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fallinnflower · 5 years ago

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fresh start

young k x reader (non-idol!au, college!au, fuckboi!brian, request)

a/n: i got an anon request for a flirty fuckboi brian, and the request got a little out of hand. i’m not very good at writing our resident fox boy as a bad guy...

By all accounts, you and Brian Kang should be good friends. You literally share a best friend and are in the same degree program — so anyone would come to the logical conclusion that you and Brian get along. You might even be pretty similar.

If anyone were to say this to you, you’d probably vomit on their shoes. Because Brian Kang is kind of an asshole to you, and you don’t even know why.

See, the first time you had a class with him you were so excited! Jae had told you all about his best friend Brian, and that you were both getting a business degree, but when you walked in the room Brian glared right at you.

You sat as far away as possible. It didn’t stop him from glaring at you literally all the time. You wondered if he hated you for being Jae’s friend or something. Were you stealing Jae away?

The two of them were in a band together, and whenever you went to their shows you would congratulate Brian without being able to look him in the eyes. Not that it mattered, or that he noticed, because he was always swarmed by girls (and some guys) after the shows. He always looked a lot happier surrounded by his adoring fans, and you deduced his ego must be fucking huge.

So you decided to hate Brian Kang! Simple as that. If the guy wanted to glare at you and openly play with people’s hearts in front of you, he was just asking for it, right?

You never told Jae why you hated Brian. You never brought up all the glaring after the first day, when you were dejected and confused, and you certainly never told him about the times Brian would be staring/glaring at you in class and suddenly bite or lick his lips like you were some meal.

It was gross. You thought he was such a tool. But Jae didn’t need to think that about his best friend; so you never said anything, and he never asked.

At least, not for over a year, anyways.

At least once during this year, Jae tells Brian to try being nice to you because he’s sick of having to divide his time. And Brian tries — he really does, but you… don’t seem to notice.

He takes a seat beside you in one of your many shared courses, and you immediately give him a look he can only describe as disdain. However, Brian doesn’t see your facial expressions up close much; or maybe you’re just joking around because you’re friends with Jae. To avoid sounding too loud in the lecture hall, he scoots his seat closer to yours, offering up a winning smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” he starts, and you don’t even look in his direction. He leans forward on the desk, trying to catch your eye. “Nice shirt. That’s a good color on you.”

“Thanks. Stole it from Jae.” The flatness of your tone makes it almost impossible for Brian to know what to do, but he laughs anyways. You give him the deadliest look he’s even seen when he does this.

“Yeah,” he replies, running a hand nervously through his hair. He thinks he sees you wrinkle your nose at him. Is his cologne too strong or something? He suddenly worries that you’re allergic and leans back a little. “You and Jae are pretty close.”

“Mhmm.” You turn your attention to the front of the lecture hall as the professor walks in, but Brian’s eyes linger on you. He wonders if today is a bad day. The two of you do have a pretty important quiz in this class today, so maybe you’re just stressed. Either way, he feels bad for imposing on you.

He scoots his chair back out a little, and sniffs self-consciously at his shirt.

“Hey, we’re having a party Friday night. You in?” Jae asks, snagging another fry off your plate. You swat at his hand.

“Yeah, sure.” You pause for a second, then look up at Jae. “Is… is Brian gonna be there?” Jae looks up at you like you’re a dumbass. Maybe you are.

“Well, he lives there, so.” At his response, you pick up a fry and dunk it in ketchup, hurriedly shoving it into your mouth. The whole time you feel Jae’s questioning gaze on you. He doesn’t really know what beef you have with Brian — not that you really know, either, except that he seems to hate you and has a pretty bad reputation with girls in general — but the fact that you avoid his housemate like the plague is starting to get too obvious to ignore.

“What’s your problem with him, anyways?” Jae asks. You shrug and shove another fry into your mouth, stalling. As you go to reach for yet another, Jae slides the plate to his side of the table, watching you expectantly. With a sigh, you beckon him closer, both of you leaning across the table conspiratorially.

“Isn’t he, like, a total fuckboi?” You ask. Jae immediately freezes, his eyes going wide,

“A what?!” He asks, and when you repeat yourself he bursts into raucous laughter, totally undoing any inconspicuousness you two had going for you. You sink into your chair, embarrassed, but still manage to glare at him.

“What! Everyone says he just uses your band’s fans. Leads them on and shit.” You think about how he always seems to be glaring at you in class, and the one time you caught him licking his lips while doing so; or the one time he sat by you on a quiz day just to compliment you and probably cheat off your test or something. Classic dick move. However, while you’re mulling this over, Jae is taking off his glasses to wipe the tears away.

“Ah, man, oh my god. Y/N, I think that’s the funniest shit you’ve ever said to me.” After composing himself with another one of your french fries, he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Brian is way too soft to be a fuckboi. Trust me.”

You want to argue, but you realize how absolutely pointless it is. Jae lives with Brian, so obviously he would know if Brian had girls around all the time or was going to theirs — if there’s anyone in your life who would know what Brian’s deal is, it’s him.

“But, then… why?” You ask meekly, miserably reaching for another fry. Jae shrugs.

“The rumors? Some girl asked him out freshman year and he rejected her,” he says. “Brian’s too nice to do anything about it.” As you avert your gaze in shame, you happen to catch a glimpse of a clock on the wall. Realizing your next class is coming up soon, you stand up and grab your bag.

“Alright,” you say, looking down at Jae. “I’ll be there Friday.” He breaks into a smile.

“Sick.”

You almost walk away without your fries, but you don’t think Jae deserves them after laughing at you like that. So you go back for them.

Making up with Brian Kang was going to be way harder than you thought.

First off, now that you knew what you knew, you felt so awful you couldn’t even look at him! Second, he was pretty scarce at the party, seemingly just moving around the room checking on people constantly. By the time you managed to catch up to him (or him to you, really), you were wasted and had almost fallen into a wall. Brian managed to snag your elbow and pull you towards him, so you fell into his chest rather than their drywall.

Upon seeing it’s him you let out a little gasp and grab his bicep excitedly.

“Brian!” He laughs at that,

“Hey, Y/N. You okay?” You pout, probably way more exaggeratedly than you should.

“No,” you start, and as he begins to look nervous you grasp his arm tighter and continue. “I wanted to say sorry.” He blinks at you.

“What for?”

“For think you were a fuckboi!” You wail, swaying slightly. If not for your grip on his arm you probably would’ve crashed to the ground. Brian’s brow furrows.

“A... a what?”

“A fuckboi!” You repeat loudly, leaning in close to his ear, and as you do you miss the way his whole face seems to turn red.

“How drunk are you, Y/N?” He asks, gently steadying you with his hands on your shoulders now, and you beam proudly.

“I outdrank Jae!”

Brian blinks at you again, his mind going to where Jae is passed out in the bathtub already, and wonders how you’re still standing.

“Come on, we should get you home,” he says. “Did you come with someone?”

“My roommate left me,” you respond, and as Brian tries to walk you towards the door you take hold of his bicep again, more tightly now.

“No~,” you wail. “I don’t wanna go outside. It’s cold.”

If you weren’t so trashed, you’d be able to see how conflicted Brian looks before he decides to bring you upstairs. He unlocks his bedroom (the master, because he’s the one who put the deposit down on this place), and gently leads you in.

It takes at least twenty minutes to convince you to change your clothes, and Brian has to squeeze his eyes shut and cover them with one hand so you’ll actually do it — but you need his other arm for support the whole time. Then, for some reason, you decide you want to brush your teeth instead of staying in bed where he put you while he went to get water, and he comes back just in time to see you fall on your ass in the bathroom. You don’t seem fazed at all.

And then, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up in the morning in a room you don’t recognize, in clothes that aren’t yours, and with a terrible headache. As you’re trying to get back to sleep, the door creaks open and your eyes meet Brian’s.

You sit up immediately.

“Morning,” he greets. He sets some painkillers and a mug of coffee down on the bedside table for you. You’re still staring wide-eyed at him. “How’re you feeling? Are you sore at all?”

You want to die.

“Am I what?” You squeak out, dragging his sheets up to your chest. Brian stares at your for a moment, then suddenly his face turns red and he shakes his head.

“No— no I mean, you fell in the bathroom last night and I... I thought you might have a bruise or something.”

You take a little solace in the fact that you both feel awkward about your current predicament, but that only helps marginally. You swallow hard, both of you just staring at the other, unsure of what to do.

“So uh, are these your clothes?”

“Yeah,” he says, awkwardly. You shift awkwardly in his bed, biting your lip and averting your eyes.

“Did we… did we sleep together?” Brian furrows his brows.

“No. I slept on the floor.” It’s at that that you can finally look at him again, this time pinning him with a sharp gaze.

“That’s not what I meant.”

He turns red again.

“O-oh. No. You were drunk, I wouldn’t do that.” After a pause, he speaks up again, “Is that what a fuckboi would do?”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, curling in on yourself. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god.”

“It’s okay!” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t realize you felt that way.” With your face still half-buried in his sheets, you look up at him and break into a little smile. He looks so concerned, you wonder how you ever thought he was a bad person when he cares so much about something like this.

From this close you can see how pretty he is, even without his concert makeup — and honestly you’re realizing his glaring is just how his sleep-puffy eyes look. You feel pretty dumb.

“We’re kinda stupid, aren’t we?” You ask. Brian laughs a little and runs his hand through his hair, letting his bangs fall into his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Wanna start over?” He nods,

“I’d like that.” The two of you shake hands, both giggling, and then Brian stands up.

“So, Y/N,” he says, with a blindingly brilliant smile. “Are you a pancake or waffle person? I made both, don’t worry.”

And suddenly, you think you and Brian are gonna get along just fine as you follow him downstairs for breakfast.

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saintheartwing · 4 years ago

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Invader Zim: The Pigshit Troll, Part Three

"So it's coming from Dad's lab?"

Gaz was now very intrigued indeed. She sat across from Dib in the living room as he pulled open his laptop, Gaz pulling open a can of "Mountain Spew" and drinking away. Dib glanced over at the black can, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah…but why are you drinking that new flavor? Aren't you more into the original?"

"Yeah, but I wanna give the new flavor a try and I gotta be honest, it ain't bad for a zero calorie soda. It tastes like the way Mountain Spew used to way back in the day. A LOT better than their diet one, I'll tell ya that." Gaz remarked. "And it ain't given me diarrhea yet, so that's a plus."

Dib did the very best he could to suppress his laughter. When it came to Gaz's diet, her constantly going to Bloaty's Pizza Hog had real consequences. The cheese round the clock was getting her blocked, but when the levee finally broke, well…frankly, so did the toilet. Many, many times. And she would make him clean it.

There had been a positive to this though. Dib was now amazingly good at plumbing and mechanical engineering and he was actually picking up some decent money loaning his services out to the neighborhood as a plumber…provided nobody told the local trade unions about what he was up to, because compared to them, he was real cheap. So now he could afford a VERY nice laptop with all the bells and whistles as he showed it off to Gaz.

"Yeah, the IP address was traced back to Dad's lab. Unfortunately, I can't track it down to the very computer, Dad does have enough security in place to keep me from seeing that and no way am I risking jail time by cracking that open. They almost busted me last month when Dad tried to install the "Parental Controls" on our new television and I don't want Officer Krupke giving me that lecture again."

Indeed, in one of the very few times Dib and Gaz had been bound by common strife and pledged to work together for a common good, Professor Matthew Membrane had installed parental controls on their television because he was concerned about the damage being done to them from exposure to new Netflix series. Especially with all the brand new true crime dramas popping up all the time, it turned out to be something both Dib AND Gaz positively loved, the chase, the investigation, the grisly details, it was so engaging. They would watch together on the couch, eyes glued to the screen, binge-watching for hours and hours and then eagerly chatting about ALL they'd seen at dinner.

Well, Membrane had been determined to stop them from having their minds all twisted up by violence and at first it worked really well.

"C'mon! I wanna watch "The Ken and Barbie Killers!"

"Fat chance. You're gonna watch Cupcake Wars and you're gonna like it."

"Damn it, lemme watch Don't F—k with Cats, it's a classic!"

"No way. You're going to watch "Masterpiece Theatre"."

"Well…if it's got Patrick Stewart in it that might not be so-"

"Featuring Brian Blessed in the star role of Macbeth!"

"OH GOD NO!"

"Hey, what gives?!"

"That's enough cartoons for you today. You're gonna watch some Animal Planet…no, wait. Better. C-Span. It's good to be involved in politics these days."

"Oh c'mon, it's just hearings on air traffic controllers! You fiend!"

So finally, Gaz had insisted Dib get rid of the thing.

"I'd be risking major jail time!"

"Dib…it's recording the best of Fuller House."

"…I'll go get my screwdriver."

Dib had indeed almost got caught and had to listen to a very irritating lecture from the police. It was rather astounding they got to the house so quick over that, but whenever Dib tried to let them know Zim was up to something, it was "Yeah, we'll get to you when we can".

The good news was the parental controls issue got solved soon enough. Professor Membrane himself decided to get rid of it, saying that though he was worried about the things they were watching, it was his job, not some machine's, to judge and curate what his children saw.

Translation: the parental controls wouldn't let him watch "The Mandalorian" because it was too violent.

"Well can we look up who's working at Dad's laboratory who might have a grudge against you?" Gaz asked as Dib grinned.

"Luckily, that's not protected health information, Dad lists all the employees on the website and under "Contact Us"!" He remarked as his fingers flew across the keyboard and he then turned the laptop to fully show Gaz the list. "Look at who's listed? Keef, of all people is one of the assistants, he's an intern!"

"Hmm. I've always thought there's something off about him…and his stories, well…" Dib cringed.

Keef was definitely, one hundred percent not allowed to write anything even remotely close to sexual. The school had no problem with stories about, say…Zim skinning people alive in one of HIS work. For some reason, that was just fine. Oh, but a bit of soft sex, nakedness? No no no no no! Bad!

But Keef had found a way around that and did stories with lots of innuendo, and a ton…a ton of stories involving Dib, Gaz, Zim…and romance. He called the ones between Zim and Dib "ZADR" and with Gaz and Zim "ZAGR". You could find them cute if you were into that sort of thing, after all, many were astoundingly well written, lovingly detailed, and your heart would begin racing as you kept reading his creative writing tales.

But Dib didn't much like the idea. For one, Zim was over 150, he was waaaaay too old for either him…or Gaz. Two, EW. Three, a lot of the stories had Dib's own personality being ignored just so he could smooch it up with Zim! It didn't come across as a natural evolution or a progression or character development that made sense, it was just "I want this person here, so I'm just going to force them to be there, even if it makes no sense, because the plot is pretty much porn".

Gaz, however, kinda thought it was cute in a funny sort of way. She also knew it wasn't like Dib had never thought about kissing Zim, Dib was still discovering himself, after all, and he had had dreams about…that sort of thing.

"And there's Mr. Elliot!" Dib added. "Wow, why did he decide to work there?"

Gaz smirked and chuckled inwardly. Nobody would EVER know how she got rid of him, and she wasn't gonna tell anyone. And if she wanted you out of your job at the school, it would happen. Now, there were three ways to stop her from doing what she do.

…what? You think imma TELL you?

"He could have finally snapped." Gaz mused aloud. "I mean, when the nice ones snap…they really, really go wild. It's the nice guys you need to watch out for, you can trust a jerk to always be a jerk. But when a decent person goes bad, they go baaaaaad."

"Yeah, that's possible." Dib confessed. "Hmm. Look, our janitor works there too." He murmured. "Johnny."

…Johnny. The one and only Johnny. A slim, slender man, messy black hair that was just downright ugly and grimy. A pale body, sunken eyes, and he smelled strange too, like meat that had been left out on the counter for far too long. He liked making little snappy remarks at people too.

"Did you wash the bathrooms like we asked?"

"I'll wash the walls with your blood!"

"Well before you do that, wash the bathrooms."

On top of that, there were rumors that he caked blood on the walls of his janitorial closet to feed a monster that laid within. He was always seen sinisterly smoking at the very edge of school property at night, an anti-social, creepy figure indeed. Him being the actual troll…it wasn't unreasonable to think of Johnny, curled up in his closet, hunched over his laptop, spewing hate out into the world.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait, look!" Gaz pointed at one of the names. "…Tassirak. That girl's name's Tassirak Doe."

Dib frowned, and he examined the photo that went with the name. "Doe" was a common name for a dead body you hadn't identified and-wait. Wait. Those eyes. The facial structure. The hair may have been different, the skin tone less pale, but Dib recognized those eyes instantly, and that faint Mona Lisa smile too.

And he knew that name, because Tak, Irken Invader, had divulged that to him.

Dib had gotten really close to Tak when she'd first arrived, the purple-haired British-accented girl had been charming, intelligent and clever, and they'd had similar interests. He'd soon spent weeks with her, the two just…talking. Making fun of Zim, chatting about their favorite books and movies they'd read, sharing stories about adventures out in the wild…

And of course, that Valentine's Day dance. "No, no. One-two-three, swing! One-two-three, swing!" Tak had insisted to him.

"Ouch! Don't drag me!"

Her lessons on dancing were harsh but in truth, that time spent with Tak had probably been the happiest he'd ever been.

And that's how he should have known it was a lie. Because Dib knew he wasn't meant to be happy. He'd known that…for a long time.

She'd revealed her real name. They'd eaten lunches and even a dinner or two together. Seen movies and he'd walked her home. And then, just a few days later, she'd turned out to be an Irken invader.

It had hurt. A lot. He'd lost a friend. And maybe someone more. It had really…really hurt.

"Does SHE have an account on the website?" Dib murmured as he examined the school's creative writing website. "…oh wow, yeah, she does, she's using her old username and password she got when she first enrolled, there's not much, but they're there. Wow." He examined them. "She wields metaphors like blunt instruments. You can feel Tak in every single sentence, so much of it is in first person and there is a lot of really biting, cynical wit in here. It feels almost nihilistic. And it's super petty, too. A lot of really nasty stuff happening to folks she doesn't like."

"Wow, one story has her as the Tallest." Gaz remarked. "…damn, she cooked and ate the last ones. That's hardcore scary."

"It's beautifully written though, I'd like to shake her hand than recommend her to therapy." Dib admitted. "I mean, she's going into really grisly detail on every minute they die. She must be super bitter. I don't even wanna imagine what happens to Zim when she updates this story, she just finished catching him and she's got him tied up in…Japanese rope bondage? She's into BDSM?"

"The safe word is "eine kleine nachtmusik"." Wow, somebody's letting their inner Hannibal Lecter out, alright." Gaz said with a whistle. "…still, I kinda WANT her to update just to see what happens. It's like watching a train wreck, you kinda can't look away."

"It could definitely be here. We need to go to the lab and sneak onto those computers. If they saved their work on them at any point, I could prove they were behind it." Dib reasoned.

"I dunno, Dib. Not sure I wanna help you with this. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not really fun anymore watching you get dragged again and again for what the troll's doing, but…" She shrugged. "I mean, it's not my problem."

"What if I paid you?" Dib offered as Gaz rubbed her chin.

"…keep talking, Mr. Moneybags."

"My new job is paying me verrrrry well. To plant roses, I've shoveled a lot of manure, as it were." Dib remarked. "So how about it? Is there a new game you want me to buy?" He offered as Gaz thought to herself.

"Hmm. Well…now that you mention it, there is one game that's coming out that I really want. It's Sekiro: Shadows Die Thrice. Comes out in a week. You buy me that, I'll come with you."

"Deal." Dib insisted.

And so, Dib and Gaz made their way to Professor Membrane's lab that weekend as a quilt of dark clouds obscured their stealthy approach. Slinking on inside through the ventilation shaft as Dib temporarily looped the footage of the nearby camera watching the southern side of the laboratory, they crept through the vents and finally deposited themselves in, of all places, Johnny's closet in the lab.

There was a laptop there, hidden by a bucket. Gaz picked it up, gazing through it as she nodded over at Dib. "I'll look over this one, you go look for Keef's. Then we'll meet back here in…half an hour and go look for Mr. Elliot and Tak's."

"Deal." Dib said with a nod, quickly exiting the closet, getting his camera-hacking tool ready as it was clasped tight around his wrist. The lab was almost utterly closed for the moment, most people were heading home, there was just a skeleton crew left over. This meant it was easy for Dib to sneak around, avoiding spots in the security camera's vision and using his hacking tool to loop footage when he couldn't.

At long last, he reached a work station, the same station Keef had been said to be working at, since the website had said he was paired with a "Dr. Jones". Dib looked about, listening intently. No cameras here, and nobody was inside or anywhere nearby. So he slunk over to the computer and booted it up.

Ha! Keef had been the last one to use the PC, his username was on display. And Dib had a feeling he could guess the password.

Yep! Sure enough, it was "ZADRZAGR". "Oh, Keef…ya basic." Dib chuckled as he looked over Keef's internet history and-

"…hoooooo boy."

Well, Keef definitely, one hundred percent was not the one who sent the reviews. But now Dib knew where Keef got so much help in…inspiration…for his work. He had no idea Keef swung that way!...and that way, AND that way and THAT way.

"Well, um…whatever does it for you, Keef." Dib decided, quickly deciding to erase the internet history and log off, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Gaz had finally guessed Johnny's password. She'd had a feeling it was "Mammon" and yep…it was Mammon. Johnny may have been a loyal, devoted Satan-worshipping weirdo…but he wasn't very smart. He'd left a post it note reminding himself to change his last password since it was too easy to guess, and he needed a better one, and to pick a better demon lord. Unluckily for him, not only had he tossed that post it note in the trash can in the very closet Gaz was in, she'd realized the password hint immediately. "Greed is Good". Well, there were a few Demon lords best known for Greed and one of the best had been what she'd picked.

PING! She was in. And my oh my, Johnny had been a naughty boy. He'd taken selfies to share on the Internet of him and the bloody wall he caked gore on, selfies he was sharing on the Dark Web. Nasty stuff indeed. One particularly "funny" one showed him making a kind of macabre "snowman" on the wall with some exposed ribs and a bashed in nose and two eyes burned up like coals!

And then there were his uploads to "Bestgore". Yeccchhh. Gaz was fine with dooming the deserving wretches, but Johnny was just an outright creep about this-

Wait.

Wait, was that a cat?

He wouldn't.

…he WOULDN'T-

Gaz's mouth fell open and then she darkly glowered, shutting the video off and going through the rest of the janitor's internet history. No, he wasn't the one leaving those reviews. But he was guilty, alright. Just not of the sin Dib thought he was guilty of.

A few minutes later, Dib knocked on the closet door and she exited it, giving Dib a solemn look. "He's not the one. He's a piece of shit, but he's not the one."

Dib could see something was very, very wrong, Gaz had a look on her face he'd only seen when she'd seen crime specials on killers who hurt animals. He thought it best not to ask about it. "I understand. It isn't Keef, either. He's into a lot…but not into that sort of thing."

So now it came time to check the other computer stations. Luckily for them, both Mr. Elliot and Tak were working in the same wing.

Unluckily for them, they were still there. A fact the two found out when they opened the door…

Just in time to see Mr. Elliot AND Tak currently hunched over a computer screen. "What the?!" Dib gasped out as the two wheeled around, seeing Dib and Gaz, staring in surprise as Dib and Gaz looked behind them and-

…Jackass? They were watching Jackass videos?

"You're into those stupid stunt videos where the guys get, like, basketballs bounced onto their balls after they're launched onto trampolines?" Gaz inquired as Tak and Mr. Elliot deeply blushed, Dib racing over to the computer, gaping at the sight before his eyes. He couldn't believe it.

"But it's so…lowbrow! So…STUPID!" He remarked aloud.

"But it's funny." Mr. Elliot said with a shrug. "I can't help it, I find it funny."

"Yeah, something about it simply clicked with me." Tak admitted. "I mean, I do enjoy watching stupid humans suffering for my amusement."

"Yeah, the Germans have a term for it. Schadenfreude." Mr. Elliot confessed. "Happiness at the misfortune of others." He added as Dib looked through their internet history. Yeah, they'd hadn't left the reviews either. All that work, all that effort for…nothing! Except now he knew stuff about his classmates he really, REALLY wish he could unlearn.

"It's not that funny." Gaz said, though she chuckled as she saw a video of Johnny Knoxville soaring off a motorcycle and into a ball pit, groaning loudly…because he was butt naked when he did it. "Okay, maybe a LITTLE funny."

"Sometimes you just wanna indulge in something nice, simple and a bit stupid. Not everything has to be Shakespeare, after all. It fills a need and it doesn't really harm anyone." Tak remarked. "Well, except them, but they get paid for it, so…" She shrugged.

