books to TV repair guides adorned the shelves around you.

Something was so peaceful about being in there. Surrounded by giant shelves of old books, as though they were shielding you in from the outside world. Keeping you safe…

While you were busy perusing you failed to notice the presence of another person next to you. So enthralled in the dusty shelves that if it wasn’t for your hand touching their own while reaching for the same copy of “Lord of The Flies”.

You apologized with a mumbled excuse me without looking up at the person. He didn’t respond, simply withdrew his hand from the shelf. Judging by their hand you assumed it was a man and given his disinterest in you, you figured it wasn’t the owner.

But as you turned to walk away from the man there was a voice screaming in your head to turn around and look at him. You didn’t know why you were so curious but it was like you’d never stop eating at yourself until you just looked.

So that’s what you did. In one swift motion, you turned your body to face him. Only when you saw the man in front of you… you couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped your lips.

It was Draco Malfoy. You couldn’t believe your eyes and briefly even thought you might be mistaken. But there was no way it was a trick. It was definitely him. He had aged some of course in the last few years but physically he didn’t look that different from what you remembered. Just the sight of him was enough to cause your heart to pound. Just like when you were back at school all those years ago.

Upon hearing your gasp Draco turned to look at you. He had been contently eyeing the books on the shelf in front of him when disrupted the silence. But when his eyes met yours you saw how they widened in disbelief.

The silence in the air was growing in intensity and suddenly you could make out the smell of dust better than ever as your senses seemed to become hyper-aware.

For a moment neither if you said a word. Just stood there staring at each other in shock. Probably looking quite foolish to anyone who might have witnessed it.

He was the first to speak.

“Y/N… it’s really you isn’t it?” he asked while letting out an airy sort of laugh.

You could only bring yourself to nod your head slowly at him. Unable to pull the words from your throat is it constricted painfully. Hearing his voice again after so long was surreal… and before you knew it.  You were crying in front of him. Just like you had the last time you’d seen him. What a reunion you thought to yourself.

A look of panic swept across his face as he watched you cry in front of him. It was clear he didn’t know what to do or say at that moment he awkwardly reached his hands to you before awkwardly pulling them away.

“Please don’t cry. Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry. Just please don’t cry” he pleaded with you in a whisper. Suddenly being reminded that you were currently in a very small and quiet muggle bookstore.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” you said in a shaky voice.

His eyes were filled with sorrow as he frowned slightly down at you. You didn’t know if he was displeased at the situation or maybe himself.

“Neither did I” he admitted to you with a hint of shame in his voice.

You had so much to tell him, so much that needed to be said. You needed answers from him as well. After all this time you needed to know everything. The whole story and all its ugly truths, not just what the papers told you.

“Can we go somewhere else to talk?” you asked him quietly.

The look on his face told you that he understood what you meant. You wanted to talk away from the muggles, somewhere safer for the two people like you.

As you both made your way out of the bookstore you quickly looked around t make sure no one was watching. After assuring you were unseen you both slipped into an alleyway and without much thought, you took his hand and apparated the both of you into your flat.

As you both came to stand in your kitchen you quickly removed your hand from his, feeling a little bit awkward about everything.

Draco was looking around your small flat quite curiously as you lead him to the couch. His eyes raked over every piece of furniture and every photo in a frame. You gestured for him to sit but he seemed to be caught up in looking at one photo in particular. Coming to stand by his side you knew exactly which one he was looking at.

It was a picture of you and your old housemate, Maria. You two were quite close back at Hogwarts. She was your dearest friend aside from Draco. In this particular photo, you could see the two of you at a Quidditch match. Covered in face paint and cheering happily as jumped up and down in the stands. It was one of your favorite photos. The two of you were so carefree back then…

She hadn’t survived the battle, unfortunately.

Smiling sadly as you both looked at the picture replay itself over and over you heard him let out a little sob beside you. Turning to him with a look of worry you saw that his face was twisted with anguish as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

“It’s all my fault you know. I’m the reason they’re all dead. I don’t even deserve to be here right now. It should have been me who died that day. Not… not all of them” he said as the tears finally began to fall.

Without second-guessing, you pulled Draco into a tight embrace. Your hands lightly stroked his back in a soothing manner as you shushed him carefully.

You had always wondered what he’d been up to since the battle. How he was handling it and how it might have changed him. You figured it couldn’t be easy but you didn’t know that he blamed himself to this extent. To think that he was hurting this much all these years… it broke your heart.

“It’s not your fault. You know that right? What happened wasn’t your fault.” You told him while squeezing him tighter.

“You don’t understand, Y/N… you don’t know what I did. It’s my fault and everyone knows it. People still want me dead for what happened and honestly they aren’t wrong for wishing it” he whispered to you.

You pulled away from him slightly, still keeping your hands placed securely onto his back.

“If I don’t understand then tell me. Tell me everything that happened. Everything you had to do and everything you’ve had to live with since. I wat to know...” you begged him with a hint of desperation in your voice.

“Okay” was his simple reply as he let you lead him to sit on the couch where he began to tell you everything that had happened. Starting with the time that he began to distance himself from you all those years ago.

His story was sad and full of regret. As you listened to him explain everything he was forced to do you understood why he was so scared back then. The papers merely scraped the surface of the reality he was forced to live in at that time. You wished you could’ve helped him somehow. You knew that you couldn’t have really done anything but just the thought that while you were sad about being ignored he was dealing with the thought of being killed. You didn’t blame him anymore for pushing you away. If the roles were reversed you were sure you would have done the same. Because in your eyes he was everything and the thought of losing him meant you had nothing left to live for.

That’s how the last three years had really felt anyways. Like you’d lost everything you had to live for. Left in that classroom all that time ago.

As he finished his story set a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Wishing that there was a way to express everything you felt right now into words.

“I know you feel like the whole world is against you now. I know that there are still those out there who seek to see you perish. But for whatever it’s worth… I don’t blame you. I never really did actually. I knew you weren’t capable of being the monster that the media made you out to be. That wasn’t the Draco I knew. Even if everyone else turns their back on you just know that I never have and I never will. I’ve waited all this time hoping that I’d see you again one day. I didn’t know how to find you or if you even wanted me to… but I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped loving you” you confessed to him with bated breath.

“I never stopped loving you either, Y/N” he admitted to you quickly. “I thought about you every day since that time in the classroom. I wanted to find you after I’d been pardoned but I was afraid you thought I was a monster. I was afraid that you hated me too” he whispered meekly.

He looked down at his hands as you watched him with pitiful eyes. Right here in this moment, confessing to each other all over again. It was like you were back in that classroom. Back at Hogwarts. Back to the times when you would spend countless hours with each other, elation always bursting through your chest.

Moving a gentle hand to cup his face you lifted it to meet yours.

“Whatever the reasons where that kept us apart for so long… the only thing that matters to me is being here with you right now. We may have wasted a few years out of fear. But let’s not waste another second” you finished as you brought your lips to his in a soft kiss.

His hands shyly made their way around your waist as the kiss grew more passionate. Your breathing grew heavy and labored as you kissed him with all the emotions you’d felt while he was gone.

Clinging to him desperately, you were afraid that he might disappear.

But he didn’t.

 -

The happiest moment in your life had been when you’d both said: “I do”.

“Oh stop fussing with it!” your best friend cried at you as you continued to move pieces of hair around your face.

“But it’s just not quite perfect yet” you argued while frowning in the mirror.

“Please, you look absolutely fine. I don’t think Draco or anyone else in there will care about a few misplaced hairs” she huffed.

Realistically you knew she was right. You knew you were just being nitpicky. But there was no better day to agonize over every minute detail than this one.

It was your wedding day after all.

“Fine, you’re right! I’ll just walk in there looking like a disaster I suppose” you replied childishly.

She only gave you a knowing look before walking to the other side of the room to grab something.

You knew it was just the nerves getting to you. They had you lashing out and second-guessing every aspect of your appearance. You fully intended to apologize to her later for your ill behavior. But at this moment you were too busy spiraling into self-induced panic.

Your friend returned to your side with a sigh as she held your veil in her hands. You looked at it nervously as you imagined what was soon to come.

“Y/N, I know you’re nervous now. But trust me… pretty soon you won’t be able to stop grinning” she told you reassuringly.

You gave her a forced smile as she placed the veil over your head. Looking at your reflection was such an odd experience. The person looking back at you was definitely you. But at the same time, you’d never looked more different. You couldn’t tell if this was good or bad though.

“Ready?” she asked from behind you. Her face smiling at you warmly from the mirror.

“As I’ll ever be” you shakily laughed.

When you came to stand in front of the large brown doors you realized that this was the moment that would change everything. This was the start of a new chapter in your life. The beginning to your forever.

As the doors swung open and you made your way slowly down the aisle you could hear the distinct sounds of gasps and whispers coming from all around you. Your heart was beating fiercely against your chest as the nerves devoured you. Maybe if you just focused on one thing instead of everything around you it would be less nerve-wracking.

So that’s just what you did. Scanning your eyes anxiously ahead they landed on Draco. He was standing there, waiting for you at the end of the aisle with the most dazzling grin on his face. He was looking at you with eyes of pure adoration and at that moment you could’ve sworn you felt yourself blushing a little. It was like everyone else disappeared around you. It was just you and him, together, forever.

When you came to stand next to him at the alter you couldn’t stop the smile from growing on your face. This really was the happiest moment of your life.

As Draco reached forward to lift your veil you were met with the clear sight if his beautiful face looking at you with all the love in the world. Your heart swelled with the thought that this was actually happening. You were marrying the man of your dreams. The one you’d loved for so many years and many more to come.

You felt yourself becoming a little antsy as it came time to exchange your vows. You had made the decision before that you’d recite yours first and although you were terrified you had never been so sure about anything before.

“Draco, there were so many times in my life when I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I knew who I was and what was important to me. I thought that I was ok with being alone and I figured I’d never know anything about that true love nonsense” you said with a little laugh. Draco laughed too at this as well as a few people from the seats. “But after I met you I realized that I didn’t really know anything. I didn’t know who I was, what I wanted, or what true happiness felt like. I never imagined in all my life that I’d grow to love someone as much as I love you. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs in our relationship. We didn’t see each other for years after our first confession. But when we found each other again in that dusty muggle bookstore two years ago… I knew that it was fate. I know that may sound ridiculous to some. I myself never really believed in such a thing as fate before. But when I think back to what we went through and how we found each other again… I just know that it was meant to be. I was meant to find you in this life and the next. I first realized I loved you all those years ago when we would sneak up to the astronomy tower in the dead of night. Ever since then I’ve only grown to love you more. Everything I am is thanks to you, Draco. You’re my one and only. My forever and always... and I’ll continue to love you every year from now, until the moment I die… and even after that.” you finished as a tear made its way slowly down your face.

Draco’s eyes were watery as he beamed at you. The whole building was silent as your heavy words hung in the air.

Draco cleared his throat a little before taking your hands into his and looking deep into your eyes.

“Y/N, just like you, I thought I knew who I was. I was certain of my role in life and what that meant for me. I thought I knew what love felt like and how you showed it. But after meeting you it was like my world turned upside down. I instantly knew that everything I had thought was true couldn’t be more wrong. You taught me that I was more than what I was told to be. You showed me what it was like to live freely and express myself truthfully. You were the first person I ever trusted and the first person I ever truly loved. Because of you, I have a reason to wake up every morning. You were always there to save me from my darkest times without even realizing it. You have no idea just how much you mean to me. How much I adore you. You are the light of my life and the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I wish we hadn’t wasted so many years being apart. But as a wise person once told me, the only thing that matters to me is being here with you right now… and I never intend to leave your side. I promise to love you now and forever. My reason for existing and moving forward, experiencing life and all its beauty. It’s all thanks to you, my dearest love. From now, until the moment I die… and even after that” he ended with a soft smile.

You both cried softly then and there, with huge grins on your faces, in front of all your guests as you held each other’s hands. The moment was more than you could have ever hoped for. More than you ever deserved.

Any other words that were spoken were completely lost in the moment as the only thing you remember happening next was saying “I do”.

 -

The air was unusually cold as you made your way home from work. You felt yourself shiver slightly at the icy breeze as you rounded the corner to your street. Something was amiss though. You couldn’t tell what or why but you had this terrible feeling of dread sitting in your gut as you walked down the road.

You didn’t know if it was your imagination but even the neighborhood itself seemed a little darker tonight. The feeling that something was wrong only grew more intense as you drew closer to your house.

As you stood in front of your door you felt the unmistakable sensation of fear wash over you as you froze. Something was very wrong and you could feel it.

Suddenly you were too scared to even open the door. The absolute silence coming from the house made you sick to your stomach. You knew that Draco was supposed to be him and yet it felt as though there was no life coming from the house at all.

When you reached to unlock the door, however, a sick wave of terror spread over you as you realized it was already unlocked.

Both you and Draco always made sure the house was properly locked even when someone was home. The constant threat to Draco’s life from radical groups always made you nervous despite his reassurance that they’d never have the nerve to harm in.

Raising your wand up as you slowly entered your home you were mentally preparing yourself to fight an intruder of some kind.

But when you walked in you didn’t find an intruder. Instead you were met with the darkness of the night spreading throughout the whole house as a single light illuminated from the kitchen.

You slowly made your way towards it unsure of what might be there. You noticed as you passed that there was a dinner freshly set on the dining room table. Draco must have been meaning to surprise you with it.

But where was he?

Before you even had time to think of the possibilities you were met with the answer.

Your wand fell from your hand as you stared down at the floor in front of you.

There was Draco.

But he wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t breathing either.

His body laid there cold and lifeless on the ground and as you stared at him it was like your mind refused to accept the reality of what it was seeing.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. This all had to be some kind of joke. Yes, that was it. Just a cruel joke played at your expense. Pretty soon someone would come out to yell “got you” as Draco would rise from the floor having a good laugh as well.

But he didn’t… and he wouldn’t

“No…no, no, no. OH GOD PLEASE NO!” you screamed as your mind finally came to terms with what you were seeing.

Draco was dead. He was there on your kitchen floor, pale and unmoving as his wide empty eyes looked up at the ceiling.

You fell to your knees and began to wail as your body shook violently. Slowly you crawled over to his side and shakily placed a hand on his chest as your tears began to fall on his still body.

“Please n-no. T-this can’t be happening. Please c-come b-back t-to me. P-please t-take m-me instead” you pleaded to no one.

Looking frantically around him as your breathing began to grow frantic and uneven you were seeing the signs of a struggle. There were smashed dishes and bits of food scattered across the floor around him as his wand lay on the floor beside his hand.

You took in heavy fast breathes as your mind tried to comprehend the scene before you.

Brining your gaze to his face you felt yourself begin to dry heave as you looked at it. He was dead and you were too late to save him. He was dead and you’d never see him again. He was dead… and you hadn’t been there to save him. You hadn’t been there for him…

Bringing your trembling hand to his face you closed his eyelids as more violent sobs and heaves left your body.

“I’m s-sorry. This i-is all m-my f-fault. I should’ve been here. I s-should’ve been here…”

You stayed there sobbing over him, choking on every breathe as your blood ran cold. Everything around you seemed to be spinning as you desperately tried to steady yourself even a little.

But it was hopeless. He was gone and you’d never see him again. Never hear his laugh, see his smile, or feel his gentle reassuring touch ever again… and as you slowly began to lose all sense of reality above his stiff cold body you recited in your head the only words you seemed to remember anymore.

“From now, until the moment I die… and even after that.”

---

Author’s Note: I already know that you guys probably hate me right now. Trust me, I spent days working on this and like halfway through I really wanted to just give them a happy ending. But, in the end, I didn’t want to stray from my original idea. This story was a lot of fun to write and by the end of it I was actually making myself sad... sorry if it’s kind of a jumbled mess. Let me know what you all think! Thanks for the continued support and feedback! :)

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

"Get your fingers off my phone."

(OOC: Somehow, I wrote goofy little responses for the other asks, but this turned into an angsty, dark ficlet.  Also a bit long!  Sorry, I’ll go back to silliness next time.) 

“You want me to dial with my dick, Shaw? Would that be better?” Pyro snarled, blinking dust and sweat out of his eyes.  “We need an extraction, and this is the fastest way.”  

Pyro’s own phone was smashed beyond repair, but somehow Sebastian’s was intact, even if the man himself….wasn’t.

The mission had gone very, very wrong.  Being buried in the basement of a collapsed building would not have been a problem, if those Verendi fucks hadn’t zapped the two of them with temporary power dampeners.  At least, Pyro assured himself it was temporary.  There were no intelligence reports that the humans had found a way to make it permanent, so he ignored the tiny doubts gnawing at the back of his mind.

Shaw had taken the brunt of it, and was lying face up under massive pile of concrete, his breathing labored, a thin trickle of blood running down his cheek.  Pyro himself had been mostly untouched by the debris crashing down on them, something he assumed was mostly luck, and not any protective instinct on Shaw’s part. Shaw probably would have used Pyro as a shield if he’d had the time.  

“Water…” Sebastian gasped.  Pyro looked up, surprised to hear the other man beg for anything…then realized that Sebastian was not begging, he was simply stating fact. A thin layer of water was flowing around his boots, spreading across the floor.  Must be a burst pipe or three.

“Well, that’s just bloody wonderful,” Pyro groaned, punching numbers into the phone.  Haven or Madelyne were the best bets, but of course the connection was absolute shit. He tried again and again, until someone picked up the other line.  There was too much static to know who he was talking to, but he yelled the details anyway. Verendi soldiers in large numbers, power-dampeners, trapped under tons of rock.  The team would need to be careful coming to get them, and for fucks sake leave Haven safe on the boat.  He wondered if any of it was getting through.

“Just…text…..idiot,” Sebastian croaked, and Pyro clutched the phone tight in a sudden fury.  Of course the horrible old bastard was right, and that made it even worse.  

“I was just going to try that, Shaw,” Pyro snapped, quickly tapping out a message to the others.  He probably would have thought of that, he wasn’t a complete moron.  He shot the message off into the void, wondering what steps he could take next. It was suddenly very important to come up with a plan before Shaw condescended to him again.

Pyro realized that the water was up over his feet now, lapping at his ankles, and looked over where Shaw was pinned flat against the floor.  His face barely breached the surface, poking up out of the water like a very ugly mermaid.

“Aww, fuck.”  Pyro made his way over, and lifted Sebastian’s head up out of the water, supporting it with his hands.  He wasn’t sure why.  No, he knew why.  Because Haven would be disappointed if he didn’t do everything he could to save Shaw. Because she would look at him differently – her, and Madelyne, and maybe even Shinobi.

“Don’t….bother….” Shaw ground out between gritted, blood-stained teeth.  “Temporary solution….at best….”

“Maybe we can…set up some kind of breathing tube for you.”  Pyro looked doubtfully at the tubes connecting his flame-thrower to his wrist. He wasn’t an engineer, but it seemed like it would do in a pinch.  Moving the concrete was not an option.  It seemed as though half the building was resting on Shaw.

“Foolish….optimism…..thought better of you….Allerdyce….”

“I really cannot imagine a situation in which you think anything good about me, Shaw,” Pyro quipped.  

“We both know….how this….will end….”  Sebastian choked for a moment, and a spurt of dark blood gushed over his chin.

Even with his powers, the weight of the rubble might have given Sebastian some difficulty.  Without his powers…it was a wonder he was even still alive.

“Let….go….” Sebastian commanded.  “Don’t….draw this out……”

Still, Pyro hesitated, imagining the sadness in Haven’s eyes when they found him alive and Shaw dead.  Would she look at him accusingly, or would she just shake her head and sigh?  

“Let go….imbecile…..don’t need….your help…..death preferable…”

“Well, fine!” Pyro exclaimed, letting Sebsatian’s head drop back under the rapidly rising water.  “Drown, ya stubborn ass, ya fucking well deserve it!  Don���t think I’m sorry ta see ya go!”  

For a long moment, Sebastian lay motionless, eyes closed under the surface, bubbles pouring out of his mouth and nose.  Then, his body jerked slightly as he took a reflexive breath.  No matter how stoic Shaw pretended to be, he couldn’t fight his body’s survival instincts. His torso convulsed as another breath sucked water into his lungs, his eyes squeezed shut.    

Pyro grinned down at him.  It felt good watching a man like that die.  It was a nasty kind of good, the same way he felt sending a wall of fire at human soldiers that were trying to kill him and anyone like him.  No matter how the moralizers might try to deny it, there was a real enjoyment in watching a piece of shit get what they deserved. It was just human nature.  Or mutant nature.  Whatever.

It didn’t take long, and soon Sebastian was still again.

“All right then, dickhead.  You can’t say I didn’t try.”  He just wished he’d thought to record it for Shinobi.

