#i wont forget all those pets you sent

[kenneduck]

It's been about a month since I last discussed the zora-situation, and I just wanted to thank y'all for having been so supportive and understanding during that time! (And to give y'all a happy update!)

Though what happened was incredibly emotional and stressful to me, and I found myself conflicted with things that had been said and done, I've been missing Kenne. Kenne the fish, not Kenne as in me... this isn't me dramatically staring into a mirror, my hand touching my reflection's hand, saying I miss myself. This is about Kenne, the sparkly whale shark.

To keep things short, after what happened, trying to think about anything zora-wise, outside of Sidlink, was incredibly painful. Not only emotionally, but I'm STILL finding clumps of hair that fell out during that time.

But thanks to my homie @cassielsunstone for being a fuckin CHAMP, I've been EXCITED to engage with Kenne again. Yes, she is still a deeply personal character to me, and through this situation, I've been able to reassess what I want her story to be, and I'm excited about the changes I've come up with! (And thank you to Cassiel for being excited for it too! And for listening and engaging with my ideas without needing a co-writer's credit haha.)

Anyways, keep one eye open! Cause if you're not paying attention, Kenne MAY just wack you over a railing with her tail! (Again, the zora, not me. Well, okay, maybe me. I have accidentally knocked someone over with my ass before.)

[buckyskorpion]

11 Hours - part one

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: um yes so hello another au and another wip..... dont hate the player hate the game. i hope you enjoy this though! this is my take on a biker!bucky au because we definitely dont have enough of those. let me know your thoughts on this, critiques, predictions, anything! my ask is open. also i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask. 

title taken from 11 hours by wet | playlist

You lie on your stomach, sheets pooled by your ankles, and watch Bucky watch you. One hand propping him up on his side, the other tracing slow, hair-raising circles on your bare back. He’s not really seeing you though, eyes glazed over so they look shiny and huge, big enough to get lost in. You roll away from him, off the edge of the bed and onto your feet.

“Going?” he asks, voice rough. You can’t remember the last time one of you spoke - the time between breathless moans and now seems stretched, like a liminal space you’ve both been sitting in for far too long.  It’s time to get back to the real world. You shrug one shoulder, rooting around his bedroom floor for your clothes to redress.

“It’s late,” you say. He huffs an agreement. The two of you didn’t get back to his apartment until after midnight, so who knows the time now.

“Let me call you a cab,” Bucky says, rolling onto his back to pat around the bedside table for his phone. You toss him a look over your shoulder, chosing to ignore him as you pull your skinny jeans up over your ass. Bucky pauses to watch, tongue flicking over his lips and not bothering to hide his grin when you catch him. You throw your jacket at his head which he catches with ease, laughing himself back into the pillows. Ugh, he’s such a menace.

You walk back over to the bed once you get your last shoe on, closing the distance you’d created that was so obvious in the contrast between his bare skin and you, fully dressed. You lean over him, letting him tug you close with a hand on your hip while you pull him up with a grip on his dog-tags. You kiss him, a hard press of lips and a quick swipe of your tongue that he tries to follow but you pull away. He lets you go, rolling his eyes at the tease.

“See ya later, tough guy,” you say, backing up to the door. He tosses your leather jacket back to you, and you catch it with one hand as you head down the hallway. It’s the closest thing you’ll get to a goodbye from him, so you let the front door click shut without another word.

You shrug into your jacket as you race down the stairs of Bucky’s apartment building, heading for the laundry room. It’s not like you know Bucky - all you do is fuck on any day you both happen to be free, starting at a grungy bar in downtown weeks ago and ending here, in some strange friends with benefits situation (minus the ‘friends’ part). He’s hot, and you’re not looking for a relationship, so it’s perfect. Only, something about the scars on Bucky’s knuckles and the motorbike he drives you home on after the bar makes the hair on the back of your neck raise. Something about Bucky is bad news, and you’re not about to get caught up in it just for some (mindblowingly good) sex.

So, you head to the laundry room and climb out the window rather than using the lobby doors. Nobody sees you, and it’s easy to get to if you stand on the dryer in the far right corner. You don’t know why you think someone might be watching Bucky’s apartment, or following you from your late night visits, but your dad always said you were paranoid and it’s never hurt you this far in your life. You swing a leg through the window and drop down into the patchy grass below.