Dib moaned. "Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. I thought for SURE…"

"You're really not that Pig Shit troll, huh?" Tak wondered aloud. "I thought maybe you were doing some kind of false flag, Dib, but…no, it really isn't you." She commented dryly. "Hmm. Well, best of luck with that. Unless another classmate of yours, like, pees their pants or something in front of everyone in school, nobody's going to forget this anytime soon. The good news is that people have short memories. A month or two passes by, and you'll be fine. Folks are like GOLDFISH. Best and worst thing about them!" She laughed.

"…yeah, maybe if I slip Zim some ex-lax under the guise of it being a candy bar I can trick him into taking from me…" Dib mumbled as he slunk out of the room. "This sucks. This totally sucks."

"Cheer up, tomorrow Dad's going to treat us to breakfast, remember?" Gaz offered. "You always like that." She told him as they headed out the office door and down the hall to exit out of the building.

"Yeah, him making his pancake and eggs combo with bacon always-"

Dib stopped. Wait.

…wait.

Could it be?

"…I need to check one more computer." He quietly muttered at Gaz, his voice sounding cold and dead.

…

… "You liking your delicious breakfast, son?" Professor Membrane asked as Gaz stared at Dib, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He'd said absolutely nothing since their Dad had begun making breakfast and now he was halfway through his meal when he slowly finished chewing and looked up.

"…it's really nice." Dib remarked. "Can I ask you something, Dad?" Dib wanted to know, as he put the fork down and folded his hands in his lap.

"Of course, son! Anything!" Professor Membrane said as Dib took in a long, deep breath.

"Why did you do it? Why did you do those reviews?"

Professor Membrane dropped the plate of bacon he had in his black-gloved hands, looking astounded. Dib went on, speaking quietly. Softly. Soft…but with an edge.

"I thought about it, long and hard. I remembered you were the one who encouraged me to come see you if I kept having problems. The IP address was also traced back to your lab. And then I thought about how…ridiculous the reviews were. They were so badly written but…not badly written enough for someone in my class to have done it. I mean, even a 9 year old knows not to write in all caps. It had to be somebody older, trying to be over the top. And then when I checked your computer, just to be sure…I found out…yes. It was you." He remarked. "…so Dad…why'd you do it?"

Professor Membrane sighed as he sat down at the table, and held his head in his hands. "I…I did want to try and…push you into my arms, as it were. That if I put a little pressure on you in your school setting, you'd keep coming back to me to talk about how you felt. It allowed me to feel like I was the only person you could truly trust, and that felt good. But it wasn't just that, I…" He took a deep breath. "It was…funny to write those reviews. Sometimes it just feels good to be…so lowbrow and coarse and nasty." He admitted. "It was like I tapped into some dark, twisted part of me that'd I'd been ignoring for so long, and when I finally got a chance to let it run wild, it felt amazing!"

He rose up a little and went on. "I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I need ways to unwind myself. I didn't really think I was actually doing any harm. Or maybe…I didn't want to believe it, because I didn't really mean all the things I said, so how could it be anything that bad?" He murmured as Dib took off his glasses, Gaz taking in a short, sharp breath.

Dib never…ever did that. Him doing that meant he must have been really furious.

"…I don't think I want to talk to you for a while, Dad." He quietly muttered.

"…I thought as much." His father sighed as they sat across from one another in silence at the breakfast table, and Gaz quietly sipped on her orange juice.

Come the next day, it was a school day again, and Dib was making his way down the hallway before he overheard a rather familiar accusation.

"I'm telling you, he's writing about your fic in his fic. He's trashing your fic and making fun of it and you as a writer. He's a troll but pretends he isn't and just blames it on another troll when he keeps trolling."

Dib turned around, seeing Zita talking to the Letter M and he frowned a bit as he stared at the girl and the African American boy she was talking to.

"You know, you're just plain wrong." He said aloud, as other kids began to look at him. "It was my dad all this time. Not me. And I don't really care if you don't believe me. I've said my piece. You don't like it, tough." He told her, walking off.

"You think that'll convince us?"

"No. But maybe there's no point in casting pearls before swine." Dib said with a shrug as he walked off. "And people like you who just plug their ears and won't listen to any counterarguments are real pigs indeed." He remarked as he walked off, Gaz walking alongside him.

"Pearls before swine, huh? Nice Bible quote." She remarked. "But I wouldn't be too worried. Tak was right. Just wait a month or so, folks will forget."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. I thought about sneaking Ex-Lax to Zim but…I'm not going to lower myself to that." Dib insisted. "Even if it would be really funny."

"Well, I've got something that'll cheer you up." Gaz offered. "I copied the videos Johnny the Homicidal Maniac did for the dark web and I sent it to the police and now he's in jail! So we're gonna need a new janitor."

Dib stopped in the hall. "…wait, is this because of how good I am at plumbing now? Look, there's no way I can be the new janitor. I'll be a laughingstock! Dib, the janitor!"

"Yeah…but you will get keys to every single room in the school." Gaz added. "And paid twice what those neighbors pay you."

Dib chewed his lip. "…well…when you put it like that…I mean, it would be nice to be able to literally go anywhere I want in the school at any time…and I could use the dough…"

"You could rig the toileeeeets so that they always act uuuuuup whenever Zim goes to use iiiiiit." Gaz added in a faint, singsong voice.

"…I KNEW there was a reason I respected you." Dib said with a big grin.

#Invader Zim #Zim #Tak #Gaz #Dib #Fanfiction #fanfic #drama #comedy #johnny the homicidal maniac

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imdoingthismspaintadventure · 5 years ago

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Worm 2.7 - In which we go to the lair of the teens

As I agreed to join the Undersiders, there was some whooping and cheering. I felt a touch guilty, for acting under false pretenses. I also felt pleased with myself, in an irrational way.

Taylor is in a maelstrom of very confused emotions right now. She feels guilty for betraying them all in the future...them being these villains she shouldn’t feel bad about betraying if she was truly 100% convinced they needed to be taken down. She’s also pleased and doesn’t know why...

I think she’s using the “I’m gonna betray them later” as an excuse to herself for becoming friends with a group of villains, and as a way of saying “I’m still totally on the heroic path”.

She’s pleased for being accepted into a group, for having non-hostile non-fatherly people to talk to who aren’t actively judging her.

On the other hand, I think there’s a part of her that truly wishes to be recognized by the hero community and have this be her first big act, so the “betrayal” isn’t a complete self-lie. It’s just...

It’s complicated

“Where do we go from here?” Lisa asked Brian.

“Not sure,” Brian said, “It’s not like we’ve done this before. I suppose we should let Rachel know, but she said she might work today.”

“If the new girl is okay with it, let’s stop by our place,” Lisa suggested, “See if Rache is there, celebrate the new recruit and get her filled in.”

“Sure,” I said.

Oh so we’re gonna visit their hideout! This plan is going very well for our protagonist.

“It’s just a few blocks away,” Brian said, “But we would stand out if you came with in costume.”

I stared at him for a moment, not wanting to comprehend his statement. If I took too long to respond, I realized, I would ruin this plan before it went anywhere. Whatever the case, I could have kicked myself. Of course this was the natural progression of events. Joining their team would mean I would be expected to share my identity, since they already had. Until I did, they wouldn’t be able to trust me with their secrets.

Well, yeah. If you’re gonna join them, your secret identity is a necessary sacrifice, for trust reasons and so no-one can rat their secret identities without also being exposed (ahem...)

I could have blamed the lapse in judgement and foresight on my lack of sleep or the distraction of the events earlier in the day, but that didn’t change matters. I had maneuvered myself into a corner.

Fact: You were emotionally and mentally compromised with everything that happened recently

Also a fact: This plan you made has so many critical points where it could fail that experts say it could have already failed and the world isn’t aware of it yet

“Alright,” I said, sounding calmer than I felt. I hoped. “This costume is kinda uncomfortable under clothes. Can I get some privacy?”

“You want an alley, or…” Lisa asked, trailing off.

“I’ll change here, just take a minute,” I said, impulsively, as I glanced around. The buildings on the street were mostly one and two stories tall, with the only buildings taller than the one we were on being the one half a block away, and the one right next to us. There weren’t any windows on the building next to us with a great angle for seeing me change, and I doubted anyone on the distant building could see me as more than a figure two inches tall. If someone could see me change out of costume and make out enough details to identify me, I’d be surprised.

Where is a phonebooth when you need one? Probably Protectorate trademarked though, so let’s not risk a lawsuit

As the three of them headed to the fire escape, I pulled out the clothes I’d stuffed into the backpack. Armor panels aside, my costume was essentially one piece, with the exceptions being the belt and the mask. I kept the mask on as I undid the belt and peeled off the main costume. I wasn’t indecent – I was wearing a black tank top and black biking shorts underneath, in part for extra warmth. Silk wasn’t the best insulator on its own. I stepped into my jeans and pulled on the sweatshirt, then rubbed my arms and shoulders to brush off the mild chill. I put my costume and the plastic lunchbox in my backpack.

I already mentioned this, but the individual parts of this whole operation (such as the costume over clothes, backpack, etc...) are well-executed. It’s just the thing as a whole that seems incredibly dangerous and reckless.

It’s like a perfecly calibrated mechanism made of interlocked cogs and masterful precision that just ends up punching a tiger in the face with you right in front of it.

I felt a stab of regret at not having chosen better clothes to wear than a loose fitting sweatshirt and jeans that were too big for me. That regret quickly turned to a pang of anxiety. What would they think when they saw the real me? Brian and Alec were good looking guys, in very different ways. Lisa was, on the sliding scale between plain and pretty, more pretty than not. My own scale of attractiveness, by contrast, put me somewhere on a scale that ranged from ‘nerd’ to ‘plain’. My opinion of where I fit on that scale changed depending on the mood I was in when I was looking in the mirror. They were cool, confident, assured people. I was… me.

Taylor is not only worried about unmasking because her secret identity is going to be compromised, she’s also worried because the bug mask is a mask in more than one way.

When she went out in costume, she distanced herself from Taylor the human with her personal problems. She became Taylor the cape with cape-related problems, and it was, in a way I think, a moment of respite for her.

So now that she’s taking off her mask, her “bug” persona, she’s going to expose her normal self to people belonging in the “powers” part of her life. She’s gonna merge those realities she doesn’t want to merge.

I stopped myself before I could get worked up. I wasn’t regular old Taylor, here. In the here and now, I was the girl who had put Lung in the hospital, accidental as it was. I was the girl who was going undercover to try and get the details on a particularly persistent gang of supervillains. I was, until I came up with a better name to go by, Bug, the girl the Undersiders wanted on their team.

She seems to be clinging to her “Bug” identity though, and distancing herself from normal life again.

If I said I made my way down the fire escape filled to the brim with confidence, I’d be lying. That said, I had managed to hype myself up enough to get myself down the ladder, mask still on, costume in my bag. I stood before them, glanced around to make sure nobody else was around, and then pulled off my mask. I had a few terrifying heartbeats where I was half-blind, their facial features just smudges, before I put on the glasses I’d had in my bag.

This glasses beat, where she is momentarily blind until she puts them on again, fits perfectly with the “scared without her persona, so she puts it on again” thing I was just mentioning.

“Hi,” I said, lamely, using my fingers to comb my hair back into order, “I guess it wouldn’t work if you kept calling me Bug or new girl. I’m Taylor.”

Using my real name was a big gamble on my part. I was afraid it would be another thing I would be kicking myself for five minutes from now, much like the realization that I’d have to go uncostumed. I rationalized it by telling myself that I was already in this wholesale. Being truthful about that one thing might well save my hide if any of them decided to do some digging on me, or if I ran into someone I knew while in their company. I figured, hoped, that by the time this whole thing was over, I could maybe pull some strings with someone like Armsmaster and avoid having them leak my real name. Not impossible to imagine, given the level of security around some of the prisons they had for criminal parahumans. In any event, I would cross that bridge when I got to it.

She used her real name though!! So at least a part of her wants to retain some part of her true self, that’s good.

Also yeah, it’s best not to stack lies on top of lies, or something’s bound to slip.

Alec offered the slightest roll of his eyes as I introduced myself, while Brian just grinned. Lisa, though, put one of her arms around my shoulders and gave me a one-armed squeeze of a hug. She was a little older than I was, so she was just tall enough to be at the perfect height to do it. What caught me off guard was how nice the gesture felt. Like I had been needing a hug from someone who wasn’t my dad for a long time.

Oh taylor you poor thing. You are definitely doing this for the friendship. Worst secret mole ever, but I love you.

We walked deeper into the Docks as a group. While I had lived on the periphery of the area my entire life, and while most people would say the neighborhood I lived in was part of the ‘Docks’, I had never really been in the areas that gave this part of the city such a bad reputation. At least, I hadn’t if I discounted last night, and it had been dark then.

Seems like Brockton Bay has a very divided higher and lower class.

Also you are still dividing your different personas a lot, saying that it’s your first time coming here, and then thinking “Oh well, but the other time was in costume so it doesn’t count”

It wasn’t an area that had been kept up, and kind of gave off an impression of a ghost town, or what a city might look like if war or disaster forced people to abandon it for a few years. Grass and weeds grew between slats in the sidewalk, the road had potholes you could hide a cat in, and the buildings were all faded, consisting of peeling paint, cracked mortar and rusty metal. The desaturated colors of the buildings were contrasted by splashes of vividly colored graffiti. As we passed what had once been a main road for the trucks traveling between the warehouses and the docks, I saw a row of power lines without wires stretching between them. At one point weeds had crawled most of the way up the poles, only to wither and die at some point. Now each of the poles had a mess of dead brown plants hanging off of them.

There were people, too, though not too many were out and about. There were those you expected, like a homeless bag lady with a grocery cart and a shirtless old man with a beard nearly to his navel, collecting bottles and cans from a dumpster. There were others that surprised me. I saw a woman that looked surprisingly normal, in clothes that weren’t shabby enough to draw attention, herding four near-identical infant children into a factory building with a faded sign. I wondered if they were living there or if the mom was working there and just couldn’t do anything with her kids but bring them with her. We passed a twenty-something artist and his girlfriend, sitting on the sidewalk with paintings propped up around them. The girl waved at Lisa as we walked by, and Lisa waved back.

Certainly one of the poorer parts of town. The nature covered dilapidated buildings and structures are kind of pretty in their own way though.

Seems like the gang knows some of the people around here as well, they seem interesting.

Our destination was a red brick factory with a massive sliding metal door locked shut by a coil of chain. Both the chain and door had rusted so much that I expected that neither offered any use. The size of the door and the broadness of the driveway made me think that large trucks or small boats would have been backed up through the entryway back in the factory’s heyday. The building itself was large, stretching nearly half the block, two or three stories tall. The background of the sign at the top of the building had faded from red to a pale orange-pink, but I could make out the bold white letters that read ‘Redmond Welding’.

An old abandoned factory serving as a cover for a supervillain lair is such a classic. I love it.

Brian let us in through a small door on the side of the building, rather than the big rusted one. The interior was dark, lit only by rows of dusty windows near the ceiling. I could make out what had been massive machines and treadmills prior to being stripped to their bare bones. Sheets covered most of the empty and rusted husks. Seeing the cobwebs, I reached out with my power and felt bugs throughout. Nobody had been active in here for a long time.

“Come on,” Brian urged me. I looked back and saw that he was halfway up a spiral staircase in the corner. I headed up after him.

It even looks and probably is a real factory inside! And then I assume going up the staircase leads to the real lair.

After seeing the desolation of the first floor, seeing the second floor was a shock. It was a loft, and the contrast was startling. The exterior walls were red brick, and there was no ceiling beyond a roof and a skeleton of metal girders overhead to support it. In terms of general area, the loft seemed to have three sections, though it was hard to define because it was such an open layout.

The staircase opened up into what I would have termed the living room, though the one room alone had nearly as much floor space as the ground floor of my house did. The space was divided by two couches, which were set at right angles from one another, both facing a coffee table and one of the largest television sets I had ever seen. Below the television set were a half dozen video game consoles, a DVD player and one or two machines I didn’t recognize. I supposed they might have a TiVo, though I’d never seen one. Speakers larger than the TVs my dad and I had at home sat on either side of the whole setup. Behind the couches were tables, some open space with rugs and shelves set against the walls. The shelves were only half filled with books and magazines, while the rest of the shelf space was filled with odds and ends ranging from a discarded shoe to candles.

Oh god their base is rad.

It just screams rebel teenagers and freedom and hanging around playing games or watching movies while eating pizza.

Unironically comfy.

The second section was a collection of rooms. It was hard to label them as such, though, because they were more like cubicles, three against each wall with a hallway between them. They were a fair size, and there were six doors, but the walls of each room were only eight or so feet tall, not reaching all the way up to the roof. Three of the doors had artwork spray painted on them. The first door had a crown done in a dramatic graffiti style. The second door had the white silhouette of a man and a woman against a blue background, mimicking the ‘mens’ and ‘womens’ washroom signs that were so common. The third had a girl’s face with puckered lips. I wondered what the story was, there.

This part seems to be the individual room of each member? The whole base has an urban gang aesthetic that I really like. The crown could be Regent’s? The second one seems to be the bathroom. Third one possibly Tattletale’s?

“Nice art,” I said, pointing at the door with the crown on it, feeling kind of dumb for making it the first thing I’d said as I entered the room.

“Thanks,” Alec replied. I guess that meant it was his work.

Oh cool. Alec is the one who does the graffiti. He seems the most laid back and chill of the group so far.

I took another second to look around. The far end of the loft, the last of the three sections, had a large table and some cabinets. Though I couldn’t take a better look without crossing the whole loft, I gathered that their kitchen was in the far end of the loft.

Maybe the planning table? To gather around and talk heists? And with a kitchen and bathroom this place actually functions as a good resting place.

Throughout, there was mess. I felt almost rude for paying attention to it, but there were pizza boxes piled on one of the tables, two dirty plates on the coffee table in front of the couch, and some clothes draped over the back of one of the couches. I saw pop cans – or maybe beer cans – stacked in a pyramid on the table in the far room. It wasn’t so messy that I thought it was offensive, though. It was mess that made a statement… like, ‘This is our space.’ No adult supervision here.

Hah, Taylor made the same observation I made.

Pure teen spirit.

“I’m jealous,” I admitted, meaning it.

“Dork,” Alec said, “What are you jealous for?”

“I meant it’s cool,” I protested, a touch defensively.

Taylor still probably carries the trauma of the bullying close to the chest as she reacted defensively to playful banter. Alec is constantly giving me Amethyst vibes for some reason. As in like, lazy teen, walking disaster.

Lisa spoke before Alec could reply, “I think what Alec means is that this is your place now too. This is the team’s space, and you’re a member of the team, now.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling dumb. Lisa and Alec headed to the living room, while Brian walked off to the far end of the loft. When Lisa gestured for me to follow her, I did. Alec lay down, taking up an entire couch, so I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Lisa.

“The rooms,” Lisa said, “Far side, in order of closest to farthest, are Alec, bathroom, mine.” That meant Alec’s room was the one with the crown, and Lisa’s door had the face with the puckered lips. She went on, “On the side closer to us, Rachel’s room, Rachel’s dogs’ room, and the storage closet.”

I was right about those rooms!

The other rooms are a closet, and two that belong to Rachel, one for her dog’s specifically.

I do wonder how she’s going to react to the new member, given that the webpage warned of hostility and antisocial behaviour.

Lisa paused, then glanced at Alec and asked, “You think she-”

“Duh,” Alec cut her off.

“What?” I asked, feeling lost.

“We’ll clean out the storage closet,” Lisa decided, “So you have a room.”

I was taken aback. “You don’t have to do that for me,” I told her, “I’ve got a place.”

Lisa made a face, almost pained. She asked me, “Can we just do it anyways, and not make a fuss? It’d be a lot better if you had your own space here.”

I must have looked confused, because Alec explained, “Brian has an apartment, and was pretty firm about not needing or wanting a room here… but he and Lisa have been arguing regularly because of it. He has nowhere to sleep but the couch if he gets hurt and can’t go to his place, and there’s no place to put his stuff, so it gets left all over. Take the room. You’ll be doing us a favor.”

“Okay,” I said. I added, “Thank you,” as much for the explanation as for the room itself.

I find it funny that Taylor’s joined a villain group but she still needs to come back home for dinner like a good girl (and so Danny doesn’t have a heart attack. Poor Danny)

So she will have a second room here, for if she ever wants to have her own space to rest when she’s at the base. That means you’re officially a member of the group, Taylor!

“Last time he went up against Shadow Stalker, he came back here and bled all over a white couch,” Lisa groused, “nine hundred dollar couch and we had to replace it.”

“Fucking Shadow Stalker,” Alec commiserated.

Shadow Stalker? Are they a Hero? With a name like that, they would certainly be an edgy hero. Maybe a competing villain? Seems strong, too.

Brian came back from the other end of the loft, raising his voice to be heard as he approached, “Rache’s not here, and neither are her dogs. She must be walking them or working. Dammit. I get stressed when she’s out.” He approached the couches and saw Alec sprawled on the one.

“Move your legs,” Brian told him.

“I’m tired. Sit on the other couch,” Alec mumbled, one arm over his face.

Brian glanced at Lisa and I, and Lisa scooted over to make room. Brian glared down at Alec and then sat between us girls. I shifted my weight and tucked one leg under me to give him room.

“So,” Brian explained, “Here’s the deal. Two grand a month, just to be a member of the team. That means you help decide what jobs we do, you go on the jobs, you stay active, you’re available if we need to call.”

“I don’t have a phone,” I admitted.

They are surely hyping up the possible confrontation with Rachel, here.

Alec’s still being an Amethyst.

Brian’s explaining the pay and the work, and how does Taylor not have a phone?

“We’ll get you one,” he said, like it wasn’t even a concern. It probably wasn’t. “We generally haul in anywhere from ten grand to thirty-five grand for a job. That gets divided four ways… five ways now that you’re on the team.”

I nodded, then exhaled slowly, “It’s not small change.”

Brian nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, “Nope. Now, how on the ball are you, as far as knowing what we’re up against?”

I blinked a few times, then hedged, “For other local capes? I’ve done research online, read the cape magazines religiously for a few years, more since getting my powers… but I dunno. If the past twenty four hours have taught me anything, it’s that there’s a lot I don’t know, and will only find out the hard way.”

Brian smiled. I mean, really smiled. It made me think of a boy rather than a nearly-grown man. He replied, “Most don’t get that, you know? I’ll try to share what I know, so you aren’t caught off guard, but don’t be afraid to ask if there’s anything you’re not sure about, alright?”

Wow they gain a lot of money

And Taylor’s pragmatism and preparedness seem to resonate well with Brian’s carefulness. He likes this new adittion to the team.

I nodded, and his smile widened. He said, through a good natured chuckle, “Can’t tell you how much of a relief it is that you take this stuff seriously, since some people -” he stopped to lean over and kick the side of the couch Alec was lying on, “-need me to twist their arms to get them listening, and some people,” he jerked his thumb over his right shoulder, “think they know everything.”

“I do know everything,” Lisa said, “It’s my power.”

“What?” I said, interrupting Brian. My heartbeat quickened, though I hadn’t exactly been relaxed to begin with, “You’re omniscient?”

Lisa laughed, “No, no. I do know things though. My power tells me stuff.”

Oh we finally get LIsa’s power!!! YES!!

Ok so it’s not omniscience, so you aren’t totally fucked. Her power seems to make her understand the true nature of things/ inform her of details/ give her consant information of her surroundings or what she pays attention to.

So you could still be pretty fucked

Swallowing hard, hoping I wasn’t drawing attention by doing so, I asked, “Like?” Like why I was joining their team?

Lisa sat forward and put her elbows on her knees, “Like how I knew you were at the library when I sent me the messages. If I felt like it, and if I had the know how, I’m sure I could have figured it out by breaking into the website database and digging through the logs to find the address you connected from, but my power just let me skip that step like that.” She snapped her fingers.

“And why exactly did you mention you knew where she was?” Brian queried, his voice a touch too calm.

“I wanted to see how she’d react. Messing with her a little,” Lisa grinned.

“God dammit-” Brian started, but Lisa waved him off.

“I’m filling the newbie in,” she waved him off, “Yell at me later.”

Lisa is awesome and fun, and terrifying at the same time. Her power makes her an expert hacker and codebreaker, among other things I’m sure.

Not giving him a chance to reply, she turned to me and explained, “My power fills in the gaps in my knowledge. I generally need some info to start from, but I can use details my power feeds me to figure out more stuff, and it all sort of compounds itself, giving me a steady flow of info.”

I swallowed, “And you knew that a cape was on the way last night?”