Time passed, and the water was up to Pyro’s chest.  The ceiling wasn’t far above his head, and he held the phone aloft in one hand.  They’d be able to track his location through the GPS, as long as the damn thing didn’t die on him. 

Sebastian had disappeared from view entirely.  For a while his face had lingered, a pale oval just below the surface, but the water was deep and dark.  Pyro had explored the room, searching for something, anything that could get him out – some hidden opening, or metal the he might be able to melt though.  His powers had come back with an exhilarating rush, but fire couldn’t do shit against a tomb of rock.  

He supposed the stupid X-Men would have found a way out, they probably would have figured out some fancy, complicated way of combining their powers.  The Brotherhood had never been all that good at teamwork, but at least they’d had Dominic. Dominic would sort this mess right out if he were here.  

Pyro fantasized about Dominic ripping open a path to the surface and pulling him up, then carrying him off to a fancy resort to spend an entire week eating, drinking and fucking.  He ignited a small flame and let it float around the room, in the form of a bird, a butterfly, a small cat scampering across the surface of the water.  Anything to take his mind off the cold soaking into his bones as the water continued to rise.  Lighting himself on fire wouldn’t really help with that, given how much of him was submerged.

He didn’t look at the corner, where Sebastian lay in the depths.  The delightfully nasty feeling of satisfaction and schadenfreude had faded, leaving a hollow sensation in its place.  Pyro tried not to think about the water closing over his own head, how he would jerk and convulse just like Shaw, clawing at the unforgiving ceiling.  He tried not to think about the sense of panic coiling up inside him.  He didn’t really want to die like this, trapped in the cold and the dark.  It was better than the Legacy Virus for sure, but it was still creeping up on him, slow and inevitable.  

He wondered, for a moment, who would enjoy watching his own death.  Was he also getting what he deserved?  When the water came up to his neck, would a strong hand wrap around his ankle and pull him down?

Instead, the hand came down from the ceiling.  Pyro blinked at it for a moment, wondering if he was hallucinating, then Shinobi’s head popped into view, ghostly and translucent.

“There you are!” Shinobi exclaimed.  “How’s this for a rescue?  Wow, you’re turning blue.”

“D-don’t exactly do w-well in the cold,” Pyro stammered, teeth chattering.  He was a scrawny man from a hot climate, he wasn’t meant for this bullshit.  

“Where’s Father?”  

“Over there.”  Pyro gestured towards the corner.  “He’s…..uh….he’s under the w-water.  He d-didn’t make it, I’m afraid.”

For a moment a shadow passed over Shinobi’s face as he looked over.  Then he brightened again.

“Well, good!  We’ll get a long break from him on the way back to Krakoa.  Just imagine all the partying we can do without him looming over us.”

“Oh, I c-can imagine.”

Pyro grabbed Shinobi’s hand, feeling the odd tingly sensation as his body became intangible.  Then Shinobi pulled him up, through the layers of shattered concrete, out into the sunlight.

[bladekindeyewear]

Bloggin’ bout HS^2 Commentary from start to Mid-Jan-2020

Sigh.  Time to pay the piper.  Someone’s gotta extract whatever plot-important and plothole mentions get mentioned in this commentary, even though reading behind-the-scenes stuff about Homestuck makes me even more nervous than reading frontend stuff ever could so I don’t really want to.  FYI, that’s what you’re going to get out of my posts on these -- anything regarding plot stuff and plotholes, things we would’ve misinterpreted or missed otherwise, not any of the other paid content such as sketches or full quotes from them about things.

TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS A MONTH!???!??  Is Andrew even seeing any of this cash?  --no, not much of it I guess, he would want to make sure the WP folks get paid enough after the--

Yeah I’m not gonna even think about that.

Fuck it.  I’m ponying up.

Alright, first commentary post on the Patreon, commentary and bonus sketches for Ghostflusters... whoa, this is long and extensive.  Is it going panel by panel??

I guess I’ll give you a small quote just for a taste of how this starts...

Page 33:  Not sure what any of this shit means. It’s pretty deep though. We were going for an echo of the beginning of the epilogue when John is dreaming in anime. Except here it’s Jake, and nobody is dreaming, at least not yet. Also an anime dream wouldn’t be a nightmare for Jake, since Jake likes anime. Or he used to. Now anime probably just reminds him of Dirk.

Good thing we’re never gonna hear from that guy ever again.

...because this commentary is sort of stylized.  They’re kind of riffing on what they’re doing, and I get that -- when you have to write commentary you’re asking people to PAY for you can easily feel like you have to be entertaining.  But they are describing the rationale for the shot choices they made and such.  They’re also going for a sort of Andrew-recap sort of attitude, and I don’t blame them for that choice, either.

[Candy] Jade is...well, you’ll see.

GOD DAMNIT.  Don’t remind me that Dave vanished on her forever while they were doing pro-revolutionary work and she’s probably going to be in a bit of a state!  Stupid knowing author future allusions...

Then again, that’s exactly why I’m here blogging about the commentary for you guys -- for me to relay Authorial Intent on Stuff That Happened That Seemed Plotholey and Hints About What’s Going To Be Relevant.

I just, uh... didn’t expect there to be that MUCH of it.  And that casual phrasing for that Candy Jade Is Going To Be Seen And Or Relevant hint is... kinda indicating to me that there’s gonna be a LOT more of that here than I wanted.  :|

Continuing... there’s talk of why they started with Jake here, being unused to writing for middle-aged characters in Homestuck terms, et cetera, but again, I’m only here to relay anything with plot impact or SERIOUS perspective on how we should / the authors are viewing this.  The rest stays behind the paywall for whichever of you all think it’s worth $20, I don’t really have a choice.  At least now I know why there was no one to tell me what details were actually BEHIND the paywall.  Seriously, that’s steep.

Speaking of how stylized the commentary is here, I can get why some might read it and view the authors as slightly callous -- I’m giving them PLENTY of benefit of the doubt, though.  Andrew was FAR from callous and he hurt us worse out of love of artistic intent with the Epilogues than the HS^2 folks could EVER hurt us.  Real Dirk-like, actually.  Dirk is practically half of a self-insert, as we well know.  No wonder Andrew thought the right thing to do was to take his hands off the story, what with Dirk’s villainous action being putting his own hands ON the story.

We like to make fun of Jake English as much as the next guy, but he probably is actually pretty good at “doing things” if the need arises. 

Mhmm; there are some jibes at how screwed up Jake has made his life, but I don’t believe these authors actually disrespect Jake at all.  He was dealt a bad hand by the story leading up to this point (quite INTENTIONALLY by Dirk’s narrative control in the Epilogues, too) and HS^2 and its bonuses so far have been exploring the heap of merits and potential he’s still got in him.

It’s kind of sweet how he wants to clean out his ecto-son’s house, even if most of that is to prevent the slow creep of mounting existential dread and narrative relevance. 

Huh.  So they think Jake can sort of feel that narrative relevance is seeping in around him, to him?  That’s not out of the question at all.

Continuing... they’re going on a bit about the same sort of things I mentioned about their choices in detail or detail-less-ness when depicting people in this new format, considering ages and the paired text descriptions and such.  That’s the sort of thing you’d traditionally want to pony up for commentary for, so rest assured that all that IS in their commentary posts if you want to do that.  I’m kind of extracting the plot stuff out of the paywall just on principle.

A lot of making this comic--and every other comic ever--is trying to convey as much information with as little space as possible.

Quite so.

From this conversation we find out a couple things. 1) that Brain Ghost Dirk knows about Ultimate Dirk, and he thinks he’s a dickhead. 2) Brain Ghost Dirk knows who Jeff Bezos is, and Jake doesn’t. This could be a sign of a couple things, all of which are probably stupid. 

This is ALSO what I came here for:  Legitimate “don’t worry about it” handwaves about stuff that shouldn’t matter to us.  I never ascribed the slightest bit of relevance or inference to BGDirk making a Jeff Bezos reference, and I’m glad I was completely justified in ignoring it.  So far I agree with this probably-plural-but-acting-like-a-singular author’s train of thought.

Come to think of it, it’s maybe strange that in this Cool Future Earth where all of our characters are rich as hell, none of them have bothered to have any sort of corrective eye surgery. Jane, Jake, John, and Jade all still wear glasses. I guess they do have “signature looks” to maintain in regards to their brand. 

I had to include this, I was legitimately curious.  Understood it was probably an artistic decision to stay on-brand a fair bit -- and losing glasses even temporarily has a lot of thematic significance whenever it happens in Homestuck Proper -- but it’s nice to have some confirmation that this was the understandable rationale behind the choice.

Here we find out what Dirk thinks about Jake’s behavior of the last few years. In other words, we find out what Jake thinks about Jake’s behavior over the last few years. [...]

[Brain Ghost] Dirk is manipulating Jake here, but he isn’t actually saying anything demonstrably untrue. 

Again, most of this was obvious at the time, but it’s nice to have authorial confirmation on what was being brought across as per the strange divide between Brain Ghost Dirk’s independent will and his mostly-part-of-Jake status.

Seriously though, shoutout to the conceit that god tiers can just fly endlessly, with no visible effort. It’s a really excellent form of narrative shortcut that fits perfectly into the bonkers vibe of earth c as a whole. Oh there goes one of the Creators, just flying over the Wal-Mart like an asshole. 

You know... who IS doing the commentary here?  One of the authors, all of them?  One of the artists??  This really is a COLLABORATIVE effort between the authors and artists involved here, I think, and it shows in their clear surprise and appreciation for each others’ work that only settles into a full understanding instead of just knowing what one intended off the bat.

It calls into question exactly how much of the Condesce’s mind control was actually mind control at all, and how much was just a lowering of inhibitions. 

Right, right.

We see Jane greeting Jake here with open arms, which makes you wonder exactly what is going on here. If you’ll remember from Candy, Jane has already served Jake divorce papers. A mystery in need of solving, for sure. 

HERE we go!  This is the potential plothole we were concerned about that got me alerted that the commentary had something to add in the first place.  John mentioned toward the trail-end of the Candy epilogues that divorce papers had shown up for Jake.  (And we also saw an HS^2 update ago or so that Jane hadn’t actually KNOWN Tavros was “awol” at all until he was literally a part of this whole clowncorpse logistics business.)  So in light of what this post continues to say:

It could be that Jane has put aside the nasty business of their divorce in order to have a strong chest to cry on. Can’t really say I blame her. Jake English has many flaws but he does seem like a good person to drape yourself across and really let loose on. And without Gamzee there, Jane needs another punching bag. 

...it all finally fits as pretty logically consistent, although the author is being deliberately coy in a way that leaves it open for more to be revealed later about exactly how this is happening.  Good!  No obvious plotholes in HS^2 (yet).  That’s an honest relief.  The more often they have something in mind where I’d previously worried they’d screwed up, the more often I can give them credit and speculate properly on those gaps in story-logic expecting something there, like we so often got to with Andrew before the retconsplit made even THAT kinda fucky.

If you’ve ever had a friend or family member go evil, you’ll know that one of the hardest parts is there’s always still elements of them that you like.

I can definitely say that from nearly personal experience.

Also, at this point in the story there is no lingering doubt that Jake and Dirk have had a sexual relationship. There’s a familiarity there that wasn’t around when they were teens. 

I assumed so, but I guess I never thought ABOUT how I assumed so.  Huh.

Do any of the creators have a moral leg to stand on if all they’re doing is curling up into a ball and hoping the world gets better without them? Actually, does anyone have a moral leg to stand on if they do that? 

Almost Riddley, there.

These posts are certainly interesting!  Steeply priced for what they are, but interesting.  Moving on to the second of four so far... this one’s about Catnapped Part 1.

Taking over Earth C's business world certainly would have required rubbing shoulders with the already-powerful on the planet.

--yep, which I never doubted even when brought up in the Epilogues is a large part of her supply-side government views.

Ah, looks like the bonus commentary is a good deal shorter!  But that bonus section was a good deal shorter than the story section covered earlier too, so.

On to the next one, for Clown Logistics.

Page 58: If you love Vriskas, i hope you enjoy more Vriska content. If you hate Vriskas, well. Here is another one that is kind of different. Feel free to contemplate nature vs nurture and how best to apply this dichotomy toward emoting about the vriskas of your choice how you see fit.

I’m starting to really enjoy this author commentary.

Tavros being named Tavros sure was a decision. Go back and reread the commentary for panel 58 but stop before the nature/nurture thing, since they are not clones, or even the same species. They just have the same name, which, in this universe, means you at least type kind of the same.

Hmhmm.

Page 65:  Sometimes you try and come up with something to say about a page, and you cannot, and so you wait 8 hours, and go see Knives Out, and then you have 2 white russians, and then you still can’t come up with anything to say, but oh well! Commentary needs writing. Tavros is experiencing an emotion here.

Now THAT’s a mood.  I gotta go see Knives Out sometime soon.

...Alright, I can see why some people think MAAAAYBE this author might be being a little disrespectful to the audience, but if they’re going based on THIS, I don’t have a clue what they’re talking about.  This comment could have come from Andrew’s fingertips any day of the week!!!  I honestly wouldn’t WANT replacement authors who couldn’ comment like this in there for a page in paid commentary, especially in a lighter section of the story that doesn't need too much said about it.

And I paid $20 for this shit.

...Continuing, I’m loving all this commentary on Harry Anderson.  Representative excerpt:

Again, direct your eyes toward the boy. What a fucking asshole. 

...these commentaries are honestly improving my mood!  I didn’t expect that, really.

Ah, I didn’t even notice that the flying cars appear to be self-driving.  I think maybe the back of my mind MIGHT have noticed but only a bit.

Referring to the corpse-carry crew:

Page 82: Pokedex entry for Magneton in Pokemon Sun: When three Magnemite link together, their brains also become one. They do not become three times more intelligent.

Ain’t THAT a mood.

(...I just had an internal “Wait, am I using that right, it being a “mood”?  Isn’t that the hip new term, how do I have any right to latch onto that however much I feel it?  Ohhh gosh I’m so fucking old” moment.)

It’s clear from the commentator’s complaints that the crew never viewed this commentary ALONE as worth upping the pledge to $20, but that’s... not quite a bad thing?  I think it’d have been more disrespectful to think that they COULD make the commentary worth that.  I doubt there’s a single person on their team who feels quite right about the business model (besides the artists they have plenty of context to know how deserving they are of a living goddamn wage), but it’s what they have to live with and go with, here.  I feel weird for honestly understanding ‘em, and more than slightly pitying for how many people will look at all this and read “these assholes don’t care about us”.  I really can’t think that’s anywhere CLOSE to true from this without more context.  (And I really DON’T want more context, don’t send me any.  I’ve got to read HS^2 and I’m enjoying reading it so far so let me keep enjoying it please.  Background drama details make me nauseous, DON’T give me any if there is any (which I wouldn’t know about in the first place beyond an opinionated friend or two dropping hints in a bad mood).)

Did you know there are people who I’ve seen honestly believing “Undertale is pretty good but the creator is an arrogant asshole”?????

Because they saw his tweet about the game score passing Kojima’s MGSV on metacritic briefly and misinterpreted his wide-eyed disbelief, disbelief honed to nervous laughter to maintain sanity by Toby’s insecurity about his unprofessional work and work product???  They thought he was SERIOUS without any of the context of the usual insincere little dog persona they should’ve read into the game of his they played??

Awh man.  That just ticks me off.

Anyway where were we.

Page 91: This is a flashback so I didn’t write this one, which means I thankfully don’t have to say anything about it. 

Wait.  What?

Are they trading off writers between chapters, or...?  Hm.

Whatever they’re doing, it fits together pretty darn well SO far.

Alright, that finishes that off, time for the last commentary post on the second bonus update.

I don't know if you noticed, but everything is terrible right now. And I don't mean just in Homestuck's dumb fake earth. I mean in our dumb real earth.

Now that’s a mood.

I've been playing a lot of Death Stranding recently. Basically any media that you're making in 2019 has to either address what's going on around us or come off sanitized, sterilized, with its head in the sand. Kojima offers a simple power fantasy: Through Norman Reedus's sweaty, urine-filled labor, the things that divide us can be banished. America can be unified again.

Now THAT is a god damned MOOD.

The author(?) goes in about why this is happening, why Jane is being confronted this way, why she IS this way, et cetera.

Privilege, safety, and inherited wealth do funny things to the brain. People justify to themselves why they have what they have. If you have enough for long enough, you start to convince yourself you deserve it.

That’s one of the biggest goddamn reasons for the inequality and political landscape we have today IRL, yeah.

She saw a new world and chose, simply, to replicate the power structures of the 21st-century America she was raised in. Boardrooms, power pantsuits, formality and professionalism.

Jane's favorite comic, a noir-detective drama steeped in the pop-cultural trappings of pulp Americana, reflects this mindset.

So, our catgirl Seer of Light takes us through the looking glass, and we get to see an old friend.

Hm!

Nothing really to say, I just had to share this fitting context the author is giving.  How things fit together even better than they seemed to, and this was all far from random.

I feel warmly ensconced in the womb of nostalgia, gently cradled on Norman Reedus's chest.

Pffffffff

Yep, more of what we already surmised and appreciated, how Swifer and Cliper were giving us some much needed perspective... the commentary post even has little traditional-Homestuck sprites for ‘em.

And... that’s it for the commentary so far!  Again, I enjoyed all that more than I expected.  $20 doesn’t sting for me as much as it does for others in general, but it stung a lot less after I was through reading all that honestly somewhat-entertaining stuff confirming a lot of the insights I’d thought the plot was having.

I’ll probably wait to check for further commentary posts until like... after bonus updates come out, in the future, and then just blog about whatever I’m not caught up on.  Sound fair?  I’m going to blog as often as a real or bonus upd8 comes out, but I’m not going to pop in more often than that for my own sanity’s sake.  Have a good MLK weekend, y’all.  :)

[eatsleepandsupernatural]

The Strip Club and The Wife

Request: Could you write a 2 part kinda Sam imagine where Sam's future wife works at a strip club and the first time Sam and Dean come into the strip club she is dancing to nasty naughty boy by Christina Aguilera and two years later the reader and Sam are married and it's there 1st anniversary so she dances to that same song and gives him a lap dance?  

Warnings: 18+, Abuse, a little smutty

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Request: Could you write a 2 part kinda Sam imagine where Sam's future wife works at a strip club and the first time Sam and Dean come into the strip club she is dancing to nasty naughty boy by Christina Aguilera and two years later the reader and Sam are married and it's there 1st anniversary so she dances to that same song and gives him a lap dance?  

Warnings: 18+, Abuse, a little smutty

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

You arrived at Busty Ladies ten minutes before your shift, filled with dread. You walked into the back of that building with the plan of quitting after you had finished working, fed up over the way the staff treated you and your fellow dancers—more than once you had gone home with a bruise or two.   You made your way to the girl's locker room to get changed into the skimpy outfit they had laid out for you. The locker room smelt of a mixture of sweat and body spray, and like every other time you entered you gagged. 

