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mahiiimahiiii · 2 months ago

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fuck it, guess we both aint' shit

a/n: sorry this fic took so long y'all i am so slow when i write. for context, i solely write before i go to bed and pass out with my phone attached to my head this was a request a while back when i was still active in bg3 circles lol so its been going for MONTHS at this point. i dunno how folks crank this shit out that's like a super power. anyways im playing skyrim now!!!!! im working on two fics, one skyrim and the other f:nv, because i love love loveeeee beatrix russell and also want my ttrpg character to have several enjoyable moments in her sad life. stay tuned! it may be a while for those to come out, so i appreciate y'all being patient. coops accent in this story is based on my own, im from the Appalachian region of virgina!! just to note we tend not to say the first letter of words. at least that was my accent and my experience each southern person will be different :)) please enjoy and let me know if you have any ideas, i'm always grateful for those.

ps. sorry for the long a/n lmao

(my doc says this is 19 pages!! my longest to date lmaooooo.)

general notes: named insert (fo1 character!!), doc is brown :))), i tried to stay pretty neutral with gendered language but doc has a pussy and boobs (sorry for being vulgar. it helps to specify their parts so you know what you're getting into) as always its a smut, and ooc cooper, i'm getting my feel for him, drugged sex, cannibalisim as a metaphor, barely disguised breeding fetish, restraints and rope play.

During the warmest months of a farming season you often asked yourself, why.

Why did you decide to choose NCR sharecropping in the first place, and what made you so god damn lucky to leave Nevada alive.

You had started off a trek from the high walled dunes of the new republic’s deserts for a more opportunistic place in Colorado. High walled mountains kept off raiders, but kept in heat and snow. So you worked tirelessly on the outskirts of a small settlement, modeled after a historic town out of a western film.

Recently you received Brahmin from a trade deal which made planting significantly easier to do.

Brahmin dung was also good for another thing as well.

Jet.

Your tidy lab always stunk of fertilizer and smoked out herbs, this was a small production thing so the allowance to vary was there. You sun-dried the patties first, stacking the briquettes between bushels of dry and wild herbs, this would be burnt out and condensed into pressurized containers, if not mixed with a bit of water for easier spray abilities.

This is where your actual money came from; compared to that farming was a hobby. You had a regular client coming in for a shipment. This one-a favorite of yours for a bit. Perhaps not for his “aesthetic appeal” though his sallow and gaunt skin holds echoes of the handsome man he was previously.

No..

You liked his voice (though faux it was), and his bright teeth(stained with a yellow, making them seem more manilla if anything), the way his hat held over his brow (you could never see his eyes), the perch of his thumbs tucked into his belt (an odd position at that.), and the corners of his smile lines. With each step you took towards him, the professional in you took five steps back. You had half a shock at one point to care for him when he randomly appeared piss drunk at your step. The way he curled into you as his speech slurred, or the odd way he made himself comfortable on the couch.

He told you you smelt nice that day. You sent him along with a packet of sober up pills and hangover meds.

You pressed down on the seed bed with a glove tugging at the carrot rooted in the Rocky soil.

“Sonofabitch!” You cussed out as you tugged. You took a couple more stabs at the dirt again, loosening the ground around it.

Your breathed in the deep blue sky surrounded by miles of mountains, the plains you resided in like the bottom of a welded goblet.

You wiped the sweat off your brow, the chunky glove absorbing most of it. You tugged up the loosened carrot and tossed it into a small bin filled with produce. You stood up brushing off your overalls of excess soil.

You carried the bin off, jumped by a hoarse whistle from the pasture.

“There you are sweetheart!” He held a hand over his head, in greeting.

“Hey you!” the ghoul gave you no name, so you referred to him in vague suggestions.

“You certainly arrived early! What's the occasion? Could you help me with one of the baskets, Hun’?”

He trotted over, the click and jingle of his spurs followed behind him. He hoisted one over his shoulder with ease. “Am I not allowed to see my favorite doctor? I found myself wandering about the area, supposed I'd drop by…I do know when I'm not welcome though.”

“It would be awful rude of me to not accept your company.” You teased in return. He rolled his eyes, lugging the bins of produce to be sorted and sold up your porch steps.

“Need a place to stay?” You didn't look up, as this generally came as a routine question.

“Same as always.” He confirmed, stomping off the dirt from his boots.

“Mind me changing then, hun?” your words didn't reflect affection, but showed shallow familiarity in them.

He shrugged, “‘pose not, m’ gonna have a smoke on the porch.”

“Take your time” you nod, trudging up the creaking and faded wood stairs.

You weren't sure how to approach him, he had shown signs of interest previously, walking in on your out of the way showers, leaving things for him to come back and collect them, paying more caps for his shipment than usual. To be fair, you definitely indulged him- at one point you had complained about your water resource being devoid of warmed water. As you padded around with soaking skin and a fluffy towel, and a grumpy expression cemented on your lips.

All this teasing didn't help those dreams, they started when he left an extra shirt from his pack. This one was dark and ragged, a change from his gray stained cowboy shirt with tassels. It smelt like him, and deeply so. You were ashamed to admit that you used it to pleasure yourself for a period of time. Eventually your breath stained the shirt and it no longer smelt like him; that was a depressing day indeed.

You had handed the item back to him, he took it with a thin smile. I'm glad you took care of it.

Weeks after an item of yours went missing, then returned in odd places. Socks, a camisole or two, most egregious was from your hamper, two pairs of bloomers you intended to clean. It was an unspoken agreement, an item exchange of sorts, perhaps he sought companionship on the heat stained road.

To admit your affections weren't returned was a vague understatement, he had propositioned you on several occasions often asking to meet late at the barn, he was quick to release offering a thank you by allowing you to squeeze and grind down on his fingers as he cleaned the spent cum with a tossed aside shirt. It was always one of yours.

Those moments were short, maybe if you offered a comfortable environment he'd be willing to play pretend.

You tugged off the flannel that stuck to your sides, unclipping the overalls and tugging them over your shins. Your bones popped as you stretched, peeling off the soaked undergarments in exchange for one less distracting. The air was cool against your skin, you took a wetted rag from your ceramic basin and cleaned down your sweaty skin. You tossed the dirt stained clothes into your hamper: sucking in air between your teeth. The outfit you decided on was a loose button down, soft cotton slacks with a silver button, and some leather sandals.

It wasn't your most dashing look, but it was an easy one, something to throw on as the sun began its track down.

You ate in silence, spoons clicking against cracked porcelain bowls. The stew was filling as per usual, but you kept your head down.

He looked much more red with the checkered table cloth in front of him, his jaw working as he pulverized the food in front of him.

The ghoul in front of you quirked a brow “you ain't becoming feral are ya? The rate you're scoffing supper down. I'm fraid to be your next meal!”

“No m' just thinkin’. Tend to eat fast when I have lots to ponder.” you held the spoon to your lips tilting it and passing the savory broth over your tongue.

The older man set down his spoon, a bit of confusion racking his brow. “yaint got much to think about. What a chemist n all. You're just plugged into all them formulas ,ain't you sweet pea?”

You grunt in somewhat acknowledgement “I guess”

The lower rooms in the evening became sticky hot without the curtains drawn, bright sun flames the sides of the buildings and glinted off the tarnished metal buckles and beads on the cowboys outfit.

“Well.” You rose holding your empty bowl, the click of metal under porcelain still droning on at the other side of the table. “I'm pooped, I think it's time to retire to my room. Do some unwinding, the works. Goodnight, sir. “

You turned to leave, setting your bowl in the open kitchen sink, the ghouls voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey doc- I got an odd request.” The cowboy began. “Have you ever tried jet?”

Cooper hesitated for once, feeling your warm skin beneath his palm, the way your pulse sang when he touched you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

His thumb traced the corner of your mouth, lips parted delicately to taste. He had you pinned as you sunk into his figure, one hand flattened on his breast the other hanging limply at your side. You cupped it around the side of him, allowing him to move in close.

He watched your eyes wide and dilate, your already oh so large pupils eclipsing your iris’s.

This must've felt like light years away for someone not as attuned.

Your breath washed against him, his nasal cavity picking the strong sickly scent of jet on your tongue, he could taste you in the back of his throat.

“Tell me if anything is too much, as much as I seem gruff, I do desire the lady folk having an equal amount of fun.”

You hiccup and nod, “yeah I understand - yessir.”

“You don't try your own stock, doc?” He tilted his head, carefully leading your jelly body to the bed.

“Jet ain't my choice- I usually go for day tripper. Slows you down a lot more, so I do it during sunny days. Things change and you can enjoy a lot more “ you talked with your hands he often noticed, but here they flew without meaning, like a puppet with cut strings.

“Mmm.” He mused, a sound of recognition. He shut the bedroom door, the low light of the sun spilling in dappled puddles through your window. He kicked off his boots, placed them in a corner and set his heavy overcoat and hat on a chair.

“Once again, are you sure? Is this what you want?”

He was hesitant to approach, leaning over you with one knee on the soft mattress. The springs creaked under the shift in weight.

“You certainly know how to make a girl beg for it.” You joke, cracking a half grin.

“Being a tease comes with the territory, sugar.” he tucked a curl behind your ear, cupping your cheek with the rough palm of his hand. He listened to your breath flutter; that hit of jet has fucked you up.

The rusted iron bed frame creaked under his shifting weight, mindful of your soft limbs as he coaxed your legs apart to hang on his hips- Your hair bloomed outward on the pile of cotton and straw pillows. eyes laden with a hazy glow that reflected the golden light.

Your breath fanned over his face- sweet, tangy and rich. Your tongue swiped in-between your cracked lips coating them with a coating of spit, they glistened in the low golden sun.

Your hand, weathered from soil, caressed his cheek with all the gentleness of a rose petal. He crooned and leaned into you, you were much more inviting of his touch, a satisfied “hmph” as what remained if his lips landed on yours.

Your hands found the back of his neck pulling I'm into you.

You felt soft, curling around his jagged edges like water droplets on a sky light. His fingertips tingle with electricity.

You huffed tilting your head slightly, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. Your skin pooled with heat, his thumbs finding the underside of your breast. He cradled your tap dancing heart between two palms. Your lips found a clumsy rhythm; one that he found nostalgic. It was easy to imagine being young with you, you made it look effortless.

You pushed him away- cheeks stained a bright rosy pink as you gulped down air like an odd looking fish. Curls laid on your cheeks sticking up on odd and random places, if he was a much kinder man he would've tucked a strand behind your ear, issuing kisses that traced to your nose. You cracked a warm, half-smile; your hand finding a place under his cheekbone.

You wheeze out quickly, coughing up fumes of jet; sputtering like a broken down car. “Your name-” you finally got out, “I never got your name.”

There was sincerity in your eyes, innocence even- perhaps a hope that this wouldn't be another one-night stand.

Perhaps today… he would allow himself to fly too close to the sun. For once- to bathe in the bright warm of comfort, the wholeness of companionship; the milk of human kindness.

“Cooper.”

“Cooper.” The sound rang off your cherry pink lips held by ivory teeth and a fleshy velvet tongue. “Cooper.”

“And yours?” He asked quietly.

“Just doc is fine.” You purse your lips, the joy that rang off your tongue snapped close like a heavy lid of a jewelry box - hiding the treasures from sight. You formed a slight business-like manner to your tone.

He nodded curtly, shifting on his elbows to drape himself over you once more.

He worked the buttons of your shirt off. helping you out of the loose cotton shirt- he licked his lips intently. It was truly an oasis of flesh to his gaze.

He whistled low, his fingers twitching and buzzing- aching even, just to get a feel of the soft warm skin beneath him. “Arnt you the prettiest thing I ever did see” his voice was a lowered rasp.

The warm sun pooled below your sternum and held your face dearly. The lace frame around your pillow held up your portrait.

The bounty hunter listened to your heart beat away in its cage. He then sat back on his haunches and dragged his fingers down your sternum.

“Such pretty, soft skin “ he cooed. The nail in his finger digging into the surface leaving a trail of raised skin behind it. You wiggle at the prickling sensation on your skin. What game was he playing?

He took an inhale as his palms cupped your shoulders and scooted down your sides, repeating in an almost massage like motion. He repeated the same kneading motion with your chest, a low sigh coming from his lips.

He was used to an exchange or dance of sorts when it came to these circumstances. A relief of hand, or the jingle of caps in some woman's back pocket. The road has taken a toll on his aspect of companionship, for once he found himself slightly stupefied except for the notion to touch you.

You melted into his warm palms; your eyes fluttering shut into relaxation.

“Are you comfortable Cooper?” You broached the awkward silence of sighs with unease.

“Doing just fine sweetheart, you relax now.” the vaquero chides; flicking your nipple as a slight retort. You tense at the sensation though unpleasant as it is enjoyable.

The ghoul unbuttoned his vest, tossing it aside and leaving him in that faded vault tec cowboy shirt and pinstripe trousers. He loosened the top few buttons of his shirt, a bit self conscious of his form without all these layers. You blink slowly, re-assembling to settle your thighs around his hips. His kisses smudged your lipstick, cupping your jaw in one hand- the other cradling the pillow behind your head. you lean into his egging, lifting your neck for his teeth to graze.

His tongue was the first sensation. licking a stripe up your collar broke you out into simple goosebumps. You close your eyes against the sensation of him latching onto your skin. One of his hands caressed your chest, the other held your hip- squeezing it gently. He left indents and bruises to litter your skin, a mauve flush of patchwork on your neck. As His bites ran below the collar- he shifted position. He kissed down your chest, marking a spot right above a mole. Dipping his head lower His tongue swirled around a nipple taking it into his mouth.

The other was treated to the same palming while his other hand busied itself by burying into his boxers.

A bittersweet image flooded his mind. As a younger man himself, he would take many lovers. Holed up in some trailer room on a daybed, lips puffed and tight pencil skirt tossed to the wayside, it left you cloaked in a mussed bone white blouse with a bow at the neck. Dark black heels dug into the velvet beneath your ass. The tight stifled moans- the ferocity of your grip- the way you offered to not ruin his set costume.

Your glasses would slide down your nose as he coos would split you wide open like a piece of log.

These dalliances were savory before married life, a taste he'd like to try again.

He found himself switching, adjusting hands, welcome to an exasperated sigh of frustration from your lips.

“Cooper” sounded off like a prayer, the rock of an ocean wave as he navigated down your sternum.

He hooked a finger under your waistband- you burned brighter than any field of irradiated waste. “Now's your chance miss.” he hummed, stroking the sides of the scrunched fabric.

Much to his chagrin, you nodded. A warm sickly sweet feeling of familiar warmth crept up the walls of his stomach. Was it pride? Longing?

Whatever it was, he stared down the barrel of his would be nose. He wet his lips like a wolf about to blow down a stick building- and certainly, most certainly, he would make a meal of the javelina inside.

Carefully he unwrapped you, laid bare before him your skin bristled underneath the heat of his hand. He sighed again for emphasis, the flashes of you in that scenario warmed the back of his mind.

Another indulgent idea as his fingers skimmed against your hip line. His brow furrowed as he watched your eyes flutter shut again.

Chaps pushed to under his knee, boxers and Levi's still clung to his thigh. In this he was a bit older, the sleepy dream holding an air of youth from the way you bit down on his hand and hesitated to fully sheath yourself onto him. In quick staccato motions that angled for just the right spot sent your teeth sinking into his hand. Your legs shook slightly as the tip of your heel curved around his calf. A careful balancing act

His hands traced patterns onto your clit absentmindedly- bowing down to steal a slow kiss every once in a while. He was careful, he wanted something decadent.

He kneeled at the altar between your hips, for he was but a man.

He bit down on the flesh of your thigh, prodding your entrance with a finger- he sucked at the indented wound. Lifting up your thigh he left marks underneath the skin of your butt. He worked on opening you up- sliding a finger into you easily. You held eye contact, rolling your hips against his thumb and hand, figured in a pinching motion. Just one tug of the thread and he had you spiraled out.

The air was laden with the heavy silence that wasn't the crackle of an obscure motown album. He added a second, your body rippling out like a Newton's cradle at the sensation.

“Coop’ shit-” were the first words you said in a bit.

“Talk to me babygirl, can only do so much while my hands are busy.” He curled his fingers massaging the spongy tissue beneath their tips.

“Coop-!” you whine again, leaning into the hand that cupped your face.

Your brow was furrowed in concentration- moving your toes to avoid the muscles of your leg locking in place.

“Are we just fond of sayin’ my name, hm? C'mon pretty girl, tell me whatcha like me to do.'' He growled, kissing the corner of your mouth, the side of your nose, up to your furrowed brow.

He kissed back down your chest, kissing the flesh of your thighs.

He began his game of chicken- cupping your back one thumb drawing circles into your sides.

“Tell me.” He urged.

his lips drew near your throbbing clit heat pulsing in waves from your legs.

“God, you're really having me do this?” you puff up a bit, embarrassment settling into your skin.

“Ain't no shame in being polite, sweetheart.” He chides “your parents teach you manners? Now am I gonna spell it out for you or what?” His tongue dipped between your folds; tracing light circles around the bundle of nerves.

You hissed like a tea kettle, bending the knee for better access. “Please sir.” Your tone was condensed as you struggled to keep composure, or lest you break in your bed partner's nose a bit more.

“Please what, be specific sweetheart.”

your warm palm squeezing the back of his head felt just right

You swore under your breath, mustering the courage from the depths of your stomach, sacrificing your bruised pride in return. “please I'd like to- like you to eat me out.”

“What a sweet girl, perhaps I'll reward her for being so polite, hm? What do you think doc.” He grinned, flashing the aged and manilla teeth in his maw.

You deflate, nodding your head in almost defeat.

The ghoul hummed in approval- his fingers once stilled began to tap dance happily against your inner walls. He wove himself into you, mouth latched firmly onto your clit- his dark blown eyes flashing up to your reddened face every once in a while.

Your thighs framed his head. He had lifted one over his shoulder for better access to your core. Your legs hooked around his neck, trapping him closer.

The sound of slurps made your stomach twist into hard knots. Contented and pleasured groans fell around you- sending small vibrations to your clit. You held onto his bicep, after a while he offered his other hand.

To be eaten alive by another man was only discussed in the late hours of the evening. Cigarette smoke drawn from his teeth hissing away like a steam engine as you talked. You felt consented like one humming giant beast.

The cartilage of his nose bumped against your clit as he went to taste you. Squeezing the delicate fingers of yours pink, he pressed his hips into the mattress trying to relieve some pressure.

“Coop’! holy shit-!” He felt your walls contract around his hand, clamping down in them. He was quick to remove himself leaving you sullen and empty

Partially to stave off an orgasm from how nimble his fingers could be. Years worth of repairs means one getting good at tasks like sewing.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Can't have my baby spoiled yet.” Cooper tutted stealing a peck from your lips.

Your lips formed a whine as he sat back licking his fingers clean. “Ain't right if I can't have some fun too, hm? Ain't that right, sugar.” His lips twitched into a smirk as he unclasped his unruly belt wiggling down the rough denim over his ass and thighs. He splayed his legs and sat back on his haunches, eyes flicking back up. He wasn't bigger than average, but he was certainly thicker. A pert and red head with pulsing green veins that ran down the side. his legs and hips were surprisingly less marred than the rest of his body, resulting in just a light texture on his cock.

“You're awfully quiet now sweetheart, see something you like?” He teased, prowling his way back up your form, his lips mapping the thin and light scars on your smooth skin.

He slid his member along your folds bumping his head against your clit. “Ain't you just hot n’ bothered, hm sweetheart?”

He could feel you trying to squeeze down around nothing desperately looking for something to work on your arousal with.

“Roll over for me, pup.” This came out as a snarl, a harsh command from the sweetness he usually treated you with. He spat into his hand. Rubbing it along his shaft as a makeshift lube.

You laid there ass exposed to the warm light. Your knees pressed into the mattress below.

The cowboy readied his condition to be that of a sour patch kid, enticed to show vulnerability but apprehensive enough to snap. A high emotional state for him.

He watched your ass bounce as you turned, your head cushioned by your pillows. You stared at him from behind. Those big eyes of yours would be the inevitable death of him. He filled a palm with your flesh squeezing it gently before quickly smacking it.

The force made it jiggle again, the sounds of the slaps sounding sharp and sour. His warm hands palmed the fullness of your reddened ass rutting himself between your cheeks.

“God I could just cum just like this, all over this gorgeous ass of yours.” Cooper sighed, bending forward for a better angle.

“‘s your choice” your voice slurred- giving away the concentrated effort not to beg like a bitch in heat.

His hand was quick, the slap left your skin tingling. “I don't take backtalk well miss. If there's something you want, we ask for it- politely. The ncr hadn't brought back the old worlds manners with it as well I see. I’ll make a respectable woman out of you yet.”

You snorted, “ain't no manners when you were raised with a gun in your hand. I'm not a common whore from the strip. I'm an educated whore.”

“Damn right.” He growled with a swift serving of pain to your ass. He pinched it and jiggled it slightly. He stopped for a moment in a split decision, bowing his head and kissing the skin under his hand, “sorry.” heaving a sigh from the bottom of his chest. “ It's a shame this gotta end so soon.”

“You don't have to go just yet coop’” you attempted to reassure the older man “you can stay at my place if you'd like. Didn't know you were having this much fun tossin’ the sack. Seemed…casual to me.”

“I'm only human, ain't we supposed to be social creatures doc?” his hands smoothed over your back. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, a peace offering beforehand.

“ ‘pose so. Alright then, I don't get how this relates to you fucking me raw soon.” you teased, turning your head to the side of a pillow to gaze back at him, a slight coyness to your lowered lashes.

“It ain't.” his mouth fused mostly together into a wide and glistening smile, seemed a bit wider- cheeky almost. “Since you asked so nicely…” he trailed off, the head of his member rubbing against the folds of your entrance. “What was it you wanted? Gee I don't remember- maybe the radiation is getting to me after all- you're gonna have to remind me.”

You shoved your hips back in a retort- trying to capture all of him just from the sensation of his members head prodding your entrance.

“Oho!” He chuckled softly “getting feisty aren't we.” You felt the warmth behind you fade. You looked back in confusion. The vaquero bowed, kissing a splotch of red on your ass. “Eyes forward, doc.” He commanded, and so his will, will be. Behind you he rustled, searching for something, he hummed quietly once he found it, his lasso. The ghoul fastened a hangman's knot at the end of the rope tying it between your ankles and knees. Another loop and knot at your hip then over a shoulder and under an arm. So when he pulled back he would pull all of you. He went back to rummaging, pulling a pair of stockings out of your sock drawer, loosely tying them around your wrists, an odd touch of care considering that the rope already bit at your skin. “Now are you gonna behave? Or must I do this the hard way.

“I'll certainly try my best” you tilted your hips up, popping your back. “Can't promise much from one so ornery as myself.”

“Well then if you act up I'll just cum on your ass. Fair deal?” he spread your lips apart, broaching your entrance. His other hand dipped in front of you pressing down on your stomach to avoid initial cramping.

You gasped and grit your teeth. “fair deal.”

“Ain't you a gentleman then coop, your hands quite a nice temperature”

“Thank you” he purred, adjusting his hips as he sank into you, “just the polite thing to do when you don't have lube.”

His hand shifted to your clit, pinching gently at the sensitive nub. Heat bloomed like hot house poinsettias at your core. He grunted at your walls clasping down and memorizing everything about him.

“Ain't you nice and tight.” The cowboy hummed, wiping at his brow. “This is gonna take forever if you don't relax.”

And oh God did you feel wonderful. Tight to the center with just a bit of friction enough to cling onto him.

“Ain't much relaxing to do when you're pumped up on jet.” You lowered the floor of your stomach trying to accommodate his length.

“Ain't that so? Just looks like we’ll have to do some forcin’ huh?” He shifted his hips out ever so slightly and eased his way back in. Slow and comfortably, he manually stretches you out. You moaned out into the pillow beneath you, leisurely thrusts scraping against your walls. You clung to him like a glove, his balls merely tapped against your vulva. A warm soreness hit the back of your core as he tugged the rope down onto him.the fibers bit your sides, neck, and hips, searing their marks of claim onto you. He leaned forward, the sink slow but hitting the back of your cervix, your sex made a soft squishy sound as he hit hilt, panting like a feral mongrel dog.

“God I hope this is what heaven feels like-” he sighed, rolling his hips.

The cowboys sunburnt peach skin flushed a blotchy red around his cheeks. “m gonna come to visit more often- just to cum in this pretty hole of yours.”

“You've got an awfully dirty mouth coop’” you teased, sneaking a smile behind the round of your ass. This wasn't the first time the older ghoul had asked for favors, but always always always he cried like it had.

“not true, I followed my momma's instructions to brush my teeth every night” his grin peaked to the side. Hand quick as a flash landing itself on your rump, you let out a little oof.

“your momma did a piss poor job then..” You retort, lowering your chest to hit a more connected angle.

His knees settled down in-between your thighs. Spread apart with the rough indented and textured skin of his bare skin.

He settled back in his calves, his hand lazily finding its way back to your clit massaging it in small pulses, pinched beneath his thumb and forefinger.

With his hips settled back, the top of his head slid against one of your sweet spots, sending pulses like a fiddle string down your spine.

You burrowed deeper into the pillow, stifling the moans that threatened to spill from your lips.

He held a hand to your side that was surprisingly gentle. He bowed his head and curled inward- kissing the small on your back.

“This ok with you? May I get a little faster?” the ghoul has asked.

You let out a grunt of approval, backing your hips fully on his member. At this pace you became playful lifting your hips at the last second, eeking soft whines of content through his teeth. He tipped his head back, coopers warm hands snuck under the rope to brace your hip.

“Agh, fuck.” The rasps he made ached in your throat. “Darlin I can't do this, flip over.”

and so you did.

Between his ribs there settles a faint green glow, like some sort of demented lightning bug.

Cooper worked at getting the lower ropes off your legs allowing some freedom, but kept the ones that framed your chest. Your hand tied up to the bedpost like a malfunctioning bungee cord.

“There you are.” The ghoul cupped your cheek, his thumb drew small circles into its hollow. You laced your legs behind his calves as he entered again, precoating your walls with pre-come.the cowboys eyes became half lidded and fluttered, he was going insane just being inside you. His hips were an attempt at a measured pace, speeding up every once in a while to keep you on your toes.

The older man leaned down to kiss you, his lips and hands clung to you with a sense of rushed intimacy. The smell of your sweat clung to his rope and to his skin promising domesticated life of sorts, if he just stayed.

You hitched your knees up above his hips, the edge of the bed thumping into the wall behind you. Cooper leveraged himself a bit more sinking in quickly making your thighs sting.

He quickly rutted his hips, the ghouls hands cupping your contorted face as clicks of irradiated sweat fizzed around you.