From here you scale the fence into the gym parking lot next door and enter the street that way, nobody the wiser. You stuff your hands in your pockets as you walk down the street, itching for a cigarette or some gum or a pair of earphones, something to keep you company as walk home in the middle of night in New York. There are still people out and about, because of course there are, it’s New York. You make it home without a hitch and immediately head to the shower to wash off the night.

Naked again, before you get under the jet you check your phone. Bucky has texted you - probably a joke or something, his pretence for checking you get home safely. Tough guy my ass, you think as you open the picture he’d sent. He’s holding up the black lace panties you’d been wearing, the one’s he’d pulled off with his teeth and tossed aside without a second thought. Under it, he’s sent another message. Think you forgot something.

Did I really forget them? You try to bite back a grin, because it’s sad to be standing in your bathroom smiling at your phone, but you’re unsuccessful. You watch the three dots under Bucky’s name start and stop, then start again, making your heartbeat pick up. You’d made the oh-so-confident Bucky ‘dont know his last name and don’t need to’ falter. It still gives you a thrill.

Don’t think you’ll be getting them back.

Consider it a present, perv.

You like it

No comment.

You jump in the shower, leaving your phone on the vanity. You can’t leave the shower until you rub one out, the rounds of sex you’d had a mere hour ago long forgotten at the thought of Bucky doing the same thing as you to the panties you’d left behind. Maybe you don’t want to get caught up in whatever shit Bucky is in to set off your paranoia radar, but you certainly want to get caught up in him. If you aren’t already; irreversibly tangled.

***

You never find Bucky, he finds you. Or rather, he gives you a call and you know within a few hours you’ll be at whatever bar or diner he asks you to meet him at, building up the tension until you both can’t take it anymore and go back to his apartment. It doesn’t matter what you say to him, or how many times you say no - you both know you’ll be there.

This time he catches you leaving your dad’s place, pushing through the gate as you put the phone up to your ear. You turn to wave goodbye to your dad in the window he always stands at to see you off towards the subway, and say, “So soon?”

“Hello to you too,” Bucky grumbles, but you know there’s no heat in it. You’re grinning as you dodge pedestrians, tugging your puffer jacket tighter around you with your free hand - the New York winter chill has started to set in and it’s biting through even the hoodie you’re wearing under the jacket.

“Hello, Bucky,” you say, hoping he can pick up on the thick condescension you’re handing him, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I can hang up,” Bucky warns, and you smirk. You’re winning this round, at least.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.” You jog down the subway stairs, hoping your line doesn’t cut out as you move underground. It doesn’t, Bucky’s reluctant laugh filtering clear as day through your phone.

“Baby, huh? Moving onto pet names are we, doll?”

You wrinkle your nose, “Ugh, not if they’re from the nineteen forties, no thank you.”

“I’m sure you hate it,” Bucky says, sarcasm heavy. You can hear his eyeroll from here. “What are you doing?”

“Getting on a train,” you say, as you do indeed slip through the almost-closed doors and try to avoid any and all surfaces around you. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to you,” Bucky says, grin audible. It’s your turn to huff now - Bucky never tells you anything about his life, what he’s doing, who he’s with. It’s another thing that makes you think he’s hiding something, but instead of finding it infuriating and a dealbreaker like you should, instead you’re fascinated. Your mission is to figure Bucky out, piece by piece.

There’s a muffled voice on the other line, someone talking to Bucky and you imagine him covering the receiver with one big palm. A hand that you want on you, running down your skin and pressing down over your throat and dipping between-

“You there?” Bucky asks, jolting you out of your daydream. You’re blushing, suddenly too-hot in the layers that were previously not doing enough to ward off the chill.

You clear your throat and say, “Yeah, yeah, sorry, what?”

“Mmhmm,” Bucky says, clearly amused. “I said, I’ve got a favour to ask you. Something a bit different.”

“Oh?” It had been weeks of going to dive bars and underground diners, meeting Bucky in dark corners to drink rum and cokes and eventually fuck each other senseless until you’re sure Bucky must get noise complaints. Never had he once indicated he might want to change the routine you’d set up. Never had he asked you for a favour. To say you were intrigued was an understatement.