  There was only one other person in the small, dank room, sitting on the dirty benches, lacing up her heels.   "Hey, Margie, how you doing?" You don't typically share your real names with other dancers, but you and Margie had it especially rough, and you leaned on each other for support.   "Yeah, I'm okay. I've been better. Joseph was around when I arrived." She told you, standing up and wrapping her arms around herself. Margie was wearing a USA flag lingerie set, and all you wanted to do was wrap her up in a blanket and take her home.   "Did he hurt you?" You asked, turning away to put on your own terrible outfit: a flimsy black g-string and matching bra.   "Not this time." She replied quietly as the door to the stage opened and 'Jasmine' walked in, glistening in a sheen of sweat.   "It's busy out there girls. Joseph says you're next on stage 'Crystal', 'Amber', he wants you on the floor serving drinks." She said, giving you a sympathetic look on her way to the showers. You watched her go enviously, wishing it was your shift that was over. You looked down at yourself, and you couldn't help the frustration you felt, the anger that was burning inside you. How could Joseph expect you to walk around serving drinks wearing this?   "I'm quitting tonight, Margie, I just wanted you to know that." You declared brusquely, turning around and leaving her in the locker room.   You had been serving drinks for hours, with men grabbing at your exposed skin, groping your arse and inviting you home to their beds all night. When you glanced at the clock for the tenth time that night, you sighed in relief and didn't hesitate to escape the eyes and hands of the intoxicated dickheads.   Fully dressed and free of make-up, you head back out to the club in search of Joseph. Despite the ache in your feet, you were on a mission to find him and speak your mind. You spied him behind the bar, chatting with one of the bartenders, Greg, you thought his name was.   "Joseph, I need to speak with you." You said, announcing your presence firmly. You had to make it look like you weren't afraid of him, or he would walk all over you.   Joseph slowly turned to face you, his gaze narrowed as he took in your appearance. "Why are you dressed?"   "My shift ended at three, it’s three-thirty. I'm about to go home, but I need to talk with you first." You replied, clenching your fist out of sight.   "Your shift is over when I say it is. Go and get changed, you're out on the floor till close." He said, turning his back to you, signalling the end of the conversation.   "I've already worked fours hours with no break; I'm not doing another three. I came over here to tell you that I quit." You spat, your anger giving you the confidence you didn't know you had.   You watched as Joseph froze, no one ever spoke to him like that and got away with it, but hopefully, this will be the last time you see him.   "Is that right?" He spoke slowly turning to confront you, his face void of any emotion. "See, last I recall, you work for me, you signed a contract. Do you want to know what that contract says?" Joseph moved out from behind the bar and grabbed your arm with a steel grip, "Why don't we go and find out?"   Joseph pulled you towards his office, his grip never loosening, throwing you in roughly. You lost your balance and fell into his desk, the corner hitting you in the side, leaving you gasping for breath.   "No one ever reads the fine print! It's fantastic, I own you, and you didn't even realise it." Joseph chuckled darkly, "You get to work here until I'm tired of you, sweetheart. Isn't that just fabulous news?"   You stood up with a groan at the same time that Joseph placed a document on the desk in front of you. You recognise it immediately as the contract you signed a year ago.   "Have a look on page three, down the bottom."   You eyed him suspiciously but did as your told, not wanting to push his buttons even more.     "I agree to work for Busty Ladies indefinitely or until the holder of this contract decides that I am no longer an asset." Joseph recited, "Wonderfully worded if I do say so myself. The second I saw you, I knew I couldn't let you go." Joseph took the contract from your hands and returned it to a locked cabinet. He spun back around, eyes narrowed, and before you had time to raise your arms in defence, Joseph punched you. You fall back from the force, your burning from the pain.   "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

  "Joseph wants you on the stage in five minutes ‘Amberl'." You hummed in acknowledgment as you continued to apply a second layer of make-up over your cheek.  You were well aware that Joseph was punishing for last nights incident, making you dance with such a terrible injury. You had covered your stomach with make-up before you left home, but that didn't do anything for your constant pain. Joseph had you dressed in the same outfit as the day before, which leads you to assume he had gotten a lot of positive feedback.   With your make-up finished you quickly don your shoes and you took your place behind the curtain to wait for your cue. 'Nasty Naughty Boy' by Christina Aguilera, your signature song is blasted over the speakers and took a gentle breath before letting your legs take over. You stepped out onto the stage and danced; it was incredibly difficult to remain focussed and ignore the stabbing pain in your side.   You looked out into the crowd below you to find a distraction and your eyes fell on a new face. The man was astonishingly tall; his clothing hid the built figure you were sure he had. His hair was beautiful, ending just below just ears in little flicks, emphasising the sharpness of his strong jaw. The man looked uncomfortable in his surroundings, his body tense in contrast to the slightly shorter man he stood next to who looked overly comfortable. You watched him as he watched you, his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to read your thoughts. His eyes widened when he noticed your eyes on him, and his thoughts became apparent when he lifted his arm and pointed to his side and then to his face.   "Are you alright?" He mouthed.   You almost froze on the spot, and you had to avert your eyes from him before you started crying. How on earth could he tell from such a far distance? When the song finished, you left the stage as gracefully as possible. Joseph was leaning against the wall, waiting for you with a smug smile.   "That was lovely 'Amber', why don't you get changed into the next outfit and have another dance." He proposed with a wink, walking off, his tone implying that is was anything but a suggestion.   You followed is instructions and got changed into an even skimpier two-piece that did nothing to cover anything adequately. You fought back the tears that threatened to fall before making your way back to the stage. As you waited for your cue, you peeped out through the curtain surprised to see the man from before had come closer to the stage, tapping his foot and looking around impatiently. The man next to him said something that frustrated him because he snapped back, and the shorter man raised his hands in surrender.  You strain to hear what they were saying and were able to catch something the taller man said before the music started to play.   "I think she's hurt, Dean, what if she's in trouble?"   You danced as well as you could to some Shakira song, the two men's eyes' never left you, following your every move. The shorter one, no longer as comfortable as before, having picked up on your injuries. You frowned at them, this could only lead to trouble, and you didn't need more problems than you already have.   Joseph kept you dancing all night, outfit change after outfit change, dance after dance; those men didn't move from the spot near the edge of the stage. When you were finally allowed a break, you hobbled your way over to get a drink of soda water from 'maybe Greg'.   "Your boss sure is making you work hard." A voice piped up behind you.   You knew it was one of the two men and you had to stop this before it started. With your soda water in hand, you swung around to face them, ready to tell them off for being creeps, but the genuine concern stopped you short.   "Look, I can't do this, it's not worth it. I appreciate the concern, but I got myself into this mess, I can deal with it on my own." You assured them quietly.   "So he is hurting you?" You met the taller man's eyes; his voice was as gentle as his demeanour, and even though you knew you could trust him, you knew they couldn't do anything.   "I didn't say that." You retorted.   "You didn't have to." He looked over at his friend briefly, who nodded at him to continue. "Look, let us help you and your friends. No one deserves to be treated this way."   You sighed, not wanting to say no, but knowing you couldn't say yes.   "My break is about to finish; I'm sorry I can't keep talking to you about this."   "If you go back up there, you'll cause permanent damage; you should be at home resting." The shorter man, the one the taller man called Dean, insisted.   "Then I'll cause permanent damage; I don't have a choice. See you around, boys." You walked away from them downing your soda water in one mouthful, embracing the burn that it left in your throat.   You were back up on the stage and dancing in under five minutes, and you noticed that the two men had not returned to watch you straight away. A mixture of emotions bombarded you; regret, anger and shame. It was then that you noticed the men talking to Joseph, both of them holding up badges. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see more, as a nervous Joseph led them to his office and out of view. You danced the length of the song, anxious of what was occurring in Joseph's office. When you were done, you rushed off the stage to a quiet corner so you could attempt to control your breathing.     "FBI, this business is abusing their workers and participates in Human Trafficking. We are shutting it down, and everyone is to vacate the property immediately." You heard the sounds of chairs scraping as people hurriedly got up and left.  You walked out to find Joseph sitting in a chair in handcuffs, your fellow dancers standing around watching in awe as these two men questioned the staff.   "It was just Joseph, the security guys and bartenders didn't know." You said from where you stood.     Everyone whipped around, startled at the sound of your voice. Dean nodded in acknowledgement and let the staff off with a warning.   "Alright, the police are on their way, they'll make sure you all get sorted. We have somewhere else to be. Right, Sam?"   "Right," he nodded, making his way towards where you were standing.   "Look, I'm not going to apologise for ignoring you, because now all these people are safe. I'd like to take you on a date if that's okay?"   "What? Right now?" You asked, shocked.   "Yeah, figured you might need a distraction."   You narrowed your eyes at him, but agreed, he looked so genuine.   "Alright then, lead the way."   You were led to the back seat of a very sleek black car and helped inside.   "Nice car." You muttered in acknowledgment.   "Yeah, she's a beauty." Dean smiled, rubbing the dashboard with love.   "So, who are you?" You asked, setting into the backseat.   "Well, I'm Sam Winchester, that's my brother Dean."     "Okay, and where are we going for this date?" Despite your exhaustion, you were excited to learn more about this Sam character.   "You'll see."   It was when you arrived at the location of your date that you decided this guy was one of a kind. You looked up at the building in disgust, and you met Sam's gaze hoping he could see just how unimpressed you were.   "Don't be mad; you need to be checked out. I wasn't lying about the date. It's just that this comes first." He spoke firmly.   "Damn you", You cried, opening the door forcefully. "You better work hard for that second date."

Two Years Later

   You leant down to buckle up your shoes, knowing Sam was probably already dressed and waiting in the living, you didn't dawdle. Today was your first wedding anniversary, and Sam had plans to take you to dinner.

   "You look stunning," Sam said as you waltzed into the living room. He was in a navy blue shirt and jacket that made him look extra scrumptious.

   "Speak for yourself." You replied, "Shall we go?"

   You got home from dinner a few hours later, full of delicious food that you'll never forget the taste of. Sam sat down in the lounge room with a sigh, just as you anticipated, giving you the chance you needed.

   "I'll be back in one second honey, I just need to freshen up." You placed your handbag down on the hallway table after removing your phone and angle yourself towards your bedroom.

   "Take all the time you need, I'll have a look through the movies, see what's good."

   You hurriedly made your way to the back of the closet where you had hidden the outfit for this very occasion. Getting dressed was harder than you remember, and you had to work out which strap went where. Leaving your heels on, you grabbed your phone, ready to press play when you would still be hidden.

   The song echoed off the walls as you slowly made your way towards your husband.

   "Honey? What's with the music?" Sam called out from the couch just as you turned the corner. "What are you doing?" He asked, trying to fight back a smile.

   You turned your back to him and slowly leaning forward, shoving your bum in his face. You pushed his legs apart and dipped down to rub along his crotch.

   "Happy anniversary", You responded huskily.

[ghostofviperwrites]

Stuck Up

Requested by @littlebluespoon – see?  I told you Despy was perfectly fine

Pairing:  El Desperado/FC

Category:   Smut

Warnings:  Smut, language, reluctance, leash play, exhibitionism

6.            Get your fucking hands off of me and 8. Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?

You really couldn’t stand him.  The uncouth vermin.   How dare he speak to you like that?  Like you were trash.  You felt like you needed a shower after just being in his presence.  He made you feel dirty just by the way he looked at you.   El Desperado. You thought his name with a sneer.   In fact you didn’t know why you were even thinking about him still.  He wasn’t worth your time or energy.   As if you would ever date a wrestler.   Nasty sweaty men who beat on each other for a living. No thank you.  

Of course he hadn’t exactly suggested dating you. No the man went beyond the levels of common decency and had the audacity to invite you to suck his dick in the bathroom.   You shuddered at the thought.   You were a lady you did not fellate strangers in restrooms.  You didn’t fellate people you knew in restrooms.   How unprofessional.  You were a visitor in his place of employment.  The last thing he should be doing is propositioning you.  

Hearing a ruckus your head turned towards the commotion, frowning as you saw him surrounding by a group of individuals who looked about as sanitary as he did.  As if feeling your eyes on them he looked in your direction, saying something that caused the entire group to laugh uproariously.   His mask was another source of consternation for you, blocking you from viewing his expressions and getting a read on him.   What kind of man walks around wearing a mask anyways? You scoffed internally.  Pointedly you raised your nose in the air and turned your gaze away from them.  The sooner you got out of here the better.  You checked your wrist watch for the time, wondering how much longer your boss was going to be in this meeting.   You wondered why you were even here.  He obviously didn’t need you since he had left you sitting in the hallway since you had arrived.  

Of course the source of your consternation decided to take up residence with his group of thugs directly across the room from you.   Within five minutes their crude behavior had turned your stomach.  You could only sit here for so long and ignore the disgusting things they were saying about you.   With a loud huff of annoyance you made sure they heard, you gathered your purse and strode purposefully from the common area.   You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to get away from that man.   If your boss needed you, he could call your cell phone.  

It wasn’t until you had been aimlessly wandering for almost ten minutes that you realized you were hopelessly lost.  The arena didn’t look nearly this big for the outside, but you had twisted and turned so many times you didn’t know which way was which.  Muttering under your breath you turned back the way you had just come hoping to find something familiar to lead you back.  You weren’t paying attention as you rounded the corner and bumped into the chest of the man you held solely responsible for your current situation.  

“You!” You said angrily, brushing at your shirt where it had touched him as if he made you dirty.  You backed away from him, moving too quickly and tripping on your heel.  If not for Desperado’s quick hands you would have landed flat on your ass.  

“Get your fucking hands off of me,” You snapped pulling yourself free as if you were scalded.   His rather amused eyes quickly morphed into anger at your behavior.   Up until now Desperado had brushed off his encounter with you.  He had plenty of other pussy to chase, he wasn’t going to waste his time with some that didn’t want him.   But now you had pushed his buttons.  Desperado hated people acting like they were above him, better than him and you carried that attitude in spades.  

“The appropriate response when someone saves your ass is thank you,” Desperado said coldly his fingers clenching as his anger began to fester within him.  

“I wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t lurking in the hallways like a creep.”  You retorted.  “Now get out of my way, I have places to be.”  You moved to push past him only to be stopped by his arm shooting out to brace against the wall blocking your path.  

“I want a thank you.”  Desperado said firmly.  

“You can shove your thank you where the sun don’t shine asshole.”  You said.  “Now move.”  

Instead of moving out of your way he moved closer, arm leaving the wall as he grab hold of your bicep.  You tried to dig in your heels, cursing at him as he dragged you along until he came about a door labeled with a black and white sign and shoved it open throwing you in ahead of him.   This time when you stumbled he didn’t attempt to catch you, letting you fall forward onto your hands and knees.  Your attempt to rise was stopped by his foot in your back pushing you flat on the ground.  

“Get off you dickhead!” You growled wriggling under his boot in an attempt to get free.      

“Stay down,” He warned, pressing down on your back before removing his foot and coming to kneel in front of your face.  “Stuck up little bitch.  Look at you know, on the ground for me.”  

“I’m not on the ground for you,” You spat back pushing up on your arms only for him to knock them out from under you with a swipe of his hand.  

“You don’t listen very well.”  He growled and you hated to admit it, but his deep voice was affecting you in ways you didn’t like. Desperado rose to his feet and walked out of your line of vision.  “Let me show you what I do to those who don’t listen.”  

He was away from you, yet you made no move to rise again.  You didn’t know why you stayed, but a part of you wanted to see what he was going to do.  You didn’t have to wait long as you felt him above you, a foot on each side of your waist as he knelt over your prone body.   Your struggling resumed when a thick black collar as attached to your neck and tightened uncomfortably and the click of a leash being attached soon followed.   Desperado pulled back on the leash, arching your back uncomfortably.

“You’re going to act like a bitch, then I’m going to treat you like one.”  Desperado said his hand snaking around to the front of your chest and grabbing your tit, squeezing it painfully.  Only…only you didn’t hate it.  The movement sent shivers of pleasure through you, in ways you never would have thought and you couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure you released.  You knew he heard it too, his hand freezing and a dirty chuckle filling the locker room air.  “That’s how it is huh?”  He laughed.  “This is how I have to treat you to get your attention?”   Rising to his feet Desperado pulled you up by the leash until you were on your knees coming to stand in front of you.

“Remember what I asked you to do earlier?”  Desperado asked and you nodded your head, eyes focusing on the bulge in his wrestling tights.   “Go ahead.”  Your hands moved before you even gave them permission to, eagerly tugging at his tights to free his cock, the leash at your neck spurring you on.   Your hands stroked his thickness, running over the tip and squeezing it and twisting around him until he pulled you forward by the leash making you take him into your mouth.  

“I much prefer you like this.  Mouth full of dick so you can’t be a cunt.”  Desperado said, winding the leash in his hand to hold you with him buried all the way in your throat.   You struggled through your gagging, feeling spit dripping from your lips gasping when he finally released you and let you pull him from your mouth.  As soon as you had enough air you took him right back in your mouth, running your tongue over his tip and down his length.  Sucking him back into your mouth you bobbed along his length using your tongue and sucking hard as you looked up into his eyes for approval.  

When the door opened behind you, you reflexively tried to pull off Desperado, getting stopped by him yanking you back onto his cock by the leash.

“So this is where you got off too,”   A voice said and you closed your eyes, feeling your face burn in humiliation.  At least four other voices filled the room, crudely making comments as the filtered in.  

“Don’t stop, you’re not done until I tell you that you are,” Desperado said giving a tug on the leash in command to keep sucking him.   You tried to ignore the men in the room, sucking Desperado into your throat and trying to pretend you weren’t getting wetter by the second at the thought of being watched while you pleasured Desperado.  

“Fucking stuck up bitch doesn’t seem so snotty now.”  A deep voice said making laughter erupt once again.  “Guess you just had to put her in her place.”    

Pulling you off him, Desperado pulled you to your feet and you glanced around the room furtively seeing both members of K.E.S., Taka and Taichi were your audience. You quickly lowered your eyes, squeezing your thighs together as Desperado yanked your skirt up over your hips, baring your panties to their view.  

“Take ‘em off,” Desperado growled in your ear.  Despite your embarrassment you were quick to obey, pushing your black lace panties down your legs and letting them pool at your feet.   His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your slit and discovering just how wet you were.   You moaned as his fingers pushed inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit as he held you against his body, your hips pushed you into his hand, seeking more friction as the heat built in your stomach.   He tugged on the leash, pulling you tighter against you his body and you cried out as you spasmed around his hand, chasing your climax unit he pulled out leaving you just short of cumming and making you whine in protest.  

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”  Desperado asked, his voice deep in your ear as he bit down on your lobe.  

“Yes.”  You said quietly, making him ask again.  

“Louder, so they can hear you.  Tell me.”  Desperado demanded rubbing his fingers slowly over your pussy, keeping you excited but not enough to give you the orgasm you desperately sought.

“Fuck me please.  While they’re watching.”  You gasped out quickly finding yourself drug over to a chair where Desperado sat down telling you to mount him.  You tried not to think how exposed you were as you straddled his lap, lowering yourself onto his cock with a sigh of contentment and began moving up and down him as his fingers moved to your pussy and began playing with your slit.

“Come for me.  Soak my cock.”  Desperado told you as you quickened your pace his fingers pinching and pulling at your clit, making you pant heavily your hips rolling as you bounced on his dick.   You shuddered around him, thighs shaking as you came with a loud cry your fingernails sinking into his shoulders as his hands moved to your hips and he began thrusting up into you his movements quickening as his own orgasm approached, slamming you down on his hips as he came, filling you with his hot seed.  

Desperado immediately pulled you off his lap by the leash, making you kneel between his legs.  

“You still owe me a thank you for earlier.  Clean me nice and good and I’ll call it even.  Don’t and I’m gonna make you bend over and let all of them fuck you too.”   He warned. You don’t know what came over you, later you might plead temporary insanity, but you looked over your shoulder at the men who had just watched you fuck Desperado before turning back to look him right in the eyes.

“No.”  You said firmly with an impish smile, daring him to follow through on his threat.    

[imagine-that-100]

Conversation | Part 3 |

Description of Part 1: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You are a photographer, who lives in Manchester, that’s trying to make it down to London for your latest job. Your hectic morning leaves seconds to catch your train and luckily for you the 2 hour journey goes a lot faster when you have someone to make conversation with.

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: So this is very long but I promise you it will be worth the read. Got a little drama in this part and I hope you all enjoy it. If you don’t understand any of the slang I’ve used I apologise and just message me if you are like wtf. I’d love some feedback and message me if you want to be tagged! Hope you all enjoy, love you x

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After meeting your one of your favourite celebrities and your extravagant weekend away, your life quickly turned back to normal. You spent Monday in bed chilling out, managing to binge a new Netflix series and devour and a mountain of crisps and chocolate as you hibernated. You’d sent the ballet pictures off to your employer and they had thanked you and paid you generously which you were thrilled by.

On Tuesday morning, your best friend came around and let herself into your room waking you up at 10am. Something which you made you, again, regret ever giving her a key. Her excuse for waking you up was that she needed her dose of gossip that you promised her after she told you about Matty’s picture on Sunday night.

She made you tell her everything about the train journey home and you spared no detail. The more you thought about it the giddier you got because it was Matty fucking Healy after all, and you’d spent nearly 5 hours with the man.

You showed her all the pictures that he’d taken of the two of you and you couldn’t help but reminisce about your time with him. Apart from all the innuendos, he was a perfect gentleman and you and your bestie were giggling like school girls again over him. 

You absolutely adored the photos of you both. Your favourite was the one with his arm around you and he was kissing your temple.

Unfortunately, you couldn't stay all day with her and fangirl. You had to get up and go to work.

Reality was summoning you and you weren't impressed. You liked your bed too much to want to leave it. 

You walked into the dark bar wearing your black converse, leather leggings and a checked, red and black shirt. The bar was thankfully very lenient with its staff members and there wasn’t a strict uniform policy.

Choosing to reflect your mood, you wore dark eyeshadow with black lipstick and silently prayed no one would bother you on your first shift back. Some of your customers could be a little too forward with you sometimes because of the way you dressed.

Some of the things they described you as made you laugh sometimes because of how stupid they were. Apparently your ‘edgy’ look was hot and made you extremely fuckable.