You felt light headed, a dull throbbing pulsed through your mind. You could barely keep your eyes open to hold contact without them shutting or rolling back in their sockets.

“Coop-” you whispered, “holy shit I'm close- you're gonna break me sweetheart -”

“Ain't that so? That's a shame hm? That you have to wait?”

“No-” you whined, clenching your jaw “no please- coop- don't-” your mind ran like a panicked rabbit instinctively rocking your hips back down. Sticky sweat clung to you, droplets sidling down your hips like a rain shower. You sounded exhausted, covering up your eyes with an arm as you continued to mindlessly back into him

His hand drew circles on your hip, moving up to your lower belly and pressing down. Cooper raised his arm up to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“Want you to feel every little sensation.” His tone was staccato and clipped. “God you're so tight- enjoying yourself huh?” his smile grew as he watched you melt into a puddle before him.

“Coop-” something ripped out of the bottom of your chest, vicious and animalistic, you barred your teeth, squeezing around him taut as wire.

The cowboy was relentless, teeth sinking down into the alcove of your neck monitoring the fogginess of your pupils

The light flooding the windows with gold sunk down to a murky violet, a bright orange sun sitting center on the smoky horizon like an unfried egg.

“I'm so close, baby.” he pleaded in a soft tone “just a bit more.”

Your grip tightens on him. “Coop I can't-” your sentences slur, your mind cramping from a quick release. Your walls pulse repeatedly. Your lips pull back, framing yellowed gritted teeth.

He leans back, Pawing at your chest on his haunches. His hips patterned like a bumpy ride on a caravan, a two tap system as he stretched through the tighter ring near your cervix. Everything in his mind screamed to knock you up, a sham of the biological drive to have children and settle down. He would hope the call of domesticism would be satisfied by orgasm. A measly offering at best

He leans down, licking up the side of your chin and gathering a drop of sweat. He groaned softly, his hips jutting and staying there for a second. Your walls cramped down around him begging for another release. His hips slowed to an easy trot, keeping the pace steady and easy on your walls. His head curled into your neck, wheezing quietly like a ghoul on the verge of ferality. Cooper throbbed and pulsed, knotting his limbs into yours. You could feel every ridge and crease of him inside you, memorizing it like a map.the sides of your walls stung with arousal and numbness from overstimulation, it was a very fantastic and overwhelming sensation.The older man groaned into your ear as you squeezed down again on him. Completely entranced by the way you felt around him. His lower lip jutted out as he chewed at the side of it. His eyes were soft round and watery, bright white sclera seeped with yellow and red in their inner corners. The bed creaked softly underneath the relatively gentle rocking. The ghoul kissed up your neck, keening out into the crest of your ear. “God I think I may come sooner than expected” he grunted nibbling on the outer shell of your ear. He felt like he left orbit, and his skin set aflame. He set his body flush against yours, the lower half of his belly pressed against your clit. You flinched at the sensation, shooting lightning bolts down your thighs and heating up the already soggy air around you. Your legs peddled and extended down intending the sheets, flexing around his hips to tugging at the mix of stockings that held your arms back. Cooper's movements became a lot more quick and erratic, slamming himself down to sheathe his length fully, crying into the alcove of your neck, he shook as he wheezed our breaths of submission to the will of domesticity. He pushed his hips forward, the ropes of cum painted your walls. He pinched his lower base and jerked off into you, pressing everything into your folds. The ghoul then lowered his head and kissed you, the hiccuping sensation of rocking his hips back into yours due to a stimulant that was so salivating to him.

“God, doc. What a trip, and what a treat you are.”

“Have I made you a changed man, cooper?” you could barely keep your eyes open a fucked out sort of exhaustion taking hold

The older man shrugged, “I'll sleep on it and consider.”

He sighed, reaching over for a towel that lay on the ground and pulling out, and cleaning you up. He tossed the towel again, and landed himself next to you. “c'mere’ I'm not evil enough to leave you short handed.” He curled around you, his hand fitting in the crease of your hip. And that's where he stayed until dawn.

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primaviva · 1 year ago

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i don't have the slightest clue whats going on with this bree shit, who even is she?? 😭

from all i know she is a miles writer that been involved in a couple things. i aint know her like compared to what i assume talia, ash, and others did. she’s just doing a lot calling me a hoe and accusing me of things that others did such as talia and not me and also saying i did certain things to her which i didn’t. this whole thing was a joke to me at first and i kept to my word that i wasn’t gonna keep talking about her unless she brought me up and people sent me stuff of her talking, so i addressed to nip wrong information when it happens, especially when it’s about me. she told me to shut up and agreed to me being a messy hoe who keeps going, but i only replied to what happened while i was blocked and minding my own replying to anons, so im not sure when the keep going goes both ways when everyone has the right to clear stuff up. if you really want to learn about it you could see stuff on @tainted-liquor or @ashsostrange page where they have screenshots and you can decide for yourself. i just bring up the fanfic thing which is what i stood on, so it issss what it isssss.

also yes while she is saying stuff, let’s not say stuff that’s actually harmful back. i don’t mean things like trolling or staying stupid shit but actually calling her a hoe back, bitch, death threats, etc cus i don’t have things that my followers do reflect on me like when y’all got a lil crazy when a anon accused me of ai. again, don’t entertain or fuel this because people clearly have enough going on and it urges everything to continue when stuff like that begins to happen. i don’t fw that!

#🪷 — dalia’s spam

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colubridcutie · 9 months ago

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the trash took itself out basically and i am actually so glad to be free of this friendship now that i realize how much energy i don't have to waste on a person who views living people like chat bots at their disposal. they literally told me they ignore me on purpose all the time because "their brain isn't ~interested~ by me right now" and they "would rather focus on fun things that bring joy" like im a video game or some shit and haven't spent 3 years being their confidant, doing tons of shit for them, constantly doing what they wanted, and being told I lOvE yOU hurrHURR. girl what the fuck who says that about living people??? who thinks about people they love like that? the audacity is so thick i can't even salt the earth to banish it i cannot even believe how opportunistic and egotistical and fucked up someone must be to treat another human like that. thats some joker ass shit right there. that's clown behavior, that's some disney highschool villian behavior

😌 actually i love myself so write that down, im a baddie you fumbled hard and thats why youre being a nasty little shit and acting like you aint never done wrong and your shit dont stink, and if you don't see my shine and my love and how much i do for you, idk maybe get ya'll eyes checked and miss me with that shit and miss me when im gone. girl but before that maybe address the fact that you've got mad issues and they're making you act like a sooper dooper shitty, shady person who i want 100,000,000,000 miles away from me

also if we've only known one another like a year or two you dont love me dude you dont know me, and if anyone starts dropping the L bomb any earlier than a minimum five years im gonna be chucking duces because ew, no. that shit takes a lot of time and effort and really knowing one another, its not a dollar store card you hand out as a quaint little treat. you are not ready to deliver on that kind of big talk after a year so don't waste my time

#let them theory is hard at work #i dont have time for reindeer games #i pray for anyone that has to deal with that in the future because im not it babe

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just-about-nothing · 1 year ago

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this bones episode takes place nominally in new mexico, along the western border probably little north of gallup. but it looks like the fucking sonoran except for when it looks like southern california. hilariously they must have used stock footage there because imdb says this whole episode was filmed in california. every time they show a desert the type switches. bitch ass motherfuckers thinkin they know shit about shit. i swear. every time they show a cactus i want to scream THAT CACTUS DOESN’T GROW HERE

AND brennan tells booth to fly into denver and then into santa fe. when what you fuckinf do is do dulles/nationals -> texas -> albuquerque. which is what i did. because i did that fucking flight path for four fucking years. jesus christ.

mmm besties if you drive five hours from where the navajo rez is youre gonna end up in the south girl this is extremely unrealistic. no one is gonna know the whole ass western swath of new mexico from gallup to lordsburg. NEVERMIND the fact that crosses at LEAST four counties (mckinley; cibola; catron; grant; MAYBE hildago depending. booth says 80 miles from mexico, so probably lordsburg at least). and trust me when i say the people up north would have shit to do w the people down south to boot.

also none of these people talk like new mexicans which is frankly not as big as putting saguaros outside of the single goddamn place where they grow but it is extremely annoying to hear them talk like texans.

ALSO if some anglo bitch said he had a deep spiritual connection to the navajo & lemme tell you you pull that shit outside of santa or maybe taos youre not gonna have a good time. + all the anglo bitches in santa fe are the subject of massive ridicule throughout the rest of the state. which makes it doubly hilarious that this ho’s house is in l.a somewhere. poser ass loser.

to be clear the worst part of this whole thing is the treatment of the navajo community. it’s an extremely insensitive and reductionist treatment. it verges on cruel at times & also often comes off as like. both white saviors and like civilized savages. it’s so fucking gross. nasty nasty. i’m not super qualified to talk about all the various ways this portrays navajos in a negative light but it’s sitting extremely poorly with me.

the thing they got right is that if you have a rural community out in the desert they sure as shit aint gonna trust a bunch of feebs from albuquerque. no one trusts people from albuquerque. once got told by a state senator from down south that he never wanted to see me come down & take over. i was under twelve lol

#i rant #bones #s1:e17 #long post

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voidselfshipp · 1 year ago

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The night we met

Cw: gun mentions,scene of a character getting shot,alusion to a bad household. Lmk if I missed anything else. Implied age gap between s/I N Aaron (s/I is of age and goes to university)

Summary: Miles takes Jerico to a party so his parents stop asking who hes hanging out with. There,she meets miles' uncle and they hit it off. Staying through thick and thin together.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

->Aaron aint dead fuck you sony.

--They gotta meet one of you guys! If not ill never get 'em off my back!--Miles complained at the rest of the spider people, which were all hanging off a ledge casually.

--Well...the only two of us that would come across as your Friends would be Jerico and Gwen--Peter B Parker said sitting on the floor.

--Well I have no issue going--Jerico added--I should go shopping though...

--Do you even have money?--Miles asked,now a little hopeful.

--yeaah Man. I have a job back in my dimention, its in my bag with the rest of my stuff-- she replied with a smile-- Sooooo eho wants to go shopping?

After a shopping trip that,admitedly, took a little too long, Miles allows Jerico to shower in his house and get changed. Since everyone was on the rooftop nobody noticed them.

Once she was done, she gets changed and both go up at the rooftop. Its loud with music and people, the smell of food permeated the air and Jerico felt right at home--Reminds me of Argentine parties! Oh I feel right at home

--Hey thats good!--Miles cheered shaking her hand--Mi casa es tu casa

--Ma' vale!-- she cheers too, putting an arm around Miles and walking through the crowd-- do I gotta reffer to your parents as "Sir" n' "Ma'am"?

--Yeah

--Cool, im getting some food after--jeri added, finally reaching miles' parents. She straightens up and lets her arm fall from her Friends shoulder.

--Mom, dad, This is Jerico, one of my Friends from that New friendgroup I told you about--Miles said gesturing at the woman beside jer

--Pleasure to meet you Miss and Mr. Morales--Jerico chirped, extending her hand

--Oh, pleasure to meet you too--Rio said shaking her hand, her husband soon following and doing the same-- Jerico is a really interesting name!

--Ah thank you ma'am. Its my chosen name-- the younger woman replied with a small polite smile.

--oh, i see. Thats good!. Can I ask how you And the rest of the Group met Miles?

--Oh of course! We met at comicon, its a convention for all things nerdy, movies,videogames,TV series--She explains,lying seems second nature to her-- And we were at a stand dedicated to Peter Parker and I made a comment about the merch there and it Turned into conversation and we all sort of got to know eachother

-- oh thats...Interesting--Jeff,miles' dad, said-- where are the others?

--Ah well, Penny is a little younger than us by a few years and shes got a lot of extracurricular activities, shes really into technology--She starts, gesticulating with her hands-- Peter has to take care of his university assigments and Gwen had ballet classes

--And you? Do you have anything else to do?--the Man asked,almost Interrogating her. Miles tries to tell jerico to let him handle it but she gives him a slight head shake.

--Yeah, I go to volleyball classes but on a different day. I also have acting classes but they got cancelled this week because the teacher called in sick. Shame, shes really nice

Río Gently slaps Jeff's arms and adds--Oh I see, well I hope your teacher gets better soon. Please go enjoy the party

--Thank you Ms.Morales-- jerico said politely-- nice to meet you! C'mon miles lets go get some food, im starving-- with a final nodd towards her Friends parents both her and miles leave for a less crowded part of the terrace.

--Why are you so good at lying?!--Miles whisper shouted-- They belived you! And mom certainly likes you!

--Look, when you live in a strict household you learn a thing or two--She shrugged, fast walking to close the gap between her and the table where the foods and drinks were. She grabs one of the glasses with juice and some of the food she places on a small plate-- now we can enjoy the party!

--Yeah...yeah youre right--Miles sighed in relief--you saved my ass back there,you know?

--Yeah, but thats what we are here to do. Youre my friend n' I look out for ya--She smiled pushing him slightly.

The rest of the party goes on without a hitch, Jerico gets to dance for a bit while Miles says hi to his uncle. He hugs him tight and smiles widely.

--Hey uncle aaron!--miles chirps--Glad you could make it!

--Me too kiddo. What have you been up to?

--Ah nothing much, school and all--He shrugged half lying.

--Really? 'Cuz your dad told me you brought a girl with you here--Aaron teased with a smirk.

--Oh no-- i mean yeah-- but not that way!--the younger Man panicked-- shes th-there on the dancefloor!-- he points at jerico, dancing to some salsa, the end of her Oxford jeans flailing about while she spins. Her baby hairs bouncing with her. She was wearing a croptop t-shirt with the logo of Harley Davidson on it, her white leather jacket scattered on one of the Chairs, her tattoo covered arms on full display, and her black heavy boots hit the ground softly but still made a sound.

Aaron's eyes go wide, he looks at his nephew surprised-- And what the hell are you doing not dancing with her?! Go Man!--He Gently pushed miles towards the dancefloor.

--But--Uncle its not that way! I swear!--Woah!-- hes about to trip and fall before jerico catches him-- hey!

--Hey! Wanna dance?-- miles asked getting up.

--Yeah Man! Lets boogie!

Half an hour later, Jerico leaves the dancefloor to Miles so she could Grab something to drink, shes pouring some juice in her glass when someone steps beside her. She looks out of instict and she sees a Man, bald with a goatee and thin moustache,Brown eyes. Dressed in jeans, tshirt and leather jacket with boots,all black.

--You must be Miles' friend!--The Man said once he noticed she was staring-- Im Aaron Davis, Miles' uncle -- he extends his hand

--Jerico Castro--she replied taking his hand and shaking it, her eyes never leaving his. The music was being drowned out by the hard pounding of her heart, she looks away and says-- sorry for starin' you dont look like miles much

--Its alright,kid-- he reassured grabbing the jug of juice she sets down on the table,their hands barely touching-- He got his looks from his old Man

--Ye-Yeah he did huh?--She agreed trying to recompose herself-- But he evident got your personality

Aaron snorts, then he nodds while he pours himself some juice--Yeah, its that so obvious?

--Well, when I spoke with your brother it felt like he was interrogating me--She admitted biting down on some chips nearby.

--Yeah, that sounds like classic Jeff--He admitted--Sorry about that

--S'fine--jerico reassured, finally taking the courage to look at him again. She non-chalantly sits on the table, glass resting beside her, legs crossed-- but im glad Miles has someone to be himself with

--sounds like youre talking from experience--The Man comments, amused. He sits beside her on the table and looks at her.

--Ye-Yeah-- she cleared her throat and then repeated in a firmer voice-- yeah, I mean... I know whats like to have a family you cant crack jokes with or be yourself with... --She looked at her glass, as if remembering something unpleseant.

--I- sorry.. I didnt mean to bring up a bad memory,kiddo--He said Gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.

--Uh no no..its fine-- Jeri replied leaning into his touch a little-- I dont live with em anymore so.. truly Its fine

--If you say so... But, Im glad you got out of there-- He offered her a polite smile-- Lemme make it up to you by taking you out for a dance

--You dont have to buuuut-- she mused with a smirk, offering her hand-- Lets go dance

--Si señorita-- he chuckled taking her hand and guiding her to the dancefloor.

For the Next hour or so, Miles watches as his uncle and best friend flirt with eachother, never leaving each other's sides for more than ten minutes. Hes both impressed and mildly uncomfortable, not that he would stop them. Jerico was her own person.

Yet its endearing to watch his uncle be vulnerable. How he sits a little closer to jerico,how he holds her gaze and looks at her with a soft smile as she talks,fully inmersed in what shes saying.

In return,his friend looks at aaron like he hung the moon and stars, her eyes basically shinning when he talks, how she leans in quite a bit and pays attention to every Word he says

As the party comes to a close, and the final last slow songs play, the pair dances in comfortable silence under the late night Sky. He twirls her around and then pulls her flush against his chest. Theres a flirty undertone to their movements, And as the song reaches its best most dramatic part, their faces are barely inches away from eachother.

Jerico's heart feels like its about to explode right out of her chest, specially as she leans in a little and he does too. Though delighted as his lips meets hers, Like a quiet confirmation. She of course kisses back, hugging his neck and melting as his arms wrap protectively around her waist.

By the end of the party, jerico has to leave, but not before Aaron hands her a piece of paper--Call me,Will you? -- he flirted,winking at her.

--I will--She promised with a smile tucking the paper on her pocket and waving at him as he left.

As both miles and her go down the stairs towards the entrance of his appartment building, her friend says--Did you seriously spend the whole night with my uncle?

--Why? You have a problem with that?

--No. I just have never seen his charm up close-- He shrugged.

--Your uncle is very charming-- she agreed,voice low and face red.

--Dont break his heart Will you?--He teased elbowing her softly on the ribs.

--Me? Tell your uncle not to break MY heart--She teased right back pushing his shoulder forcefully but with no intentions of hurting him.

--hey, need a lift back to aunt Mays?

--No. Im fine. -- she reassured-- thank you though, I had fun today

--y'sure did-- he joked extending her hand-- Text me when you get back

She shook his hand, doing their little handshake-- Will do, night miles

--Night

Jerico starts walking away, making sure to be out of sight when she starts climbing up the walls of buildings and soon jumping from building to building. Doing spins and other stunts mid air.

She takes a breather sitting on the edge of one of the buildings, looking at the city below. Jeri doesnt notice the figure looming behind her hidden in the shadows, scanning her to see if she was a threat.

He inches closer and closer and suddenly that odd ripple feeling in her head makes her notice danger was nearby. She turns around and sees a large figure, mask and sharp claws, she jumps in her place and stands up hands ready to defend herself.

The prowler... she recognized him. But theres something oddly familiar..Like she had seen him before a short while ago.

--I mean you no harm...-- he stated, voice low and distorted.

--Sure. Thats why you were in the shadows staring at me like a creep--she bit back , hearing a low distorted chuckle come from. The Man.

--Touche...but you look like someone im looking for...or at least your jacket does

--Well...im sure theres plenty of people with white leather jackets-- she takes a step to the side and gestures at her previous spot-- By all means Keep going on your way!

The prowler walks up to her and ruffles her hair. --Arent you adorable kiddo-- he teased before jumping off to the Next building.

And then something connects in her brain as she leaves. Aaron called her kiddo a lot. But..it was far fetched,he was a good Man...right? There was no way he was the prowler...

Shaking off her flusteredness, she keeps going until she reaches aunt mays house. Just by the time the sun rises. Jerico collapses on her bed and sighs audibly,she had enough for one day.

Some days pass after that, between making a plan to return to their dimentions jerico had barely any time to call and text Aaron. But, thankfully, when her glitching wasnt that bad she managed to hang out with him, and go on some few dates that defenetly were not dates.

But it all comes crashing down when the rest of the bad guys follow miles into May's home. It all happens so fast,battle, fights, things being thrown all throughout the house, miles leaves as The prowler chases him.

The news that Aaron was ,in fact, the prowler hadnt finish setting in yet in her brain. But,she follows after him to make sure miles was safe.

Yet...it all comes to a stop as Kingpin shoots Aaron. Jerico yells her lungs out stopping him mid fall, and with her help Miles brings his uncle to an alleyway.

She takes off her mask as tears go down her eyes--No...dont...-- she beggs holding his face in her hands. Miles had his own little dramatic moment with him, she was desperate to see him one last time.

--So it was you..--he gasps out with his last bits of breath-- that night on that building

--Yeah...--She whimpers -- Please dont leave...stay

--Man...Youre even more beautiful upclose--He whispers leaning in to press his forehead against hers.

--Shut up...Keep your strength..--She begs again holding his hands.

--Thank you for the time we spent together

--Aaron shut up! Just Keep breathing...

--you're amazing, kiddo. Dont forget that-- he gasps out before going limp in her arms, she sobbs loudly and cries her eyeballs out. That is until they hear Sirens and police approaching.

Miles and Jerico have to leave as Jeff chases him from behind, both swing from column to building. Tears in their eyes.

Some days pass before they all leave. During those days jerico doesnt come out of her room, she only talks to Noir and sometimes Penny. She eats in her room and does nothing but sketch moments she spent with aaron.

"--In my world there is no M.Jane-- she told Noir once-- No romantic interest...just me, N' I thought I had found it here...but apparently..no--"

One night however, she sneaks into Aaron's apparment, hopefully to be with his things and miss him less. But just as shes about to close the door she had stepped in from, she hears the clicking of a gun and a raspy voice-- Dont you dare move, turn around..

Jerico does as shes told, ready to slingweb the gun out of her assilants hand. But as her eyes meet the figure threatening her, she stops...its...!

--Aaron?! --She exclaims and suddenly the lights go on.

--Jerico?!--A very bruised Aaron mimicked-- the hell are you doing here?!-- he lowers the gun and holds his chest, evidently he had a hard time staying on his feet

--How the hell are you still alive?!--She runs up to him and helps him stand up.

--I barely survived...but I couldnt stay in the hospital or Kingpin would come to finish the job...--He explained-- Sorry I didnt tell you sooner or

--Aaron,shut up-- she commanded guiding him to his bedroom-- youre in no position to even text me...lay down, ill make some food for you

--You dont have to-

--Aaron Davis...you fucking died in my arms-- she stated once he was fully laid down-- youre going to let me make you some food, cuddle up with you and spend the night here,you understand?!-- her voice was broken,but she tried to make it sound firm, tears threaten to spill and her eyes are wide.

--I am so sorry-- He apologized pulling her in for a hug-- I didnt know you cared about me so much

--Are you kidding me...?-- she whimpered crying against his neck-- I care about you so much... theres nothing to apologize for...it wasnt in your controll

-- Im really sorry kiddo-- his hand Strokes her hair and his lips press against her cheek-- Please,go make that dinner

She smiles and kisses his forehead--On it handsome, you stay right here

And as she crosses the threshold of the bedroom entrance she hears--does it look like I can go anywhere?!

Jerico laughed loudly shaking her head--Alright Point taken!

After a good dinner (which, was one of the best food Aaron ever had) Both lay down on the bed. He holds her tight against his chest, she looks up and without thinking she kisses him. He gladly kisses back hugging her a little tighter.

--I love you-- he whispers against her hair.

--I love you too-- She mutters holding one of his hands.

--I know you have to go back to your dimention but...come visit, please-- he Begged softly.

--You know I Will. I'll find a way-- she promised-- now lets go rest

--Night kiddo

--night

#cw gun mention #tw gun mention #tw getting shot #cw alusions to abuse #tw alusions to abuse #cw age gap #tw age gap #🕸🕷🧢 the amazing silver-spider | i.t.s.v. s/i🧢🕷🕸#prowler/aaron tag pending #tex don't look!

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applestorms · 1 year ago

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Okay two things in response to this one:

Here's my evidence for thinking that Jake is more intentional in his manipulations than may initially be obvious. (Note "manipulation" might be a strong term, but I still think it's accurate here.)

Jake is clued in on Jane's crush on him fairly explicitly twice (2) by Roxy before he actually has the friendzone conversation, once way earlier & once immediately before. Here's the quotes:

TG: its one of those things jane likes about u so much GT: It is? TG: which TG: errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr im not supposed to talk about 2 u evr so nm GT: Talk about what? TG: nope GT: You mean how um... GT: Well a way in which i suppose... TG: no nope GT: Jane is prone to looking upon me with what i fathom to be more than just friendly affection? TG: nope nope nope nope nope nope TG: hey look who didnt say nothin about that why it is this silly fuckin drunk girl over here GT: Its a tricky issue. And you know i adore jane and please dont think i havent given some thought to... GT: Well that angle on our relationship i guess. TG: ooof jake jake no please TG: this is a conversation that cant happen cause i started it and i blew it by saying stuff so u have to foroget it TG: * 4get it GT: Oh. Yeah i can see the dilemma this causes for your friendship with her. GT: Ill drop it. TG: whew

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GT: Should i expect a serious exchange about feelings and whatnot? TG: depenbs on the present magnitude of her tightassery TG: someone needs 2 move you fuckers along an get some stuff out in the popen already GT: Wait would this be about certain unrequited pinings you may have alluded to earlier? TG: i didint say nothin and aint sayin anything to that effeft GT: Indubitably. Miss zipper lips was it? Humorously misspelled of course. TG: mmmmm! TG: *zuip* GT: I guess i cant help but wonder if that truly is the way she sees me or if it is just some wild ego stroking delusion on my part.

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There are a few takeaways from these conversations: 1. Jake totally does that thing where he seems to share his own observation but only after someone else mentions something that could support it (straight up saying Jane likes him when Roxy accidentally alludes to it), 2. Jake is not only intimately aware of the fact that Jane likes him as told to him by Roxy, he is socially aware enough to pick up on the fact that Roxy wasn't supposed to tell him and drop it (the "Miss zipper lips" a reference to "MISS ZUIPPERPIPS" from the first conversation), 3. "unrequited pinings".

What's really interesting to me though is the line he has immediately after the quote I posted above, in the second conversation:

GT: I always get this sense that people sorta fancy me but who knows i could be just miles off the old rocker about that! GT: Youre right i think its high time we cleared the air on some things even if there is a chance it gets all awkward and prickly. GT: That is what being brave and adventurous is all about after all. It isnt just about summoning the courage to pilfer some priceless loot from trap laden catacomb. Or shooting at stuff with two guns at once.

I read this as Jake doing a bit of a 180 in order to set himself up for the next conversation. Jake is clearly aware of the fact that Jane likes him (& from the conversation w/ Jane, he's aware of Dirk too), and in fact he is the one to explicitly state it where Roxy just accidentally implies it. He's also very aware of the fact that Roxy wasn't supposed to say anything, presumably more evidence of that crush's strength since why else would Roxy be so awkward about the fact that she isn't supposed to talk about it? The fact that he's playing into the "brave and adventurous" jock figure that he loves so dearly (as a way of avoiding responsibility by faking more ignorance) as well really adds to this imo. I don't want to fully deny the fact that Jake might be insecure about thinking all his friends have crushes on him, but again this information is coming from/being supported by Roxy, so he has that much more reason to trust it.

