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valwrite · 4 years ago

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hide & seek; daveed diggs

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summary: Y/N L/N can´t keep a promise. (sequel to leap frog & hopscotch)

warnings: cushion violence.

fic style: drabble.

word count: 1807

author’s note: this is the third and final drabble from the leap frog series. sorry that it’s kind of short and not really as good as the other two, i’ve got a bit of writer’s block right now. like, i have tons of ideas of what i would like to write but, when i try to write, my brain forgets the whole english dictionary and is just like “qué?”.

It was official. Rafael Casal was going to kill Daveed Diggs and Y/N L/N.

The sun had barely risen an hour ago; the air was still crisp with the chill of the night; some people were just making their way home, exhaustion and last night's makeup painting their face, and there Rafa was stood, phone pressed to his ear whilst his fist banged against the oak door repeatedly. He'd spent fifteen minutes in the very same predicament, alternating between calling Daveed and Y/N. Neither of the two were picking up despite the fact he was sure he could hear their phones ringing from indoors.

It was typical, honestly, for the two to pull such a stunt on him. The poor man was juggling having to worry about his friends whereabouts and his own health, which was progressively slipping away from him as his stress levels grew from having both their close relatives breathing down the back of his neck and questioning him on where exactly the two could have disappeared to.

When they both had first agreed to spending the night apart, Rafa was quick to laugh in their faces and tell them they'd find themselves crawling back to the other by the end of the night. Hell, the two barely survived nights apart brought on by work- Rafa had once walked in to Daveed's hotel room and found him asleep whilst Y/N slept on his propped up phone screen, nothing but FaceTime to unite them during their time apart- so how in the name of Hell would they willingly choose to sleep without one another? The satisfaction of his impending "I told you so" was the only thing keeping Rafa going.

“Screw this." He muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Crouching, Rafa picked up a few of the plant pots that decorated the front porch until he found the hidden key.

Quietly, and carefully, he turned the key in the lock. When the door opened, he pushed through slowly and held his breath, awaiting for it to squeak. A squeak never came, meaning two things: Daveed must have fixed the door and Rafa was safe to continue venturing into the home. Of course, he had to continue with the slowed movements and the careful breathing. The last thing he needed was to wake up the couple's four legged friend, that would only lead to an influx of tail wagging and puppy kisses being branded all over him. No, Rafa had to treat this like the most serious game of hide and seek he'd ever taken part in, on the off chance that Daveed was actually alone. The man was never a morning person, so being the person to wake him up, whether by accident or on purpose, was practically a suicide mission. Add that in with a reminder of the fact he'd (possibly) slept alone, Daveed was not going to be a happy bunny.

Rafa made his way through the living room where his eyes couldn't help but focus on the picture frames scattered along their television unit. They held so many stories, most of which he'd been present for and some he'd just been told about by the couple.

There was the cheesy one of them under some mistletoe on their first Christmas together, where Daveed had accidentally tripped over his own two feet and landed chest first into the cake she'd spent the whole day baking. There was the picture from a Warriors match they'd gone to, where Y/N spent most the night near drooling over the players and Daveed had silently prayed he still had a girlfriend by the end of the game. A candid photo of the both of them at some music festival, arms around each other and heads resting on shoulders. A collage section, filled with each cringe worthy matching Halloween costumes they'd worn. A picture of Daveed in a hospital bed, cast around his arm and Y/N sat at his side, their hairs still tousled from the kiss Rafa had walked in on before capturing the moment in a photo. At the time, they'd told him to delete it but the man was adamant they'd thank him one day when they were getting married and they realized that, without his meddling, the two of them would have never ended up on that date, in that hospital room.

With one of those things nearly down, Rafa was just counting down the hours till they came to the epiphany of his involvement in their love blossoming.

As he made his way out of the living room, the sound of a squeaky toy invaded his senses. Confused, Rafa looked down to see he'd stood on one of the dog's toys. All movement froze. He waited a couple heartbeats, to see if the pup had awakened. When no fur-ball came running his way, he assumed it was safe to move again.

The kitchen was up next. Rafa held back a laugh at the matching Mr & Mrs aprons which were hung up, mentally storing the reminder to mock them about it in his speech later on. A cupboard was slowly pulled open, a large bowl- in which countless of his favorite goodies were made by top baker Y/N- was lowered out of it and the tap was switched on, water trickling out of it and directly into the dish he was holding up.

Rafa now had to move more carefully than ever, his eyes flicking back and forth between the floor in front of him and the sloshing water in the bowl. But he had made his way safely up the stairs, down the hall and, now, he was finally rounding the corner to their shared bedroom. He could see the door had been left half open and, like the most tense scene in a thriller, Rafa took one step, two steps, three steps before he stumbled upon the exact image he'd been awaiting.

There they lay in bed, all shamelessly tangled up in silk sheets and limbs. His head on her pillow, her face buried in his neck. Casual sleepwear adorned them both- much to Rafa's own relief - whilst their outfits from the night before were strewn across the whole room. Each of their chests rose and fell in sync with one another, their breathing more peaceful than that of a monk. They so perfectly detailed what it meant to wholeheartedly be in love with someone, with no real effort whatsoever. It was such a shame Rafa was about to ruin their whole picture perfect sleep.

Eyeing the dog bed, Rafa affirmed that the pup was peacefully off in dreamland, with no sign of waking up and ruining his little surprise. He tiptoed from there onward, making his way around the king sized bed, stepping over abandoned cushions and swerving between articles of clothing. Panic coursed through him as Daveed let out a groan, rolling over where he lay. When the man's eyes remained shut, Rafa continued his careful journey to his best friend's bedside. After snapping a few pictures of the sleeping, unsuspecting fools, he lifted the bowl of water, carefully balancing it over them with his hands.

The first few drops fell onto the pillow, but the rest? They completely soaked Daveed and Y/N (mostly Daveed, he was Rafa's main target after all) and sent them both flying out of bed, eyes still half shut and wet hair dripping water all over the place. The first thing they noticed was Rafa, bent over at the waist, hand clutching his sides as laughter shook through his rib-cage.

“What the fuck, dude?” Y/N was the first one to speak, as she picked up and threw one of the cushions at Rafa, who smoothly ducked from her aim.

“What time is it?” Daveed had sat back on the bed at this point, shoulders hunched as he tried to find his phone.

“It's eight am.” Rafa passed him his phone. “And don't you what the fuck? me." He put on a high pitched voice as he addressed Y/N, dodging another one of her cushion attacks.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You do in my head.” Another cushion, this time it actually whacked him on the thigh. “I told you guys you wouldn't sleep apart and you two agreed to the bet, the forfeit being I get to dump a bowl of water over you both.”

“Hey, this isn't my fault.” Daveed stood up again, reaching for a pair of sweatpants off the floor. The bundle of fur had woken up by then, barking at Y/N's feet until she reached down to pick him up. “I was here alone last night, ready to sleep alone when she showed up at the door. She forced me to lose.”

“Oh, please!” Rafa was glad to see Y/N redirect her flying cushions at Daveed. “You practically dragged me into bed last night. I didn't force anything on you.”

“It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to turn away a tired woman at my door.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I brought it back just for you, babe.”

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket reminded Rafa of the fact that this was no ordinary day, where the two idiots in front of him had the entire morning to have meaningless arguments. Today, they were all on a strict schedule and Rafa was half responsible for making sure it all went well.

“As fun as this is,” He paused, redirecting his complete attention to Y/N. “you have a car waiting for you outside, to take you back to your parents home to get ready. So, with all due respect, fuck off and let me get D ready for you.”

“Fine, whatever, I'm going.” He could tell she wasn't really as bothered as she tried to seem, especially from the way her shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. “Be warned, Rafa, if you try take credit for our relationship in your speech, I will not hesitate to deck you in front of my whole family. Capiche?”

“You know, it's not too late to change your mind, Y/N. There's still a chance to rekindle our old flame and reenact that kiss we shared years ago.”

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Daveed made his way over to Y/N's side and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “That's my wife you're speaking to.”

“Not yet, Diggs.” Rafa grabbed at the other man's arm, stripping him away from Y/N as the two tried to share a kiss. “Save that for the altar, you two.”

The couple collectively let out a frustrated sigh as Rafa guided her out of the house, both aware of the fact that the next time they locked eyes, they'd be swearing eternal fidelity and love to one another and, as much as neither would admit it out loud, they owed it all to Rafa and his gossiping ways.

#daveed x reader #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs fluff #daveed diggs oneshot #daveed diggs fanfiction #daveed diggs imagine #daveed diggs scenario #daveed diggs drabble #daveed diggs hamilton #daveed diggs clipping.#valwrite #daveed diggs x y/n

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conker345 · 4 years ago

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Broken Bonds

So this is my first story that I’m actually posting. Lmk how I did and what I can do to improve

*ding ding*

Asmo’s D.D.D. went off with a text. He groaned at the sound and looked at the painfully bright screen as his room was pitch black.

Lucifer: Asmo, dinner is ready. Will you be joining us?

Asmo stared at the screen hesitate to respond.

*ding ding*

Lucifer: I understand if you want to stay in your room. We miss having you have dinner with us.

Lucifer: I can bring it up if you like?

Asmo: I don’t feel like eating…

Lucifer: Can you please eat something? I am worried about you.

Asmo closes his phone, wishing to longer speak. He doesn’t want to do anything. Not after that day. The pain still surging through his body like it was still fresh. How long has it been? A few weeks? A month or two?? He can’t remember anymore.

Asmo covers his head up with the blankets on his bed, which are still soaking from his face. Even though he stopped crying hours ago. Not that he wasn’t upset, but his body could no longer continue the constant flow of this heartbreak. Asmo tries to close his eyes again. Hoping to sleep. It’s the only way to see him again. To hear his laugh, talk to him like they always did, or convince him to go to some crap club to drink and dance the night away. Hell, to even hear his sassy, smart ass remarks would be treasured. For him text, call, ANYTHING. Wishing, praying for him to walk through the door and tell him it was all nightmare.

As he felt the sleep take him, he felt the stab. The reminder of why he was praying the way he was. He could feel the strain against his chest as he struggled to breath. Each breath burned in his throat and with each passing moment his heart felt as it would give out from sorrow. He clung to the pillow and buried his face in hopes to silence his screams so his brothers would not worry any longer. Trying as hard as he could, Asmo struggled not to scream as loud as he wanted to; to let out all the fear and pain that resided in him. Asmo hoped that this crying fit will have him pass out again since he hasn’t been able to sleep unless from exhaustion.

Asmo recalls the day, the moment he felt him missing. He was eating dinner with his brother as normal. Levi and Mammon fighting over money, Belphie and Satan talking shit about Lucifer, as Lucifer tried to keep order, and Beel still stuffing his face with food like its his last meal. Asmo was laughing along, when he went cold. ‘What is this? Why is something off’ He pondered only moment then he realized. Asmo assumed he went pale cause his thoughts were interrupted. “Everything alright Asmo?” Lucifer asked suddenly, grabbing the attention of the others as the starred at the concerned faced that was Asmo. Tears flooded his eyes. “..he.. he’s..gone” “Who? What are you talking about?” Satan replied. “Solomon. I can’t feel him anymore. Somethings wrong!” the panic in Asmo’s words overflowed. “What do ya mean? Feel him?” Mammon’s just falling out of his face as normal. Asmo begins to sob as the pain and emptiness he feels over takes him “I have to call him. I need to make sure he is alright..” Asmo leaves the table to call. No answer. Asmo begins to feel something he has only felt once before. Loss. “N-no no no no. He is ok. He has to be ok. He is okay right?! He just has to be.” he tries again, and again, and again. Crumpling to the floor with the thing he fears most in that moment, the thing he can feel in his heart, was true.

The sting from the memory brings Asmo back to his room. The only place he would let himself be. He wished to be alone. Unwilling to do most things that he usually loved doing: his skin care routine, makeup, painting his nails, baths, all of it seem pointless. Asmo bellows the name of his lost love into his pillow as his mind has thought of nothing else since. “Why! Why are you gone?! You.. why did you leave me? I.. miss you so much, Sol.” Sobs in between words. Clutching his pillow tighter and tighter as his misery increased through his entire being. He felt weak, dying by the second. ‘Maybe this is when I can sleep again.’ A wishful thought.

That’s when Asmo thought heard a knock at his door. He did not respond. The door creeps open. “Mo?” a voice sounded so small Asmo almost missed it. ‘Oh good a dream.’ He thought hoping for it to come into light as he tried to relax, but still clinging the pillow. “Mo? I was told you were in here. Is..is it ok if I come over?” the voice said a bit louder this time. He still didn’t respond since this is how most of his dreams started and getting too excited would wake him up and the dream would be gone. Foot steps could be heard coming closer. He feels the bed dips, but a had then touches his back and begins to rub small circles. Asmo freezes. ‘Wait, did he… just touch me? And.. its warm. Its never been warm before?’ The demon sits, stuck in time as he is trying to process to what is going on. His dreams could get almost everything about him right BUT that touch. His light touch Solomon did that expressed all his feelings. The love, care, and warmth that Solomon’s hands could produced was the one thing his dreams could not replicate, but now he could feel it. On his back.

“Asmo..” the voice calls him out of his thoughts. Asmo then springs from his blankets only to lock eyes with the the pair he has longed for. “…I’m sorry it took so long. Who knew traveling through the eight layers would be so difficult!” he chuckled. Asmo reach out, caressed the face he could only see in his dreams “Sol? Is that really you?! Please tell me this isn’t a dream!” the demon choked out in fear. “Yes Mo, its me.” Solomon leaned into the touched “You’re still as beautiful as the day I left.” The sorcerer managed to get out without stammering, as he too, has been fighting each day to come find his love that he did not mean to leave behind. Asmo collapsed into Solomon’s arms “I’ve missed you so much! Do NOT ever leave me again!” he cries into his chest “My heart wouldn’t be able to take it.” Solomon lets his tears fall at the confession of his beloved. The sorcerer then grabs the other by the chins and gently places his lips to theirs. It was soft, long, and slow. Almost as he was apologizing for each day he was gone. The passion in the kiss was high but it was filled with longing for two hearts to return to each other. Solomon breaks the kiss but leans his head onto the other “I never leaving your side again. I promise. I love you” Solomon says flawlessly and the tears streaming but the smile was bright. “I love you too, Sol.” Asmo whimpers out but has the biggest grin on his face.

Unbeknownst to them, the demon brothers were outside the door looking in. All sighing with relief to see that their brother is finally smiling again. Finally happy again.

#obey me #solomon #om! asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #asmo obey me #swd om #solomon obey me

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doc-pickles · 4 years ago

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not this time around

Fun Fact: This song, as sad as it is, is one of my favorite Taylor songs. I went back and forth on whether I wanted to use this song but at the end of the day I really really did. And it hurt.

So yeah… this is sad, probably the saddest piece I wrote this week and possibly will ever write for Jolex. I had been putting off watching 16x16 (I knew what happened, I had read Alex’s letter) because I just couldn’t do it. But I did it and GOD it hurt me in ways I didn’t anticipate. Not just Jo’s hurt, but everyone’s. And the flashbacks… god it was awful.

But I knew i needed to watch it and I wrote this immediately after watching it. So this fic is written from my agony over Jo and Alex’s story coming to a definitive end. Without further ado, Jo’s thoughts during ‘Leave a Light On’ and my take on her processing Alex’s departure.

Could've loved you all my life

If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

And you got your share of secrets

And I'm tired of being last to know

And now you're asking me to listen

Cause it's worked each time before

The heaviness that had lingered in Jo for weeks on end hit an all time low when Link handed her the letter. It was an inevitability at this point, something Jo had simultaneously prayed for and hoped would never come. She brushed off the feeling and mentally prepared herself for the harsh reality of whatever her husband had gotten himself into during the few weeks he had been away from her.

Dear Jo…

Breath catching in her throat, Jo read through Alex’s letter with a streak of fear and horror coursing through her. The more she read, the worse the feeling got. The heaviness she had been feeling for so long was now replaced by the sensation of a lion sitting on her chest, unrelenting to her cries for help or relief, unmoving as she read line after line. And then, all of a sudden, the breath she had been holding back broke forward with a sob, her chest constricting tightly.

What's also true is I'm in love with Izzie.

The words that Alex had so simply written on the lined piece of paper reached forward and grabbed Jo, holding her heart hostage as she replayed through every conversation, every word in passing over the past eight years where Alex had assured her time and time again that he had no feelings whatsoever for his ex wife. I picture her as happy as I am with you. Jo’s eye scanned the paper, devouring each line as if the words weren’t ripping her insides to shreds. She didn’t want to believe them, didn’t want to picture Alex somewhere in Kansas with Izzie living out the years they didn’t get to spend together.

But Izzie had my kids. And I know you get what that really means.

Jo read the line once, twice, four times before the words had registered fully and she let the letter drop from her shaking hands. The fear that she had been hoping wasn’t real for years on end was in ink before her, the words screaming at her that she was right. Biting back the urge to vomit, Jo placed her head in her hands as she let tears stream freely down her face. She didn’t need to read the rest of the letter, not really. Because in any universe that included the possibility of Alex having children out there in the world, he would choose them over anything and everything that might stop him.

I wish getting everything I always wanted didn't have to hurt you in the process.

The nagging insecurity Jo had pushed back for so long came rushing back into her chest full force, almost knocking the breath out of her lungs. Why wasn’t she good enough? Not good enough for her mom, not good enough for Paul… And now she would never be good enough for Alex either. She hadn’t given him children, she hadn’t given him the family that he craved. Maybe that’s why he ran to Meredith so often, to catch fleeting moments of the feeling that he was a part of something bigger than him, bigger than them. Jo couldn't hold a candle to Izzie, to a farmhouse with muffins cooling on the windowsill, with kids running towards Alex and screaming ‘Daddy!’ as he reached his arms out to catch them.

Oh, you deserve everything good in this life, Jo. I hope you find so much better than me.

Jo tried to read the words in front of her, but she couldn’t anymore. Her tears had blocked her vision out, the words appearing blurry as she held back one sob after another until they all broke through and she was embarrassingly sobbing in the resident’s lounge. How on earth did Alex think that there was anyone better for her than him? After the hurt and pain she had walked in this lifetime, Jo knew that the best thing in the world for her was the man who laid in her bed every night whispering promises to her and kissing her so fiercely that every kiss felt like the first one. He didn't sleep in her bed anymore though, he never would again.

Jo would never again hold him like she had so many nights, she would never feel the touch of his hand against hers as they passed in the hallways. Never again would Jo be able to relish in the way Alex’s body fit together with hers so well as they made love, she wouldn’t get to laugh at his corny jokes or make fun of him when he cried at rom coms with her.

Because Alex was gone.

A shaking breath escaped Jo, her hand clutching her heart as she took one deep breath. While it was true that she had been to hell and back and Alex had helped save her from that, Jo also knew that now it was her turn to save herself. The pain and agony of losing the person who meant the most to her in the world would not tear her to the ground. She had worked too hard to let herself fall now. She would hold her head high and she would move forward with grace.

Because Alex had left.

Alex had left, he wasn’t dead and he hadn’t been forced out of her life. He had chosen to leave Seattle, leave Jo, leave Meredith and the beautiful life and career he had fought tooth and nail for. And for that one distinction, for the fact that Alex had chosen a path that didn’t include her, she wouldn’t spend anymore tears on him because he wasn’t worth it. Because after they had built a life together, chosen each other more times than she could count, he had walked out.