Thankfully, you could handle them as your ‘edgy’ appearance matched your passive aggressive personality. You didn’t take shit from anyone. 

That was another thing you liked about working in the bar, your manager told you that if someone was rude to you, you could tell them to fuck off. The only other pro to working there was that the creeps that you served often tipped well.

You were doing a 6-12 shift and the evening started off alright but at 10 you could feel a someone’s eyes fixated on you. Looking down the bar you see a guy staring at you. He looked slightly older than you and he was sitting alone at the corner of the bar.

You went over to him when he asked for another pint, you politely served him as he wasn’t drunk enough for you to kick him out. As the night progressed you learnt that his name was Ryan and he was sitting alone in here because all of his mates were out with their ‘significant others’ as he called them.

It was clear that he was looking for someone to join him back at his place. It was quite sad yet funny watching as he’d start conversations with a few of the women in the bar.

You and your colleague were just watching, trying your best to retain your giggles. The women he chatted up entertained him for a few minutes before returning to their previous conversations.

However, due to the guys bad luck with the ladies, you were the only female left in the bar that he hadn't tried anything with yet. But something told you wouldn't make it out unscathed. 

You watched as Ryan returned to the corner of the bar and started wallowing in self-pity, whilst nursing his third pint. You just pay him no attention whilst you start drying the freshly washed glasses, polishing she glass was more interesting than the boring man at the end of the bar.

Your work friend Alec, who also happened to be your manager, informed you that Ryan was once again staring at you. You roll your eyes at this, you really couldn't be arsed with horny men looking at you in hopes for a good time.

Alec knew this, so he pleaded with you to stay away from him and leave him to serve the guy. However, you didn’t like to let them beat you, or you would be cowering in the back most of the time.

Alex was like your brother and you loved him with all your heart, but he was very protective over you. You didn’t plan to leave your side of the bar so you insisted you’d be fine. 

When you eventually went back over to Ryan, you made a little effort to chat to the poor man. In truth, it was just because you felt sorry for the man who had messy blonde hair and big bags under his eyes. 

If you were completely honest, you’d say he looked like a hopeless cause, as if he’d lost his ambition in life.

“Are you okay over here?” You say to him politely wiping the bar down near where he drank.

“Good as I can be” He tells you in a deep voice and he coughed to clear his throat. 

You looked into his blue eyes and he downed the rest of his lager, as if to impress you. You kept a blank face as you went over to get his empty glass.

As you picked it up off the side, Ryan’s hand enclosed around your own causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t suppose you wanna grab a drink after you finish?” He asks you with hopeful eyes and you had to bite your tongue not to say something nasty to him. 

You pull your hand from underneath his, along with the glass and say in the plainest way possible, “Sorry Hun, I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Of course, you do…” You hear him mumble to himself and you have to try and contain a smirk that threatened to take over your features.

“What’s he look like?” Ryan asks curiously, almost as if he wanted to test you. 

“Brown hair, brown eyes” You say instinctively, as you poured the man another pint. 

You just automatically went for your ex’s features. You couldn't really deny that you had a particular type that you typically went for. 

And unfortunately for big boy Ryan, he did not meet your criteria. 

“Is it that guy over there?” Ryan asks gesturing towards Alec and before you could stop yourself you let out a small laugh. 

“God no” You tell him but a second later you bite your tongue.

That lie would have been much easier to keep up. Alec was a good-looking guy with brown curly hair and had the pretty boy brown eyes to complete him.

“Who is he then?” Ryan asks and you shot him a look. 

‘Was this guy real?’ You thought to yourself.

“Do you wanna see a picture or something?” You ask sarcastically, not actually believing he asked. 

Ryan then smirks at you as he takes another mouthful of his drink. After he swallows, he unfortunately opens his mouth again and calls your bluff, “Yeah, I do” 

You look at him blankly for a second, really not believing he had the cheek to question you on it. 

“Well come on then… I’m sure he’s your lock screen or something” Ryan continues, and you had to bite your tongue. 

You hated people trying to get into your business, especially strangers. If you didn’t want to go out someone, you didn’t feel the need to explain.

The fact that you worked in a bar made it difficult because you got the same question almost all the time. If working here for 3 years has taught you anything, it would be that lying just made it easier. 

Saying you had a boyfriend usually left you to get on with the rest of your day without being disturbed. Until the next dickhead came along.

“Home screen actually” You scoff. “Just let me get my phone from the back” You say before you storm off into the back, fighting the urge to throw a punch his way. 

Alec followed you in the back sensing your mood and made you explain what’d happened. You were so angry you couldn’t even look at him, you were just scrolling through your phone as you told him.

“Fucking twenty questions out there won’t take no for a fucking answer, so I said what I usually do, and now he wants proof” You rant.

“You could have just said it was me” Alec says with a little laugh, not minding. 

However, you snap at him, “I know alright. But I need solutions, not you highlighting what I did wrong”

Once you realise your tone, you look up at him with apologetic eyes. Alec was one of the most important people in your life and you didn’t want or mean to be angry at him.

As soon as you looked into his brown eyes, you felt all of your stored anger dissipate and you gave him a hug.

“Sorry” You say. 

It wasn’t Alec’s fault and his comforting arms around you made you feel a whole lot better. 

When he pats your back, Alex releases you and smiles down at you, “It’s okay... Do you need help taking the picture?”

“It’s alright thanks, I’ve got pictures I can use” You say as you scroll through your camera roll. 

You are so relieved when you find the ones of you and Matty in your phone and quickly set your favourite as your home screen. You don’t think you’d ever get tired of looking him kissing your forehead so sweetly. 

When you walk back outside towards Ryan, you are much calmer than you were a few minutes ago. 

“There you go” You show him, and Ryan goes to take your phone off you to have a better look.

However, you pull your phone back so it’s out of his reach and you say, “You can look with your eyes” 

Ryan studies the photo for a second and you watch as his face falls realising the picture is real. He swallows the last of his drink before putting it down on the counter with a thud.

“Yeah whatever… See you on Friday beautiful” Ryan says slipping on his jacket and begins to walk out of the bar. 

As you put your phone away, you raise your middle finger as he leaves without noticing. Unfortunately, he didn’t see you do it.

You were eternally grateful that you had been given Friday off this week so you wouldn’t have to see that piece of shit again. You heard Alec laugh as he watched you flip the guy off and then he comes over to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“What a fucking weirdo. Who tries to pull a girl on a Tuesday night” Alec says and you burst out laughing.

You were so thankful to have a boss like Alec. You’d known him for years and he had supported your photography every step of the way. 

He always gave you time off when you needed it to pursue your dream career and he’s never been anything but supportive towards your ambitions in life. You certainly were lucky to have him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The week flew by and it was Friday morning before you knew it. You’d gotten up early to shower before you went hunting for some scenery to photograph. However, before you made it out of your flat, you got a notification on your photography email saying: Urgent.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight of the notification and read the email quickly.

Dear Miss Y/L/N

We here at Dirty Hit have been recently made aware of your skills and upon review, we have been impressed by your work. Mr Healy has highly recommended you for a job and I would like you to invite you to an informal interview later this afternoon to discuss this further. 

This would be a full time Personal Photographer for a Dirty Hit band. If you are interested, please give me a call as soon as possible on the number below and we can discuss the following details further.

All the best,

Jamie Oborne

You had to re-read the email a few times before what was being offered to you had sunk in. Jamie Oborne was offering you your dream job for a ridiculously good amount of money and you didn’t even have to do anything. 

As soon as your brain flicked back into gear, you called the phone number attached to the email. As the phone rang you held your breath not wanting this to be some kind of practical joke. 

Just as you were about to hang up, a voice on the other end of the line said, “Hello Jamie speaking”.

“Hello Mr Oborne? This is Y/N Y/L/N. I  just received your email regarding a job offer and wanted to find out some more information about the interview you suggested.” You ramble nervously and trying to keep your voice as calm as possible.

You hear shuffling on the other end of the phone and then some voices growing louder until Jamie says, “Excuse me a moment, let me just find a quieter room.” 

You stay silent waiting for him to speak again. You hear a door shut and then Jamie’s voice greets you again.

“Miss Y/L/N, yes, I’m really impressed with your work that I’ve been shown on your social media and wondered if you could meet me to discuss the job offer in further detail at… Say 3pm later on today?”

You look towards the clock in your room and you see that the time is 11:30am. 

“Yes of course, that’s fine with me” You tell him, and Jamie sounds relieved.

“Brilliant, no need to get dressed up for the occasion just bring yourself and we can discuss things further from there” He tells you.

As soon as you finish on the phone with Jamie, you called your best friend. 

“Y/N this better be fucking good, I’ve had point two seconds of sleep” She says, and you screech what just happened to you down the phone.

At one point during your conversation, you’re both just screaming at each other and you feel overwhelmed. You read her the email and she gasped when you told her how much money they were offering you and you still couldn’t believe it.

“You’re going to be The 1975’s fucking photographer, what the actual fuck Y/N/N!” She screams and you try not to smile.  

“It could be one of the smaller bands we don’t know it’s them for sure” You tell her, and she calls bullshit.

“The email said, ‘Mr Healy has recommended you’, from the way he acted with you on the train it’s definitely not going to be for another band you fucking idiot… You’re the 1975’s new photographer.” She tells you and you feel like you’re buzzing with energy. 

You can’t quite believe it.

When you next look at the clock it’s 12:30 and your friend tells you that she will be round at your flat waiting for you after she’s finished getting her stuff together. She says you will be having a 1975 fun filled evening and you don’t ask what she means by that.

You rush off the phone and start getting your shit together. You couldn’t go to a job interview in the baggy clothes you were wearing, no matter how informal Jamie stressed it would be.

You end up wearing black lace up heels with maroon jeans and a black belt. You decide to go for a black top that said ‘Believe’ in small white letters. You tucked it into your jeans to give your figure more definition and you felt really pretty.

You wore natural eye makeup with winged eyeliner and completed your look with a lipstick that matched your jeans. You had never felt so coordinated in your life, and to make everything better, you’d even had the time to straighten your hair.  

You pick up your leather jacket off the back of your chair in your room and slipped it on. You hadn’t touched it since retrieving your charger from in on Sunday and you smile when you feel Matty’s sunglasses in the pocket. 

You left them on your desk to make sure they didn’t get damaged.

You left your flat at 2:30 and you started walking towards the quiet coffee shop that you had agreed to meet in. When you eventually got there, you were 10 minutes early from speed walking because of your nerves. 

You held your phone tightly in your hand as you sipped on your coffee, waiting for him to abruptly cancel, telling you he’d make a mistake and found someone better. You weren't quite sure you hadn't imagined everything so far. 

When the bell to the coffee shop jingled you turned around to face the door and you were greeted with a friendly smile. Jamie wore a plain white top with blue jeans, when his eyes met yours his face lit up, as if relief had flooded his system.

“Y/N I presume” Jamie says walking towards you offering his hand to you. 

You stood up and shook his hand saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Oborne” You offers him a bright smile which he returned.

“Just Jamie is fine…Can I get you something to drink?” He asks and you politely told him that you’d already got yourself one.

“I’m sorry I would have gotten you one as well, but I didn’t know what you liked” You tell him, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry, take a seat and I’ll be with you in just a second” Jamie said as he made his way over to the counter. 

You did as you were told and returned to your seat whilst quickly put your phone away into your jacket pocket.You looked around the shop and tried to take your mind off your elevated heartbeat.

‘Come on Y/N’ You thought, ‘Just get through this and then you’ve made it.’

By the time Jamie has come back over to you with his coffee, you’ve somehow made yourself more nervous and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. But his friendly smile did ease that a little. 

You took a deep breath and Jamie says, “So, it’s lovely to meet you Y/N for a start” 

You smile, “You too”

Jamie clears his throat after taking a sip of his coffee and says, “So in short, I’m offering you the job of being The 1975’s permanent photographer” He tells you and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from letting out a squeal.

“Matty has been messaging me all week about getting in contact with you and when he showed me your Instagram earlier, I was really impressed… I think you have the eye for it and from what Matty was telling me you really know your stuff” He continues and your shocked about Matty being so forward about you.

“He and the band are completely on board with you joining them for their American tour and I think you are a brilliant choice. I’m willing to give you the job if you are interested” Jamie tells you with a smile.

You can feel the shock on your features but quickly ramble, “I’m really, definitely interested… I just have a few questions” and Jamie nods for you to continue. 

You ask him your burning questions and he tells you everything you need to know.

You will be with them most of the time as the position is full time. You’ll be at their Manchester studio, when they aren’t on tour, and continue to take pictures of them. You can edit whilst you are with them as there is apparently plenty of free space.

You didn’t really have to take pictures of them whilst at the studio, it was just in case the opportunity arose, and you didn’t have designated hours to be there. You would be given full credit for all the images you took of the band but Dirty Hit would technically own them. However, you could use them on your own social media pages along with any other images you took.

Whilst on tour you have to get at least 25 images of them per show and to be fully edited and sent to Jamie before the next one so they can be posted on their social media. Not all of them would be used, but Jamie was after a varied range of choice. 

On tour you would be on the bus travelling with them so you were told that you would become very acquainted with them but not too worry because they were all lovely people. There weren’t any rules other than getting the images to Jamie before the next gig, and you needed changing your photography account to a normal one instead of a personal business. 

Jamie said he didn’t want anyone else to snatch your talents away from him and you were shocked by his genuine kindness. Once you’d gone over and agreed on your payment, which was mind blowing, everything seemed to be completely sorted and clarified.

“Brilliant, I’ll have the contract printed later on and you’re welcome to start on Monday” Jamie smiles, shaking your hand to confirm you were his employee.

“Thank you so much” You tell him, genuinely over the moon to be given such an amazing job.

“No, thank you… Just make my boys look good” He laughs, and you tell him that you certainly will do.

“Let me give Matty a call, he’s been waiting for this all day” He says, and you laugh as he taps on his phone and then brings it to his ear.

You obviously hear Jamie’s side of the phone call and you could feel the excitement bubbling though your system. You wanted to cry. You’d gotten your dream job, and best of all it was with your favourite musicians.

As Jamie ended the phone call, he looked towards you and smiles. “Looks like he’s eager to get the other lads to meet you, he wants me to bring you back to the studio, if you’re okay with that?” He says and you nod, smiling at him.

“Yeah, of course I am” You tell him, and you finish the last of your drinks whilst you wait for the taxi Jamie called for you both.

You tell Jamie about yourself as you wait and when in the taxi, he asks you how well you know the band and you delve into your history of The 1975. He seems pleased that you have been a fan for so many years and he tells you about his experiences with them.

When the car comes to a stop, you get out and follow Jamie inside. You realise that it’s relatively close to the bar where you currently work and mentally note that you need to speak to Alec as soon as possible. 

You needed to quit because the money that you were going to get off Dirty Hit per month was almost 3 months wages that you’re currently on at the bar. That and you didn’t want to be editing all day and then working in a bar at night. 

When Jamie gets to the reception, he tells the receptionist that he’s going to need another key card for you to use to allow yourself in and out when you please. The receptionist quickly takes your pictures and tells you that she will have it sent up within the next half hour.

Jamie seems pleased with the interaction and you both step into the lift. He presses the button for the 8th floor and he keeps light conversation with you, never letting things get awkward which makes you feel at ease in the new surroundings.

As the lift doors bing open, you walk to end of the corridor and Jamie swipes his pass through the handle on the final door. Once the light changes from red to green he pushes the door open and you’re greeted with a rush of warm air. You hear music playing from somewhere and look around.

The studio was huge, the band basically had a whole floor to themselves. You saw a recording booth at the far end of the room, which you could see held a drum kit, sofas, and a bunch of instruments and microphones. That was separated by a wall with a huge glass window in between and on your side of the wall was the huge mixing desk with 4 different monitors at either end of it.

You could see George sat with his back to you watching the screens whilst Ross and Adam were in the recording booth. From what you could tell it looked like they were setting up something.

Just in front of you were three sofas that congregated around a coffee table and a huge TV on the back wall. There were instruments littered all over the place and you noticed other doors that you would be sure to explore later on.

“She’s here boys” Jamie said when the music went quiet and you smiled as George, Ross, and Adam came over to meet you.

You offer them all a big smile and a hand shake, which they returned, and you then tell them how nice it is to meet them. George has his hair down and was dressed in blue denim jeans with a white top. 

Ross was wearing a black jumper with blue jeans and his hair and beard looked pristine. Adam’s blonde hair looked freshly cut and dyed and he was wearing black jeans with a plain white top.

You slip into easy conversation with them all and you were thankful nothing felt forced or awkward. You don’t know how or why, but it felt natural and easy being stood in front of your favourite band.

“Where’s Matty got to?” Jamie asks. 

George nods towards the doors just behind him saying, “He had a headache so he went for a lie down”

“I’ll go get him” Jamie says with a smile and he heads into the rooms. 

Ross picks up conversation with you and you can’t help the smile on your face as you chat to the three men you’ve seen on stage so many times. You tried your best to answer their questions until Jamie came back out with Matty by his side. 

The brunette with the mad curls was rubbing his eyes when he walked out of the other room and you couldn't help but take note of his appearance. 

He’s wearing black jeans with holes at the knees like the last time you’d seen him and a black hoodie with black converse on. His messy curls had fallen onto his face and he quickly ran a hand through it messing it up further.

When Matty’s eye’s connected with your Y/E/C ones, to you it felt like you went numb. Maybe because it felt like he was staring into your soul, but more than likely it was because you felt overwhelmed with gratitude towards him. 

Immediately, a smile made it’s way onto his face and you couldn't keep your grin at bay now. 

However, it immediately drops off your face when Matty smirks, “You brought my fuck buddy back”

You look from Matty, quickly around to the band who didn’t even seem phased by his comment, and then to Jamie. 

You shake your head and tell them seriously, “Definitely not” 

They all just grin at you though. You can tell they must be really used to comments like that as they all didn’t seem to believe him.

When Matty walks towards you, he wraps his arms around your waist. You go to return his hug by wrapping your arms around his neck but then he suddenly picks you up off the ground spinning you.

You let out a little screech and tighten your arms around him, so you don’t fall.

“Put me down now, you fucker” You giggle, and he just laughs down your ear whilst he does what he’s told.

When you’re deposited back on the ground, George comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders, moving you away from Matty. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the psycho over there” He says looking down at you and you smile at him.

God, he was really tall. 

“Thank god for that” You say. 

Jamie tells them how big of a fan you are, and you tell them about the first time you remember hearing Chocolate and how you loved it straight away. You don’t notice the band giving each other knowing looks and you don’t see Matty silently laugh to himself.

After about 10 minutes, your pass to enter the building is delivered up to the door and Jamie collects it for you. After he gives it to you, you clip it on your belt loop along with your flat keys, and then Jamie shakes your hand again and apologises because he has to leave.

“You have my number in case you have any more questions, but I’ll leave you in the very capable hands of the boys. It was a pleasure to meet you Y/N” Jamie says, and you say your goodbyes to him at the door.

Once he’s gone and the door is closed, you turn to Matty who’s grinning at you. You grin back and half run towards him before you stretch your arms out to embrace him.

You hug him tightly, probably for a second too long, and say “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much” into his ear. You feel Matty’s arms tighten around you as you go on, but you genuinely don’t know how to handle yourself at this moment in time.

When you eventually pull away from him, Matty looks into your eyes and he’s about to say something when Ross interrupts you.

“Hey Y/N…” Ross says, and you smile and turn towards him stepping closer to the other boys. “So, we heard what you and your friend got up to once upon a time” Ross grins at you and your face visibly drops. 

You turn towards Matty and send him an evil glare, then you put your hands over your eyes. Embarrassment wasn't even the word.

“Oh my god” You sigh. When you peak at them again you look between the three in front of you and say, “I was like Fifteen okay, I can’t be held responsible for that. My friend is much worse than me I swear… She still has a poster of you up in her room”

“Ooo, makes me wonder what shit you have of us up in your bedroom” Matty says raising his eyebrows suggestively at you. 

You just shake your head and flip two fingers in his direction. The other lads laugh at that before you all take a seat on the settees. 

Adam and Ross sit next to each other and George and Matty take a sofa each. You see Matty pat the seat next to him insisting you join him, but you smirk at him as you take a seat next to George. Matty sends you a death glare and the other guys laugh.

“I fucking love her already” George chuckles and you look at him with bright eyes.

“Awh yes, best buddy George” You say and raise your hand for a high five which he quickly returns.

Childish of you to do, but George likes it. They all certainly needed someone around here to keep them all alive.

You slip into easy conversation with them all and they seem genuinely happy to answer any questions you had. After an hour, you decided it was probably best to let them get back to whatever they were doing before you disturbed them.