“Come to a party with me tonight?” he asks. You have to replay his voice in your head to make sure you heard right, stunned into silence. He takes your pause for a ‘no’, hurriedly filling it with, “I get if it’s a no, but my friend Nat is a drill sergeant and she’ll give me the third degree if I don’t bring-“

“Don’t hurt yourself,” you say, interrupting his nervous ramble. You’d never heard Bucky sound anything but aggressively confident before. It’s throwing you for more of a loop than his invitation. A large part of your brain tells you to say no. You don’t trust Bucky, really - you barely know him. But thats why you want to say yes. Going to this party might change that. “I’ll go. What time?”

“Eight tonight,” he says, breathing a sigh of relief. “I owe you one.”

“Yeah, you do,” you laugh. You organise to meet at his apartment, not quite ready to give him your address yet, and hang up. Your mind is reeling, sure everyone on the train must feel the impact of that phone call, too.

They’re all going about their business as if something monumental hasn’t just happened. Bucky has invited you into his life, to meet his friends, as his date. What happened to not-friends with benefits? What if this changes the arrangement you’ve carefully cultivated, so perfect for your independent lifestyle and Bucky’s obvious commitment issues?

The temptation is too much. You practically run home when you get off at your stop, anxious to get ready. You’re about to get a few more pieces of the Bucky puzzle and you have to look good for it.

***

Bucky stops you in the front hall of the house, a hand on your arm as he stares down at you. He looks comically large in the tiny Brooklyn town house, even if it is ten times nicer and more beautiful than your place will ever be. The party filters in from further inside the house, loud music and laughter and the obvious clink of beer bottles sounding muffled through the bubble of you and Bucky.

“My friends are… a lot,” he says, drawing his lip between his teeth. You tilt your head at him, amused by what you can only assume is nerves radiating off Bucky. He rolls his eyes at you, kisses you on the forehead quickly, and adds, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I can handle myself, tough guy,” you say as he tugs you by the hand through to the living room where the party is in full swing.

“I hope you’re not calling that punk ‘tough’, lady,” a man calls out from the couch, pointing the neck of his beer at Bucky. His tone sounds aggressive but the wide, gap-toothed smile he gives says otherwise. He gets up and pulls Bucky into one of those manly half-hugs. Bucky doesn’t drop your hand as he pats the guy on the back, and you try in vain not to read too much into that.

“Sam, this is (Y/n),” Bucky says, and to your surprise Sam pulls you into a hug as well. You make wide eyes at Bucky over Sam’s shoulder but he just smirks, clearly amused. He’s still holding your hand.

“Nice to meet you!” Sam exclaims, a bit too loud in your ear but you don’t mind. His happiness is infectious. “Come meet Natasha, she’s going to love you.”

“Why’s that?” you ask, letting yourself be led by Sam with an arm over your shoulders to the couch he’d just vacated. Bucky drops his grip but follows too-close behind you, his body heat almost like a physical touch on your back, reminding you he’s there. You wonder if he’s nervous about what you’re going to say to his friends, or what his friends are going to say to you.

“Because,” Sam says cryptically. You roll your eyes - he’s sounds just like Bucky.

Sam stops in front of the redhead woman he was sitting next to when you entered, dropping the arm from your shoulders. She immediately stops her conversation and stands up, giving you a once over with a smirk tucked tight in the corner of your mouth. You try not to feel intimidated but it’s hard - she’s beautiful, and scary, and did you mention beautiful? She shoots an amused look to Bucky over your shoulder, and in response Bucky rests his fingertips on the small of your back. Barely there, but just enough.

“You’ve brought someone, James,” she says, turning her attention back to you and holding a hand out. “Natasha, lovely to meet you.”

“(Y/n),” you say, taking her hand. It’s soft -  you half expected her to break your hand. “Thank you for having me.”

“Oh, you’re adorable,” she says, and you don’t bother hiding your frown. You don’t like feeling condescended and Natasha seems to be exuding that in palpable waves. Bucky must feel you stiffen because he steps closer, if possible, and slides the hand on your back around to grip your hip.