And it wasn’t the fact that he had left her for his kids, she understood that more than anyone just as he had assumed. It was the cowardice and the pain he had inflicted on her by choosing to write a fucking letter instead of coming home and saying goodbye like a normal human being. They could’ve talked, could’ve worked their issues out. They could’ve stayed together and worked on building this new life...

But Alex didn't want that, he wanted Izzie and his kids. He wanted what Jo didn’t give him. So Jo would say goodbye silently, she would stand tall and proud and not drive to Kansas to try and drive him back to be with her like she so desperately wanted to.

She would let Alex Karev go, even if it killed her.

I'm sorry. I don't know how to end this. I don't want to. Goodbye.

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fic #tsjolexweek #jolex fanfic #taylor swift #you’re not sorry #nina writes #greys anatomy fanfic #jolex fanficiton

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years ago

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⁂ Push Your Limit (Initial D) Act 2

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Author’s Note: This is the author’s note I posted once upon a time when I posted this on Quizilla lol This chapter also has some terminology at the end.

“And here’s ACT 2~ What did you think? Did the end leave you drooling for more? Did it leave you on the edge of your seat? With that, I bid you goodnight (or day), ‘Zilla~”

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Bring. Bring.

“Hello? Fujiwara Tofu Shop.” Pause. “Hey, Tak! You plannin’ to sleep all day? Wake up! Phone’s for you!” Bunta called from downstairs.

You yawned as you sat at the table in the living room in front of the TV. Once you and Tak had come back from making the tofu deliveries, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep, so you just decided to just stay up.

“Tell Iggy I’ll call back!” Tak called from upstairs.

“I’d pick up the phone, Tak,” Bunta responded. You looked over at him curiously, but you were too tired to ask who it was.

Tak pulled himself out of bed with a yawn and down the stairs, picking up the phone that his dad had left on hold. “Hey, Iggy. What’s goin’ on?” seconds later, his eyes widened slightly, a look of surprise on his face. Apparently, it wasn’t Iggy.

With a shrug, you laid your head down on the wooden table, a yawn passing your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

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“What?! All this time Tak has an Eight-Six at his place?! Is this some kind of joke, Cole?” Iggy clung to Cole’s arm, face twisted in disbelief. Tak was standing off to the side, bored, as he waited for another customer to show up at the gas station where the three worked.

You were there, as well, sitting just inside the building, drinking a soda. You didn’t actually work there, but you tended to stop by and help out when you had nothing better to do.

“Nope. No joke.”

“Tak, you bonehead!” Iggy punched Tak’s cheek, just hard enough for him to feel it. “Why did you keep this secret from me?”

“I didn’t keep it a secret,” Tak let his hand cover the cheek that had just been hit by his overexcited monkey of a friend, “I didn’t even know what it was. It says Trueno on it, I figured it was a Trueno, you say it’s an eight-six, I just read the label.”

You grinned at how annoyed Iggy was getting, how smug Cole looked, and how clueless Tak seemed.

“Why you – I oughta…” Iggy clenched his fists in front of him, teeth clenched in annoyance.

Tak held his fists up as well until Iggy moved to stand behind him, one hand cupping his mouth while the other held onto Tak’s shoulder. “Listen, old buddy, I was thinking you could do us a favor. Ask your pops if you can bag the eight-six for a bit next Saturday night.”

“What for?”

Iggy turned slightly blue, “Are you an idiot?! So we can go watch the SpeedStars and the RedSuns battle it out on Akina! That’s what for. After we watched all that go down last night, I am so stoked on street racing.”

Cole, who was listening in, nodded in the background, happy that Iggy was taking such a liking to street racing.

“Come on~ Don’t you want to watch Akagi’s fastest drivers, the Takahashi brothers?”

Tak looked at you, pulling a face. “No, not really.”

Next thing, Iggy had a hold on Tak’s throat, choking him, “What?! You loser! How can you say that!? You know how clutch this is to me?!” He released his grip, and Tak breathed in much-needed air as his best friend got on his knees, hands held together as if he was praying, “Alright, I’m begging. Let me ride in your eight-xix on Saturday night. Please~?”

“Hey, Iggy. You can propose marriage later. There’s a customer waiting.” The boss appeared, a slightly annoyed look on his face. You nearly spit out your soda from laughter.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Iggy murmured.

“Can we help you?” The pair chorused to the customer who had just pulled up. Boss let a smile come to his face at the pair, and you felt yourself doing the same. No matter how annoying they may be, it was impossible to hate them.

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“Wow. That’s the drift king. Check it out, he’s amazing!” Iggy and Cole were sitting inside the gas station during their brake, watching the drift king on TV. Both of them were only about a foot away from the TV screen, eyes glued to the king of drift. Tak was sitting farther away, reading a magazine. You were sitting on the same couch as Cole, close to Tak. You were listening to what was said but your eyes were closed, covered by your hat.

“Looks like he can control it with just the gas pedal,” Cole said in amazement.

“Hey, Tak. Don’t you wish we could go out there right now and drift just as easy as the drift king does?”

“Sure,” he answered absentmindedly.

“Check out this guy’s technique! Way cool!”

“Sure.”

“Huh?” Iggy turned around to look at Tak, annoyed. “You listening to me?”

“Sure,” he paused before looking up, blinking dumbly. “Huh?”

“You don’t got a clue what we’re talking about. I’ll bet you don’t even know what a drift is.”

“O-Of course I know what a drift is.”

Cole turned to look at him, as well. Iggy crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright, Mr. Expert, ‘splain it to me. I’m all ears.”

The boss had also entered the room and stood behind the chair that Tak sat in, taking a drag from the cigarette he held in his hand. He was looking on with a hint of amusement.

“Uhh… well… see, in a curve – ” Tak started.

“Don’t use the word ‘curve’, it’s uncool. Street racers just say corner.” Iggy corrected.

“Oh… yeah, okay then. In a corner, all you have to do is make the front tires slide along,” he held his hands up like he was turning the steering wheel. “So that the car doesn’t face the inside.”

“Heh?” Iggy and Cole looked at each other before clutching their sides with laughter. “Tak, that’s hysterical! If the front tires are sliding, that’s called understeer, which is totally wack! It’s for people with zero skillage!”

“Skillage?” you parroted with a scoff. “but Tak is the uncool one.”

Iggy scowled, sticking his tongue out at you.

“A real racer knows that a true drift isn’t in the front, bro, it’s in the rear,” Cole told him, eyes wet from laughing so hard. “That was pretty funny, Tak.”

“Yeah, you should do stand up comedy.”

Boss shook his head. “Alright, let’s get to work! We got a customer!”

“Oh, right!” Tak stood up, heading outside to greet the customer, “Welcome!” he bowed, “Right this way!”

Cole put his hat back on, following after Tak. He was shocked to see the yellow FD pull up. You had followed them out and, upon seeing the car, stood behind them, observing. Tak walked over to the driver’s side, where the blonde had rolled down the window.

“High octane. And fill it up.”

“Right,” While the gas was being automatically pumped into the car, Cole and Tak took to washing the windows of the yellow FD.

“You’ve got quite the ride there.” Cole suddenly said, gaining the attention of the blonde, who seemed to be deep in thought until he spoke.

“Huh?” his eyes shifted towards the open window, where Cole stood; he was washing the front windshield. The blonde’s eyes shifted to Cole’s S13 that sat off to the side. “I get it. I thought I’d seen that S13 somewhere before. The SpeedStars, am I right?” his finger tapped against the gear shift, “Let me ask you a question. I figure if anyone knows the answer, you should.”

Cole looked over, cautious about what the blonde would ask. Your curiosity was heightened, as well, as you moved closer to Tak, listening intently to what he said.

“Is there a ghost racer on Mt. Akina? A ghost who drives a super fast eight-six?”

Your eyes narrowed at him through the back windshield. If he was asking about the eight-six, then that meant he was gonna try and go after Tak.

“That’s weird. This guy plannin’ to fly?” Tak muttered under his breath, inspecting the wing on the back of the blonde’s FD. He hadn’t heard a word that KT had uttered.

“Sorry, dude, but I don’t know anything about ghosts around here,” Cole responded as he folded the rag he had used on the windows.

“Hmm. Okay, the part about the ghost was a joke, but there’s a black and white panda Trueno. On the outside, it’s a normal eight-six, but on the inside, this thing’s an incredible beast. You live around here, you can’t tell me you never heard of it!”

Cole remained silent.

You scowled. What was it about this blonde that pissed you off so bad? His cocky attitude? His money? His tone? Or maybe it was more simple than that. Maybe it was just because he was one of the famous Takahashi brothers.

“Alright then. If that’s the secret weapon you’re planning for this Saturday’s meet, that’s cool with me. Tell the driver of the eight-six I’ve got a message for him: I’ve never lost to the same driver two times in a row.”

“Huh?” Cole was shocked.

You smirked, glancing at Tak who remained oblivious.

“I only dropped this last time because I didn’t know the course.” he continued.

“Didn’t know the course, my fucking ass.” You scoffed, not caring that the blonde had heard you.

He glared at you before continuing. “It won’t happen again, he’s going down.” With that, the blonde took off, his tires screeching.

‘He’s already taken out one of the famous Takahashi brothers. That’s my Tak~’ you smiled proudly.

“Thanks for coming!” Tak bowed as the FD took off down the street.

Suddenly, Cole’s eyes widened as he turned around to look at Tak who looked at him confused.

You threw your arm around Tak’s shoulders, steering him back toward the station. ‘Looks like he finally figured it out.’

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The sound of Tak’s alarm clock beeping managed to wake up both Tak and yourself, despite you sleeping in the room next door. The clock read four-forty-five in the morning.

After washing your faces, both of you headed outside where Bunta was waiting. Tak got into the driver’s seat, starting up the car. You hopped into the passenger seat, letting a yawn slip past your lips. He revved up the car, turning the foglights on while Bunta grabbed a paper cup, using the water hose to fill it with water. He dumped a small amount out before heading to the driver’s side, handing the cup to Tak.

“Alright. This is the haul for today.”

“Hmm?” Tak stared at the water for a minute before looking at his father, a look of annoyance crossing his face. “You fill it a little higher every time.”

“That’s right. Just don’t spill any.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Tak set the cup in the cup holder before taking off. He tackled the uphill, speed gradually increasing. As he came to the corner, he hit the brakes, shifting gears as he began to drift. His eyes moved to the water in the cup that rolled around the rim.

You smirked, pulling the hat down over your eyes. You loved it when Tak was driving because it gave you a chance to rest before you got to the hotel. As he exited the turn, the water returned to normal and his eyes returned to the road. The same happened with each turn until you both arrived at the hotel.

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“Eh? Tak! Hey, where’d ya go?!” He took off in search of his best friend, who was climbing the stairs inside the school building.

“Hey, hold up!” he hopped up to the same step Tak was on. You appeared behind them, having just turned the corner to go up the stairs. “What’s the matter with you? I know you’re a little jealous of my talent, but you don’t have to up and ditch me.”

“I’m not…”

Both of their attention trailed off as two girls came walking down the steps. From their current position, they were low enough on the stairs to get a panty shot just as the girls walked down from the top of the stairs. Being the hormonal teenagers that they were, the pair watched in amazement, as if that was the most amazing thing they had ever seen. You could see small lines of pink across Tak’s cheeks.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the perversion of the pair.

“You see that?” Iggy began, as the two girls disappeared around the corner.

“You some kind of a pervert or somethin’?” Tak asked, looking at Iggy.

“Huh? Of course not! What do you think I am, it should be against the law to let babes wear their skirts that short?”

You sweatdropped, “You were just doing the same thing, Tak.”

“I was not,” he muttered, looking away.

“I think the school should make a new rule that – ” he stopped mid-sentence, hitting Tak’s shoulder with his own. Both boys looked up with predatory eyes at the girl that stood at the top of the stairs. When she stopped walking, both boys looked up to see who it actually was.

“Hi, Tak, how’s it goin’?” Natalie waved her hand, a smile on her face.

“Uhhh… Natalie!” Both boys leaned back slightly, surprised to see her.

“Oh, perfect timing! I want to talk to you, come on, Tak, hurry!” She grabbed Tak’s wrist and pulled him away.

“Uhh, well, hey, I was just – !”

“That blows! Why doesn’t that kind of thing ever happen to me?!” Iggy complained.

You deadpanned at him. “Because you’re an obnoxious pervert.”

“Hey, that’s rude, Y/N!”

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“Hello? Anyone here?” Cole stepped inside the Fujiwara Tofu shop. “‘Scuse me? Anyone?”

Hearing the familiar voice, you stopped at the stairs. “Oi, Bunta! Customer,”

“Yeah, I heard ya. Gimme a minute.” Bunta responded from upstairs.

You stepped through the doorway, leaning against the wall. “‘Sup, Cole?”

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“I live here, fool.”

“You do?” His brow furrowed. “Are you and Tak -”

“What can I get ya?” Bunta questioned, walking in to stand a few feet in front of Cole, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, as it usually did.

Cole didn’t answer, looking Bunta up and down.

We exchanged a look before Bunta spoke up again. “What’re you gonna have? Hello?”

“Uhh, uhh, uhh..” Cole scanned over the items quickly before pointing to one at random. “Fried tofu, please.”

“You got it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen. I uhh… My name is Cole and I’m with a street racing team called the Akina SpeedStars. I… The truth is, I heard a rumor that the fastest downhill driver on Akina is an eight-six driven by a guy who owns a tofu shop.”

“I don’t know where you heard that story, but it’s not me. ‘Fraid I can’t help ya.”

“Look, this is really important. I scoped out the whole city and I know this is the only tofu shop around with an eight-six.”

“That’s some dedication, bud.” You commented.

“Here ya go,” Bunta held out the bag of fried tofu. “Buck twenty-five.”

“Uhh, oh yeah.” Cole reached into his pocket, taking out the money.

“Bye, bye.” Bunta waved him off, turning to go back into the store, but Cole wasn’t having it.

“Look, the thing is… I’m in a bit of a jam. Come on, man! Won’t you at least hear me out?”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

“What are you talking about? I’m the only one in the joint, It’s dead in here!”

“That’s fucking rude,” you scowled, narrowing your eyes at him.

Bunta stepped back, knowing that Cole had a point. He regained his composure a few seconds later. “I admit it’s a little slow, but the kid’s right, that’s pretty rude.”

“Not a kid, old man.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I’m a little desperate.” Cole rubbed the back of his head, “Okay, listen. A team called the Akagi RedSuns challenged us to a time attack battle. The RedSuns have some drivers on their team with some serious skills. Nobody on our team can even come close to competing with them but this is our turf, our mountain, and there’s no way we’re gonna lose on it!” His fists clenched at his sides in determination.

“Your mountain?” You scoffed. “You write your name on it in sharpie or somethin’?”

“That’s something a kid would say,” Bunta sent you a look before turning back to Cole.”Okay, but what do you expect me to do about it?”

“Mr. Fujiwara, I want you to show me what it takes to tackle Mt. Akina.”

Bunta lit the cigarette that was in his mouth, exhaling smoke before speaking. “I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.”

“Anything you could show me! Even if you could make me a tenth of a second faster. I’m begging you!”

“I know how you’re feeling, son, but driving technique is not something you study for a day or two like a math test. In order to get the car to do what you want, you have to live and breathe the course twenty-four-seven. You know, when I was actively racing I was running Akina even in my dreams. Technique is something that can be neither taught nor learned. You have to find it inside yourself.”

“Huh, the old man actually said something kinda cool.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Cole sighed.

“Sorry about that. I wish I could help ya out.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’ll be back.” Cole promised before getting into his S13 and taking off.

You and Bunta exchanged a look.

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* Terminology:

Camshaft SOHC vs DOHC

The camshaft is a metal shaft with lobes on it that actuates intake and exhaust valves.

Single refers to engines that have one camshaft per cylinder head (AE85 Levin).

Double refers to engines that have two camshafts per cylinder head (AE86 Trueno).

Overhead refers to the placement of the camshaft in the engine block. Overhead cam engines have the camshafts situated above the valves while many older pushrod engines have the camshafts placed below the valves.

Single Overhead Cam (S0HC) engines only have one camshaft per cylinder head that is responsible for actuating the intake and exhaust valves. Most camshafts can only operate a total of two valves per cylinder limiting the amount of intake and exhaust gases the engine can take in and expel, thereby limiting the power the engine can make. The AE85 has a SOHC 4-cylinder engine with a total of 8 valves.

Dual Overhead Cam (DOHC) engines have two camshafts per cylinder head. One cam operates the action of the intake valves while the other operates the exhaust valves. This allows for a total of 2 intake and exhaust valves per cylinder, allowing for a higher intake and exhaust flow resulting in a higher power engine. The AE86 has a DOHC 4-cylinder engine with a total of 16 valves.

Standard Differential

A standard differential will allow both drive wheels to spin at the same speed on straightaways. However, during cornering, the outside drive wheel will spin faster than the wheel on the inside, allowing for an uneven transfer of power to the wheel.

L.S.D. – Limited Slip Differential

A mechanism that allows both drive wheels to spin at the same speed during straightaways and more importantly, during cornering. An internal clutch mechanism forces both wheels to spin at the same speed during cornering allowing for an even power transfer to both drive wheels. This has the side effect of making it easier to get a car to go into oversteer – a key component of drifting.

Muffler – A device attached to the exhaust pipe meant to reduce engine noise by using specially designed internal baffles and resonators. Most stock mufflers put performance considerations aside, in the interest of reducing noise. While smaller engines do not need a certain amount of backpressure to operate properly, most stock mufflers create too much back pressure and therefore reduce the performance capability of the engine. Aftermarket mufflers reduce the amount of backpressure on the engine and as a result, allow more noise to escape.

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lilith-lovett · 5 years ago

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Found Families - Home is Where the Hart is - Chapter Seven

Finally, I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. I recently finished chapter eight which turned out to be a lot longer than I expected.but now I am on holiday I have a lot more time to be writing which means more chapters (hopefully). So, I hope you enjoy this update.

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Summary: Logan struggles with his guilt and Patton has an important question for him.

Word Count: 3296

Warnings: Implied child abuse, nightmares, bullying, panic attack, self- deprecation and anxiety. (If there are any I have missed please let me know).

For the third night in a row, Logan’s few hours of peace had been disturbed by frightening night terrors. Visions of that night. The ever constant looming presence of Madame Claire in the dark crevices and a new addition. The chilling distorted laughter, which replayed again and again like a broken record, reverberating against his skull, strangely familiar to the mocking laughter of his room-mates. He woke abruptly, unable to breathe, his entire body shook violently and his chest burned as if a fire had been lit from within his chest. It took fifth-teen minutes for Logan to calm himself down completely, primarily through Patton’s surprisingly helpful grounding techniques with his blanket and headphones and his own repetitive habits but it felt like hours. Once the pain eventually eased and his cathartic rhythm returned to normal he collapsed onto his bed, knowing he would not be falling asleep any time soon so instead he pulled out his book from beneath his pillow in attempt to distract himself from the spiraling thoughts.