What's really important to me, though, is that one fucking word: "unrequited". Jake is not only aware of the fact that Jane likes him, he has "given some thought to [it]," and come to the conclusion that it unfortunately just isn't mutual. But that's also an unacceptable conclusion to him, because it means that not only is he creating conflict by liking one friend and not another, he's hurting Jane, which is unacceptable both because it means that Jane is hurt and that he himself is the source of it. Jake is therefore put into a tough situation: if he wants to pursue Dirk, and again I think he really does, he's going to have to push past the awkwardness of Jane's "unrequited pinings" first, and it turns out the best way to get around that is to pretend the feelings don't exist in the first place. Jake takes his insecurities and the idea that all of his friends couldn't possibly have a crush on him at the same time and runs with it because the conclusion that only Dirk likes him and thus that he only has to deal with Dirk's romantic feelings benefits him the most. He can disregard Jane's feelings entirely because Jane already did it first by straight up saying "No!" when he explicitly asked her. And yeah, maybe he does genuinely believe it afterwards, and maybe it was born out of a natural skepticism, but Jake is still changing the narrative to one that better fits his goals, pressuring Jane until she says no and then holding to that conclusion so strongly she can't back out.

(Note: Another example of Jake fucking with someone in a conversation can be seen in (A6A5:5669) where he's talking to Caliborn. Just to reiterate that he knows how to fuck w/ people in conversation when he really wants to by playing up his own stupidity)

2. JANE. Oh Janey, maybe I should make this a fully separate post to go along with my John analysis... But to answer your question, I think there are a few things about Jane's upbringing that might've influenced her to be the way that she is.

The key difference between the childhood of John and Jane imo is the fact that while John had a (mostly) normal one by typical human (American?) standards, Jane had an actively privileged one, growing up as the heiress of a corporate empire and thus being actively told throughout her childhood that she is not only important in the way that any child should be to their parent, but Important as the future heir to the company. Even the "assassination attempts" kinda point toward this for her, equating her with a (to-be) president through the specific type of danger she is put under. If I may show my personal biases for a moment too, I think the fact that Jane is the heiress to a capitalist corporation also means that she is inclined towards conservative in a way that a lot of other Homestuck characters aren't, especially considering how the HIC is associated with fascism. (Whether or not that association is done well is an argument for another day, but I digress.) You can kinda see this with how Jane is homophobic to Dirk- while all of the alphas have their own brand of homophobia towards him, Roxy because of her own unrequited pinings and Jake because toxic masculinity in movies is a powerful force, Jane is straight up ignorant about the fact that he's even gay in the first place, needing Roxy to really jam it in there ("TG: JANE GET A CLUE (A6A2:4571)) to really get the full picture.

Talking about intelligence again, Jane is also separated from her friends specifically because of her inability to accept things that she sees as too far outside of reality. This means that she actually grows up distinctly isolated from everyone else in terms of knowledge, being the only one to not acknowledge the reality of Dirk and Roxy's lives in the future due to her own stubbornness. She's actually kind of like John in that way, except where John is passively unaware of the significance of the abuse his friends are facing from their guardian figures, Jane takes on the more active role many HS girls do and straight up refuses to face the truth. I think a part of that is just Jane's personality, but a part of it can be attributed to her childhood or even the subliminal messaging she is regularly subject to through all of her Crocker-related gadgetry. I'd also again like to point you back to my second reblog from this post where I talk about the structural ignorance of oppressive societies; in this story, regardless of whether or not it actually meaningfully benefits Jane in any meaningful way, she is put into the position of someone gaining from HIC's oppressive society so she may be inclined towards that same kind of ignorance.

Anyways, I need to get back to writing my actual full response now so. See ya lol

in writing my response to @tipsygnostalgy's most recent dirkjake essay post, i accidentally wrote my own mini-essay. here's a little sneak peak since i dunno if i'll be able to finish this one tonight:

I’ve been thinking a lot about what Dirk says to Jane during their conversation post-Tricksters (A6A5A1x2:5830):

TT: We were all designated for a session that was utterly inert. TT: A place where the mechanisms for success never even existed to begin with. TT: In such a place it makes sense that the formal leader would be neutralized, to made feel unempowered and static. TT: And it seems particularly fitting she would be the noble of life in a realm of the dead. TT: A realm that foretold of a life player who felt lifeless, a hope player who felt hopeless, and a heart player who was just a stone cold motherfucker.

I feel like this conversation gets misread a lot, particularly in that people will often ignore the fact that Dirk is clearly biased in terms of his praise/idolization of Roxy and disregard for/blatant hatred of himself. Because the thing is- Jake isn’t hopeless, if anything he’s fuckin overflowing with hope when it comes to believing in other people, it’s just that he completely lacks that same belief when it comes to himself. Act Omega really got that part right, imo, with the fact that Jake really does need the reassurance that other people (namely, Dirk) believe in him in order to be empowered to actually start being active. “Learned helplessness” is the idea that comes to mind for me, one of the key ways that Jake is put into the stereotypical “woman’s role” is in the fact that he feels like he can never be direct in getting what he wants. But actually, I think Jake is pretty active, he just does it in stupidly subtle ways so that he can avoid having to take responsibility for literally anything. That conversation with Jane, for example- he still manipulates Jane into friendzoning herself, therefore getting what he wants (Dirk), he just muddles the waters enough that he doesn’t have to take responsibility for hurting her by rejecting her.

I think Jane actually is thematically a good representative of the alphas, in the same way that John is for the betas (and really all kids, but Johnny is special cause he was #1), it’s just that you have to look at her class, not her aspect. Maids are typically understood as overflowing with their aspect, literally made of it, causing them to have a very close, personal relationship with it but also putting a strain on their relationship with others because of it. The word “maid” also brings to mind servitude to others, which is big for the Megidos & their history w/ Doc Scratch.

While Jane struggles a lot with giving (life) to others, I still think the Maid class really is relevant to all of the alphas, especially Dirk and Jake but also kinda Roxy. This is where I think Dirk is ever so slightly off in his interpretation of their session- it’s not that they’re lacking their aspect, they can’t stop giving it away in service of each other honestly, it’s that they can’t give the same help to themselves.

Jake fervently believes in his friends, he has to if he wants them to be real as you said above, and it’s ultimately all very selfish, but he cannot believe in himself to the point where he needs to create a fucking intricately detailed copy of his boyfriend to tell all of his thoughts to him before he can believe they’re true. Dirk is fucking overflowing with love for his friends, his introduction to the comic is making sure Jane is alright, he holds onto Roxy and seems to be almost as devastated as she is that he can’t love her the way that she wants him to, Jake, but he absolutely cannot give that same affection and sympathy to himself. Roxy holds the group together, yes, but I think it’s in a very different way than Karkat and his blood aspect- she is the confidant that everyone talks to and everyone can confide their secrets in (regardless of how well she keeps them- sorry Jane, lol), she is void in that she is the keeper of secrets but also in that, by getting people to communicate and giving them advice, she takes away the void/confusion and helps them see a better path. However she cannot hold her own secrets, doesn’t have anyone else to confide in in the way that she wants to (Dirk gets it but doesn’t love her that way, Jane doesn’t believe her, Jake) and passively aggressively lashes out because of it.

It’s their fundamental flaw and the motivation behind the lies in their introductions and their problems with miscommunication. They love each other so fucking dearly, care so agonizingly much about one another, but can’t deal with themselves, can barely even face a mirror. It's the void session: heart is locked off, hope is twisted into something strange, and life has already long-since ended. The reason why Roxy is able to rise above all that shit is because she chooses to engage with her own issues, to face her alcoholism and shitty behavior head on and Deal With It, in a way that the others simply aren’t.

#GONNA RESPOND TO THIS ONE INNA BIT ONCE I ACTUALLY WAKE UP #hnnng #hs #astronaut rambles #edit: alright #ALRIGHT

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to find each other // g.w

summary: Hi love I was wondering if I could request a george x reader. I like the whole like when you're angry or anything write to the person but never send it but one day George finds the love letter. And reader is all embarased and runs away before he can tell her he like her so he writes her a love letter. (Also I'm aware this is a george ask but in my mind fred didnt die. I'm also imagining this before the battle but fred still doesnt die). If this doesnt spark anything that totally fine. Thanks

warnings: mentions of war, blood and death (relax, it aint fredward)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: this request was so cute and i enjoyed writing this so much! also i hope you don’t mind that i changed up the time that it takes place just a tad. also i want a love letter from george, thanks.

[i do not give permission for my work to be reposted to any other platform.]

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No amount of window shopping could hide the anxious bubbling in your stomach. Diagon Alley, though usually one of your favourite places, was currently the cause of your shaky fingers and heavy breathing. It was the last day of summer holidays, and for the countless students returning to Hogwarts, it meant a place to get away from home, a place that they could escape to to get away from the chaos of the real world.

However, for you, it meant that things would get messy. That the raging war that was brewing in the evil corners of the Wizarding World was bound to strike. And strike hard.

Dangers lurked around every corner and even the comforting atmosphere of Diagon Alley was no longer a place you wanted to be. Countless shops were boarded shut, their windows shattered to pieces as if an attack had taken place. Which was most likely the case, if you were being honest.

The only store that seemed to be alive also happened to be the one that you wanted to avoid at all costs. The large purple and orange shop stood practically glowing in the middle of the gloomy alley, music and laughter echoing from the inside. You had to give credit where credit was due; the shop owners were brilliant.

Students piled in and out in dozens — you couldn’t blame them. Fred and George had a knack for making people laugh. And right now, people needed laughs more than ever. You couldn’t blame these young students for stocking up on joke products to keep themselves entertained for the year. Especially since everyone was well aware this may be the last year of ‘normalcy’ that they get.

However, the shop seemed to be doing marvellously. You’d go in to say hi if it wouldn’t crush your entire existence to do so. Slightly dramatic, but true. You hadn’t left things off on a good foot with George, and the last thing you wanted to do was go in there and make things awkward. After all, maybe he had moved on.

The last time you saw him, he held your crumpled note in his hand, his broom in the other, and a proud smile on his face as he waved goodbye to the school behind him. The school in which you two shared some of your best moments, the inside jokes and the late nights giggling into pillows in the dark of the common room.

Until the note.

The one you had written him the night you found out he was leaving. The one with tear drop stains and smudged ink — the one that confessed your long-rooted love for the ginger boy that had stolen your heart the first day you met him.

He had found it himself, actually. It wasn’t “given to him,” per say. He had snuck into the girl’s dorm — how, you still have no clue — and found you crying on your lumpy four-poster, your hair a disheveled mess and your cheeks bright red from sobbing. You had been furious at him. Not because you were mad, but because you’d miss him. Miss his smile, the way he brought light to every boring class, and you’d miss the way he made you feel like home, even though your home home was miles and miles away.

He’d found the messy parchment scrunched up on your dresser and picked it up at the sight of his name. He didn’t let you take it away from him, so you made him promise he’d read it after he was long gone from school. So that you could be saved from the embarrassment of him not feeling the same. The last thing you wanted was to have to sit through the last few months of school with your best friend hating your guts for the unfortunate feelings you had developed.

You thought you were way over him by now, but looking up into the glorious glass windows of his store, you were hit with a wave of nausea. Not because you didn’t want to see him, but because you wanted to see him so badly it was sickening. To be fair, it had only really been two years, but still. Had he missed you? Had he sat there every night, clutching your wrinkled love letter and thinking back to the moments you two shared?

You shook your head and walked past the shop, trying your best not to peer in through the windows and catch sight of the familiar grinning man. He somehow always had a smile on his face and that was something you could really appreciate, especially right now. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and that was one of the things you appreciated most.

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“What’re you grinning at, Weasley?” you asked, a smile on your own lips as you gave George a teasing look, your hands running through his hair as he sat on the ground between your legs, eyes focused on the common room fire that was slowly burning down to embers.

“Nothing,” he replied, “Just… taking it all in.”

Gryffindor had won the House Cup just that evening, along with the Quidditch Cup just a few days before. You supposed George did actually have quite a bit to smile about, but as he sat there, his eyes slightly dazed and a lazy grin on his lips, something told you it actually had to do with something else.

“Right,” you replied, taking your hands out of his soft hair and leaning back on the couch, “Because I totally believe you.”

He turned around, his smile never faltering, “What? You’re gonna give me a hard time for being in a good mood? C’mon, let me live, woman.”

You tossed your head back, cheeks flushed, “Fine. The day you don’t have a smile on your face is the day I’ll know something’s wrong, yeah?”

Sitting up and crashing next to you on the couch, he gave you quite the exaggerated nod before dropping it and gazing softly into your eyes, “Around you, how can anything ever be wrong?”

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Popping in and out of stores seemed to be the best distraction — Quidditch Supplies, Pets, Quills, the best Parchment in town — all stores that you remember running in and out of while you were just a wee child, hoping to buy the top quality items for another long year at school.

You’d been so distracted by the sound of children laughing and charging by you that you barely registered the fact that you had walked into a tall body. Luckily, your balance hadn’t been knocked over, but you had been walking at such a quick pace that you’re surprised the other person didn’t go falling backwards.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking up and catching your step, nearly losing it completely as your eyes caught sight of the person in front of you.

Eyes still golden like the sun, George Weasley hadn’t changed. His hair was slightly longer and he wore nicer clothing — perks of running your own business — but he hadn’t changed a day. His lips were still a deep pink, and the freckles on his cheek seemed to be more prominent than you remember.

“Y/N?” the corners of his lips turned up into a smile, “Bloody hell, what are you doing here?”

You stared up, mind completely blank, “Oh — It’s — I’ve gotta go.”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, his fingers leaving a touch of sparks in their wake. You snapped it away, rubbing over the skin to soothe the electrifying touch that George left behind. Even years later, he still had that effect on you, and you wished more than anything that you could curse him out for it.

“Y/N, blimey, wait, let’s catch up,” he shrugged, eyes pleading, “What’re you running from? We were best friends. I’ve missed you. It’s been two bloody years, woman.”

“You know damn well why that changed,” you grumbled, trying your best to look anywhere but his inviting eyes. You knew that if you made eye contact, you’d be sucked right back into whatever hold he had on you while you were in school. You weren’t sure you could deal with that right about now.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Look, Y/N, please. Just stay for a few minutes. Come see the shop, yeah? Reckon Fred’ll be thrilled to see you.”

You gave in and looked up at him, already knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no. He was right, you guys were best friends. You were inseparable. They always say catching feelings for your best friend is a beautiful thing, but in your case it felt like the worst thing to happen. You fell head over heels for George and he had no clue. He continued living his life, continued doing the things he loved, and then he left.

You only hoped the letter kept him up at night. As petty as that was.

“Fine,” you let out a deep breath, “Just a few minutes.”

You nearly missed the wide grin that spread across his face, showcasing the beautiful smile that still managed to leave your chest in a fluttery mess. You internally scolded yourself — you weren’t over your feelings and chances are this was going to make things worse.

The shop was magnificent. Shelves lined the walls as far as the eye could see. And even though Diagon Alley was nearly deserted, the shop seemed to be thriving — not that you were surprised. Kids and young adults huddled in groups to gawk and stare at the latest products, eyeing everything with keen interest as George’s twin, Fred, explained to them how things worked.

“You did good,” you smiled up at George, all hostility towards him fading as the bubbly atmosphere of the shop engulfed you, making you feel as if you were transported back to your childhood, “I’m proud of you guys.”

“Blimey,” George grinned, placing his hand on your shoulder, “Didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that.”

Your smile faded and you turned away from him, cheeks burning at his comment.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he spun you back around to face him, “I just meant because it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again, to be honest.”

You bit your lip, nodding slowly, “I know. I’m sorry. It was just so hard to work up the courage to see you.”

You weren’t exactly lying. After what happened, you couldn’t find it in yourself to face him. But that wasn’t the whole truth, really. Your courage and confidence had left with him, there was no way you’d be able to come here and see him happy with someone else. Someone that wasn’t you.

“I actually have something for you,” he held his finger up and rushed out of sight, up the stairs and through a door. You stood awkwardly, debating whether you should just turn around and walk out of the store and into the city. He’d never be able to track you down. But, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your feet. You were grounded in the moment, still gazing at all the trinkets and items around you.

Some made noise, some were brightly coloured — some of them even looked like that evil witch Headmistress Umbridge. You stifled a laugh, remembering the times you and the twins had narrowly escaped her wicked grasp. She was not one for fun, that was certain.

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“Down here!” you called, grabbing George’s hand and running down another dark corridor, Filch’s footsteps still echoing behind the two of you.

“When I catch ya, you’ll be expelled!” his grimy voice reached your ears, sending you into another fit of giggles as you linked your fingers with George’s, the two of you barreling down the stairs and continuing your run up to the Gryffindor tower. You had to admit, it was quite far, but if you kept up this speed, Filch and his limp wouldn’t be able to catch up.

“Wait, there’s a prefect,” George whispered through his heavy breathing, giving your hand a heavy tug and pulling you behind a pillar.

Your body fell against his, the two of you squished in a tiny space as you heard the distant voice of the Ravenclaw prefect approaching your hiding spot. George’s breathing was heavy, his chest rubbing against yours with each inhale he took. Your breathing would be heavy if you weren’t having heart palpitations, his body so close to yours you couldn’t think straight.

“Reckon that’s another narrow escape,” he chuckled, breath fanning your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, way too caught off guard to properly process his words.

Did he realize what this did to you? This closeness, this intimacy?

It was undoubtedly true — you were falling for your best friend.

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“Well, if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N,” Fred sauntered over, hands in his pockets and a bright grin on his face, “What brings you to our little corner of the wizarding world?”

He brought his arms out for an embrace; one that you gladly accepted. He was warm and familiar, and you felt a grin spread across your face.

“It’s nice to see you, Freddie,” you pulled away, “You guys have really blown me away with all of this.”

“Well, what can I say?” he shrugged, tips of his ears turning slightly pink, “We’ve clearly got a knack for entrepreneurship.”

You shook your head, laughter bubbling in your chest. You always knew they’d be successful — hell, you told them a million times — but seeing it in person after all these years of shutting yourself away, it sort of felt like a dream. As if you’d missed quite possibly the biggest event of their lives.

And you felt like a horrible friend.

“Sorry I wasn’t more supportive,” you said softly, “I really am impressed.”

He lifted his hand and ruffled your hair, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. We knew you always had your full support.”

Before you could respond, George came rushing back down the stairs. You were rather thankful for it, as your conversation with Fred was causing your emotions to come through. You could feel your throat closing in and the familiar sting of tears in your eyes, but George’s presence caused your feelings to shift.

He nudged his brother away and stood in front of you, an envelope in hand. On the front of it, your name was scribbled in swirly handwriting — George’s, you recognized — and you could see the faint outline of parchment inside it.

“What’s this?” you asked, taking the envelope from his hands as he shoved it in your direction, his cheeks a tad pinker than before.

He let out a deep breath, “You’ll see when you open it.”

You nodded, placing the envelope gently into your purse, “I’ll open it when I’m home.”

“Okay,” he responded instantly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You knew it was a nervous habit of his, and it raised a question as to what could possibly be in that envelope that had him so on edge.

“I’ve, uh, I’ve gotta get going,” you said, your voice barely audible. But by the way George’s shoulders slouched, you knew he heard you. He took his hands out of his pockets and pulled you in for a hug.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, resting your head on his shoulder and taking in a deep breath. He smelled the same as he did all those years ago, and although he was the same height, he also definitely felt a lot stronger.

Lifting boxes on a daily basis has taken its toll.

You couldn’t count how many hugs you’d shared with George during your time at Hogwarts, but something about this hug felt different. It felt final, conclusive. As if you both knew that this would be the final time you’d get to see each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, mouth mere inches from your ear.

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied right away, pulling your body away from his to look into his eyes. You tried your best to force a smile, but it most likely only came off as a grimace. After all, you couldn’t find anything to feel enthusiastic about in the moment.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his warm cheek, letting your hand linger on his arm for a second longer than intended, before pulling away and leaving the store without another word.

It was safe, and very unfortunate, to say your feelings were still very much present.

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You stared down at the paper, stunned. It was possibly your seventh time reading it and you still couldn’t believe it.

After all these years, he felt the same.

George Weasley felt the same.

You lifted the letter, once again preparing yourself to read it, wiping your eyes with an already soaked tissue.

Y/N,

I don’t know much about writing letters with a romantic goal, but I do know that I couldn’t leave yours unanswered. There were too many things left in the air, and I might never even get to give this to you, but it’s worth writing anyways.

I remember the first day we met. Do you remember? We were in second year and you fell down the stairs onto Freddie. You were so cute, and so flustered. It was nearly immediately after that that we became friends, if I remember correctly. (Which I always do.)

Skip forward a few years and you practically owned my heart and soul. I barely went a moment without thinking of you. Of your smile, of your laugh, of your hair and your face. You know, I did it on purpose. All the jokes, they were for you. To make you laugh. Bloody cliche, I know. But that’s the truth, love.

When I left school, it was hard. Not because I’d have to start a whole new life, but because I’d have to start that life without you. Without your constant positivity and your radiance. It was nearly impossible, but you were so proud. So proud of Freddie and me that I knew I couldn’t let you down.

But I did. I left you there, in that horrid place with that toad woman. And I regret that to this day. I read your note every day. I still do. It’s the only thing of yours that I have in my life and I cherish it more than you know.

So, this note kind of has no purpose, but it does have a point. The point is that I love you too. That I’ve loved you for a long time, and chances are that I always will. You’re the best part of me and that’ll never change.

Please take care. And I hope we get to find each other.

Yours forever,

George.

You read it again, and again, and again, and could barely process the words on the tattered parchment. It was a pretty neat piece, which indicated that there was no way he wrote two years ago. It had to be recent — within the last year. And the fact that he decided to give it to you now meant that he might even still feel this way.

With the amount of times you envisioned George professing his undying love to you, not once did you think it would be in these circumstances. With the two of you living different lives.

You went to bed that night, the note tucked under your pillow. You couldn’t part with it. Even though you had no clue what to do about said note, you didn’t want to let go of it. It was true, and all these years later you finally realized it. All the shared touches, the laughs, the smiles across classrooms; it all made sense. Not only were you falling hopelessly in love with your best friend, but he was doing the exact same thing.

And I hope we get to find each other.

If that meant what you thought — what you hoped — it meant, then maybe there was a chance for you. But for that chance to happen, you had a lot that you needed to sort out. What would this mean? Would you two start from scratch?

You hadn’t exactly had any sort of relationship over the past two years, how would you just jump into something like this? Maybe him giving you the letter was his form of closure, his way of telling you that maybe it could have happened, but now there’s no chance.

You didn’t want to dwell, but there was no way you couldn’t. How does one let something like this go? You can’t. You can’t go back to living a normal life with this knowledge hanging over your head.

He loved you.

If only there was a way you could talk to him, clear the air. Maybe he did still feel the same.

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Hogwarts was, to put it kindly, in the middle of chaos. Spells of bright green and red shot out from every which direction, hitting columns and occasionally, other bodies. You passed lifeless bodies on the ground and couldn’t bring yourself to look down. Some of them you might even recognize, and that wasn’t something you could bring yourself to feel right about now. Your emotions were running wild enough as it is; the last thing you needed was to find the body of someone you loved.

Your wand was tightly gripped in your hand, your mouth repeating the same spells over and over as Death Eaters continued to swarm the homely school grounds. You had called this place ‘home’ for seven years and yet now, it was the last possible place you wanted to be. You wanted to turn around and run, never to look over your shoulder again.

But you couldn’t.

There was no way you could bring yourself to leave. Not now.

“Well, what ‘ave we got ‘ere?”

You spun on the spot, coming face to face with the sunken eyes of a Death Eater. His voice sounded awfully familiar, but that was really the least of your problems right about now. His wand was raised in your direction, his lips already beginning to move.

You raised your own wand, ready to fire out the first spell you could think of. But the man went flying back into the wall before you could even open your mouth. You gaped down at your wand, trying to figure out how the hell you managed to do that without even thinking of the spell.

“Reckon that’s about the fourth time I’ve saved you.”

You turned to the sound of the voice, recognizing it immediately. George’s hair was tousled like crazy, and he had a bandage tightly wound around his head. You could see faint blood where his ear should be, and your heart did a quick flip in your chest. You had heard about his accident — you had run into Ginny in the Great Hall, but seeing his wound and his face in person brought an unsettling feeling to your chest.

“George,” you sighed, running over to him without a second doubt. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, squeezing harder than you thought. But he didn’t seem to mind, his arms finding their way around your waist and holding you up, his head finding its spot in the crook of your neck as he let out a low chuckle. You could feel the warmth of his skin, and in that moment, he felt so real. As if two years apart had never happened. As if everything said between you two in your letters was unspoken, but acknowledged.

You pulled your head away from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. The eyes that had been a comfort source in your life for so many years. As if looking into them brought out all of your confidence, you gave him a shy smile before leaning down and pressing your lips against his.

You immediately pulled away from him before either of you could register the action, letting yourself fall back down to your feet as you looked up into his eyes. He didn’t blink, his mouth hanging open.

Maybe you made a terrible mistake.

“Oh, I’m sorry—”

You were cut off by his hands on each side of your face, pulling you in for a second kiss. One that lasted much longer.

His lips were incredibly soft against yours, moulding as if this was the place they were meant to be. Your hands went up into his hair, giving a small tug as he pulled your body closer to his. It was as if all the war and death around you two didn’t exist — the only thing you could focus on was George’s warmth and the eruption of butterflies that went off in your body.

After what felt like hours, you pulled away and looked up at him. His lips were swollen and red, his breathing slightly uneven, but he looked happy.

“That was long overdue,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You let out a breathy laugh, “Definitely.”

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mxtantrights · 3 years ago

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past lives | 5

a/n: it’s time for the whole batfam to come together! who’s excited ?!?!? and when I tell y'all this aint even the climax. Also , cannon is what I make it to be. happy readings <3

“Oh come on!” You shout.

Looking down past the sewer grate you can see you phone. It landed with a bit of a splash and you can only imagine it’s filthy. A sewer in Gotham? There is no way you’re getting you phone back.

You’re on a time crunch anyways. So without wasting any more time you open the back car door and hop in. The driver faces the back.

“You alright there?”

No you had lost your phone to killer croc probably. But that was okay. Better your phone than your laptop. You had backed up your stuff like a month ago anyways.

Shaking your head you say, “I’m good.”

The driver turns back with a curt nod. He pulls out of park and drives onto the main road.