“I better leave you guys to it” You say, standing up.

You head to the window to at the beautiful sunset that’s illuminating Manchester in different shades of orange and yellow. It really was stunning, you were glad you lived in such a beautiful city.

“Nah, come and sit down” Matty says sternly, evidently not wanting you to leave. 

“Yeah, tell us about yourself” Ross says, and Adam nods his head.

“Please” George says pats the seat next to him.

“Only if I can see if your hair is as soft as it looks?” You laugh and walk back towards him.

George laughs at that, but he gestures towards his hair and says, “Go for it” 

You laugh and run your fingers through it. It really was quite soft.

“Oh my god, it’s so much better than Matty’s” You say and Matty looks at you, completely offended.

“You’re a fucking liar” Matty states and you laugh take your seat beside George again.

“I’m better in every way” George says nonchalantly in his low voice, and everyone except Matty starts laughing.

When the laughter subsides, Adam says, “So come on Y/N, tell us more about you”

“Erm…” You think for a second. “There’s not much to me really other than photography and music if I’m honest” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“And a hair fetish apparently” Matty adds and the boys laugh. 

You just shrug your shoulders because who doesn’t like messing with someone’s hair. You were certain Matty did. 

“Play any instruments?” George asks and you shake your head disappointed with yourself. 

You also feel slightly conscious that they are all talented and you just work with a camera that anyone could use. It was quite a daunting prospect when you thought about it like that, so you cast your mind away from it. 

“Not unless you count the recorder in Year 2” You joke, before telling them honestly, “I do want to learn how to play guitar at some point though” 

“Oh, she’s a drunk as well” Matty states suddenly and you groan.

“Right…” You say looking between the other boys, feeling the need to explain. “I told him about my Uni days, and he thinks I’m a pisshead… To clarify I only do that now on proper nights out, not every other night anymore”

“Shall we go out tonight?” Ross asks enthusiastically and looks around at you all. 

All of them are now nodding looking very enthusiastic about their new plan. You just watch them like a game of tennis, seeing how all of them reacted to the question.

“Only if we can go to that bar that I’ve been wanting to go in for ages” Adam says, and they all agree either verbally or by nodding their head.

“You up for it Y/N?” Adam asks looking at you hopefully and you shrug your shoulders and nod.

“I’ve not got anything better to do” You smile at him and his face is now beaming. 

He was just as precious as you’d imagined.

“Let’s drink the beers that we have here and then go down then, yeah?” George asks getting up and you all mumble in agreement. 

George goes into one of the rooms that you assume has a kitchen in because he returns with 5 cans of Budweiser that are chilled. You need to prepare yourself to be in the mood for lager, it definitely wasn't your favourite.

You thank him when he gives you yours and you crack it open. You take a sip as it begins to fizz up and release a sigh of relief as the cool liquid travels down your throat.

“I formally apologise now for anything I do tonight… This is your warning, if you insist on getting me completely wankered. Please don’t have me sacked because of my drunken antics” You tell them, and they all laugh drinking their own drinks.

The conversation between you all feels easy and not forced which you’re happy about. They include you in what their talking about and make you feel like a part of their group which you thought was really kind of them, considering you’d just met.

Before you knew it your first can was gone and you get up with George to get the another for each of you. You look towards the doors as you get up and the drummer seems to notice this. 

“Oh yeah, should probably show you around” He says before leading you to the other closed off rooms.

One led to a decent sized kitchen, another led to an office, and the other contained a single bed that led to the bathroom. George told you that they had put a bed in there so if anyone needed a break they could just go and sleep if they wanted to.

Once you got the beers, you accidentally dropped one that was under your arm and George looked at you as he closed fridge. 

“That one can be Matty’s” You smirk, picking it up and he nodded his head in agreement.

“Again, I fucking love you” George says and you laughed as you left the room with 3 of the cans in your hands.

“I know, I’m brilliant” You joke as you head back out. 

You hand Adam and Ross their new cans and put Matty’s on the table because he’s not finished his other one yet. 

You take your seat next to George and crack your new can open when he gives it you and take a drink as if nothing is about to happen. George has taken his phone out and you can see him pretending to type, when in reality he’s got his camera ready to video Matty.

You start chatting to Matty, about nothing in particular, to distract him from the obviously dinted can. George has somehow got Ross and Adam in on it because they also keep Matty talking. 

Every time he looks anywhere near the can, they made him look at something else. They seemed to grab his attention easily which was always good when trying to distract someone. 

You hold your breath when he picks up the can whilst he’s answering Adams question. Upon hearing it crack open though, Matty is met with a spray of lager that goes all over his face and hoodie.  

You and the rest of the boys burst out laughing. You laugh so much that you have tears threatening to spill down your face. The other boys are making it funnier though, because they are cackling loudly. 

You’d never been so thankful you’d drop something in your life.

Matty looked displeased with life which just causes your laughter to increase. You watch as he places the can back down and he lifts the bottom of his tattoo to wipe his face dry. 

You discretely looked at his torso and spotted the ‘We Are Kings’ tattoo disappear beneath his jeans. You love that Drive Like I Do lyric, so it was really mesmerising to see up close.

However, you were brought back to reality when Matty threw his empty can at George, which clipped the back of his head. 

“Hey! It wasn’t me” George exclaims, as he stopped the recording. Matty looked from George to you and you let out a laugh. 

“Fuck you” He says as he begins to drink his other can.

When Matty eventually dries off, you all made your way downstairs and out of the building. You walked next to Adam, talking to him about playing the guitar.

You weren’t really paying attention to where you were headed because Adam had just promised you that he would teach you how to play the guitar whilst you were away with them and you couldn’t wait. You may as well learn from the best if he was offering you his services.

Before you knew it, you were outside the bar that Adam had been wanting to visit and it was coincidently where you work. It was getting quite busy which wasn’t unusual for 7pm on a Friday.

It was usually a lot busier at this time actually. So you all may actually get some seats. 

You didn’t say anything to the boys about you working there because you just wanted to enjoy your night with them. You didn't really want them to think any less of you because you worked in a bar and they were millionaires.

You all went over to the corner of the bar and took up the free stools that were there because all the tables were full. You smiled at some regulars that you saw around, but the bar was quite busy which lead for them to become distracted by others.

You took off your jacket and lay it on the back of your seat. You were sat in between Matty and Ross, whilst Adam and George sat on the other side, creating a sort of L shape. You waited for Alec or someone else who was on tonight to come over to serve you.

“What do you all want then?” You ask. “I’m feeling like a vodka now” You tell them.

All of them say that they fancy a whisky which makes you furrow your eyebrows. You turn to Matty and ask, “Has it started tasting nice now or something?”

Matty chuckles a little at that. His eyes are bright when he replies, “No, but sometimes it’s better when its drowned in coke”

“Could just choose something you like” You say and you point at a bottle of red, “The merlot is quite nice”

“Don’t want to be wine drunk around you just let Love” Matty smiles before George collars him with a different conversation. 

After a few minutes of no one coming over to serve you, you decide to ‘fuck it’ and get up and do it yourself. 

 You slide off your seat and walk round the other boys and lift up the side of the bar which was about a foot away from them. Once behind the bar, you look up at all of them and they are looking at you with shocked faces. 

You get four tumblers from under the bar and line them up in front of them and grab the Jack Daniels from behind you.

“Erm… I don’t think your allowed to be behind there” Adam says, and you look up and smile at him. 

“Don’t worry, I work here” You say as you pour a double into each of the glasses. “Coke?” You ask them, when you look up at them and you see the relief on all their faces.

You finish off their drinks and pour yourself a healthy one as they start sipping on their own. You then ask Matty to pass you your phone from your jacket, wanting to pay for your drinks with your Apple Pay. 

The curly haired brunette happily obliges and takes it out for you as you go over to the till to see how much the drinks are going to cost you.

Once Matty once again has ahold on your phone, he shows it to the other lads. They all watch him as he types in the passcode and they all snigger.

However, their chuckles stop when they see your home screen. Matty turns the device back towards him and he smiles at the memory of him taking the picture. 

He thought it was cute you had it as you home screen, but he was certainly going to bully you for it.

When you come back over with the card machine in your hand, Matty smirks as he turns your phone towards you, and you see the picture.

���Oh my god, that’s a story for you all” You say loudly over the noise of the bar. You tell them all about Ryan as you pay for the drinks with your Apple Pay and how he wouldn’t let it go until you had evidence of your ‘boyfriend’.

“Honestly I’m so glad you took them to prank her. He left after I showed him that” You tell them and Matty looked at you in disbelief.

“What a load of bullshit” Matty says smirking at you. 


“I swear down it happened, I have a witness” You say as you make eye contact with Alec and wave him over. 

You see he’s wearing a short sleeved black top with blue jeans which looked really good on him. You smile at him when he comes closer to you and he hugs you from behind. 

“What’s my favourite employee doing here on her day off” Alec asks before kissing your cheek. 

You lean into him, smiling at his affection as you focus on the receipt coming out of the card machine. Although, that meant that you didn’t see Matty’s face fall.

“I’m here to get pissed and to tell you some awesome news, but I need you to back me up here” You tell him and move out of his grip and stand to the side.

“You remember that guy earlier in the week who wouldn’t leave me alone?” You question him. 

Alec replies, “That Ryan guy?”

“Yeah… Tell them how much of a creep he was” You say gesturing to the guys in front of you as you put the receipt into the till and go back around the other side of the bar and take your seat. 

You tune in as Alec asks you, “Didn’t he say he’d be back tonight?”

“Oh shit, yeah” You say and turn towards Matty. “You better play along if he starts bothering me again” You tell him, and he puts his arm around back, holding onto your waist.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll sort him out” Matty says and you snigger at him, leaning into him slightly.

“What’s the news by the way?” Alec asks you.

“Oh yeah, you know that band I like?” You ask him.

He questions you curiously, “The 1987’s or whatever?”

“Yeah that one…” You giggle to yourself looking around the boys next to you who also seem to be chuckling except for Matty.

“Yeah, well I’m now their new photographer” You say and show him your ID pass.

“Oh my, Y/N this is the best fucking news ever… I’m so happy for you” Alec says leaning over the bar to kiss your cheek again. 

You feel Matty’s grip on your waist tighten for a second but pay no real attention to it. You introduce Alec to them all and Alec insists all the drinks they are getting tonight are on the house.

“Alec no, I’m treating them because they gave me a job” You tell him, and he gives you a stern look.

“Well yours are free so that makes theirs too if you’re getting them” He says then looks towards the band, “Just promise me you’ll take care of her for me” and they all nod and the evening continues on.

Matty’s is still holding onto your waist and it finds its way back there each time you get up to serve them all another drink.

By 9pm you were very drunk, and you were having a really nice night. The guys also seemed to be having a good time and you found yourself admiring how they were together. You could see the love and respect they had for each other and it made your heart warm.

Earlier in the night, they they had made you give them your phone so they could all put their numbers in so you could always be in contact with them. They passed it between each other as you chatted to them about anything that came to your drunken mind.

When Matty entered his number in and sent himself a text, which none of the others seemed to do. When he gave you your phone back though you gave him a dirty look because he had inputted his name as Daddy in your contacts. 

“You’re fucking disgusting” You giggle, which was a common occurrence when you were drunk, and he sticks his tongue back out at you.

As you’re back behind the bar pouring them their 7th double of the night you spot familiar blonde hair walking towards the bar and you freeze. You get all their attention quickly and tell them to play along whilst frantically saying, “That guys here”

They all look at you confused but then you look at Matty dead in the eyes and say, “Play. Along.”

You down the rest of your drink before pouring yourself a new one which was definitely more than a double. The boys laugh when they see you put a lot less coke in than vodka and you take a mouthful before the inevitable takes place.

“Hey Beautiful” Ryan shouts towards you as he sits down 2 foot away from Matty. 

You can tell that he’s already drunk. You roll your eyes at the George and Adam before looking over. 

“Richard, right?” You say, wanting him to piss off. 

You really didn’t want to deal with that bullshit right now. That and drunk you wasn't particularly fond of people like him

“Ryan” He shouts over the noisy room. “Get me a drink Darling” He says moving slightly closer to Matty.

“Sorry Richard, not on tonight… I’m here for pleasure not business” You say taking a long sip of your drink, but you nearly spit it out when you see Ross having to turn around because he’s laughing.

“Stop it” You whispered leaning across to them all, each one of them now chuckling. 

“I’m usually sober handling these idiots but you’ve all got me drunk and it’s worse because I’m a nicer person like this” You say slowly, making sure you get your words out.

“Come on Darlin’, it’s only a drink… Join me for one” He says, and you shake your head drinking some more of your drink.

“Again, sorry but I have a boyfriend” You say sternly looking at him then down to Matty and he winks back at you. 

You leave the bar and go to take your seat again. But before you could do so, Ryan started again.

“Come on, he’s not here… He won’t care if we have some fun” He says, and you stand still giving him a dirty look.

“I think he will” Matty says turning on his stool and pulling you towards him. 

You stand in-between his legs and his arms are wrapped around your lower back keeping you in place. Your gaze meets Matty’s and you see that his beautiful brown eyes were now a little bloodshot from the alcohol.

You smile into the embrace to keep the charade going. You put your hands on his chest and grasp at his hoodie whilst looking into his eyes and Matty can see the humour in yours. 

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and look back over to Ryan.You see Alec pass him a drink and he downs half of it. His blonde hair is greasy, and he looks as if he’s homeless. 

“Don’t suppose you wanna share her man?” Ryan asks Matty and you have to look away from him. You make eye contact towards Adam, George, and Ross and all their eyes are wide.

You press your lips together shaking your head. They can see how angry you are getting, and your grasp tightens on Matty’s hoodie in an attempt to control yourself. 

Matty leans forwards and says, “Definitely not” and he then attaches his lips to your neck.

Your eyes go wide, and George starts laughing from the shock on your face. ‘Help me’ You mouth to them, but George laughs more, and Ross and Adam look away and taking mouthfuls of their drinks. 

You pull back slightly from Matty but all he does is move to the other side of your neck so now you can’t even get help from the others. Matty’s arms tighten around your waist so your pressed against him completely. 

You feel Matty’s curls tickle your jaw and you start to softly giggle trying to make it more believable but you can’t deny how your body starts reacting to Matty’s actions. Once he’s finished marking the base of your neck he litters kisses up until he’s at your ear and then whispers in a husky voice, “Let’s make this good.”

You giggle as you glance towards Ryan who is now just angrily watching the interaction and Matty just goes for it. He looks between your eyes and lips, then without hesitation, he attaches his lips to yours. You immediately go to pull away from him but his arms that were around your waist are now around your neck, keeping you in place.

You realise you’re not going to get out of this one, so you just let it happen, not that you really minded. Matty’s is gentle at first but then the kiss quickly becomes aggressive and your drunken mind didn’t seem to care at all. One of his arms travels down your body and it slowly came to rest on your arse.

This makes you giggle and Matty used it to his advantage. His tongue had found its way inside your mouth and you smirk into the kiss a little. He really was putting on a show.

Matty tasted like cigarettes and whisky, a combination that seemed to suit him perfectly. He was addicting and enticing, and your drunken self wasn’t getting enough causing you to pull him closer.

You could hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears, but it was quickly replaced by the sound of a smashing glass. You opened your eyes to see that Ryan had just thrown his drink over the bar in a fit of rage and you pull yourself away from Matty. 

The room had gone completely silent and all that could be heard was the background music and now whispers of people around asking what had happened.

“Get the fuck out of my bar right now, you fucking psycho!” You say sternly to Ryan. 

You even make a move to go towards him and scream in his face but Matty, who’s now stood up, holds you back. You can hear Alec also shouting for him to get out.

“Whatever” Ryan says as he stands up from his stool. His blue eyes lock with Matty’s brown ones and he says, “Have fun with your whore”

You lose it. Matty feels you lunge towards Ryan as you start screaming “I’m not a fucking whore just because no one wants to fuck you. Just because I have fucking standards and you look like a fu…”

You would continue your sentence but Matty’s hand has gone over your mouth silencing you. Ross also had his hand around your waist now, keeping you in place, not letting you get any closer to him.

Matty moves around you, leaving Ross and now George and Adam by your side to calm you down. You can hear other people around the bar shouting at Ryan to get out, but you focus your eyes on Matty.

You see him twist the rings on his fingers as he walks over and the next think you hear is a loud thud as Matty’s fist connects to Ryan’s face. As Ryan hits the ground, the room starts applauding and you see other grown men picking Ryan up off the floor and throw him outside. You watch as he stumbles down the street as you are bombarded with questions asking if you’re alright.

Your once dizzy mind is now balanced as you feel completely sober. The adrenaline pumping through your system had started to disperse and the lads were fretting around you. 

All you can do though is look at Matty’s hand worriedly when he comes back over. It’d already began to bruise, and you can’t help but ask, “Are you okay?” in a worried tone.

“I’m fine” He says and pulls you into a hug. 

You hug him back and feel yourself calm down a little. When you pull away you look towards the others and apologise.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” You start and they all start saying things like ‘No it wasn’t’ or ‘It’s not your fault that he was a wanker’ but you just continue to apologise.

“Alright, enough apologising” Matty tells you and then looks towards Alec saying, “Can we please get some JägerBombs over here?” Alec does as he’s asked and within the next minute you each have two Jägers in front of you.

“Come on Y/N” George says. “Can’t let that arsehole ruin our night” He says as you all pick up the first one. 

You feel at ease again as the alcohol flows down your throat again and when you immediately pick up the other one and down that before the other boys, they all let out a cheer.

As the night continues you end up all laughing like you had been doing before the disturbance. Matty’s arm was around your back grasping onto your waist and you had thankfully not left any lipstick on his face. 

Yours somehow had stayed on all night and still looked presentable, which was a miracle. At 10:30 your phone started ringing and it was your best friend.

You immediately answered and she was asking where you were. She had been in your flat for a few hours and your flat mate Chris was beginning to get annoyed, even though she was just in your room.

“I’m so sorry I totally forgot, I’ll come now” You half giggle down the phone and hang up.

“You have to go?” George questions and you nod at him with sad eyes as you slip your jacket on.

“Where do you have to go? We’ll walk you back” Adam asked, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Just home, but you don’t have to it’s only ten minutes away” You say before downing the rest of your drink. 

However, the boys have already started putting their jackets on. You should have known they’d be gentlemen about it. 

As you start to walk home, you link arms with George and you chat to them about random things about their concerts that you remember. They chuckle at your stories and they tell you about some fun ones from backstage. 

When you eventually get to your block of flats, you decide invite them up. 

“I have a bottle of vodka that needs to be drank, if you’re interested?” You offer them, and Ross runs towards the door before anyone has even agreed to anything.

When you start to unlock your door, you pre-warn them about you friend. “By the way, my best friend is here and she’s a bit obsessed with you so… I’ll warn her but if she goes a bit mental, I apologise”

They follow you in and you tell them to take a seat on your sofas. You walk to your bedroom and open the door and stop dead before you even enter. 

“Are you fucking joking?” You ask as you see your best friend lay on your bed.

She smirks at you and you look around your room in shock. She had lived up to her plan of a 1975 themed night by hanging all of your tops that you had of theirs around your room. 

She had candles lit around the room and she had your Brief Inquiry into Online Relationships vinyl playing in the background. She’d even made a sign that read ‘Poison Me Daddy’ and there was also masks of their faces were pinned onto your walls.

“Congratulations” She grins sitting up and running over to give you a hug. You hug her back, but you were still in complete shock. 

“I didn’t say you could build a fucking shrine to them in my room!” You say and she just laughs at you.

“I have something to tell you” You say as you pull away and she looks at you excitedly.

“Right, you can’t freak out okay… You have to promise me” You tell her and she pinkie swears to you that she won’t.

“Okay, well after the interview Matty and the boys made me go out for drinks with them which is why I’m so late” You say, and she begins to get excited, but you hold your finger up to pause her, “And they may or may not be in the lounge right now”

She lets out a scream and you shush her immediately.

“Don’t fucking embarrass me out there” You tell her sternly but then the door starts to open.

You hear Matty’s voice behind you asking, “Y/N, where’s the vod…” followed by a loud laugh. 

Your friend stands wide eyed with her hand over her mouth and you give her death stare. 

“Lads come here, her room is a fucking shrine to us” Matty says loudly and you turn around and start packing all of the shit away your friend had laid out.

“Matty Healy’s in your bedroom” Your friend says, and you flip her your middle finger as you snatch down the different tops that are hung up on the walls.

Matty walks further into the room and sits on your bed laughing and when the other boys look through your door. You stand there with your shirts on and begin blowing out the candles. 