Logan, once his distraction methods no longer proved effective, got up as quietly as he could before their morning wake up call. Quickly dressing, the bruises on the back of his legs had faded from a vibrant purple to a light blue mixed with a sickly yellow but the pain was still there. Inspecting his appearance, the effects of his lack of sleep were growing increasingly visible. A deep purple bruised his under-eyes, too pale skin stretched too thin, even his eyes appeared dull and lifeless. Splashing water onto his face did little to mask the tiredness he felt deep within his bones but instead of crawling back into his bed to sleep the day away, he forced himself up and out of the dorm towards the dining hall. It was deserted, since he presumably was the only one awake but he brought some of his study materials and his book with him to occupy the time until Mrs Davis’s inevitable arrival, signifying the time when he would be forced to face Patton again. The weight of guilt heavier than the weight of the newly mended headphones around his neck. He reached up to stroke the plastic, avoiding the rough tape which only acted as a reminder of Madame Claire’s cutting words.

He must have placed a lot of trust in you.

I’ll make sure you’ll never see him again.

Logan’s heart rate spiked once again as he recalled Madame Claire’s speech. His chest spasmed painfully as the voice replayed again and again, refusing to quiet until in a frantic attempt to silence the hurtful words he shoved the headphones over his ears muffling all outside noise. He breathed a sigh of relief at the pleasant, grounding weight and the voice - thankfully - eventually dissipated. He slumped back into his chair, discarding his textbooks for a few fleeting moments of peace until his dreaded meeting with Patton. Not that he didn’t want to spend time with Patton. He was terrified. Of messing up, of saying the wrong thing, of breaking one of his rules and Patton rejecting him, ultimately proving Madame Claire and everyone else right. Proving that he was unlovable.

The arrival of Mrs Davis broke Logan out of his mental spiral, leading him towards the bathrooms to make himself presentable before depositing him in the meeting room where he waited anxiously for Patton arrival. Unable to pull himself away from his routed position at the window. Watching blurry shapes pass outside. Searching for one which remotely resembled Patton. Mentally preparing himself for the inevitable rejection, but there was a minuscule part of him who believed Patton would understand. Could he allow himself to consider that to be the case? After all of the rejection he had faced in the past, believing someone genuinely liked and wanted to talk to him was difficult to comprehend having been silenced before.

Logan’s entire body jerked involuntarily, the minute the caught sight of Patton sunshine yellow rain coat. He was here. There was no escaping now. He had to face him and if he ultimately left, realising his mistake in choosing Logan he wouldn’t blame him but that didn’t prevent him from internally praying for the opposite. He settled himself in the armchair, sliding the bookmark out from between the pages of his book - which had managed to escape the altercation last night mostly unscathed except for a few crumpled pages - but he keep his gaze placed firmly on the door, waiting in anxious anticipation for Patton’s arrival. Logan reached up to the headphones around his neck, to stroke the cool plastic in attempt to ease the churning of his stomach which worked momentarily until he heard the light footsteps approaching the meeting room causing his heart rate to spike once again.

When Patton entered his face split into a wide grin when he saw Logan. He shrugged off his rain coat revealing a baby blue coloured button down, paired with a white and indigo polka dot patterned neck tie and grey dress trousers underneath. More professional than Logan had ever seen him dress however it wasn’t without his typical grey cardigan wrapped shoulders making the outfit uniquely wacky but completely Patton.

“Hiya Logan!” Patton explained, lowering himself into the bean bag adjacent to Logan’s armchair, his smile widening even further than Logan believed was humanly possible upon noticing the book in his hands and headphones resting around his neck.

Guilt coiled around his heart like a snake coiled around its prey, when he saw Patton’s gaze flicker to the headphones. He did not yet know was being held together by tape. His fingertips curled around his book until his knuckles turned white and he quickly averted his eyes away from Patton’s sunshine gaze which unfortunately didn’t escape Patton’s notice.

“Hey kiddo, are you okay? You are looking a little Low-gan,” Patton said a look of concern painted across his face. Logan tilted his head in confusion at Patton’s statement.

“Was that a…” Logan began as Patton burst into a fit of giggles, startling Logan as he watched Patton snort and chuckle openly.

“A dad-joke. Yeah, I have habit of making them,” Patton explained an almost nervous smile stretching across his lips. “I have tried to restrain myself but that one just slipped out,”. Ah a witticism. Logan was familiar with them from his time spent with Maggie who often made little quips but despite his often misunderstanding of her jokes he found himself smiling anyway. So, he allowed a minuscule smile to creep onto his face.

“It got a smile so it was completely worth it,” Patton beamed clapping his hands together in excitement. “So, did you like the headphones?”.

Logan’s smile immediately fell. What should he say? Should he lie or tell the truth? Suddenly the headphones around his neck felt as if they were suffocating him, winding their way tighter around his throat constricting his airways. Where the tape made contact with his skin, it burned painfully as did the pain in his chest. What should be do? He didn’t know what to do. He hated not knowing. It made him feel helpless, he could recite the elements on the periodic table but when it came to a matter of feelings and emotions especially his own he was hopeless. Patton surely noticed Logan’s growing distress as his smile quickly faded and he maneuvered himself to be kneeling in front of Logan, making no move to provide any physical comfort or reassurance until given verbal permission.

“Logan, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Patton asked his voice soft and calming which Logan focused on to help ground himself, composing himself enough to respond. “If you can’t right now it it is okay,”.

Logan shook his head before reaching up to pull the headphones from his neck, over his head allowing them to fall into his lap. The tape securing the break fully visible. Logan refused to meet Patton’s eyes but if he did he would have seen Patton’s gaze soften as he began to understand the situation. His expression melting into one not of anger or disappointment but of understanding.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault,” Logan blurted out before Patton could speak, he kept his hands away from the headphones to avoid causing any more damage instead allowing them to fall to his sides, clutching at his trousers.

“Did you break them?” Patton asked directly. It wasn’t the response Logan had been expecting, he didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth. Logan generally hated lying and didn’t often participate in the spreading of falsehoods but what would Patton say?

“N-no,” Logan stuttered out choosing to tell the truth hoping Patton would be forgiving.

“Then it isn’t your fault,” Patton said closing the distance between the two by placing a hand on the armrest, still giving Logan room to move away if he desired to. Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he spent a large majority of his childhood being told that every inconvenience or problem which arose was somehow his fault and after years of hearing it day after day he began to believe it.

“B-but I shouldn’t have been so careless with them and they wouldn’t have been taken,” Logan sputtered. Maybe it was his fault, Brandon took them and Madame Claire broke them. He could of defended himself, demanded that Brandon give them back to him despite the beating he surely would have received.

“Logan,” Patton’s voice dropped to a serious tone, all former light-heartedness vanishing from his voice. “It is not your fault. Did you ask them to take your headphones and break them?”.

“But…” Logan began intending to disagree with Patton.

“There are no buts,” Patton interrupted before continuing. “People are supposed to respect you and your belongings. The people who broke your headphones did not. And that is not your fault,”.

Logan was speechless. Protests congregated within his throat but when he attempted to voice them they dissipated leaving him breathless. Patton presumably saw Logan’s internal war written across his face as he placed a gentle hand on Logan’s knee settling the visible tremble, forcing Logan’s eyes onto him and once Patton had his attention he smiled a wide and bright smile which lit up his entire face even bringing a fragment of a smile to Logan’s lips. Patton took the headphones from Logan’s lap, inspecting them closely, tracing a finger along the tape before returning them to their rightful position around Logan’s neck.

“You are quite the little engineer, fixing both your glasses and the headphones perfectly. Impressive.” Patton praised lowering himself back into the bean bag after assuring Logan was okay.

“I do not believe mending broken items with tape in equal to receiving a university degree. And though the many fields of engineering is an interest of mine I much prefer mathematical and scientific processes to mechanical ones,” Logan explained before retracting, raising a hand to his lips as if he could push the words back into his mouth and prevent more excessive talking but Patton didn’t seem to take any notice of his influx of words, more pleased than irritated by his input into the conversation.

“Aw kiddo, you are so cute,” Patton squealed his hands flapping in excitement as Logan’s face flushed a bright red at the unexpected compliment.

“I am not!” Logan protested folding his arms across his chest, a pout appearing on his lips which only fueled Patton’s delight as he squealed and cooed at Logan’s out of character reaction only heightening Logan’s embarrassment but a strange yet pleasant sensation flowered within his chest, flooding it with warmth and a sense of security. Logan could hardly prevent a tiny smile from creeping onto his face.

The remainder of the meeting went by in a flash. Logan’s outermost wall had been brought down by Patton’s infectious optimism and excitement whenever Logan shared a fact about himself. He allowed Logan to speak openly about his interests and hobbies, not caring if he rambled on about subjects only he would ever find interesting, asking thought-provoking questions every so often to engage in the conversation and to hear Logan’s response. Granting Logan the permission to talk without the fear of punishment, while also sharing more about himself. Logan discovered Patton worked two jobs to support his kids; the first as an assistant teacher at a kinder-garden and the second at a animal shelter, had a passion for cooking especially baking and that cookies were a staple in the Hart household and he adored every minute of it.

But the meeting sadly had to came to an end. Before leaving Patton again asked the same question ‘If Logan wanted him to come and visit him again?’ and this time without any hesitation he said yes. And he did. For the following week he visited another three times. Each time with a new dad-joke for Logan which he pretended to dislike, outwardly groaning whenever Patton made any particularly cringe-worthy ones but he secretly loved every single one of them. Gradually, Logan became more open with talking to Patton. Initially he kept his responses short, conscious of his rules regarding conversation but as Patton returned again and again, peeling away his layers introducing him to some fascinating topics of discussion which prompted some invigorating debates most of which Logan won. He finally began to believe Patton’s intentions were pure, that he truly cared for him. It was a startling realisation at first but quickly he came to adore the warm and fuzzy sensation which appeared whenever Patton was near and he never wanted that feeling to go away.

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Logan had been talking about his latest research project while Patton was content with listening, until he stopped. An all to familiar voice crawling its way into his head. He bit down on his tongue to prevent the words building up in his throat waiting to be released from escaping, from ruining whatever he had built with Patton with his excessive talking. Had he so quickly forgotten his rules? Was he too late? What would his parents think? Logan outwardly flinched. Why was he thinking of his parents? It had been three days since this last nightmare, the longest he had ever gone without one. He attributed this change to Patton frequent visits, he had truly thought he had finally escaped them at last. A childish thought.

“Hey Logan,” Patton said drawing Logan out of his mental spiral. He eventually worked up the courage to meet Patton’s gaze, returning his expression to its former cool, composed state meeting the warm smile of Patton. “I wanted to ask you something,”.

With those few words Logan’s mind was sent reeling, spiraling, coming up with theories as to what this question was. Dangerous ‘What ifs’ flashed through his mind, one after the other, slowly building up, the panic likely displaying on his face as Patton expression shifted into one of concern seeming to have realised what he said.

“Ah sorry kiddo, I should have worded that differently. It’s nothing bad I promise,” Patton explained sinking back into his position on the beanbag. “I wanted to ask if I could take you for a day out,”.

Patton’s response caught him off guard. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. If Logan could recall correctly this was the first ever time a potential parent had ever offered take him for a day out, in all of his four years of hopping between orphanages. He could scarcely remember the last time he ever stepped outside the confines of the Orphanage. Logan opened his mouth to respond. To ask why? But no words came out. Patton seemed to note his confusion as he smiled, the wide bright eyed smile that immediately put Logan’s mind to ease.

“You don’t have to answer now, I just thought it would be nice. I won’t be offended if you don’t want to or would rather stay here. I don’t mind,” Patton rambled on. The way he dipped his head, averting his gaze, seemingly awaiting Logan’s rejection, made Logan’s heart hurt in a way he had never experienced before. Strange. Another query to bring to Maggie.

“Yes. I…I mean I would find that enjoyable,” Logan said cutting of Patton’s rambling, replacing his previously tight-lipped grin with a true smile, lighting up his entire face and it even brought a minuscule smile to his own face. Sending Patton into a squealing fit, rambling on about how ‘cute’ Logan was despite his own protests.

“Yay, I’m so excited. I am going to plan the greatest day out in the history of day outs,” Patton chirped leaping to his feet, bouncing slightly on his heels in excitement, clapping his hands together. Logan couldn’t help himself from feeling much of the same elation at the prospect of spending a day outside of the confines of the Orphanage and with Patton nonetheless. A strange sensation for him as he was usually to type to be excited by new books or new learning material not frivolous, time-wasting excursion but with Patton, his new calculus textbook could wait.

For the remainder of the session, Patton carried much of the conversation, suggesting potential day out activities and locations, his hands gesturing more wildly with each new idea. While Logan contributed every so often, explaining the improbability of some of Patton’s more unconventional suggestions and offered an opinion of his own but Patton was determined to organise the entire outing and keep it a secret from Logan. Once the session had concluded, Patton left with a smile and a promise to return as soon as he could and left, waving up towards the window where Logan sat, daydreaming of his perfect day-out with Patton.

Patton had returned a further two times that week and each time Logan desperately probed him for information on their upcoming outing, Patton had taken full responsibility of organising and refused to share any of his plans with Logan, each time replying to Logan’s pleads with a knowing smile, reiterating that his lips were sealed but with the assurance Patton wouldn’t force Logan into partaking into anything he didn’t feel comfortable doing. Which Logan appreciated, putting his mind more at ease. Logan knew he still didn’t fully trust Patton from years of broken promises but he did believe those words. He knew would never make him feel unsafe or uneasy.

And that was enough.

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elaianna · 5 years ago

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Sacrifice

[ Artwork: Promises by Iskander1989 ]

[ I couldn’t choose between two scenarios involving the same man/sacrificing for Thomas, so the anon gets two versions- this is a slightly edited version of an old post to give insight on that sacrifice]

One Year Ago

On the one hand – or rather, the one cheek – his face was burning. There was a proper lighting of blood beneath his skin, swelling a bulging where the bulk of the damage had been done. His jaw sat poorly on his skull, leaning to one end where the swelling was worst. It left his right eye shut, unable to open from the girth of flesh that formed an apple beneath his caterpillar brow.

On the other hand, the wind was screaming around the dingy, sloop they had managed to abscond with. With his limbs in poorer state than his face, Thomas possessed little capacity to row or aid in the ropework. Naught but himself and eight men were left. The sodden, salt-damaged and bloody remnants of his crew. Nine men – and one.

The past days … weeks? Had it been a month? … all slurred in his mind. But through the pain, he caught call to recollect. The tenth man desperately huddled aboard the sickly sloop had been their savior. Indeed, were it not for his station, Tom would have been dead long before the strange ‘pirate’ could have endeavored to rescue him. The why of that particular act was still hanging in the air … a question for dry land, perhaps.

Stephan, the man had said, by way of Hadley. Not a name Tom knew – and he knew quite a many, especially in the realm of seafarers.

“Ho! – HO! Lighthouse!” called one of the men in a hoarse, salt-scoured voice.

Stormholme was lay ahead, and it brought a vestigial smile to Tom’s face. Even in an overcast storm, he could still find his way home. They ran the ropes in and tightened the sail to give them the wind, scraping over the choppy waters toward the harbour.

Twenty-three days and counting.

Elaianna could feel the pit of her stomach twisting into more and more of a knot. She could hardly sleep. She barely had an appetite. It was all too familiar a sensation. Waiting. Hoping. Praying. Not knowing what had happened to her husband. Wondering if he was gone– if she would ever see him again.

And if she did, would it be him that she saw?

Sitting at her desk, she had asked her handmaiden to leave her for the evening. She needed time and space to herself. She didn’t want to admit to anyone what she had done. She didn’t want to admit what was going through her mind. She stared at the parchment, addressed to an office in Stormwind.

Arthur Daud,

I am writing to inquire about the state of our agreement, and if you have already cashed in your end of the

That was it. That was all she could write. She could feel anger flaring up. Anger at herself for writing as if her husband were some item, but at the same time, she couldn’t risk writing down and leaving evidence of the deal made a year ago.

A deal where she sacrificed her sense of pride, her sense of dignity, and anything else that Daud requested of her, in order to preserve the life of Thomas. She recalled the deal in vivid detail. She had sat in a meeting with Arthur Daud and finagled the terms of a deal. In order to save Thomas’s life, she had to sacrifice him in the same breath. The void entity would have his vessel when the time came, but she put her foot down to avoid him acquiring that time on his terms. Only when Thomas died of natural causes, only when he died without Daud’s interference in any shape or form, would he get what he wanted, and then, when he did, he was to avoid the family and the company just as he was to avoid them now. She wouldn’t have anyone who knew Thomas see him after his death. She wouldn’t put their family through that. What other choice did she have? If she didn’t agree to the deal, then she lost Thomas for good. He remained dead. He remained in the Shadowlands.

Frustration continued to rise. Thomas was gone, he disappeared. What other conclusion could she draw, other than Daud must have gotten what he wanted. She’d never have a body to confirm it. She’d forever live without the closure of knowing. It would torment at her, that she traded her husband’s life... for her husband’s life, and that she had taken closure from her family.

Then she heard it– the bells of the harbour. She stood up so fast that there was a clatter as her chair fell behind her. Racing towards the balcony, she ignored the frigid whip of the winds as they blew over her, and stared towards the harbour.

Entering into the shallow waters of Stormholme harbour, was a precarious sloop.

The vessel was beaten, wind-worn and rife with cannon damage. The headsail was nearly shred, and it was only through a tight hold on the ropes that it could swell with any wind. By a cursory glance, it seemed fit for the bottom of Sailgrave, not cruising into the protected holdings of Stormsong Valley. Spit, gristle, and willpower seemed to keep the ship afloat.

Given the lack of any weaponry aboard, there was no call to arms. Though one of the harbour guardhouses did rise with activity. There was a pause in the harbour bells. The spyman atop the eastern tower held his glass to eye and –

“MEDIC! MEDIC! MEDIC!”

The cry was followed by a horn blast, the fat-belled trumpet at the spyman’s side coming full of air. As was commanded, so came to be. Attention and sound came from the upper estate, and soon enough men in white frocks rode down to the harbour, just in time for the decrepit sloop to all but ‘ram’ into the dockhead.

There was a still moment, filled only by the ‘clack-clack!’ of horse hooves coming from the harbourway until …

CRRRRKK – KSSH!

The foremast split with a sad, sickening sound like broken twigs. It fell forward in an impotent display of destruction, falling without consequence onto the dockhead. Bubbles began to emerge around the sloop, betraying it’s hull failures – she was slowly, slowly sinking right there in the harbour.

All that Elaianna could make out from where she stood was the small vessel making it’s way into the harbour. She squinted, and took note of what disrepair she could see from a distance. The foremast wasn’t aligned. By the time she had turned from the balcony to race down the stairs of Stormhollow castle, she missed the very thing she scrutinized collapsing.

The medics were on their way before she was. Yet the lady wasn’t far behind. She didn’t have time for a saddle. If she was right, then she had already lost twenty-two days worth of time. She had to be right. What other peoples would come back into Stormholme harbour in such a state? She could reason a great many people seeking refuge after dealing with the Horde on the open sea, or pirates, or other dangers. But she tried to think optimistically. She had to. Even if she was running out of that optimistic steam.

Click-click. Click-click.

Arriving after the medics, Elaianna swung one leg over the horse, and landed with a light ‘thud’ on the ground. She ignored the looks she acquired from what few paid mind to the new arrival. The Duchess riding a horse bareback, like a man, in a dress? It drew a few glances, but the attention was ultimately on those who had returned from sea.

“What is going on? What is the state of things?” she asked the first man she found.