And maybe you’d lost a few photos and notes app things. But really how important could they have been if you didn’t want them backed up? You made a mental note to yourself to message Fallon through their Twitter DMs.

It isn’t that long a drive until the city becomes trees and trees and more trees. You have the window crack a bit and even the air out of Gotham City feels different. Untouched by the supervilllans. Not that they don’t live outside of Gotham, and if you had to take a couple of guesses Lex Luthor, who had previous dealings with Raʼs al Ghul, probably has a mansion out here.

Shit, Raʼs might have a mansion out here. He’s been around for so long- too long. That part always irked you. To be alive for that long, the mans emotions had to be devoid and frozen over. People come and go, but Raʼs al Ghul never dies.

Bruce greets you along with Alfred at the front door. He gives you a quick once over. You look stressed out and that makes him re-think this decision. inciting you over for some flimsy writing piece on the family.

In reality he just needed something from you. But really it went father than that. Ht wanted to talk to you. Once he saw you at the Gala, the faint memories of your mother started to seep into his conscious thoughts.

You had the same brown eyes. Looking at you, he can’t really tell what of his features you have. If any. A tiny part of him (that was slowly growing) hoped he would see it in time in you.

He invited you in and Alfred took your coat. He could tell the experience was new based on the face you made and the fact that you outright offered to put away your own coat. It was genuine.

Alfred of course hushed you off. Bruce took this time to usher you into the dinning room. It wasn’t diner time, more so lunch. Seven plates were set on the table.

The both of you decided against sitting at the table yet.

“Are you expecting another guest?” you ask.

Bruce looked at the number of plates then back at you.

“My youngest son will be joining us.” Bruce answers.

“You have four sons?”

“You didn’t see the youngest at the Gala, he was occupied.”

You nod your head.

“Oh I also wanted to ask if you were okay with me recording you. I take written notes but taping is like my back-up.” you say.

Bruce agrees instantly and applauds your resourcefulness. He takes you over to the table and shows you where you can place the recorded for optimal sound. It makes you wonder about how he- billionaire of Gotham- would know where to put a recorder that picks up multiple voices.

You let the thought go when you hear footsteps.

Before you know it, in through the door of the dining room comes Tim and Jason. Tim sends you a wave as he takes his seat. His brother on the other hand has other ideas.

Jason walks right up to you.

“I see I was right.” he says.

You scrunch you face in confusion, “About what exactly?”

“To be continued.”

You relax you face when you remember that is the last thing he said to you at the Gala. And you try your best to hide the smile on your face. It was no blush but you have a feeling he was the type to take a mile, given an inch when it comes to woo-ing.

“I’m here for an interview. With your whole family.” you alert him.

He feigns a pained expression, “Oh I thought you were here solely for me.”

Bruce had been watching the discussion between the two of you out of his peripheral. Tim was telling him about some new league activities, paraphrasing because you were in the room.

“I’m not late right?”

In came Dick Grayson. Fallon had told you how cute his face was. They had saw his facial expression when you bumped into him. They said ‘He turned a bit red in the face, eyes wide like a Bambi or something. It was cute.”

You did see him face after you bumped into him and you agreed. It also helped that he was Gotham’s pretty boy.

And so Gotham’s pretty boy was looking at you. In his home- or childhood home, you should note one of those options in the piece.

He walks over to you and Jason.

“Hi, I’m Dick Grayson we met at-” he begins.

“At the gala, I remember. Hi there.” you cut him off and give him your name.

“Wow, what are the chances that you’re the writer for this- what is it an op-ed? Fluff piece?” he asks.

You honestly chuckle at that.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Trying to get the spotlight?” Jason shot back.

Your eyes darted between the two men as they teased one another.

Bruce was able to reign them in and get them to sit in their seats. Which they took like they were assigned. Jason sat across from Tim, next to Dick. Bruce was stills standing. You made another note to yourself to maybe tease that in your writing.

You took a seat at the end of the table, near the door. You had your questions on file so you didn’t really need to hear yourself on the recording. And you weren’t really planning to go off script too much.

A few seconds later you hear footsteps again. This must be the young one, you thought. And you were right as you watch a little body walk right past you and over to Tim. When he took your seat, you remained perfectly still.

He hadn’t looked in your direction yet.

Bruce cleared his throat before heading over to his seat across from you. He eyed his youngest child. This is what made him finally look at you, and he too went still as a rock.

“You must be the youngest,” you say.

Then you introduce yourself. As if you don’t know that's Damian, Raʼs al Ghul grandson. You know his name. Hell you knew what the top of his head smelled like when he was freshly born.

“Hello, I’m Damian Wayne.”

“That’s actually spelled D-e-m-o-n, for the record.”

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miseryff · 2 years ago

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23. Aborted

Paris

“Why ya lil ass playing games with me?” Dre’s voice held no amusement in it. Baby sounded pressed.

“What games, baby?” I couldn’t stop the moans from leaving my mouth. I was horny as fuck and this nigga just casually had his dick sitting on my ass. “Can you just fuck the shit out of me? I want you to…” I was dead ass going to beg for this niggaz dick as if I didn’t have some Houston, Texas dick waiting for me in Long Island.

“You playing games with me. But it’s aight, this the last time we fucking.”

“You be like.” I chuckled before arching my back, and waiting to feel his lips up against my ass. “Lick from my ass to my pussy, now.”

-3 months later-

“You need to tell your parents and stop being pussy.” I sent Derrick an annoyed glare before continuing to run the wide teeth comb through my semi-wavy hair. We were at his home in Houston, getting ready to attend this charity dinner that one of his regular customers was hosting.

It was a charity dinner to benefit Alzheimer’s research and I was strangely interested as fuck. I didn’t know anyone with Alzheimer’s but I was eager to learn more about the disease and the research that was being done to hopefully find a cure.

“Yo…” I zoned back in from fingering my jet black hair to look over my shoulder at Derrick. He looked yummy as shit in his black suit; the only thing is I wish he would wipe that ugly ass glare off his face. “You need to tell ya folks that you pregnant. You think you could hide out here forever and just get big as fuck?”

The look I sent him could kill. Unfortunately he must have taken my ass for a joke because he was hunched over chucking. “For real though, P. How much longer you gonn hide out here and not think ya pops won’t be on the next thing smoking to Texas?”

I sighed before turning back to face the mirror. He was right. I told my parents that I would be spending a month with Derrick in Texas, as I had enough vacation time saved up from my job. Somehow one month turned into two, and then two into three once I learned I was pregnant last month.

Three months pregnant at that.

What the fuck?

“Ima tell them… I already told my pops that I’m flying back home next week Tuesday.” He nodded slowly. “And I’ll fly back there with you. I aint gonn make you break the news by yourself.” I smiled once he pecked my cheek.

Derrick was truly my knight in Amiri jeans.

Too bad my abortion was already schedule for that same Tuesday afternoon, at the Planned Parenthood a few miles away from own home in Long Island. I did not want this baby. And quite frankly, I was not sure if the father was Derrick or Dre.

Also, I would make a terrible mother. So it’s for the best that I have this abortion and then tell Derrick that I had a miscarriage or some shit. Nobody had time to be playing a mother. Especially at 19 years old.

Derrick helped me zip the back of my dress, before pulling me into his body before I could even fully see my appearance. “You look so beautiful tonight. If you wasn’t already pregnant I’d put another baby in you after this dinner.” I laughed out loud before walking around his body, and modeling over to the full body mirror.

I did look beautiful as shit.

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“Make sure to be back here on the 23rd for your post-op appointment.” I only nodded before taking the discharge paperwork from the receptionist and walking over to the exit.

She watched me keenly through the glass doors, making sure that I had someone outside to pick me up. Apparently after having a surgical abortion you couldn’t drive yourself home. You needed to have another person pick you up.

Although I was experiencing some mild cramps in my lower stomach, it didn’t feel like I had a surgery performed. The only annoyance were the cramps and this big ass menstrual pad they applied to my vagina.

I fell into Dre’s open arms and inhaled his scent. He always smelled so clean and manly. Today he smelled like eucalyptus or some shit. “How you feeling, champ?” He smirked at me as he walked with me over to the passenger side of his truck.

“Like I’m on my period.” I blurted, and then giggled at his grossed out expression. “Dead ass? You not in any pain?” After I shook my head from left to right, he shrugged and then jogged over to the driver’s side of the truck.

“Next time don’t be hard headed, and get the plan B like I told you.” Fanning him off, I simply powered my phone ‘on’ and went straight to my messages. Derrick texted me about two hours ago, asking what I was up to.

I sighed before quickly composing a message.

To Baby: nothin, in bed with cramps. My stomach is killing me. Wyd baby?

He responded back quicker than I expected. Probably because he was at his aunt’s crib, not doing shit.

From Baby: want me to come over? I can bring you sumn to eat

I smiled briefly, before tuning in once I heard Dre’s deep voice. We were in the drive-thru for Wendy’s. I listened as Dre ordered for us both, and then glanced over at me for confirmation. I nodded and then pinched his cheek before looking down at my now dimly lit phone screen.

To Baby: Cae just borough me Wendy’s. But I can come over a little later once I’m feeling better. I dont want to be in the crib tonight.

He simply ‘heart’’d my message and I sighed out in relief. Thank god, I did not need him pulling up to the crib when I already had plans to chill with Dre and get hiiiiigh as shit.

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m4gp13 · 4 years ago

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For those of you who made it through my laughably incoherent ethabaster think piece, here’s some hc’s, you’ve earned them:

- Ethan has sole possession of their one shared brain cell. Alabaster is not allowed to even look at it. This is because they used to have two but Al broke the good one trying to blow up something (probably Percy).

- If Al finds out Ethan left without some form of magical protection i.e. a sigil, a crystal, ground eggshells, he will be pretty much vibrating with nerves until Ethan gets back so he can give him a once-over.

- Alabaster’s from a very witchy family who all worship Hecate for many reasons that differ depending on which estranged relative you ask and they all kinda saw Al as the first coming of witch Christ so he had a lot of expectations at a very young age.

- Ethan knows this and tries to lift as much Titan army business off his shoulders as possible.

- He accidentally lifts too much off to the point where he is drowning in work and is now the one in need of saving. But does he tell anyone that if he looks at one more stack of demands from his mile long list of bosses he’s going to cry for five hours? Of course not don’t be ridiculous.

- Alabaster immediately hated Percy as soon as he heard the guys name but due to the arena stuff and telling Thalia not to k*ll him Ethan actually held a bit of respect for Percy which annoyed Al to no end.

-This was until the not-so-peaceful peace talk in tlo when Percy starts shit talking Nemesis and Ethan just internally goes “actually the witch bitch was right this guy sucks ass”

-However, under no circumstances will Ethan ever tell this to Alabaster; not because he values his pride (he has none) but because he knows the life of a demigod is short and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his very short one hearing Al rub that one thing in his face for every single second of it.

- And I mean Every. Single. Second.

- So yeah he takes that to the grave and doesn’t even tell anyone in the underworld in case they tell Al when he dies and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his afterlife with Al being a dumbass. (also yes Ethan got into Elysium, fuck you)

- (Actually I have another idea about where Ethan went post-life but that’s so far from canon it’s more of an AU than a headcanon so we’re gonna leave that out for now)

- Al thought he was the one in charge of the Hecate kids because he was the most powerful and the highest ranking in the army but he was Not. That was Ethan. The Hecate kids thought Ethan was their unofficial adopted baby brother but little did they know he was the mum the whole time.

- Ethan is the only thing standing between them and starving to death. He also does the younger kids hair and gives everyone with long hair super intricate braids that stay out of their faces during “field work”. Al thinks this is more of him trying to take the weight off his shoulders but Ethan knows that if he doesn’t do this shit no one will so he kinda has to. Not that he doesn’t like doing it. being helpful is his love language.

- Because of their powers over the mist the Hecate kids of the army were notorious pranksters who were usually at war with the Hermes kids (wars usually declared by Al because he rolled a zero on self restraint) but none of them prank Ethan because “nooooo you can’t do him he babey 🥺”

- Ethan has simply decided that what the magic prank wizards don’t know can’t hurt them and just turns to his blind side whenever he sees them sneaking off the ship to get Micky D’s in the middle of the night to stay on their good sides.

- Speaking of the ship, Ethan thinks it’s the dumbest thing in the world that one of their most powerful demigod enemies is the son of a sea god and he actually has a pretty decent relationship with said sea god and their main base of operations aside from mt Othrys is a fucking BOAT. He tells Al all about his worries for the ship and while Al assures him that nothing that bad could happen he always makes sure that the ship always has the least amount of demigods on board at all times just in case.

- It takes all the strength Ethan has not to yell “TOLD YOU SO” at him when the ship blows up.

- Al probably either wears basic white boy clothes or typical witchy stuff (like moons and shit) depending his mood meanwhile Ethan found out about leather and just goes for it.

- Every grunge/punk/emo/eboy/teachwear bitch aspires to be him and because he aint about all that “gender roles” bs he definitely goes about wearing cool egirl stuff too. Not just slightly feminine shaped jumpers but all the plaid skirts, fishnets and lace trimmed dresses he can steal afford and Al, despite his more basic fashion taste is here for it. You’ve never seen someone more supportive of their pals fits, get you a hypeman like Al. You deserve it. (Ethan is also not afraid to walk around in a full pastel gamer girl fit)

- (Also Al hyping up one Ethans fits in front of a Titan is the reason they were allowed to start wearing army fatigues instead of the whole ancient Greek armour on occasion)

- Ethan appreciates Al’s enthusiasm but he also kinda doesn’t get it. And he definitely doesn't do that “yeah you’re right I DO look good” thing because he just doesn’t know how. He’d always been a little self-conscious about getting a big head but then he found out about Nemesis and hubris and all that fun stuff, looked at his meager pile of self worth and said “ yep, this has to go”

- Al almost starts crying when he finds out and pretty much makes it mission to be such a good hype man that Ethan has no choice but to think of himself as a Pretty Cool Dude via absorbing the hype through diffusion. It kinda starts working but then Ethan [REDACTED] in tlo so we’ll never know what could’ve been.

- To nick a hc from someone ( hi @chromarozee-spam) contrary to his taste in clothes Ethan does ballet (he was a punk AND did ballet, what more can I say?) and while Al tries to support his hobbies he is genuinely afraid both for and of him. “For” because “holy fuck that looks painful are you okay?”. And “of” because “are you sure those are bones inside you because I don’t think bones are supposed do that?!”.

- Ethan tries to assure him that no his spine is not made of rubber, broken bones or otherworldly materials so can he stop bothering him during practice please?

- This does not stop Al from making a million protection wards and constantly asking his deck if Ethan is indeed a Being of this Good Green Earth.

- Eventually his cards pretty much just tell him that he is friends with one bendy heck of a boi and he needs to fucking get over it so he kinda just,, ,,,,, , does.

- Again with the hc thieving (this time from @altorringtons) Al learning to use a two-handed broadsword so he can guard Ethan’s blind side and back in a fight *soft noises* just them trying so hard to keep each other alive because they love each other and they care about each other!

- They also sleep in the same bed whenever they get the chance (fully clothed ya nasties, they’re kids) and they just hug each other soooo tight because they just need to know they’re alright cos they always get pretty banged up in fights against campers or just monsters that are too much like wild animals to recruit. (What? Me? Projecting my desire to be intimately held by the closest person I have to family with their arms wrapped not tight enough to make me uncomfortable but tight enough to make me feel loved? Never! What on earth are you talking about?)

- Because Al is super stubborn and prideful whenever they have an argument Al can’t really bring himself to say he’s sorry so when he’s ready to apologise he just climbs into bed on Ethan’s blind side and cuddles him because he knows Ethan is super worried about getting attacked on his blind side so it’s like he has a guard or a shield.

- Ethan on the other hand just calls him a Rock Boy in a derogatory way until he gets over himself and apologizes but he really does love the fact that Al knows that about him and accommodates that.

- The thing they fight about most is how “heroic” the titan army is. Kronos’ brainwashing worked on Al like a charm and he fully believes that they are the rebellion and camp is the empire. Ethan on the other hand wasn’t at camp long enough for Kronos or Luke to really do anything but it doesn’t matter because Ethan really doesn’t give a shit if he’s on the “evil side” cos he just wants respect and he’s willing to do what it takes without a second thought of how people see him. If he thinks he’s doing the right thing but on the wrong side he can live with that but Al needs to feel like all of his side is on the moral high ground because that’s what Kronos drilled into his brain.

- Ethan knows that Al delusional when it comes to the non-existent heroics of the army but eventually he just decides to let Al believe the titans lies because that’s easier for him even if it hurts Ethan to see him being manipulated like that.

- Due to Ethan not giving a shit on the humanity of his bosses he gets punished a lot more often and a lot more violently than Al because they know that Ethan already knows they don’t care about him so they don’t have to sugar coat him but Al still believes that they’re heroes and his mindset needs to stay like that to keep him obedient.

- Also because I am a Cruel Person By Nature I hc Ethan’s mortal family (which usually just consists of his dad) as meeting a not very pg13 end at the hands of a monster who wanted to nible on Ethan a tad which pretty much scarred him for life.

- SO, at the end of the battle of Man Hats Are In when Al looks around and sees that his whole family (that joined the titans) are dead! oh no! How sad! At least he knows someone whose been through the same thing so they understand each other and can help each other through this tough time together right? SIKE!

- so yeah Al learns Ethan d-worded in the worst possible way at the worst possible time and just looses it from grief. Loosing his family was bad enough but finding out he lost the one person he thought he would be able to confide in and heal with immediately after just really rubs salt in the wound.

- When the survivors start re-grouping to find someplace to hide until the gods forget about them Al just wanders off because it’s all he can do to not break down on the spot.

- He’s just wandering in a daze for a while and most people just assume he’s high but he snaps out of it and gets into anger mode when Lamia starts attacking him because he finally has something to do and occupy himself with even though it’s hard not to think about his sibling especially when Lamia keeps talking like they never would have died if she’d been in charge which is why she should totally just kill him and lead their siblings instead.

- His desire to have something to keep his mind off his family and Ethan is the first thing he thinks about when Claymore re-alives and immediately starts talking about doing research (yeah because that’s what you need after a long stressful day of fighting monsters and literally dying).

- Ethan keeps trying to cross the veil and help, even if he just sends Al a pleasant dream to help him sleep but contrary to what you might think from the name, the veil is really hard to cross so Ethan just has to bite his nails and watch his friend suffer.

- It gets easier to watch after Al and Claymore pretty much adopt each other because at least he has someone but they do still get into pretty scary situations.

- When they were both premortem they got paired up for a lot of missions for the titan army and they usually just tried to pretend they were on a fun road trip around America when they could and make fun of mortal shit together.

- At one point they were in a motel and the last people accidentally left behind one of Claymore’s books about death and they found it the funniest thing ever. Between a pair of in which one of their mum’s regularly goes to the underworld and one has been there himself they find mortal ideas of the afterlife to be very amusing.

- Alabaster has decided he would not like to share this with the class (Claymore) thank you very much.

- Also when they’re doing their road tripping Ethan knows all the best places to crash, the cheapest food places and the local gangs don’t bother them because between running away from camp and joining the army he just wandered around a lot.

- Like he’d just hop on a random train, take a nap and figure it out when he wakes up; he made a lot of friends this way too as well as his taste in clothes cos he didn’t have a lot of money so he’d just DIY some second hand punk shit. Al thinks he’s the Gandalf of the demigod world because he just knows everyone who might help them and everywhere they could spend the night. He definitely tells his siblings about Ethan being the closest thing they have to a wandering wizard and they fucking love it.

- Also because Nemesis tends to not have a lot of kids Ethan was the only one of hers in the army and Al felt really bad for him because his sibling were his favourite part about the army so he tried to include Ethan in as much as possible with his siblings.

- As an unexpected result Ethan ended up with a small army of super powered children to sick on the people who keep making jabs about him loosing in the arena battle.

- Al sometimes thinks he’s given him too much power but also he will fuck a bitch up if they make fun of his pals so he sees where his siblings are coming from and yeah those bitches had it coming. He also has a copy of bitchcraft.

- Ethan’s dad was the type to play “Stay With Me” by Miki Matsubara on repeat for hours and Ethan would probably enjoy the song but he’s heard it so often that now it makes his ears bleed and Al sometimes tortures him with for fun until Ethan starts throwing shit.

- To steal another hc from @chromarozee-spam Ethan has a thing for cats and one time Al accidentally gave himself mistform cat-ears and Ethan could not stop touching them. Ethan was just craning his head back uncontrollably grinning so much his face hurt. Al can’t bring himself to be upset because Ethan rarely ever smiles since he joined the army.

- Al saw Ethan crying over one of those video’s where people put their hoodies on backwards and put their cat in the hood so he made a mist cat and bought him a hoodie. Ethan of course started crying again but it was happy tears instead.

- Ethan is fucking tiny while Al is almost a foot taller than him. He wouldn’t mind so much if Al didn’t exhaust every opportunity to rub it in his face so he just starts climbing all over shit (especially tall buildings) half to give Al heart attacks and half so he can be like “Sorry? What was that? I’m so high up I can’t hear you. Can you speak up a little? Maybe get a ladder? Or taller?”

- Also I don’t know why but I hc Al as Texan. Ethan gets told about this “Alabaster C. Torrington” guy who knows latin, incantations and other magical knowledge and expects some fancy British guy so when they meet and Al speaks Ethan gets whiplash so hard he fuckin chokes.

- Al is also very casual and Ethan is pretty professional so when he meets this magic general with a straight back and the first thing that comes out of this assholes mouth is some “Howdy y’all!!” bullshit he just dies on the spot.

- Also because Al is texan he is very sensitive to the cold (I’m about 80% sure that Texas is one of the Warm states) so when he has to do stuff in cold places like the labyrinth or new york (idk about that one to but in every film I’ve seen that’s set in NY it’s raining for about 90% of the time) he complains about being freezing all the time until Ethan helpfully reminds him that he can literally make fire out of nothing, surely he can find a way to warm himself up.

- Ethan is also sensitive to the cold because he’s basically malnourished but he’s been like that for a while and thinks it’s normal so he sucks it up until Al notices he’s always cold. Ethan tells him it’s fine but Al is basically a walking electric blanket so whenever Al cuddles him to keep him warm Ethan can’t help but melt because he’s so fucking warm and soft and have you noticed I crave intimacy?

- Ethan started studying Greek myths vigorously since he found out he was a demigod and when he died he kept an eye and an ear out for Al because even though he wouldn’t be able to do anything it still reassures him to know what’s going on, HOWEVER, he was almost filled with enough malice to rip through the barrier between the living and the dead purely to beat an ass when he hears Al’s little “I don’t bother reading about worthless monsters like you!” jab.

- Ethan is very jumpy and fidgety to the point where Al is genuinely concerned and while Ethan assures Al that nothing’s wrong Al is still suspicious. Ethan probably would have told Al about it if it was because of anything but Kronos but seeing that it mostly is, he doesn’t because Ethan feels like Al will just take Kronos’ word over his and he’ll loose the only person he trusts in the army.

- Al doesn’t find out about it until way after the war when Kronos’ brainwashing starts to come undone because by then his mindset is a lot less biased in the titans favour so he can see things that he just unconsciously ignored before and is able to put two and two together. When he does boy is it a trip.

- Ethan is really bad at talking about feelings and stuff so whenever Al gets upset over something and Ethan has no idea how to talk to him he’ll just get him some rocks. One time Ethan found out about those heart shaped valentine boxes that are normally filled with chocolates but people put crystals in them and that just became his go-to for when Al was especially upset.

- Al is only slightly better at talking about stuff but he can still get Ethan to open up to him which is good because Ethan isn’t very materialistic so it’s hard to make him feel better by buying him things and because someone needs to get Ethan to express himself in an emotionally healthy way.

- Also because of this they just can’t tell each other they love each other. Like they’ll barely whisper it when the other is asleep because they’re just so bad at talking about feelings. It wasn’t that much of an issue until after the war and Ethan gets k-worded and Al is left alone and sobbing over all the times he never told his loved ones how much they meant to him.

- But because this is a headcanon list; fuck that, Al saved Ethan with some sort of magic bullshit and they talk about how much they love each other all the time now because they can’t stand the thought of one of them dying having never been told how much they are loved.

#me going around nicking hcs: thank you for your sacrifices #this will help tremendously in the war effort #also max i am extremely pleased to tell you that auto correct thinks Harrington is a lovely name for you #and you stan the magic messiah #autocorrect didn't say that one #but it's true #pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #ethan x alabaster #ethabaster

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tartagliaxx · 3 years ago

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hi. i only got to play in inazuma today so here's me live reacting to the archon quest. it's a lil out of context tho so have fun trying to figure out which parts im talking abt. also, this is the only time i'm going to be talking abt spoilers for at least one week so... 🤷‍♀️

swordfish ii? cute.

Jesus Christ. and here i thought it was my lowest settings that made his hair grey… this poor kid. teppei i admire your determination but no… just no...

SCARAMOUCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

IF EVIL WHY SO HOT

you know.... scaramouche could stand still and the air would get electrified. and yknow,,, that's p... that's p attractive

ugh im disgusting myself. and here i thought i still had an inch of sanity left in me.

of all people it had to be this little jerk

scaramouche is so fucking evil. i’d like ten of him, please.

man,, they expect me to dodge this shit? that’s the biggest l i’ve heard today. none of that shit. i’m bringing out my zhong and my sweet madames skrrt

sayu is adorable… i remember when i had hopes of growing up too… alas, it has come to this.

OH MY GOD AYATO CRUMBS. I AM LICKING THAT SHIT UP. PLEASE— HE HAS A SECRET UNIT. THATS SO HOT WTF. AYATO MY DEAR, PLEASE DONT BE A REGULAR ICKY NPC BUT WHITE HAIRED…

SNEAKY SNEAK. SNEAKY SNEAK.

THOMA OH MY GOD MY MALEWIFE. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? also, sayu’s sleeping again. this girl’s got talent. is her circadian rhythm okay?

pains me to be the bearer of all bad news and no good news…

WAIT THOMA IS LEAVING NO DONT LEAVE YET I WANT TO LOOK AT YOU MORE

oh nvm he’s still in the background.

EYY WHATS UP AYAKA. YOU’RE AS FINE AS EVER.

i… i don’t like where this is going… i refuse to be the bait. i’m too hot for that. so spicy they’ll spit me right out

DONT VOLUNTEER YOURSELF LUMINE— GIVE ME AN OPTION OR AT LEAST AN ‘OH SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN’ LINE

YES FIREWORKS THAT WOULD WORK RIGHT? PLEASE TELL ME THAT WOULD WORK-

oh thank god… wait... they… they wouldn’t ask me to be the one to set off the fireworks right?