“This evidently wasn’t my doing” You tell them as you shove the tops back into your wardrobe.

They all laugh and Matty says, “Whatever, fucking knew you loved us this much” as he lies back on your bed staring at the ceiling.

“No, she loves you that much” You say pointing over to your best friend who is stood next to your turntable which is currently playing ‘I always wanna die sometimes’. 

How correct it was at this moment in time for you.

She waves towards them and introduces herself and they all say hello back. You can’t hack them all being in your bedroom though, so you need to break them up before you get overwhelmed.

“Y/B/F, will you go and get my vodka and sort their drinks out please, whilst I clean this shit up?” You ask not being able to hold back your smile and she laughs telling them to follow her.

The boys at the door allow her through and follow after her but Matty stays on your bed. You ignore him and put your vinyl back into its sleeve and slip it back into its original place before you start blowing out more candles. 

As the room goes dark, you say to Matty, “Come on, out”

You hear him groan and a ruffle. Once your eyes have adjusted to the darkness you see him there, still lying down on your bed. 

“Fine I’ll leave you here” You say walking out of your room and closing the door behind you. 

The only thing you could say was that you were extremely thankful that you had tidied your room the day before.

After a few minutes, Matty joins you all in the lounge and you had all started drinking again and subsequently started making a lot of noise. Your giggles echo through the room and after an hour your roommate shouts through his door, “Can you two keep the gang bang in there a bit quieter, some of us have to be up at Seven!”

You rolled your eyes at Chris’ outburst which the band saw and tried to retain a laugh. 

“We’ll try Chris but just to warn you were fucking up against your wall in a minute so it could get a bit louder” You shout back, and everyone bursts out laughing like teenagers getting drunk for the first time.

Eventually when they settle back down, they finish off their drinks and then realise the vodka bottle is now finished. They decide it’s time for them to head home. 

Your friend has managed to drink herself to sleep despite her favourite people in the world being here with her. You’re a good hostess though and you stand up as they put their coats on and walk to the door.

You embrace Adam in a hug and kiss him on the cheek, and before he walks out of the door you make him promise you again that he’ll teach you how to play the guitar. You hug Ross and kiss his cheek too and when George walks over you look up at him. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up spinning you both around and you giggle loudly.

When he places you on the ground, he says, “Can’t wait to spend every day annoying you” and you laugh.

“Don’t worry Georgie, I’m sure it’ll be the other way round” You laugh and then turn your attention towards Matty.

He’s stood rubbing his now purple knuckles and you take his hand gently. “I’m sorry” You tell him sincerely, giving him a sad smile.

As he pulls you into a hug Matty says in your ear, “Don’t worry it’s fine, stuck my tongue down your throat so it’s worth it” 

He laughs as you release him from the hug and his laugh gets louder when you playfully shove him out of the door.

“Thanks for an awesome night guys, can’t wait to work with you” You smile as they make their way down the corridor towards the lift.

“See you Monday bright and early” Matty shouts back and blows a kiss your way. 

You shake your head and wave before going back into your flat and closing the door behind you. You put a blanket over your best friend before you make your way into your room. 

You strip off and put your baggy top on and get in bed and let out a small laugh at everything that had happened today.

When you woke up this morning you never imagined so much could change in one day. 

It was crazy. After that though, your eyes grew heavy and you let sleep take over you, the smile never disappeared from your face.

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Summer Training Camp Arc/ Rescue Bakugo/ The End of All Might

Episode 39: Game Start

•the fact that Denki and Mineta physically went to Mido’s house to invite him to the pool is actually kinda cute. Too bad they have creepy intentions

•Momo:”Aw I was supposed to spend several weeks traveling Venice with my parents”

Uraraka: “WHAT is YoUr LiFE??” I feel you girl

•Mineta/Denki:”TheRe’S BoObS At tHe End Of ThiS TuNnEL”

Iida-Absolute Unit-Tenya:”HELLO FELLOW CLASSMATES”

•Iida is built like a fucking TANK what the heck but why the fuck are you walking like that Iida lmao

•Iida talking about how far he and Izuku have come as friends, I’m soft

•Kiri refusing to come without Bakubabe convincing Bakugo to join then looking so defeated when he immediately starts picking a fight I can’t with these two

•”friendly competition between classmates” cuts to Bakugou looking possessed before saying “I’m going to annihilate you Deku/ Icy Hot Bastard” bruh do you have an off switch or at least take it down like 20 notches you’re exhausting

•”YOU DIDNT EVEN TOUCH THE WATER”

“ITS CALLED FREE STYLE SWIMMING”

•Lmao the whole class is cheating

•I love how it just cut to a dramatic montage of TodoDeku moments while Sho can’t take his eyes off Mido WHY THEY ALL SO INTENSE FOR YOURE 15 HANGING OUT AT A POOL DURING THE SUMMER WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALWAYS ON

•Mido/Todo/Iida all just staring at each other intensely having their own inner montages. Literally anybody watching them “...are they okay?”

•Aizawa you party pooper

•I’m sorry but Kirishima is so in love and no one can tell me other wise no I do not take constructive criticism

•Okay that end montage is so fucking pure I’m. So. Soft

Episode 40: Wild, Wild Pussycats

•Kirishima “can’t keep my hands to myself/off Bakugo Katsuki” Eijirou

•Class 1B to anybody they meet: “we’re sorry about Monoma”

•Aizawa loves his class can’t you tell

•”Long time no see” Aizawa’s a cutie

•Lmao KOTA the first of Mido’s adopted kids

•These poor fucking kids can’t catch a fucking BREAK

•Koda tried and I love him

•Kiri’s heart eyes are so LOUD

•I love when they all work together

•”YOURE IN MY WAY ICY HOT”

“Then pick another route” Todoroki doesn’t have time for your tantrums Kacchan

•These poor kids

•Kota went for the KO

•”YOU FIEND OF A CHILD. GEEZ KID HOW OLD ARE YOU”

•”Brats got spunk”

“He’s like a mini version of you “

He’s right and should say it

•Mineta needs a muzzle

•The boys are all like we’re just as curious to see the girls but Mineta needs to calm down 300%

•Kota to the rescue!

•IIDA GOT A FACEFUL OF MiNETA ASS HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT AGSFJSHHSJXG

•Mina almost killed a child with her boobs I’m dead and so is Kota

•I’m sorry but it’s both funny and weird that Midoriya is just naked while being told this child’s tragic backstory

•Aizawa you are actively trying to kill your students aren’t you just admit it

Episode 41: Kota

•Testutestu is such a good boy

•Good training idea according to UA Teachers: Break yourselves or else you’re weak. Just fucking die then you can be heroes

•Tiger is amazing “I’m here to beat you guys to a pulp”

“I have some questions about him...” ME TOO RANDOM CLASS 1B STUDENT BUT I LOVE HIM

•Iida tries so hard

•Momo explains how her quirk works: smart and precise description

Sero Fucking Hanta: “like how poop works” BRUH

•This kid is literally just a mini Kacchan

•I’m sorry but Mido why would you ask a small child who you’re trying to befriend about their murdered parents like what part in your mind made you think that was a good idea

•Mina And Bakugo sleep the same way, starfish style, I love them. But who the FUCK is sleeping under a bunch of pillows off their mattress on the straight floor with their butt in the air (I bet money it’s Kaminari)

•everyone complaining about training in the dark:

Tokoyami: ”Revelry in the Dark”

•Kirishima’s too tired to deal with his angry boyfriend

•Todoroki trying to help Midoriya with Kota “be careful what you say, you can be really annoying” he’s trying

•Tokoyami constantly whispering “Revelry in the Dark” to himself is the FUNNIEST thing to me I love you, you emo punk

•It Dabi Time

Episode 42: My Hero

•these poor fucking kids I swear

•”we want our treat Mr. Aizawa”

“Do you want me to tighten your bindings?”

Oooh Kinky Bad Aizawa akshdhbekal

•MONOMA SHUT UP

•Spinner is a long lost Ninja Turtle Brother change my mind

•”DIDNT ANYBODY TELL YOU ITS NOT A HEROES JOB TO BE HAPPY” clearly

•I respect Testutestu so much

•This muscley villain is Bakugo’s real dad and nobody can tell me other wise

•Okay that fucking Bondage villain is genuinely terrifying

•KOTA BABY STAY BACK P L E A S E

•it’s been X amount of days since breaking my bones- erases whatever number was there and puts a fat zero MIDORIYA YOU WERE DOING SO WELL but for this we will make an exception I guess

•oh my fucKING GOD KOTA JUST R U N

•Mido really thought he was gonna die holy FUCK

•”One For All One Million Percent” MIDORIYA YOU CANT EVEN HANDLE 5% BABY BOY WHAT IS YOU DOIN

Episode 43: Drive It Home, Iron Fist

•Shiggy thinking in Video Games format is honestly so on brand

•Mido is FUCKED UP right now poor boy

•”We’re in big trouble” YEAH NO SHIT ERASURE

•BAMF Aizawa is my reason for living

•Okay I forgot how much I love Twice

•Aizawa seeing Izuku’s broken bones: ”AGAIN???”

•Kota’s precious and I LOVE DADZAWA

•KIRI’S SO UPSET THAT THAT THE VILLAINS ARE HERE FOR BAKUGO IM SOBBING

•”Teachers changing their minds about fighting, why do I feel like this is Deku’s fault” BAKUGO SHUT UP YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW YOU DICKHEAD

•TESTUTESTU IS SUCH A GOOD BOY

•DUDE BROUGHT A FUCKING GUN TO A CAMP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT HOLY SHIIIITTT

•CLASS 1B MVPS KENDO AND TESTU MOTHERFUCKING TESTU

•Midoriyas doing a Naruto run because his arms are fucking broken I’m crying

•Tokoyami, Dark Shadow And Shouji IM READY

Episode 44: Roaring Upheaval

•Tokoyami tries so hard to be good I love him

•WE! DESERVE! SO! MUCH! MORE! SHOUJI!

•Yami is so emo And is just such a Good Boi AH

•Scared Bakugo is Baby

•Honestly they’re all Baby

•Toga:”I love messed up bleeding people”

Mido: shows up completely broken

Toga:”Mr. Stainy who? I want that one”

•Aoyama would be the kid who gets caught in hide and seek because they think they have a great spot and can’t be seen and try to peek them convince themselves still nobody saw them in plain sight

•Awase was fully prepared to die protecting Momo I’m CRYING he’s my new favorite

•Battle Plan Mastermind Mido is amazing

•Also poor unconscious kid just being dragged behind Uraraka haha

Episode 45: Shat A Twist!

•Kiri: “I cant let them take my boyfriend” poor boy just wants to help so bad

•Whelp nobody is safe

•LMAO Aizawa just stomping on Fake Dabi has me dying

•Shouto how long has it been since you last saw your brother...?

•Shouji SMACK A BITCH Mezo

•I LOVE SHOUJI

•Compress you freak get those kids out of your mouth ya nasty

•AOYAMA YES

•Dabi stop being a dick to your little brother I’m gonna tell Rei

•Kirishima is so upset AND IM UPSET MY BABIES

•These kids just wanted a fun week at camp LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE 15

•...Mic...is the traitor...

•I love how everybody hates All Might’s ringtone lmao

•All Might’s like only Us teachers are allowed to beat our kids to a pulp in order to better them as heroes y’all are just mean

•I know Mitsuki has just a bad a temper as her son but how do you think she reacted finding out her child was the kidnap victim of a villain attack? No matter what you think of her as a parent, that’s still her kid and she must have been devastated. But just like Katsuki she would never admit it to his face

•Precious Boy Denki And Class 1A coming to visit their hurt friends I love this class so much

•”I brought a present! I mean it’s from everyone. It’s a melon!” Okay that was pretty cute

•Kirishima being like “why is everyone crying we’re going to go get him let’s go gays time to get our Gremlin back”

•Kiri:”he’s still within your reach Midoriya!”

Mido:”...my arms are BUSTED my dude nothing is in my reach right now I’m still gonna come tho”

Episode 46: From Iida to Midoriya

•Kirishima is THE Best Boi I love him so fucking much I would die for him

•Iida’s trying his best not to blow a gasket

•”Hysterical Strength” yeah sounds like Deku

•”Go home and take it easy” lmao have you met this kid?

•Kota is so freaking sweet

•Izuku. Go see your mother

•Iida’s got some good points. I’m including that punch to Midoriya

•Bakugo must be so tired of being tied up and restrained you know he doesn’t have bondage kink later on in life just hits too close to trauma

•Kiri’s constant state of mind: WWBD (WHAT Would Bakugo Do)

•Mido: Stealth Mode=Wakanda Forever

•Iida has the best costume this is not up for debate. I also always forget he has an undercut, we Stan an icon

•”So the rich girl just wants to go shopping” I’m crying

•Clean Shaven/Neat Hair Aizawa? Hell to the fucking Yes Please

•I’m genuinely proud of Bakugo and the fact that he knows that he’s intense and scares a lot of people/ how he comes across is aggressive and almost villain like, he adamantly doesn’t want to be a villain even if everyone just assumes he would be. He wants to be a hero. Whatever it takes

Episode 47: All For One

•Rightful shoutout to Kendo and Testu

•”We are offering mental health counseling to every single student but right now we do not see signs of any serious psychological trauma” Nezu I’m sorry but those kids are officially fucked up for life you can’t be serious

•”what if they’re brainwashing young Bakugo right now towards the path of villainy” leave Bakugo ALONE

•Aizawa is like you come for my angry son I come for your throat try me again bitch

•FERAL GREMLIN BOY FIGHT OR FIGHT MODE ACTIVATED Bakugo has no flight mode only fight

•Mido: Incoherent mumbling

Momo:“this is peak Midoriya” I love how they’re just used to him now

•the boys are just like you’re not touching our friend you drunk creeps

•Kirishima came PREPARED to get his boy back I love him

•Bakugo just take the help you prideful little shit

•Okay Edgeshot is great where has he been all this time

•Annndddd it all went to shit so fast

•oh my god Best Jeanist is fuckin dead

Episode 48: Symbol of Peace

•”You won’t escape Shigaraki” umm so how’d that work out for ya All Might?

•Kamui Woods “IM SO SORRY” poor boy

•Talking to Best Jeanist:”consider me...pressed” All For One got jokes huh

•...yeah no BJ REALLY Fuckin Ded

•These kids are so fucking traumatized

•A WILD BAKUGOU APPEARS

•Twice has big Deadpool energy tbh

•Lmao Iida has had enough

•Mom and Dad of group award goes to Iida and Momo

•All For One: asks Kurogiri to help warp the League

Also All For One: Stabs him while doing it

•”I don’t think so. Because... I Am Here!” All For One really said Fuck All Might

•All these kids think in Video Game Lmao

•I know there’s a lot of commotion happening but I definitely feel like the villains would be able to hear them talking

•Midoriya went to Kirishima like time to get your asshole boyfriend back you lovesick fool

•”YOU IDIOTS” you’re smiling because your friends are here you jerk

•Everyone’s so intense then Kiri-fucking-shima is there smiling like an idiot because BAKUGO’S BACK

•ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT

•...I always forget Shiggy’s familial lineage and it’ makes me sad every time

•I love this episode so MUCH

Episode 49: One For All

•YOUNG MIGHT

•Nana Shimura looks just like Momo...Todoroki Secret Lovechild Theories Intensifies

•”YOU GUYS DIDN’T RESCUE ME YOU WERE MY BEST ESCAPE ROUTE”

“You’re welcome!”

Oh Bakugo just say thank you

•...soooo many people died in Camino Ward, man...

•Aizawa looks so young

•ALL THE KIDS WATCHING THEIR TEACHER AND HERO GET BEATEN TO A PULP HORRIFYINGLY IM SO UPSET

•All For One really just pulled an “I am your father” move but with Shiggy and Nana that’s messed up

•THE PEOPLE RALLYING BEHIND ALL MIGHT IM SOBBING YALL

•NOW IS NOT THE TIME ENDEAVOR

•THERE WE GO THATS BETTER

•Everyone loves All Might I’m so soft

•I’m genuinely crying guys

•...can everyone hear All For One talking about Midoriya oorrrrr???

•All Might you’re pulling a Deku pleaSE STOP

•United States of Smash I cant

•Kirishima really tried holding Bakugo’s hand YALL

•...Bakugo knows

•I love this episode too I’m so upset

Episode 50: End of the Beginning, Beginning of the End

•Gran Torino explaining why they didn’t know about Shimura’s family/Shigaraki is. Sad

•Bakugo is traumatized someone please help him

•Endeavor and Bakugo are the same person and I hate it

•Midoriya and All Might running to each other on the beach is big Marty and Alex from Madagascar energy I’m cackling

•PROUD DADMIGHT MAKES ME SOFT YOU’RE BOTH CRYING AND I AM S O F T

• PARENT TIME YES

•Jirou’s parents are so cool, Kyoka’s so cool THE JIROUS ARE SO COOL

•Oh my god the Bakugos are so CHAOTIC

•It all makes so much sense why he is the way he is and it’s all. Too much. Poor Katsuki

•He’s so. Tired. You can tell. I just want to give him a hug

•”Be CoOl MoM” Izu you’re just as tense and you’ve been with All Might for literally HOW LONG???

•Mama Midoriya is. Right. But that sucks for Izuku

•This is. So. Emotional

Last part of Season 3 is next. DORM LIFE BABY just a little less angst thank god these kids need a break

[masksandtruths]

Bless Your Heart-Part 1

A/N: This was written for @deanjensengirlmaggie’s strange pairings challenge. It’s my first attempt at fan fiction, and it got a little out of control, but I was having so much fun that I just decided to roll with it. Since I have to break it into two parts, I decided to steal another quote from her list of prompt choices and use one in each half. I really hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Language and some explicit content (sexy but not full blown smutty)

“Dude, what the hell are we doing here? I’m gonna to get carried off by these pterodactyls,” Dean complained as he doused himself in another layer of Off Deep Woods.

“Man, quit being a whimp. I can’t believe you are even complaining. We are somewhere tropical for a change. It’s not cold. It’s not the end of the world. Just a regular case in a beautiful country. If a few mosquitoes are the worst we have to deal with, I’ll take it,” Sam countered.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit. I get it, Sammy. Still don’t want to get Zika though.” Dean glanced around at his immediate surroundings and he had to admit, though he’d never say it out loud, Sam had a point. Belize was something else. Better than their normal gig, that was for sure. Waves beat against the reef that stretched under the crystal-clear water right off the coast of Ambergris Caye and a nice breeze carried the smell of salt right to the boys’ noses and almost made them forget why they even came. Maybe they could spend a few days and eat some salbutes, catch a few fish, and throw back a few beers with Eliazar and a couple other locals. 

 “Tell me again what E said about these missing fellas on the island,” Dean said at about the same time a tourist in a neon pink golf cart nearly plowed him down in the middle of Front Street.

“Hey watch it dickhead!” Sam shouted as he grabbed his stunned older brother by the elbow and dragged him the rest of the way across the road. “Okay, all E told me is that several men on the island have gone missing in the last week or so. They believe they found the remains of one of the guys but they don’t have the results back from the lab yet.”

“Well I mean, couldn’t a shark or a crocodile or something have eaten them? Are we sure that this is our thing? There’s a lot of shit on this island that could take a hunk out of a man’s ass. I’d much rather swig some local rum, and …” Dean’s voice trailed off as he got distracted by a bikini clad group of twenty somethings drunkenly strutting their way. Sam followed Dean’s gaze and slapped him in the chest with the back of his hand. “What?! I’m appreciating the scenery man!”

With a roll of his eyes, Sam answered, “Yeah well if you are done, I’ll answer your original question. It’s our thing, trust me. It’s Lobster Fest time. A lot of the vics are tourists. Bad for business, and E is worried. He said the one body they found had hundreds of holes all the way through it and looked like it had been something’s appetizer.”

Dean considered that info for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and said, “Okay, so where do we start?”

“The usual. Visit the morgue, talk to the police, see if he had any traveling buddies. We will have to start in the morning though. Everything is closed for the day,” Sam replied.

“Okay cool, then I’m fixing to go to town on one of these bacon wrapped hot dogs.”

“I mention dead, hole riddled bodies and you think of bacon?! You’ve got problems man.”

“No Sammy, you’ve got problems if you can smell that deliciousness and your mouth doesn’t water.” Dean held up two fingers to the lady behind the table, and she started preparing his meal as he looked on with pure happiness.