“Nat,” he says, with warning, and you glance up at Bucky to find him having some kind of silent stare off with Natasha over your head. Eventually he looks back down to you, smiling a bit and squeezing your hip, don’t worry about her. To you, he says, “Let’s go say hi to Steve.”

“See you later, (Y/n),” Nat says, wiggling her fingers in a wave as you follow Bucky to the kitchen. You ignore her, stepping closer to Bucky on instinct as you weave through people packed wall to wall. That was weird, but what did you expect? Bucky did warn you.

Steve turns out to be a giant blonde teddy bear who sweeps Bucky into a hug that lifts him onto his toes. It’s endlessly funny to see huge, muscled, intimidating Bucky being manhandled by a touchy, clearly tipsy behemoth. Bucky doesn’t let it stand for too long, though, bringing Steve into a headlock and sending them both tumbling into the kitchen bench.

“Jerk,” Steve gasps when Bucky lets him go, eyes narrowing. Bucky grins, breathless, and punches him on the shoulder.

“Punk,” he says fondly. You’re mesmerised. You’d wanted to see more of Bucky’s life but you never expected this. It’s like watching him with his family, and it makes something soft and fuzzy swell in your heart which is bad. Very, very bad. Maybe you shouldn’t have come.

Steve finally notices you’re there and you do the normal introductions, watching your hand disappear in his huge one as he shakes it. They’ve all been very welcoming, in their own ways, you notice (bar Natasha, but something tells you she’s always like that). They don’t seem to question your sudden appearance at their party or with their friend, holding Bucky’s hand and being tucked into his side as he passes you a beer and gets to talking about things you have no hope of following. You’re happy just to watch Bucky, smiling and laughing with pointed teeth and crinkles by his eyes. You still don’t really understand why you’re here, but you’re not going to question it. This feels like a stolen moment, something you’re not meant to see and might not see again so you try and commit as much to memory as you can.

The night goes on, talking with Sam and Steve and Natasha who appear to be Bucky’s closest friends and the only ones he bothers making time for. Bucky doesn’t stop touching you the entire time. At first you think it’s nerves, but the more you observe the party around you when the conversation turns to something you can’t contribute to, the more you think it’s for everyone else rather than Bucky’s nerves. You catch a lot of people eyeing his hand on your hip or his arm around your shoulders, or just looking at Bucky in general. Hardly anyone interrupts your little party of five but not for ignoring you - it’s almost like they revolve around you, in tune to the groups’ every movement, but they wouldn’t dare approach. It’s weird. You try not to look too hard into it but your dad is right. You’re paranoid.

Eventually it’s just you and Bucky sitting on a bench outside, a canopy of fairy lights casting shadows from his unfairly long eyelashes as he looks down at your entwined hands in his lap. You tug against his grip, causing him to look up at you and you almost lose your train of thought. Bucky’s eyes are searing blue, the hottest part of the flame.

“You’re being very possessive tonight,” you say, squeezing his hand for emphasis. He doesn’t look away from your eyes, cocking his head to the side and you have the distinct feeling you’re being tested.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. You don’t answer straight away. Truth be told, you have no idea what’s going on. You went from fucking Bucky on a semi-regular basis, keeping it at strangers who bone and nothing else, to being glued to his side at a party with his closest friends in what feels like no time at all. Whiplash, is what you feel. You don’t think you hate it, though.

“I never said that,” you tell Bucky, and watch as his face morphs from calculating to that shit-eating, confident smirk you’ve come to know. You’re relieved to see it, the sparkle of his eyes as he leans closer to you in the dark of the garden. This, at least, you know.

“You’ve done well tonight,” he says, and you hate how you glow at the compliment when you should be rolling your eyes. “I know I’ve asked a lot.”

“It’s alright Bucky,” you say, smiling at his seriousness. You’d think he’s asked you to commit a crime or something. “Although, I don’t know why you needed me here. I’m glad you did, but…”

“But you thought I only wanted you, to fuck you?” he finishes, kicking his eyebrows up in amusement. You hate the way you blush, ducking your head from him to try and hide it.

“I feel like that was a very logical conclusion,” you say defensively. What else had he given you? You didn’t even know his last name.

He takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back up to look at him. He’s smiling soft, not condescending at all, and he moves his hand to cup your cheek in his palm and hold you there, looking at him.