The man in first attention was a medical professional – at least he must have been, by the white-frock coat and the elbow-high rubberized gloves he wore.

“My Lady – please, we aren’t sure yet. These men are severely injured, we need to get them to the – “ he spoke as he turned toward the Duchess, head bowed in respect. Yet he was cut off by a sudden, loud ’thump!’.

As it turned out, most of the men trying to climb off the broken sloop were not in any condition to walk, let alone climb. Many scuffled and fell to the knees as they came onto the dock, immediately in the arms of the white-coats who cooed to the salt-scoured men with a chorus of, ‘Whoaa – whoa!’s and ‘steady now, steady –’s.

Elaianna looked towards the vessel as the first of the men fell onto the wooden boards of the dock. Her brows were knit in concern. “–I don’t care who these men are, see to it they are all seen to, and the duchy will fund all medical costs,” she instructed to the same white coat professional.

However, the last man off the derelict once-sea-faring vessel merely collapsed the instant he touched the wooden dockboards. One arm hung limp at his side, earlier clutched with delicate attention to his chest. His right eye was swollen shut, stained with black and yellow bruising. The weatherworn rag trousers he wore were stained to a sickly orange. By the shaking, he seemed to possess rather … poor vitality.

All the same, a tiny hoarse call left his blistered lips, ”Ain’ no place .. like hooome~”.

Elaianna’s eyes went wide as that hoarse voice called out. It wouldn’t have been heard over the commotion, were it not for the Lady being so familiar with the sound of her husband’s voice.

“THOMAS!”

Holding up her skirts up as Elaianna sprinted forwards, dropping to her knees beside him. She felt the burn of knees being skinned by the rough wooden boards. “Thomas, Tom… Oh tides. Tides.. You’re…” She looked up and towards the medic she had first bothered, waving him over. “Medic! Over here!”

At the waving of the Duchess, the medic rushed forward with his satchel in hand.

With the sound of his wife’s voice, Thomas tried to move. It was a valiant effort, truly, but availed him very little. His torso rose in a breath, but the airflow caught in his throat and hitched with a twitching of the ribcage. His left arm tried to reach out toward her, but it seemed ill-fit for service at the juncture of his upper arm and shoulder.

“Thhff – ick. Thfickk – Mff .. “ he attempted to speak, with little grace. The swell of his blistered lips gave terrible aid in pronunciation, and left him impotently waving a few spare fingers at the other men as he spoke.

Elaianna reached a hand out, fingers delicately caressing whatever part of his arm looked the least swollen and prone to feel pain at her touch, rather than any sense of calm. “–Shhh, dear. Shh. We’ll have plenty of time to talk once you’ve been looked after.”

A concentrated groan left him at her statement.

He rose somewhat, coming up to keep his weight on his hip as he wagged a limp hand at the coughing, beaten and bloody men being attended to by the medics.

“M’boys – th’thhfick – sick, sick. No water in five .. “ his voice trailed off, too sucked from moisture and nourishment to do much other than whistle with a hoarseness further.

“We’ll get them watered, love. They’re already being taken care of,” she assured Thomas gently.

The medic crouched beside Thomas and stuck his jaw tight, appraising the Admiral’s poor state of condition. A few lines creased themselves in the man’s brow, and he called over two other men to help him lift the half-conscious sailor into a stretcher.

“… I will be honest, my Lady,” he spoke in address to Anna, “I am not certain how his grace is even alive. With your leave, we must get him to the infirmary immediately at risk of fatality … “ His eyes trained on Anna in wait for the slightest indication of an ‘OK’. As urgent a matter as it was, they were still on her order above all else.

Leaning out of the way, she gave the man some room to inspect her husband. His words gave reason for her complexion her to pale. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t have him returned to her only to die. “Do what you must to save him. Please,” she urged, rising to her feet.

Don’t you dare die on me now.

As simple a command as that was enough to strike the medics into action.

With a thorough grunt, the three men loft Thomas into a stretcher despite his half-lidded arguments. With quite fine timing, a horse-drawn carriage arrived with a massive red cross on the side of it, and the rear doors flung open to accept the Duke within.

The other sailors were being quickly allotted to other stretchers, and those of standing-health were given to horseback to be taken to the manor’s infirmary. Most were of reasonable state, enough to hold their heads aloft at the very least. One amongst them, a younger man by comparison, seemed to lack anywhere near the injured state of the rest.

“Your grace? Are you coming with us, or riding ahead?” The medic spoke to Elaianna as he stepped up into the front of the carriage, leaving a space in case the Duchess desired to ride with her husband.

Elaianna glanced to the carriage, then towards the horse she had ridden all the way down to the harbour. She waved at one of the passing dockworkers. “You there,” she called out, stopping the young boy in his tracks. “Can you ride a horse?”

“Yes, ma'am– Lady– Grace.”

“Take my horse, and head to the castle. Ride ahead, and alert them that the Duke is en route with life threatening injuries, and several others are on their way to the infirmary for the same treatment. – Hurry.”

The boy nodded and sprung into action with the orders given by the Duchess herself.

Only then did Elaianna turn and hurry to the carriage, letting her actions answer the medic’s question. As she climbed inside she stayed as near to Thomas as she dared without being in the way of the medic. “I’m not leaving him alone,” she told him.

The conviction of her voice allowed only a nod in response from the medic.

Three of them went about their work to attempt to stabilize Thomas as the carriage rocked to and fro along the cobbled road. One of the men held a lantern aloft as the other two pressed and prodded the Admiral’s wounds for information.

“NNGHH! – “

One of the medics frowned at the pained response.

“I’m feeling separation – atleast two are floating in the abdomen.”

“Two? Tides … wait, one here as well. L3 – which do you have floating?”

Another press came against Thomas’ side.

“NGHH – hgh, hghh – mhh .. “

“R1 and R3, both outside ligament limits. The bruising is consistent with rapid, repeated blunt force trauma. I’m seeing stippling … a studded tool.”

There was a calm, methodical tone to their voices. Quite professional, and rightly so. Stormholme held no half-baked professionals, least of all medical staff. As fate turned, the Anchor Trading Company held quite a need for finely talented healers.

“Heart rate is rising … I see clam and fever. We need to brace and get an airway – “

“I’m on it, get me a tubing and a separator for his throat – “

The carriage hit a bump, and Thomas head rocked forward, and then back. There was an uncomfortable ‘krrkt!’ sound as he came back to a rest. Both medics cringed, locking their teeth and simultaneously commanding the third to hold Thomas’ neck and head in place.

Amidst the ongoing diagnosis and preliminary treatment, there was a scouring of wind past the carriage windows. Unnoticed, apparently, by the medics focused on their work – it whistled like a man’s voice. A mocking, taunting tight-lipped tune.

“Not yet,” Elaianna mumbled to herself– or was it to the wind? “Not yet.”

She could feel her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She was anxious, and truth be told? She was terrified. She couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not yet. Not again.

“Hang on, Thomas,” she murmured softly. “Hang in there, love. Stay anchored with us now…”

Yet as they spoke of a separator for his throat and needing an airway, she had to turn her head to hide her cringe. She couldn’t watch that. She’d have the memory burned in her mind if she did.

Keen was the mind that looked away.

There was a thick, strangulatory sound as the medics intubated Thomas. They produced a hinged, metal tool to hold the flaps of his throat open as they put a tube to his trachea. Attached was a hand-pump which could provide a steady flow of air.

While oxygen was quite welcome, it produced quite an audible pain in the man as his lungs swelled and – in doing so – pushed his shattered ribcage to and fro.

A stronger man might have kept his mind, but there was only so much rope on a ship. Thomas had thrown all he had overboard, and thus gargled and fell unconscious from the pain.

As his eyes rolled back and his breathing steadied without the constant clenching of his muscles from pain, the whistling halt. Were the medics wise to the sound, they had no mention or care for it. They were too busy halting the steady decline of Thomas’ blood pressure.

But by thankful speed, they arrived then at the infirmary. The rear doors opened abruptly to reveal a half-dozen strong team of healers and a tidesage ready to take the Admiral within. As they stabilized him and got him onto a gurney to wheel within the primary trauma ward, a black-coated bird swooped down to perch atop the wagon. It remained there as Thomas was wheeled inside, watching. Arthur Daud had come to keep an eye on his prize, waiting for the moment.

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chapter 5 - broken hearts club part two (days gone by - NCT)

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Broken Hearts Club part two

Me without you is like driving without the headlights

Me without you is like waking up without the sunrise

Never thought I could feel the way I do, but I’m not just me without you

Mark really didn’t know how he ended up here. The clock to his left reads something past one-am, there’s an almost empty (but not quite) bottle of vodka clutched tightly in his hand as he’s singing at the top of his lungs to ‘breaking free’, a delightful quintet by himself, Renjun, Jaemin, Ten and Johnny. None of them able to be classed anywhere close to sober at this point and if his mum ever found out they would be in an indescribable amount of trouble. Mark’s small eighteenth get together had turned into a full-blown party where a solid ninety-eight percent of attendees were either drunk out of their mind, high off the ground or both. They would be so, so dead if this wasn’t fixed before their mum came home.

But, as luck would have it (for Mark anyway) apparently the moment the music switches to a remotely sexy song, that’s the cue for his friends to start grinding on one another, as if Jaehyun and Doyoung having been missing for the last forty-five minutes wasn’t disgusting enough, their dancing was borderline pornographic and Mark was not in the mood. Especially not as he was feeling more single than ever, it was beginning to feel like all of his friends were coupled up – including Donghyuck who’d been dancing (luckily appropriately) with Heejin from is literature class, all night long. So, yes, Mark was feeling great. Hadn’t he been called back inside with the exact promise that this wouldn’t be happening? Mark was not having it tonight; he was very much ready to continue his drunken state and find someone to make out with himself. His choice of the night, making it seem like he had multiple options besides the game of thrones superfan from his maths class which he isn’t sure how ended up here and the generally creepy boy who’d been harbouring some sort of crush (borderline obsession) with Mark since they’d met a few years ago and once again Mark had no idea how he ended up here, maybe it was because he doubled up as a pizza delivery guy and he just didn’t leave afterwards, who knows. Nonetheless, Jungwoo was in attendance due to being Marks old maths tutor just a couple of years ago who Mark happened to have developed a small, harmless crush on. Jungwoo was cute, he was kind and sweet and always looked out for Mark – sure Mark would never harbour any actual feelings for him but that wasn’t necessarily the point of tonight. Mark wanted distracting, no longer wanting to having to force his eyes away from watching Hyuck dance with Heejin and watching her look just about ready to kiss him, no Mark did not want to watch that.

Thus, his attention turned to Jungwoo, dancing, making out, continuing to drink with Jungwoo. His hands slipping under the elder’s shirt as they danced, Mark leading them out of the swarm of bodies up to his room. Heaving chests and heavy breathing filling the room as they kissed against Mark’s bed. Frantic movements, gasps of one another’s names as they moved against each other. Intoxicated by one another – getting lost in each other. Maybe it was the vodka and whatever other concoctions Mark had been consuming all night but this felt easy, it felt simple. No complicated love confessions, just a ‘hey, want to dance?’. Mark liked simple but simple did not like him, hence the I’m-in-love-with-my-best-friend-who-isn’t-gay. Not exactly the simplest of things. Yet Mark made do, kissing Jungwoo distracted him from Donghyuck. Distracted him from the way Hyuck’s eyes were lined with a smoky eyeshadow and made him look beautiful, or the way his hair was currently dyed blond and god Mark didn’t think he could get more ethereal yet here he was proven wrong again. Or the way that Hyuck smiled at Mark, particularly under the warm glow of the sunset as he’d arrived, the light bouncing off of Hyuck’s cheekbones and Mark having to hold back from the urge to reach out and kiss him, instead Hyuck wishing his ‘Markie’ a happy birthday with a quick, quaint kiss to the elder’s cheek – Mark felt like he fell in love all over again. He could practically feel his soulmate mark burning, how he longed for this to all be some childish prank and things would work out and him and Hyuck were really soulmates, not just some wild fantasy.

“Mark,” a breathy moan, “we’re drunk, m-maybe we should slow down.”

“Don’t worry Hyuck, it’s fine.” And well shit, that just happened.

Jungwoo was quick to push Mark off of him (understandably so), muttering ‘I knew it’s’ and ‘I should’ve knowns’. Mark frantically apologising, attempting to defend himself until I simple, stern “Save it,” filled the room. Jungwoo left, grunting a “happy birthday” before slamming the door and maybe Jungwoo was right, Mark really should’ve known. Where did he think making out with a guy who clearly liked him but everyone (bar Donghyuck) could see the way Mark looked at Hyuck. Mark felt guilty, trying to force feelings and realising that he can’t do easy-breezy when he’s in love with someone else, he couldn’t keep kissing other people pretending that they were Hyuck.

Apparently Satan was feeling awfully generous tonight because as there was knock at his bedroom door and Mark was hoping, or rather praying that it was Johnny or Renjun or Jaemin or anyone besides Donghyuck, Donghyuck’s head appeared around the door, his collarbones visible from the attractively loose white button up he was wearing drooping down against his shoulder, revealing more and more intoxicating sun-kissed skin. Mark whined internally, it was his birthday, can he not breathe for five minutes?

“Hey, you alive in here Markie? I caught Jungwoo rushing out the door, when I asked him what was wrong, he called me a bitch and told me to ask you.” His voice lilting at the end, a half question, half statement.

“Shit, sorry Hyuck, he got the wrong idea and we sort of ended things quickly – he didn’t give me a chance to explain.”

“Ah, no worries, you know I’ve been called worse.”

“Shouldn’t you be with Heejin?”

“Lucas and Johnny are attempting to send everyone home; I think Injun and Jaemin are staying and taking one sofa and the same with Jaehyun and Doyoung.”

“Didn’t feel like walking Heejin home?” Mark didn’t mean to sound so bitter; he just didn’t want to get caught up in Hyuck as he usually did. He refused to look at the younger, meaning Hyuck changing into Mark’s joggers and t-shirt went completely unnoticed – probably a good thing as Mark was feeling very weak and exposure to that kind of beauty is not good for his heart.

“No. I wanted to come and cuddle my best friend on his birthday? Stop being so grumpy and shove over, I’ve missed my snuggles.”

And so, Mark let him climb into bed, let Hyuck nestle his head in the dip between Mark’s shoulders, hands wrapping themselves around Mark’s bare torso. Thank the lord Mark was so drunk he was on the verge of passing out.

The late morning sun always made things seem more beautiful to Mark. Slithers of light streaming through the cracks in the blinds always made everything seem hazy, softer and more delicate. Golden rays flickering across them, allowing Mark to register their changed position, now laying on his back with Hyuck curled into his side, looking tiny in the way he’s tucked himself underneath Mark’s shoulder. From this angle, Mark can see the way Hyuck’s long lashes cast shadows across his freckled cheeks, fluttering as Donghyuck slept.

He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as Hyuck’s breath tickled against his exposed stomach. Mark’s hand running through his impossibly fluffy hair, the blond suited Donghyuck, he’d always admired his tendency to mix things up with his hair colour where Mark just stuck with black, albeit it was technically dyed to the inky jet black it was at the minute. Mark could stay here forever, his hands cascading through Hyuck’s hair, admiring Donghyuck’s beauty, makeup or bare faced, Hyuck was unique and just beautiful. His fullsun. He was cute when he slept too, all pouty lips and features softened.

It still hurt, sure, how could it not?

It was sweet, the way he felt in these moments but it was also dark and bitter. It made him feel whole, at home and warm inside but it broke his heart, physically pained him to know he was holding onto someone who wasn’t his. A bitter sweet love story. Mark let his eyes flicker shut, allowing sleep to consume him again, an escape from the real world.

“Hey, Mark? Are you awake? Get up you lazy arse!”

“Go away, Renjun.”

“It’s like two pm, isn’t your mum back this evening?”

“Shit,” Mark sat up as quickly as he could without jostling Hyuck awake, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ah Mark, lovely for you to grace us with your presence, how’s the hangover?”

“Jeez Jaehyun, do you have to speak so loudly?”

“I’m literally speaking at a normal volume?”

“Too loud. Shhh.”

“Markie!” Mark hissed as Johnny’s voice radiated across the room, far, far, too loud for someone with a hangover, “aspirin and water for my baby’s first hangover,” Mark snorted at that, “okay, your first hangover that I’ve witnessed.”

“So, Mark, what did I walk in on?”

“What are you talking about Injun?”

“You, shirtless, Donghyuck wearing your clothes, clinging to you like a koala bear? I smell boyfriends.”

“How do you smell boyfr-“

“Shut up Jaemin.”

“The moment he heard Jungwoo had gone upstairs with you he said good night to Heejin you know? When he saw Jungwoo rushing out he looked about ready to kill him, what happened?”

“Me and Jungwoo may or may not have been making out and then I may or may not have moaned Hyuck, very, very clearly. And, for fuck’s sake guys, we’re not dating.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I believe you,” Renjun’s attention quickly turned back to his phone when he didn’t get the answers he wanted, “oh shit.”

“What now Injun?”

“Mark you need to make sure Hyuck doesn’t look at his phone, that updates blog has posted that he’s gay – they say they were told so it was obviously Heejin and not being able to understand getting rejected. Oh my god, what if his parents find out?”

“Mark? Mark! Mark, come back we need to talk about this!”

He’d run back upstairs as fast as he could, there was no way Hyuck had slept through the commotion going on downstairs – no matter how hungover he was. Any minute now Hyuck would see the tweets, people commenting on how it was obvious, people commenting on who he thinks Hyuck’s dating. Most of them being Mark. Mark being gay wasn’t any kind of secret, everyone (generally speaking) knew that he was, he never hid it, he made out with boys at parties, he had multiple pride pins on is backpack and what-not, sure he wasn’t screaming it in the cafeteria like Ten used to, openly talking about how much he wanted ahem, body parts, of one’s older brother – yes, Mark will forever be scarred for life by Ten and his invertedness to socially inappropriate conversational topics.

“Hyuck, you up?” Mark didn’t need to ask the question, he could see Hyuck sat up on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Why do you look so panicked Mark? I’ve been on twitter and it’s whatever, if my parents see it I’ll just deny it, like always.”

“They’ll really believe that you’re telling the truth?”

“No, but they won’t know I’m telling a lie.”

“Sorry? Did you just say you are, you know, that you are that?”

“Don’t act like it’s so taboo Mark, besides I don’t want to discuss my sexuality with you. I better head off, mum’s been asking what time I’ll be home,” Hyuck got out of bed, picking up his own clothes but not removing Marks, grabbing one of Mark’s hoodies as he walked over, stopping just in front of him, “I hope you had a nice birthday, whatever happened with Jungwoo you can talk to me when you’re ready,” another gentle kiss to Mark’s cheek, “see you later Markie, I’ll text you.”

Mark was left blushing and well-and-truly flustered, the typical after effects of Donghyuck.

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To the Good Place We Go (p.2)

part two! (sorry about errors totally didn’t read over this)

credit goes to @gluupor for the idea! link to their the good place au here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16782301

warning: aftg typical violence

part one here: http://jemejem.tumblr.com/post/182518320202/to-the-good-place-we-go

“I don’t belong here.” His voice shook. He imagined his father was looking up from the Bad Place, grinning like the mad-man he was. Neil was delivering himself into hell, because it was the right thing to do. His morals had been warped and distorted on Earth. If he was going to spend eternity suffering, he might as well make himself feel better by doing it honourably.