UNFORTUNATELY NO. AFTER YOU BECOME A FREE MAN, YOU’RE IMMEDIATELY MARRYING ME THOMA ANJKFHAIGHLANGKLAHOFJLKAB

oh crap… i’m… i’m in deep.

HE’S BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING US AGAIN EVERY DAY SINCE HE GOT THERE ANFLaglvbajlfblabvljabefva;bfalLJBLJDABVBAALSNADL tumblr user @tartagliaxx is broken. she is now irreparable. she has no regrets. goodbye.

ehem… what if… you and i… and hotsprings… together?? JUST KIDDING. PG-13 OVER HERE. NOTHING INDECENT WHATSOEVER MOVE ALONG NOW

poor thoma,,,

oh come on ayaka… cut us some slack… i just watched lumine wheeze bc of evil purple mist only to be dragged into 2 timeskips and an entire training arc. dont let her be yet another traumatized shounen manga protagonist… altho, it might be uh… too late for that…

oh dear… is thoma going to get another round of diarrhea?

OF COURSE. OF COURSE IT’S ME DOING ALL THE WORK. OF COURSE IT’S ME WHO’S RISKING MY LIFE ALL OVER AGAIN. GOD! GIVE LUMINE A BREAK. BEING A TRAVELER DOES NOT MEAN IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE.

hello yoimiya… still looking as bomb as ever i see……… mhm… gonna see myself out rn…

HELP MY SHITTY GRAPHICS COMPLETELY ERADICATED HER BROWS

oh god… are we dying because of fireworks? forget getting caught by the patrol… we’re about to light up an untested firework that was made to be a billion times more explosive….

NO. SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID THE CURSED SENTENCE. WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN? IDK YOU TELL ME. YOU JUST SENTENCED US TO DEATH YOIMIYA GREAT GOING still love you tho.

man… these patrol guards aint shit… i literally walked an inch behind their backs and they did nothing… its a surprise the rebellion still hasn’t won when they place guards like this in their ranks………. ok that was kinda mean i’ll apologize in a bit.

SAYU OMG… DONT WORRY I’LL SNEAK YOU OUT AND RISK MY LIFE willingly JUST TO RESCUE YOU. ILYSM HONEY YOU’RE DOING SO WELL

no, paimon. it’s not but we’re doing it anyway 🤡

NO ONE TOLD ME WE’RE GOING TO RUN. I WENT COMPLETELY OFF COURSE. first try tho 😏

HELLO THOMA. HELLO AYAKA.

HELLO SAYU. HOW DID IT GO? IM GUESSING IT WENT WELL BC YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?

oh no….. she’s worn herself out…. man,,, this is why you dont make convicts out of kids….

WE ASKED SAYU FOR AN INCH AND SHE GAVE AS TEN THOUSAND MILES. SAYU MY CHILD YOU EXCEED EXPECTATIONS

god, don’t remind me. as hot as the shogun trying to kill us w her blade was, i don’t appreciate almost getting murdered on screen (even if we most certainly have plot armor)

awwww is thoma worried about me uwu owo? dw i have like… a lumine w 6% crit rate by my side

sigh… i dont want to leave yet… cant i just stay by thoma’s side and not go to war for a change?

it was at this moment that tumblr user lei saw the wonders of being a housewife.

oh sara… my stars… i’m so sorry. i feel so bad for you but at the same time… this oddly makes me want to write a song for you ABJFJKABJABCABVABVKA I KNOW JACK SHIT ABT SONGWRITING WHY AM I THINKING LIKE THIS

well… there she goes…

oh…. oh….. yae is stealing my heart. WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO (i have an alt for a reason heehee)

DEAR LORD. PLEASE STEP ON MY NECK SARA.

these guys got guts to say ‘i’m sorry ma’am’ to THE kujou sara.

oh old man… you’re dead. you’re so dead.

man… this old man is a simp? sheesh.

YES. GO TELL EM PAIMON. PREACH THAT SHIT LOUD AND CLEAR.

oh my god… is that dude dead? i probably should’ve uh apologized b4 he flopped down to the ground ig…

MAN,, SARA’S DOWN FOR THE COUNT?? tbf i didnt expect much but…. also, AYE SIGNORA’S SO ICY.

she’s calling me out for being a simp ;-; heart been broke so many times or smth

OH SHIT LUMINE SPOKE. MAN,, WHY IS SHE SO COOL.

oh… i love this part of the vow… im suddenly inspired to write… how about a wedding au? an angsty wedding au?

goddamn… it’s been nice knowing you all…. i dont think i’ll come out of this alive if signora went out like that…

WHATS HAPPENING? ARE YOU SAYING KAZUHA WENT THROUGH THIS BS? IS LUMINE OKAY-

DID THEY REALLY JUST STORM THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAPITAL?? THEY HAVE SOME NERVE.

FUCK OMG KAZUHA AHHAHFHAFHAHGKJABKASBGA IM TEARING UP WTF WHY AM I GETTING EMOTIONAL- HONEY BUN THATS SO HOT OF YOU TO DO

oh… oh it’s time for round two? haha… time to… say my goodbyes….

yo… there are actual tears in my eyes… like… idk why… but that cutscene? shit man… that hit me…

hm… i feel bad for the shogun… ultimately, there is reason behind every act no matter how horrid. no matter how unreasonable, the reason one thinks of is always justified on their end. whatever everyone else thinks pay little effect on whether the act is fulfilled or not. also, her little laugh? i’m extra deceased.

the animation's fire as always wtf

oh but my kokoro... oof... my kokoro... ugh...

I’M SO FUCKING DONE AJKFHAKJBVAK- WE BEAT A HARBINGER AND FOR WHAT? she should’ve just tossed that gnosis into the ocean or smth...

HAH OMG SCARAMOUCHE. WHAT A MAN. I’M- I WAS RIGHT OMG. I HAD A LIL THEORY AND ITS JUST SMTH I HAD IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. I NEVER THOUGHT IT’LL ACTUALLY COME TRUE DEAR LORD. so now ig i have to admit i think abt him a lot and he has a soft spot in my heart 🥺 he’s evil you see and you know what my type is? evil men or at the very least, men with the potential to be evil. ugh so annoying.

scaramouche banner when

bc i sold everything worthy of money in me (read as my organs) for albedo, i'll sell my soul for him how about that?

EYE- makoto huh… well… fuck…

it’s day 400 of being ayato less even if he’s like… teased a million of times (jk it’s like… a grand total of seven but thats still p high)

im so… sigh…

i wonder if i’m still alive by the time sumeru releases… at the very least, i know my brain wouldn’t be.

....we were literally a captain for like... one second. that is so sad.

#˗ˋˏ°• afternoon tea rambles •°ˎˊ˗#inazuma spoilers

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fydream · 4 years ago

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even if it is, just for tonight | p. js

☌ genre: jisung x reader, slice of life(ish), fluff, angst?, high school!au? kinda.. i wouldn't say it's a college!au but it's the summer before you move to college, the mood is a teenage coming of age movie where the main characters sneak out and do things but like not illegal things yk, best friends to lovers because i'm a sucker for that!!, inspired by life is strange episode 3 + we go up era/the we go up mv teaser + the perks of being a wallflower, mentions of ex-boyfriend!jaemin, say hi to skater boy!renjun!!! also say hi to college boy!johnny!! they're more of a touch and go but they'd appreciate a hello :-)

☌ songs/playlist: 🎵(yes these go in order of the story,,, the most important songs though are "aint it fun by" paramore and "fallingforyou" by the 1975 and maybe "is there somebody who can watch you" also by the 1975)

☌ word count: 7.3k!!

☌ warnings: food mention, cursing, uhh breaking and entering? i wouldnt really say that but it's more off you jumping a fence and trespassing lol, also this is semi proof read lmao sorry

☌ author note: this is dedicated to my dear friend cam!! (@huangsilks) happy birthday i love you <333 here's a lil fic bc ur senior year got cut short and as much as i wish i could give it to you, i cant, and im so sorry about that. so take this fic in return <33 mwah // all i want to do is live in a teen coming of age movie is that too much to ask for? and that's on the media romanticizing your teenage years!

☌ disclaimer: this has no relation to htbah!jisung at all. this is a completely different universe. thank you.

─ 10:45pm;

The last day of summer vacation is always fun until you realize that the sun has started to set and the inevitability of tomorrow starts creeping into your thoughts.

So what were you doing on your last day (or night in this case) of summer? You weren't doing anything special, just looking through your room and going through the various photos you had put up on your walls, recalling past memories from your previous years in high school.

Tomorrow night you were leaving your small town and moving across the country to attend college. Needless to say you were excited to move away and get a fresh start but the one thing you weren't ready for was to say goodbye to everyone.

You didn't have a going away party like everyone else, you decided not to because that meant you were actually leaving. Though your bags were packed and your room was put together, it didn't feel like you were going to college. The realization hasn't hit yet, it just felt like another normal night. You were busy looking through one of the memory boxes you had in your room when you felt your phone buzz, indicating you've gotten a text.

[sungie: hey]

[sungie: wanna go on an adventure?]

[you: wtf? the sun set already, if i get caught i'm done for!]

[sungie: c'mon.. live a little]

[sungie: im picking you up in five, get ready :)]

Park Jisung. Your best friend since, well, since elementary. He's the boy who you grew up with, the boy who you happened to survive all of high school and middle school with, he's also the boy who happened to capture your heart doing the simplest things you could imagine.

He was your first crush, but not your first boyfriend.

He also happened to be the boy who was always there for you, no matter what. So if you were going to spend your last night in the town you grew up in, why not spend it with your best friend, Park Jisung himself?

Seeing as that he was already on his way, it left you with no choice. Grabbing the closest hoodie near you, you silently made your way to your front door where you slipped on your shoes before heading outside as quietly as you could.

It takes a few minutes before you see a familiar car pull up on your childhood street. Approaching the vehicle, you hear music playing that's only being muffled due to the windows that are rolled up and the doors being shut closed.

"Hey." He says lowering the volume as you open the door to his passenger seat. "Are you ready?"

"You're fucking insane." You snort as you buckle your seatbelt. "Wake up my whole neighborhood why don't you?"

"I mean.. Only if you want me too.." He teases, placing his hand on his car horn.

"Don't you dare!" You squeal, trying to grab his wrist before he could attempt to wake up your whole neighborhood. To no avail, you failed which resulted in a fit of laughter from him.

"C'mon. Live a little." He says once more before driving away from your. house, turning out of your neighborhood and onto the empty streets.

"Where are we going?" You ask, watching the streetlights pass by.

"It's a surprise."

"That's so ominous."

"I know."

"Could you at least give me a hint?" You whine.

"I'll give you one word."

"I'll take whatever I can get."

"Okay, the word is playground."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You ask, shooting him a glare.

"Hey! you said you'll take what you can get, and I'm giving you one word." He defends.

"You're annoying." You mumble, turning away from him to look back out the window.

"So I've been told." He snorts, focusing his attention back on the road.

Your first stop of the night is the playground of your elementary school.

It was kind of unexpected because the last time you were here was probably when you attended school here, years ago. To be honest, you were expecting to be taken to the park near your house. The playground there was mostly abandoned due to all the kids on your street growing up, you would still see other children playing on the swings or sliding down one of the tube slides but those were on good days. Most of the time it was just empty.

"School?" You ask confused, watching as Jisung unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door to step outside, you doing the same. "Jisung, we're way to big for this playground, you know that. Why are we even here?"

"You'll see." He says, grabbing your hand to drag you over towards the gate that they used to fence off the playground. ”Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" You ask, earning a wink in response. "Oh my god.. Jisung no!"

Before you could realize what was about to happen, the hand that Jisung was using to hold yours was now being used to help pull himself over the chain linked fence that lead to your school's playground. After successfully throwing himself over the top of the fence and landing on the other side with a light thud, he smiles at you. "Your turn."

"What the hell?! No way!" You protest. "I can't even climb a fence! You know this!"

"Actually. That's false." He confidently states, knowing he’ll win this argument. "You climbed a fence Junior year when you were hanging out with Johnny Suh and his friends."

"What? Who told you that?!" You exclaim.

"Just a little someone who's name begins with a little 'Ren' and ends with 'Jun.'" He says playfully, sending you a little wink.

"That brat!" You whisper yell. "That’s the last time I tell Renjun something.." You add, mumbling.

"So, your turn." He repeats, gesturing towards the gate in front of you.

"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this." You mumble before continuing to hoist yourself over the metal fence. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as Jisung’s, seeing as you almost lost balance trying to get down from the top resulting in Jisung having to catch you so you didn’t break an ankle or something.

"See? That wasn't so bad." He snorts, letting you go.

"I hate you." You scoff. "Why are we even here again?"

"I'm glad you asked." He says smiling, grabbing your hand once more. This time, instead of leading you to a fence you had to jump be brings you to a small play structure. It takes you approximately a minute for you to realize where you were and where he was taking you.

"Right here." He says pointing to a red tube slide. "Our first stop of the night. This is where we first met, remember? You practically shoved me down this slide because you wanted to go down it and I was in your way."

You chuckle as the first memory of you and your best friend plays. "Of course? How could I not remember? I got called into the office afterwards because some kid told one of the teachers that I was bullying you. To this day, I still don't know who told on me."

“It was Wendy, if you wanted to know.” He adds. “She told me after she told on you.” He shrugs.

“Of course it was..” You mumble, hopping up to sit against one of the bottom steps that led up to the slide.

"Is this what we came here for?" You ask, looking up at the boy who was currently climbing up the side of the playground structure.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" He yells loud enough for anyone in a five mile radius hear. Maybe it’s because of how quiet it is at this time of night, or maybe it’s because he just got louder whenever he was with you. But those were besides the point, if there were any cops around right now you two would definitely have gotten caught thanks to Jisung.

He makes his way to a safer spot, where he can jump down from the top of the playground. Despite the fact he moved you still scold him for his reckless actions. "Don't do that!! You’re going to get hurt! What happens when you jump off of something and finally break your ankle, hm?"

Jisung shrugs in response. "Well you see, it hasn’t happened yet. You can even check, I’m fine. It’s okay."

"You stress me out, you know." You scoff, turning away from him to walk towards the monkey bars that were once too tall for you, but now are nothing compared to your height.

"I know." He shouts from across the playground. Because of how quiet it was with just you two being there in the dead of night you could hear his footsteps along the playground structure. You could hear it creak every now and then, making you wonder if it was Jisung causing then noises of if it was just because of how old the structure is. You think about how long it's been here, how many children have played in the exact spots you were standing in and how many more will until they decide to finally remodel or get rid of it.

"It's been ages since I've been here." You whisper, running your hand along the cool, metal railing as you climb the short steps that lead up to the top, where Jisung was waiting for you.

"I know right? Do you remember this spot?" He asks, taking a seat on the platform, which barely has enough room for both of you. "We used to sit here and gossip about who we thought were cute in the fifth grade." He snorts.

"Yeah.. And when people tried to come up here you'd yell at them for the password." You laugh. "That was really fun. A simpler time." You add, going back replaying through some of your memories which were long forgotten.

For the next couple minutes you and Jisung just sit there, reminiscing to when you were both small children, where your only worry was your guy's spot on the playground being stolen.

“This is nice..” You think to yourself. “It feels the same, just like the good old days.”

"Uhm." Jisung coughs, getting your attention. "We better get going. There are more stops to go and well, we don't have all night do we?"

"Oh. Yeah." You sigh, not wanting to get up from your spot. "Where are we going now?" You ask.

"You'll see." He says, flashing you a grin.

You smile, rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, who was now attempting (and failing) to slide down the slide in front of you.

"It’s not slippery anymore." He frowns.

"Well, yeah." You giggle, making your way down the same way you came up. "It's been years Sungie. What'd you expect?"

"I dunno. The same amount of slipperiness?"

"You're silly." You tease, lightly pinching his cheek. "Let's go." You’re about to walk away when Jisung grabs your wrist, stopping you from waltzing away to his car.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "You were kinda hesitant to jump a fence you’ll sure you'll be ready to do whatever else I have planned for tonight?" He teases.

"Depends." You hum. "Are we going to get into any kind of trouble?"

"That's up to us."

"Then of course I'm down." You say, dragging him back the way you entered.

─ 12:23am;

The next stop is in the city near your small town. To be more specific it's the rooftop of one of the many parking garages your city has. Jisung's car is the only car parked right now due to the time being nearly twelve thirty in the morning, and you just can't help but wonder why you spent the last half an hour driving to an empty parking garage.

"Okay Park Jisung, why are we here?" You ask, leaning against the railing to look outwards for any sign of reason.

"Well first of all, if you're looking for the reason why you're on the wrong side." He chuckles, leading you towards the opposite side of the rooftop. "And if you look to your left you'll see a small venue." He says in one of those touristy guide voices, earning a giggle from you.

"Hey! Isn't that where we-"

"Saw our first concert?" He cuts you off, finishing your sentence.

"Yeah.. I remember that night. We skipped school that day to make sure we made barricade." You snort.

"It was definitely worth missing a pop quiz and two weeks of being grounded." Jisung comments.

"You act like you didn't sneak out every night during those two weeks." You joke, lightly punching his arm.

He gives you a small pout and a fake "ow." in response. "Well, yeah?" He replies. "How else was I going to see my best friend?"

"Anyone ever told you you're annoying?" You ask rolling your eyes, leaving the edge of the rooftop to walk towards the center.

"Mmm." He hums, looking up to indicate that he was thinking. "I don't think so."

"Well, you are." You say before asking "So why the rooftop?"

"I'm glad you asked." He starts, pulling out a tiny speaker from his jacket pocket. "Remember how you said you were kinda sad that we haven't gone to a concert in a while?"

"Mhm."

"Well congratulations y/n l/n because here I have a tiny speaker that'll make it feel like we're having our own mini concert on the top of this garage building tonight!" He exclaims in a fake announcer voice.

Giggling, you smile at him before going along with the joke. "Oh wow? My own private concert? Right here? Right now? With the only relevant person in my life? How could I even think about passing that up!?"

Jisung snorts before handing you the wireless speaker, allowing you to connect your phone to it. The first song you play is "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore for the sole being of it being that song.

"Paramore?" Jisung asks, a bit confused on why you chose this song out of all things to play.

You smile at him before placing the speaker on the ground. Taking both his hands you say, "Jisung. It's fucking Paramore! Do you not remember this song? This is the one we used to blast on my speakers in my bedroom whenever we had a good day. I miss that. Now c'mon! Dance with me!" You giggle, dragging him away from the speaker and to an emptier spot in the parking lot. And so he does. It's not any choreography or anything, it's just you two jumping around on a rooftop to one of your feel good songs. A carefree moment to be exact, where it feels like nothing really matters anymore.

Jisung smiles, backing away from you to watch as you jammed your heart out. If anything, he would give everything just for you to have this moment forever. He knows how stressful life can be, not to mention how hard you worked just to barely make it into your dream school. He also knows how hard it is to feel alone, so he really isn't surprised that your chose thing song because it was your song. Jisung knows a lot more than you could ever know, so if it means he only has one night left to give you everything, then so be it.

Before you know it you watch as he runs towards you, engulfing you in a hug. Shocked, you try your best to look up towards the boy who had you in his arms. If you weren't this close to him you probably wouldn't have noticed the slight glossy look over his eyes, deciding not to touch on it for now and just accept the hug as the song fades into background noise.

"You're leaving tomorrow." Jisung whispers, before pulling apart from the hug, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You're leaving, tomorrow." He states once more this time, more softly while looking at you in the eyes. "You're gonna go off to some college and find a new, maybe get a new boyfriend, and even get a life of your own."

"You know I'll never replace you." You respond back, voice barely above a whisper. You were looking at the cement on the ground or the buildings that were only light being lit up by the various lights around or the night sky, which you definitely haven't seen in a while. You were looking anywhere, everywhere that wasn't your best friend, because you knew for a fact if you looked at him in this moment you would cry.

"But hey," You say speaking up, finally getting the courage to look him in the eye. "That all starts tomorrow. I'm still here right? We still have what? Like twelve hours? So let's make the most of it while we still can, okay?"

Jisung looks down at you before giving you a sad smile. "Actually it's seventeen hours." He sniffs, letting out a light laugh.

"Okay? So? I've got seventeen hours to spare, do you have seventeen hours to spare?" You ask, teasingly.

"You can have all my time in the world, y/n." Jisung replies, pulling you back into the hug.

"Glad to know." You giggle. "Because I'm willing to give you all of mine."

Soon enough the song ends and you hear the beginning of Fallingforyou by The 1975 start to play.

"Hey," Jisung whispers. "I- Uhm. You know this song reminds me of you?" He says.

"It's does?" You ask, voice muffled due to the fact you were speaking into his chest. "Why?"

"Oh god." He starts. "You can't make fun of me for this though." He says pulling away from the hug.

"I won't. I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

"Okay well.." He starts, walking away from you. "Here goes nothing.." There's hesitation in his voice and you can't tell if it's because what he was going to say would hurt you or if he just never planned on telling you. It's silent for a few seconds before he breathes in and let's out a sigh.

"I used to like you, y'know."

Though this is just the start of his sentence you wonder why it already began to hurt. Perhaps it could be because he started his thought off with 'I used to like you.' Used to, meaning not anymore.

"Back in the beginning of Sophomore year, when I saw that you started dating Na Jaemin I realized how much I liked you. And when I saw how much you were with him and how much fun you were having with him I couldn't help but wish that were me.. I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if I figured out my feelings before you got with him. And even after you two broke up, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I just confessed to you, out of the blue."

"Is that so?" You ask, walking towards the boy who was now seated on the hood of his car.

"Yeah." He whispers, looking down so he didn't have to face you.

"Well, then I have a confession to make." You state, hoping onto the empty space next to him to take a seat. "I used to like you to."

"You did?"

"I did." You hesitantly state.

"Oh.." He whispers. "How long ago?"

"A while ago." You say softly. "I never wanted to risk anything because I didn't want it to affect our friendship. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if we ended up breaking up on a bad note. I didn't want to risk losing my best friend."

"Oh." He sighs.

"What do you think would've happened if we dated?" You ask.

"I dunno actually. I mean, I don't think much would really change.. We're already pretty close, and we basically act like a couple anyways. Just look at us right now." Jisung responds.

You didn't realize it but currently you were snuggled up against his side, with his arm wrapped around you. If Jisung didn't point it you probably wouldn't have noticed. "We do everything together, and we always bring each other gifts. We even went to prom together, remember?"

"Well yeah.. as friends."

"That's besides the point. I'm talking about how people see us y/n. Go ask anyone, Donghyuck thought we were dating."

"He doesn't count. Donghyuck thinks everyone is dating." You snort.

"Okay, then ask Renjun. The reason why he told me you jumped that fence was because he thought that Johnny was gonna steal you from me."

"He did?"

"Yeah. His exact words were 'You're girlfriend just jumped a fence to hang out with J. Suh and them. I'd be careful if I were you, Johnny's known to steal each other's girls.' You should've seen how confused I was and how awkward it was to explain to him that we weren't a couple." Jisung laughs. "He was so confused."

"He thought we were dating?"

"Yeah."

"Jisung." You state, looking up at him. "This is my last night here. And before you tell me to shut up and enjoy the moment I want to tell you one thing, okay? It's really really important to me and I feel like if I don't tell you this right now, I may never will."

"Geez, you're dramatic." He jokes. "What's so important anyways?"

"I still like you."

"Oh.." He whispers. "Oh? Wai-Wait. You still like me?"

You nod.

"Like.. like-like?"

"Yes, like like-like." You chuckle.

"O-Oh.."

There's a moment of silence before anyone says anything else. The only things making noise are the sound of distant cars that you hear drive by, along with the wind as it decides to pick up a slight breeze. Your phone is still playing music but you can barely hear it over your light breathing, which to you, sounds like the loudest thing on world. Your head is occupied with thoughts on why you decided to confess right now and Jisung is left trying to process what you just told him. It only lasts for a few seconds, a minute at most, but it feels like an eternity.

"Hey y/n?" He says softly. You snap your head up, looking towards him. Half of you is ready to hear whatever he has to say while the other half of you is worried that you just ruined everything with four little words. "Yeah?" You ask as your voice cracks a little.

"I still like you too."

"You do?"

"I do."

"So the question becomes, what are we?" You whisper, looking back down at the ground. "I leave tomorrow."

"That doesn't mean anything.." Jisung mumbles.

"What are you talking about? Yes it does. It means everything."

"No, it doesn't." He states, jumping off of his car hood to stand in front of you. "Think about it, you leave tomorrow right?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, like you said. You're still with me right now and we've still got-" He stops, taking a second to glance at his phone to check the time. "About sixteen and a half hours to spare.. So, why not make the most of it?"

"What are you implying?"

He sighs, taking a step closer to you to grab both your hands and pull you off his car hood himself. "Will you, y/n l/n, be my girlfriend? Even if it is, just for tonight?"

You squeeze his hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you want to say yes, this is one of the moments you've been waiting for! Something you never expected to happen! So why were you feeling so unsure?

Maybe it's because you knew this wouldn't last forever, or maybe it's because it was your best friend. Either way, each option had it's pros and cons. You just couldn't figure out which ones outweighed the other.

If you say yes, then you would've got to experience your long term crush being your boyfriend. But it also meant it would end in less than 24 hours, and what if you didn't want that? Sure long distance is an option, but would you be able to do it?

If you say no.. Then what would happen? Would tonight just end up awkward? You didn't want to pine after some boy for so long, and you sure didn't want Jisung to feel embarrassed, especially since both of you just confessed to each other.

So what do you say? You don't have all the time in the world to pick an answer.

"If I were to say yes.." You say, speaking up. "Do you promise nothing will change between us afterwards? Will we still be friends after that?"

"We can be friends." He says. "Or we can be more than friends. We can be whatever you want. I just want you to be happy."

You sigh, letting go of his hands, only taking a second to look at him.

"What?" He asks, moving to get closer to you.

"Nothing." You sigh. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About.. us.. You know.. What are we going to do once the sun comes up?"

"Cry and then kiss some more?" He jokes, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"Sungie.. I'm being serious. What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, y/n. If I'm going to be honest I don't want to think about it either.. I didn't think that far ahead!"

"I know you didn't but we have to talk about it. It's bound to happen."

"What is?"

"Us.. breaking up.."

"You didn't even accept my offer and you're already thinking about us breaking up?" He asks. In his head it sounded okay, but by the look on your face he can tell it came off differently.

"What?" You ask.

"We could always do long distance y'know.."

"Sungie. Look at me." You sigh, looking at him in the eyes. "I'm moving across country and you're staying here, without me. What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't think anything was going to happen! I just wanted to spend one night with you as my girlfriend!" He yells, and you take a step back at the sudden volume change.

"You expected me to say yes?"