“Maybe this was a test,” he says, licking his lips. Biding time. “To see if I can trust you.”

“Do you?” you ask, eyebrows kicking up.

“Jury’s still out,” he says with a grin, light-hearted, playing it off as a joke but you know from the look in his eyes that he’s being somewhat serious. He looks out at the garden then, still holding you close, and says almost thoughtfully, “My friends like you, though. Even Natasha.”

You scoff at that, and he turns back to you with that crinkly, squishy smile he gave to Steve before. It catches you off guard, enough to not see the kiss before it comes but you catch up as fast as you can. You want to slide into his lap and run your fingers under his shirt, but that’s probably a bit inappropriate in front of a bunch of people you just met. You settle for a frustrated groan against his mouth, biting his lip and tugging so he’s forced to chase you against the back of the bench, crowding your space. He drops your hand to slide his up your thigh, fingertips dangerously close to your crotch, kissing you hard enough to bruise. His tongue in your mouth is scalding, stubble against your skin a delicious burn, and you would’ve gotten lost in it if it weren’t for the very pointed cough from behind Bucky’s shoulder.

It’s Natasha, standing with her arms folded and a smile hidden somewhere in the green of her eyes. You try to mentally will away the flush in your cheeks as Bucky pulls back, hand still on your thigh but turning to glare at Natasha. You find yourself somewhat hiding behind the bulk of his shoulder despite yourself, letting him take the reins.

“Steve is puking,” she reports, raising one eyebrow. “Sam requests your assistance.”

“Fucking ‘course he does,” Bucky grumbles roughly, getting to his feet. Right before he storms away he pauses, leans back down to kiss you again, and then he’s back on a warpath through the house. Other guests part for him like the red sea, and you watch with furrowed eyebrows as they also seem to watch him go. He never goes anywhere without an audience. Perhaps you were right to be paranoid about him.

Natasha is still standing there when you blink yourself back to the garden, watching you with an unreadable expression. You straighten your holey, vintage t-shirt under your leather jacket and stand, not enjoying the power difference with her standing above you. You wish Bucky had taken you with him, even though you didn’t particularly want to watch Steve throw up everywhere. It would be preferable to being stuck under Natasha’s x-ray vision, though.

“I like your boots,” she says. It takes you aback - such a typical girl thing to say at a party to someone you don’t know, and Natasha doesn’t give you ‘typical’. You glance down at your Docs, and then back up at her pretty sundress with a sexy v-cut.  Sure you do, you think sarcastically, as you both stand there like night and day.

“Thanks,” you manage to say, “And again, for inviting me. The party’s been great.”

“Has it?” she asks, and why do you feel like she’s asking three questions at once? As if sensing your apprehension, she smiles and adds, “Just, I know we’re a bit full on and being the new girl at a party is always difficult.”

You blink, surprised once again. The sincerity throws you for a loop, as everything seems to with Natasha. You say, “I mean, yeah, but you guys are great. You all seem really close, it’s- nice. Like  a family.”

Something flashes in Natasha’s eyes, that amused little smirk returning to her face that fills your gut with dread. Was it something you said?

“Come on,” she says, and just as you think you can’t be surprised by this woman anymore, she winds her arm with yours and starts leading you back into the house. Throwing you a conspiratorial look you’re not sure you’ve earned, she says, “Let’s go find the boys. I’m sure Steve’s finished throwing up by now.”

Part Two

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[hellotvshowtrash]

Obey Pt. 5

A/N: Alright ya’ll..... I’m taking this somewhere and I’m excited about it. Let me know what you guys think!! Like/reblog if you enjoy! (Italics means flashbacks

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, manipulation, drinking, implied drug use, death threats

Word count: 1.4k

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Although she didn't want to admit it, Y/N couldn't get Elijah out of her head. She had spent that entire night with him, asking questions and getting to know each other, and then more nights after that were spent lost in each other or in conversation. He had begun to learn the secrets she hid, beginning with why she was in New Orleans. She was finally letting herself fall for someone, and someone good at that.

A giggle broke through her lips as he pecked her lips again, "No, really though, it's...." she trailed off, trying to think of the right words. "A long story." She finished, swallowing gently.