Also, he wanted to prove Andrew wrong. But that was besides the point.

Three-hundred and twenty-one residents, an omnipotent ethereal being and a walking Wikipedia stared at him in shock.

“Well.” Wymack clapped his hands together. “Dismissed, everyone!” He crooked a finger at Neil, and he felt his heart clambering to get out of his chest as he shuffled forward. He tried not to flinch as Wymack’s fingers brushed over his shoulder, and in less than a blink, they were standing in his office. Wymack rounded the desk and grabbed a stress ball off the desk and propping his feet up on the oaken edge, throwing it up and catching it repeatedly.

“Well?” Wymack offered him the chair. Neil sat. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I didn’t try to get in or hack the system somehow.” Neil murmured. “I’m not a mole. It’s a complete mistake.”

“Ha. A human, hacking into the universe? Very interesting. Very impossible. You humans are so strange.” He caught the ball, took his feet off the desk and leaned forward. “Neil Josten, you’ve been chosen as a candidate for MPP. The Middle Place Project. Nicky!”

“Yes?” Nicky had blooped into existence next to him.

“Strike Neil Josten off the Test One list.” Wymack’s smile was small but warm.

“That was a test?” Neil said testily. Wymack held out his hands.

“Honesty is an integral part of being a good person. You, out of everyone, are the most practised liar. Eight years on the run, twenty-two identities—I’m surprised you aren’t having an identity crisis.”

“Same.” Neil muttered. In all honesty, he was glad to have died as Neil Josten. Neil Abram Josten. Out of everyone he’d been, Neil was his favourite.

“If you can come forward, in front of the entire neighbourhood nonetheless, then I’m sure the rest will follow.” He cleared his throat. “The Middle Place Project is proving that humans are capable of change, whether it be improving, or failing. There’s a few in the midst of the neighbourhood that we’re watching to see whether or not you can improve from your characteristic behaviours on earth.”

“Will we get into the Good Place if you do?”

“Maybe in five-thousand years.” Wymack promised. “If I can manage to convince my superiors of your genuine progress.”

“Right.” Neil drawled. “Five-thousand years. No biggie.”

He glared at Neil with intense scrutiny, but somehow, Neil was unafraid of this ethereal being. He was giving Neil a chance, wasn’t he?

“Well?” Wymack grouched. “What are you still doing here?”

“What am I supposed to—“

“Figure it out, Josten. Just don’t tell anyone it’s a test. Got it?”

He pursed his lips. “Cool. Yeah. Got it.”

Wymack watched him, unimpressed, as he shuffled towards the door. Neil shot Wymack a quick grimace as he slipped out.

He blew his bangs out of his face with relief. Andrew stood in the waiting room, arms crossed and eyes barely slits. “So?”

“I’m alive.” He twinkled his fingers. “See?”

“Actually,” Nicky piped up.

“Shut up, Nicky.” They both ground out.

“Test forty-seven!” Wymack clapped his hands. “We’re finally getting into the good stuff. Ethical responsibility!”

Neil threw a troubled glance at Andrew, who, of course, stared impassively back. Ethics?

“What’s sitting in a classroom gonna do about our ethics.” Seth grunted.

Neil had decided he disliked Seth intensely. It was something about the constant fits of anger, irrational judgements and toxic intolerance to everything that wasn’t Allison’s tits or Adderall.

“Well, actually,” Kevin chided. Wymack snapped his fingers, effectively muting Kevin. The young man tried to scream in horror, but slumped in his chair with defeat.

“We’re going to be learning about some of your moral philosophisers and interpret what they had to say about what’s right and wrong. How about some basic questions, hm? Just to gage where each of you at.”

This wasn’t going to go well.

It was fine, wasn’t it? They had, what, five-thousand years?

“These first few should be simple.” Wymack picked a clipboard off his desk. “Let’s see. Neil?”

He looked up at the towering, omnipotent being. “What?”

“Is murder good or bad?”

Neil shrugged. “Depends.”

Wymack looked a little dismayed. “Andrew?”

Andrew jerked his thumb at Neil. “What he said. For example, Seth is a perfect example of why murder isn’t always bad.”

Neil grinned at him, and liked the way a spark of amusement glinted in his eye. Seth was probably clambering out of his chair to haul himself at Andrew in a fit of rage, but Neil wasn’t watching. He simply appreciated the sunlit hair that shone like spun gold, and the perfect understanding shared between them.

Their benevolent guardian simply dragged a hand over his face as his classroom dissolved into chaos.

“Good morning, son.”

Neil opened his eyes slowly. He was sleeping in a double bed, his double bed, in his cottage. In the afterlife. He was in the Middle Place. His name was Neil Josten. He had died at the age of 19. He played striker. His soulmate was Andrew Minyard.

Sitting upright, he saw Andrew standing at the opposite end of his bed. There was a young man standing behind him with a vicious glean to his eye; He had his chin hooked over Andrew’s shoulder.

Andrew was gagged, hands cuffed behind him. His feet were bare: His skin shone with sweat as his muscles convulsed. There were bruises blossoming under his skin: He’d put up a serious fight. How was he bruising? Could you be hurt in the afterlife?

“I said, good morning.”

Slowly, Neil craned his neck around. All six-feet of his father were craned over the edge of his bed, one fist denting the mattress and the other wrapped around Neil’s neck. He was looking at a mirror image, the eyes and the hair and the sadistic smile. Thick fingers tightened around Neil’s windpipe.

“Young Drake Spear was promoted to help me. It’s time to collect our rewards for such excellent work down in the Bad Place.” His grin was that of a wolfs.

“Fitting.” Neil wheezed out. Honestly, he was terrified. The thought of eternity trapped with the unending methods of his father was enough to wish that there was a way for Neil to die and end up in a further layer of the afterlife.

His father only laughed. The last thing he remembered noticing was Andrew closing his eyes. For a moment, it looked as though an angel was praying.

Dan crouched down, back to the wall. In her hand was a magnetic clamp, ready for Bad Nicky. It’d render him useless, and they couldn’t let Nathan Wesninski, Drake Spear or Riko Moriyama have access to him. They were powerful enough as it was.

Kevin was bone-white beside her. It had to have been years since he saw Riko Moriyama. Neil and Andrew weren’t the only ones facing their old demons today.

The man who’d stabbed Dan in the back had been boiling in a pit of acid. The demon in charge of the tank flashed a grin at her. “Want to join him?”

Aaron’s mother had leapt out at him from a shuffling line of prisoners, grabbing for fists of his hair and screaming. She hadn’t been able to tell which twin it was, mixing up the names as she spasmed with hysteria. Aaron had clutched his arms to his stomach and hurried away.

With Dan and Aaron’s close calls, Renee knew it was every possibility that her old gang leader had heard the commotion the group had caused and would want to connect with the girl who ended his life in a knife fight. Renee was clutching her rosary, praying as every demon brushed by her.

God, was Dan exhausted. Matt, Aaron and Seth had all been lured with narcotics. Then Matt got into a fight with a security guard, and Seth backed him up. Then someone insulted Allison as she was trying to flirt her way through a checkpoint, and she’d clawed their eyes out with her nails, but gotten bust up at a result.

So yeah. Not a great time for any of them.

“This is it, kid.” Wymack warned. “We’ve got a window of thirty seconds to get them out of there.”

Dan nodded.

A young man left the room, meaning Bad Nicky was watching over Andrew and Neil. Dan rolled out from her hiding position and bolted at the black-clad man standing in front of her. She whacked the cuffs on, stunning the look of contempt right out of those big brown eyes. He stumbled, turning around to look at her.

“Oh my god,” Allison cackled. “Bad Nicky is a straight, fuck-boy version of Nicky?”

It was true. He was wearing a flat-cap, backwards, and a big grey hoodie underneath a leather jacket. His jeans were torn and he wore stupid, stereotypical boots. He had a tattoo of a girl with her tongue between her fingers on his neck, and a gold-capped tooth.

“Hell.” He slurred. “You got me. Ha-aahh.”

Nicky was staring at himself with horror. “Disgusting.”

“Andrew,” Kevin faltered. “Where’s Neil?”

Andrew was sitting up, both hands chained to the bedposts behind him. He was blindfolded, his clothes in tatters and bloodied. Aaron rushed forward, dragging Nicky with him. The chains were cut and Dan watched Aaron murmur something to Andrew as he tore his blindfold off.

“We have to go.” Andrew said, fierce. Dan had never seen him so angered. “I know where Neil is.”

Matt grabbed bad Nicky and hauled him over his shoulder. The group filed out, lead by Andrew, Aaron surprisingly right on his heels. Despite the obvious abuse, he was legging it down the hallway. With the chaos of the Bad Place, the rag-tag team and their badges had looked like nothing more that a bunch of demons. With a Bad Nicky incapacitated and over Matt’s shoulder, they were running out of time. Andrew somehow had perfectly memorised the route to Neil’s cell.

They were almost there, when Andrew staggered to a holt. The young man they’d seen leaving the room earlier was standing in front of them. Aaron acted too quickly, brandishing a knife and jumping the guy. The knife buried itself into the man’s chest. Dan gasped.

“I won’t let him touch you again.” Aaron promised his twin. “Go.”

Andrew said nothing, instead shoving his way through a metal door on the left just metres past.

The demons present whirled upon their entrance. Dan felt her blood boil as she saw Neil in a chair, head hung. He couldn’t even lift his head to see who’d appeared.

“Wesninski, these humans are mine.” Wymack growled. “Give them back. They’re official property of the Middle Place.”

“Oh, oops.” The man—who did look scarily similar to Neil—grinned at the younger boy. Riko Moriyama. “It’s almost as though demons have to follow rules. Incredible.”

Riko had no eyes for anyone but Kevin. Kevin, who stood with his chin up and broad shoulders as he stared the other boy down.

“I’ll oversee your retirement myself, you rotten sack of sadistic fuckery.” Wymack snarled, stepping forward with Nicky at one side and Andrew at the other. “Back down. Now.”

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.” Riko clucked his tongue. “It’s so nice to see you. Such a shame that we’re opposed like this, brother.”

“I’m nothing like you.” Kevin rasped. “I’m going to go to the Good Place.”

“Why bother?” Riko leered. “When you can have so much more power, down here? They recruit the worst, you know. I was just human too. Now look at me.” He lifted his hand, and Neil spasmed, head flung back and mouth open in an aborted scream.

That was the precise moment that everything went to shit — as if everything hadn’t already gone to shit. Wymack launched at Wesninski: Andrew was hurling towards Riko, and the rest were attempting to shut the door on the copious amounts of demonic spawn trying to get a better look.

Dan was desperately trying to get someone’s attention but the only one who listened to her was Renee. That was ultimately futile, because Allison was thrown aside and Renee, obviously lost her shit. Even the faithful had their breaking points.

Kevin was desperately clawing for Neil to break him free: Andrew was brawling with Riko with a desperation that had Riko shaken, Wesninski was waving a knife in Wymack’s general direction, Matt was thrown over a demon’s shoulder and causing a ruckus, Seth was yelling and Allison was wiping furious tears off her face, snatching a knife off Renee.

Wesninski threw the knife. Riko threw himself at Neil. The door was thrown open.

“ENOUGH.” Nicky screamed, standing in the middle of the room.

Everyone froze.

“I’ve been through a lot, today!” Nicky’s voice was so shrill that Dan would have winced if she weren’t completely stiff. “I’ve hauled almost a dozen of you shits through portals, this way and that way. I’ve been running faster than I’ve ever had to run in my life, because I don’t run, I teleport! My husband’s disappeared because he wasn’t compatible with the Bad Place, I’m not meant to be this emotionally distraught because I’m just a machine, and now this?” He gasped. “I. Am. Flabbergasted. It’s my favourite human word, and that’s what I am right now. Not only have you—“ He pointed to Wesninski. “Defied basic laws by having a child with a human, you’ve been recruiting humans! Gracious, do you know the worst part of this entire shit-fuckery?” His voice raised into a scream once more. “I have to live out the rest of my eternal existence knowing that Bad Nicky is a straight fuck-boy!”

“That’s the worst part?” Neil said, weakly, his voice raw with screaming. “Well, gee, Nicky. I missed you too.”

“So,” Nicky continued. “I’m going to unfreeze my friends. Friends. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. And we’re going to leave. And am going to report your demonic asses to the new Lord Ichirou of the underworld, and I hope you live in agony for eternity. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He snapped his fingers and Dan almost collapsed, if it weren’t for Matt holding her up. “We’re leaving.”

Andrew hauled Neil to his feet, clutching the taller boy to his side in a fit of possessiveness.

Dan stood by the door as she counted her crew out of Neil’s cell, watching Nicky carve an angry path through the mob of frozen demons. She glanced over her shoulder to see Kevin glaring at Riko.

“Kevin,” Dan started.

The man slapped Riko so hard that Riko’s head shifted, even with Nicky’s freeze power. Or whatever the fuck that was.

“You deserve so much worse than hell.” He said, calmly, before marching out the door. Dan followed him, squeezed his shoulder. His look was not as confident as he’d been momentarily ago, but he offered her a shaky smile.

“Let’s go home.” Wymack said, tiredly slinging an arm around Nicky’s shoulders.

They all smiled faintly, and with a nod, they were on their way home.

“How’d you do in the Trolley exam?”

Andrew glared at the sun. It was still peering over the horizon, the endless rolling hills, trying in vain to grasp a few more minutes of illumination. It turned the sky into a brilliant palette of purples and blues.

He wanted to shove Neil off the roof of this stupid house, but he probably wouldn’t even break a bone. He had been sleeping in Neil’s grossly cramped cottage for a few months, where there was only one room and Andrew had been donated the couch. They’d razed Andrew’s old house to the ground a few weeks back. That had been great fun.

The reason he wanted to shove Neil off was murky, but he knew part of it was because Neil provided him a tether: To stay in the Middle Place, to try and achieve Good Place status with everyone else, to stop himself from marching down and delivering himself into greedy hands. It didn’t matter if Drake and Wesninski and Riko were gone. Hell would still suck.

He hated it.

But he also couldn’t cut the rope.

“I ran you over. It was very satisfying.”

They corner of Neil’s mouth quirked. Andrew hated that too. He hated Neil’s stupid red curls and brilliantly blue eyes. They were sparkling in the sunset, each freckle and scar glossed with a decadent shade of gold. “What was it between?”

“You and nothing. I think I’m a bit behind in class.”

Again, the quirk of the mouth.

Truthfully, the choice had been between Neil and Aaron. Because they were all already dead and this was just a theory, Andrew knew it didn’t matter. But still, he’d found himself torn. Usually apathetic and uninterested, he was placed in the simulation and felt a strange thrumming in his. ear. His heartbeat. Quickening.

Aaron was his brother. He had promised Aaron protection. Aaron had gotten them both killed. Aaron ignored his conditions and went out with Katelyn, and lied about it. Aaron was his brother. Andrew died protecting Aaron from their mother. Aaron had stabbed Drake for him. Aaron was his brother.

But Neil was his other. Neil listened. Neil smiled. Neil was honest with Andrew. Neil was relaxed with Andrew. Neil looked at Andrew in a way that made Andrew felt as though he was coming undone, unravelling at the seams. Neil could see Andrew. Neil understood Andrew.

He’d only had a split second left to decide.

He’d chosen Neil over Aaron.

“Yes or no?”

Neil narrowed his eyes. “To what?”

“A kiss.”

The word sounded so delicate out of Andrew’s mouth. He felt delicate, exposed and raw to Neil’s understanding gaze. All this studying of ethics and morality and those stupid philosophers was getting to Andrew’s head. The question yes or no was balanced on a scale, the decision between forever and never ultimately resting on Neil’s final answer. Andrew fucking hoped it was a yes.

Death made one’s apathetic resolve melt like ice sometimes.

Gosh, he was a miserable forking sap. It was disgusting.

Neil smiled, so hesitant that it was almost unnoticeable. But Andrew saw it. Maybe Andrew understood Neil, too. “Yes.”

Fork the Good Place. Andrew was already there.

once again, credit goes to @gluupor /// link to their the good place au here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16782301

hope u enjoyed!

#the good place #neil josten #andrew minyard #the good place au #andreil #the foxes #all for the game #aftg #david wymack #dan wilds #the foxhole court #part two #jem writes

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Hurricane

WHATADO Everybody, its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfiction. I got the idea of writing a story, based on my expiriences with the hurricane. For example, almost everything that happened in this story, happened in real life. So, I'm pretty much putting yourself in my shoes. I hope you enjoy it :D

Summery: Josh and Y/n decide to go to a shelter for safety against the hurricane and go through emontional distress, but they figure out ways to enjoy eachother

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Descriptive kissing scene?, annoying children, lots of sexual flirting, I think that's about it

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 9.7k (9,784 words)

So without further a do, P-P-P-P PLAY IT

"Ok, your zone will be in room 607" The director said, pointing down the hallway. "Thank you" Josh replied, holding my arm and walking with me down the hall. I clutched my duffle bag, filled with our spare clothes, chargers, and a bunch of other valuables. Currently, we are at a shelter trying to survive through the hurricane that is swirling over our state. "I hope we arnt going to be in a room full of crying children" I whispered into his ear. "I hope so too" He replied, chuckling a little as well; I smiled.

We continued down the hall, checking the numbers besides the doors as we go. 601, 603, 605, 607! "Lets pray" Josh muttered under his breathe, opening the door. A whiff of crackers and apples filled our nostrils as we stepped inside. The room was scattered with families; young and old. I screamed internally, not wanting to be here. I could see Josh already getting anxiouse at the moment. His eyes were flicking around the room, his breathing intensifying, and the grip he had on my hand tightening. "You see any territory?" I asked, glancing around the room for space. Josh gave me an 'i dont know' look.

I pointed out a small slice of space that had a few chairs arranged in a circle. "Would this be alright?" I asked, placing down the duffle bag. "Anything is alright as long as I am with you" Josh answered, smiling from ear to ear. I grinned at his words, pulling out blankets to settle down.

While I was setting up camp, Josh found an outlet for our phones. I rummaged through the bag, when a familiar logo caught my eye. I tugged the object, pulling it out of the duffle. It was a Twenty One Pilots blanket, folded up so the logo was noticeable. I smiled to myself, holding it infront of me as I scanned the material. "I love that band" Josh said, walking up from behind me, patting my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, "Your apart of it ding dong" I chuckled, unfolding it and placing it down on our territory. He just laughed, helping me set up our beds. We set the beds up in a fashion that we werent taking too much space up, but it was somewhat comfortable. "Im not looking forward to sleeping here tonight.." Josh sighed. "Your not alone" I stepped back, scanning our area, making sure our little paradise was a perfect enviroment to sleep in. I felt familiar hands hug me from behind, feeling them to reassure myself they were Josh's. "I wish we can be home" He said, nuzzling his face into the crew of my neck. I sighed, rubbing his hands. "Me too.." I felt water droplets forming in my eyes. "I wish I can be home with you in bed with me" He whispered in my ear, making me blush. I just giggled at him, closing my eyes, knowing I kind of wanted that too. "Want to start resting?" He asked, lifting up his head from my neck. "Sure" Josh let go of me as I went to our bag to grab one last thing; earbuds. Im so glad I didnt forget them at the house. I pulled the red and blue chords out and attached them to my phone.