“Yeah,” she said, “Call it a well educated guess.”

“And you knew the stuff about what happened in the PHQ the same way?”

Lisa’s smile widened, “I’ll admit I cheated there. Figuring out passwords is pretty easy with my power. I dig through the PHQ’s digital paperwork and enjoy a little reality TV by way of their surveillance cameras when I’m bored. It’s useful because I’m not only getting the dirt from what I see, hear and read, but my power fills in the details on stuff like changes in their routine and the team politics.”

So she basically has super-intuition!! Like some Sherlock Holmes-level shit!

Her power let’s her hack her way into sources of information, which further boosts her power allowing her to know even more things about even more people and the world, which I imagine could still lead to even more ways of gaining information.

Her power seems really OP under the right circunstances. If she had 1984-style camera surveillance she could actually be functionally omniscient , but even in her current state, she is fearsome

I stared at her, a good part of me horrified that I’d gotten into an undercover situation opposite a girl with superpowered intuition.

Taking my silence for awe, she grinned her vulpine smile, “It’s not that amazing. I’m really best with concrete stuff. Where things are, timing, encryption, yadda yadda. I can read something out of changes in body language or routine, but it’s less reliable and kind of a headache. Enough information overload without, you know?”

I did know, her explanation echoed my own thoughts regarding my ability to see and hear things through my bugs. Still, her words didn’t make me feel that much better.

Oh so she has a limitation! She has a harder time reading social emotions and human behaviors. That might be the reason why she (possibly) hasn’t clued in on the fact that Taylor is a double-agent. That and also that Taylor isn’t so sure herself, subconsiously.

“And,” Brian said, still glowering at Lisa, “Even if she knows a lot, that doesn’t mean Lisa can’t be a dumbass sometimes.”

Lisa punched him in the arm.

Hehe.

“So what are your powers then?” I asked Brian and Alec, hoping for a change in topic.

Brian seems to be darkness-based. I have no idea about Alec’s.

They didn’t get a chance to tell me. I heard barking from downstairs. A matter of heartbeats later I was standing, three paces from the couch. Three snarling dogs had me backed against the wall, drool flying from their mouths as their teeth gnashed and snapped for my hands and face.

WAIT WHAT?

DID RACHEL JUST ATTACK HER OUT OF NOWHERE?

I knew she was antisocial but holy hell

Sicking your dogs on the newbie?

Does she want her out or dead? Or whichever happens first?

Of course this is where the chapter ends!

Aaaaaaaa

#worm parahumans #worm liveblog #worm #wildbow #arc 2 #worm 2.7

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glitterdreamsz · 6 years ago

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A Penny For Your Thoughts (Part 1)

BoRhap!Roger x reader Summary: The Reader and Roger have been a couple since they were sixteen. But what would happen to their relationship now that Roger’s dream of being a rock star is becoming reality? A/N: I know, I know you’re all waiting for the new chap of Scandalous. But I had this fic in my mind for a while and I really wanted to write it down. The story will be characterised by flashbacks about their relationship to show how it evolved. I know that some times years won’t coincide, sorry for that. I wrote it having BoRhap!Roger in mind but it also works with real Roger Taylor And sorry for any grammar error, English is not my first language. I really hope you like it and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! Have a nice day xx Words: 3.5k

March 1971

“Good morning pretty face” you said walking inside the biology lab. It was empty except for your boyfriend Roger who was picking his stuff scattered on the desk at the end of the room. As a usual Wednesday morning, you both had early morning classes which meant that you couldn’t see each other before going to the university, so as a ritual you would go to the lab after your photography class and you would find Roger there waiting for you. “How was your class?” he asked putting his last book in his backpack “Just as any other Wednesday but still interesting” you replied as you sat on the desk “What about yours?” your legs were swinging back and forth as you looked at your boyfriend. “Boring, as always” he walked to you, his hands on your bare tight as he made you open your legs so that he could move closer to you and kiss softly your lips. “The only thing I was caring about was that you would have been here at the end of the lesson” You sighed softly “Rog, you need to pay attention during classes, this is our last year.” He always said that what he wanted to do in life was music and was sure that now more than ever he was close to achieving his dream. But he was already sure that he would have made it with Smile and then Tim left them. Now he was in Queen, they were good but still had problems with finding a new bassist, and even though you really wanted to be supportive about his dream, at the same time you wanted him to focus a bit more on university just to be sure that if it didn’t work with music at least he had a backup plan. “We are going to hear this new kid today, he plays the bass and I have a feeling he might be the right one.” You chuckled seeing his facial expression, full of hope.

“Have I already told you how hot you look in this skirt?” he suddenly changed the topic as his hands moved back to your tights. “Rog” you tried to stop him as you already knew what he had in mind, and your thoughts were confirmed as his lips started to leave wet kisses on your neck. “Rog, we’re in the university lab, anyone could walk in at any moment.” “Do you see someone?” he asks with an ironic tone as his finger started to unbutton your blouse. “Only boring people come here to spend their time.” His lips were travelling down your now naked torso. “Still they could come now” You bit your lower lip closing your eyes and running your hand through his hair. “Boring people now are attending other classes” He was down on his knees, his lips on your tights and you tilted your head back, Roger smirked at your reaction. “We both know you want this as much as I do, Penny” and his head disappeared in your skirt.

You were on your way back home to your house, riding through Truro’s street with your bike when the bike chain decided to fall off, cursing you got off from the saddle and sat on the ground trying to figure out how to fix it. After five minutes of cursing, someone approached you “Do you need help with that?” you lift your gaze up and your heart stopped, it was Roger Taylor. He was sixteen just like you and went to the same school as yours, but life was always a bitch and he was in a different class. It wasn’t necessary to say that every girl in the school had a crush on him, even the older ones. “I-I yes...I don’t know how to fix this damn thing” you stuttered, the young boy chuckled and kneeled down and you moved to let him the space to work. “We go to the same school, don’t we?” he asked as he focused on the chain. “Hmh” you simply replied as your eyes focused on his hands. “Here you are, all fixed” he said getting up and rubbing his hands trying to get the chain grass away. “Nice record” he said nodding toward The Who vinyl in your bike basket. “Yeah, I just got it at the record shop.” You replied putting your hands in your skinny jeans pocket. “The one down the street? That’s the coolest one.” “It’s actually my dad’s shop.” “No way.” His eyes widened. “I always go there, how come I never saw you in the shop?” “Because I’m always on the back listening to the new records.” “Makes sense” he chuckled “I’m Roger by the way.” He reached his hand out but seeing how dirty it was he quickly took it away. “I’m Penny” you smiled at him. “Penny? Is that your real name?” He asked at the unusual name. “No” you shook your head chuckling. “I’m (Y/N), but almost everyone calls me by my nickname, Penny.” “How come that nickname?” the boy giggled. "Find a penny, pick it up, and all the day you'll have good luck." You simply answered, just as if it was the most obvious thing, but you got a frown as an answer “I still don’t get it.” “When I was four my dad took me with him to see a football match and his team won. He then took me another time and they won again so he started to think I was his good luck charm. That’s how the name Penny was born” Roger laughed looking at you. “Well, let’s hope that you’ll bring luck also to me and I will be able to see you at the record shop next time I’ll come around.” “You see me every day at school” you bit your lip. “Then I guess you have no other solution than coming out on a date with me.”

You have to bite hard on your lip as you feel Roger’s fingers on your clothed centre. “Already so wet” he wanted to sound sexy but you couldn’t help but laugh “What’s so funny?” he asked as his head popped out from your skirt. “Nothing, just get back down there” you grinned as your hand went back through his hair pushing him gently back down. “Someone is impatient here” he smirked as he took your knickers off and his head disappeared once again between your legs, once you felt his tongue on your wet folds you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet.

“Happy anniversary love” a seventeen years old Roger looked down at you. Your naked bodies tangled together on your small one sized bed “Are you implying that this was your anniversary present?” you frowned as your fingerprints drew some circles on his chest. “What? This was an amazing shag, aren’t you happy with your present?” he grinned not taking away his gaze from you. You pretended to be offended and slapped softly his chest “Hey, hey calm down lady” Roger chuckled as he got up from the bed earning a whine from you “I thought you wanted your present” a big smile appeared on your lips “You really got me a present?” “Which kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he said as he looked for his trousers, you sat on the bed covering your naked breast with the bed sheet and bit your lip while looking at Roger’s naked figure walking around your room. “Here it is” he walked back to the bed giving you a small package. You took it smiling widely and, as you started to unwrap it, Roger sat behind you laying his chin on your shoulder. Once you took all the paper off you found a black box which once you opened revealed a necklace with a circular pendant with yours and Roger’s name initials engraved on it. “Do you like it?” You nodded “I love it” you could feel his smile against your bare skin “May I?” he asked and you let him take the necklace, your hands went to your hair holding them in a ponytail as your boyfriend put the jewel around your neck. “You know” Roger said as you were cuddled, his hand running up and down your back as your head laid on his chest, your eyes looked up at his breathtaking blue ones. “I found a new meaning to Penny” “Did you?” you chuckled and he nodded proudly “A Penny for your thoughts.” “That makes no sense Rog” you had to hold a laugh. “It does indeed. Because you are what I always think about”

Your grip on the edge of the desk became tighter, your knuckles were almost white as you could feel you were getting closer to your climax. And as you were on the edge the door swung open. “Hey Rog” you immediately recognized the voice and even if your back was facing the door your hands went to your blouse quickly covering your exposed chest. “Fuck Brian!” You almost screamed. “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean” he started to stutter seeing the scene in front of him. “Shouldn’t you fucking knock?” you asked, still not facing him as you were buttoning up your blouse. “It’s a lab, I didn’t expect to find this scene in front of me.” He was right. “Is Roger somewhere there?” he asked not being able to see the drummer. “I’m down here mate” your boyfriend said as his head left your skirt and he stood up and smirked at Brian once he saw him. God, did that man had any decency? “Roger, we have to go and listen to the guy. Did you forgot?” “No, I was just a little busy here, but I would have shown up, don’t worry dad.” Roger chuckled while looking at Brian. “Come on lover boy, get yourself in an acceptable look, I’ll be waiting outside in the car.” The guitarist told him while looking at his uncombed hair by your hands. Once Brian left the room and closed the door you jumped down from the desk pushing down your skirt. “I’ll go back home then” you said kneeling down to pick up your panties that laid on the floor but before you could reach them Roger stole them from you and put them in his pocket. “Oh no lady, you are coming with me.” You groaned reaching for his pocket and taking your knickers. “Come on, I’m a mess.” You pouted at him as you put back your underwear and when you looked up he was smirking “A hot mess though” you closed your eyes as his lips left a kiss on your forehead. “Why can’t I wait for you at our flat so that when you come back home you can continue what you left unfinished?”

“I mean, do you see yourself still living here in ten years? Because I don’t. I don’t want to end up working in my dad’s record shop while dreaming about being a photographer” you watched the small rock you just threw on the river making some hops on the water surface. “Your dad’s shop is cool” Roger said nonchalantly, you turned around and he was laid on the blanket while smoking, his hand supported his head as he was looking at you. “Come on Rog” you groaned as you walked to him and laid on the cover by his side. “Are you really saying that you would find cool working at my dad’s shop for the rest of your life?” He smiled softly putting a lock of your hair behind your ear. “You know how much I want to leave this place, I’m not made for small towns, I have to make it big.” He chuckled blowing out some smoke, “I don’t know” you said reaching for the cigarette packet. “It’s just” you stopped as you lite up the cigarette that was between your lips. “It’s just that we are at our last year of high school, we should do something about our future and sometimes I feel like I will be stuck here forever.” You were looking up at the sky, thinking of what your life would be if you’d stay in Truro. “Then let’s go away” Roger’s voice took you away from your thoughts and made you looked up at him. He was now sat up and his eyes never left yours. “Let’s go to London, let’s go study there. You will study to become a photographer and I, I think I will study to become a dentist, my parents keep saying it’s a good job.” He shrugged and you smiled as you sat up too, his arm around your waist pulling you to straddle his lap so you could face him. “Let’s go there, let’s move in together in London.” Words failed to come up from your mouth so you just nodded as tears were starting to form in your eyes. Roger kissed you as his hands laid on both sides of your neck and your hands found their way through his hair “We’re going to live together” you mumbled against his lips “We are” he confirmed smiling.

“Hey Freddie” you greeted as you got into Brian’s car. “Hey Penny” he looked at you with a smirk on his lips, making you understand he knew exactly what you were doing in the lab, of course, Brian had talked. “How’s Mary?” you asked while looking for your compact mirror and your lipstick in your bag. “She’s good, she had to work today so she couldn’t come to the rehearsals. “Well, we could swing by later” Rog said grinning, you knew about the guys going to Biba just to check the girls, that didn’t make you jealous, yes, he was your boyfriend but neither of you were blind, you also checked hot guys with your friends. Still, that comment made him earn a light punch on his stomach “Is someone jealous here?” he laughed looking at you, you shook your head as you started to fix your red lipstick while looking at yourself in the small mirror you were holding in your other hand. That’s when you felt a hand moving up to your tight, smirking you looked at Roger with the corner of your eye, he was grinning as his hand moved dangerously to the hem of your skirt. “Hey you two, not in my car” Brian warned you looking at you through the rearview mirror, both you and Roger chuckled as the drummer put his hand down to your knee and you blew a kiss to Brian who shook his head and tried to hide a grin. He was the person you were more close to in the band, you met him when Roger auditioned for Smile and by everyone’s surprise, you almost immediately became close friends. It wasn’t hard for you to understand why people found your friendship unusual, he was always so calm, polite, he knew always how to behave in any situation and he was a nerd for astrophysics, while you, well, you were a feminine version of Roger. “So, me and Roger met the guy at the disco a few days ago. His name’s John and he seems pretty shy, so behave. Okay Freddie?” he asked looking at the singer who nodded while getting off from the car. “Roger? Penny?” “Hey!” you sounded almost offended “I’m always nice with people. Talk to Mr Taylor here, who likes to make comments about people teeth.” You chuckled taking all your stuff while joining the other members. “You can be pretty mean too.” Roger argued. “Only with people that annoy me, I still don’t know this guy. Maybe I will like him, I mean, he’s a bassist, they say they’re pretty good with their hands.” You grinned looking at Roger who rolled his eyes as the other two guys chuckled. “Well,” the blonde said wrapping his arm around your waist so you could get closer to him and he could whisper in your ear. “Drummers are better at banging.” He smirked and slapped your bum as you got into the building. “You must be John.” Freddie said walking toward the guy who was sat by the door of a classroom. “It’s me” he nodded pulling his hand out so Fred could shake it. “Well, I’m Freddie, you already met Brian and Roger.” The guys nodded to him. “And she’s Penny, she’s Queen’s first groupie” Freddie smiled looking at you. “I’m (Y/N)” You said greeting him. “Penny is my surname, you can decide which name you like more” you chuckled. “And I’m not a groupie, I’m Roger’s girlfriend.” “You come to every concert and you shag him after each of them. That makes you a groupie” Freddie declared putting his arms on his hips. “And I take him back to our home after every concert. That makes me his girlfriend.” “Can we please stop arguing about our roles and listen to John, please?” Brian asked almost exhausted by your squabbles. You sat down on the couch between Roger and Freddie, your fingers tapped against your tight while listening to John playing. There was a feeling inside you that made you think that they finally may have found their final bassist, there was something in him, the way he talked and how he behaved that made you believe he could be a perfect fit between the three of them. You could already imagine Rog, Fred and Bri arguing about a song and then John would have jumped in and clear the air.

“John, he seemed really good.” You said while opening the door of yours and Roger’s shared flat. “I think he’s the one you may have been looking for.” “Hmmh.” Roger mumbled as he threw his jacket on the couch and laid down. You sat down on your bed, which was a mattress laid on some pallets, and looked at Rog while you took your shoes off. Your flat wasn’t really big, as you opened the main door there was a room big enough where you managed to create a living room and a bedroom, in another small room there was the kitchen with a small table where you could eat. The main problem was when the guys decided to show up for lunch or dinner and you all ended up eating on the couch and sat on the carpet, all gathered around the coffee table. And of course, in the flat, there was another room for the bathroom. “You don’t seem so excited about him.” You said getting comfortable. “I really think he’s the best bassist you ever had, you’d better keep him.” “Are you done talking about him? You haven’t shut up about him since he left the building. A smirk grew on your lips as you got up from the bed and walked toward the couch “Is someone jealous here?” you asked sitting on Roger’s lap, straddling him so you could face him. “Oh, shut up.” He groaned rolling his eyes. You chuckled softly, he always liked playing with you when it came to making you jealous. But that only time that you talked well about a guy he immediately acted like a child. “The man who always talks about the Biba girls is now envious over a bassist?” “Well, why don’t you go to ask him to use his fingers since bassists seem so good at him?” he muttered not even looking at you as he quoted what you told him before meeting John. “I don’t know” you shrugged as you laid your hands on his neck “I heard that drummers are better at banging.” You almost laughed at his behaviour changing so quick. Roger looked at you while biting his lip and in a matter of a few seconds you were already taken to the bed. Your sexual life with Roger could be divided into two moods: there was love and there was sex. There were times when you two needed to show the other how much you loved them, and it was slow, sweet nothings whispered while your bodies were closed, fingers intertwined and kissed all over your skin. Then there was sex, the one where you needed each other, it was rough, loud, there were hickeys and bruises and today it was like that. The aftercare though was always equal, your head was on his chest and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders as his fingers drew some figures on your skin. You were still trying to catch your breath as you left some sweet kisses on his bare skin. “You know, after today I have a good feeling, I feel like this time it’s the right one.” Roger said while looking at the ceiling as his fingertips never left your skin. “And I promise you that once we’ll make it I will buy us a nicer flat, one where our bed won’t be seen by anyone who will come inside.” He chuckled softly. “I don’t care where we’ll live as long as long as I know that you’ll always be next to me.”

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And They Were Soulmates 2 - Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: After you leave Roger out of fear, he wants to hunt you down while he’s still in the city. However, Freddie has other plans for him, and he realize he might never see you again.

Word Count: 3371

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So I made the reader a ballerina, and I hope it isn’t confusing! I’ve wanted to write a ballerina for awhile now so I hope you like it as much as I do!! Please leave feedback! Also excuse anything about ballet I only vaguely know what I’m talking about! It might be a lil boring but gets better at the end!!

You woke up the next morning, the rain still pouring down over your small town in Illinois. You laid there for a few minutes, staring up at ceiling, as you processed what had happened last night. With a heavy sigh, you swung your legs over and stepped onto the cold hardwood floor, sending a shiver through your body. As you were headed to go make breakfast, you felt a tingle on the back of your shoulder. You didn’t want to look anymore, you didn’t want to know what he was singing. However, you still ended up turning on your heel, heading toward to the bathroom.

With your back facing the mirror, you swiftly took off your pajama shirt, leaving the top half of you exposed to the coldness of your bathroom. You squinted as you looked over your shoulder, struggling to read the lyrics backwards as they appeared on your shoulder. As you understood them, you read them aloud. “Love of my life… You’ve hurt me.” You mumbled, a frown forming on your face. You knew this song, he’s sung it a few times but not recently. They didn’t even sing it last night. Words continued to scribble on your back. “You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me.” You read, and it came out as a whisper.

You felt your chest tighten; you knew he was singing this to you, knowing you’d see it. You pursed your lips and you shook your head as you threw your pajama shirt, back on, not wanting to see it anymore. It was painful to know that you had left him and that he wanted to meet you, but you couldn’t possibly be enough.

The phone began to ring, and with a sigh you answered it. You could still feel the lyrics scribbling out on your back. “Hello?” You said into the phone.

“Hey Y/N, I’m about to leave the house to pick you up, are you ready for our big show tonight?” Kathleen said, excitement in her voice.

“We’ve performed it before Kath, what do you mean big show?” You said in a monotone voice.

“I don’t know I was just trying to get you excited for something. I know you’re still moping about your soulmate!”

“I am not!” You said defensively. You heard her huff over the phone.

“Y/N, I can hear it your voice, and I get it, but I just want to you to be happy tonight. You love performing.” Kathleen said. There was a silence for a moment since you hadn’t said anything in response.

“He sang to me this morning.” You said softly. “He sang ‘Love of My Life.’ And I hate it because I can tell he’s hurting too, but I can’t do it Kath, I can’t face him.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Let’s just head to rehearsals so you aren’t late, okay?”

***

After you had tapped your ankles and put on your black leotard and tights, you tied your ballet slippers on. You had your work cut out for you in this ballet; You danced for the parts of Odile/Odette, two big characters in the ballet Swan Lake. You started ballet at a young age and hated it at first, but as you worked harder and grew older, it became your passion. Now, you worked hard enough to achieve your dreams, and danced in Swan Lake. Swan Lake was intense, not only did you have to dance perfectly and the perfect technique, you had to also be in touch with your emotions. You had yet to perfect your performance to your standards, always facing the issue of facial expressions.

Kathleen always danced in the Dance of the Little Swans, with three other dancers, which was a challenge in itself. All four of them had to be in sync, perfectly matching one another.

There was a lot of pressure and expectations with Ballet, and that’s why you loved it, because you wanted to exceed people’s expectations, you knew you could. And this where it’d come back to your soulmate, why you ran from him; you knew you couldn’t exceed your expectations.

You stood up, fully dressed in your rehearsal attire, Kathleen waiting for you dressed in her own. She held her arm to you, which you gladly took as you two headed down to the stage. Your other friend, Michael, who played the prince and you danced a good amount of the show with grinned. You tuned out the choreographer as he began to go over notes for tonight’s show. With you having such a large part in the show, it would’ve made sense to listen; but you didn’t care, and you’d heard this speech ten times already. “Did you meet your soulmate last night?” He whispered, leaning down to your ear. Michael had been waiting to hear of how your concert had gone.

“Sort of? I don’t know… I kind of ran out before we had the chance to talk.” You said in a hushed voice.

“What? Why?” He demanded quietly.

“Look okay, I–“ You were at a loss for words, unsure how to explain it to him. “My soulmate was Roger Taylor.” You sighed out.

“No way!” Michael yelled in disbelief, drawing everyone’s eyes to the two of you, even the choreographer's, who narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

“Oh shit…” You mumbled.

***

Roger was sitting on a couch in a hotel room, fidgeting with his hands as they discussed the next stop of the tour. They’d be leaving Chicago tomorrow for their next stop in America, and Roger wished he could stay longer and attempt to track down his soulmate. “What do you think Roger?” Freddie said, but Roger didn’t respond as he was lost in thought. “Roger!” Freddie repeated.

“Hm?” Roger said, finally looking up.

“You’re still thinking about her aren’t you?” Brian said, focusing on Roger’s expression.

“I don’t know what to do. I even sang her Love of My Life this morning,” He sighed, and Freddie scoffed at the thought of him using another one of his songs. Roger continued, “I don’t know how else to bloody reach her.”

“We could go out tonight, look at various places in the city it’s worth a try.” Brian suggested.

“That won’t work we have plans tonight darling! I got us all tickets to see a ballet tonight, it’s time you started appreciating the arts.” Freddie grinned.

“Fred, we’re in a band, and we perform nearly every night. Don’t think we already appreciate the arts?” John questioned, giving Freddie a confused stare.

“Well you see, ballet is different from our music and our style. We’re wild and loud, and have our own style, while ballet is elegant, soothing, graceful… It’s a different form of art.” Freddie said, grinning at John.

“I hate ballet, and I need to be out there looking for my soulmate!” Roger argued, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“See what I mean? That’s not very appreciative.” Freddie sighed. “Plus, Rog, this girl clearly doesn’t want to be found.”

Roger shook his head, and thought for a moment. “Which ballet are we going to see then?”

Freddie gave him a smile. “The Sleeping Beauty.”

***

After rehearsals and lunch, it was nearly time to get ready for the ballet. Kathleen helped you put your makeup on, and pulled your hair back into a tight bun. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“I suppose…” You sighed.

“Well you’re answer should be a yes…Michael told me there’s going to be some big names in the crowd tonight, so you’ve got to perform your best.”

After you had helped Kathleen with her hair and makeup, you slipped into your intricate, swan costume, with an elegant white tutu. You clipped the feather hairpiece on with ease, and you looked in the mirror, a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. You could hear the music start on stage, which meant that Act I Scene I was beginning. You weren’t due on the stage until Scene II, so you were able to add a few more finishing touches to your costume. The black swan costume hung up on the rack, ready for you to slip into between performances.

***

Freddie handed the tickets he had purchased earlier to the booth. “We have four tickets for The Sleeping Beauty.” He smiled.