"I've got plenty of time, and I don't plan on letting you go from this bed any time soon," He squeezed her in his arms as they laid in his bed together for the fourth time that week. She sighed and gave him a small smile.

"Why do you want to know so badly? I'm here, with you, aren't I?" she tried to sound chipper but she was clearly upset.

"Because," He caressed her cheek and kissed her lightly. "I want to help you overcome this. I can see that it's still bothering you," She started to get defensive but calmed herself.

"I have to keep reminding myself that this is real. That you care about me. That you won't hurt me." She whispered. A quiet tear slid down her cheek and she brushed it away.

"I have to keep reminding myself that you still want me around, even after knowing everything." He countered. She chuckled at him and nuzzled into his chest.

"Well.. I married young, my 'high school sweetheart', James..." She told him the story of her horrible marriage, the abuse, the neglect. She let herself remember the bruises and fractures, the shouting, and the cold feeling that took over her heart. She told him everything. And, when she was finished and a blubbery, tearful mess, he still kissed her warmly.

Her coworkers must have thought her crazy as of late, being chipper and positive even under the stress of the ER. She even waved to her fellow nurses as she exited the building at the end of her shift. They awkwardly waved back to her, then turned to gossip about how weird her mood had been lately. She pulled out the keys to her car as she walked through the dark parking lot. She let herself get absorbed by her thoughts of all the time they had spent together recently as she reached her car door. The next thing she knew, her head was pushed to the cold metal of the car and she was unconscious.

-

A groan came from deep within her chest as Y/N raised her hanging head. It spun as she lifted it to look at her surroundings. Her hands were tied loosely behind her back. Confused, she pulled her hands out easily and looked at them. She looked around again to gather her bearings. She was in a living room of an eerily familiar empty house, and it made a pit fall in her stomach. She stood and the old curtains hanging from the window fluttered in the breeze. The sunset was creeping over the horizon, making the sky turn a dusty blue colour.

"Y/N! You're awake!" A horribly familiar voice rang from the kitchen entrance behind her. Her heart nearly stopped. A voice she had never thought she would hear again. The smell of alcohol filled the area and she remained still, hoping that maybe if she didn't move he wouldn't see her. "What, baby? Did you miss me?" A rough hand grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. Her ex-husband, James, stood behind her. She choked back a sob but her face hardened as she looked at him. He stood taller than her, but now he was hunched and gaunt, as if it wasn't just alcohol he was consuming anymore. His dark hair was shaggy and tangled and his hand shook slightly as he gripped her.

"What am I doing here, you psycho?" She demanded. He grinned. Why would he kidnap her and bring her back to the house they once shared?

"I forgot how much I love your ferocity," he said, raising his hand. She flinched as he did so, but he moved his hand to his eyes, rubbing them.

"You're drunk," it was more of a statement than a question, at least he was how she remembered him. "How did I get here?" She folded her arms across her chest, trying to act tougher than she felt. Everything that she worked so hard to become could break any second because of him. She felt a buzz in her scrub pocket and froze. Of course he wasn't smart enough to take her phone. A plan began to form and she let out a fake sigh and reached a hand out to him. "I did miss you," she whispered as she caressed his arm. His eyes widened and he faltered.

"You did?" He asked. His brow furrowed. "But you left me and filed for divorce," his eyes started to fill with anger.

"Because you hurt me before, but I know you wouldn't do that to me now, would you baby?" Y/N took control of the situation again, fear coursing through her veins. She couldn't afford to show him how terrified she truly was. She had to take his instability into her favour.

"No, no, no... I wouldn't," he looked down and shook his head. He stared intently at the floor between them as if searching for something, puzzlement taking over his features. "You're gonna stay with me now, right? We can be together again?" He asked. He started to sway back and forth, obviously drunk.

"Of course, James. But I have a favour to ask. Could you get me some food? I'm starved." She asked sweetly.

He looked back at her, the skin around his eyes was bruised slightly and sunken. Realization flooded them. "Of course!! I forgot," he turned and headed into the kitchen where he had a cooler kept. Y/N pulled out her phone quickly and opened her texts with Elijah. She had a missed call from him. She sent him a pin drop of her location and one word: "Help"

She put the phone away quickly as James called out. "I made us sammiches. I thought we could go grocery shopping together tomorrow seein' as we'll be livin' here again," he returned to the living room holding two plastic baggies with sandwiches and two bottles of beer. Y/N sighed at the sight and took hers from him, her smile a grimace.