Josh sat down first, directly in the middle of the blanket. "Do you seriously have to take up the whole blanket?" I asked, smiling lightly. "Of course I do! It would force you to sit on my lap" He said, whispering the last part. I just chuckled at him, sitting down on his lap. I rested my head on Josh's chest, putting in one of the 2 buds. I handed him the second one as I went onto my music playlist, trying to find a song for us to listen to. "Close your eyes" I told him, searching up the first letters of a song. "Why do I have t- Y/n!" I lifted up my hand and covered his eyes, typing in the song with my other. I laughed, finally finding it and selecting the 'Play' button. I locked my phone before Josh could see what song was playing. I took my hand back, smiling up to him. "I can be in love, If, you wore that dress everyday" Played in our ears. "Not this song..oh God" He said, rolling his eyes. "Dont torture your self, Joshie" I said, adjusting my head in between his pex. "Thats my job" I muttered, making him blush. "I can be in love, if, the sun came out everyday" Flowed in our ears. I felt Josh pat a drum beat on my thigh, making me soon relized he remembered the drumming to the song. "If you were mine I'd risk my dignity if only to give love a chance" I sung quietly, following the drumming pattern Josh was echoing on my thigh. "If you were mine, I'd have the world. I'd have the world, if you were mine" Josh sung even softer than my voice.

The drumming on my thigh grew intenser as the song progressed. I knew Josh's part was coming up, I wanted him to sing it so badly I couldnt put it into words. Suddenly, the familiar beat plays. I pick my head up, looking at him and showing my teeth as I smile. He shows his cute grin, a little crinkle in his eye. I mouth the word 'Please' to him. He just giggles and finally gives in, nodding. I smiled even wider, kissing his hand. Josh takes a breathe in, "If you were mine, I'd have the world. I'd have the world, if you were mine." He sings softly, but loud enough for me to hear it. "If you were mine-If you were mine. I'd have the world-I'd have the world, If you were mine" He continued, closing his eyes a little bit. I rested my head againts his pex again, rubbing his arm. "If you were mine..." He finished, beaming. "Your a great singer, you should know that Joshua" I say, trying to calm his nerves down. He lightly laughs, patting the top of my head. "Thank you, Y/n" He traced circles on my forhead, making me more relaxed. "Attention Carrollwood residents! Since we have little children here, we are going to start quieting down! So it is now quiet time and the children should be resting" The intercom announced. "I dont know about you, but Im tired. Wanna sleep with me?" Josh said, getting into a comfortable position. "Yea, sure" I said, getting off of him and laying down on the bed. We both got under the Twenty One Pilots blanket and rested in a spooning position. Josh was cuddling me from behind while I rubbed tight circles on his arm-which was around my chest. "Goodnight Joshua Dun" I say sleepily. "Goodnight, Princess"

I opened my eyes slowly, hearing the noise of a baby crying. It wasnt any cry, it was a scream. I opened my eyes all the way, staring at the sleeping couple infront of us. I start tracing my fingers over Josh's arm again, seeing if he is awake. "Are you awake, babe?" He whispers. The baby from the next room was crying even louder now. "Yea..im awake" I whisper, adding a quiet groan. "Wanna walk around-get some fresh air?" Josh asked, moving a strand of hair away from my face. "Yes..please" I say, slowly getting up. He got up with me, creeping away from the crying baby. We stepped out of the room together, tip toeing through the dim hallway. We settled down againts a wall, my head on Josh's shoulder and his hand on my thigh. "I cant sleep on the floor, Joshua..im miserable" I say, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "Im worried for Tiger! Im worried hes gonna miss us or the Animal Shelter is gonna get damaged or-" I stutter out, cutting myself off. "We will make through it...Im here with you and your here with me. Tiger will be fine..hes a strong kitten" He says, looking over to me. "Come here, Come here" He comforts me, holding me into his arms. I let out some tears onto the crew of his neck, scrunching up my face and crying. Josh rubs my back, saying 'Its ok, it will be ok' occasionally. "Y/n, look at me" He says, holding my shoulders lightly and pulling me off of his neck. "I will not let anything happen to you..you are with me. We will make it through this hurricane" He says in a comforting tone. "I love you" He adds, pulling me back into his chest.

I have let a lot of my tears out now, so I felt a lot better. Josh was rubbing my back as he hummed a familiar melody. "Do you wanna go back inside?" I asked, tracing figure eights on his thigh. "Only if you come with me" I chuckled lightly, getting up from our position. He took my hand and led me back into the room, full of sleeping children and snoring parents. The baby stopped crying, thankfully. We layed back down onto our comfort zone and dived under the covers. We went back into our original position, Josh's arm around my chest and him cuddling me from behind. "I love you Joshua Dun" I whisper, picking my head up to face him. "I love you too" He says, leaning in to kiss me. I smiled and just did that. I swung my arm around his head to hold him into the kiss. It was passionet, but dissorganized. "I want you so bad I cant put it into words" He mutters into the kiss. I take my hand away and pull from the kiss, "Dont make yourself hard, Joshua" I whisper, turning back into my position. He chuckled quietly and went back to cuddling me. "Night, hun" "Night, Princess"

I open my eyes to dim lighting, and of course, a whining baby. I see Joshua still holding on to me (HOLDING ON TO YAAAA) from behind. I giggle to myself, thinking Joshua is using me as a body pillow. I hear light, quiet grunts coming from his mouth. My eyes grew wide fast, relizing he wasnt only using me for a body pillow. I felt him thrust his hips a little, and adding a quiet moan of my name. "Joshua William Dun" I whisper to myself. I rub his hand, trying to wake him up. "Y/n" He moans again, but a little louder. If he keeps this up, people are going to relize what he is doing. I shake his hand a little harder, finally getting a response. "Babe? You ok?" He asks, rubbing his eyes to make his vision clearer. "You were grinding on me.." I whisper back to him, laughing lightly. "Oh was I? Thats ironic cause I was having an amazing dream about you" "Explains the circumstances" I reply, turning my body so im facing him. I stared into his chocolate eyes for a little bit, just enjoying the way his face was shaped.

The room started to gain noise; Children were playing, parents whispering, and teenagers groaning. "We will be starting breakfast right now! So we will start with the left side of the hallway. Rooms 603,605, and 607 make your way to the cafiteria!" The intercom announced. "Come on, Joshua! Im hungry-you should be too" I started getting up, when he pulled me back down with my arm. "Joshua Will-" "I cant go out there, Im hard" Josh says in a hushed whisper. "Not my problem, come on!" I said, laughing uncontrollably.

I finally got Josh out of the room with a lot of couching. He was walking with me down the hall, him tugging his shirt down to cover his obviouse bulge. "You need to fix that problem" I said, glancing at him. "How? Any ideas? I got a couple" He replied with a wink. I just giggled and rolled my eyes. "Think about grandma" I said, giggling even more. "That would help" He said, closing his eyes. I guided him through the hall while he was thinking about grandma. I couldnt help but laugh at his thoughts.

"Ok, problem solved" He finally said, smiling. I looked down to see the bulge gone. "Great work" I muttered, getting in the, already, long line.

We waited for what seemed like forever, when finally we got a glimpse of what we would be eating. It looked like cheese and scrambled eggs, stuffed into a crossant. Not so bad for a hurricane shelter. I picked up some milk and, of course, a sandwhich. "Im gonna go find a table, Joshie" I said, giggling at the nickname. "Ok, big girl" He answered, smirking lightly. I rolled my eyes and started looking for a table.

I found a table with newspapers scattered all over it. I settled down and started eating my breakfast. I went for the milk first, feeling a litte thirsty (cause im a thirsty hoe). "Hey babe" Josh suddenly said, sitting down with me. "Hi" I said in a cheerful tone. "Hows life?" I ask, trying to make a simple conversation. "Great cause im with you" He replies, smiling from ear to ear. I smile too, rolling my eyes. "You like the sandwhich?" I ask, taking a bite from my own. "Its ok, but theres something sweeter I want to eat" I pause for a little bit, smirking. "And what would that be?" I said, sipping my milk. "You" Josh said a little bit too loud. I nearly spat my drink out, laughing. We got a couple fo stares at us, but I was laughing too hard to care.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Josh's lip bites*

It was currently 12:00 and we were called to lunch hour. It was the same routine as breakfast, but a sandwhich was replaced with pizza, and the milk was replaced with water.

Now, me and Josh were heading back to the room with our lunch, when suddenly it started to rain. It was pouring at this point. The wind howling and rain going in all different directions. "Damnit!" I yelled, shaking my head like I was in the 'Guns for Hands' music video. "Whats wrong?" Josh asked, stopping in his tracks. "Its raining.." "So? Its not that bad" He said, rolling his eyes. "I dont want my pizza getting wet! Pizza tastes amazing-but not wet" I whined, stomping my feet like a child. Josh laughed, making a fake pouty face. "Well, your pizza wont be the only thing thats wet tonight" He comments, biting his lip. "My pizza WONT get wet, so dont try to be sly" I said, giggling. "Well, what are you gonna do about it? Im not carrying your pizza" He said, smiling mischieveously. "Watch me" I say like an angsty teen. I grab the pizza and hide it under my shirt. Josh's eyes widen, and his face redens. "Lets go" I cheer. "Your somethin else, Y/n" He says, smiling like a goofball. I start running through the rain, making sure the pizza would not get wet. I see Josh hurrying up his pace too, laughing. I giggle at him, pushing through the double doors and racing down the hallway. I lost sight of Joshua, but I knew he knew where the room was located. I bolted into the room, children and parents looking at me like im being murdered. I quickly sat down on our shared bed and pulled my pizza from under my shirt. Spots of grease splattered on it.

Josh opened the door, soaked. Of course, he still looked hot. I took a bite out of my pizza, taunting him. "You dropped something" He said slyly, pulling out a condom. I gasped and dropped my pizza. I ran over to Joshua before anyone saw what was in his hand. I snatched it from him and stuffed it back into my pocket. He started laughing his cute laugh, which made me smile anyway. "I forgot I brought that" I muttered, walking back to my pizza, which was now on the floor. I pouted, picking it up. "I guess I wont be eating dinner..." I shrugged, tossing it into the local trashcan. "Ill share with you, since im nice" He said, scrunching his nose at me. I stuck my tounge out, making my way back to Joshua; who was now sitting on the bed. I cuddled up next to him so our shoulders were touching. He held out the pizza to me and gave me a 'You want a bite' look. I smiled and leaned in to take a bite. In the blink of an eye, Josh took the pizza away and replaced it with his lips. Before I could react, my lips were on his. He kissed me passionetly, I just giggled into the kiss. I saw an oppertunity to do something, so I took it. I pulled away from the kiss slightly, taking his bottom lip in the process. I bit the skin hard, tasting the blood of his. I let go, smirking at him. Josh licked his bottom lip, raising his eyebrows at me. "So thats how you wanna play huh?" He said, taking a bite from his pizza. "I didnt know we were playing" He took another bite of his pizza, glancing at me. "Joshua, are you going to let your true love starve? Or are you gonna give me a bite?" I said, squeezing his leg. "Oh ill give you a bite alright" He replied, adding a wink. I couldnt help but giggle, rolling my eyes. "Of course, Y/n, here" He handed me the rest of the pizza as he layed back.

I ate the rest of the pizza like it was my last meal. I licked my fingers free of grease. I saw Josh looking at me while I did so. I stuck my tounge out at him, giggling. He smiled up to me. I plopped down next to Josh, imediatly laying down next to him. "Im gonna doze off, is that alright with you?" I asked, placing my head next to his chest. "Sounds good to me" He said, putting his arm around me and playing with my hair. He planted a kiss on my forhead, laying his head down on top of mine. I smiled faintly, dozing off to sleep.

I heard children laughing and screaming as I opened my eyes. I didnt feel Josh's arm around me, so I wondered where he was. I got up from my laying position and started looking around. I didnt see Josh, but I recognized his bright yellow hair, poking out from the outside door. I smiled and got up, heading towards the familiar curls. I opened the door, seeing him surrounded by kids; young and old. I leaned againts the door, smiling faintly. "Is this your girl-fwend?" One kid asked, pointing to me. Joshua turned around and looked over to me, smiling as soon as he saw me. "Oh, hey Y/n! Your up" He said, turning to the kids and back to me. "Oh-and this is my girlfriend, yes. The love of my life" I smiled at his words, giggling slightly. "What are you kids doing" I ask, sitting down next to Josh. "I left to run to the bathroom, and once I came back, they pulled me a side and said 'Hey, your that drummer from Twenty One Pilots!'" He said, grinning and turning to the kids. "Hey, Josh told us you play ukulele!" One kid cheered. "Yea, play it for us!" Another one encouraged. "I mean-Im not that good" I started. "Play your uke, Play your uke" 3 kids chanted, pumping their fists in the air. I turned to Joshua, who was laughing. I beamed, seeing how happy he was. "Alright, alright, fine...Ill play it" I sighed, getting up and jogging back into the room. "Yay!" Was heard from the other side. I chuckled to myself, grabbing my ukulele from the bag.

I stepped back out to the hallway and was greeted with a smiling Joshua Dun and cheering kids. I beamed to all of them, sitting back down next to Josh. I pulled my ukulele out, plucking the strings to make sure it was tuned. "What do you wanna play?" Josh asked, rubbing my back. "You pulled me out here, so how about you pick" I replied, moving the case away and seddeling the uke under my arm. "How about Tear in My Heart? Its pretty basic" He said, biting his lip. I smiled, playing a bunch of chords randomly to warm my fingers up. "How about you drum the beat with me? Like-on your thigh or something" I request, squeezing his thigh. "Sure, I can do that" Josh smiles, looking over to the kids. The kids looked like they just saw Santa Clause; They looked so happy. "So, lets start!" I cheered. "Lets do it!" Josh added. The kids clapped for us while the parents sighed in relief, knowing the kids will be entertained for a while. I banged my head, telling him the beat in which I play it in. He nodded. We turned back to the kids, who were now squirming on the floor with excitement. "An-nyong-ha-se-yo!" Me and Josh sang in unison. I struck my strings as I played the chords, jamming with him while he played the beat on his thigh.

*TIME SKIP brought to you by Josh's smirks*

The kids started scattering all over the hallway and room, seeming like they want to do something else. "Your great with kids" Josh said, standing up and holding out his hand to help me up. "Ditto" I smile, taking his hand. He helped me up, pulling me close to him. He hugged me tightly; it took me a minute to return the favor. "Im so glad your here with me" He whispered into my hair. "Me too, Joshua" I reply as he let go of me. I smiled up to him as he did the same. "Im gonna go put my uke away" I walked back inside the room, noticing something.

As I started putting my uke away, a large family of 7 was packing up. They had 2 inflatable beds, so they are probably getting kicked out or decided to go home. "More room opening up?" Josh asked, stepping up behind me and servaying the newfound land. "I guess so.." I sighed, standing next to him. "I wanna grab it as soon as we can. It will be a bigger place for us" He said, rubbing my back. "I dont know..I kind of want to give it to the pregnant lady over there" I said softly, pointing to her. She was currently feeding her baby with a spoon full of corn. "She has a baby and is carrying one" I whispered, looking back up to him. "Your right..maybe if she moves over there, we can take her space" He said, smiling down to me. "Ill go tell her the plan, babe. Be right back" I nodded to him, starting to pack up some of our things to move. I heard Joshua in the backround, talking to the lady. His hands animated each time he tried to explain something. The ladie's eyes looked over to the family leaving, but turned back to Josh. Her eyes grew wide, and so did her smile. She hugged him as soon as he was done finishing his sentance. I giggled at Josh, who was lightly patting her on the back. She finally let go of him, eyes watery with tears. "Thank you so much, thank you" She cheered, turning back to her baby. He waved to the baby; the baby waved back and giggled. Josh smiled and made his way back to me.

"She seemed happy" I say, grinning. "Yea, very happy. Good thing we have nice neighbors" He checked his phone, looking at the time. "They should be serving us dinner soon. Its already 4:00" He said, raising his eyebrows. "Wow, time went by fast" I said, suprised at the clock. "Im gonna go help the lady move her stuff to the newfound land. How about you move our stuff to her space." I said, getting up and heading towards the pregnant lady. Josh nodded, moving some of our stuff out of the way.

The ladie's back was turned from me. I lightly tapped her on the shoulder, "Can I help you move you things?" I asked in a concerned tone. "Yes, thank you! You can-um, get the crib" She said, smiling brightly to me. I grinned, taking a grip onto the sides of the crib. I started pushing it through the room to the other side. I made it over their without bothering anyone. "You got some boyfriend over there. Hes so nice" The lady comments, looking over to Joshua. He was now moving some of our stuff to the ladies' side of the room, where she has just moved away from. "Yea, hes amazing" I say, smiling to the lady. "I saw you walk around with him last night. He really does care for you" She says, moving some blankets around the newfound area.

I saw Josh walking over to me and the lady with a bag, "Here, I believe this belongs to you" He said, handing the bag to the her. "Oh, thank you!" She rummaged through the bag, checking to see if everything was there. Joshua put his arm around me, rubbing my shoulder and keeping me close to him. The lady looked back up to us, grinning. "You 2 are the best, thank you for everything" She cooed. "Just trying to make it through the storm, no worries" I say, beamish. The baby started whining 'mommy', so the ladies' attention was turned to her daughter.

Josh and I went back to the bed, just to cuddle and relax. Like last time, He layed down directly in the middle of the blanket; I just lightly laughed, sitting down on his lap AGAIN. I handed him my ear buds again and we hung out like we did last night; him with one ear bud and me with the other. "You wanna pick a song, Josh?" I asked him, handing him my phone. "Sure" He says, grabbing it.

He takes about 5 minutes to find a song, untill I hear a familiar voice sing, "Am I the only one I know.." Josh smiled down to me, putting the phone down next to my side. "Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat.." I smile back to him, rubbing his leg. My head was situated in-between his pex, his arms wrapped around me, and his legs intertwined with mine. "Shadows will scream that Im alone.." I felt Josh's fingers trace tiny circles on my belly button. The song picked up pace as time went on.

Josh slowed his movements down untill it was at a complete stop. I heard him lightly snore above me. I looked up to him and I saw a very cute Joshua; Giving me flashbacks on 'Fetus Josh' pictures. I giggled to myself quietly, not wanting to wake him up. But in the meantime, I listened to music to keep myself entertained, while Josh slept.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Josh's nose scrunches*

The song 'I Dont Care' was currently playing, when I heard whining. "Mooommmm, Im booorrreeed" The kid whines, pouting his face. "Honey, I dont know how to entertain you! Go take a nap or somethin'" The parent snaps, facing her phone again. Joshua was still sleeping above me, so if the kid keeps whining, they may wake him up. How can I entertain kids?

As I was thinking, something jogged my memory. I saw a toddler accross from the room playing on a green, animated tablet. I remembered that I brought my tablet, since I thought I could watch a movie on it. I looked up to Josh again, seeing his mouth a little open and him snoring quietly. I smiled, slowly getting up and away from his reach. He snorts and I almost lose my cool, covering up my mouth and trying not to laugh. I keep my phone and earbuds next to him, since the music is probably muffling the noise. Joshua closes his mouth, turning his body over so that hes' on his side. I smile faintly, seeing how cute he looks. I creep up to my bag, which is right next to him. I rummage through it, trying to find the tablet. I finally find it, taking it out of the bag. What do kids like to watch for entertainment?