"No! Of course not! I didn't even plan any of this! I prepared for the worst, but then you brought up the whole liking thing and it just.. I don't know?! Gave me hope?"

"I don't know.. what'll happen when the sun comes up, y/n. I don't know what'll happen at all. I just want you to be happy.. and if that means we have to finish this night as just friends, then I'll be okay with that. We can pretend like nothing happened and we can just go on-"

"What if I don't wanna pretend like nothing happened?" You ask, cutting him off.

"What if.. I wanna say yes, but I'm just too scared to?"

"Why would you be scared?" He asks.

"Because.. if I do.. and this happens to be the best night of my life.. I don't want it to end."

"The answer I want to give you is, 'it doesn't have to end.' but that would just be a broken promise on my part." He sighs, giving you a sad smile. "But the answer I will give you is, we can make the most of it, but that's only up to you. So I'm asking you again, y/n l/n. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." You sigh, nodding your head reluctantly.

He pulls you into a hug and even though it's just a hug, it's one of the best hugs you've ever experienced. It's more on the comforting side, which would explain why you felt warm and at home. But it different from the hugs you've shared before.

"So where are we off to now?" You ask, ready to officially start tonights adventure. It comes out more muffled due to the fact that you're still holding each other.

"You're so eager." Jisung pouts. "Can't we just stay like this for a while?"

"I suppose so.. It's nice."

─ 3:06am;

The third stop of the night is diner just a couple minutes away from your high school. It's open 24hours meaning you'd see students come here after dances and school events, two of them being you two. One of the convenient things about this place was that it also had a small arcade connected to it. Maybe it was just a marketing strategy, but it worked so this is where you spent the majority of your free time.

"Hungry?" He asks, pulling up in the parking spot in front of the entrance door.

"Why are we here?" You ask, glancing over at the radio to check the time. "It's three am.."

"So?" He asks. "Let me take you on a date. We can even share a milkshake if you'd like." He teases.

"How romantic." You snort.

"Y/n!! I'm being serious!" He whines. "Do you know how badly I've wanted to take you on a date here?"

"Well.. Technically we have gone on one, multiple to be exact." You claim.

"Oh yeah? Name them."

"Our study sessions for SAT's?"

"I meant a proper date! You call suffering together while we complain about the future a proper date?!" He exclaims.

"Okay then how about all the times we came here after a dance or sport event hmm?" You ask.

"Those don't count! We went as friends!"

"I like to count them as dates.." You admit. "After all, they're the best ones I've been on."

"Oh really?" He asks. "Better than the ones that Na Jaemin has taken you on?"

"Uh, yeah? Of course?"

"Take that Jaemin!" He exclaims, causing you to giggle.

"What's your deal with him anyways?" You ask, curious on what he has to say.

"Well.. he's the person I'm competing with, right? For best boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes. "It's not a competition. Besides, if it was, then you'd automatically win." You tease. "So are we going on a date or what?"

Jisung giggles. "Yeah. Let's go."

The diner is empty. There isn't anyone but a lone police officer, drinking a cup of what you assumed to be coffee; two girls who happen to look like they're on a date, and another boy, who seemed to be around you and Jisung's age, working on paper of some sort.

Taking your seat in a familiar spot you look past Jisung (who was seated in front of you) and out the window behind him. You still have a few more hours until the sun comes up, but seeing the moon slowly make it's way down hurts just a bit.

"Hey." Jisung says, drawing your attention back at him. "You zoned out a bit there, you're not falling asleep on me are you?" He teases.

"Pffft! You wish!" You say a little bit too loudly, earning a glare from the cop seated a few booths away from you.

"So about that milkshake.." You trail off. "What flavor did you get?"

"Strawberry."

You scrunch your nose at his answer. "Why?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "It's pink, I thought it'd be romantic."

"You're cute."

"I know."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I'll take it as one."

"I- Nevermind."

"Whaaat?"

"You're lucky you're cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

You scoff at him. "Of course I do."

"Ah, okay. Cause I think I'm cute too." He snickers.

"Hey!" You gasp, earning a light laugh from him.

"It's okay I think you're cute too." He says scrunching his nose.

You stick your tongue out at him, looking away to fake being upset.

"Ah boo hoo. Don't be like that."

You're just about to argue back when the waitress who took your order earlier places down the milkshake that Jisung ordered in the middle of you two. She also drops two straws on the table along with it. Both of you thank her and after she leaves you decide to ask Jisung a question.

"Hey Sungie?" You ask, ripping off the paper wrapping to your straw. "Why this place?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

With a smile, you shake your head no at his response and he lets out a sigh.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah!" You nod. "Why?:

"This is where I realized that I was in love with you."

It takes a second for you to process what he had just said. It doesn't hit you right away but the more that you think about it, the more you realize what he meant.

"O-Oh.. Here?" You ask, as if you were unsure of where you were.

He nods in response and watches as you try to put together the pieces of how he figured out he loved you.

"Why?" You ask. "It's not like we've done anything special here. The most we've done is come here after prom.. and the rest of the dances I guess, but prom is the only one that I can really think about."

He giggles. "It doesn't have to be a big event for it to mean something y'know. I realized I was in love with you the summer going into sophomore year. You remember how we came here that night? After I so happened to convince you to sneak out and come to the movies with me?"

"Duh!" You exclaim. "How can I ever forget that?! I had to climb out my fucking window for you, do you know how scary that was? And we had to walk all the way there because neither of us could drive yet!"

"Hey in my defense I said that Johnny could've driven us. You just didn't wanna get caught!"

You roll your eyes at him. "No. That is not why, and hey! Don't try to make this conversation about me! You're the one who's supposed to be explaining stuff right now!"

"Damn." He scoffs. "Ya caught me. Well, anyways, before I was rudely interrupted-"

"You're the one who asked me a question!" You defend.

Ignoring you, he continues. "You remember how we were sitting in this spot, complaining about sophomore year before it even started?"

You nod.

"Well you were going off on some kind of rant- I don't even remember what it was about- but you just kept talking and you didn't seem to notice that I wasn't listening because I was too busy admiring how you looked. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night, and both of us were very much sleep deprived but for some reason, it just hit me. I don't remember what it was about you, but it was that moment when I realized 'oh my god. this is what it's like to be in love.' y'know? Like you're finally realizing what it's like to be in love with someone, rather than just loving someone. Do you get what I mean?"

You shake your head no.

"Oh c'mon!" He whines. "I can't be the only one who knows what I'm talking about! It's like finally realizing what all the love songs are about, it's just like.. some kind of feeling! And it was just different how I felt from you, being my best friend, and you, being the person I had a crush on. I don't know how to explain it.. but it was just.. amazing."

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Is that so? Well.. then maybe I do know what you're talking about."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You just did it."

"Wha- huh?! What did I do?"

"You're cute." You giggle.

"You weren't listening, huh?" He says, smiling.

"Nope! Not at all."

"So you do know what I'm talking about then?"

"Of course I do."

"You're so cute." He giggles.

"I know." You respond.

"I'm glad we agree."

─ 5:22am;

The last stop of the night is some place familiar. You didn't expect this location as much as you did others, so when Jisung decided to park here you didn't know what else to say.

"We're at.. your place?"

"Yeah." He nods, walking towards the gate that lead to his backyard.

"We're not going inside?" You ask, confused on where you were going.

"Pffft. Inside? Why would we go in there? Now c'mon, let's go."

Following Jisung into his backyard is nice. You see a lot of roses and plants that hug the side of his house. As you continue to walk you get various memories from when you two would hang out back here, before you got bored and decided that there was more to the world than Jisung's backyard.

"Okay. Do you want to go first? Or do you want me to?" He asks once you reach a ladder that lead to the roof of his house.

"You chose a ladder?" You whine. "Why didn't we just climb out one of your windows or something?"

"Because y/n!" He teases. "Where's the fun in that? Besides we've already done that before, why not do something different tonight?"

"You mean climb a ladder to sit on your roof instead of climbing out your bedroom window like we normally do?"

"See you do get me! That's exactly what I'm saying." He exclaims. "Now c'mon, up we go!" He smiles.

It's nicer than you expected. You don't know how or when he did it but he already had not one, but two blankets prepared. You assumed he put it here before he left to pick you up or he just asked one of your friends to leave them here. Judging by the fact that they didn't feel freezing cold, and that the ladder was already propped up to the side of his house when you got here, you assumed he asked Renjun or Jeno to leave them here.

"So.." You start.

"Please don't ask why I chose my own house." He jokes.

"Okay well first of all, I wasn't." You defend. "I was gonna ask what are we doing on your roof at five in the morning, but now that you mention it.. Why did you choose your house? We could've gone to so many other places."

He gives you a confused look, allowing you to ask, "What?"

"Please tell me the second question was a joke." He sighs.

You give him a smile and he pats the empty spot next to him, signaling for you to take a seat.

"Okay y/n, since you wanna know so badly, I'll tell you, yeah?" He asks, clearly annoyed at the fact that he chose his own house for gods sake.

You giggle. "You don't have to answer it you know. I know why."

"Okay, then I'll ask you. Why?"

"Because," You tease in a sing-songy voice. "Where else would we have gone? Technically, we started tonight at my place so why not end it with yours? We've spent a significant amount of time together, right?" You ask and he gives you a nod in return.

"Exactly. So it would just make sense that we have two halves of one whole, right? You pick out the places, and I bring back the memories. Right?" You explain.

"Congratulations. You've figured it out."

"Of course?" You giggle.

"Do you wanna know why we're up here though?" He asks.

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"It's because we can see the sunrise better from here. Yeah we used to just sit on the roof and talk in the middle of the day, or we'd watch the sun set, but we've never really watched it rise together before, y'know?"

"Really?" You ask. "Are you sure about that? We've pulled all nighters together before!"

"Yeah but one of us is either half asleep or just not paying attention."

"Hmm. I guess you're right about that." You hum.

"Do you promise we'll get a pretty sunrise?" You ask.

"Christ y/n. I don't control the weather! Who do I look like, mother nature?"

"Hey, mother nature is badass!" You scold. "She could literally end everything right here, right now."

"I suppose so." He hums, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him. You rest your head against him and for a while you two just sit there in silence, no words just being said. Just the sounds of your breathing plus some birds chirping due to the current time. It's nice and comfortable. It feels like home.

You feel yourself about to start falling asleep when Jisung starts talking.

"I'm really gonna miss you.. y'know." He sighs, turning his head to look at you. If he didn't know you any better he'd think you actually fell asleep, it's only the sound of you humming the word "yeah?" that informs him you're still awake.

"What's the thing you're gonna miss most about me?" You ask.

"You expect me to chose one?" He asks, only earning another hum in response.

"Okay.. Well.. For starters, I'm going to miss seeing you everyday. I'm gonna miss not being able to text my best friend 'hey let's hangout today' and then just sitting in my room playing Mario Kart with you for the next three hours. I'm gonna miss your little roasts that you'd pull on me whenever I do anything stupid. I'm gonna miss our boba runs we used to have each week. I'm gonna miss causing chaos on the rest of our friends because how else are they going to prepare for trouble if there isn't two of us? There's so many things that I'm gonna miss about you that I could just go on and on about but we don't have enough time for that." He sighs.

"Really.. I'm just gonna miss you."

A second passes before Jisung decides to speak up again. "Are you gonna miss me too?"

"That's a silly question." You sigh. "Of course I am dummy. You expect me to not miss you? What am I gonna do without my partner in crime? My best friend and technically my boyfriend? You expect me to move across country and not miss you at all? Are you insane?!"

"Only a little." He jokes, earning a light punch from you.

"If I could take you with me I would."

"So why don't you?"

"Where are you gonna live? My fucking closet? I can't let you do that, you'll get too cramped in there." You joke.

"I guess.." He pouts.

"So.. What's gonna happen.. between us?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're watching the sun rise, aren't we?"

"I guess.. I just didn't expect it to fly by that fast.." You mumble.

Another moment of comfortable silence passes before either of you say anything. This one lasts for about ten minutes, fifteen at most, with the only sounds being your shallow breathing catching your attention. It's comforting, just being like this. Laying on Jisung's side while having his arm wrapped around you and a blanket hugging you both. The wind picks up a breeze every now and then making you shiver a bit due to the lack of warmth but that only makes you snuggle closer to Jisung in hopes of stealing his body heat.

"Thank you.. for tonight." You whisper. "It's all I could've asked for."

"I'm really glad you liked it. I'm just happy I got to spent time with you before you left." He chuckles.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah?"

"So much."

The sunrise is pretty. It's one of the best ones you've seen in your entire life. It consisted of pinks, and yellows, and a little bit of purple. Though there were wispy clouds in it, it was like the earth was telling you it's okay to move on and go. Some may say it would be a perfect way to end a beautiful night, or in your case, the perfect way to say goodbye.

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We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 2

OC X Lee Bodecker

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Warnings- a little angst and cursing.

Plot- The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we?

Word count : 2,705

MINORS DNI! THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY GET 18+. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR YOU BEING STUPID. THANKS.

CHAPTER ONE IS PINNED ON MY PROFILE!

Sunday morning.

Slowly, I woke from my slumber hoping that I slept through church. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming towards my door tells me differently. Knocking at the door, I hear a quiet voice come through the crack of my door.

“Maggy, are you up? Mamas goin have a fit if you aint up for church.”

That's my brother John, he is always there to wake me up on sundays. He enjoys going to church. I’m not really into it, i usually try to go back to sleep but my parents barely ever let me sleep through church, small town equals gossip. No matter what you do, someone is always talking about you. Sat the wrong way? Gossiped about. Sneezed during church? Gossiped about. Literally anything you do is talked about among the town residents. I was the talk of the town when I was in high school, everyone knew I was sneakin around with Arvin. No one liked it obviously, bein called every name in the book. I didn't care clearly, it didn't bother me or Arvin.

I groan and slowly get out of bed, stretching and looking out of my window. It's a beautiful sunny day in Knockemstiff, I never thought I would ever describe this run down town like that, it's quite beautiful here though. Open fields for miles, I could see why no one would want to leave. I mean in old age, you could just do anything with your land and live off it.

Getting up, I feel my feet hit the cold wood floor of my room. Everyday, I hope I don't get a splinter from the floor so I wear slippers throughout the house. I head to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and almost out of the bun that I had it in the night before, my eyebrows are out of place and the bags underneath my eyes are prominent. I sigh and splash some cold water on my warm face. I grab my toothbrush and go for it, spitting out the toothpaste and flashing my teeth in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss a spot.

I heard my parents and brother moving around pretty quickly so I looked at the clock near my bed. It's 9:30 am, church starts in about 20 minutes and it takes 10 to get there. Quickly, I put my hair in a low bun, slapped on some powder and a plain lip color, a rose color to compliment my fair skin. Hopping around, I grab a plain flowy blue dress that goes up to about the middle of my thigh and a pair of white keds, quick and simple.

I step out of my room and grab my clutch so I have something to hold while in church, I usually can't keep my hands still. I shut the door behind me and head out to the living room to see everyone quickly eating some toast off their plates in the kitchen, I hop over and steal a piece of toast and bacon off Johns plate and then we are out the door.

Hopping in my dads truck, the ride there is quiet. We don't talk much in my family, only at dinner once and a while and sometimes when my father drinks. Which is only when he is done work on Fridays. I make sure I'm out of the house on fridays, he never stops talking when he is drinking. My parents and I have never been that close really, kind of an unspoken family thing. Mother stays quiet and does her motherly duties as us women are expected to do once we pop out a few puppies. I refuse to be like that.

The ride to church is scenic,open fields for miles and so many animals to look at. I enjoy the breeze coming through my hair but I just wish it was from me driving my car out somewhere I have never been. Like maybe California, it's probably beautiful. I have never been to a beach, as a matter of fact I've never been out of Knockemstiff before. I envy everyone who leaves this place and never comes back. As soon as I can get out of here, I will. I swear on everything I love.

The car stops and I get out, my feet hitting the dirt road below me. My keds are gonna need a cleaning after this. Stepping around the car, I separate from my family and hop around the back of the church to smoke a quick cig before I go through the church doors to act like I'm holy for 2 hours.

Stepping to the left side of the church, I put my clutch on a bush and grabbed a cigarette from the pack stuffed in my bag. Quickly I light it and suck on it as quickly as I possibly can to just get a moment to myself. Looking out into the distance, I always forget that the cemetery is this close to the church. Graves for as far as the eyes can see. That distracted me to the point where I forgot how quick I was smoking and ended up inhaling too much smoke at one time, leading me to cough quite loud. I throw the cigarette on the floor below my foot and crush it quickly.

I hear an oh so familiar voice in the distance as I finish my coughing fit.

“ Ms. Lane, what a pleasure to see you on this fine sunday.” He says, walking towards me with his fingers hooked around the belt loops of his pants.

Same uniform everyday, never fails.

“Say, what are you doin here behind the church all by your lonesome? “ Lee says as he stands next to me, I can smell the tobacco and mint on him the same as I did last night. I look over at Lee with an exhausted look on my face from the coughing fit I just had.

Lee looks down at the ground and a grin forms on his face, sneaky bastard never misses a beat.

“Ms.Lane-” Lee begins to say and I stop him

“Please, for the love of christ call me Maggy. I am not 16 anymore, Lee.” You say as you start to walk past him. He grabs your arm and stops you.

“Maggy Lane, just know I know about your little reputation.” Lee says as he still has you by the arm, kind of digging his nails into your soft skin as you try to pull away a bit.

“As a matter of fact, I was there when you began your little shenanigans. Be careful of how you talk to your sheriff, little lady.” You look at him in disgust as he tries to intimidate you.

“ Also, I told you those cigarettes was bad news, you're lucky I don't stop on over and talk to your pop about your little habit.” Lee says with a smirk on his face. You finally wiggle out of his grip, your arm dropping to your side with crescent shaped marks on your arm. You rub the spots where Lee's fingers were just digging into your upper arm.

Looking up at him, he tips his hat at you and starts to walk away. You spit on the ground near his feet and he turns around on his feet, quick.

“ I hope you know you're a prick, Bodecker.” You spit out at him.

Immediately, you are backed up against the wood boards of the church, both of Lee's arms on either side of your head. Your heart is racing and your breath is hitching. You're frozen.

“Listen to me, you little bitch.” Lee inches closer to your face, your noses almost touching. You turn your head to the side hoping that he won't really notice but he grabs your face and holds it so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

“Your little mouth will get you in trouble, especially with me.” Your breath hitches as he gets closer. Your heart could explode. You were terrified.

“ Lee, church is starting. We better get in there before we miss anything” A voice in the distance yells.

Instantly, Lee lets you go and strides back to the unknown voice.

You stand there with a shocked look on your face, as if you had just seen the devil up close. You were frozen in your current position but as soon as people started going in the building you sank to your feet and sat there for a minute breathing heavily. You fixed yourself up and stood outside the door of the old church, taking a deep breath before going in and finding your seat next to your family.

Church dragged on and on, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A screaming preacher, so many people in such a small space. Half way through, I got up to go to the bathroom and caught Lee staring at me and he gave me a small smirk. Creep.

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. It's still slightly red from where Lee had his disgusting hand around my chin. I pushed on the spot and it felt like it was going to bruise.

“ Fuck” I whispered to myself as I turned my head side to side to look at the red around my lips and on my chin. This is for sure going to bruise.

I splash some water on my face to refresh myself and then I step out of the bathroom to bump into something in front of me.

“Shit, I am so sorry” You say as you back up into the oak door and look at the person in front of you.

“ Oh, no worries hun.” the woman in front of you says.

You look at her quickly as you step aside, sticking out your hand and you say “I don't think I have met you before, I’m Maggy Lane.”

She sticks out her hand and shakes yours firmly, she is a very pretty woman with short brown curly hair.

Thin and very well put together, can't be more than 25 years old.

“ It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ruth Har- I mean Bodecker.” She says smiling as she pulls her hand back from the handshake and puts it back on her clutch bag.

“You the sheriff's wife?” you say as you cock your head to the side questioningly.

“Yes, I am.” she smiles, “ We've been married now for about a year, a very fine man he is.” She says as she steps aside to talk to you for a minute before she steps into the bathroom.

You were shocked, Lee actually was married? He was such an asshole, you didn't think anyone would want him. As you had said the previous night, you would tell his wife if he had called you another pet name but she looks so sweet. He doesn't deserve her. You had just said that assumin he even had a woman at home.

“ Thats nice, say you ain't from around here, are ya?” You say in a little southern drawl, she aint from these parts. You can tell by the way she says certain words.

“ No darlin, i'm from Tennessee.” she smiled “Met Lee out there while I was workin in a bar.” she blushed a bit.

“ Huh, well look at that.” you say as you cross your arms and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. “ Lee does get out of town then.”

She chuckles and you look at the time, church is going to be over soon.

“ Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mrs.Bodecker.” You say as you turn your back and start walking towards the stairs to go back to the chapel area.

“ You too, darlin.” She says waving at you.

“ See you around” You say as you head back up the stairs.

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 7

Chapter SEVEN

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Phoenix’s morning was easy. She woke up feeling refreshed and started her day with morning yoga on her balcony. She sat out there when she was done just taking in the stillness of the late morning. It had been awhile since she actually woke up before 1pm. As she sat outside, her mind trailed off into last night’s events. She realized just how much she enjoyed learning something new about Erik. She almost thought that she was crazy for being so understanding of his actions. But she knew that sometimes people are given the short end of the stick and have to make decisions differently. She didn’t fault him for what he’s done. She meant what she said about believing he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her and she still liked him… maybe even more now. He trusted her and that alone let her know that the feeling was mutual.

Her show was tonight and he promised to be there. That has to be like a huge step or something. Phoenix never invited a guy to her shows. Not even her sorry ass ex. He had never been to an event she was a part of. When it came to her work, she was serious and never wanted any distractions and niggas were distractions. But Erik didn’t feel like a distraction. Thanks to him, she has been making amazing music. He felt like motivation, inspiration and Phoenix was grateful. Even if things didn’t go how she hoped, without even knowing it, he has already made a mark on her life.

Phoenix enjoyed her moment of peace but it was time to go back inside. She had a few errands to run before her show tonight. She sat on her bed, picking up her phone. This was the first time she’s looked at it since waking up. Phoenix tried to stay off her phone until she accomplished her morning routine of yoga, reading or journaling. (Whenever she did actually get up in the morning) She had a few messages from Alyssa. The usual schedule of to-do’s before a show. She also had a few notifications of emails and social media bs. Stuff that wasn’t important to her. She opened her text thread with Erik.

Phoenix: Hey, good morning Stevens. My show tonight is at Club X, 10-2. You better still be coming or that’s your ass. 😊😊

Now that that is done, a hot shower was calling her name. Phoenix wrapped her hair as best as she could and put on her scarf. This would be the last day with straight hair. She missed her curls.

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Erik was on his way back home when he got a text from Phoenix. He had a late start to his morning, but still got in a good five mile run and stopped to get food at a juice bar. As he traveled through some lite traffic, he checked his text.

Baby Girl: Hey, good morning Stevens. My show tonight is at Club X, 10-2. You better still be coming or that’s your ass. 😊😊

Erik rolled his eyes at the fact that she had to ‘make sure’ he was still coming. He never broke promises. Sure, she wasn’t aware of that yet but she would have to get to know that about him. Erik’s actions always matched his words.

Erik: Good morning, baby girl. Hell has frozen over for you to be up this early. I told you I’ll be there so I’ll be there. That lil threat was cute though.

He laughed at himself and continued his route home.

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Time was winding down and it was almost time for Phoenix to head out to the club for her show. Her playlist was blasting through her apartment as she got ready. She laid out a few outfit choices on her bed. As she stood over her bed debating, she hears a knock at the door. Confused because she wasn’t expecting anyone, she storms to the door standing on her tippy toes to look through the peephole. “Shit!” It was Erik. She had completely forgotten about their text conversation from earlier.

Phoenix: I kinda hate that I have to get there a little earlier to set up. I don’t be wanting to drive. I might Uber.

Erik: I understand but yo’ ass aint Ubering nowhere.

Phoenix: I don’t wanna drive. How am I gonna get there?

Erik: I’ll take you.

Phoenix: No. You don’t have to do that.

Erik: hm, I don’t remember asking you if I HAD to do it. Did I ask you that Phoenix?

Phoenix: 🙄 no.

Erik: Alright then. What time you need to be there?

Phoenix: 9:00.

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She opened the door to find him standing there dressed for the night with his locs braided back. “Hey, E.” she smiled, leaning on the door.

“Wassup.” He walks in. Phoenix closes the door.

“You came at the right time because I’m struggling to pick an outfit. C’mon”

She takes his hand, leading him to her bedroom. Erik had imagined this happening but Phoenix was wearing a lot less in his fantasy. They stopped inches from her bed and she let his hand go, motioning to her options that were laid out. “Which one?” she asked.

Erik crossed his arms over his chest and bites his lip in thought. To the left she has ripped denim jeans and a baby blue, lace bodysuit and the right, she has an all black legging and tube top set. “What shoes are you wearing?” he finally asks.

Phoenix goes into her closet, grabbing her Doc Martin boots. She just holds them out of the closet door. “These!” He comes over to where she is, taking the boots from her. He notices a reflective jacket she has hanging up. Phoenix is still looking at her shoes to see if she has other options. Erik grabs the jacket.

“Aye,” she turns around to him. “Add this jacket and wear the all black fit.”

“I like that.” She takes the jacket and boots from to set them up with the black set she has on the bed. Nodding in approval. She turns and smiles at Erik. “Thanks.”

“Now get dressed.” he says walking out and closing her bedroom door behind him. He waits on the couch, strolling through social media on his phone. After about 15 minutes, she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom. She applies mascara and lipgloss. She wasn’t really feeling makeup at all tonight. She takes off her scarf, unwrapping her hair. She combs it down with a middle part and pushes her hair behind her ears. She joins Erik in the living room. She stands in front of him, holding her arms out. “How do I look?”

His eyes scanned over her figure and he notices parts of a tattoo peeking from under her tube top. Phoenix had an underboob tattoo that resembles Rihanna’s and Erik was curious now as to what the tattoo was. Did she have more? He has seen her in crop tops before. Why hasn’t he noticed it before? Then again, his main focus is usually looking at her ass. “You look good, girl. But something is missing.”

Phoenix looked confused. “What?”

Erik stands, reaching behind his neck and taking off one of the two chains he was wearing.

“Erik…” she whines.

“Girl, hush and move your hair.” She does what he says, allowing him to put the chain on her. He steps back, smiling at her finished look. “Looks good on you.” he says. She tries to hide her blushing face with her hands. She grabs her backpack with her laptop and her signature blue beat headphones from the kitchen counter, putting them in her bag. He takes the backpack from her, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks. She simply nods and they head out the door.