The woman in the booth gave him a confused frown. “Tonight is Swan Lake, not The Sleeping Beauty. I’m sorry there must’ve been a mix up, it says your tickets are for Swan Lake… Is that alright?”

Freddie just shrugged. “Sure.”

The woman ripped up the tickets and handed them back. “Swan Lake is just as good, and we have some amazing Ballerinas this year.”

Freddie passed the tickets out, and Roger sighed, wishing he was out somewhere else, looking for his soulmate.

Scene I was just about over, and you awaited on the side for Scene II to begin. You feared that your nerves would get the best of you. The music started, and Michael ran out onto the stage, dancing perfectly to the music.

You readied yourself for your introduction into the ballet. Michael held up a crossbow to you as you made your entrance from across the stage, the nerves fading away as you stepped onto the stage. You didn’t dare look at the audience, and instead kept your focus on Michael.

You played perfectly into your emotions as you never had before, matching perfectly what Odette was feeling.

Roger hated to admit how intriguing ballet was to him, and he watched the swan, Odette, on the stage dance around the other swans. It wasn’t until after she had paused that he recognized her. He was left breathless as he watched you gracefully dance across the stage. He knew it was you, even as you faded into the group of swans dressed exactly like you. Roger couldn’t forget your face. He watched you, his eyes never leaving you

Even with all the rumors of high profile people in attendance making you nervous, you danced your best. The women all dressed in white dance elegantly and gracefully around as you danced with Michael. You could feel heart beating in your chest for the entirety of the show. And before you knew it, the curtain fell and it was time for intermission. You ran to Michael pulling him in for a hug as you squealed. “You did perfect Michael, this is our best performance yet!”

He lifted you up and spun you around. “I know, and did you see who was out there?”

“No, who is it? Whose our celebrity in the crowd?” You said, smiling.

“I swear I saw Freddie Mercury Y/N! And it’d make sense because they played in Chicago last night, you were there!” Michael said with an excited smile on his face. You froze, and felt your chest tighten out of fear. Your face went pale. Michael frowned. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

Kathleen walked up next to you, a frown her face. “What’s up with her? It looks like she’s seen a ghost!” Kathleen exclaimed.

“Is he here?” You murmured to yourself. “He can’t be…” You shook your head.

“Y/N, speak up. What did you say?” Kathleen said.

“My soulmate… Roger… Is he here Michael?” You said, your voice shaky.

“I’d assume so, but I’m not sure, I didn’t get a good look at the audience…”

“I’ve got to go…” You said looking for the nearest exit as you began to panic.

“Hey!” Kathleen grabbed your shoulders. “Focus. You still have half of the show, you can do this. Now let’s go get you ready for the Black Swan.”

On the other side of the curtains, Roger himself was freaking out. “It’s her, the swan! That’s my soulmate!” He said excitedly, turning to his friends.

“You’re going to have to be a little more clear, there were about thirty swans on that stage, Rog.” Brian said sarcastically.

“The main swan, like the White Swan!”

“Odette?” Freddie asked.

“Yes, that’s her, I can recognize her from here.” Roger said. He lifted up the program to look under who was playing the White Swan, Odette, and underneath it had your name. “Y/N Y/L/N…” Roger said as if he was tasting a new type of dish. “That’s her name.”

“Intermission is over, Rog.” Freddie said, as the lights dimmed. Shortly after, the curtain drew.

The ballroom scene had begun, with many dancers dancing around gracefully in their elegant garments. Soon, you appeared on the stage, arm in arm with the sorcerer. Now instead of a white costume, it was now black, and you were the Black Swan, Odile. He recognized you immediately. Your eyes were smokier, and the once beautiful pure white tutu had been replaced with an elegant black one. The ballroom scene continued, as you danced with the Prince.

Before you knew it, Act III had begun, and you were back to being Odette, the Swan Princess. You danced across the stage with the other swans, doing your own spins. Your heart was beating out of your chest during every moment, you knew he was in the crowd. The Sorcerer came onto to the stage, followed by the Prince, and you were nearing the end of the ballet. The music intensified as did the scene.

You embraced the music and in turn the music took control. You found herself in a different world. A world of pain. A world of love.

Your movements flowed with a dazzling grace that took away the breath of every person in the audience. You could practically feel your soul become one with the music and you unleashed your emotions into her dance. You needed this as badly as You needed to breathe. Your entire being moved with a purposeful clarity. With each stride you made, it became more painfully obvious how much heart you put into your routine tonight and how punishing it was for you. But no one saw the tears you let roll down your round cheeks upon seeing your soulmate in the crowd, cracking under the pressure and letting your emotions get to you.

And then the music stopped, as you were wrapped in Michael’s arms, and the Sorcerer lay dead. Tears still streamed down your face, and you weren’t sure why. There was a thunderous applause as the curtains closed. They opened back up momentarily as you all took your bows, the crowds cheers growing more deafening.

You smiled up at the audience, finally seeing his face, and Roger was looking right at you in admiration. You never broke your gaze until the curtains drew to a close. Kathleen ran up and hugged you. “Y/N you did amazing! That was your best performance yet!”

“Thank you Kath, but I really need to go. Let’s go change.” You said, dragging her to do the dressing room. With haste, you slipped out of your tutu, and slipped off your ballet slippers. You threw on a blush-pink silk robe as more dancers came into the room to congratulate you. A girl, Dana, hugged you tight. “You’re going to go out with us after right? You have to, you did amazing Y/N.”

“I’m afraid I can’t not tonight, but thank you so much Dana.” You said giving a small smile.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” You heard a voice call from the doorway. You turned around still smiling and froze when you saw his face. He wasn’t dressed fancy or anything, and his blonde locks were a tad messy, but he still left you breathless. In his hand he held a bouquet of white roses. “I’m Roger Taylor.” He said, his baby blue eyes never leaving you.

You forced a smile to conceal your nerves as you took the flowers he held. “T-They’re beautiful.” You stammered clearing your voice. You looked around the room, to see many of the girls watching you two and practically drooling over Roger. “We should go somewhere more… Private.” You smiled weakly. You guided him out of the room, down to a dimly lit hallway, and then into a closet filled with old costumes.

“I bought those flowers off of a dad for fifty dollars. That’s the most I’ve ever spent on flowers.” Roger blurted out with a frown. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, which was odd for him since he was so used to being around a girls. But none of those girls were his soulmate. The dim closet was silent except for your breathing for a moment. “Why did you run off last night?” He said bluntly, breaking the silence..

“I…” You were at a loss for words. “I got scared, freaked out…” You only shook your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Why? I thought it was an amazing way to meet my soulmate!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him call you his soulmate. It suddenly became a lot more real, and you decided to do all you knew how to do: Run. “I’m sorry.” You breathed out, as you reached for the door, and took off.

“Hey, wait!” Roger ran after you, grabbing your wrist before you got too far. “Why were you afraid?”

“I can’t tell you.” You frowned.

“Why?” Roger said, clearly starting to get upset. He didn’t want to scare you, but he couldn’t just let you go again.

“It’s embarrassing, alright?” You huffed.

Roger rolled his eyes. “Try me, I don’t care.”

“I was afraid…” You paused, looking down at your feet which were still bare. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed… That I was your soulmate.”

“Are you joking? How could I be disappointed? Do you know what you just did on that stage? It was bloody amazing!” Roger exclaimed. He lifted you up and spun you around as Michael had earlier. “Promise me you won’t leave me again, I want the chance to get to know you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t hide the wide smile on your face. “Roger…” You laughed.

“Promise me!” Roger laughed taking your free hand that wasn’t holding the roses.

“Alright, I promise.” You sighed. “Where do we go from here?” You frowned.

“Well, I could just take out to dinner… If that’s alright with you?” Roger grinned.

“Of course, let me just change out of this robe…” You said, looking down at your improper attire. You headed to the dressing room, quickly changed into your sweater and striped pants, and finally letting your hair out of the tight bun. Loose waves draped over your back. You grabbed your bag, and tapped Kathleen on the shoulder. “Hey Kath…” She turned around. “I don’t need a ride home I’m going out, I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

Kathleen frowned. “With who?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Don’t freak out… I’m going out with Roger.”

Before you knew it she was hugging you. “Oh my God, Y/N, I’m so happy for you!” Kathleen smiled at you. “Go, have fun with your soulmate, and be safe!” She squealed.

“Thanks Kath, I’ll call you when I’m home.” You said, and couldn’t help but smile.

As you walked through the hall, you saw Dana talking to the guy who played the Sorcerer. “And they were soulmates!” She said, in disbelief.

“Oh my God, they were soulmates.” He mocked. You had a feeling they were talking about you and Roger. Roger stood at the end of the hallway, a grin on his face. He held his hand out to you.

“You know, I was afraid I’d never find you.” Roger said, as beamed down at you. You took his hand, and returned his smile.

“Of course you’d find me, we’re soulmates.” You said, grinning.

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scaredofthebasement-blog · 5 years ago

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 3

Bringing Auston Out of a Coma

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It’s around 10:30 am when Dr Quinn comes by Auston’s room and informs the family that since Auston’s been in a Coma now for five days, her team plans to proceed with the Microlaryngoscopy and Bronchoscopy to determine how well Auston’s Larynx is restoring itself. If all tests results show progressive healing, that his deflated lung is working again and his lungs appear strong enough to be weaned off the Ventilator, then the plan is to take steps to bring him out of his Coma today.

For Auston’s family, hearing Dr Quinn’s words is like having life breathed into them.

Dr Quinn continues, “After Auston is brought out of his Coma, he will require breathing therapy to get off the Ventilator. Down the road, depending on how well his vocal cords have healed, we will determine if he will need the vocal cord rejuvenation procedure that I had alluded to previously. Do you have any questions for me at this point?” Quinn finishes and waits.

Brian speaks for the family, “No questions right now, Doctor. Please, can you do what you need to do to be able to wake Auston? We can’t wait to see him conscious again. It’s been torture waiting”, he begs. The rest of the family nods in agreement.

“I understand completely.” Quinn sympathises. “I’ll make sure the team is ready for the procedures to begin. You may now go and be with Auston before the attendants come to get him”, she instructs the family.

“Thank you so much Doctor”, they all chime.

“What you have done and are doing for Auston means the world to us”, Ema speaks up in appreciation and awe.

Dr Quinn blushes and nods her head modestly as she responds, “It is very nice to be appreciated. I wish I could make it all be back to normal for your family and Auston, but there’s a long road to travel still. It is my intention, to help Auston and you all, every step of this journey.”

The family all gather around Dr Quinn to give her a group hug.

After disbanding, they attend Auston’s room to hug, kiss and tell him how much they love him before the attendants’ transfer him onto a stretcher and wheel him to the operating theatre where Dr Quinn and her team await.

In the operating room, Dr Quinn is able to determine that Auston’s Larynx is healing well, his airway is staying open, and both lungs are functioning adequately. Auston passes the test to determine if he has the ability to be weaned off the Ventilator. Dr Quinn and her team are pleased. They immediately start decreasing the drugs that have been keeping Auston in his Coma as well as some of his pain medications.

Auston is delivered back to his room in the Intensive Care Ward while Dr Quinn washes up and follows shortly after. Walking toward Auston’s room, she approaches his family in the waiting room.

“Doctor Quinn! How did it go?” Brian begs as he and his family quickly stand, anxious to know the outcome.

“Well, I have some pretty good news.” Dr Quinn tells them.

“Auston’s Larynx appears to be healing well, his airway is open, and both lungs are working adequately.”

Dr Quinn continues, “We will soon take steps to wean Auston off the Ventilator because we believe he will be able to breathe on his own after some breathing therapy. He will alternate between using the Ventilator through his Trach and an oxygen mask with the hope that his breathing strength improves.”

“You’ll be thrilled to know that we have already taken steps to wake Auston from his Coma!” She tells them.

Dr Quinn must caution them, “However, I need you to understand that it may take a while before he comes out of unconsciousness. It’s different with each person’s circumstances, and we can’t easily predict the timing for such things. Be aware too, that coming out of sedation can lead to hallucinations, disorientation and agitation as so many drugs are still withdrawing from the body. My advice to you is just to be there to reassure Auston with your familiar faces and friendly voices talking about daily life etc. That can help a lot.”

“Also, keep in mind that Auston will have lost a lot of muscle strength even though it has been only five days. Recovery can be a long, slow and sometimes painful process as the body has been through major trauma. Being a professional athlete may make Auston’s recovery much quicker, but at the same time, it may bring him considerable frustration. I would not be surprised to see him suffer from an identity crisis of sorts. Just the idea that he may not be able to do what he has spent his entire life training and focused on can set a person down a dark road. Expect that he will probably struggle with many things. Psychological Therapy, as well as Physical Therapy, will be offered when deemed appropriate, and I hope you will encourage him to take the former as much as the latter.”

“We understand. Thank you, Doctor. Were you able to see if his vocal cords are joining up?” Ema asks.

“No. I’m sorry. Testing for that is highly specialised and will be conducted in due course at the Vocal Cord Reconstruction Lab when Auston is out of his coma and feeling stronger.”

“Okay Doctor. We understand.” The group all indicate with a mixture of fear and excitement dripping from their voices. “Can we please see him now?!” They beg.

“Absolutely. Let’s go!” Dr Quinn leads the way back to Auston’s room.

The two nurses have finished checking feedback from the machines, adjusting intravenous and catheter lines and noting results on their clipboards. They step aside to allow the family to gather around Auston’s bedside. All eyes are focused on Auston as they wait for any signs that he is stirring from his coma. Nothing yet.

Dr Quinn lets the nurses and family know she is leaving the hospital to attend to a few things but will be back as soon as she is summoned. She speaks directly with the nurses and instructs them to inform her of any concerns they might have and to let her know when Auston shows any signs of waking. She advises that she will be available day and night by pager.

Dr Quinn steps up behind Ema and Brian and places her hands tenderly on their shoulders as they stand next to each other watching Auston. She reminds them again to contact her for any reason whatsoever, anytime whatsoever. She gives both of their shoulders a light squeeze, walks over to hug Alex and Bre and then departs.

It is hours before Auston makes even the slightest movement, but it comes with the twitching of his fingers. Dr Quinn is immediately summoned by Nurse Kelly.

Upon Dr Quinn’s return to Auston’s room, she joins the family and observes Auston moving more parts of his body, some of them flailing in small bursts. Then, at last, he starts to open his eyes.

Ema is near Auston’s head on one side while Brian is on the other. They are both holding his hands. His sisters, Alex and Bre are at the foot of his bed. It is apparent that Auston is trying to focus on something when he opens his eyes. The lights in the room are dim.

“Auston? Papi? Honey? It’s Mom! Your Dad and I are here and so are your sisters, Alex and Bre”, Ema tells Auston as she smiles looking into his eyes and smoothing his hair.

They all watch Auston closely for any facial expressions that might give them a hint as to what he is thinking, but his face remains blank. His eyes look around the room slowly, not able to focus on anything or anyone in particular. Then his eyes roll back and close.

About 5 minutes later, Auston’s eyes open again, and it is Brian who speaks up. “Auston? Son? It’s your Dad here. I love you, Auston. You had an accident, and you’re in the hospital recovering. You are getting great care. We haven’t left your side, and we won’t leave your side”, Brian’s voice is coated with emotion. There is no response from Auston to indicate that he hears what his father says; just a blank stare and his eyes close again.

After about a half-hour of nothing, Auston starts to come alive, so to speak. He appears to be hallucinating, flailing and going in and out of consciousness. Dr Quinn quickly determines that it is in everyone’s best interests to have restraints attached to Auston’s arms, wrists, legs and ankles to protect him and others from injury and calls for the attendants to put them on.

Auston’s family, along with Dr Quinn, can’t help but recognize the situation as surreal and giggle out of nervousness when it appears Auston might get out of the restraints.

Dr Quinn jokes, “The pressure those restraints can withstand is too high for anyone to compromise, yet your ‘Bam Bam’ here has me concerned. I have a feeling Auston is going to surprise me at every turn.” His family grin, catch each other’s eyes and nod in agreement.

“Welcome to the world of Auston Matthews, Dr Quinn”, Alex speaks up proudly. “He’s been overachieving his whole life, so we’re hopeful for his progress. He will love it when we tell him what he did here. He’s very competitive.”

“Yes, apparently. It seems he’s turned fighting his restraints into a competitive sport”, Dr Quinn adds with a small laugh.

“Dr Quinn, you have to tell him! We’re sure that will make his day to impress you”, Bre suggests giggling.

“Oh, really? Well, I’ll be happy to tell him, but first, we need to get your feisty, yet very sleepy, brother to wake up so I can do just that”, Dr Quinn jokes.

“We can’t wait for Auston to meet you, the one who saved his life”, Ema adds as she walks over to give a side hug to Dr Quinn.

“I appreciate that Ema, but I can’t take the credit as so many people contributed to saving Auston’s life”, Dr Quinn says humbly.

Brian speaks up, “Don’t be so quick to gloss over what you have done for Auston. We know others played a role, but we also know it was you that made every difference between him being able to just exist, to him having a chance to really live again. We know that it is because of your special expertise and skills that Auston will have the best chance of recovery. We know, that what the puck had crushed beyond all recognition, you found a way to reconstruct so that he could have a chance to breathe on his own and hopefully speak again. We have heard from so many people in the medical community that say you are the best at what you do. Believe me when I tell you, Dr Quinn, that I left no stone unturned to know just who was in charge of looking after our son. If you weren’t the best, then we were going to get the best. We learned that Auston lucked out big time getting you as his surgeon and specialist. We have been informed that, if this horrific accident had to happen at all, Auston was in the right place, at the right time. We have been told that you have risen at an unprecedented speed through the ranks of medicine and that everybody who is anybody in the medical community, lobbied the Canadian and Ontario Medical Associations, The Medical Council of Canada and The Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons, to grant you exceptional status to be able to do what you do, in the discipline that you do it and at the level that you do it, sooner rather than later; that has and will make all the difference for Auston. I am given to understand that there is no one else, even internationally, that is as successful in the field of throat surgery, nor as knowledgeable, skilled or qualified in the field of vocal cord reconstruction as you. Have we been lied to, Doctor?” Brian asks, confident in the answer he is about to get, as his family all look at Dr Quinn as they await a response.

“Well, you certainly did your research, Brian. Would you mind writing a Wikipedia page for me? Dr Quinn laughs slightly embarrassed. “I am very flattered. I suppose I cannot dispute any of the things you just revealed, but I hesitate to think of myself as ‘the most’ or ‘the best’ or ‘only’ as I am sure if another truly applied themselves and cared as much, they too could do what I have done. I can tell you that since I was seventeen years old and watched a dear boyfriend climb and slip from a metal, spoked cemetery fence and get his neck impaled by a pointed stake, I have never been the same person. Not long after his death, I resolved that I would be the one who would find a way to make sure that anyone suffering from a neck or throat injury would live and be able to breathe and speak normally again. I became possessed if I’m being completely honest. I was shocked and concerned to learn of the lack of study in the field and the shortage of dedication and talent in this specific area of medicine. I have had one goal since then, and I am thrilled that I am achieving it. I sincerely hope with everything I am that people like Auston will benefit. His success will be my dream come true. My next goal is to train other doctors to be able to do what I do, as I am stretched pretty thin.” As Dr Quinn finishes speaking, she looks towards Auston and notices that he is awake and staring at her.

“Well, look who has decided to join us?” Dr Quinn announces with a huge smile, gesturing towards Auston.

Did he just hear all of that? She wonders.

He did.

As the family turn around, elated, they focus their attention on Auston, as he tries to raise his arms to his throat. He can only get his arms about an inch off the bed before they collapse from the restraints. His eyes find his parents; looking afraid and pleading for an explanation.

Ema and Brian desperately try to explain things to Auston, but Dr Quinn senses it is just confusing him more as he starts to get agitated, withering on his bed.

“Ema and Brian, would you mind? I’d like to speak to Auston for a moment?” Dr Quinn asks.

“Oh, yes please Doctor”, Ema begs as she steps aside allowing Dr Quinn to approach Auston.

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Dark Watchers

Meandering along the coast of California from Monterey County all the way up into central San Luis Obispo County is the Santa Lucia Mountain Range, a rugged expanse of peaks and wilderness that is imposing enough to have posed a hurdle to early Spanish explorers making their way to the California coast. It is a place of undeniable natural beauty and history, and it has also long been said to be the haunt of inscrutable shadow beings that seem to stand and observe our world from afar.

What have come to be known as the “Dark Watchers” are typically said to be very tall humanoid entities ranging in height from 7 feet tall all the way up to around 15 feet tall, dressed all in black and wearing flowing cloaks and wide brimmed hats, with many sightings also mentioning some sort of staves or sticks in the beings’ hands. Facial features are not typically seen, and they are almost always silent, enigmatic figures usually seen at a distance up on ridges silhouetted against the darkening twilight sky, always at around dusk or dawn, quietly looking over and surveying their domain with unknowable purpose and often vanishing in the blink of an eye, especially if one is to try and draw closer.

Such bizarre entities have been reported for centuries, with the accounts supposedly traced back to at least the Native Chumash tribe of the central coast of California and the Channel Islands, who apparently had a rich tradition of lore on these enigmatic beings and called them “The Old Ones.” Early Spanish explorers and Mexican ranchers also knew of them, referring to them as Los Vigilantes Oscuros, and they were often seen by early explorers and soldiers in the region, who described the unsettling experience of being observed by them from cliffs high above. These beings have been sighted ever since, going on to be mentioned in countless literary references and sightings reports. One very well-known literary mention of the mysterious beings was written of in John Steinbeck’s 1938 book The Long Valley, in which the creatures were written of in a short story called Flight, particularly in one passage that reads:

Pepe looked up to the top of the next dry withered ridge. He saw a dark form against the sky, a man’s figure standing on top of a rock, and he glanced away quickly not to appear curious. When a moment later he looked up again, the figure was gone. Pepé looked suspiciously back every minute or so, and his eyes sought the tops of the ridges ahead. Once, on a white barren spur, he saw a black figure for a moment; but he looked quickly away, for it was one of the dark watchers. No one knew who the watchers were, nor where they lived, but it was better to ignore them and never to show interest in them. They did not bother one who stayed on the trail and minded his own business.

This is undeniably based on the pervasive lore of these entities, and other writers at around the same time made mention of the Dark Watchers, including notably poet Robinson Jeffers, in his poem Such Counsels You Gave to Me & Other Poems, in which he calls them “forms that look human… but certainly are not human,” and says of them:

He thought it might be one of the watchers, who are often seen in this length of coast-range, forms that look human to human eyes, but certainly are not human. They come from behind ridges to watch. But when he approached it he recognized the shabby clothes and pale hair and even the averted forehead and concave line from the eye to the jaw, so that he was not surprised when the figure turning toward him in the quiet twilight showed his own face. Then it melted and merged into the shadows beyond it.

These literary accounts draw from the same local traditions, which have gone back centuries and continue on into this day. In the mid 1960s there was an alleged sighting of the Dark Watchers made by a high school teacher, who was out hiking in the range at the Monterrey peninsula. As he walked along he claimed that he had seen a tall dark figure looming up upon a ridge, which seemed to be in the process of merely standing and contemplating the scenery. The hiker called out to the mysterious figure and at that instance the entity simply dissolved from sight as if it had never been there at all. There have been numerous supposed sightings of these strange entities since, right up into very recent years. One strange occurrence was told of by a witness from Moreno Valley, California, who in 2011 said:

Many many years ago I was with a friend driving through a dirt field here in Moreno Valley near Allessandro (old east part) near what I believe were old abandoned barns, that I always had heard were haunted when my friends car broke down. (could have been coincidence, it was a beat up volkswagen bug) It was dusk at best and there was no way we were going to make it out of the field before it was pitch black and instead of chancing getting retardedly lost and/or hurt in the dark we decided to sleep in the car and set out in the morning to go get help to tow the car. (it was wayyyyy before the days of everyone having cell phones and quick help) As we were killing time, in the pitch black now, we were hanging out inside and outside of the car, killing time, sharing smokes, and we started to distinctly see what looked like black shadows, evenly distributed completely encircling us, they did not move, they stayed motionless but were of significant size and based on the distance, I would say at least the size of a small car like the bug we ourselves were in. Whatever these were seemed hunched over, perhaps kneeling. Time passed, they never moved and though we walked around the car and got in and out of the car to see if what we were seeing was some sort of optical illusion, yet we couldn’t explain or discredit what we were seeing. To this day, it racks my brain.