I scroll through Netflix on my tablet, trying to find a great movie. I scroll, untill something catches my eye; A bee. I smile, knowing that the Bee Movie is a great movie and it can entertain parents too. Plus, its a meme-sort of! I walk over to the kids, who are now drawing. "Would you like to watch a movie?" I ask, showing them the Bee Movie on my tablet. Their faces light up imediatly, looking over to their mom for approval. The mother nods, smiling, "What do you say?" She asks as I place the tablet down infront of the children. "Thank youuu" They cheered, pressing the play button for the movie to start. I smile, sitting down with them. "Can I watch with you?" I ask, getting comfortable. "Yea" One child says, still focusing on the screen.

We were still watching the Bee movie, and Berry B. Benson just came back from the flourist's house. I saw Josh walk up behind the tablet, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, Y/n" He yawned, focusing on my face. "Hey, Joshua. Up finally?" I ask, giggling. "Yea, it was a nice nap; I needed that" He adds, sitting down next to me. I lean my head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie.

"Attention Carrollwood residence: We are serving dinner early, since the winds outside are picking up. So rooms 607, 608, and 609 can head to the cafiteria now for their dinner" The intercoulm announces, turning off with a click. The kids imediediatly raced up to the door, not even waiting for their parents. I giggled, turning off the tablet. Josh followed me back to the bag, where I put it away. I turned around, facing him, "You ready to go?" I ask. "Yea! Im starved" Josh held out his hand to me, and I grabbed it, smiling. He smiled back as we made our way down to the cafiteria.

"I heard that winds are going to be 75 to 85 miles tonight. Its gonna be an over night hurricane" Josh said, bringing his arm around me. I leaned into him as we continued to walk. "And they said the winds will start to pick up around 11:00 pm, so I think we should be asleep by 12:30" He added. "Im already getting tired, so that wont be a problem with me" I giggled, holding his hand that was brushing againts my neck. Josh smiled, looking down to me. The wind began to pick up, making the rain hit us slightly. "Wow, the winds' crazy" I commented, squeezing Josh's hand. "Tell me about it" We kept walking, following people to the cafateria.

Once we got in line, we saw the pregnant lady infront of us. I believe she was getting food for other people, since she had about 10 items on her tray. Me and Josh both noticed this, and we looked at eachother. "Maybe I should go help her" I whispered to him, pointing to the lady. "Yea, you should" He smiled; me returning the favor. "Would you like any help? I see you are carrying a lot of food" I ask her, tapping her shoulder lightly. She turned her head to me, smiling instantly, "If it wont be any trouble, can you carrying the drinks for me? That would help a lot" She beamed, moving up in line. "Of course it wont be any trouble" I say, looking back to Josh and the lady again. "Thank you so much" "Mhm"

We move up in line, and I grabbed my food as Josh grabbed his. I looked to see what we were having and...yay; A hamburger. I really didnt want any burgers, so I just put it back and gave Josh a grossed out look. He chuckled, "What are you gonna eat then? This isnt a 5 star resteraunt" He asked in a conern tone. "I dont like hamburgers, remember?" I said, being completly honest with him. Josh just shrugged. "You dont like hamburgers, eh? I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich if you would like it?" A cafateria chef asked. My eyes grew wide and I beamed, "That would be splended!" They smiled, stepping away to get the sandwhich. They came back with a PB&J in their hand, handing it to me. "Thank you" I said, placing it on my tray. They nodded, smiling.

"Im gonna go help the pregnant lady, Joshie. Ill meet you back at the room" I said, kissing his cheek. He blushed, "All-rhino. Ill see ya there" He chuckled, walking out of the cafateria. I giggled to myself, strolling to the pregnant lady, who was now getting the drinks. "Thank you so much for helping me out, darling" She said, placing small cups of luiquid on my tray. "Oh, no problem! Neighbors help eachother out" I smiled to her, my grip on my tray tightening as she kept placing them; making it heavier.

As me and the lady walked back to the room, a fellow neighbor in our area was following. She looked to be about 70 or 80 years old. I wouldnt like to be rude, but she wouldnt shut up. All she talked about was God and the Bible. I mean, God Bless her soul, shes very spiritual, but I just wasnt in the mood for praying. Plus, she had a very strong spanish accent; so if she asked me a question, I would have to really consentrate to understand her. A couple of times, the pregnant lady had to tell me what she was saying. And other times, I would smile or chuckle to just respond. Sometimes, she would pull out a small book with a picture of Jesus on it and show it to the lady and me. "Work hard and live long" She would say to me with her strong accent. I would nod and smile, continuing to walk.

"Thank you for helping me out darling, your amazing" The pregnant lady said, beaming to me. I smiled to her, nodding my head. "Oh-yes! God bless your soul. Your a message from God!" The spanish woman cheered, animating her hands with every word. I giggled and nodded to her too. All of the sudden, a big gust of wind blew, nearly making me spill the drinks. The other ladies were fine, its just that for some reason, I was affected by it. "Oh honey, are you ok? Can you still carry the drinks?" The lady said in a caring tone. "Yes, I can. Its just the wind" I said, reassuring her I can still lend a hand. She smiled to me as we made our way inside the building.

I led the ladies down the hallway, to our room. I help the door open for both of them. "Thank you, your so sweet" The pregnant lady said, stepping inside. "Oh God bless your soul! Your amazing! Amen" The spanish one added, showing me her Jesus Christ neckalace. I smiled, letting her walk inside. Behind her back, I flashed a saracstic smile to Josh, which made him laugh. I closed the door and gave the drinks to the pregnant lady, who thanked me; and I made my way over to Joshua. "Hey Nerd" I said, sitting down next to him. "Hey" He giggled. "Already finished eating?" I asked, suprised as I started unwrapping my PB&J. "I told you, I was starved" He said, watching me unwrap the sandwhich closley. I was about to take a bite out of it, but then I saw him still watching me. I giggled, "Can I eat in peace?" I asked, taking a bite out of the sandwhich. He smiled, finally looking at my eyes.

I only ate half of the sandwhich, since I started feeling full. I stopped eating, putting it down on my tray and groaning. Joshua looked at me with concern, seeing only a half eaten PB&J. "Are you ok, Y/n?" He asked, sitting closer to me. "I believe so, its just im not hungry for some reason" I say, looking into his eyes. They were filled with such love and concern. "But do you feel ok?" He asks again, feeling my head. "Joshua, Im fine..its just im not that hungry" I say, smiling at him. The concern in his face fades away a little as he smiled back. "Im gonna go see if the pregnant lady would like the rest of it" I stand up, grabbing my tray and making my way over to her. "Would you like the rest of my sandwhich? Im not very hungry" I ask, holding it out to her. She gasps, "Your so sweet! My baby loves PB&Js, I tried to give her my burger but she didnt like it" The lady cheered, taking the sandwhich and smiling brightly. I grinned at her, watching her feed her baby. The babies' eyes lit up as soon as she saw it. She started giggling, taking it from the mama's hands. The baby looked at me, laughing and eating the sandwhich. I giggled, making me way back to Josh, who was now smiling brightly at me. "Your so sweet Y/n" He says, holding my hand and helping me sit down. I roll my eyes but laugh, "Your sweeter, Joshua" He laughs, grabbing my earbuds and phone. "Want to listen to some edgy music with me?" He asks, his mouth breaking into a smile. I giggle, accepting the offer.

We were laying down together; Josh's arm wrapped around me, and my head leaning on his shoulder. "How about you pick the first song, babe" Josh requests, twirling my hair in his finger. "Mkey" I asnwer, scrolling through my music playlists. I keep scrolling untill I found a good song to start off with. I clicked play, the intro of the song starting right away. I look up to him, seeing his beaming face. "I like 'Get Lucky'. Good choice" He praises me, kissing my forhead. I giggle, turning my phone off and placing it next to me. "Like the legend of the Phoenix, Our ends were beginnings" Sung in our ears. I started tracing little shapes on his stomach, finding myself not being able to stand still. I playfully poked his side, Josh showing his ticklish persona and jumping a little bit. "Y/n, I swear-" He said, chuckling. I giggled slightly, going back to tracing figure 8s on his stomach.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Josh's dance moves*

We are now curently watching Bay News 9, trying to figure out how the hurricane is doing. All of the sudden, the lights flickered off, then on. Me and Josh looked at eachother, our faces showing shock. "The power is going to go out soon..we should charge our phones to 100%" I say, checking my phones percentage. "True, my phones at 85%. Mind if I charge mine now" Josh said, checking his phone. "Go ahead, im at 95%" I reply, watching him get up to charge it. In the meantime, I get up to throw some things away. I come back to see a him in the middle of the bed, again. I laughed, sitting down on his lap. He spread out his legs a little, so I could put mine between his. I rested my head on his lower chest as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

We continued to watch Bay News 9. "The hurricane has weakened, making it no longer a CAT 4, and now making it a CAT 2" The announcer on the TV spoke. I looked to Josh, who was smiling and had his eyes wide. "Thats good news" He says, moving a strand of hair away from my face. I nod, biting my lip. I move my hand up and cup it on his chin, him watching me intensly a I do so. He smirks as I pull him closer to me. Our lips connect passionetly, making love with them. The kisses he was sending me were hungry and needing; mind probably read the same. I heard him quietly moan into the kiss, rubbing his tounge onto my upper lip, asking for enterance. I declined, since I didnt want him getting too aroused. He tried to force his tounge into my mouth, but I bit down softly on it, making him chuckle.

Our little make out session progressed to about 3 minutes, when all of the sudden, the lights flickered once more. Josh and I didnt pay any attention to it, since we were too worked up. This time, the lights didnt turn on right away. People were 'Ooohing' and 'Awwing' in the room. Then suddenly, the lights went totally out; except for one, dim light. I made Joshua pull away from me, so I could eye ball the room. I looked up to the one dim light, "Must be battery powered" I sighed, looking back to Josh. His face was red and flustered slightly, his eyes reading lust. "I-uh, yea. Probably an emergancy light." He stuttered out, smiling faintly. I giggled, resting my head back onto his chest.

"Since there is no eletricity, there will probably be no air conditioning..." I sighed, finding Josh's hands to play with. "Yea..and the wind is probably going to pick up speed soon, so we may hear it outside." He adds. "The wind will be windy and the rain will be wet" I say, laughing. Josh laughed at my sarcasm, throwing his head back. "Y-you sound like Dr.Sues" He adds, making me laugh harder. I saw people moving through the hallway, talking and laughing. I stared out into the hall, wondering what was going on out there. Josh must have noticed my curiosity, "Wanna go take a look outside?" He gently rubs my back. I simply nod, getting off his lap. He stands up and holds my hand, leading through the hallway. People were scattered all over, either talking and laughing, or on their phones. Joshua had to say "Excuse us" more than he should have to get to the end of the hallway.

I looked outside the open doors; trees where slanted, being blown by the wind. The rain pouring down was slanted to the right, pounding the ground with each rain drop. The wind was whispering, blowing into the building. A rush of cold air filled the hallway, people "oohing" and "awwing" the cool air. "Wow, its crazy out there" Josh comments, looking around for a chair for me to sit on. "Yea..and this is only the beginning" I add, watching him grab a chair. He drags it to me, setting it near the wall. "Here, sit down" He says, looking at the chair and then to me. His eyes read love and care; I smiled at him. "Joshua, Im fine-You sit" I reply, pointing to the chair. "Y/n..sit" He said softly, smiling faintly. I gave in, shrugging my shoulders and sitting down on the chair. "Now, dont you feel better-being off your feet?" He asks, smiling and looking down to me. I beam, nodding my head slowly. Josh leaned againts the wall, watching people go back and forth in front of us.

"Excuse me sir, here is a chair-only if y-you need it" A girl said, scooting a chair over to Josh. She looked to be in her early 20s; tounge peircing and 'edgy' clothing. Josh smiled at her, which made her smile wide. "Thank you, very kind of you" He says, taking the chair and placing it next to me. She stood there for a minute, watching him sit down on the chair. "S-see you later then" She cheers, quickly walking away. Me and Josh stare at eachother for a minute, thinking about what just happened. "She looked happy to see you" I say, smiling. "Ive seen her before here. She walked up to me while I was playing with the kids" He adds, face turning red. "Looks like you have an admirer" I say, laughing; making Josh smile.

For the next 10 minutes, I started showing Joshua Cat Memes; to try and take our minds off the howling winds. Most of them being on Tumblr-since Tumblr is pretty much the scariest social media in the world; you will never know what you will see next. "Oh, Y/n! I got some funny pictures, too" He cheers, pulling out his phone. "Oh really? Hit them with me" I put my phone back into my pocket, leaning over to Josh to see his phone. "Tyler sends me memes of myself all the time. And some of them are funny" He adds, clicking on Instagram. He goes to his DMs and clicks on Tyler's Instagram name. He scrolls up a little, trying to avoid all the long conversations. "Oh heres one" He smiled, turning his phone so I can see the picture clearly. There where 4 pictures of Oreoes, and 4 pictures of Josh; both of them side by side. The list contained 'Oreo thins', 'Oreos', 'Oreos Double Stuffed', and 'Oreos Mega Stuffed'. And besides those snacks, were pictures of Josh; Fetus Josh, Natural hair Josh, Cute Josh, and Hot Josh.

I started to chuckle, but then I started to laugh harder as I continued to stare at the meme. I was laughing hard at this point, even though it wasnt extremely funny. Josh joined with me, taking his phone back to find another meme. My laugh faded, my attention put back to his screen. He was scrolling again, looking through the memes Tyler has sent him. "Oh, this one" Josh says, clicking on a picture and showing it to me. 'Joshua Run', 'Joshua Sun', 'Joshua Nun', and 'Joshua Bun' was listed on the screen, along with edited pictures of him.

I laughed harder at this one, since the pictures added made it more funny. Josh giggled, taking his phone back. I calmed my laughter, looking over to him. The winds suddenly picked up, howling into the building. Me and Josh both looked over, seeing the tree sway rapidly. I looked back to him, as he looked back to me. I mouthed the word 'wow' to him. "Yea..its gonna get pretty bad" He said, raising his eyebrows slightly. I sighed, nodding. "But im here for you, so you dont need to worry" He added, looking into my eyes. I smiled at his words, blushing slightly.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my jean pocket, interupting the moment. I pulled it out, looking to see what my notification showed. It was Tyler! "Tyler just texted me" I say to Josh. "Oh he did?” He scooted closer to me, watching me as I read Tyler's text: "Hey, Y/n! I just would like to see how you guys are doing at the shelter. Me and Jenna are worried about you." I looked over to Josh, who was faintly smiling. "What should we say?" I ask, glancing to my screen. "Say something like 'We are ok, thank you for asking'" Josh replies, looking up to me. I nod, and answer Tyler's text: "Me and Josh are fine, even though hes acting like a thirsty hoe all of the sudden. Lol" I hit send and laugh, looking over to Joshua. His face is turning red, blushing like crazy. "Oh yea? Im a thirsty hoe?" He chuckles, grabbing my phone. I try to take it back, but he holds it up and out of my reach. He starts typing: "Well Y/n has been all over me, giving me kisses. Shes the thirsty one -Jishwa" He hits send and hands it back to me. I laugh, poking Josh's side for pay back. He laughs, jolting and covering the ticklish area. Our faces wrinkled in a laugh of derision. My phone buzzed again, our attention turning back to Tyler. "Lol, glad to see you 2 are having fun. Be careful out there |-/" We read, smiling at his words. I start typing: "Thank you Tyler. Tell Jenna we said 'Hi'! See you soon -Joshua and Y/n" I hit send, locking my phone and putting it into my pocket.

I look over to Josh, leaning back into my chair. I gave him a tired look, my eyes almost closed and slouching in my seat. "Are you tired?" He asked, adjusting his siting position. I nodded, yawning. "Come here" He coaches, bringing out a hand and waving it towards me. I slowly get up and ambled over to him. I didnt care what position I was in at this point, so I just straddled him, leaning my head over his shoulder. He started rubbing my back, humming his part in 'Glowing Eyes'. Talk about instantly relaxed. I wrapped my hands around him, feeling exhausted.

He stopped rubbing my back after what seemed like an hour. I felt his head turn to look at me, moving hair away from my face. My eyes were closed, so he probably thought I was sleeping. I didnt feel him move, but I did feel his eyes on me. I guess he was just enjoying my facial features and structures. But then, I feel him start to get up. Should I move out of his way? He picked me up by my butt, making me relize he was going to carry me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, making sure he wouldnt have trouble carrying me. He kissed my head, padding (walking) down the hall way. I heard him whisper "Excuse me" a couple of times, probably so he wouldnt bump into anyone.

I opened my eyes slightly once I felt him start to put my down. He layed me down and covered me up with the Twenty One Pilots blanket. I smiled faintly as he creeped to the other side to join me. Once he was under the covers with me, I cuddled up to him. I set my head down on his chest, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He was warm like the room, but his heat was propelled as love. He layed his hand down on my arm, gently rubbing it. "Night, hun" "Night, Joshie"

I opened my eyes to dim lighting, peaking into the room. I looked over to Josh, who was already awake, looking at me. I smiled, "Hey" I whispered. "Hi" He asnwered, reaching an arm out to me and pulling me closer to him. I turned my body around so we were in a spooning position. He held me close, wrapping his arm around me. "We made it through the hurricane" He whispered to me, smiling. I beamed, "Couldnt have done it without you, Josh" "Dotto" I giggled quietly. "Wanna go outside? Its pretty calm out there" Josh proposes. "Sure, and we can also see if our car isnt damaged" I reply as he lets go of me. I get up, grabbing a flashlight just in case. I wait for Josh, who is putting on his shoes. "Ok-lets go" He holds my hand, leading through the hallway.

We reach the open double doors, cops standing out there and talking to people. We slip past them, walking down the sidewalk to where our car was. "If these other cars havent moved, im sure our car will be fine" He reassures me. I nod my head. "Whoa look at that!" Josh points to a palm tree, slanted over and laying on the ground. It was blown down! I quickly take out my phone, snapping a pic of it as we keep walking. We are greeted with branches blown off, puddles of water that could make a small lake, and trees slanted or blown down. We saw a couple of frogs, most dead but some alive. Josh made us keep walking, trying to not let me see the deseased animals.

We finally found our car, hurrying over to it. Me and Josh looked it over, searching for signs of damage. "There is not even a scratch on her!" Josh cheers, jogging over to me. My face lit up, thinking that there can be little hope for our house too. I laughed, hugging him tightly. He squeezed me back, using one of his hands to pet my hair. I let go of him, stepping back and giggling. He laughs, holding out his hand. I take it as we walk back to the building.

As we were walking back, it suddenly started to rain. It gradually started to pour harder, making us realize we should hurry up before we get too wet. Me and Josh looked at eachother, laughing and running through the rain, hand in hand. His yellow hair matted onto his face, his T-Shirt clinging to his body, and shoes slapping againts the water. We kicked away tree branches and leaves, being blissful together as always. I pointed out the gates to the shelter, seeing the cops and people inside. We nearly ran into the gate, laughing. Josh opened it for me, leading me to the double doors. We made it into the building, soaked with water. I panted, looking at him. Me and Josh looked back to the hallway, seeing people look at us like we were ghosts. We laughed, making our way back to the room.