Sam shook his head and sat on one of the brightly colored concrete benches in the local park, knowing better than to come between his brother and whatever food he was fixing to shove down his throat. He watched as a few local kids played on a giant sculpture of a sea turtle in the middle of the area with the ocean rolling in the background and got so lost in thought that he jumped when a girl approached him to ask if he would take her picture with her friends. It took him a moment to realize they were the girls Dean had been eyeballing a few minutes earlier. “Sure thing. Glad to,” Sam answered as he took her phone and stood.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. We’ve been laying out today and those dirty monkeys really got to us,” the tall, busty, short haired brunette replied. “It’s hard enough to get a good picture when you are sober, but it’s just too pretty here to not take the opportunity to document it, you know?”

“Yeah I do. Alright, just tell me when y’all are ready.” The girls shifted into position and nodded. “One, two…”

“Oh my god man you have to try this shit. This is the best damn hot dog I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Dean practically moaned as he approached with his mouth full of food. When he looked away from his food long enough to notice the girls, he quickly swallowed and attempted to recover some semblance of his cool guy attitude.

“Yeah well you should try a nasty monkey!” shouted the same girl that approached Sam about the picture.

“Umm, excuse me?” Dean asked as he looked toward Sam. Sam looked as confused as Dean knew he was and just shrugged his shoulders.

Another voice piped up then. “Good lord child, it’s a dirty banana. Not nasty monkey or dirty monkey…dirty banana…got it? I don’t know how many times we have to tell you.”

The first girl looked at the second and just blinked. Then she suddenly yelled, “Oh and don’t forget about panty rippers!” and thrust her fruity drink in the air.

Dean sidled up next to Sam and whispered, “Where the hell do they come up with these names? Panty ripper…really? If that doesn’t put all sorts of images in your head, I don’t know what will.”

“And you tell me I’m the one that doesn’t know how to have a good time. Now you are bitching about what the locals call their drinks?”

Dean put his hands up. “Nope, nope, not at all. Simply making an observation.”

“Damn it, Shel,” a third female voice swore laughingly. “You spilled your fucking panty ripper all over me, you hooker. Can we just take the stupid ass picture and leave these poor guys alone?”

“Oh yeah the picture! Definitely. Taylor, Y/N, come here!” the girl named “Shel” shouted. Dean finally got a good look at the third girl, the one with the sailor’s mouth, and when she smiled for the picture, he found himself smiling too. What the hell? He wiped his hand down his face to clear off the dumb ass look he knew must be on it. A freaking smitten horny teenager. In two seconds and with the flash of a smile, he was hooked. She was shorter than him by a good six inches, maybe more. Tan skin. Dark hair. Big brown eyes and dark long lashes. She was very fit but soft and curvy in all the right places and filling out that bikini top and those denim jeans shorts exactly the way he liked. Based on her build, accent, and ability to make her wonderfully colorful language still sound proper and sweet, he assumed she had to be from Texas or some other southern state.

Sam finished taking the picture and the girls walked over to approve of the photo. Once it earned their unanimous consent, Shel officially introduced herself and her friends to the boys. “I’m Shelby. This is Taylor and our chaperone here is Y/N. Are y’all just getting here? Don’t look too burnt yet.”

“Yeah. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are here for work actually but don’t start until the morning. We decided to do tourist thing for now.”

When Dean took Y/N’s hand in his, a buzz of excitement immediately ran through him. It was like electricity or some shit equally as corny. Her eyes widened slightly, his only hint there was a chance that she noticed too.

“Well lucky us. You came at the perfect time.“ Shelby took another pull off her Pantyripper. "Want us to show you some of the best bars on the island?”

Sam looked at Dean, who nodded, and then smiled and said a quick yes.

“Yay, okay we will hit Fido’s first.” Shelby grabbed his arm and they were off, Taylor following closely behind. Y/N was clearly the soberest of the bunch and paused and took a deep breath before loyalty and concern for her friends pushed her feet into motion.

Dean fell into step beside her and started the awkward small talk. “So where are yall from, Y/N?”

“Texas, can’t you tell?” she joked in an exaggerated southern drawl.

“I knew it. I knew you were from the south the instant you insulted your friend and made it sound like a compliment.”

Y/N laughed in agreement. “Yeah one of our specialties. Shel and I just give each other a hard time every chance we get. Hooker is a term of endearment to us.  If you are interested, I can teach you…show you my ways.”

Dean thought of all HIS ways he’d like to teach HER, but opted for a simple answer instead. “Well I never really cared much about concealing my insults, but sure, teach away, Miyagi.”

“You’ve probably heard this before, but it’s so true. Just say ‘bless your heart’ after it. ‘Like she’s dumber than a box of rocks, bless her heart’ or ‘he only lasted about 15 seconds in bed, bless his heart’. Works like a charm.”

Dean threw his head back and laughed, enjoying that she was already comfortable enough to joke with him like this. “I call bullshit. There’s no way you can insult a man’s stamina and make it sound good. Guess I’m glad I never have to worry about that one.” He winked at her then and saw a faint blush creep up her tan cheeks. To her credit, she never missed a beat.

Y/N just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Oh geez Louise.  You are one of those guys.” Her voiced dripped with sarcasm and exaggerated disappointment. “I expected better from a country boy.“

“Alright fair enough. Forgive me darlin.” He clasped his hands together as he pleaded with her. She looked at him, making a show of considering her options and smiled and she huffed out an “I guess”. “Okay, for real, what makes you say I’m a country boy?”

She stopped and looked him up and down. “What? You mean besides the tan arms and pasty white legs?” Dean gave her an unamused look and she chuckled and continued, “Well you have a little drawl yourself. You say shit like ‘darlin’. You have bow legs. You have calluses on your hands. You are tall and look fairly…” She glanced over as she emphasized the word with a knowing smile, “fit. Plus, you do seem to have at least a few manners. Call it a lucky guess.”

“Ha well look who has me all figured out. I’m from Kansas actually. Work for the FBI so forgive me if I don’t get a whole lot of time to soak up any rays. I happen to think my pasty legs are sexy as hell though, just saying.”

Y/N glanced down before sighing as she said, “Awwww. Poor fella. You must be delusional, bless your heart.” He quickly shot her the bird, and she swatted at his upraised middle finger. He grabbed her wrist as she swung, and her laughter died as the air thickened with tension. He looked down at her and pulled her a step closer, acting on the connection he felt the moment he laid eyes on her. He could see her chest rising and falling more quickly now as she looked back into his green eyes. God, he’d wanted to do this since the second he saw her. He ran his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he leaned down towards her waiting lips. He paused to make sure she was okay with what was about to happen.

”Kiss me,“ she whispered. And he obliged. As soon as his lips touched hers, he felt her relax into him. He was right; she felt it too. He let go of her wrist and cradled the side of her face in his large hand as he deepened the kiss. Shit, he was in over his head and he knew it the instant she slipped her tongue into his mouth. If her mouth tasted like this, he could only imagine how sweet other parts of her would taste.  She stepped into him even further and wrapped her arms around his back giving him chills as she ran her nails down his spine. She made a whining noise when he pulled away to catch his breath, but it turned into an excited squeal as he yanked her into the shadows of the alley they were passing and pinned her against the wall. She quickly stood on her tiptoes, threw her arms around the back of his neck and planted another searing kiss on his lips. As he dipped his tongue into her mouth this time she let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard and caught himself damn near growling in response. And when she fisted her fingers in his short hair and nipped his bottom lip, his control finally snapped. He reached under the back of her muscular legs and lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed his damn near painfully hard erection between her legs and resumed his onslaught on her mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to force himself to pull away from the kiss, “I’d give anything for us to be back at my room. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.” He kissed her neck then. “Take care of you. Make you come every way I possibly can.” He kissed down to her collarbone. “Make you say my name over and over again until you are screaming it.” He moved one hand from underneath her leg long enough to pull down the left side of her bikini top and immediately suck her hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Holy shit, Dean,” she cried as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Just fuck me here please,” she begged. He looked up at her, his pupils blown wide with lust, his perfect mouth wrapped around that swollen bud, and gently nipped it in response. She moaned louder and squeezed him even tighter with her strong legs, but somehow he forced himself to stop. He brushed his lips across hers again and then pulled away just enough to break the connection and pant, “That’s the most tempting offer I’ve had in a good, long time sweetheart, but I’m gonna turn you down. I can already tell you that you deserve better than this. I want to take my time with you. Kiss…lick…taste every inch of your body before I bury myself in you. Sound like a deal?”

She was still breathing heavily as she replied, “Well hell yeah, it’s a deal. I mean as long as you guarantee to live up to your promise to last longer than fifteen seconds.” Y/N unlocked her legs from his hips, slid down his body and attempted to put herself back together after the hottest make-session of her life.

“Hell I don’t know. That was just the warmup, and I’m about ready to blow. This is going to be the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls,” he admitted as he resituated himself.

She chuckled and took a few steps back towards the street before looking over her shoulder at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Bless your little pea picking heart,” she called mockingly before she took off into the night towards Fido’s.

“Yeah you go ahead and bless it, darlin',” he grumbled to himself before starting after her. “It’s already fucking yours anyway.”  

@ilostmyshoe-79 @kittenofdoomage @deanwinchester-smut @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @melissaj616 @winchesterprincessbride @unadulteratedstorycollector

Dearest tagged queens of spn fanfiction: I am sorry to tag you in my sad first attempt at the craft you have already mastered, but I have read y'all’s stories and know your talents and am here to learn. It would be great if it was from some of the best.  I would be thrilled if you read this and found it remotely interesting, but I’d also love any feedback or suggestions. Thank you!

PS: I will gladly untag you if it isn’t your thing and apologize in advance.

[dickie-gayson]

Shenanigans

Chapter Two: Jason's No Good, Very Bad Day

Jason's No Good, Very Bad Day

  To say Jason was having a bad day was an understatement. He was having the worst day ever, and that's counting the infamous 'totally died once' day. First, he woke up because a fucking parade was going down the street. Why was there even a parade? On top of that, he caught one hell of a bug. His nose was all clogged, his throat hurt, his fucking eyeballs throbbed because of the migraine he had, and he was so nauseous that just the thought of smelling food made him want to throw up. So, he decided to take some medicine because like fuck he was going to suffer through this. Turns out, he was out of cold and flu medicine, which sucked but that was only the third shitty thing in the whole list of shitty things to follow.

Naturally, he called one of his many siblings and bitched at them to get him medicine. Dick laughed at him and imitated his sick voice, which was way off the mark. Dick sounded like some sort of asthmatic goose which Jason totally didn't sound like, thank you very little Dickface. So, Jason hung up on Dick. Tim fell asleep halfway through the call then told him to fuck off after Jason all but wailed through the phone. Then, Tim hung up on Jason. Next, was Steph. Surely she'd take pity on his poor, innocent soul. Turns out, no, she wouldn't. She was still holding a grudge against him after he stole her ice cream from the freezer two weeks ago. They hung up on each other.

At this point, his throat was so sore, he felt like crying just a little (a lot). He didn't even bother to try Damian. That little demon would probably gloat about his superior immune system or some shit. He decided to try Cass next, because at least she had to love him just a little and care enough about her sickly brother. Also, he was still pretty sure Duke was scared of him. The phone only rang once before Cass's soft voice greeted his ear. Even that sounded too loud to his pounding head.

"Jason."

If it weren't for caller id, Jason would be creeped out by the knowing way she answered his call.

"Medicine."

That was all he rasped out because he was feeling way too sore to speak anymore. Also, he knew he didn't need to ramble on to convince her to help. She was awesome like that. He considered her the best sibling. The others were jerks.

"Magic word?"

He whined, which definitely didn't sound super pathetic. Was it just him or did it sound like she just laughed at his pain? No, Cass was the nice one. A highly lethal, former assassin, but nice.

"Cass..."

At the following silence, he all but cried. For the love of God he was dying here. Still, she didn't answer. He would have thought she hung up on him, but that wasn't her style. Also, he could still hear her laughing at him. So much for being the nice one. Jason sighed, then winced at the pain that followed.

"...Please?"

It was quiet for another beat before Cass responded.

"Ten minutes."

That was it before she hung up. He dropped his phone and prepared himself for ten whole minutes of suffering. This was just unfair. He's nice. He's funny. He's devilishly handsome. He helped little old ladies across the street. Why was he the one to get sick? Why couldn't Tim get sick? He was so unhealthy! And mean. That little shit was way craftier and evil than the others realized. He should have this cold. Maybe Jason would go over and cough all over his stuff. The thought of moving made him want to vomit just a little, so he decided he'd just stay here. Also, he was pretty sure Tim had a weakened immune system and it'd be pretty shitty of Jason to do that. See? Nice.

He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knows, he's being shaken awake by Cass in full Black Bat regalia. He'd deny any and all claims that he screamed in fear at waking up to see that creepy mask right in his face. Tears pricked his eyes as his throat burned something fierce from the abuse. She handed him a steaming cup. He winced as he sat up and looked at the drink then at Cass in question. Thank whoever taught her how to read body language so well because he really didn't want to ask what the fuck it was.

"Theraflu."

He wanted to groan. Of all the medicines for her to bring. Theraflu was gross. At least they came out with better flavors. He carefully took the hot cup and tentatively sipped the drink. Immediately he gagged. It was original flavor. Cass must not have tastebuds, he decided. Medicine was never good when it was original flavor and Theraflu was the worst offender. Cass made a motion for him to keep going and he took a breath, ready to chug the disgusting liquid. It was a miracle he didn't vomit all over the place once he finished.

She gave him a pat on his shoulder as a sort of congratulations before taking the cup and setting it on the nightstand. Then, she pointed to his dresser, where a different bottle of medicine sat. He stared at it for a moment before looking at her with betrayal on his face. Her shoulders shook and she let out a breathy laugh. She made him drink that nasty shit when there was medicine right there. That means she knew Original Theraflu tasted like sweaty ten-week old gym socks.

"Why Cass?"

His voice still sounded really pathetic and scratchy.

"Ice cream."

He groaned and fell back against his pillow at that. Naturally, this was for something he did to Steph. Those two were damn near inseperable.

"I've never felt so betrayed in my life."

She just gave him another pat and made her exit as he bemoaned the horrible taste still tainting his mouth. That was number whatever of the unending horrors of the day, and it was only noon.

He drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours. Once the Theraflu started to fade and the pain started to return, he decided to crawl his way to his dresser for some better tasting medicine. Actually, he was going to walk, but his foot got tangled in his sheet and he face planted. For a solid minute, he contemplated on the merits of just passing out on the floor and never getting up again. Eventually, he figured two whole feet wasn't too far. While this tasted bad, it wasn't Original Theraflu bad, and he didn't need a whole cup full to feel better.

After he took it, he decided to say 'fuck it' and lay back on the floor. It was cooler than his bed and, quite frankly, he didn't want to walk all two feet back. He fell back asleep with one fever-hot cheek pressed to the cold wood flooring as he waited for the medicine to work its magic. Yet again, he was rudely awoken by a sibling. This time, however, it was Dick waking him up. And it wasn't from a shake. No, this motherfucker had to trip over Jason's sprawled out legs and fall directly on top of his prone form, illiciting cries of surprise from the both. Naturally, he'd be agile and all but impossible to trip in every situation but this.

Jason curled up on his side with a pained sound and squinted angrily at Dick.

"The fuck you want, Dickhead?"

Dick got back to his feet and stared at Jason with slight worry.

"I came to bring you medicine even though you oh so rudely hung up on me. Why are you on the floor?"

Jason just glared for another moment before deeming the action too taxing and closed his eyes again.

"Colder down here. Bed too far."

If he was looking, he'd notice Dick rolling his eyes at Jason's melodramatics.

"You are such a baby."

Instead of verbally responding, he weakly flipped the older man off. Dick sounded like he was laughing at Jason, which was totally rude and uncalled for. Why was everyone laughing at him today? Jason flailed a little at the sudden feeling of arms under his neck and knees as he was lifted, causing Dick to grunt in an effort not to drop him.

"Jesus christ, stop it. You're heavy enough as it is. How many chili dogs have you been eating?"

Jason huffed as he, once again, glared at his older brother who seemed to be carrying him to his bed.

"Shut up, gilipollas."

At the insult, Dick let out an offended noise before dropping Jason onto his bed. Yet again, he'd deny any accusations at the shriek of surprise he let out at the sudden descent. And yet again, Dick was laughing at him. What did he do to deserve such a cruel older brother? Life was unfair. Jason grabbed his blanket and rolled until he was totally cocooned in it. It was blessedly quiet and dark for a moment before Dick pulled the blanket from over his head and stared at him.

"Whatcha doing, Jay?"

Jason wiggled in an effort to punch Dick for interrupting his rest, only to be reminded he just wrapped himself up like an oversized burrito, effectively trapping his arms. Instead, Jason turned again to bury his face in his pillows.

"Hiding."

Dick snorted as he hopped onto the bed. The jarring movements caused Jason's stomach to roll again. He let out a disgruntled sound. Bright blue eyes appeared inches from his and a shit-eating grin was plastered across Dick's face. Jason wondered how Dick would like it if he projectile vomited right in that dumb smiley face of his. That'd teach him to jump on his bed and be annoying.

"Whatcha hiding from?"

This asshole was having way too much fun with Jason's misery.

"You."

He burrowed his way further into his cocoon in an effort to escape his teasing older brother. It appeared his efforts were in vain because Dick just decided to start poking him over and over like the nuisance he was.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

Jason grumbled again before speaking up, though his voice was muffled by the blanket.

"You're mean. And ugly. Ugly and mean."

There was an over the top gasp at the words and Jason could just envision Dick putting an affronted hand to his heart. Then, just because he could, he envisioned himself punching Dick in the face a few times. That cheered him up a little.

"Ouch, Little Wing. Three Hottest Man of the Year awards say otherwise."

The sing-song way Dick said it was way too happy and smug for his tastes. He'd just have to take him down a few pegs then.

"They're liars, you're ugly. And still mean."

He pretended his voice wasn't nasally and gross sounding. Also, did his nose just whistle? Ugh.

"Well, that's just hurtful."

"Your face is hurtful!"

Alright, not his best comeback, he'd admit it, but he's sick. Dick just laughed loudly, causing Jason to wince as his head throbbed.

"Wow, you're hilarious when you get sick. Hold on, I need to record this."

"Go. Away."

"And miss this prime opportunity to stock up on blackmail? Hell no."

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You."

"You gotta deal with Dami first."

"Asshole."

The bed shifted as Dick got up and all was quiet again. Jason sighed in contentment. Then, his fortress was disturbed by his brother again. Jason was very tempted to bite his fingers but he didn't know where they've been and he didn't need to get even sicker. He felt a cool hand on his cheek then his forehead. He grumbled as Dick turned him to look into his eyes.

"Oh, shut up Jay. I'm just checking to make sure you're fine."

"I'm not fine. I'm dying. Again. This is it, Dickie. This is the end. Tell Steph I'm not sorry about the ice cream. It was delicious and I'm glad she didn't get any."

Dick rolled his eyes at his words. Jason was notoriously dramatic when he got sick. Okay, so maybe he was notoriously dramatic all the time, but he was even worse when he was sick.

"Relax, you've just got the flu."

As if he didn't believe Dick, Jason shook his head adamantly.

"No, no. I'm definitely dying again."

"It'll pass in about a day or two."

Dick looked around and spotted the open medicine on the dresser. Looks like he got here after someone else. He was betting it was Cass. She was the nice one. His attention was drawn back to the younger man as he heaved a grand sigh.

"This is the death of Jason Todd, the Remix. I'm biting the big one again. Going to that ol' Batcave in the sky. Pushing daises. Going to sleep with the fishes. Getting a six foot bed, which is ridiculous cus I'm six-one."

It seemed they were studiously ignoring one another at this point as they both continued on.

"With that medicine you took, you should feel pretty fine in about ten minutes or so."

"I want to leave all my belongings to Cass. No, wait, she made me drink original Theraflu. She gets nothing. Give it all to Alfie. He'll appreciate my rifle collection."

The older vigilante couldn't help but snort at Jason. Though, he could sympathize with the Theraflu original kind was easily the worst.

"Seriously, it's not that bad. Dami just got over the flu."

"Let Bruce bury me, so he can let me down one...last...time."

At that, Dick couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. He made his way to the window, ready to leave Jason wallow.

"Alright, yep I'm just gonna let you stew in your theatrics. See ya, Jay."

"Fare-thee-well, Dicklick. Parting would be such sweet sorrow, but you're an asshole. Tis time for me to depart from this mortal coil and return to the dust from which all came."

"God, you are such a nerd."

Jason peeked out of his shelter as Dick left through his bedroom window. And the asshole left it open, of course. How inconsiderate. He got a few more blessed hours of peace before yet another sibling crawled through his window. Jason whined as he was woken up.

"Why can't you people let me die in peace?"

"So Dick wasn't exaggerating, you really are a big baby when you're sick."