In 2013 there was a report made by a Elizabeth Benitez of San Mateo, California, who claimed to have seen the specters in broad daylight near the San Luis Obispo reservoir. She would say of this encounter:

I remember one day my friend and I were coming back from Los Angeles. We passed the San Luis Obispo reservoir, and as we drove on the road I saw something at a distance down at the end of the mountain. It was a really big human figure, but it wasn’t. It had a black cape kind of like the grim reaper and it was leaning over holding on to a staff at a “puddle of water” or so that is what it seemed at a distance. It was in daytime too, so I could identify it wasn’t a person. Even in mid light he was very black and reminded me of a raven. I told my friend that was driving to look over at the mountains, and surprisingly she was able to see a glimpse of it. I asked her what she saw without giving her my details, and she said exactly what I saw. She only looked at it for about 5 seconds, but she was able to see it. She almost lost control of the car too when she looked away at it, and I begged her to go back and see it, but she was very tired of driving already. These Dark Watchers are real!

Also in 2013 was an account from a witness known only as “Brian,” from Hollister, California, who claimed to have seen the entities as they were driving home. He would say of the incident:

We where coming home to the San Juan Bautista/hollister side when we saw a very large dark figure standing at the edge of the mountains which is extremely weird since I’ve never seen anyone cross over the barbed wire fence and I travel that road daily and at all hours. We drove by it slowly behind the figure noticing it staring off into the distant valleys and mountains (fremonts peak). It appeared to have a large cape with straight shoulders that where very broad. It seemed to have a hunch on it’s back. At first from a distance I thought it was a condor but when I got closer it stood almost over 10 ft tall. It did not notice us driving behind it but when we found a spot on the cliffy road to turn around and get a better look it was gone.

In 2015 there was a report from a long distance runner calling himself Joey, in Sylmar California. The witness said that he had been out training for a race in the mountains when he saw something peculiar, saying of his experience:

Time of day was 2:00 pm I was running and up in an area where no human could climb without gear I saw a black figure in plain day light. I never seen anything like it up in the mountain. Was darker than dark could not explain it. A year past and today again January 24th I saw it again and in the same spot.

There have been many other reports as well. As recently as 2018 there was a report from a witness from Ojai , California, who was out hiking in the mountains when he came across something very bizarre indeed. He would say:

I was hiking up a remote trail up the 33 in Ojai, I was about an hour up the mountain, no people, no cars in sight. as I was hiking, I had this eerie feeling I was being watched. I looked up at the top of the mountain. It was a black figure. I waved, jokingly, not really thinking the object was a person. It waved back. Thinking I was maybe tripping, or that it was a tree waving in the wind, I took a puff of my cigarette, only to see the figure blow out a plume of smoke as well. I started seeing it flowing, and I say flowing, almost floating vertically. I ran like hell back to my car, spraining my knee in the process.

There are numerous other accounts of seeing these inexplicable shadow beings out in the wilderness silently surveying the land, to the point that, rather interestingly, John Steinbeck’s own son Thomas Steinbeck wrote an entire book on the subject after having his own encounter. He would go on to research the lore of the Dark Watchers and pen the book In Search of the Dark Watchers along with co-author Benjamin Brode, which goes into quite a lot of depth into the phenomenon and its cultural origins. Some have pointed to this being a trick of light or illusion, but that somehow seems to be an inadequate explanation for the entirety of this phenomenon.

It seems that this is a phenomenon for which there are no clear answers, and those enigmatic tall beings dressed in dark upon the cliffs and ridges of these mountains at twilight remain a baffling mystery. Are these just illusions or hallucinations? If so, why should they be confined to this one mountain range? There is also the idea that this may be due to the presence of infrasound signals in the area, which can be caused by natural processes such as the wind along the rocks and can have strange effects on the human psyche, but again why should the Dark Watchers legend take root here of all places if that is the case, and why would the reports be so consistent in the appearance and behavior of the entities? Could this be something else? Are these some sort of supernatural or even inter-dimensional entities here on some unknown mission? It is impossible to tell, and the Dark Watchers of California remain a compelling mystery that really captures the imagination.

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Start Spreading The News |College!Shawn AU

Summary: You meet Shawn at a bar/club, then walk to a cafe and talk all night. A few weeks later he’s taking the summer Jounalism course you’re the TA for.

Word Count: 2,212

Warnings: None

A/N: Hi Shawnblr!! This is my first fic ever! I’ve spent a lot of time working on this piece, I hope it shows.💕

Part 1

You really didn’t feel like going out. You just wanted to stay home in your fuzzy pjs, eat popcorn, and watch a murder documentary. Yet, your best friend had bigger plans.

It was 9:30PM when you heard a knock at your door. You decided to ignore it and get settled on the couch. The knock got louder and then you heard your friends voice from the other side.

“Y/N it’s Kelly open the door! I know you’re in there!” I groaned as I stood up from the couch, I walked up to the door wrapped in a blanket. I opened the door to Kelly in a mini dress and heels just as high as my expectations in a man. She looks me up and down somewhat annoyed as she lets herself in. I close the door as I roll my eyes and turn back to walk to the couch. As I sit down Kelly is staring at me.

“Y/N what are you doing? It’s Saturday night! We’re going out!” She said as she sat down next to me.

“No we’re not I’m getting ready to watch the Ted Bundy documentary I told you about!” I replied sass clear in my voice. Kelly looked me up and down, I have a messy bun and my glasses on as well as my fuzzy pj pants, a T-shirt, and a blanket wrapped around me.

“No Y/N we’re going out! I’m not letting you stay cooped up in here all night!” Kelly said as she made her way to my room. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I followed behind her. She whipped open my closet to pick out an outfit. I plopped on my bed and just stared at her.

“Kelly, seriously I’d rather just stay in tonight. I’m not in the mood, and just look at it outside! It’s supposed to storm soon!” I said as I pushed up my glasses looking toward the window hearing the rain fall on the fire escape. She already had 2 outfit options in her hand. She threw them at me as she went to the bathroom to grab my makeup bag. I groaned in annoyance as Kelly made her way back with my makeup bag. She rolled her eyes at me and asked “Did you pick what you’re wearing yet?!”

I looked down at the clothes in my lap, Kelly had picked out 2 dresses. A little black strapless dress and another dress similar in blue. I sighed and looked up at her. “The only way I’m going with you tonight is if I’m wearing jeans.” I said flatly hoping she would argue, disagree, and go by herself. Luckily for me she agreed and was so happy I “changed my mind about going out.”

It was now 11:15PM when the rain finally let up and we made our way to the bar a few blocks from my apartment. I ended up wearing minimal makeup despite Kelly’s protest. As well as high-waisted jeans with a Yankees T-shirt and an Adidas windbreaker. Just incase it’s going to rain/storm some more like the weatherman said it would, but you never know. I mean, it’s New York. We finally got to the bar after what felt like forever. Kelly wasn’t missing a beat despite her ridiculously huge heels, she practically dragged me inside. When we walked up to the bar Kelly grabbed one of the bartenders attention and ordered.

“I’ll have a cranberry vodka!” Kelly said with a smile.

“Sure thing! Coming right up.” The bartender replied as she took Kelly’s order. I immediately recognized her voice.

“Zoraida?!” I say excitedly looking up over the bar.

“Oh my god! Y/N! Hi! Long time no see!” Zoraida replied with a smirk as she walked away to grab the bottle of vodka. Zoraida is a friend you met in your Biology class 2 semesters ago. She became a good friend and study buddy, but with your two crazy schedules you weren’t able to see each other much recently. Zoraida handed Kelly her drink, but before Kelly could grab you to scout out the place for cute guys you told her you were going to catch up with Zoraida. You told her you’d find her later as she walked away toward the dance floor. Zoraida made her way toward you as you leaned against the wall at the end of the bar.

“Would you like anything to drink Y/N?” Zoraida asked leaning closer so you could hear her better. “A water would be great!” You said with a smile.

Zoraida sat down the glass in front of you and said, “So what’s been up with you? We haven’t had the chance to talk in a few weeks!” After taking a sip of the water you nodded and said, “I know! Since the semester ended Professor Sanders asked me to be his TA for his summer Journalism 101 class at NYU. Even though the class doesn’t start for another 2 weeks, he’s been driving me crazy! He’s given me lesson plans and notes for the class already. He’s even made me create some of the assignments!”

Zoraida was about to reply, but she looked behind you with her eyes open so wide they looked like they were going to pop out. “Hottie 12 o’clock!” Was all she said as she walked back to the other end of the bar. My own eyes went wide at the realization a guy was about to come up and talk to me. I quickly calmed down as I felt his presence next to me.

“You like the Yankees, eh?” The stranger said with a smirk.

“Yes, and you like the Blue Jays.” I replied with an expectant look in my eyes, while holding back a smirk.

“How’d you know I like the Jays?” The stranger replied with knitted eyebrows while rubbing the back of his neck cheeks turning rosy.

“Nobody from New York says ‘eh’.” I said with a chuckle. I look up at the stranger meeting his eyes. I felt heat creeping up my face. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t making me nervous. He was breathtaking with his hazel eyes, curly brown hair, and pearly white smile. He was wearing black jeans and a Calvin Klein hoodie with a leather jacket. He pulled me out of my gaze with an out stretched hand saying, “I’m Shawn!” A blush growing on his face matching mine.

“I’m Y/N!” You say biting your bottom lip holding back a smile as you shake his hand.

After you two release the hand shake, you grab Shawn’s attention starting a conversation. Which was so unlike you, you were on the shyer side; yet something about Shawn drew you to him. “So... what brings you to New York?” You said looking up at him. Despite the dim lighting you couldn’t help but notice his facial features. You noticed everything from how his lips curved to how sharp his jaw was. Shawn reply’s, “I actually go to college here, I go to NYU!”

“Ohhh, that makes sense why I haven’t seen you before!” You said with a smile. “I go to Fordham, and most people that come to this bar go there as well!”

Shawn nodded and said, “Yeah, I had to switch apartments for the summer. My friend Brian, his dad owns the apartment we’re renting and he wanted to fix it up a little bit for us. So, we’re staying around here until it’s done!”

Shawn smiled while looking around the room. He adverts back to you and says, “Would you like to go somewhere quiet? We can go to the cafe across the street?” You were a little shocked to say the least, but you happily agreed. You both got up from the bar and headed for the door, Shawn with his hand on you shoulder so he wouldn’t lose you through the crowd. You had forgot you came with Kelly, hopefully Zoraida will let her know you had left.

Walking into the cafe you offer to wait in line, but Shawn said he would and asked for you order. While he was online you went and found a booth. Shawn returned with your coffee as well as one for himself.

You talked for what felt like hours. The two of you talked about anything and everything, you eventually got to the topic of your majors plus the stories behind them. You explained your lame story about how you feel in love with the Yankees and baseball which lead to you wanting to be a journalist. You explained how you would write down all the hits, and important moments of the game. You would then make it into an essay, which sat on the kitchen table waiting for your dad to read with his morning coffee.

Shawn admired how you knew so much about the game and the teams starting at such a young age. You just blushed and gave all the credit to the New York Daily News and New York Post sports sections, but Shawn wouldn’t let it go.

“Y/N seriously I bet your articles are amazing!” Shawn said looking out the window. You didn’t have the courage to look up at him with your face turning into a tomato, yet you managed to mumble “Thanks.” Shawn then looked back at you with a smirk like a light bulb went off in his head. He took his phone out of his pocket and went on Google.

“What are you doing?!” You asked with a curious smile. “I’m looking up your articles from Fordams newspapers website, duh!” Shawn said with a laugh as he pulled up the link. “Shhaawwwwwnnnn!!” You whined as you face palmed. “What? I wanna see how good of a story teller you are!” Shawn beamed looking up at you from over his phone.

You rolled you eyes trying to hide the smile creeping on your face. Shawn started to read the headline of your latest article. “Bed Bugs at Lincoln Center, McKeon Hall.” Shawn looked up at you with shock all over his face and said, “Oh shit, are you kidding?” You started giggling and said, “Nope! I even had to go there and interview people, I even had to bring the photographer with me!” Shawn just looked at you in disbelief that you actually had to go inside the building.

“I was so creeped out and scared one of the little suckers would jump in my purse or something!” You added with a giggle. “I mean they are tiny, and yeah they’re gross. Maybe one did jump in your purse without you noticing.” Shawn said with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders. You shook your head trying to hide the smile that appeared on your face looking anywhere but at him. Something about Shawn made you feel like you could be you. Unlike how you normally act around new people. You were always so shy at first which you never understand with being a journalist. You tried to think of what drew you to him, maybe it was his aura and energy? After shaking yourself out of your thoughts you decided to ask Shawn the story behind his major.

Shawn was happy to start telling his story, his eyes lit up to a beautiful golden brown despite the dim lighting. You could see how much passion he had for his major just through his eyes, and he hasn’t even started talking. Shawn explained, “I knew I wanted to do something with music, but it became clear while on a family vacation to Portugal when I was younger. It was my first time there, we were visiting my dads side of the family. We were in the middle of the city and I just randomly decided to start singing. I never truly understood why, but I just knew it was something I needed to do.”

Another hour passed by and you never realized it had started raining. “Oh no Shawn, it’s raining!” You said staring out the window. You then checked the time, 2AM. “Shawn, it’s getting late we should get back home.” You said disappointed. “Of course Y/N! Let me walk you home.”

So, there you were running down the street in the pouring rain with Shawn only a block away from your apartment. You couldn’t stop giggling. You would catch a glimpse of each other behind your hoods, quickly looking away with smiles on our faces. You just shook your head keeping your thoughts to yourself, on how much you hoped you’d see him again. The thought slipped your mind when you finally got to the front door of your building. You turned and asked Shawn if he wanted to come. He was just as soaked as you were. He politely declined and said “Thank you Y/N, but I should get home. I’m actually only another block from here!” You nodded and thanked him for the coffee and being great company. Shawn gave you a huge smile and a hug to your surprise, but you happily returned the gesture. He then waved goodbye and said he’d see you around.

Boy did you hope you would.

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Authors Note:

I hope you all enjoyed Part 1!! It would mean the world if you could reblog and share with your friends! I’m currently working on part 2, please comment if you’d like to be apart of the tag list!💕

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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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roll credits - a jungkook x reader oneshot

A/N: This is dedicated to the lovely @xilee-reaper. I’m sure you have a string of happy days just around the corner, and I hope you see that cute barista again ;)

Bad luck always seemed to have momentum. You’d have a good run for a week, a month, six months, but the moment something went really bad, it would set off a chain reaction of rubbish that just got worse and worse.

The thing that would finally make you lose it, the thing that currently had you muffling sobs in the back of a movie theater over, was never the true source of the problem. It was just the final straw that broke the camel’s back. An accumulation of all the heartache that was building up before.

Any other time and you would’ve been a little disappointed. Slightly angry, maybe. But you had had such an awful few weeks that when your friend failed to show up to the movie you were meant to go to together, you completely lost it.

Crying quietly was an art you had the misfortune of mastering, and you managed to scrounge up enough tissues and jacket sleeve fabric to wipe away most of the snot on your face, but no matter how silently you were while angry, upset, overwhelmed tears streamed down your face, nothing could hide you from the ugly reality that the movie attendant who waved their torch over the audience midway through the movie definitely saw you.

This fact, of course, only made you more miserable, and the remaining 80 or so minutes of the cheesy blockbuster comedy dragged by solemnly, every laugh from the audience feeling like a party you weren’t invited to.

By the time the credits rolled, your face felt like a swamp, your eyes swollen, and a headache was forming in the center of your forehead from screwing your face up. You knew at some point you would have to leave, but surely you could wait out the credits, as guests filed out, shuffling awkwardly past your legs and the seat in front of you, you trying to hide your shame by shoving your head into your backpack, pretending to look for something.

While you were doing so, you pulled out your phone to check your messages.

Your friend hadn’t even replied to your message asking where she was, although the little icon below the chat told you she had read it.

You sent a follow up message with shaky fingers, feeling a new wave of despair overwhelm you. It was probably a misunderstanding, you were sure, but you had been really looking forward to spending time with her, and…

You glance up when someone taps you on the shoulder.

There’s a guy in front of you, red waistcoat and black pants, crouching down so that he’s closer to your eye level.

You wipe your eyes and nose hurriedly, trying to blink down any tears about to fall. As you clear your throat so you can apologize, you notice everyone else has already left.

You curse yourself. He probably wanted you to hurry up and get out so that he could clean up.

Feeling even worse than you did before, you almost bowl him over in your rush to get up out of your seat.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he exclaims, holding his hands out in front of him, “don’t go running off, now. I was just about to offer you some free food.”

“Sorry, what?” You frown at him, but for the first time, you’ve actually looked at him properly. Under his soft brown fringe, he has big, round eyes and a soft smile. Fuck, and he’s hot too. That’s just embarrassing.

He grins up at you, then pulls himself back up to stand. He’s much taller than you, but he still seems to have a boyish charm about him. “It seemed like you missed most of the movie. I figure it’s my duty as an attendant to ensure patrons have the best moviegoing experience, and I can’t do that if they walk away without knowing a single plot point. There’s a movie starting in fifteen minutes so we can’t stay here, but if you have nowhere to be, I can take you to our staffroom and give you a recap. There’s plenty of food and drink in there, if you want.”

You sniff, a little ashamed that he’s talking to you while you still probably look like a sick goblin. “I don’t know, I don’t want to bother you, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

He places a hand between your shoulder blades, and you jump a little at the contact, but he simply puts a little pressure there and escorts you out of the row, and down the stairs to the exit. “Listen, I can’t let a pretty girl like you leave the theatre miserable. It wasn’t even a sad movie! I promise you my dramatic reenactment will be just as good, if not better, than the acting on the screen. Let’s go,” he encourages gently.

You find yourself being led by him through a staff-only entrance, to an empty, somewhat small staffroom. He makes you a hot chocolate from the stuff they have in the cupboards, and presents it to you in an old, cracked mug.

The heat radiating into your hands cheers you up enough to stop sniffling, but you still feel a little sorry for yourself.

Here this good-looking guy is, taking you in like charity, being nice when he definitely didn’t have to. He sits down next to you with his own drink, a little carton of flavored milk with a mini plastic straw, and turns to you. “By the way, my name’s Jungkook. I hope you don’t think this is weird, I just hated seeing you so upset.”

You rustle up enough energy to smile at the concerned look in his eyes. “It’s really sweet of you. I don’t deserve it, but I appreciate it. I’m Y/n, by the way,” you add, copying the intonation he used.

He nudges your shoulder playfully. “Well then, first up, there are a lot of female characters, so don’t laugh at me when I do their voices, okay?” You chuckle weakly and nod. “Let’s get started. So, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away,” he begins, and breaks off with a laugh when you give him an unimpressed look. “Okay, okay, you got me! I’ll be serious this time,” he promises.

For the next half an hour or so, he delves into all the intricacies and layers of the shitty comedy you had attended, affecting a high-pitched tone for the female characters, adding in his own theories and complaints about the plot, and providing various sound effects and facial expressions.

You find yourself feeling lighter than you have in probably months, sipping mug after mug or hot chocolate, Jungkook jumping up to dutifully refill it every time, and you thank whatever urge had compelled him to approach you exactly when you needed it most.

“And of course, Tania can’t go to the client’s dinner, because then Kyle would find out she actually stayed in the country instead of being invited to live with her fiancé (who isn’t really her fiancé) like she said she was, but at the same time, she has to go otherwise her boss is going to fire her. So, what does she do? She gets Natalie, you know, the friend with the ugly dog, to dress up like a robber and kidnap Kyle so that he misses the client dinner. Classic Tania,” he exclaims dramatically, and you giggle at the way he emphasizes it like it’s an obvious fact. “But then Natalie’s dog finally chews through his leash like he’s been trying to do the whole film, and he’s all like ruhruhruh going mental, trying to find Natalie, and he gets into the room she’s holding him in, and Kyle recognizes the dog, and then he goes to Natalie, “I know it’s you, Cabbage Girl. Now let me out of these goshdarn ropes!” So, Natalie lets him go, but she tells him everything that’s happened, and he realizes that the woman he loves is still in the city, and that she’s not actually engaged with that dickhead Brian. And then Natalie and Kyle go crash the client dinner, and he declares his love for Tania, and then they make out, but PG make out, you know? And the movie ends with the dog catching up to them and bowling over Tania and Kyle and everybody laughs and then roll credits, because that’s the piece of shit movie you paid for and didn’t watch,” he lets out an exhaustive sigh when he finishes. “You know what, it was probably a good thing you didn’t actually watch the movie. You dodged a bullet, really.”

You put your mug down on the laminated coffee table in front of you. “I really should get better taste in movies,” you offer.

He grins at you. “I beg to differ; you clearly have amazing taste in movies since this movie was so bad you bawled your eyes out for the whole runtime.” He blinks and purses his lips. “That was too soon, wasn’t it?”

You laugh at him. “It’s okay, I feel much better now.”

His smile returns, though softer this time. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes your shoulder in a brief but genuine side-hug. “I’m glad,” he answers sincerely.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, pleased that it no longer shakes and wobbles like before. “I should get going now.” You gently remove his arm from around you but hold on to his fingers when you stand up, swinging them slightly to and fro between you. “Thank you. Really, thank you.”

He nods in understanding, but his eyes glimmer cheekily. “You know, that new comedy with the chick from Bridesmaids came out yesterday, and I can assure you it’s much more worth your time. I recommend the Wednesday night showing.”

You feel yourself begin to blush, and you can’t hold back a happy grin. “Why, are you working Wednesday night?”

“On the contrary. I won’t be working, so I can sit right next to you.”

#bts au #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts oneshot #jeongguk x reader #jungkook x reader

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on-a-sundaycafe · 6 years ago

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‘Mugged’ - Werewolf!Shawn Imagine

Words: 3.5k

Pairing: Alpha!Shawn Mendes & Human!(Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Warnings: Swearing and reader being mugged

|| Masterlist in bio ||

It was a small town. An extremely small town, in the big province of Ontario. But, she had always felt at home there. She felt comfortable walking the streets and talking to both townspeople and strangers. Overall, she felt as though this town was the safest place in the world.

Yet, little did she know that it may not be that safe if one knew the secrets that were burned with the town’s history books. If one were to find out the buried truth of the little town called Brighthurst, they wouldn’t be comfortable walking the streets no matter the time of day; especially if they were a human. And human she was. Yet, she didn’t know the truth, and so that comfort she had always felt remained.

Y/N had lived in the town by the lake for all her life. She grew up beside people that would become the future of her little hometown and she knew everything about everyone. At least, she thought she did.

It was a Thursday night when her thoughts were forced to be changed. Y/N opened the door of the flower boutique to the icy weather of a November night in Brighthurst. A shiver went down her back from the dry wind that carried a promise of snow, but it didn’t stop her from walking home in the less than ideal weather. It was her thing; closing the shop at eight at night before heading home to hear the gossip from her father’s garage or how awful the clients were that day. But today, all she really wanted was a nice long bath followed by going to bed, especially in weather conditions like this.

Her hand twisted the key in the flower shop door and she turned away, wrapping her jacket closer around her body. It was a bitter night and required concentration to see through the snowy wind. Therefore, she kept her delicate eyes down, and just held herself closer; trying to stay warm. All she wanted was just to get home, have a cuppa, and head to her bath.

Her body came into contact with someone else’s. A lanky but definitely male body shape. She looked up, meeting a pair of blue eyes. Her intentions were to apologise and continue on her way home, but their intentions did not line up.

Y/N was about to open her mouth, but she was roughly grabbed by the arm and pulled into a nearby alleyway. She looked up again to see the icy, dark blue eyes, but couldn’t say anything, only watching with a pounding heart. The man held her with his arm against her throat, locking her in place and cutting off some of her air flow. He looked through her pockets, and after finding them empty, grabbed her purse.

She clicked in what was happening. She was being mugged of everything she had on her. She came to, kicking him in the shins, but that made it worse, the arm around her neck tightening. If only she could reach her phone.

The blued eyed boy was frustrated. She wasn’t making herself an easy target. He grabbed her arms and pushed her against a brick wall, the front of her body effectively restrained. Y/N took an opportunity to bite his arm that was close to her mouth. The man freaked out, pushing away, grabbing his arm and releasing her in the process.

He looked at her, clearly upset. “Fucking bitch.”

She pulled her fist back, about to punch, but something beat her to it.

A black figure punched her attacker, leaving him on the floor groaning. She looked around and the stranger came out of the darkness, pulling his hood away from his face.

“Shawn.” She mumbled, recognizing the man.

He grabbed her purse off of the alley floor and grabbed her arm gently. “Are you alright?”

Y/N nodded, feeling immediately safer.