"We should start to pack up" Josh said, folding up our blankets and placing them into our duffle bag. "Yea, how about you park the car next to the curb-and ill pack our things up" I reply, putting my tablet into the bag. "Sounds good, ill be right back" He jogged out of the room, holding his car keys. I put my phone in my back pocket, also putting the phone chargers into the duffle bag. "Goodluck out there, honey. Take care of your boyfriend for me" The pregnant lady said, stepping up behind me. I turned around, smiling instantly. "Thank you. You be careful too. Take care of your daughter" I reply, taking my earbuds and stuffing them into the dufflebag. She grinned, walking back to her area.

I zipped up the bag, looking at our, now, empty territory. I made sure everything was in our duffle, and nothing was left behind. "Ok, Y/n. The car is on the curb. I already told the cops we are leaving" Josh suddenly appeared in the room, patting my back. I smiled, "Lets Skidaddle" He chuckled, holding my hand while my other grips our bag. We step outside, noticing the rain slowed down a little bit. Joshua opened the trunk of the car, helping me place the duffle into it. He closed the lid, walking over to the drivers seat. I jogged over to the passenger side door, getting in. Josh turned on the car, looking over to me. I smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. He beamed, stepping on the gas peddle and driving away from the shelter.

As we continued to drive, more and more destruction was seen. Trees bent in half, fences torn apart, and I also saw a childrens toy in the middle of the street. Plus, the traffic lights were out! So we got to run a couple of red lights, not having to worry being pulled over by a cop. Josh glanced at me occasionally, seeing if I was alright. I took some video of the damage and flooding, seeing it as a sad memory.

*TIME SKIP Brought to you by Tyler's love for Taco Bell*

Joshua parked the car near our house, turning it off. We sat in silence (NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE) for a little bit, eyeballing our home. "It looks fine from the outside" I say, looking over to Josh. "Lets just hope its fine on the inside" He replies. "Like you" He adds, chuckling. I smile, getting out of the car. He also gets out of the car, opening the trunk. I walk around, grabbing the dufflebag; but Josh stops me. He mouths 'I got it', and I just nod. He swings it over his shoulder, closing the trunk and locking the car.

We start to walk to our front door. Im nervous for what I will see inside. My hands started to shake a little as I fumbled with the keys to the house. "Are you alright, babe?" Josh asks. I shake my head, giving up on the keys. "I-I dont know whats wrong with me. Im just nervous for what our house will look like" I stutter out, embarrassed that Im acting like this. "Hey, Y/n..it will be fine. Do not worry..if worse comes to worse, we can fly out to Tyler and Jenna..." Josh says, pulling me close. I hide my face in his chest, giving him the keys. He holds one hand around me and unlocks the front door with the other. I let him go, nervously walking into the house. Josh follows me inside, tossing the dufflebag into the house and locking the door behind him. I look throughout the living room, seeing no damage. Josh pulls out his phone, dialing the Animal Shelter. I look over to him, my heart pounding with anticipation. He holds it up to his ear, stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Yes, um-Our cat is named 'Tiger'. Do you have him? Is he alright?" Josh asks, pacing around in a circle. "Thats great, thank you" he hangs up the phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. "Is Tiger ok?" I ask, biting my knuckle. "Hes alright" Josh says, smiling brightly. He turns around and turns on the living room light, just to see if we have power. Our eyes grow wide, being greeted with a glow in the room. I cant contain my excitement and relief; I hug Josh instantly. He hugs me back tightly, kissing the top of my head. "We made it through" He said, using one hand to pet the back of my head gently. "I love you, so much" I say, hugging him tighter. "I love you too"

Aye, you made to the end! I hope you liked at least a paragraph of it. But anyways, cya next time

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jestbee · 7 years ago

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June 28: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Eight)

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brattyblu · 7 years ago

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(Day 3) Give Blood

“Dude, you should just donate some blood. It’s an easy twenty bucks.”

I shook my head while staring at my pathetic check. A full weekend at Walmart just to get this? My friends asked me to hang out this weekend, but there was no gas to put in my car.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” I mumble into the receiver, refocusing my attention to my roommate. I’d already forgotten what he called for, just knew that I wanted to hang up as I felt my stomach churn.

I knew the American Red Cross was taking blood donations again, they set up camp right near my dorm. I passed by everyday, trying my best to ignore the “give blood today” signs in bright red. No way in hell. But they kept following me, everywhere I went I saw their red stickers. People proudly walking and posting pictures of their “I donated!” stickers.

I hesitate and stare at the van, chewing my lip. Today, after class. I’ll just donate a pint for some quick gas money. It’ll be fast and painless, get in, get out. I duck my head and pick up my pace. The less I think about it, the easier it’ll be.

It wasn’t until another student walks past the open doorway and gives me a strange look that I realize how nervous I actually am right now. Ever since the nurse stepped out for some paperwork, sweat was forming in my clenched hands, I was bouncing my leg and my eye began twitching at the slow, autonomous sound of the clock ticking. The student moves away from the door, continuing to walk to the next room. I take some heavy breaths and unclench my fists. I run my hands through my hair, anything to get me to chill.

The nurse returns with a beaming smile. My stomach growls loudly, and I pretend like no one heard it.

“Okay, Joel. Just a few quick questions and then we can move on,” she sits in a swivel chair across from me.

“Have you given plasma, platelets, or blood cells in the past eight weeks?”

I give a nervous chuckle, “Not on my life.”

“Are you feeling well today?” She peeks up at me, the edges of her mouth twitch into a smile. Then, just as quickly as it came, her eyes swoop back down to her clipboard.

I bite my lip, I probably looked pale as fuck and couldn’t help it. “As well as I’ve ever been.”

“Have you ever had any type of cancer, including leukemia?”

“No.”

“Have you ever had hepatitis?”

“No.”

“Have you ever had malaria, Chagas' disease, or babesiosis?”

“No.”

We continue like that for five minutes, I answer no to all of her questions.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” she sets her clipboard down and stands up, “Don’t worry, this will be so quick, you won’t even feel a thing.” She shoots me a reassuring smile before washing her hands and putting on gloves.

“Go ahead and lift up your sleeve please.”

I give a heavy sigh and life the sleeve of my hoodie up.

She takes out the needle and vial and cleans off the needle. She taps the needle a few times and turns her full body towards me. Two steps and she’s wrapping some kind of plastic around my arm, then wipes my arm with disinfectant. I turn my head.

My heart’s beating loudly in my ears as I feel a slight pinch. Then nothing. I count the seconds in my head. Ten, twenty, thirty seconds go by. A minute passes and I look back over towards the nurse. Three vials were laying on the counter to my right. Damn, how many vials were in a pint?

The nurse was halfway done with filling the fourth vial. The blood was much darker than I expected it to be, there was foam slowly rising to the top of it. I watch the vial fill up, forgetting about my irrational fear. Instead, I’m focused on it’s changing color. The blood darkening into a deeper red. It fades deeper and deeper into a dark brown, until it appears completely black.

I look up at the nurse, her face is full of terror. Her lip quivered and her eyes wide with shock. I open my mouth, but before I say anything, the needle is ripped from my arm and tossed aside. The vial lands with the others and cracks slightly, but luckily no blood spills out.

The nurse gives a loud shriek and sprints out of the room in a flash. I stare at the door blankly before recovering, my other hand flying to cover my right arm. I wait for minutes on end for the nurse to come back. Just what the hell is wrong with me? What’s inside my body to turn my blood black?!

After 15 minutes I dash out. I run all the way to the dorm and speed walk to my room. I don’t say anything to anyone. I just walk, my sleeve down and clutching my arm. I slam the door closed and my roommate looks up from his laptop.

“Dude, what’s wrong?”

Sweat drips down my face, “N-nothing. Just busted a pen is all.” I rip off my hoodie and dig through my closet to fetch a new shirt.

“Whatever, man. Did you donate blood?”

“Yeah, and I’m hungry as hell. Did you eat already?”

“Nah, let’s go eat something. I’m sick of this paper anyway.” He pushes his laptop closed, not really bothering to power it off, and stands up.

I pull on a black shirt and make a mental note to stop by Walgreens and grab some band aids.

A few days pass after the incident. Things were normal, but the Red Cross wasn’t leaving. I just played it cool. I visited my doctor that weekend but everything came up normal, even my blood test was fine.

. . . At least that’s what I thought. I woke up one morning to banging on my door. My roommate gone. I planned on sleeping in this Sunday morning, but I begrudgingly opened my door anyway. I squint at the newfound light entering the room. A man in a hazmat suit stares back at me. The next thing I know I’m being pinned to a stretcher and shoved into an ambulance. There’s a lot of yelling and rushing, but I can’t make out anything. Instead I’m just cursing at everyone and screaming back. No one pays me any mind, and the ambulance hauls me off. More people in hazmat suits stand over me, they’re only starting before putting a mask over my face. I breath in cold gas and my eyelids get heavy.

White. Blinding white. The bright lights fade out to show yellow blotches randomly strewn about. My vision focuses until I see more hazmat suits standing over me. Unrecognizable faces peer through the glass covering their faces. All of their brows were furrowed with concern. The gas mask over my face was gone, and I heard the steady beat of a heart monitor.

“His heart rate is normal.”

I want to say something, but my mouth is dry, and I can’t get it to move. My eyes are still heavy, my mind slow and groggy. I roll my eyes around the room, nothing looks familiar.

A doctor turns around and begins fiddling with something, all I hear is scraping metal.

“What’s going on?” I finally groan out. No one seems to have heard me, or maybe they were just ignoring me.

I try to sit up, but at least six hands fly to my chest and gently push me back down.

“Easy now, you're in a critical state.”

My eyebrows furrow. I was fucking fine last I remember! I mean, I did go out drinking with my friends, but I didn’t get wasted.

“Giving him the anesthesia now,” the doctor is turned back around with needle in both hands. A clear liquid is filled into the vial about halfway. All air leaves my body and I swing up. I’m yelling something, but I’m not sure what. For whatever reason the words flying out of my mouth aren’t clear in my head.

More hands force me down again, much harder than the first time. Another hand in holding my arm out, a purple bruise showing from the last needle incident. My left arm is held out as well, and I can no longer move my legs freely. The heart rate monitor is beeping faster.

“Hold him steady,” the doctors say as they both hold the needles up to my forearms.

Sweat that formed onto my forehead is now dripping into my eyes, they begin watering but I’m too afraid to blink. I feel pinching in my limbs and a searing pain, something rushing in through my veins. My torso lurches forward and the whole bed shakes, or whatever I’m strapped down to. I finally realize I’m screaming, my limbs feel like they’re burning. They start twitching but in time my whole body is shaking. I can’t tell what those damn doctors are doing anymore, I just know that this hurts like hell.

In the reflection of the glass through a hazmat suit, my eyes are oozing something black. I’m foaming at the mouth and it looks like I’m having some sort of seizure. The heart rate monitor is beeping at an alarming speed. More pinches in my body, up my arms and legs, in my stomach, on my back. All over my body I’m feeling unending stinging.

“Help . . . me . . .” I was sure no one heard me whisper my plea, but I just wanted it to end. I prayed that maybe this was all just a bad dream, and it would end quickly.

“Don’t worry, you won’t suffer much longer,” a voice calmly tells me. A splash of yellow zooms in in the corner of my eye, another doctor is holding a needle pointed straight towards my eye. A palm is holding my head steady, I don’t think I’m screaming anymore. Instead, I’m just groaning out something inaudible:

“Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggh . . .” I’m mumbling.

The needle comes closer to my pupil.

#promptober #prompt #short story #short stories #day 3 #horror #spooky

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elaianna · 6 years ago

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The Admiral’s Fate

The combination of hot and cold was unsettling.

On the one hand -- or rather, the one cheek -- his face was burning. There was a proper lighting of blood beneath his skin, swelling a bulging where the bulk of the damage had been done. His jaw sat poorly on his skull, leaning to one end where the swelling was worst. It left his right eye shut, unable to open from the girth of flesh that formed an apple beneath his caterpillar brow.

Stephan, the man had said, by way of Hadley. Not a name Tom knew -- and he knew quite a many, especially in the realm of seafarers.

“Ho! -- HO! Lighthouse!” called one of the men in a hoarse, salt-scoured voice.

Twenty-three days and counting.

And if she did, would it be him that she saw?

Sitting at her desk, she had asked her handmaiden to leave her for the evening. She needed time and space to herself. She didn't want to admit to anyone what she had done. She didn't want to admit what was going through her mind. She stared at the parchment, addressed to an office in Stormwind.

Arthur Daud,

I am writing to inquire about the state of our agreement, and if you have already cashed in your end of the

That was it. That was all she could write. She could feel anger flaring up. Anger at herself for writing as if her husband were some item, but at the same time, she couldn't risk writing down and leaving evidence of the deal made a year ago.

Then she heard it-- the bells of the harbour. She stood up so fast that there was a clatter as her chair fell behind her. Racing towards the balcony, she ignored the frigid whip of the winds as they blew over her, and stared towards the harbour.

Entering into the shallow waters of Stormholme harbour, was a precarious sloop.

“MEDIC! MEDIC! MEDIC!”

There was a still moment, filled only by the ‘clack-clack!’ of horse hooves coming from the harbourway until …

CRRRRKK -- KSSH!

The foremast split with a sad, sickening sound like broken twigs. It fell forward in an impotent display of destruction, falling without consequence onto the dockhead. Bubbles began to emerge around the sloop, betraying it’s hull failures -- she was slowly, slowly sinking right there in the harbour.

All that Elaianna could make out from where she stood was the small vessel making it's way into the harbour. She squinted, and took note of what disrepair she could see from a distance. The foremast wasn't aligned. By the time she had turned from the balcony to race down the stairs of Stormhollow castle, she missed the very thing she scrutinized collapsing.

The medics were on their way before she was. Yet the lady wasn't far behind. She didn't have time for a saddle. If she was right, then she had already lost twenty-two days worth of time. She had to be right. What other peoples would come back into Stormholme harbour in such a state? She could reason a great many people seeking refuge after dealing with the Horde on the open sea, or pirates, or other dangers. But she tried to think optimistically. She had to. Even if she was running out of that optimistic steam.

Click-click. Click-click.

Arriving after the medics, Elaianna swung one leg over the horse, and landed with a light 'thud' on the ground. She ignored the looks she acquired from what few paid mind to the new arrival. The Duchess riding a horse bareback, like a man, in a dress? It drew a few glances, but the attention was ultimately on those who had returned from sea.

"What is going on? What is the state of things?" she asked the first man she found.

The man in first attention was a medical professional -- at least he must have been, by the white-frock coat and the elbow-high rubberized gloves he wore.

“My Lady -- please, we aren’t sure yet. These men are severely injured, we need to get them to the -- “ he spoke as he turned toward the Duchess, head bowed in respect. Yet he was cut off by a sudden, loud ’thump!’.

Elaianna looked towards the vessel as the first of the men fell onto the wooden boards of the dock. Her brows were knit in concern. "--I don't care who these men are, see to it they are all seen to, and the duchy will fund all medical costs," she instructed to the same white coat professional.

All the same, a tiny hoarse call left his blistered lips, ”Ain’ no place .. like hooome~”.

Elaianna's eyes went wide as that hoarse voice called out. It wouldn't have been heard over the commotion, were it not for the Lady being so familiar with the sound of her husband's voice.

"THOMAS!"

Holding up her skirts up as Elaianna sprinted forwards, dropping to her knees beside him. She felt the burn of knees being skinned by the rough wooden boards. "Thomas, Tom... Oh tides. Tides.. You're..." She looked up and towards the medic she had first bothered, waving him over. "Medic! Over here!"

At the waving of the Duchess, the medic rushed forward with his satchel in hand.

“Thhff -- ick. Thfickk -- Mff .. “ he attempted to speak, with little grace. The swell of his blistered lips gave terrible aid in pronunciation, and left him impotently waving a few spare fingers at the other men as he spoke.

Elaianna reached a hand out, fingers delicately caressing whatever part of his arm looked the least swollen and prone to feel pain at her touch, rather than any sense of calm. "--Shhh, dear. Shh. We'll have plenty of time to talk once you've been looked after."

A concentrated groan left him at her statement.

He rose somewhat, coming up to keep his weight on his hip as he wagged a limp hand at the coughing, beaten and bloody men being attended to by the medics.

“M’boys -- th’thhfick -- sick, sick. No water in five .. “ his voice trailed off, too sucked from moisture and nourishment to do much other than whistle with a hoarseness further.

"We'll get them watered, love. They're already being taken care of," she assured Thomas gently.

“... I will be honest, my Lady,” he spoke in address to Anna, “I am not certain how his grace is even alive. With your leave, we must get him to the infirmary immediately at risk of fatality … “ His eyes trained on Anna in wait for the slightest indication of an ‘OK’. As urgent a matter as it was, they were still on her order above all else.

Leaning out of the way, she gave the man some room to inspect her husband. His words gave reason for her complexion her to pale. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't have him returned to her only to die. "Do what you must to save him. Please," she urged, rising to her feet.

Don't you dare die on me now.

As simple a command as that was enough to strike the medics into action.

Elaianna glanced to the carriage, then towards the horse she had ridden all the way down to the harbour. She waved at one of the passing dockworkers. "You there," she called out, stopping the young boy in his tracks. "Can you ride a horse?"

"Yes, ma'am-- Lady-- Grace."

"Take my horse, and head to the castle. Ride ahead, and alert them that the Duke is en route with life threatening injuries, and several others are on their way to the infirmary for the same treatment. -- Hurry."

The boy nodded and sprung into action with the orders given by the Duchess herself.

Only then did Elaianna turn and hurry to the carriage, letting her actions answer the medic's question. As she climbed inside she stayed as near to Thomas as she dared without being in the way of the medic. "I'm not leaving him alone," she told him.

The conviction of her voice allowed only a nod in response from the medic.

“NNGHH! -- “

One of the medics frowned at the pained response.

“I’m feeling separation -- atleast two are floating in the abdomen.”

“Two? Tides … wait, one here as well. L3 -- which do you have floating?”

Another press came against Thomas’ side.

“NGHH -- hgh, hghh -- mhh .. “

“R1 and R3, both outside ligament limits. The bruising is consistent with rapid, repeated blunt force trauma. I’m seeing stippling … a studded tool.”

“Heart rate is rising … I see clam and fever. We need to brace and get an airway -- “

“I’m on it, get me a tubing and a separator for his throat -- “

Amidst the ongoing diagnosis and preliminary treatment, there was a scouring of wind past the carriage windows. Unnoticed, apparently, by the medics focused on their work -- it whistled like a man’s voice. A mocking, taunting tight-lipped tune.

"Not yet," Elaianna mumbled to herself-- or was it to the wind? "Not yet."

She could feel her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She was anxious, and truth be told? She was terrified. She couldn't lose him. Not now. Not yet. Not again.

"Hang on, Thomas," she murmured softly. "Hang in there, love. Stay anchored with us now..."

Yet as they spoke of a separator for his throat and needing an airway, she had to turn her head to hide her cringe. She couldn't watch that. She'd have the memory burned in her mind if she did.

Keen was the mind that looked away.

While oxygen was quite welcome, it produced quite an audible pain in the man as his lungs swelled and -- in doing so -- pushed his shattered ribcage to and fro.

A stronger man might have kept his mind, but there was only so much rope on a ship. Thomas had thrown all he had overboard, and thus gargled and fell unconscious from the pain.

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