"Thank you, honey," she used the pet name and watched him as he sat on the floor and tore open the plastic. "How did you know where I was?" She slowly sat on the floor across from him, careful to not seem too anxious for fear she'd tip him off.

"Oh, that's easy," he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth and chewed as he spoke. "I followed you when you first left all those years ago, just to see where you was goin'. Then, I went back recently to see you, and you were in a bar that a bunch of vampires hang out at. I stuck around for awhile, watchin' you, telling the bartender to slip you some vervain in yer drink every night, cause lord knows I don't want them gettin' into yer head. Then, I saw you talkin' to some shmuck in a suit and well, I just couldn't have you chatting up a vampire. An original one, at that." Y/N's heart stopped at his words. She started to shake. "He's been watching me.... he knows about Elijah? About vampires?' She held back tears and he looked at her now, completely serious. "What, you didn't think I'd find out? About a year and a half after you left, I was in a car accident. Drunk driving. Obviously it was me that was drunk. It should've been me that died, not that poor boy." He shook his head and took a swig of beer, "but that done did it. The full moon hit and it was the worst pain I ever felt." He said nonchalantly.

"What are you saying?" Y/N let out a sob, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, honey." He said now, his voice sober and no longer slurring as it was. His act was much better than hers. "I'm saying that I'm a werewolf, tonight's the full moon, and you better run."

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"How long has it been since you've slept." "I heard you scream. Nightmares again?" "Hold my hand. You're going to be fine."

Song: mirrors by pvris

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

i walked through the lounge, looking to all the men and women working on the renovations to the compound. i sipped my coffee and leaned my back into the counter, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. it had been a long few months since id been recruited and things werent exactly easier. i of course was a new hero, pushed onto the team after the untimely demise of one tony stark but we were making it worth it. i had made pretty good friends with bucky after all and everyone said that was hard to do. but then again maybe it was something more.

when i opened my eyes i saw him through the window, taking his morning jog around the building. he had done it everyday since id arrived and he said hed do it everyday until he left again. he had told me at one point though that he was waiting to head back to Wakanda, whatever that meant. all i knew was i got to spend every day with him, training as well as relaxing, amongst a few other things.

he was a smooth talker after all and we often found ourselves flirting over dinner, making the other recruits practically sick. it was a nice change of pace though, id finally found someone with as silver a tongue as myself. it helped for other activities though. i smirked to myself at the thought. when i turned back around to set my cup on the island i jumped, bucky standing on the other side staring at me.

"jesus buck, you gave me a heart attack."

i said, clutching my chest and he laughed, sipping his own coffee, looking at me over the edge of the mug.

"we both know thats a lie."

he said slyly, setting the mug down on the counter. i shook my head, leaning in and resting my weight against my elbows.

"we still on for tonight?"

i said with a wink and he smirked at me.

"arent we always?"

he quipped back and i couldnt help the smile creeping its way to my face. when clint walked in i heard him groan. he had decided to come back every few days to check on training progress and to make sure the renovations were going to plan.

"oh god, not you two."

he said, pouring his own coffee. i laughed, taking a sip.

"is there a problem officer?"

i asked and he sent me a testing look.

"no but i wont be staying, i wouldn't want to impose on whatever this is."

he said, motioning between us.

"How long has it been since you two have slept?"

he grumbled into his mug before leaving promptly. i turned back to bucky who winked at me. the thing is, ever since we'd started training, a spark was shot off and we keep finding ourselves together in bed. even if it is just for a round or two and never a full night. we hadnt committed to anything even close to that yet. that was okay with me though.

"my room or yours?"

i asked, biting my lip gently and i could hear him groan low in his throat.

"definitely yours, if i can wait that long."

he said almost annoyed with himself before strutting back out of the kitchen. i smiled widely, standing back up and returning to my position to watch the magic happen.