Phoenix locks her door. She and Erik start their short journey to the elevator. She pushes the call button and not long after, the doors open. Sydney is already in the cabin. This is the first time Erik had seen her since he’d texted her about not being interested. Phoenix had seen her in passing and they continued sharing their ‘hi’ and ‘byes’ but judging from Sydney’s face as the two of them stepped onto the elevator, she was curious as to why they were together when Erik didn’t live on the 7th floor.

“Hey Philly.” she said looking at Phoenix with piercing eyes.

“Hey, Syd.” she responded with a small smile and a wave.

“Erik…”

“Wassup, Sydney.”

“What are y’all up to?” she was more so asking Erik. He looked at Phoenix.

“Erik’s taking me to my show tonight.”

“Oh, yeah. I did see that on your Instagram. At ‘X’ right?”

“Mhm.”

Sydney stares at Erik. “That’s so nice of you Erik… to take her.”

“I’m a nice guy. What can I say?”

“Yeah you are.”

Erik and Phoenix could sense the sarcasm in her words. Phoenix tried to ignore her but she knew Sydney very clearly felt a way that Erik was with her. She took a deep breath to push down her frustrations. As the cabin came to a stop, Phoenix slipped her hand into Eriks, interlocking their fingers and started exiting the elevator, dragging him along with her. She knew Sydney would notice and that it would piss her off even more than she was. Phoenix hated when people were passive aggressive instead of just saying what’s on their mind. Sydney wasn’t happy that Erik was hanging with Phoenix and it was obvious. She wanted him but he didn’t want her. She could just get over it, right? She had men throwing themselves at her. It was so easy for her to move on to the next. Phoenix didn’t think she was someone that Sydney could feel intimidated by but tonight, she figured out that she was wrong.

As they walked out into the parking garage, Erik unlocked his doors, causing his car lights to flash and Phoenix lead them right over to his car. Ironically, Sydney’s car was parked nearby. Great! Phoenix thought. As Erik opened the passenger door for her, she let go of his hand and placed her hand on the side of her face, leaning up and kissing him. Erik was taken aback by this but kissed her back. She pulled back and looked passed his shoulder to see Sydney looking at them with disgust and jealousy in her eyes as she got into her own car. Erik blinks a few times to pull himself back into reality. He opened his mouth to say something but Phoenix cut him off. “Get in the car.” she whispered to him. She sat down in the car and he closed her door and walked around letting himself in. He starts the car but sits back and looks at Phoenix. She puts on her seatbelt and sits back, looking forward.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?”

“What?” she asks as if she doesn’t know what he’s referring to.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure you enjoyed it so let’s leave it at that. There’s nothing to discuss here.”

“I definitely enjoyed it.” he said to himself, knowing she heard him too. Without another word, he pulls out of the parking garage and head to the club. The ride was smooth as they listened to music. Phoenix sat there, bobbing her head to the music and texting her friends in the group chat about what they’ll be arriving at the club.

When they pulled up to the club, valet took Erik’s car, parking it and the two of them made their way in. As she walks through the club toward the DJ booth, she runs into Shawn. He was doing his job as the top promoter, making sure everything was set up right. “Blue, wassup girl?” he says hugging her. He looks up to see Erik behind her. “Yo, E! What the fuck are you doing here?” he greets his friend. Erik motions to Phoenix, who is completely thrown at moment, “I’m with her.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows, “You with her? Like with her, with her?”

Erik smirks at her, “Something like that.”

He and Shawn share a look before a huge smile creeps up on Shawn’s face. He daps Erik’s hand, “I see you my nigga.” He looks back toward Phoenix. “C’mon Blue. Let’s get you set up.” He takes them up into the DJ booth. Erik gives Phoenix her backpack so she can begin her set up. Shawn and Erik talk amongst themselves as she does so. As she is finishing up, Shawn pats Erik on the shoulder, “Aye man, y’all need anything, let me know. I got you.”

“Will do.”

Shawn goes off to finish his duties of the night before the club goers start showing up. Phoenix starts with her pre-show playlist to make sure everything is sounding right. The music flows through the speakers of the club and she’s satisfied. She lets the playlist play and motions for Erik to come to her.

“So…” she leans back on the turntables, “You and Shawn know each other.”

“Yeah, that’s the bro. We go way back.”

“Wow. wasn’t expecting that one.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting some things too.”

Her cheeks become hot, knowing what he’s referring to and she playfully rolled her eyes and turn toward the turntables. She tries to distract herself by playing around with some miscellaneous buttons. She feels a warm hand slide over hers and looks up to find Erik right on the side of her. “Show me something.” he says.

“Show you something?”

“Yeah,” he motions to her equipment. “Show me how you do what you do, Blue.”

Hearing him call her by her DJ name made her giggle. It was weird. She liked it. So she started explaining and showing him how she did her work. It was a bit different from what she did in the studio. Erik listened intently and asking questions. This lead to her giving him so much more detail about why she loved her line of work and how she actually got into DJing in the first place. He was interested in every word she spoke.

Eventually time has passed and it was opening time. She continued letting her pre-show playlist go until more bodies started to fill the club. The bar began to fill up with people ordering drinks. More parties began showing up and sitting in their pre-booked sections. Finally, Phoenix was ready to start. Erik sat down on the couch in Phoenix’s personal section and she put on her headphones. Shawn introduced her to the crowd and they showed her the deserved love. Phoenix had worked hard and people loved her and her work. A lot of people came out just to see her. She always had the most lit music. Her mixes hyped people up and Phoenix being the beautiful woman that she was added to the love. Women and men would come to the DJ Booth asking for a pic to post on their social media. They wanted to post about being at the club with one of the hottest upcoming DJ and Producer.

The club was in full effect. Bodies dancing everywhere. Shot girls with sparklers delivering bottles. The Bar was packed. Erik was enjoying himself as he watched his girl work. She interacted with the crowd so effortlessly. Shawn had come back to their section to talk more with Erik.

“Philly!” Phoenix hears a loud, high pitched voice call out to her. It was Ava coming into the section with Coby. Mica and Camren right behind them.

“Hey!” she greets them all with a hug. She waves Erik over. “I’m sure you remember Ava and Mica.”

“How could I forget?”

“Nice to officially meet you Erik.” Ava says with a smile.

“This is Coby and that’s Camren.”

Coby and Erik do the ‘man hand shake’ dap and he waves at Camren. Camren looks at Phoenix with a cheesy smile.

“DON'T START WITH ME!” Phoenix yells at Camren, pointing a knowing finger at her.

“Let’s drink!” Mica says going for a cup. They all pour themselves drinks. As everyone gets settled, Shawn comes back over to greet Phoenix’s friends. He and Erik have another small discussion before Erik approached Coby.

“Aye man, you blow?”

“Hell yeah. Y’all got something?”

Erik nods and Coby follows Erik and Shawn out. Phoenix notices them walking away from the section, toward the exit. She looks at Ava, “where they going?” Ava shrugs, taking a sip of her drink.

Mica and Camren puts in a large order of wings. Ava tells the waitress to bring another bottle of Hennessy. Phoenix zones back out working and completely forgot that the guys were gone. They had been missing for so long she forgot they were even there. Phoenix had been going strong since the club opened and she needed a small break. She could smell the wings that her friends ordered and it made her mouth water. She pieces together a small mix to play while she takes a seat to enjoy said wings. But when she turned around to her section she finds that Ava, Mica and Camren aren’t there. But who is there is Coby and Erik with bbq sauce and ranch all over their fingers and lips as the both of them are scarfing down the wings. From what she can see immediately was there were only four wings left in the basket.

“Aye, how many did y’all eat?”

The men look at each other and then at Phoenix. Neither of them answer the question. Phoenix folds her arms over her chest. “Am I talking to myself?”

Camren steps up into the section with the two behind her. “What’s going on? You look mad.” she says to Phoenix. Phoenix motions to the basket full of chicken bones. “ARE Y’ALL SERIOUS? Y’ALL ATE 3O WINGS!”

The two men burst into laughter.

“I’m glad y’all find this shit funny. What the fuck am I suppose to eat?”

“I’ll get you some food baby girl, alright?” Erik says as his body bounces.

Ava stands next to Phoenix, “These niggas high. The night is almost over. We can get food when we leave. They were taxing on the chicken anyways.”

Phoenix looks at Ava, frustration all over her face. “Is this my life?” Before Ava could respond, Phoenix goes back into the DJ booth to finish her set. The club would be closing in 3o minutes. She could push through that. She definitely planned on cussing Erik and Coby out about this later. Nobody told them to go off and get high, miss majority of her set and then come back and eat all of the food. Phoenix didn’t play about her food.

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Club goers flooded the streets and parking lot as they were leaving. It took another 30 minutes after the last song to actually get everyone to make their way outside. Phoenix had packed up her equipment into her backpack and was waiting with her girls by the door. Erik and Coby had gone off with Shawn somewhere.

“I’m so fucking hungry.” Mica spat.

“Join the club,” Phoenix says. “They need to hurry up.”

“I got my keys. We can leave they ass and go hit In-N-Out.” Ava says. Camren grabs her hand. “I love that idea. Let’s leave them.”

The four of them start walking out of the club. They were almost to Ava’s jeep when Coby calls out to them. “Aye!” They all stop with an eye roll. Coby comes up to Ava, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry baby. You know Shawn just be talking.”

Erik slowly approaches Phoenix with apologetic eyes. He takes her backpack from her, putting it over his shoulder. “You mad?” he asks.

“I’m hungry!”

Mica raises her hands, pointing at each man. “And if y’all don’t mind, we’re leaving and going to In-N-Out.”

“Are we not invited?” Erik asked.

“NO!”

“We’re sorry, damn!”

“Aye,” Coby says, “We can all go to In-N-Out and me and E got y’all.” Erik nods agreement.

Phoenix looks between the two men in disbelief. E? These two were just the best of buds now huh? Regardless, she couldn’t resist free food. She released a deep sigh, “Fine.”

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They all met up at IN-N-OUT. They went around through the drive-thru to get their orders but got out of their cars and sat at an open table in front of the restaurant. The women wasted no time with getting started on mashing their food. Erik and Coby watched with amusement at how the women showed no mercy on their burgers and fries. “See E,” Coby pointed to the eating women, “You gotta feed these beasts. Especially, yours. She be tripping the hardest when she dont get food.” Erik bounced with laughter. Phoenix elbowed him in his side. “Don’t laugh at his shit.” she said with a mouth full of fries.

A beat a silence sits over them until the women are just about done stuffing their faces. “So… Erik” Mica starts, “Did you enjoy yourself tonight as much as you enjoyed those wings?”

“Yes, Mica… I did.” The two of them stare at each other.

“Remember what I told you, right?”

Erik rubs his beard, “Nah. I don’t actually. Wanna refresh my memory?”

“Okay, this nigga wanna play games.”

“You know,” Erik says pointing at Mica, “You remind me of a little chihuahua.”

“Nigga! You remind me of a pitbull.”

“Wow,” Phoenix rest her hands in her palms on the table, “I’m glad to see you two are getting along well.”

Everybody laughs. Phoenix knew Mica liked Erik. They all did. Mica only went back and forth with people she respected. If she didn’t like you, she’d move around you like you weren’t even there.

Camren silently got Mica, Phoenix and Erik’s attention, pointing to Coby and Ava. They were whispering and giggling in each other’s ears like no one else was at the table. Mica let out a fake, loud cough, patting her chest that gained the caking couples attention. Camren, Phoenix and Erik tried to keep their laughs inside at how dramatic Mica’s cough was. Trying to look normal, Camren pretends to be on her phone and Phoenix moves closer to Erik as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They leaned into each other as they hid their faces to laugh.

Ava noticed all of them doing a poor job at trying not to laugh. “You good, Mica? You need something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. But y’all two may need a sip.” Mica says sliding her cup toward them.

“You real fucking funny Mica.” Coby states.

“I’m just saying, from this angle, y’all thirsty asses look like a two headed body,” she laughs. “Like damn Coby, back up off my girl.”

Camren chokes on her drink from laughing at Mica’s comment.

Ava had to laugh herself, “Y’all ain’t shit.”

“But what’s up though?” Phoenix ask, “We deserve to know like… what’s up with y’all? Are y’all official now or what?”

Ava cuts her eye at Phoenix, who is currently wrapped up under a large man’s arm. “I don’t know Phoenix,” sarcasm in her words, “Are you two official now or what?”

The smile on Phoenix’s face drops. She walked herself right into that one. But she knew how to handle this. “This isn’t about me and Erik right now. It’s about you and Coby. Two of my bestest friends. You know, I thought we were all so close here and that y’all would tell us if you two made it official. I mean… I know you would be the first person I’d call when Erik and I made that decision. But I get it. Maybe we’re not like that anymore.”

Erik is taking in all of what Phoenix is saying, reading between every single line. He smirks knowing what she ISN’T saying. Taking notes.

Ava is sitting there, listening to Phoenix go on but she’s no fool. She knows what Phoenix is doing. Coby on the other hand… his soft spot for her blocks his common sense most times. He always fall for her antics and Phoenix knew this. And just like she always did, she got him to break.

“Damn, Philly, relax. We’re official okay?” Coby says, feeling bad for not telling her.

Everybody burst into laughter. Coby looked confused. Did he miss the joke?

“What the fuck is so funny?” he asks.

Erik looks at him. “She just played you, bro.”

“Yeah, bae, you fall for that shit every time.” Ava added.

Coby looks at Phoenix. She gives him a closed mouth smile. “I hate you Phoenix.”

“I love you too brother.”

Coby stands, “You know what, fuck this. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment. It’s been real. Ava grab your shit. We out.”

Everyone continues laughing as Coby and Ava grab up their garbage, throwing it away. Coby gives Erik dap and walks past Phoenix to hug Camren and Mica. Phoenix laughs at him being childish. Ava says her goodbyes.

“Will we be seeing more of you Erik?” she asks as she hugs Phoenix.

“Of course. Phoenix ain’t going nowhere.”

“i’ll hold you to that..” he gives her a hug.

“We might as well all take our asses home.” Camren says standing. They all follow her lead in gathering up their garbage, tossing it and saying their goodbyes. As soon as Phoenix got comfortable in Erik’s passenger seat, the group chat was live. The women talked about how they approve of Erik, Phoenix did an amazing job DJing tonight, etc.

Erik pulled out onto the road, taking them home. Phoenix slid down in her seat. Her tired is finally catching up to her. “Thanks for coming, E.” she says.

He looks over at her. He didn’t respond. Instead, he slid his hand over to hers. Repeating her earlier action and interlocking their fingers. He pulled their conjoined hands up and kissed the back of hers. That was all she needed to know that he was glad he came out too. He laughed to himself. Curious, she asked what was funny.

“I’m going to put your girl, Mica in the headlock. I see she’s the one that likes to talk.”

Smiling at their interactions thus far, “Yeah, that’s Mica.” Phoenix says. “She has to test you to see if you can hold your own. Not everybody makes it passed her.”

“Did I get by y’all guard dog?”

Phoenix laughs, “You did. She likes you.”

“Cool. I don’t have to sneak by security to get you.”

“You would do that huh?”

“Hell yeah.”

Phoenix takes her hand from his and reaches over to rub her fingers through his beard. Erik didn’t miss a beat and simply slid his now free hand onto her thigh. They rode the rest of the journey like this.

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They arrive back at their apartment building. Erik parks his car and turns the ignition off. Phoenix whines, “I don’t feel like getting out yet.”

“We can chill here for a minute.” Erik says, rubbing her hand that is resting on the side of his face.

He notes how touchy Phoenix is with him. He’s now curious if this is how she is when she likes someone. He didn’t mind at all though. If simply just touching him is soothing to her, he’d let her touch him anywhere, anytime.

“OH MY GOD!” Phoenix sits ups in her seat fully, looking at Erik. He’s confused by her sudden outburst. “I just realized what you said.” She continued.

“What? What did I say?”

“When we were on my couch. You said your dad was the prince of Wakanda.” Erik nods, confirming that he did in fact, say that. “So… that would mean you’re a prince.”

“Yes, baby girl. You didn’t put that together when I said that?”

“No! I wasn’t thinking that far at the time.” She softly hits him on the chest. “You’re a whole prince, E.” The lazy smile on her face made him realize it was time to get this girl up to her bed. She was sleepy talking now.

“You need to go to bed.” He gets out of the car and walks around to let her out. They walk to the elevator. Erik pushes the call button and as they wait, Phoenix stands behind him and snakes are hands around his abdomen. She lays her cheek against his back, ‘resting her eyes.’ When the elevator arrives, she moans in protest at having to move. He grabs her hand from her stomach and pulls her into the cabin. He pushes the button to her floor. She repeats her movements of wrapping her arms around him. This time, they’re face to face. He looks down at her with tired eyes. She smiles up at him, sliding her hands up his shirt. She softly drags her fingertips over his scars. She rest her chin on his chest. He moves a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She watches as he licks his lips. Phoenix wanted so badly to taste them again. The kiss they shared earlier was simply a ploy to piss Sydney off but now, she wanted a real one. She needed it. Now! She pushed herself up on her tippy toes and crashed her lips into his. He kissed back immediately. The warmth of his lips was everything she knew she needed and wanted in that moment. The kiss became more and more passionate as they continued. Erik swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and she gladly welcomed him in. She sucked on his tongue and he let out a moan into her mouth. Her hands still pressed on his skin, she pulled herself more into him. He held both sides of her face. The cabin came to a stop. Erik pulled back, cussing to himself.

Without words, she slid her hands into his, pulling him off the elevator and into her hallway. Still standing in front of the elevator doors, he pulls her back against his chest. “I’m not done with you.” His voice low. She lets out a slow breath. He leans down, kissing her again. Just like before, she opened graciously for his tongue to explore her mouth. Their lips wet and smacking. Phoenix gripped his shirt, pulling him as close as he could be. He backed her up against the wall. He trailed wet kisses down to her neck. Phoenix closed her eyes, allowing the attack on her neck. Suddenly he stopped. Resting his face in the crook of his neck, he whispered, “I have to leave Tuesday.”

Her eyes snapped open, “Why?”

He leaned up to look at her. “Work.” disappointment was written all over her face. “I just…” He continued, “I don’t wanna do this and then just leave. I don’t wanna do you like that.”

She nods, understanding. He pulls back away from her, holding her hand. She looks down in thought for a second. “Well, you have to make some time for me tomorrow. Even if it’s 5 minutes.”

“Deal. It’ll definitely be more than 5 minutes though.” He smirked.

The smile that crept onto Phoenix’s face was all Erik needed to settle the small bit of anxiety in his chest. This would be his first mission since they’ve become this close. Since exchanging numbers, the moment he woke up to the moment he falls asleep, his time was spent texting her. And let’s not forget their long studio session. Phoenix has become a part of his daily in what seems like a short time. The first time he’d seen her, getting into the elevator a month ago, he had in his mind she would definitely be a girl he was going to smash. But it was something about her that intrigued him. He actually wanted—no, needed to know more than just her body. He needed to know her. There was a pull between them since that first day in the elevator and the way she just kissed him, let him know she felt that same pull too. He shared his darkest parts with her and she stuck around. Granted, he’d never told anyone that and wasn’t sure what to expect. But everything in him was yelling at him to be honest with her. Erik was going to go with it. Allow the pull to bring them closer and closer. He was open to falling no matter how fast it was for her. She was willing to do the same.

Phoenix had been around some of the most sought out men in the entertainment industry. Some of them showed interest in her but she was more than unimpressed. When she would talk to them, she didn’t feel anything. With Erik? She felt everything. The jelly legs she got the first day she seen him was enough to convince her that it was something about him. Phoenix couldn’t recall a time where she really had a ‘crush’ on anyone. But… Erik. Phoenix has always been one to believe in fate and soul mates though. She believed she had one, somewhere and that they’d find their way to her somehow. She always imagined it would be this intense feeling. Tingles in her hands when she’d talk to them. They’d make her think about them every second of the day. She would just melt at the thought of them. She melted at the thought of Erik. He hands tingled when she would text him. The crush thing didn’t add up. Crushes couldn’t have felt like this. During their kiss, all she could think about was, this isn’t a crush, this is some soul shit.

————

Erik made sure Phoenix got into her apartment, ending their time with a few more pecks on her lips. He got into the elevator, going up to his penthouse. He didn’t even bother turning on any lights when he walked in. He let his instincts carry him into his bedroom. He came out of his clothes, getting into his king bed. He licked his lips over and over, still able to taste Phoenix on them. He drifted off into sleep.

————-

As Phoenix slowly opened her eyes to the morning sun, her brain rushed with the memories of the night before. She held herself in the center of her bed as she reminisced on Erik. The feel of his rough hand in hers. The warmth of his hand when he held her thigh in the car. The way his beard tickled her fingers as she played with his thick, facial hair. His solid, thick form when she rested her head on his back… and then his chest. His soft, keloid skin when she slipped her hands under his shirt. And his lips… his soft, full lips. She wanted more of them. To kiss her in more than a few places. The thoughts caused her face to heat up. She crossed her legs trying to keep the heat from traveling below. She replayed everything in her head. Time passed and she couldn’t get up just yet because she wasn’t ready to put them on hold. That is, until her phone buzzed on her nightstand. The universe had to have been listening to her thoughts because Erik’s name popped up onto her locked screen. Butterflies found way into her stomach before she could even swipe the message open.

Erik: Good morning baby girl. You up?

Phoenix: yes, I’m up. Good morning E.

Erik: how you sleep?

Phoenix: pretty good. I was KO as soon as I landed on the bed. How did you sleep?

Erik: not bad at all. Wyd?

Phoenix: still in bed. Feels too good to get up.

Erik: damn, for real? Lol, I guess I’ll ask someone else to go get breakfast with me.

Phoenix: hmm, suddenly I’m so hungry I can’t stay in this bed another second.

Erik: lmfao. I knew your eat’em up ass couldn’t resist.

Phoenix: you + food = a good ass time to me

Erik: *kissy face* can you be ready in an hour?

Phoenix: I’ll do my best!

Phoenix put her phone back on the nightstand and rushed into the bathroom. Her hair was ready to be washed but she definitely didn’t have time to do that. She tossed it up into a top knot bun and continued pushing. Brushing her teeth, washing her face and getting in the shower in thirty minutes. She was making good timing. She stood in her closet, going through possible options.

It’s just breakfast. No need to get super cute, she thought. But then again, they’re going out. Is this a date? Or are they just hanging out? After last night, this has to be beyond ‘hanging out.’ The man practically had his tongue down her throat. She didn’t give any fucks. Her brain settled for: This is definitely a date. She would still sport her usual, casual and comfy look but still hella cute. She picked out her signature biker short in dark grey and paired them with a Snoop Dogg graphic tee and Nike’s. She moisturized her body in her Vanilla scented shea butter and got dressed. Her bun was decent so she swooped her edges and put on some mascara and lip gloss. As Phoenix hooked the last of her layered necklaces, there’s a knock at her door. She knew it was Erik so she tossed her phone in her purse and moved quickly to open the door.

“Hey, E.” She said when she swung the door open. She jiggled her keys in her hand, joining him in hallway. He remained silent as he watched her lock her door. Once it’s all locked, she turned to him and his stare on her was intense. He looked her up and down, biting his lip. She watched him curious to know how long they’d stand there with him eye fucking her. After just a few seconds, Phoenix couldn’t take it anymore. She dramatically cleared her throat, breaking his gaze. He covered his smile with his fist. “My bad.”

“I understand. You like what you see. But I’m hungry so we should go.”

They started walking to the elevator. “Yeah, I’m aware of how you get when you’re hungry.”

She nudges him in the arm. He could chill on her. Food was an important piece of Phoenix’s life. If he was going to continue this thing with her, he was going to need to grasp that ASAP.

When Erik opened the door for Phoenix to get into his car, he leaned down, looking her in the eye, “if I catch any nigga looking at yo’ ass in these shorts, I’ma break his fucking face.” He closed the door before she could react and walked around the vehicle, getting in himself.

———

Erik sat at the exit of the parking garage waiting for traffic to clear. He slid his hand over to rest on Phoenix’s thigh.

��So, where are we going?” She asked as they turned out onto the road.

“What if I wanted to surprise you?”

“I don’t really like surprises,” she smiles at him. “so just tell me.”

He shakes his head. “Madea’s Fish and Grits.”

“Ohh, I’ve been wanting to go there.”

A sly smirk crept on Erik’s face. “I go there all of the time. One of my favorites.”

——-

The drive was short. Phoenix stomach thanked her for that. They walked in and the hostess greeted them. She smiled at Erik, raising a brow in Phoenix’s direction. “One second,” She said before walking away and speaking loudly to someone in the back. “Madea, your boy is here.”

Moments later, an older black woman with long, grey and black hair pulled into a low pony walked out from the back, smiling at them. She wiped her hands on her apron. “Hello, Mr. Erik.” She opened her arms out for a hug. He smiled big at the woman, hugging her. “Hey, Madea.”

“I haven’t you seen you in awhile boy. I thought you forgot about me.”

“C’mon now. I could never forget about you.”

Madea’s eyes shoot to Phoenix and back to Erik. “And who is this pretty lady?”

Erik turned to introduce her. “This is Phoenix.”

Madea took Phoenix’s hand in both of hers. Phoenix smiles at the woman. “Nice to meet you.”

“Are you a friend of Erik’s?”

Phoenix looks at Erik who is trying to hide his embarrassed, red face. “You can say that.”

“Hmm, well let’s get you two seated.”

Madea grabs two menus and guides them to Erik’s favorite booth near the front window. They take their seats. “Reese will be over in a second.” Before she walked away, she leaned down to whisper something in Phoenix’s ear that made her laugh. Erik eyed the women suspiciously. When Madea was out of site, Erik glared at Phoenix. She pretended to be really into the menu. She could feel his eyes on her but she refused to look up at him. Reese approached them. “Good morning. Can I start y’all off with some drinks?” She doesn’t take her eyes off of Erik.

“What you want baby girl?” He says to Phoenix. She smiles up at him. “Orange juice.”

“We’ll both have orange juice.”

Reese walks off. Erik picks up the menu, looking through it and trying to look extra focused.

“She likes you.” Phoenix says.

“Hm? What?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. Ya’ girl Reese ain’t take her eyes off you for one second.”

Erik waves his hand, dismissing that idea. “Ain’t nobody worried about her.”

“Who you worried about then?”

He winks at her. “You… and what Madea said to you before she walked away.”

“You’re nosey.”

Reese brings them their drinks. “Are you two ready to order?”

“I am. You ready baby?”

Phoenix looks up from the menu at Erik and catches his wink. “Yes.” She looks at Reese. “I’ll have the catfish and grits, with cheese. Turkey bacon and my eggs, scrambled.” She ends her order with a closed mouth smile. Handing her menu to Reese, Erik gives his order of the French toast, bacon and sausage, egg whites and hash browns.