Shawn worked with her father at the automobile shop. She was never close with him, just friendly exchanges when she visited. All she knew about him was that he had a few years on her, was part of a gang, had dropped out of high school, and lived in a house in the woods. She rarely saw him out and about.

“Come on,” he said, “I’ll take you home.”

She followed him, shock beginning to sink in her system. Shawn noticed how Y/N was being so quiet. He stopped at his jeep, Y/N still walking; head down and mind racing.

“Y/N.” She turned around to see Shawn opening the passenger side door. She climbed in while he went around to the other side. He turned the engine on and began driving back to her house. What would’ve happened if Shawn didn’t show up?

“How’d you know I was in trouble?” Shawn looked at her. He couldn’t tell her that he just knew, but he needed some excuse.

“Was in the area.” is all he said and kept his focus on the road. “What were you doing all alone in the streets at this time of night?” He started getting angry. What was she thinking?

“I was walking home like I do every night.” Shawn took a deep breath in and tried his best to calm his nerves.

“You should’ve called someone, Y/N. Your dad won’t be happy at all. And that fucking guy... fuck. I’m gonna fuck him up.”

Her facial expression changed. “Don’t, don’t do that. He’s a nobody, he was just going for my purse-” she started mumbling, but was caught off.

“No, Y/N. I know that guy, he was going to do way worse.” Shawn pulled up to her house and saw that the lights were on, “I could never imagine you in...fuck I can’t believe he had the fucking audacity to touch you. No one touches you, Y/N.” She noticed how enraged he was, hands running through his hair, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. Y/N knows she should be scared about this town’s bad boy, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.

“I am going to talk to Lisa and tell her that you can’t lock up the store anymore,” Shawn said, placing the car in park. Y/N was awfully confused and, frankly, pissed off.

She had probably spoken three or four words to this man in her life, and here he is controlling her and worrying about her. No, she had locked the store up since she was 16. One night wasn’t going to make her change her mind.

“No. No, Shawn. I just got mugged. You can’t do or say that. You don’t know me, you don’t control me. Thanks for the ride.” She opened the door to the truck and walked out to her home.

The first time he saw Y/N was a year ago when he got the job at Dean’s shop. She came in with Susanna’s burgers for the guys. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he had this urge to protect her, to love her, too... she was his mate. Ever since he had been terrified to accept it. But, ever since he had been watching over her. Little did she know that he watched her every night as she walked home from the flower boutique. He did it because he knew what was happening around the area. There was a constant war between his pack and the neighbouring pack, and if they were to get a whiff that she was his mate, fuck he didn’t know what would happen.

But that night, he let loose his alpha side. He knew that she had no idea what beasts roamed the town, but no human did and he was just lucky enough to get a human mate.

He stayed put, watching her go into her house. He had to make sure she was ok. Shawn saw the light of her room turn on and knew it was time to head home. He let loose a growl of frustration and turned his car around.

“Pack meeting!” Shawn yelled, walking into his house. It was ten o’clock at night and he had no plans of going to sleep any time soon.

“What’s up?” Brian spoke up. The living room was filled with his pack, sitting and watching the hockey game with the Toronto Maple Leaves.

“We have to rough someone up,” Shawn responded, having no interest in the game for once in his life. That caught his pack’s attention.

“Is it Jake’s pack again? Because man, I would love to fight his guys again,” Emmett said, already standing up.

“No, it some guy who attacked Y/N, but he may be part of that idiot of a leader’s pack.” That all raised suspicions. “You mean your boss’ daughter?” Geoff asked.

Shawn nodded.“No more questions. Let’s go.”

Y/N came downstairs, giving her dad a peck on his head. She looked up and saw someone she really didn’t want to see at the moment.

“Were you ever going to tell me what happened last night?” Her dad asked concern and hurt filled in his voice.

Y/N bit her lip and stared at Shawn. “Nothing happened.” She excused herself to pour a cup of coffee.

“You got attacked,” Dean raised his voice. Shawn just looked comfy leaning against the counter. “Do you know the last time something like this happened? I don’t because it never fucking happens.”

“Dad, it’s ok. Shawn was there. Everything is ok.” She tried to reason, but he wasn’t having it.

“What if Shawn wasn’t there, Y/N?”

“Dad, I am ok. Now, I’m going to work.”

Shawn followed her out the door, making her even angrier.

“Can I drive you, at least?” He asked.

She turned around, jaw clenched and hands balled at her side. “I want to ask a question, Shawn. We’ve never talked at all before, and even if we did, it was chit-chat at most. Now, why are so onto me? Why do you care about me?” She was frustrated. Why the sudden change?

“I care about you, like the rest of the town. Everyone loves you Y/N, we just want to make sure you’re ok.” He was such a fucking liar. She could just see through him.

She shook her head and nodded. “I am ok. Now, I am going to work. Goodbye, Shawn.”

He couldn’t fight her anymore. He could tell that she was confused about his actions, so he decided to keep it subtle. He needed to create a relationship with her because God, he needed her love, and he needed it bad.

Y/N walked to the shop she loved so much and saw a figure leaning against a pillar outside. She ignored him and pulled out the key from her pocket.

“Heard you roughed up one of my guys?” The blonde boy said, pushing off the pillar. He was built well, muscle on muscle, just like Shawn.

“What do you mean?” She turned around from the door of the flower shop to face him.

“Princess, one of my men attacked you last night... so I think that someone so full of fire would want revenge.”

Y/N looked at him weirdly. “No, I didn’t ‘rough up’ one of your guys. He attacked me, I bit him, and I ran.” She replied, opening the door and going in, “Now I am going to ask that you leave this shop.”

Jake smirked walking up to her and playing with a piece of hair. “I didn’t do anything wrong, princess. Now, Y/N, you and I will be seeing each other more often. But, it is true, you do smell really good.” He looked at her eyes, and his green eyes shifted, which made her freak out a bit; he winked and left. The blonde man made a shiver go down her back, but she ignored him. People came and left this town, and she shouldn’t feel alarmed by this guy. Though the last bit was just a little odd.

Y/N sat down, bringing out her notepad to start doodling when a thought occurred to her. The guy that attacked her last night was a friend of the weird blonde. The weird blonde said something about how the blue-eyed man was attacked. Shawn was talking about beating him up. And with his past of being in gangs, she wouldn't put attacking someone past him.

She pulled out her phone, still not believing that she was going to do this, and pressed his contact info. It took one ring to hear his voice, and all she said was to come by.

Shawn freaked out when he saw the phone ID of the caller. Therefore, he was there in a jiffy.

But, as he came to the door, he caught a weird scent. Jake. What was Jake doing at her store?

“Hello?” Y/N popped from the back with a box upon a box, making Shawn quickly go to help her. She smiled at him and placed the box in the corner, as did Shawn.

“Hi.” She smiled, and he smiled back; liking that she was in a good mood. Shawn followed her to the till, and she sat. He stood across her.

“I had the weirdest experience this morning.”

Shawn was worried, Jake was here. He could’ve done anything. “What happened?”

Y/N laughed, noticing instantly that he was alarmed. “This guy turned up and was questioning me. He thought I beat up the guy who attacked me last night. Funny thing is, I didn’t.”

Shawn tried to open his mouth to form words, but he didn’t know how to explain himself. “I can explain—”

“Don’t Shawn. But, this guy is probably like your rival gang or something, so he probably thought that I was your girlfriend or something. So I would know everything about you.”

Shawn got confused. “Rival gang?”

“Yes, you’re part of the gang, right? That’s what the rumours are. But like the guy was so weird. He said that I smelled good, and his eyes like shifted into something… odd. It was-”

“Y/N, I am not part of a gang. What else did Jake do?”

She sparked up. “Jake?”

“Yes, the guy. His name is Jake.”

Y/N was so confused. She didn’t even describe the guy, let alone tell him really anything.

“Shawn. Who and what is the guy?”

It was now or never, Shawn. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to explain it. “Just a group of guys I messed with wrongly.” There, another lie coming from his pretty lips.

Y/N nodded but was very confused. He truly was an awful liar.

“I may be going crazy, but I gave you a chance. A chance to be honest. You are the biggest liar I know.” She spat, and turned around, opening the box that she had carried in originally.

Shawn ran his hands through his hair. What was he supposed to do right now? Y/N stood up, grabbing the vase from the box and placing it on the shelf. Shawn walked up to her. It was now or never.

Y/N turned around and was faced with a very messy haired, stressed werewolf. Shawn took a deep breath and licked his lips, and looked to the side and back.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled and grabbed her cheeks, gently, and smashed his lips into hers.

At first, Y/N was confused; you couldn’t blame her. But, a kiss was a kiss. Therefore their lips started to work together. Fireworks were shared between them. Shawn pulled away first, looking into the eyes of the girl he loved so much.

“I love you.” He blurted and stayed still.

“What?”

Shawn looked at her at lost eyes. He couldn’t believe what he just did.

Therefore, Shawn did what he did best. He ran out, and he ran out fast. He couldn’t believe it. The alpha in him shattered and he was left nervous and embarrassed.

Y/N was more confused at the situation. He couldn't drop that bomb after almost 24 hours since they even began talking. She was in need of answers, and she knew where to start.

Her father’s office was always open, so it was easy to get access to Shawn’s file. She just needed the address to his home, and once coming upon it, she was ready for some answers.

Was it really worth it? So far, she’d been walking in the woods for half an hour and she had no idea if she was close or not. But, she was stubborn, and she wanted the answers for his abnormal behaviour. It took a few more minutes before she came into view of a house and a car that resembled Shawn’s extremely. Maybe it was all really worth it.

Y/N went up to the door of the big house and knocked. She was so fucking persistent. It didn’t take long until someone opened the door. A ginger came into view.

“Is Shawn home?” She asked, and the man nodded his head and called out for his alpha.

“Y/N?” The other boy left and Shawn came from around the corner. Y/N stepped in and closed the door.

“What the fuck was that at the flower store?”

Shawn was lost of words and just pinched his forehead. “I am sticking with my word,” he mumbled, Y/N nodded her head, “Look, honey, this isn’t the best time at the moment.”

Y/N ignored him and looked to the right. Her eyes widened and her expression unreadable, Shawn followed her gaze.

“What the fuck is that?”

Shawn swallowed and try to place his words together. “That’s a wolf.” He had decided to be honest.

“Why is there a wolf on your kitchen counter?” Shawn looked at her and walked up to her. He grabbed her hands and held them, “Come upstairs and I will explain everything to you, and you can ask every goddamn question that comes to your pretty mind.” He placed his finger on her cheek and brought their lips together.

“Ok.” She said.

Y/N sat on Shawn’s bed, watching Shawn pace. She decided not to pressure him into anything.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, stopping in front of her. Y/N nodded, and he took a deep breath.

“That was Geoff on the counter.” He sat next to her, grabbing her hands. Y/N gave a puzzled look.

“This town has two packs you could say…” she nodded, following, “two packs of werewolves.” at that, her expression changed, “Geoff got in a fight with Jake’s pack, and he was injured. Too injured to turn back.”

“Wait, so you’re saying that this town is filled with werewolves?” Shawn nodded, waiting for clear expression. Y/N just furrowed her eyebrows and tried to place the puzzle pieces together, “Ok, go on.”

“I’m part of a pack. Jake is part of the rival pack.”

“You’re a werewolf?” He nodded, “I don’t know why I believe you, but that makes sense.” Shawn looked confused.

“And why does that make sense?”

“You seem like a type of guy to be a werewolf, you’re controlling, constantly hot, and anyway, keep going.”

He laughed, he didn’t expect that reaction.

“So, there are three types of werewolves, alpha, beta, and omega. I am an alpha. I run this pack. The rest of my pack are all betas.”

So he went on. He explained what each type meant and how it connects with other types. He explained how he and Jake had been fighting before they were born, a pack fight that had gone on for generations. So, it didn’t matter to resolve it because his pack is too stubborn to join.

“We have a thing called mates. It is like soulmates, but with wolves.” She nodded, not knowing what else to get from, “What I am trying to say, honey, is that you’re my mate.” Now she is getting creeped out, “Are you ok? I can hear your heartbeat and it is going up quite fast.”

Y/N tried to comprehend it, but she didn’t know how “I am your mate? Shawn, we’ve kissed twice. We aren’t official.”

“I know, and if you want space, I totally-”

“Shawn, I have always felt this connection to you. But, it does explain why you are so protective over me.”

“Us being mates, Y/N, it was how I knew you were in trouble last night.” That explains everything.

She looked up to him, hooking her arms around his neck, and pulling their lips together. For some odd reason, she was happy.

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baby just say yes | s.m. one shot

a/n: here’s a cute little one shot, nothing related to the post i made yesterday. just some fun!

Taylor Swift wasn’t like your idol or anything; she was pretty bad ass though. And you were a sucker for a good concert. So coming to Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour with your best friend wasn’t exactly a chore for you. Cassy was the true T Swift fan and was, rightfully so, in the middle what she would no doubt call the best night of her life tomorrow morning.

Going to a Taylor Swift concert was never a bad decision, if you catch the drift. She just knew how to perform. She had quite possibly some of the best visuals you’ve ever seen in a live concert, and it was hard not to feel completely engrossed with her and her stage presence. Which is why Cassy hadn’t as much as looked over at you in the 45 minutes that Taylor had been on stage. Her eyes were glued to the singer like her life depended on it. You weren’t much better yourself though. Lights were flashing everywhere, fireworks shot into the sky. And frankly, you felt a little disoriented in the best possible way.

Taylor was singing a shortened version of Style currently, before she finished it out.

“Would you please make some noise for my band!” She screamed, throwing her hands into the air where her band began making their way onto the stage with her.

The tell tale notes of Love Story began playing, and it was suddenly 2008 again. And you were suddenly a middle schooler again, playing on your sidekick phone, listening to your iPod nano.

Despite being eleven years old, this song still had you (and let’s be real, everyone in the stadium) rocking out like you were listening to the greatest hits album of a class rock band. As the chorus of the song came around, it felt like the stadium was literally shaking. Everyone around you was jumping, including yourself. Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone. You and Cassy turned to look at each other, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs. I’ll be waiting. All we have to do is run. You’ll be the prince. And I’ll be the princess. It’s a love story, baby just say yes. The energy was unlike anything you’ve ever witness before, and the crowd settled just a bit as the second verse came around.

Taylor was on stage going to town with her band, jamming out just as hard as we were. You could tell, it didn’t matter that the song was so old. She wasn’t tired of it. It were her own words, and she was proud of them.

The second chorus came back through, and the crowd upped the ante. Flashing lights were everywhere, and it felt like you couldn’t even see straight. You screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs, not caring who heard you. You flipped your hair a bit dramatically just for the hell of it and you were having the time of your life. It wasn’t until half way through the chorus that you noticed the guy next you slowly creeping closer to you, completely unaware of his own surroundings. He was just up and down, pumping his arms in the air with a beer in his hand. He was faced away from you, and you figured it wasn’t a big deal. He was clearly just enjoying the song as much as you were. Romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it’s so real. Don’t be afraid we’ll make it out of this mess it’s a —

You felt a elbow jam into your ribcage completely unexpectedly and your breath shot out in a sharp yell.

“Fuck!” You heard the boy say as he swung around to see you.

You let out a breath for completely different reasons. He was beautiful. Like, a greek god sculpture beautiful. He had these perfectly smooth brown curls and rosy cheeks. His eyes were so kind. He grabbed onto your forearm to steady you. He had fucking gigantic hands.

“I’m so sorry!” He shouted at me, leaning in closer to make sure I heard him.

You nodded stupidly for a moment before coming to your senses, “It’s okay, yeah. No problem.”

It felt like a little bit of a problem, considering your rib cage was throbbing, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I should really be more careful!”

You smiled at his second apology, “We’re just all trying to have fun. No harm,” you shrugged it off.

He smiled at your, finally letting go of your arm. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll buy you a drink.” He was still shouting, even though the song had just gone into the quiet bridge, causing Cassy to look over at you in concern.

“It’s really not a problem,” you smiled at him.

“Please,” he asked, quieter this time. His smile was absolutely blinding and you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him again.

“Well, okay…” You trailed off as he turned away from you.

You expected him to leave to go get a drink. But he only took a few steps away from you, speaking a few words to a tall man in a black shirt. The man nodded before he turned and went in the opposite direction of the stadium’s concessions area. It was weird, but you decided to turn your attention back to Taylor on stage who had just shifted to the song You Belong with Me. You looked at Cassy, who was still staring at you. You just shrugged before you both when back to singing the lyrics along with Taylor.

“Let me see you jump!” Taylor shouted, and again the stadium erupted.

Soon after, the song finished out, screams filling the entire stadium so it was impossible to hear. The lights fell dark, and the stadium full of people quickly went silent. A eerily dark video of Taylor playing remixed clips of old songs began to play in front of you, and you knew something big was about to happen. Next to you Cassy was literally vibrating from excitement. The video ended as Taylor dramatically took her place on a throne, looking like a mother fucking badass queen and she winked, just as the beginning of Look What You Made Me Do came to life.

You felt a hand reach onto your lower back, and you quickly looked over to your friend with spastic elbow, smiling lightly. He handed you a Corona, which you thanked him for before you both returned to looking at Taylor. As the lights came up, and Taylor came through the floor of the stage. The boy dropped his hand from your side, but didn’t make any move to step further away from you.

Deciding to ignore the obvious move to stand closer to you, you simply sipped on the beer and continued to enjoy yourself.

It surprised you every time the boy got hyped up for certain lyrics. Throughout the concert, it was clear that he knew most, if not all, of the lyrics to her songs. He wasn’t drug along to this concert against his will, but was certainly here for his own enjoyment.

“Look at the stage, you’re gonna miss it!” Shawn shouted to one of his friends, right before a giant fucking snack crept in behind Taylor.

“Oh, god, Brian!” He shouted at one point to his friend, “I love when she does this! Watch! Watch! Watch what she’s about to do. God it’s so fucking epic!”

“Listen to the note change, ugh.”

It was odd, he somehow knew what was going to happen before it happened. Like he’d seen it before, but not just once. Like he had to know...more.

About half way into the concert, your curiosity had peaked. He still stood close to you, and you were close enough to touch. You lightly bumped your shoulder against his, and he looked over at you with that blinding smile. He bent down a bit so that he could hear you when you said, “How do you know everything that’s about to happen?”

He looked at you confused for a moment before realization seemed to set in.

“You’ve seen her before, I’m assuming?” You questioned again.

He laughed at that, his head falling back, and hand coming to his chest. “Try over thirty times.”

You eyes blew wide, “What? How is that even possible?”

Shawn laughed again, “I opened for her 1989 tour, hun.”

You stared at him, and then looked back at Taylor. Then you looked over at Cassy, who was completely unaware of these proceedings. Surely she would have recognized a famous person standing next to them, right? She was always up on the latest celeb gossip and stuff. That was her scene, not yours. You turned back to Taylor who was now standing in a beautiful black dress singing a song called Dress. Finally you looked back at him.

“You’re shitting me right?”

His eyes gleamed, “No, I swear to god.”

“Who are you?” You finally asked.

“Shawn Mendes,” he reached out his hand to shake yours. You slowly reached out, in complete shock.

You didn’t know who Shawn Mendes was, if you’re being honest. Not based off pure facial and name recognition, but maybe you’d heard his songs before in passing?

“Nice to meet you,” Shawn said sweetly. “What’s your name?”

You told him your name, still completely lost for words.

“So, you like...sing?”

He just nodded, beaming with pride.

You turned to Cassy, tapping her. She looked at you, and you leaned over to her. “Do you know this guy?” You kind of shouted at her over the music.

Cassy leaned past you to look at Shawn. She smiled and waved before turning back, “Yeah dude, that’s Shawn Mendes.”

You’d never seen Cassy so calm in her entire life. She was feet away from a celebrity and couldn’t care less. It was so out of character for her, but you figured she must have been more interested in seeing Taylor Swift sing than care about some boy singer standing next to you.

You turned back to Shawn, “Guess I’m the only person who had no fucking clue who you are.”

“That’s okay,” Shawn smiled. “I’m nobody special.”

You highly doubted that just based off what little interaction you’d had with him, but you let it slide anyway. Returning your focus to Taylor, you did your best to forget about the utterly gorgeous famous man standing next to you. Shawn, however, seemed to be doing the exact opposite. Instead of saying things to his friends, he now spoke to you randomly. Saying cute comments about something Taylor did on stage to you. His arm was pressed fully against your own, and his heat radiated off of you. People jumped and screamed around you, but the two of you stood still. Connected in some odd way.

“Oh, this is a good song!” You told Shawn as Taylor started singing This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.

“Oh yeah, and she totally kills the stage aspect of it too. It’s absolutely epic.”

And he was right. Taylor completely destroy the stage for the last song of the concert. It was the perfect energy to go out on. Shawn, standing next to you, was singing along with Taylor, his head bobbing up and down. You took the moment to just look and admire him. His jawline and rosy cheeks. The cute hoop earring that you’re just noticing in his left ear. He was a site to see, and his voice was heavenly. So you understood why he must have fans.

Shawn eventually turned to you, smiling when he saw you looking at him. You quickly looked back towards the stage, hoping it wasn’t as obvious as it seemed like it was. He bumped your shoulder lightly, chuckling as he did. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you. You could feel the smile across your face, and frankly your cheeks were starting to ache.

“You know, I’m glad I elbowed you earlier,” Shawn laughed.

You laughed with him before responding, “Well it hurt, so I mean...maybe next time just say hi?”

Shawn nodded, “I can do that.”

Taylor finished her show only minutes later, and you started to feel a sinking feeling in her stomach. A tightening in your chest formed, thinking about how this was the end. The end of a concert always sucked, and post concert depression was always sure to follow. In the moments after such a huge high, a rush of excitement and adrenaline, the low point sucked. But you were thinking about a different end. The end of a night spent with the boy standing next to you. Who still had moved, despite people hustling out of the concert quickly trying to get out before the rush of cars. Cassy was crying next to you and you and Shawn stood completely still for a moment, before he finally turned to you.

“It was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m really sorry for elbowing you,” He smiled shyly. He paused for a moment, tugging at a few of his curls. “Uh, would you? Could I maybe, give you my number?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken as you smiled at him, “Yeah. I’d really love that.”

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Best of Marvel: Week of July 24th, 2019

Best of this Week: House of X #1 - Jonathan Hickman, Pepe Larraz, Marte Gracia and Clayton Cowles

“You have new Gods now.” - Erik Lehnsherr, 2019

The new era of X-Men is here and for all of its familiarity, it does something new and sort of unsettling with a tried and true formula. This is thanks to the beauty and scale of Larraz’s art and the far and wide nature with which Jonathan Hickman is crafting yet another saga to rival both his SHIELD and Avengers runs. If you let it, House of X will engulf you in a rich new mutant world filled with happiness and untold amounts of pride by it end, but also with a good helping of fear… as if everything is just a little bit off.

The book begins with a great wide shot of a figure staring up at what appears to be the root of or at least some important part of a tree. Two other figures, a woman with red hair and a man with glowing eyes, are birthed from two sacs under the tree and we get the familiar line, “To me, my X-Men. Presumably, this is Charles Xavier and as we progress, this idea is made clear as it seems we are doing away with the “X” identity he took up during Astonishing X-Men (2018). This also serves as some clear symbolism of a new rebirth for the X-Men.

Over the next few panels, we are shown shots of various X-Men planting flowers, plucked from the island of Krakoa, in various areas from their home in Westchester, New York to Mars, the moon and the Savage Land. The book is then framed around Magneto and two of the Stepford Cuckoos giving ambassadors from various countries a tour of the various locales that Krakoa has been placed upon as they ponder Charles’ proposed deal. This deal would allow them to make use of the flowers of Krakoa for various medicinal purposes, possibly making the world a much better place, so long as they agree to recognizing the sovereignty of the Krakoa nation state. A new Haven for Mutantkind.

Of course there have been such efforts made in the past. Genosha, the first and most prominently mentioned example, is alluded to have been the catalyst for humankind not being taken over by the mutant X gene. Mutantkind apparently would have become the dominant race on the planet Earth within ten years if not for Genosha’s destruction. Asteroid M and Utopia weren’t mentioned, but my guess is that they simply weren’t as impactful in regard to mutant kind likely because of the events of House of M (2005) dwindling their numbers to nothing. As it stands now, after the implementation of Krakoa spiking the birth rates to much higher than previously calculated, that humanity has about 20 years left.