Tim stared down at him, totally unimpressed, dressed in his Red Robin gear, and sipping a latte like the rich boy he was. If Jason hadn't trapped his own arms, he would slap that drink right out of Tim's hands. Bloodshot teal eyes glared with all the hatred he could muster.

"Don't you have a kryptonian to be fucking?"

The younger boy only rolled his eyes before sipping obnoxiously on his drink.

"Haven't heard that one before. B said to get your lazy ass up. Arkham breakout."

Jason huffed and definitely didn't pout. He frowned intensely, that's it.

"Tell B he can go fall off a cliff. I'm not moving."

Tim, once more, gave Jason that condescending, unimpressed look. Once Jason rolled himself out of this blanket burrito, he was going to kick that latte-drinking loser's nonexistant ass.

"Oh please, you got the light work. You're on Riddler duty."

At that, Jason gave an offended gasp. Riddler duty? That's...that's almost as bad as Humpty Dumpty duty. Sure, Riddler set up a whole matter of deadly riddle-based traps and tests and had goons to fight, but beyond that he was a snap to beat up. So long as he hasn't rigged like...a children's hospital to blow or something, he should be fairly easy to wrangle in.

"I can't believe I got Riddler duty. This is unfair."

"That's rich coming from the nerd who actually likes doing homework and reading Earnest Hemmingway."

He cursed himself once more for restraining his arms, because he would simultaneously punch Tim and cover his mouth in horror. First, everyone laughs at him. Now, everyone is calling him a nerd. Tim called him a nerd. This must be a fever dream.

"Earnest Hemmingway is a literary treasure, you uncultured swine."

"Whatever. Just get ready or I'm telling Kate who prank called her last month."

Low blow. Jason only vaguely remembered doing that. To say he had been a few drinks deep would be a lie. He had gotten fucking plastered. How everyone thought Damian was the mean one, Jason would never know. Tim was fucking ruthless. Jason would have to remember to recruit him for the annual snowball fight in the Watchtower. And by annual snowball fight, he totally means when he and Dick manage to confiscate Freeze's gun again and aim to embarrass Bruce in front of the other heroes.

"You promised not to! I was drunk, you dick."

"And? I need to go deal with Pyg. PYG I swear to god, if I have to hear him squealing and singing opera one more time I'm going to throw him into a trash compactor."

Okay, that would be fucking hilarious. Jason would totally pay to see Tim do that to the annoying villain. He'd have to thank Bruce for sending Tim after Pyg and not himself, because Jason would probably actually kill him. Then, he decided Bruce was still the supreme cockbite of the hero community and would, instead, thank Babs. He would not be able to handle any of Pyg while he's sick without it ending in murder.

"Fiiiine. I'm getting ready Tiny Tim. Have fun with the Professor."

He heard a faint 'eat a dick' as Tim leapt out of the window. Jason just stared at the ceiling for a few moments before slowly unraveling himself. He seriously hated everyone and everything today. With a long, drawn out groan, he made his way to his dresser to take more medicine. Then, he shambled like the undead corpse he really was to the secret compartment in his wall to retrieve his gear.

Getting all his gear on was more of a hassle when everything ached than he would originally expect it to be. Still, he got it done. As he stuck his domino on with spirit gum, he heard yet another person crawl through his window. He let out an aggravated groan as he turned to glare at the intruder.

"Why can't any of you assholes...use...the door...What the fuck."

Staring at him in shock and fear was none other than the Riddler himself with a sack over his shoulder. It was a decidely awkward staredown neither would forget any time soon. Leave it to the fucking Riddler to accidently climb through Red Hood's bedroom window. In the blink of an eye, they both moved. Jason had his gun trained on the green-clad criminal, right between the eyes. Riddler had a gun of his own pointed at Hood. It was a draw, literally. The vigilante narrowed his eyes in irritation. Really, how much shittier can his day get? Now he'd have to find another place to live because of this puce-colored dickhead.

"I am going to kick your ass so hard your new color scheme is going to be black and blue. Then Nightwing's going to kick your ass for taking his color scheme."

Riddler gulped at the threat but didn't lower his gun. It appeared as if he were shaking. Jason would like to think it was from fear, but he was pretty sure it was from repressing his laughter at Jason's voice. His glare intensified, not that Nygma could see it behind the white-out lenses.

"Then I'm going to kick your ass again. And then I'm going to take your stupid, lanky, noodle body, shove it into a suitcase, shove that suitcase into a car trunk. THEN I'm going to send that car off a cliff."

That got the Riddler to shudder slightly as Red Hood wasn't known for making idle threats, no matter how absurd the threat was. Or how hilariously similar to an asthmatic goose his voice sounded. Still, the Riddler was notorious for having the last word. His pride simply couldn't stand for this. Also, he couldn't keep the laughter bubbling in his throat down any longer. Really, Red Hood sounded hilarious. If he sounded like this all the time, nobody would take him seriously. Jason just mentally groaned. Even the Riddler was laughing at him today. 'Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I'll never recover from this. Ever. Please, death, just take me already.'

"How frightening indeed. I wonder, would you-"

He was cut off from his soon-to-be diatribe by Red Hood's low, almost wheezing voice.

"In a trunk. Off a cliff."

The vigilante certainly was adamant about that bit, it seemed. He also appeared to be pretty sick, which should make this easier. Then again, Riddler also should be able to take on a nine year old in a fight and win, and yet that was proven wrong time and time again, sadly.

"Yes, well, riddle me thi-'

"IN A TRUNK. OFF A CLIFF."

Riddler jumped at the sudden enraged yell as the hulking hero took a threatening step toward him. It was then and there that Riddler re-evaluated his plan.

"There's a bomb in here, bye!"

The villain tossed the bag he was once carrying at the sick man and made his timely escape out the window. Jason caught the bag with flailing hands in an effort to keep the bomb stable. Carefully, he opened the sack and peered at the contents. Well, it is a bomb. A fucking bath bomb. Jason threw the bag in irritation before he ran after the frightened villain. He made it down the fire escape in record time. Then, the vigilante caught site of Riddler shoving someone off their bike and riding away.

"I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR LEPRECHAUN LOOKING ASS, NYGMA!'

There was a high shriek as the man looked behind him to see a rather pissed off Red Hood running after him with impressive speed. He peddled all the harder to get away from the unholy ass kicking waiting for him. He was panting sooner than he'd like to admit.

"Why did I join chess club in high school? I should have went for track."

Though he whined to himself, it seemed Red Hood's gear allowed him to hear what he was saying as just shortly after he heard the man yelling at him in response.

"NERD!"

"HEY! CHESS CLUB IS A RESPECTABLE EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITY!"

Even though Riddler was moderately fearing for his life at the moment, he was also feeling rather indignant about that comment. That uncouth meathead wouldn't know respectability if it bit him in his toned ass. Not that, uh, not that Riddler noticed that his ass was toned or anything. That's just absurd. There was no response to his comment, making the villain turn to look behind him. No one. It seemed he lost his tail. He let out a sigh of relief as he slowed his furious pedaling. Finally, he could catch his breath. Naturally, his luck ran out as just a few moments later, that familiar screaming picked up again.

"BOOK CLUB'S COOLER!"

He turned and did a double take. Red Hood apparently hijacked someone's moped and was now speeding after him. Riddler let out an undignified screech as he resumed his previous pace. Of course, he couldn't let the book club comment go without a retort.

"BOOK CLUB IS FOR THOSE TOO MORONIC TO FORM THEIR OWN OPINION ON MEDIOCRE LITERATURE."

"SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU STRING BEAN LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER."

That is something Riddler would never do unless Red Hood was safely tied up in at least twenty chains, put in an unbreakable cage, and completely paralyzed. The crook was arrogant, not insane. Well, some would disagree, but whatever. They don't know what they're talking about.

"FUCK."

At that, he chanced a glance behind him and noticed Red Hood slowing down. It seemed the moped was out of gas. What luck! He let out a victorious cackle as he peddled his way to victory. It was, however, a short lived victory.

"I'M COMING FOR YOU, BITCHWARD."

Riddler was ready to cry. Of course, he got stuck with the violently murderous and notoriously stubborn Bat. Wait, that described at least half of the Bats. Okay, the Bat that actually murdered people. That should narrow the list down a bit. When he turned around, however, he almost fell off of the stolen bike laughing. The big bad Red Hood was chasing after him on a segway. He was leaning dangerously forward in an effort to go faster. This had to be the slowest high speed chase in history. Riddler had to stare straight ahead to keep from losing it. He looked so ridiculously determined and pissed off on that segway. It was such a hilarious contrast, one could mistake it for a Monty Python skit.

"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME."

It appeared the segway had died on the hero as well, causing Riddler to laugh even harder and almost fall off yet again. If he kept this up, he'd get caught just from the ridiculousness of this all.

Meanwhile, the civilians, who should be panicking at the site of the two, were, instead, laughing quite loudly. It was very upsetting, actually. Everyone really was laughing at Jason today. This wasn't fair. He threw the piece of shit segway down. Who even rode those anymore? He would have just grappled his way to the rooftop and cut Riddler off down the road but it turns out he forgot his grapple gun at home. And the spare. Figures. Someone upstairs sure hated him today.

He looked around frantically to find something to ride to catch up to the escaping villain. Jason couldn't run the whole way, not feeling the way he did today. Sure, the medicine helped, but he still felt like utter shit and if kept trying to keep pace with the bicycle, he'd hack up a lung from coughing. No vehicles lined the street because they had been moved due to the parade earlier. Great. Nobody kept their bikes outside anymore because they'd get stolen. Hell, he didn't even see a scooter. Then, his eyes landed on something and he let out a long, pained groan. Why? Why him? Why couldn't the sweet embrace of death just choke him out already? Resigned to his fate of being the laughing stock forever, he made his way to the only option left. He had a Lucky Charms imposter to catch and beat the shit out of.

The sound of citizens laughing drew the attention of Dick and Damian, who had been nearby and were worried it was Joker toxin. Turns out, no, it wasn't that. It was Jason being ridiculous. Dick almost fell off the roof laughing as he watched his brother chase the Riddler on every ridiculous vehicle he could get his hands on. He looked over to see Damian recording the event with a growing almost evil grin on his lips. Oh, this was so getting sent to everyone. What really made Dick lose it, however, was when Jason peddled after the villain on a kid's tricycle. Tassles and all. Dick had to sit down as he laughed. Even Dami's rockhard resolve was crumbling as he giggled lightly to himself. Jason would definitely never live this down.

Jason got the sensation that one of his siblings was making fun of him right now. He prayed none of them were seeing this, as he would never get to live it down. Still, he had to catch this asshole one way or another. There was no way in hell Jason was letting him walk, especially after he walked into Jason's apartment AND made him ride a motherfucking segway while he was sick. His bad boy image would never recover. His life was effectively over. Again.

The kid's tricycle he was on (and he felt slightly bad for the kid he took it from) shook dangerously beneath him as he picked up speed going downhill. He was closing in on the Riddler and he grinned menacingly. Okay, so he probably looked just a tad unhinged right now, but can anyone really blame him? Then, he heard a heartstopping popping sound and the tricycle literally fell apart underneath him, sending him tumbling across the asphalt. He lay amidst the scraped pink wreckage and just stared at the dark sky in defeat.

He only looked at his escaping target when Riddler started to laugh loudly only to get cut off by a 'BANG'. It seemed he was laughing so hard, he ran into a sign and knocked himself out. Fantastic. Even worse, Nightwing and Robin swooped in to handcuff the unconscious villain and give him a thumbs up, followed by Dick talking to him loudly.

"Don't worry Hood, we got him!"

Jason just sighed and stared at the sky again, refusing to move. Moments later, the figures of his two brothers stood over him. They were staring judgementally, making fun of him, he just knew it.

"Get up, Hood."

Damian was polite as ever. Still, Jason didn't move. Instead, he looked at the younger hero.

"Do me a favor, get the Batmobile."

If Jason had to take a guess, he'd say Dami just rolled his eyes at him, though it felt as if both brothers were now looking him over critically.

"Your fall, while disgraceful, did not seem too catastrophic. Are you injured?"

"No."

Robin let out an impatient noise as he looked at the growing crowd then back to his 'brother'.

"Then why do you need the Batmobile?"

Jason looked at him with a deathly serious expression.

"I want you to run me over with it."

Damian and Dick were both silent for a moment as they stared at Jason. Then, Damian gave the smallest of smirks as he responsed.

"...Gladly."

Dick whipped his head toward Damian at the affirmation.

"Robin, no! Red Hood, get up. Riddler and the other Rogues are dealt with. You can head home."

Instead of rising, as Dick instructed, Jason gave a mournful sort of shake of the head.

"Can't."

At this point, Dick was ready to just drag his dramatic ass home and toss him in his bed. They really needed to split before the police got here, but Hood didn't seem to want to move any time soon.

"And why is that?"

"Riddler knows where my apartment is."

That caught the eldest hero by surprise.

"Wait, how?"

"He climbed into my bedroom window because SOMEBODY left it open, Dickhead."

Despite the accusatory glare being sent his way, Dick laughed.

"Seriously? That's fucking hilarious."

"Shut up. He threw a bath bomb at me."

The mental image alone had him laughing again. What a jerk.

"Hey, at least it wasn't a real bomb, right?"

Any rebuttal was cut off as an explosion coming from the direction of Jason's apartment shook the ground. All three vigilantes looked toward the steadily rising smoke.

"Holy shit, it was a real bomb."

Jason just closed his eyes and gave up. The sky flashed with lightning and thundercrashed. Within the next moment, rain poured down on the forlorn hero.

"Fuck my second life."

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So this is a lil prompt thing for @rhinnie so I hope you like it. I don't normally post stuff mostly by tags but yeah Prompt was for a 'ways to say 'I love you"' :- "Here, drink this. You'll feel better" Danvin (romantic or platonic) ---------- (I made it a bit of both and FAHC if that's okay) Dan frowned. They'd said they'd be back soon and that was over two hours ago, so to say the rest of them were antsy was an understatement. Geoff had asked Gavin, Ryan and Jeremy to go and "talk" to a couple of their 'associates' who thought that multiple delayed payments were acceptable, just because "we still paid didn't we?" So a silver tongued Golden Boy and two of his attack dogs were sufficient enough to get the message across. Michael had protested at first, almost whining that it's wasn't fair only two of them got to go with Gavin. Dan knew it was partly because Michael was fully aware he'd have to spend time in the same room as him and the two of them had a minor conflict going on at the moment. In the end, Geoff had told him to sit down and deal with it, "You can go on the next one, dickhead." So almost two and a half hours later, it was disconcerting they hadn't returned yet. They heard the sound of the door unlocking and in walked Jeremy first, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and knuckles stained pinkish-red, and scarlet streaked across his cheek. The youngest member of the crew worried his teeth over his bottom lip, a nervous look in his eyes and when Ryan walked in it was easy to see why. Gavin was cradled in his arms, head resting on his shoulder and lanky arms slung around his back and waist, slurring what-if's at a pensive Ryan who tried his hardest to answer them as sincerely as he could. Gavin didn't seem to be dying but once The Vagabond had gently laid him out on the sofa it was clear by his blown out pupils and dazed expression he'd taken a pretty hard knock to the head. Green eyes kept drifting and slipping closed and Jack's big sister instincts kicked in. She sat down on the edge of the sofa cushion to check Gavin over. Gentle hands stroked over his neck and shoulders, a quick check of the dark stain at his waist proving to have not come from Gavin himself. She checked his head over, finding a nasty looking gash on his forehead, cutting through his eyebrow and dripping blood down his eyelid and cheek. Geoff had been stood passively, arms folded and face blank as he watched Ryan set Gavin down. As soon as Jack took over, he was dragging a fuming Michael (who'd been angrily pacing the entire time since the trio had returned) with him. "Ryan, Jeremy. Come with me please." Dan trailed after them, casting one last look over his shoulder at Gavin who Jack was now hugging, whether reassurance for his B or for herself he didn't know. He walked into the planning room, closing the door quietly behind him before turning to face the rest of the crew around the table. Michael's fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white and tucked under his arms. Jeremy was still biting at his bottom lip, by this point he'd drawn blood but didn't seem to care. Ryan was quieter than normal, mask finally removed and Dan could see his face paint smeared out of the perfect lines he knew Gavin had helped draw that morning. Dan leant against the wall, arms folded loosely and face empty. "So," Geoff started, looking between Jeremy and Ryan after shooting a warning at Michael, "Who wants to tell me what happened?" Jeremy and Ryan shared a look before the shorter of the two sighed. "It started off as standard, you know? Gavin knocked politely, we stood behind him looking like the muscle we were there to be. They let us in and Gav starts his usual routine, waxing poetry and twisting them round his little finger. He had them backed into a corner, Ryan had already had to punch one guy who got cocky and he was passed out on the floor. They were scared." "As they fucking should be." Michael muttered distractedly. "That's great, and by the duffel I'm assuming you got more out of them." Geoff looked to Ryan now. Ryan took over, "Yeah, all Gavin's handiwork. They'll now also be paying in advance for shipments." Geoff nodded, satisfied and proud of his boys. "That doesn't explain why you had to carry Gavin back though." Ryan's face darkened. "That... We were leaving, Jeremy already out the door with the bag and I hung back just to make sure we were all out. The leader, still simpering, called out to Gavin and he turned around and took the butt of an assault rifle to the face. Clocked him right over the temple. I caught him as he went down but he was out of it." Dan scowled, thinking of the cheap shot and how pathetic it was. He glanced back to Ryan when he sighed. "I shot the leader, wish I'd killed him, left a warning written in blood and no one else dared to even move as we left." "So how come it took so long for you to get back here?" Dan asked, fingers now playing with the hem of his shirt and legs itching to carry him back to Gavin. "Oh, someone heard the gunshot and called the cops, took us a while to lose them, then we stayed silent until we were sure it'd blown over. We were on the other side of the city though so it took an hour to get back." Jeremy pitched in, finally putting the bag on the table. Geoff was still frowning, deep lines etched into his forehead even as he stepped forward to unzip the duffel. The amount of cash inside lessened the ache a little, but not much when he knew Gavin was in pain and bleeding. He wiped a hand over his face, pressing fingers into his eyes and tweaking his moustache before sighing with a nod. "Alright. Okay. Well, not much we can do now, hopefully the bastard bled out after you left. We'll sort this. Michael, Lil J, I need you to go get some stuff for me, list is in the kitchen." He tossed a set of keys at Michael, hoping a job would distract him from Gavin. Michael caught them easily, stalking from the room with Jeremy close behind him. Hearing the front door slam not even a minute later, Geoff exhaled in relief. He nodded at Dan, gesturing politely for him to leave and the Brit took his cue; he closed the door gently to the sound of Geoff and Ryan murmuring to one another. Heading back into the living room, Gavin had curled into a ball, tucked up against Jack's side as she ran gentle fingers through his hair, careful around the gauze she'd taped over what he knew would be butterfly stitches. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, smiling gently and shifting. Gavin whined in response, leaning into her more heavily before he glanced up and saw Dan. He stretched out his arms, making slightly clumsy grabby-hands at him, and Dan had to smile despite the worry. He held up a finger, trying not to laugh at the mildly dopey pout on Gavin's face, and ventured to the kitchen quickly. When he returned, Jack was just standing up, still petting a hand over Gavin's head to calm his distress at being left alone. Dan moved over to the sofa, sitting next to Gavin and grinning when his B leaned against him immediately. He gently batted away uncoordinated arms, wrapping long slender fingers around the plastic cup (everything forbid he give a concussed Gavin anything breakable) and guiding it to Gavin's mouth. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better." He hid his smile in Gavin's hair as the Golden Boy let out an appreciative hum at the warm tea. "B. Y'used a Brit t'bag." The sentence was slurred but Dan huffed a laugh at the statement. "Of course I did B, you know I can't stand the pathetic American excuse. 'Sides, you need it." "Mmm. Thanks B." Gavin settled more heavily against Dan, taking another sip of tea and closing his eyes. Dan knew if he let Gavin sleep he'd have to wake him in an hour to check on the concussion. He adjusted his position against the sofa cushion, catching Gavin as he dropped against him, "Go to sleep, Gav. I'll wake you up in a bit." "M'kay." Gavin rested his head against his shoulder, moving his head a little and tickling wild golden hair against Dan's cheek and chin. "Love you, B." Dan swallowed, fighting down the fondness creeping up through his chest and spreading warmth. "I love you too." (When Geoff, Jack and Ryan emerged from the planning room an hour later, Michael and Jeremy still weren't back yet, but the sight of both Gavin and Dan passed out on the sofa was both adorable and perfect for future blackmail.)