As the two of them waited for their food, Erik pushed more for Phoenix to share what Madea whispered to her.

“You really wanna know Erik?”

“Yes.” He sipped his juice.

Phoenix rested her face in her palms. “She said… I must be special. She’s never seen you bring a lady friend in here before.”

Erik’s face blushed with redness. He didn’t have a come back for that. It was true. He has never brought anyone into Madea’s place with him. He’s always sat alone. Women would come in and try to talk to him. Reece being one of them. A few he exchanged numbers with, meet up with at a later moment. Reece was Madea’s niece. Erik couldn’t disrespect Madea that way. He had so much love and respect for the older woman. She reminded him of a mother/grandmother figure. She would sometimes join him and they’d talk about random things going on in the world. It had been about a month since he’s been in the soul food restaurant. (Hmm, he’s known Phoenix for a month.)

Phoenix pretended to not notice how shook Erik was. When he didn’t give her a smart response to what Madea told her, she looked off, scanning the restaurant. She caught the eye of a small boy, no older than 6 years old. They made eye contact and the little boy smiled and waved at her. She winked and waved back.

“Who the fuck you waving at?” Erik snapped his head around to see who was the brave soul to be waving at his girl. He looked over the booths seat, seeing the little boy. When the little boy seen Erik, he covered his mouth, snickering. Erik pointed to his eye and to the boy, signaling that he’s watching him. The little boy sticks his tongue out at Erik. Phoenix burst into laughter. Erik turned back to her. “So that’s yo mans huh?”

Phoenix is laughing so hard that she can’t say anything. Tears are forming in her eyes. Erik is being his dramatic self, talking shit. “Can’t believe you girl. In front of my face. Just gonna flirt with this lil nigga like I won’t lay hands on his ass. The disrespect.”

“Erik, be quiet. He’s a baby.”

“I don’t care! I fight kids Phoenix.”

Phoenix shakes her head at him, finally being able to control herself. She sighs. “You are crazy.”

“I am. Crazy as fuck.”

Reece approaches the table with their food. Erik’s mouth is practically watering.

“Here y’all go. Is there anything I can get y’all?” Reece asks.

“We’re good. Thank You.” Phoenix says.

The two of them get started on their meals. Phoenix was admiring the buttery, perfect grits when the young boy from earlier is slowly following behind his mom as they walk to the exit of the restaurant. He waves at Phoenix again. As they continued to pass by their table, the boy stops and turns to Erik. He balls up his tiny fist and scrunches up his face at him. Erik pretends to get up from the table like he’s going to go after the boy and he jumps and takes off running, catching up to his mom. He turns around one last time to stick his tongue out again.

“You see this little nigga?” Erik says, motioning to the boy leaving.

With a mouth full of food, Phoenix holds her mouth to keep it all in as she laughs.

“I should go whoop his little ass.” Erik continues.

Phoenix and Erik laugh off the encounter. They finished their meals but continue sitting and talking. Reece had retrieved their empty dishes. They both ordered some coffee and Reece made sure to keep their cups full. Their conversations drifting between aliens and supernatural things. Their favorite movies. Their stance on BLM, women’s rights and how much they both hated Trump. The more they talked, the more they discovered just how much they had in common.

Their cups had found themselves to be empty. Reece has gone on break, so this time Madea came to the table with a fresh pot of coffee. She filled their cups with a smile. Erik was her favorite customer. She never had an issue with him, so serving him was her pleasure.

“Thank You.” Phoenix says.

“Oh, baby, it’s my pleasure.” Madea looks over at Erik and pinches him on the arm. “Your big head butt better not stay away from here again.”

“Ouch! I’m sorry, Madea. I’ve been caught up with work.”

“Work, huh?” Madea looks to Phoenix, “Has he been caught up with work, Ms. Phoenix? Or has he been caught up with you?” She asks with a wink.

Phoenix’s mouth opens and shuts, not sure how to answer that. She looks at Erik for help. He simply raises an eyebrow at her.

“Um, I guess you can say a little bit of both.”

“So how long have you two been dating?”

Another question Phoenix didn’t know how to answer. Erik opens his mouth to answer and Madea swats his hand for him to shut up. She wanted to hear it from Phoenix.

“Well, we’re getting to know each other. It’s been a few weeks, I guess.”

“Hmm.” The slim woman moves the coffee pot to her left hand and leans down onto the table with her right. “Well, Ms.Phoenix,” she peeks over at Erik, “And you too, Mr.Erik, I’m no expert but I know a thing or two. I know when two people have an undeniable connection. I am by no means saying to rush into anything, but if your intuition says jump, you ask how high. I can’t put my finger on it just yet, but there’s definitely something here with you two. I’m gonna say this last thing and I’ll be out of y’all hair. You can meet someone today and they’ll love and cherish you better than someone you’ve known for 10 years.”

Phoenix nods. When she looked over at Erik, he was biting his lip, looking down at the table at nothing in particular. Madea gave Phoenix’s shoulder two pats and left the two to sit with her words. They sat in silence for a moment, not really sure how to pick back up from that. Erik finally looked up, catching Phoenix’s eyes. She gave him a soft smile before asking, “How long are you gonna be gone?” her voice was low, but he still heard her over the busy sounds of the restaurant.

With Erik leaving the very next day, he knew this question would come up at some point during their time together.

“Two weeks.”

The same disappointment from when he told her he had to leave the night before showed up on her face right then. Erik knew he would never be able to deal with that face from her.

“When I get back, it’ll be awhile before I have to leave again.”

“Okay.” She whispered.

The silenced that say amongst them wasn’t so comfortable after that. Neither of them could really bear it but neither of them had anything to say. It had gotten too uncomfortable and Erik suggested that they head back home. The car ride was silent. Both of their brains going over what Madea said to them, as well as the both of them trying to process the fact that just when they were getting closer, they have to be separated for two whole weeks without any form of communication.

#the elevator bae #erik x phoenix #shewritestheblues

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dyke-remy · 4 years ago

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Live And Let Die, part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to have seen a single James Bond movie to understand the story, trust me

Tw: Mentions of past transphobia. Descriptions of a dead body like right away, jump to the 3rd paragraph if you wanna skip that

Picani's body sat lifeless against the bed. His eyelids were still open but his eyes had rolled back into his skull. Parts of his shirt had turned red from blood.

The most gruesome part was his neck though. large chunks of meat and skin were missing, leaving only a bloody mess of nerves and bone. It looked as if someone had bitten down into it. It was an inhumanly large bite.

Remy stared at him with wide eyes. They'd seen dozens of dead bodies and yet tears pressed on. Remus lowered his gun for a moment and was about to reach out to hug them but stopped himself. They didn't have to time for comfort until the job was over for the day.

Instead he hunched down next to the body and inspected the gaping wound. "I think Jaws might have done this" He said after a while.

All Remy could get out as a response was a quiet sniffle and a nod.

Jaws had become an infamous killer among the MI6. He had single handedly murdered more agents than anyone else. If 005 and Picani was to be counted his total of murdered agents were 6 and that was only after at most 3 years of being a threat. Since most of the people who'd seen him was now dead all they knew was that he had a tall muscular, nearly inhumane stature and of course his teeth. His sharp metal teeth. Similar to a shark's. His usual murder method was biting chunks out of his victim's neck before letting them slowly die.

Remus could pick up Picani's corpse with ease. It hung limp in his arms. It was best to get it back to the MI6 so he could get a proper burial. He looked up and saw Remy stare at him with wide panicked eyes. They moved their finger up to their lips.

He stopped and listened. There was a ticking...a ticking...a...a bomb! He looked at Picani's body and in horror realized there was a bomb strapped to his back. A bomb that had began to count down when he moved it.

He dropped picani's body instantly. He instead heaved Remy up into his arms before dashing to the closest window. He shielded them from the glass as he jumped out. Right as the ticking stopped and an explosion went off.

He felt heat against his cheek as he fell down into the snow a story below. When he looked up all that was left of the hotel room was fire. His breathing was quick and his thought blurry. Boards and burning bedsheets were falling down around him. Glass pieces had pierced his skin.

"Guards- They have definitely noticed that. That guy wasn't there to like actually guard the place. He was there to make sure no one found Picani or to see Who would try to find him. There must be others. He must have told them by now" Remy heaved out in one big realization. They met their husband's eyes "Babe we gotta go"

They tried to stand up in the snow but fell down again because of their high heels. They let out a few swears words while taking off their shoes. Remus looked around for a quick escape route. To his luck the hotel guest's skiis were stored in a shed a few meters away from them. With a swift kick the wood door fell down. He took on a pair of skii boots while Remy stood guard.

His spouse quietly tapped on his shoulder. In the distance voices could be heard. Remus motioned for them to take a pair of boots as well but they shook their head. There was no time.

Remus gave them his gun before getting on the skiis. Remy wrapped their legs around his waist and held their arms around his shoulders. He was looking forward while they were keeping an eye on the back with the gun ready in their hand. The guards became visible from the side of the hotel. A shot was fired.

"Go!" Remy commanded.

With one quick motion they shot down into the steep hill. Trees blew by as he maneuvered across the thick snow. The guards weren't far away, they'd also found skiis.

Remy saw in a haze how a bullet blew past them just a few inches away. They tried to steady their hand enough to shoot back but it was all far too shaky and far too dark. They looked around and caught eye on a part of the mountain where the trees were even closer together.

"Babe! To your right!" They said quickly.

Remus nodded while turning. The trees were so close together he had to hold his arms against his chest to not run into anything. It forced everyone to slow down slightly, including the guards. Remy leaned their hand against their husband's shoulder and shot. The bullet landed right in one of the guard's thighs making him fall over.

Right as they were about to fire another shot Remus knocked into a tree and one of his skiis stuck. It made him go into a half circle before the skii fell off and he was left going backwards down the hill with only one skii on.

In a panic he grabbed on a tree and forced himself to turn around again. He flailed his free leg around to try and keep his balance. Remy teared off a loose branch from a tree and threw it at the guards before shooting anywhere and everywhere at them while they were busy trying not to get hit by the branch.

Left was a few guards. The trees disappeared and they came out into a wide patch of nothing but snow. Remus felt a bullet whine past his arm. He did an abrupt turn to give Remy a clearer shot. The snow became red from blood as another guard fell down.

He spotted a steeper part of the moutain and drove to it. When he got closer he realized it was a cliff. Far down he could spot a barn.

He heard bullets pass by him as he drove up to it. He tried to get as much speed as possible before diving off the cliff. While falling he kicked his skii off and took Remy into his arms. He hoped the snow would dampen his fall.

There was a loud crack as he collapsed down into the ground, it was probably one of his bones breaking again. Remy didn't give him a chance to breathe. They stood up and forced him over to the barn. The roof hid them from the guards seeing them.

"We gotta get outta here. Who knows if there's some otha way down here" Remy said while breathing heavily "Y'know otha than the ridiculously dangerous way you just took"

"Hey at least I took the fall instead of you!" Remus pointed out.

"That doesn't make it better! You still like probs got hurt"

The adrenaline rush from the chase started to wear off and Remy realized just how cold it was. They only had the dress and some tights on. They were so cold their skin ached. Remus noticed and took off his blazer, he laid it around their shoulders instead.

Remus stood up and promptly picked up his spouse bridal style since they definitely couldn't walk in the snow without shoes unless they wanted to freeze to death. He moved his bracelet so two specific parts connected. A quiet sound could be heard as the communicator in the bracelet activated.

"Q?" He asked.

It took a while and he repeated it a few more times before he got a reponse "I expect this to be important because I had to pause the documentary I was watching to answer" Q, also known as Logan answered.

"0012 is dead" Remus stated bluntly. Remy winced "But I can report more on that later. We need a warm and safe place to stay before our fingers freeze into bloody ice cream. We're-" He looked around at road signs "2 miles outside Reznekne"

"Excuse me a minute......There. A room has been booked under the name Juris Benzins for you. I have requested that the temperature would be heightened. I'll send you the adress"

"Thanks Q!"

"You're welcome, as always. Call me if you need anything more. Don't die because that would force me to fill out much more paperwork than I want to"

The call ended. Now all that was left was walking. Walking and walking. The snow kept coming down.

Remus noticed how his spouse was shuddering like a leaf in his arms. They were visibly close to falling asleep because of how freezing cold they were. Their skin had turned even paler than usual, almost looking blueish.

(He ignored how cold he was. Ignored how weak his body felt. Ignored his shirt getting spots of red from blood. It wasn't important. Making sure Remy was okay was the only thing that mattered)

"Hey babe" He lightly tapped their cheek "Stay awake. We'll be at the hotel soon. You can tell me your top 3 worst missions you've been on"

"You've...you've heard it before" They mumbled out.

"I just wanna hear my fav dork talk. I'll get anxious about carrying a corpse otherwise"

"Mhmm. Third worst...that mission..you were so stupid..and got so...so hurt. I neva wanna see you...that bloody..and beaten"

"Aww that's cute. I thought the bloody look fit me"

"Neva....second...second worst...we infiltrated that like the the beach place. having no choose but to disguise and...tuck-..horrible..more painful than....than like being shot" They let out a shaking breathe as a cold breeze blew by "Worst..worst...worst mission...easy...easy it...that time I" They grimaced "I had to seduce a lady to..to get...get her to to tell me a like code to stop a missile...Me and women neva go together"

Remus couldn't help but laugh.

"Girl dont laugh at m...my misery. I'mma be a dead- a corpse soon"

"I'm sawry. It's just so stupid that anyone would ever think you're straight"

"Shut up....you got like 3...3 pairs of rainbow thigh highs so you...you aint one to talk"

The conversation came to a halt as they got to the hotel. The receptionist looked shocked as they entered. Who could blame her, they came in in a nice suit and a dress without any jacket while it was heavily snowing outside. She handed them the keys while barely saying anything.

Remy was still shuddering as they were carried into the room. Their lips and nails had turned purple. Remus carefully sat them down on the bed and wrapped all the blankets around them. He made sure they were still awake before going to fill up the bath. While the water ran he searched the entire room for cameras or listening devices. It was an instinct at this point.

With a few stumbling steps Remy got up and tried to get to the bath before collapsing onto their knees. Remus helped them up and gently assisted them with undressing so they could get in.

"When we get home I'm buying nothing except for giant cheeseburgers so you can get some godamn fat on your body to heat you up" Remus grumbled.

"I can like super get behind that" They replied. They closed their eyes and leaned back into the water. "Babe you should warm youself up too"

"I just need to make sure no one can get into the hotel room first an-"

They opened one of their eyes and gave him the look™️ "Babe"

Remus nodded. He grimaced as he took his shirt off, fully revealing the pieces of glass that had pierced into his skin when he jumped out the window. It was painful to get in the water.

Remy got a worried look on their face while inspecting his wounds. They cupped his cheek "We gotta take care of that"

He took their hands and intertwined their fingers instead "Later. Once we've warmed up" He gave them a long and tender kiss "You look so pretty"

"Gurl my makeup is running the fuck off. I'm looking like my skin is melting"

"Skin melting can be hot!" Remus exclaimed with a big grin.

Remy rolled their eyes. They cuddled closer against his chest and wrapped their arms around his waist "Stupid self sacrificing idiot" They mumbled with affection in their voice but their smile quickly disappeared.

Their eyes slowly got filled with rage as they stared out into nothing. Their voice turned cold as they nearly growled out "I'll find Jaws. I'll find him and hurt him over and over until he is begging me to kill him. I'll make him suffer for murdering Emile"

9 Years Ago

Lucia had spent the morning just like she spent most mornings, looking for cans and bottles she could use to make a few bucks. It was early December and the lake in the middle of the city had frozen to ice. She would go ice skating if she owned any pair of skates.

She caught eye on a bottle someone had dropped carelessly on the ground and hurried to pick it up and put it in her backpack. When she looked up again she noticed a small figure cowering right between 2 storefronts. Between the walls of the buildings a tiny inwards part was left, just enough to shield a person from the harsh wind.

At further looking she realized it was a teenager. A teenager dressed in nothing but a pair of worn out jeans, shirt and a light jacket. They could be 15 at most. Lucia had always been known as the parent friend so of course when she saw a shivering child she couldn't stop herself from walking up to them.

"Hiya kiddo" She greeted "I'm Lucia. Lucia Marinez"

The person didn't even look at her. They moved their legs closer to their chest to make themself as small as possible. Lucia hunched down in front of them and nearly let out a gasp when she saw their face.

There was a black eye around their right eye. Bruises continued down onto their cheek. Their lip was cracked and dried blood had dribbled down onto their chin.

"Oh dear" She mumbled to herself "I can get you some water to clean the blood up? Or help you get back home? If you have somewhere to go I mean"

No response.

"Okay well I know a place you can stay if you want. I can show you if you'd come with me"

They shook their head.

"That's good, you shouldn't follow strangers to random places. But I'm a good stranger I promise" Lucia wanted to facepalm over how stupid she was sounding. She fumbled around in her pockets "Here I got 3 dollars, take that at least"

She nearly forced the money into the teenager's hands. She let out a quick goodbye before getting up. To her surprise the kid started to follow her as she walked away. They kept their distance but was staring at her with wide vacant eyes the entire way.

It took 30 minutes until they got to the place Lucia was currently living at: under a bridge together with her 3 friends. She turned towards the teenager and put on a smile while doing jazz hands.

"Welcome!" She pointed at a short woman with long curly hair "This is Fray, she's nice" She pointed at her other friend, a lanky one with tired eyes "This is Róse. And last but not least" She pointed at a woman with oversized clothes and a kind smile "This is Lucy. She's my girlfriend. It was her idea to match our names when we choose them" Lucia still blushed when she thought about it.

The stranger still didn't say anything. Lucia's friends got excited and wondered who the hell they were. The attention only made the kid shut themself off even more. Though they accepted the sleeping bag and food the group offered them. (It was Lucia's sleeping bag so she and Lucy started to share one).

2 days went by. The teenager mostly stayed in their sleeping bag. They didn't sleep, didn't talk even though everyone in the group tried to start conversations with them, barely even ate. Fray thought they acted like a grumpy kitten.

It was past 1 am when Lucia noticed the kid shuddering even though they'd crawled into the sleeping bag. Everyone else was asleep so she went over to them. She took off her jacket and laid it over them. They flinched and looked up at her with scared eyes.

"Sorry kiddo. Did I wake you?"

They shook their head and sat up. After a moment of hesitation they put on the jacket. Lucia sat down next to them. It was quiet for a few moments.

"You do have a name right?" She asked "It's okay if you don't. I went without one for a few months before I met Lucy"

No reponse.

"You can vent about why you're here if you want to. I've been told that my shoulder is amazing to cry on"

Lucia looked at the teenager. The bruises were still there. She just wanted them to be able to trust her, she just wanted them to feel safe.

".....I used to be married before I became homeless" She confessed "Me and my ex-wife were planning on having children and I was so excited. It was just...just...I was close to crying every time someone talked about me becoming a dad. It made me realize I had never wanted to be a dad at all or anything like it. We'd been married for 5 years I thought my ex-wife would accept me but as soon as I told her I was trans she turned so...so...cold. She didn't even let me pack my bags before throwing me out"

For the first time the stranger was actually meeting her eyes. Not just staring at her as if she would tear them apart. They'd never met another trans person before.

"i-i was thinking about maybe the name r-remy?" They nearly whispered out "it's a pun on rem sleep...since..i...i'm not good at like sleeping"

Lucia chuckled "Aww that's a great name"

Remy looked away again. They held onto the fabric of their pants so hard their knuckles whitened "it was my fault i was thrown out. i was stupid"

"Oh honey it could never be your fault" Lucia assured.

"it was. i'd bought a trans pride pin. it was so small i thought i would be able to hide it but-" Tears were pressing on in their eyes "i came home from school and my mom had cleaned my room and she found it and my dad was at work i-i will never know how he would have reacted and-"

They choked on their own words. A tear rolled down their cheek. Lucia was about to ask if they were allowed to hug them when Remy buried himself against her chest and held onto her shirt as if their life depended on. The tears had turned into muffled sobbing, as if they couldn't physically hold it back anymore. She wrapped her arms around them and mumbled sweet words into their hair.

"s-she wouldn't stop yelling. she said she didn't w-want me as her child anymore. she would rather see me dead than that i w-would be- i would be-"

Lucia combed her fingers through their hair to comfort them "She was wrong. There is not a single chance she would have ever been right in what she did" Remy looked up at her. She wiped a few of their tears away as they sniffled.

"i-it wasnt the first time- she always- she would- there was always something wrong with me- i was never what she wanted an-and she just kept h-h-hurtin- i must be so h-horrible to have to deal with"

"Dear you didn't deserve any of it. You never did....I...I think that you would be lovely to have as a child" She cupped their cheeks and sent them a small smile "How about we look for a trans pin to replace your old one tomorrow?"

They wanted to say yes but instead "i'm not trans like you are- i- i don't- i want- i use they/them"

"Kiddo me and the other 3 are all old trans hags. I am 99% sure none of us will mind whatever pronouns you use. So then it is planned. We won't stop our search until you get yourself a nice trans pin"

Remy couldn't respond. They were too choked up on another wave of tears, but tears of relief this time. They sobbed into the hug again. Their bruises still hurt but for the first time they actually felt at home.

7 Years Ago

"-So y'know I panicked and like ran and it wasn't until like 4 days later I realized he'd probs been meaning to give me his number" Remy concluded.

Róse chuckled at the story. The enby was sitting right in front of her so she could cut their hair. She'd wanted to be a hairdressed for a while now anyway but she hadn't been able to get any work. Not having an adress made it a hundred times harder to get employed.

The two of them were having one of their 'Guy talks' since they were the only two in the group who liked guys. The other 3 were all useless lesbians. Todays talk had mostly been Remy flusteringly rambling about some cute guy with a mustache they'd met who'd made them realize that their new type was apparently guys with msuatches.

"Thanks mom" They said while running their hand through their new haircut.

"No prob hun"

Remy quickly got up and got ready. It was their day to go out and look for bottles and other things that could help them survive. Right before they could leave Lucia grabbed them by their arm.

"Remember kiddo: no alcohol or drugs. You're not 18 just yet. And don't break any laws again! No stealing!"

"I know mom. You don't have to tell me every time"

"Don't accept any jobs from anyone. Not even 1 time things" Fray added on.

Remy nodded while walking away "I got it mom"

"And no intercourse you heathen!" Róse exclaimed.

They pretended like they didn't hear that one as they turned the corner. They immediately decided to head to the fancier part of town. The part where the police would probably force them away if they dared to even sleep in one of the parks.

Remy loved looking into all of the windows of the expensive stores. They daydreamed about owning fancy clothing and buying a house for their moms. They wanted to be makeup artist or costume designer or both. They wanted to reform people into new shapes.

They stopped by a window and stared at the luxurious makeup products. They made a mental note to try and steal something later. Fray's birthday was coming up and they wanted to give her something nice. None of them had the money to transition in any way so makeup or clothes was the best they could get.

They let themself disappear into the crowd of people on the street while looking for someone to steal from. They spotted a man walking next to a bit shorter man while holding in a baby stroller. Remy walked past them while looking in the other direction. They let their hand trail down into one of the men's pocket and quickly grab what felt like a wallet.

With the wallet hidden under their shirt they began to walk in the other direction. They fell into the crowd but sped up their step while looking for a quick exit route. There was a small alley which they quickly went into.

It'd been a good one. The wallet was filled to the brim with money. They took it out and hid it under their shirt while putting the actual wallet in their pocket.

Remy was too busy with happiness over the money to notice the shadow coming up behind them. Before they knew it a hand had grabbed their shoulder and forced them around. An arm slammed them back first against the wall. It was the man they'd stolen from. His cold yellow eyes seemed to stare into their soul.

They were severely underweight and malnourished so it was easy for the stranger to hold them still. He could probably break their bones with ease, like a toothpick.

Remy threw the wallet in his face. He lightened his grip for a moment because of surprise. They took their chance and shoved him away. They heaved themself up on the trashbin standing beside them and jumped so they grabbed onto the railing of an old rusty fire escape stair case. They landed on the stair case and made a run for it up toward the roof. They'd almost gotten halfway up when they heard a click from behind them.

"This is simply a suggestion but I think you should stop" The stranger said.

He was holding a gun. It was pointing right at Remy. Their heart was beating out of their chest as they moved their shaking hand to take the money out from under their shirt. They threw it down at the stranger who caught it midair. Still he kept pointing the gun at them.

"P-please you'll never see me again after this I promise" They stuttered out "I'm sorry but I-I'll disappear and-d ne-never cause trouble again"

"Get down here, and don't try to run" The man commanded.

It felt like their legs would give out under them as they quickly went down the stairs. They kept their hands over their head "I-I have a family"

"Good for you" The stranger replied druly. He motioned for them get closer.

Tears formed in their eye as the gun only was a few inches away from their chest "P-please" They cried out "If I die- I-I- they're no-not my birth parents- i-if I die no one wi-ill tell them. They won't k-know what happened. P-please take me to th-the police or so-omething instead. Do-o-on't please don't k-kill me"

The stranger's eyes stayed cold and uncaring even as they begged. He lowered the gun and shifted it so he was holding it by the barrel and handing over the magazine part to Remy. He pointed at a specific part of it "Is this point red?"

"N-no"

"Why do you think that is?" Before Remy could answer he continued "The safety trigger is on. Right now I am unable to fire. Besides"

He took off the magazine and showed the inside. It was empty. No bullets. He moved his hand down to his pants pocket and took out a bullet. He loaded the gun in a matter of seconds.

"Now I can hurt you" He said "But I won't"

He handed the gun over to Remy who held it lightly in their shaking hands. Their gaze flickered between the thing in their hands and the stranger. A small smile played on the stranger's lips.

"It took me a while until I realized you'd stolen from me. That's impressive"

He held out his hand. Remy didn't shake it.

"Please call me M. Though most call me Deceit" He sent them a warm smile "And you are?"

"Why would I tell you that?" They hissed out while taking a step back.

"That is a great attitude! So I would be very pleased if you would accompany me for dinner so we could talk about your new job. You can keep the gun by the way. Hell shoot me if you're feeling like you're in danger"

Deceit grabbed their wrist and pulled them with him as he walked out of the alley "Job?? Dinner? Wha- I- Weren't you taking me to the cops or something???" Remy sputtered out.

"Oh honey" Deceit moved his arm around their shoulder. He smiled as he whispered to them "If you accept my offer you will be above the cops"

#not countdown #live and let die #sanders sides #remus sanders #ts remus #ts remy #remy sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #intrusleep #resleep #remsleep #rem^2 #thomas sanders #please feel free to reblog if you like it

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