These estimations are made by a brand new organization known as The Orchis Protocol, a network built for the purpose of monitoring evolutionary anomalies and preparing a doomsday protocol in case humanity is threatened by Homo Superior. The organization apparently consists of ex assets from practically all major organizations in the Marvel Universe from AIM, SHIELD and Hydra to even Hammer, Alpha Flight and SWORD. Some of Larraz’s best shots are in the scenes where we’re introduced to this mysterious group. They pilot a ship towards the sun and we get a good shot of the outside of a portion of their space station as they dock their ship.

Karima, an Omega Sentinel character that hasn’t been seen since sometime after Second Coming (2010) accompanies an Orchis higher up as they talk about the state of absolutely giant station so close to the sun. We get a bit of a tour before we get the best and most ominous shot of the full station. It appears to be the head of MASTER MOLD surrounded by hexagonal plates, the most terrifying shape in all of fiction. Master Mold hasn’t been really seen since about 1994, and again in 2010 because of universe jump in Second Coming. Master Mold was one of the X-Men’s most dangerous threats for it ability to produce sentinels at a rapid rate, so there’s no way that this can mean anything good.

Cutting back to New York, Mystique, Sabretooth and Toad are stealing information from the Damage Control Database. Mystique and Toad manage to get away, but Creed is captured by Invisible Woman and the rest of the Fantastic Four. Scott Summers shows up to remind them of the amnesty that’s apparently been granted to mutants, including thieves and possible killers like Sabretooth. Scott and, normally even tempered, Reed butt heads a little bit as Reed has a problem with Sabretooth getting away with his crimes and Scott acquiesces, seeing that Reed is serious. Scott does leave them with one sick burn as he tells Reed and Sue that Franklin has actual family on Krakoa when he’s ready.

What I love best about this scene is just how smug Reed is about all of this. For years, mutants have tried to stay out of the affairs of the greater Superhero world out of fear for their reputations. The shoe is on the other foot now that they have all of the leverage and the power that they so deserve. Even more awesomely, Scott’s new costume is a fantastic design combining the best of his Astonishing costume with the angular design of his Uncanny X-Men costume, minus the X mask, with blue lines instead of red.

Speaking of colors, Marte Garcia excelled in this regard. There’s so much symbolism to be gleaned from something as simple as a color change. Cyclops wore that suit in a red hue when he was a violent radical; having it recolored blue gives off the hint that he’s still a radical, but in the way that he dealt with the situation between Reed, he’s more hands off, non-violent even. Magneto normally wears red and purple when he’s angry and evil and gray during the AXIS (2015) era and that alluded to his anti-hero nature during that time. This go around he’s wearing white. He’s also peaceful, but at the same time he’s as graceful and imposing as he always has been, never betraying the idea that he is still the same man, but won’t harm anyone as long as they respect mutants. The most glaring example is the change in color from the AIM scientists where they’re wearing red instead of yellow.

In between each different scene we’re given these little interludes in the form of documents called Xavier files. These give some background on the new elements introduced in the book and the best one is the Omega Level file. There have been hundreds of mutants introduced over the years, many of which could have been considered Omega Level mutants, but thanks to Hickman’s expert writing, things have been parsed down to just fourteen. On Twitter, he stated that the X-Men lore was nothing but chaos, so he wrote a 14,000 word memo on what the new status quo would be, including limiting the use of the term “Omega Level.” This undoubtedly helps to establish something of a power structure given the high number of mutants that are known about while also acknowledging other heroes. Notably, while Forge is a master of technopathy, his level has been surpassed by humans in the past, but Magneto is the only master of Magnetism.

I want to bring things back to the tour. After it is over, several of the ambassadors agree to support Xavier. Russia’s ambassador never had intentions too, neither did one of the representatives of STRIKE as he was simply assigned to watch another ambassador. The last ambassador had a weapon hidden and Magneto immediately dismantles it and promises to each of them that things will be different. He wants them to tell their superiors that while Charles made the offer out of grace and love, it is NOT a negotiation.

Magneto takes pride in this. So much so that his assurance and steadfastness in his stance is powerful. It moved me. He tells them to be grateful for the bounty they’re receiving out of graciousness as mutants, like Thanos, are inevitable. It’s like he can actually see a future, one not shrouded in darkness for mutants and he’s smiling because he knows it’s coming.

This is one of the more interesting aspects of the book. Charles Xavier had always wanted to coexist with humanity, but after years of divisions and attacks, he seems to mostly be done with that. He’s willing to give humanity Krakoa’s flowers to make pills that will help them as long as they leave mutants alone. He’s effectively made something that will definitely topple the pharmaceutical market and he has to know that humanity would start to get very afraid. Not only that, but Krakoa has the ability to create portals that can move mutants from place to place without humans being able to track where they’re going. Of course the ambassadors are afraid of the use they could have as far as movement and positioning in case things went to war, but Magneto assures them that it is only them that wants war.

Everything seems perfect. Everything seems like it’s going to be alright, but that helmet… something about that helmet and the bodysuit reminds me of The Maker, another Jonathan Hickman creation from his turn on The Ultimates. It scares me and I needed that, I needed something to keep me hooked and the fear that everything is not as it seems is just that.

House of X hit the ground running. While it does little to acknowledge the fantastic Uncanny X-Men run from Matthew Rosenberg, that’s probably for the best. Jonathan Hickman does his best work when he has a fresh slate. He took over Avengers from Brian Michael Bendis and made an amazing story over the course of nearly four years. He reinvigorated SHIELD and the Fantastic Four with innovative stories that had nothing to do with the books prior to them. Hell, the reverberations of his runs on each of these are still being felt to this day.

Pepe Larraz was possibly the absolute best artist to capture Hickman’s vision for this project. His high angles and wide shots give credence to the size of the story. His facial expressions give into the idea that mutants have won this time, there’s hope where previously there was none. Body language surprisingly upbeat, bouncy even. There’s a lot to say about symbolism in terms of sun positioning in many scenes. The book has many showing the sun rising, symbolically showing a rise for the mutants. I see Orchis base near the sun as an allegory for Icarus flying too close to it. As the book ends with a sunset over Jerusalem, I see things as the sun setting on the time of humanity.

X-Men and their vast history is absolutely ripe for fine tuning if not complete destruction only for it to be made bigger and better in the years to come. I have no idea where this story is going and with 80,000 spin-offs incoming with a bunch of different creative teams, there will absolutely be something for everyone. In an attempt to revitalize a part of the world that used to sell like gangbusters, Jonathan Hickman is gearing up to shoot the X-Men right back up to the moon and light the world on fire behind them.

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Starfish

yllwtaxi said: Hello! I was wondering if you could write a queen x reader when her and the boys have a fun day at the beach or pool? (The reader might lowkey like Brian tho...) You can add as much as you would like! That would be terrific thank you! ;)

a/n: im so GLAD to be writing brian again i am such a s**t for brian may god damn it. also i LOVE YOUR TUMBLR i lowkey stalked it sorry secrets out

“Where are we again?” Roger asked, peering out the window as the car pulled up near Newport Beach. He groaned as he recognized the popular beach spot, and turned to you. “It’s going to be so crowded, Y/N! This is shit, I wanted to relax!”

“Trust me, we’re not going there,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as you signaled for the driver to go a little bit further, down a residential street. Once he’d gone far enough, you thanked him and climbed out, starting to grab things from the trunk as the two identical cars behind you pulled up and stopped. Freddie, Deacon, Brian, and a couple crew members piled out of those ones while Roger and Ratty crawl out of the car after you.

Once everyone had wandered over in your general direction near the entrance of the walkway. You waited for everyone to somewhat pay attention, then whistled to really get everyone’s attention. Roger cursed you out loud for doing it right next to his ear, which made Brian laugh and got them into a small scuffle for a second.

“Boys, if you’re going to fight, at least wait until you can drown each other down there,” you teased, Brian reluctantly giving up and Roger fixing his sunglasses as he huffed. “Listen, this is called Little Corona. There’s usually no one here except for locals, so we might get a couple of weird looks, but you’ll be avoiding the crowds, so…. sacrifices will be made.”

“You make it sound like a bloody battle we’re going into,” Freddie interjected, Roger rolling his eyes at the sentiment.

“Well, with Y/N as captain, I think we can manage,” Brian added, looking at you with a bright smile and making you smile wide as your heart fluttered at the compliment just a tiny bit. With a nod, you started leading everyone down to the beach, Freddie complaining about almost falling ‘arse over tits’ every five seconds. As soon as you got to the small, secluded beach, you saw that there were hardly any people there. A group of kids probably skipping school was off at the opposite end, and that was it except for two individuals also near the far end.

So, you opted for the right end, near a small little cave, and everyone settled in/put sunscreen on. Freddie opted for sunbathing while Deacon and Roger went to test out the water. Brian was about to, but he suddenly got hesitant and stayed nearby instead.

“Afraid of the water, Bri?” you teased as he returned to help you and Ratty set up the chairs for everyone.

He chuckled nervously, grinning as Ratty gave him a friendly pat on the back before coming over to toss his arm casually over your shoulder. “It’s alright, Brian,” Ratty said, mock empathy in his voice. “You can just tell ol’ Y/N here you only pick on people your own size,” he added, clearly referring to the height difference between him and the rest of the band. Brian gave him a good-natured shove and told him to fuck off, which Ratty did as he went in search of the best vantage point for the pictures he was always taking.

“To be completely honest,” Brian admitted, unfolding and placing the last chair, “I was more afraid that Roger would actually drown me like you said. There’s no telling with him.”

“He would do it,” Freddie agreed, shielding his eyes as he looked out at Roger and Deacon, who were going farther out into the tide pools. “He wouldn’t even think twice about it.”

You gave Freddie a look, then grabbed a towel and walked over to Brian, holding it out for him. “If Rog drowns you, he already knows he’s got me to answer to.” He took the towel, giving you a thankful smile before laying it down on the chair between you and Freddie. “Also, the tide pools are fun. You’ll get to see lots of cool little creatures out there.” You had to add that last part, knowing that appealing to Brian’s love for nature could easily sway him back towards going out there.

He raised an eyebrow, then sighed melodramatically. “You know me too well,” he teasingly grumbled, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before jogging out to join the rest of the crew.

You assumed safely that the kiss was friendly, but you still touched your cheek with your fingertips quickly before retreating to your chair, content to be in Freddie’s presence for the moment.

“My god, Y/N, are you already sunburnt or do you just have it that bad for each other?” Freddie teased, lifting his sunglasses to look at you and smiling cheekily.

“Oh, fuck off and die, Fred,” you groaned, hiding your face with your towel as he laughed at you. “You’re just doing this to make me miserable.”

Freddie snatched the towel from your face, laying it in your lap as he continued chuckling at your embarrassment. “What fun would life be without me here to torture you?”

You chose not to answer, sticking your tongue out at him instead before leaning over to grab a beer from the cooler. You tossed Freddie one, then both of you sat back to watch the boys wade around in the water.

You continued the conversation, finally, after tiring of watching the boys. “Do you think Bri really does fancy me? God, I feel like a child asking that, but he hasn’t even asked me on a date or anything and I’ve been waiting ages.”

“Sweetheart, I promise you Brian practically aches for you.” You made a face at his choice of words, and he laughed at your sudden repulsion. “Don’t like that? What is it, too skinny, too tall? Are you intimidated that I keep saying he has a big cock on stage?”

“No, no,” you shut him down quickly, pulling your sunglasses down over your eyes as you laughed at Freddie’s lack of a filter. “I just don’t know if hearing he aches for me is what I had in mind with this conversation’s direction.”

“You asked for it, dear,” Freddie replied simply, raising his sunglasses and winking at you before going back to his original position.

The afternoon sun had you drifting off into sleep around an hour or two in, but a sudden shriek from Roger startled you out of your rest and you sat up quickly, almost knocking your beer over in the process.

He seemed to be fine, just a bit upset at how far Brian and Deacon were doubled over in laughter. Shaking your head, you settled back into your chair and looked over at Freddie, who simply shrugged and returned to relaxing.

Almost stomping out of the water, Roger came back up to the chairs and flopped down into the one to your right, grabbing a towel and drying off a bit as he stayed silent. After a moment, you couldn’t resist.

“What had you so worked up, Rog? I thought you were genuinely dying,” you asked, looking over at him with genuine concern on your face.

At first, he didn’t answer you, just staring ahead with the same upset facial expression he’d had in the water. But then, he finally muttered a response. “Brian and Deacy grabbed seaweed and touched my leg with it when I wasn’t looking.” Freddie laughed loudly, and you had to hold back a laugh as you reached over and pushed Fred’s shoulder to make him shut up.

“I’m sorry, Rog, I’ll give ‘em hell for bullying you,” you said as you turned to face him, tossing him a beer from the cooler. You saw Deacon, Brian, and Ratty all coming up out of the water, so you put on your best mean face and crossed your arms. “Boys, what have we said about picking on kids your own size?” you admonished, Brian looking half-guilty, half-amused as Deacon and Ratty just laughed and taunted Roger.

“Sorry, mother,” Deacon joked, coming over to grab a beer before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and shaking his hair out so that he showered you with ocean water. “Won’t happen again.”

“I should take you down for that, but I’ll be nice today,” you warned, tossing him a towel. He feigned fear and backed off, retreating to his own chair while Brian sat down on your left and started drying his hair. “You know, for being deathly afraid that Rog would drown you, that was pretty gutsy,” you noted, Brian looking over at you and smiling guiltily.

“Deacy’s idea. I was just there for the ride,” he said, lacing his voice with innocence as he continued drying his hair.

Roger protested immediately, shutting down that idea. “No way, you were the bloody mastermind behind it all! There’s no way Deacy thought of something as evil as that.” Deacon looked up, a mildly offended look crossing his face, but it disappeared as fast as it appeared. Nodding in apparent agreement, he went back to what he was doing and left it alone, avoiding the tiff.

“I am being falsely accused of delinquency and I can’t believe you’re all sitting by and letting him do this,” Brian argued, looking around at you all and trying to look as innocent as possible. You were unmoved, however, and just raised an eyebrow before handing him a drink and standing up. “Where you going?” he inquired, watching you as you finished the last of your beer and put the can back in the cooler.

“Ratty, I want to see who can build a better sandcastle,” you challenged, turning to him as he was drying off a bit. He scoffed at the thought.

“Obviously me.”

“Then show me what you got,” you challenged again, raising an eyebrow and nodding towards the water. He accepted the challenge, both of you heading down towards the water and setting down near it so you could use the more pliant sand. You immediately started building, while Ratty had some troubles getting started, and when you said you were done, you looked over to see that he’d only gotten three piles of sand lined up and put a leaf on top of one of them.

“It’s still a work in progress,” he almost whined. “Give me five more minutes!”

Five minutes later, Brian ambled over to you two and crouched down to inspect the castles, nodding appreciatively at yours. Meanwhile, Ratty had managed to make it one big pile of sand surrounded by three smaller piles, with a leaf flag and a moat.

“Whose is better?” you asked, grinning at Brian, who was currently checking out Ratty’s poor attempt at architecture. Brian, looking over at you, chuckled and shook his head before standing back up again.

“Is that even a question?” he asked, Ratty grumbling about unfair odds before going to wash his hands off in the water. “I mean, Ratty’s is creative and all with the flag, but yours actually resembles something close to a castle and not a.... a giant turd.” To that, Ratty yelled out a few choice curses against Brian, and you laughed at the mock insult on his face. He came over and held out a hand, helping you up from where you were sitting and nodding towards the water while keeping ahold of your hand. “Fancy a swim? Saw a really cool starfish out there earlier.”

“Sounds tempting, I’m in,” you replied, smiling as he began to lead you towards the water where he’d seen the starfish. He kept a gentle but firm grip on your hand so he wouldn’t lose you as you got farther into the water, and you spotted Ratty on your way in, who only wiggled his eyebrows at you two before Freddie called for him.

“It was right over by these rocks,” he mused, mainly to himself. You were noticing that you were getting far enough out to where you couldn’t touch, so you stopped and tugged on his hand to let him know.

“Hi, I’m short if you haven’t noticed.”

Brian turned around to look at you and laughed, then turned back around and looked over his shoulder at you. “Hop on!”

You hesitated, then loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your legs around his waist. He kept wading towards the rock, a bit slower now that he had you on his back, but he got there eventually and started searching around. While he searched in water that was still roughly at his chest, you rested your chin on top of his head and watched quietly, just enjoying the moment. You’d never been this cuddly with Brian before, and it was making your heart do flips.

“Y’know, I actually brought you out here so I could talk to you alone without all of the morons around,” Brian admitted, still searching for the starfish. “Though, the starfish wasn’t a fib. It was…. incentive, I suppose?”

You blushed lightly, watching as his hands traced along the rock. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to ask you on an official-unofficial date tonight,” he replied quietly, almost afraid of his own voice. “Obviously we’ve still got all of tonight to mess around before we go to Inglewood tomorrow, and I wanted you to show me around this place a bit more. Fred talked me into it while I was up on the beach there, I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit now but the tour kind of… complicates things.” You were quiet, letting him ramble, and the pause after he finished made him nervous, so he continued. “If you don’t want to skive off early to go around the city and just want to stay in together, that’s fine with me too. I just wanted to-“

“I suppose I could take some time out of my horribly busy schedule to show you around,” you said, a playful undertone lacing your voice. You could feel Brian’s shoulders shake as he laughed softly at your attitude, and you grinned widely. “Now find this starfish before I change my mind, Bri.”

#queen imagine #queen x reader #although its mainly #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #freddie mercury imagine #john deacon imagine #roger taylor imagine #ratty is in here too hes funny

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Eyes That Know Me (Roger Taylor x Reader) Part 3

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A/N: Wey hey there! I am SO proud of this part, and it’s quite lengthy so I hope this is enjoyed. I had so much fun writing this, and all I can say is, for the ending...I’m sorry :) You can also find Parts One and Two here

Warnings: mild swearing

Roger had left you at your hotel room and as soon as you shut your door, he let out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He ran his fingers through his long and tangled hair and headed for the elevator. He looked back at your door one more time, and smiled softly and pressed up on the elevator pad He walked into it, and waited for it to close. As he waited, he thought back on the night’s events with you, particularly the elevator ride. Like when he put his hand on your back, how your body relaxed, your posture loosening up from the tight position you often stood in. Or how your cheeks, however slightly, became full of the slightest red color, implying that you were blushing, no matter how many times you would have denied it. Roger has only seen you blush a handful of times, most of the times it was admittedly his doing. It was always something you tried SO hard to hide, but tonight you didn’t. In fact you let it happen naturally that you didn’t bother to let it bother you. He chuckled at that thought and then his thoughts went to how right it felt standing in that position with you. How it was almost like you were molded for him, how his hand fit perfectly and how he wanted desperately to do it again. It was such a little action and movement, but he would give anything to do it again. As the elevator got off on his floor, he walked off and walked to his room. He reached into his pocket for his room key and quickly unlocked it, scurrying inside his room. He went to do the familiar action of dropping his jacket on the small couch seated in his room (perks of getting the nicest rooms in the building), until he realized he wasn’t wearing it. He remembered that he had given it to you to wear on the walk from the pub and you had most likely forgotten to return it. Roger smiled wide remembering the image of you wearing it. It wasn’t overly big on you, it hugged you the right way. It fell just the right length on you. He had quite liked the picture of you wearing his clothes, even if it was something as simple and unattachable as a jacket.

As he sat down on the bed, he let his thoughts run to the idea of what you would look like wearing his actual clothes. One of his favorite t-shirts maybe? He then smirked at the image of you wearing one of his simple button downs with slightly messed up hair and the just woken up morning glow he’s seen on you so many times. Except this time you would wake up with him, in his bed, in his arms. He let out a small sigh imagining what could be. He let his imagination run wild with thoughts of you until he abruptly sat up.

“No.” he said aloud. Why no? Why couldn’t he let himself think about you like that. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about you like that to begin with, but he couldn’t. Roger couldn’t allow himself- no, wouldn’t allow himself to have any other feelings for you except platonic. He had such a special relationship with you. You meant so much to him, hell you meant the world to him. The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you, and with his relationship (if you could call it that) track record, that’s exactly what would end up happening. Roger absolutely could not lose you, so if that meant denying any possible developing feelings he might have for you, so be it.

“It’s not like she feels the same anyway.” he said out loud again. You couldn’t possibly harbor anything besides platonic feelings for him anyway, you weren’t an idiot and he would’ve picked up on changed. You’re one person he knows like the back of his hand. You were his person, the one person he has always been 100% honest and open with, and didn’t have to put on a front, especially one he puts on in public, and he wasn’t going to throw that intimate relationship away on the merit of feelings that he might have that are more than friendship for you. He wasn’t even sure anyway. He would have to push it away and think about that more tomorrow. It was rather late and he needed to rest for the band’s first concert tomorrow night, and all he was thinking about was you anyway and he needed to attempt to stop that. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into his hotel bed groaning. He doesn’t know exactly what he was feeling, and one of the many things Roger hates, is not knowing. There was something, however that he did know for sure. He had to see you tomorrow before the concert.

You woke up groaning. You looked over at the clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, and saw that it read half past seven in the morning, so you sat up and stretched. You ran your fingers through your greasy hair, knowing you were in need of a shower. Remembering last night and your abrupt conclusion, you flopped back onto your pillows, trying to come up with a plan of action. You now knew you were possibly falling slowly, for Roger, your BEST FRIEND. You had to face him and basically live with him for the next few months. You would probably go out to the pubs and after parties with him as well, and you rolled your eyes knowing what that meant. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t have your fun too. You grabbed your pillow from under your head and you put it over your face and you squealed into it. You were a lawyer, you wore a poker face for a living. You were used to lying to clients and maintaining either a perfectly straight face or one to match the situation. Being a lawyer mixed with the one semester of dramatic arts basically made you an expert on faking facial expressions. The downside, however, was Roger knew your real and fake ones. He could easily tell the difference and that was only going to make the situation harder. He could always see past whatever fake emotions you had on display, a huge disadvantage of knowing someone for almost twenty years. You sat up and groaned again, finally deciding that you would take it day by day, trying your best to mask any true emotions that may slip through the cracks

You decided to distract yourself until the concert by taking a much needed shower and start looking over some financial paperwork Miami had left for you. You looked through your suitcase for some clothes before settling on a pair of denim shorts and a The Who t-shirt that you have no recollection of buying but found in your flat once, and you liked it so much you brought it with you. You took a quick shower and then towel dried your hair. You ran your fingers through your wet hair, getting the tangles out and then braiding it at both sides of your head. You fixed your full frontal bangs and then got dressed. You walked back and sat on the bed beginning to look through the papers, highlighting and making notes in the margins with points and things you wanted to bring to Miami’s attention when you saw him next. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent working on the documents until you reached the end of the first hefty packet. You smiled at your work and started a pile on the nightstand where the completed ones would go, and you grabbed the next packet to work on. You started highlighting a conditional payment in one contract when suddenly there was a loud knocking coming from your hotel room door. Confused as to why anyone would be coming to see you today, you waited until it stopped. It was silent for a moment until the knocking began again. You walked to the door slowly as it kept going.

“Coming!” you yelled as you went to open it. When you swung it open, on the other side stood none other than Freddie Mercury and the other 3 lads stood behind him. “Hey boys!” you said with a chipper tone, always happy to see them.

“Good afternoon darling! T’was afraid you might not have been awake!” Freddie cheered as everyone welcomed themselves into your room.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Besides, I’ve been quite busy.” you hummed as you shut the door, following them in.

“Oh I can see that! What is even in these stacks of papers and why is everything highlighted?” Freddie asked picking up the finished stack, flipping through it. You ran over fast and snatched them out of his hands.

“Well these are YOUR contracts and finances that I’m helping Miami look over. Everything is highlighted because there are some points I want to bring to his attention and highlighting and writing it down helps me organize what I want to say. It’s how I work through clients paperwork, so every thought I had is there. And no touchy, it’s in a perfect order!” you explained as you put the papers nicely in their stack. You were quite the stickler about organization. Roger was standing by the window, completely in awe, watching as you moved swiftly around your room as you tidied up.

“That’s...precise.” Deaky joked and you laughed in agreement, shrugging your shoulders.

“Hey it’s my job. Besides, someone has gotta look out for my boys!” you cheesed at him and you quickly glanced at Roger, who you noticed was watching you as well. You smiled to yourself and you sat down on your bed crossing your legs. Brian sat down next to you on your right side, and John sat on your left. Roger had looked at you again but this time squinting your eyes, trying to recognize something.

“Hey you thief!” Roger shouted and your head popped up looking at him.

“Who, me?” you asked confused and he nodded his head.

“Yeah you! You’re wearing my t-shirt.” you raised your eyebrows and you looked down, not remembering which shirt you had on. Once you saw you had your mysterious The Who shirt, you let out a gasp.

“Shit this is yours? I found it in my flat one time, I just thought I forgot I bought it because I liked it.” you said quickly. Of course it was Rogers shirt, and he accidentally left it at your place. You could feel your face on fire and it was probably as red as a tomato. You looked down trying to hide your embarrassment and you heard Roger laugh softly.

“Don’t worry about it, it wouldn’t have been the first time I left something at your place, kind of figured you would keep it. You’re always stealing my things.” he smiled through the double meaning and walked over to you and in a moment of complete of whim, tilted your chin up at him, because once you got embarrassed over something, you wouldn’t look anyone in the eye once you got over it. You were forced to look up at him and he was heavily smoldering, almost drinking up your current state. “It’s all right darling, it looks way better on you then it ever would on me, keep it.” he winked over to the window and you chuckled.

“Good because I had no intention of returning it, once I have my sights set on something and I get it, it’s mine and I don’t give back things I’ve grown attached too.” you finally said trying to ease yourself, but the familiar feeling from last night was returning in your stomach, you stifled a giggle and adjusted your sitting position. After a moment of silence, you heard Brian clear his throat next to you.

“Right, anyway we were going to grab something to eat and then go to rehearsal for tonight, would you like to join us?” Brian asked as he turned to face you. Your face lit up at the chance to spend time with the band. You nodded fast.

“Absolutely! Let me grab my bag and put my shoes on.” you confirmed excitedly as you stood up fast and skipped to where your suitcase was sitting down. You bent down to grab a pair of sandals with a bit of a heel. It was a nice summer day so you could wear shoes like that. You walked to the small table by the door where you noticed you still had Roger’s jacket from last night. You picked it up and walked to where he was standing. His back was to you as he was conversing with John. You tapped his shoulder softly and he turned around to face.

“Hey uh thanks for letting me borrow this last night. Guess I forgot to give it back! So here ya go!” you chuckled as you pushed it in his direction, but he held his hands up.

“No no you might need it later, knowing how easily you get chilly. Wear it in case you get cold while we’re out. Besides I don’t wanna hear you complain about being cold and wanting to come all the way back here to grab something. That has happened way too many times.” he told you and you rolled your eyes, knowing he was right but being stubborn enough not to admit it. He laughed at your reaction. “Just admit it and stop being stubborn, it’ll be easier for you and for me.”

“You know, sometimes you’re such a pain in my ass Taylor.” you said with a playful tone as you threw it on. Roger laughed nodding in agreement and fixed the collar on you.

“That is very true, I’m a pain in everyone’s ass apparently.” he started and Deaky, who was standing next to him just nodded in agreement. “But I’m your pain in the ass.” he winked and a giggle finally escaped your lips. You brought your lips to a smirk and squinted at him, which was a nonverbal signal to let him know he was right. You looked in his eyes, considering with your heeled shows on you were eye level with him. You both stood in front of each other for a minute until you were both brought back to reality as you heard Freddie clap. You jumped and turned yourself to face Freddie.

“I hate to break up this little love fest darlings but we must be going!” you quickly walked over towards the other boys as you grabbed your small bag. Since you were no longer facing Roger, you missed him staring daggers at Freddie as he made his way over to join him and the others. The dirty look didn’t bother Freddie as he just smirked and winked at him and walked out the door. The others followed suit and you locked the door from the inside and trailed behind them.

The afternoon hanging out with the boys was as much fun as it normally was. Endless amounts of laughter, banter and some unusually calm arguments as the boys got into conversations about the set list for later that evening. At the restaurant, you were sat next to Roger so thankfully you couldn’t sneak any glances. The fluttering feeling only came back a few times throughout the meal. Since the five of you were crammed into a booth, you and Roger were practically on top of each other. You didn’t mind being that close to him, you were used to it. The feelings came back though whenever your knees would occasionally brush when either one of you would adjust your position in your seat. However, that feeling in your stomach would occasionally be accompanied by a surge of electricity soaring through your body. You knew Roger didn’t feel it, but goodness was it strong in you. After lunch, you joined the boys for a rehearsal before the show. They were focused and driven as ever, focusing intently on their respective instruments. You just stood off to the side and watched them, clapping and cheering after every song, giving them the praise they deserved.

It was now an hour before showtime and you were at the venue with the boys, hanging backstage in their dressing room. The others were getting ready when you noticed Roger attempting to fix his long hair. It pained you to watch so you walked over to him and stood behind his chair which was facing the mirror.

“No no stop. For the love of God let me do it.” you said directly and you put your hand out, implying for him to hand over the comb. He rolled his blue eyes and gave it to you and you began fixing his hair, giving it some needed volume.

“My hair was just fine you know...ow!” he whined and you eased up.

“Oh it wasn’t bad you big baby, and it was a mess! At least now your hair looks nice and put together.” you told him as you ran your fingers through the front of it, getting it to stay down. “You should let me color your hair one day. I think you would look good with light blonde hair.” you looked at him in the mirror and smirked. You weren’t lying to feed his ego, he would look good as a light blonde. He already had darker blonde hair, but the change would be nice. You put the last minute touches on his part, and you could see him considering what you had said about the color. “There, all finished!” you clapped your hands together as you walked around, squatting next to him in his chair.

“Wow, you do know how to work magic huh?” he smiled down at you and you just shrugged.

“Practice I guess, I have a mane of my own so I experiment.” you looked up at him trying to place something, and then an idea hit you. “Wait! There’s one more thing I want to do. Close your eyes!” you squealed happily as you went to grab your bag.

“I’m not so sure about that...whenever you tell me to close me eyes, it can’t be good. Remember my 20th birthday part?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, remembering when he ran into the couch when you told him to close his eyes as you brought him into his surprise party you planned and banged his knee up from it.

“That was entirely your fault babe, but just do it. You’ll like this I promise.” you told him as you walked back over to him. He closed his eyes and you pulled a stick of sharpened eyeliner out of your bag. You sat on his lap facing him, eager to put it on. You saw a ghost of a smirk appear on his lips as you sat down.

“Oh you’re right. I do like this!” he said in a flirty tone as he snaked his arms around your waist. You bit your lip trying to suppress any noise that may have escaped. You took the eyeliner and leaned into him, carefully sliding it over his eyelids. You looked at him once you finished, and smiled proudly at your work. It definitely wasn’t dramatically done like any stage makeup, but it was just enough to make his blue eyes seem bluer to the crowd.

“Alright Rog you can open.” he did as soon as you told him too, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t say anything at first, but by the way he was looking at himself in the mirror, he liked it. “Oh! One last thing, I promise!” you told him as you turned slightly and went to unbutton the top button of the vest he was wearing. That was the only type of shirt he was wearing but damn did he look good. You also adjusted the silver necklaces he was wearing, so they laid just the right way against his chest. You once again beamed at your work and turned to face the mirror. “There...perfect. Now you’ll make all the women in the crowd crazy!” you exclaimed as the hold on your waist got tighter, a way of him to thank you.

“I look...hot! Where would I be without you?” he questioned as he smirked at himself in the mirror again and his grip stayed the same but he leaned his head against your chest, turning it into a semi hug. You laid your head on top of his and grinned.

“Well let’s see, you’d have a terrible fashion sense and would be left with a huge void in your life that only I can fill seeing as you’ve known me for almost twenty years and you’ve gotten used to me.” you laughed and he nodded in agreement, nuzzling further into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and let one arm slide down his back, where you let your long nails graze his back up and down slowly. You could tell he was slightly nervous but he’d never admit it. This was something you would do to help calm him down in any situation. You’d hug him and slowly scratch his back until he was calm and fine, you were also the only one who could truly calm him down. The amount of times the boys would call you down to the studio when they were rehearsing and Roger would get upset about something and you’d have to calm him down was staggering. Roger would only listen to you when you’d talk him down.

After a few minutes of you two sitting in that position quietly and you just scratching his back and rubbing his arm occasionally, you spoke up. “Hey...you’re going to do so great tonight. I’m so proud of you.” you told him and you could feel his smile as he nuzzled further into you, moving his head up so it was buried into the crook of your neck.

“Ya think so?” he asked quietly and you nodded.

“Of course! You’re a fantastic drummer Rog, you’re so fucking talented. You’re going to blow the roof off this place. You deserve too.” you praised him as you rubbed his arm again, something natural for you. He looked up at you and his face softened. You lifted your head and looked down at him at the same time he looked up into your eyes.

“I meant it...I don’t know where I’d be without you. You’re like this constant source of light in my life, always so positive and comforting. I feel so much better when you’re around most times.” he confessed as he booped your nose, and you scrunched it up and laughed. He did that every so often and it would always make you laugh.

“Thanks Rog...you’re like that with me as well. I don’t know where or who I would be without you, you’ve done so much for me, both physically and emotionally...” you told him not breaking the eye contact. You saw him grin wide as he grabbed your hand, holding it in your lap with his. The fluttering feeling was back in your stomach but it was in full swing as you both sat like that, just admiring another and gazing at each other with admiration and what seemed to be happiness. If you had enough courage you could’ve kissed him right then and there. You were close enough in proximity to him and the moment definitely seemed right. You swore you saw his gaze shift between your lips and eyes a few times, but you weren’t sure and didn’t want to get your hopes up. You also weren’t sure if that’s even what he wanted, you had absolutely no idea what or how he felt about you, if anything at all, or anything that wasn’t friendship. You didn’t want to lose any relationship you had with him, because not having him as a friend was the worst feeling of all. Even if that’s all he saw you as, that was more than enough for you, and you could live with it. You decided not to test the waters just yet until you had a sign that there could be, if anything, more. However, as you let your thoughts draw that conclusion, you saw Roger slowly lean upwards towards you, testing the waters for himself. “Shit” you thought to yourself, it was happening and Roger was initiating. You slowly started to lean down towards him, your stomach moving a mile a minute at the built up tension and movements. Just as you two were about to be close and he licked his lips slowly, someone burst into the room.

“Roger we’re needed!” John yelled as he charged in towards you two. You both pulled back and jumped slightly at the intrusion, and you quickly got off Roger’s lap, and the two of you stood up quickly. “Oh did I interrupt something?” John asked curiously with a slight purr to his voice, slowly putting two and two together. You both just shook your head in disagreement.

“Uh nope! I was actually just going to go out and grab a good spot for a good view! Break legs you guys!” you quickly exclaimed as you scurried towards the door.

“Wait! You’re coming to the after party yeah?” John asked before you left and you quickly bounced your head, looking at Roger.

“Course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Have a great show you guys.” you smiled big and walked out of the dressing room. Once you left, Roger shot John the dirtiest look and groaned, curling his lips.

“Aye what’s wrong with you mate?” John smirked at the visibly mad Roger. “Certain gal got your tongue?”

Roger rolled his eyes and angrily grabbed his drumsticks. “Oh piss off Deacon.” he stormed past him and walked on stage, all while John followed laughing.

The show went on swimmingly. The boys were on top of their game, each member radiating such a passion and energy. They were seemingly each in their own element, although they were separately different, but when they came together, they worked as one. Like a well oiled machine in fact. Each part in the machine is different in terms of what it was designed to do, but it’s contribution to the machine and its overall mechanics is crucial and couldn’t work without the other parts. That’s exactly how Queen was. Each guy was a different working part, but they were vital the group as a whole. Watching them on stage was an experience, it felt as if your head was going to pop off. You would watch Freddie dance and sing around the stage, owning it as his own, then your attention would shift to Deaky, who was masterfully playing his bass, and concentrating only on that, but somehow was captivating to watch his pure concentration flow. Then you would watch Brian, easily and skillfully playing his guitar, and you were mesmerized by how he played it. He played it so easily, so strategically. Your attention lingered on Roger the most. The way he would rhythmically play and hit the drums with such grace was a sight. The more passionate and into a song he got, the more he would unconsciously pucker his lips. You’ve never told him but it was something you’ve noticed over the years of watching him play.

When you were watching him, you’d catch his eye often, and he would send a wink or a look in your direction. You weren’t sure if it was meant for you or a girl behind you, so you didn’t think too much about it. But watching him play his heart out made your heart swell with pride. You’ve seen him go from small garage bands to touring the United Kingdom. From day one until now, you were so proud of how far he has come. From telling him not to give up when one of his bands were having issues playing, to the pep talk you had with him not a mere half hour ago. You simply couldn’t have been prouder of him. Of course you were so proud of the entire band, having supported them and cheering them on since the very first day, watching them create three amazing albums, and now living their dreams. They were your best friends and watching them now, made your heart swell with happiness.

Once the concert was over, you made your way backstage to congratulate the boys. It took you a few minutes to get through the swarm of people who had the same idea, but the bodyguard recognized you and let you back. You were walking the familiar path to their room when suddenly you were being pulled by your waist and turned you around into a hug.

“Brian hey!” you squealed as you hugged him back, wrapping your own arms around him.

“What did you think of the show?!” he asked spinning you around and you giggled happily. You were significantly shorter than him, so it was easy to be swung around by him. He set you back down on your feet and you cheered your praise.

“Oh man you guys were AMAZING! Seriously y’all rocked so hard and are so talented. You with that guitar? Fantastic!” you gushed, realizing your American side was definitely showing and you saw Brian blush slightly.

“Yeah? Well that means a lot coming from you Y/N...are you coming to the party?’

You bounced your head confirming. “Absolutely! Just wanted to go say hi to Roger before I went. Wait for me?” you asked with a smile, knowing Roger takes forever after a show and you didn’t want to wait for him, such a diva he was. Brian hummed his response as you walked to the dressing room. You were about to knock when you heard a feminine giggle come from the room. The door was half open, and against your better judgement, you peered in quietly and sure enough, you saw Roger sitting on the couch in the room with a blonde young woman in his lap giggling. You quickly removed yourself and walked away, feeling your heart sink. You should’ve known that you read way into things. You weren’t going to cry or get upset, you never cried. You just sighed and took a moment to get over it, to get over your initial disappointment and any hope you were holding onto. You kept reminding yourself that you were overthinking things and everything that’s happened between you two is normal. You two were just close and now that you were thinking about it, wasn’t all that out of the ordinary. You shook your head and plastered a smile on your face, ready to forget anything that’s happened, and you walked back to Brian.

“Let’s go!” you cheered and he smiled, offering his arm. You took it and you two walked to the venue next door, which is where the party was.

Once you arrived, you had grabbed a drink and began mingling with Brian. He had his arm slinged around you the entire time, and as he made his way through fans and other people in the crowd, you were tucked under his side, he not once pushed you away. You didn’t mind it, you kept drinking and you enjoyed hearing him speak. He would look down at you and made sure you were following the conversations. You gave input when you could, but you were happy to listen and be a part of the talks whenever you could. You mainly just sipped your drink and nodded along to the music, singing to yourself whenever you knew the song. You had spent almost the entire night tucked idly under Brian’s arm, only leaving to go grab another drink or shots for the two of you, and when you would return, his arm returned right to your shoulder, occasionally stroking your back. You were enjoying the evening so much that you had almost forgotten about the Roger incident, until you glanced upon him out of the corner of your eye, talking to John with the blonde woman glued to his side. You posture must have noticeably changed because Brian tightened his grip on you and looked down at you concerned.

“Hey you okay?” You just nodded putting your poker face on.

“Yeah! I think I’m just feeling the effects of everything I’ve drank tonight!” you laughed and so did Brian thankfully.

“You have had a few it seems. I’ll take you back to the hotel yeah?” he offered and you shook your head in protest.

“No no no, you stay here! This party is for you and you’re the main event. I’ll be okay hun.” you assured him and he just protested right back.

“It’s no big deal! They’ve all had enough of me anyway. Let me go tell the boys I’m out of here.” he said and you sighed in defeat, not wanting him to leave his own party. You watched Brian go tell the boys goodbye and he pointed to you, and you did a small wave. When Brian did, you saw Roger’s head quickly turn to you and you sent him a small wave as well. He half smiled and waved back. You kept looking at each other until Brian walked back.

“Ready lil darling?’ he asked and you grabbed his arm and grinned. He slid his arm over you leading you out. You both talked on the way back about the night, and Brian went on about how clear the night sky was, and he was showing you different stars in the sky. You listened and smiled, very interested in what he had to say. He did that until you approached, and he led you to the elevator pressing your floor. Once you got on to your floor and walked to your room, you took a deep breath as you began to unlock your door.

“Do you want to come inside...?” you curiously asked, and as you did, Brian’s face lit up. You took that as a yes, so you unlocked the door swinging it open. “Make yourself comfy!” Brian sat down on the bed and you threw your bag and keys on the table, and you sat down next to him. “I had such a great night tonight Bri...thank you.” you beamed at him.

“Well thank you for being my date, it was an amazing night with you.” he told you and you turned your head to look at him. He in turn looked at you, and said so softly it almost came out like a whisper. “I’d really like to kiss you..”

You felt your cheeks flare with heat and you smirked at him. “Well, what are you waiting for then?” he looked at you with wide eyes and he slowly cupped your face, and brought his lips close to yours. You closed your eyes and put your hands over his, and he kissed you ever so softly, and you moved your lips to match his. He deepened it slowly, but as he did, you were waiting for that spark you were supposed to feel when you kissed someone, especially someone you cared about and got on with, someone you liked. But it never came. You lessened your movements and Brian broke the contact, pulling away as he looked at you.

“That was uh...” he started and quickly stopped, almost not wanting to finish the sentence. You looked at him, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Nice...but...” you also started, but didn’t know how to finish the statement without it being awkward.

“I didn’t feel it either...” he finally said you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and you laughed. Of all the reactions you fucking laughed!

“Oh thank god! I thought I was broken!” you blurted and quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed. He laughed at your outburst and you calmed down a bit.

“No no, I suppose it was a sign to stop before things progressed further and we found out the hard way.” he shrugged and you took his hand.

“Brian listen...I like you a lot. Really. We get along well together, we have a lot in common, can out wit each other, can drive each other bonkers. I thought there was something there too, for a while actually.” you admitted looking at him. “But...” you trailed on before he cut you off.

“But I’m not Roger.”

“What?’ you asked in surprise, with a slight touch of being horrified.

“Y/N I’m not mad or upset. I’m also not blind. I can sense the feelings and tension between you two most of the time, hell we all can. I just chose to ignore it, thinking it was normal for you guys. But the last few days, it got stronger and although it never showed, it was felt in the air. Whatever you and him are feeling is intense, and it can’t be found in other partners, no matter how you feel about those other people. I like you a lot as well Y/N, I thought we could’ve gone somewhere, but whatever we have, no matter how great it is, isn’t what you and Rog have, and what you two have, is special and seemingly unbreakable. It’s real.” he beamed at you and kissed your hand. You don’t know what overcame you, but you teared up and hugged Brian tight. God how did he manage to hit what you felt right on the head.

“God please don’t let me lose you as a friend.” you cried and muffled into him, and Brian hugged back laughing.

“Darling you wish you could get rid of me! I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” he assured you as he hugged you, and you sniffled. You sighed and whispered, finally letting it out.

“The thing is, I don’t even know myself what Roger and I have. Hell I don’t even know what I’m feeling if anything, and I could just be taking things and intuitions the wrong way, and just making things bigger than what they are. It’s so...complicated.” you finally admitted and you sat up.

“Well, love is never easy. We’ve had a lot of admissions tonight, so if you need someone to talk to, I’m here and have been told I am a great listener” he nudged you and smiled, and you took a deep breath, ready to finally tell someone everything you’ve been feeling. You told him what you’ve been feeling, both for and about Roger, you told him what led you to feel these things, and for how long. You also explained how you felt these partially in the past but never paid any attention to them because you thought it was silly and cliché. You told Brian every detail of things you’ve ignored in the past, and how these things have become stronger in the past few days and how you couldn’t ignore them anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You were pouring your heart and brain out, and you felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You were so happy to finally tell someone, and someone you trusted. You knew Brian would see things practically, so that was a huge help to you.

Once you got down explaining, you told him about what happened before the concert and how that made you question things further. Brian watched you intently as you explained, and would tap his chin. “Wow Y/N...that’s a lot.” he finally said and you laughed and wiped your eyes, not even noticing you were crying again. You never cried so to do it twice in one night was odd for you.

“You’re telling me kid.” you both laughed and Brian rubbed your side soothingly as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“But, from what you told me, even though it seems impractical and scary, you need to tell him. You’re feeling a lot and he deserves to know...trust me.”

You sighed, afraid he would say that. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship Bri, he means so much to me and I can’t lose him over some schoolgirl crush!”

“Well, from what you told me, it’s way deeper than a crush. Besides, from the things you told me that he’s done, and from the things I’ve observed and seen from him, it’s mutual. I’ve seen the way he glances at you, hell we’ve made comments about it. We never said anything though, wanting to see if you would figure it out for yourself. And my small crush on you didn’t help either.” you chuckled at that and grabbed his hand. “But Y/N you should tell him, I’m sure he’s feeling just the same. But you know Roger, he’s a stubborn bastard.” Brian finished explaining and you felt a smile creep up on your lips. He then stood up, grabbed both of your hands and pulled you up. “All right up we go! No overthinking it, go tell him now!” he encouraged and you shook your head. “Go do it now while your emotions are out, you have an overthinking tendency and you’ll talk yourself out of it. Go now, I’ll wait here until you get back, unless you don’t.” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes, unable to believe you were going to do this without any sort of plan. Brian hugged you again and handed you your bag. “Don’t plan...think from the heart. Just go.” he kissed your head and ushered you out.

You beamed at the gesture and his kindness. “Thanks Bri, I love you a lot.” he pushed you out and you walked to the elevator. You could do this, after what happened today, it had to be done. Brian was right, Roger deserved to know. You took another deep breath, suddenly nervous. You hardly felt nervous, except for a big case, but you ignored it, not letting it affect you. As you got to his floor and made your way to his door, you bit your lip and swallowed hard. It was now or never. You knocked on his door once, and there was no answer. You knocked again, and waited a minute. There was no answer so you started to turn back around and make the walk to the elevator, until you heard the door open. You expected Roger to answer it, but instead you were greeted by the same blonde woman from the party, wearing one of Roger’s shirts.

“Hello!” she greeted with a kind tone.

“Hi, is uhm Roger around?” you asked curiously, slowly losing any motivation you had.

“Yeah he’s in the shower! I can grab him for you if you’d like?” she asked and you just shook your head in response.

“Oh no no that’s okay, I just wanted to...never mind. It’s no longer important.” you smiled sadly realizing it was true.

“Oh, okay! Sorry about that! What’s your name love, I can tell him you stopped by?” she offered with a genuine smile. Wow she was a nice and polite girl, so unlike the other girls Roger’s had. You chuckled at your thought and felt bad for thinking that.

“Y/N...again it’s fine. It’s no big deal. Have a nice night.” you said quietly and shot her a smile, and as you were about to leave, Roger appeared next to her in the doorway wearing a hotel bathrobe.

“Lolo hey what are you doing here?” he asked surprised.

“Oh it’s nothing Rog...just uh wanted to give you your jacket back!” you quickly recovered and took it off, not even realizing you were still wearing it. You were so thankful you were, as it saved you in that moment. You handed him the discarded clothing item, and he looked at you with confused eyes.

“I told you to keep it doll...yanno in case you needed it.”

“It’s okay Rog, I don’t need it any longer.” you smiled softly, pulling your poker face. “Anyway I wanted to give that back. Sorry to disturb your uh, evening. Have a great night!” you said fast, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. You started to head back to the elevator, and you heard Roger call out your name, seemingly trying to call you back. But you didn’t turn around, you didn’t go back. You couldn’t. All the courage you had was gone, and for the first time you lost your voice. You took a deep breath as you got on the elevator. All the hope you had from Brian, and from thinking about what could be was gone. You should’ve known better than to keep hope, especially for a situation you didn’t have all the necessary facts for and couldn’t draw out a conclusion. You felt like crying but you wouldn’t, not over this. There were more important things to do. Tonight you were going to march up to your hotel room, pack your things up and forget all about what had happened. Because you’re on this tour as a friend to Roger and to cheer on the band. You may not have your feelings sorted out, but you’ll get there. At least you knew where you stood with Roger, that you had indeed read way into things. He only saw you as his best friend, and hell that’s exactly what you would be for him. No different than before, nothing would change between you two. Roger needed his best friend and that’s exactly what you would be to him. You did this for him, and that’s what you would do for him. You loved him, that much was true, but at least you knew where you stood in his eyes, and that was more than enough for him. You still had him in your life and would keep him in your life in anyway, no matter how you felt towards him or how it made you feel. You smiled at the thought, knowing you still had him, in any shape.

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