°°°°°°°°°

i laid in bed on my stomach and played with the ties on my silk robe. i had been waiting for bucky for what felt like forever and it was starting to get late. surely he didnt forget we were supposed to be doing something, he never forgot. i sighed as i rolled onto my back, worry starting to set in. i sat up quickly and walked around my bed, slipping my panties back on and tightening my robe. i looked to my phone before putting it in my pocket, it was already midnight and everyone else was asleep by now, those that were here at least.

i walked slowly down the dark hallway, side stepping the roomba-like creatures as they cleaned the floors. i drew my brows, not seeing a light coming from buckys room. did he fall alseep on me? even after he expressed his excitement? i almost felt offended. i crossed my arms over my chest before i heard him making sound from the other side of the door. i drew my brows, hearing him whine. i could almost make out soft 'no's. then i heard him scream. i tried the doorknob first but it was locked. then i started banging on the door.

"bucky?"

i called but no answer. i hit the door again.

"buck!"

i yelled but nothing.

"im coming in."

i said sternly, standing back and kicking the door open. everything was dark aside from the red glow of his alarm clock. i saw him stir against his pillows; he was still fully dressed, shoes and everything. he must've fallen asleep.

"no, no, get away from me."

i heard him mumble, his hand opening and closing a few times as he curled into a ball. it almost broke me seeing him like that. i stepped forward slowly.

"bucky?"

i said softly, touching his shoulder. a second later he snapped out of it, sitting upright and clutching my throat. he had the angriest look on his face like he was under some kind of spell. i gasped as i felt my feet leave the floor, reaching one hand to touch his face even at the distance we were at. as soon as i got contact all his memories flooded my mind as i absorbed them, seeing all the torture and pain they had caused him. this is what he was dreaming about. i clutched and scraped at the metal with my other hand before he realized what was happening and dropping me. i fell to the floor, couching up a storm and feeling the tears flowing down my face.

"oh my god, y/n, im so sorry."

he said, touching my back ever so gingerly.

"im so sorry."

he repeated, backing up. i finally caught my breath, placing both hands on the floor in front of me as i knelt down.

"buck."

i croaked out, reaching for him.

"im sorry."

he said again, helping me to the bed. he clicked the light on, making me blink hard against it.

"are you okay?"

he said a little broken and i nodded. then he gasped, standing quickly and walking backwards until he hit the wall. he covered his mouth and shook his head.

"whats wrong?"

i asked, standing and stepping slowly to him like you would a wounded animal.

"i hurt you."

i shook my head as he started huffing, trying not to cry. i grabbed his hand in mine and he tried to pull away. but i persisted.

"bucky look at me, you did not hurt me. i am fine. please just Hold my hand so i can show you."

he gave in slowly and i pulled him back to the bed with me.

"I heard you scream. is it the Nightmares again?"

he nodded slowly, looking to the ground.

"i thought they had gone."

he confessed, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands. i rubbed his back slowly.

"You're going to be fine buck."

he looked over at me with sad eyes and i could see tears starting to form behind them.

"but i hurt you, how can i come back from that?"

i shook my head.

"bucky ill live, maybe with some bruising for a while but im still here. and i still trust you. you were doing so good and doing so much better. you said they were gone after all, at least until now."

he sighed.

"i guess i just had a moment of weakness. my best friend left me again and i just lived through another war."

he confessed and i pulled him in to hug me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. he stiffened under my touch like he was worried hed hurt me again but i understood why. he was scared. hell, so was i.

"you are always allowed to have moments of weakness buck, especially if your dreams look like that."

i said and he pulled away, eyes wide.

"you saw them."

he said in realization and i nodded.

"yeah, i did see them."

i said and he shook his head, a tear finally escaping down his cheek and into his beard.

"im so sorry."

he said, his voice breaking as he began to cry.

"buck."

i said, pulling him back into me and hugging him tightly.

"you dont deserve my demons."

he said shakily, finally wrapping his arms around me. i pet his hair softly,

"maybe not, but they help me understand you and im thankful that i can."

i said just above a whisper, feeling him shake against me. i closed my eyes as we sat in silence. there was a million things i could say but none of them seemed right just yet so i decided against all of them. at the very least he could be vulnerable for a moment, even if it was just a moment. i liked that he could trust me enough to do this though. i sighed heavily, scratching at the back of his neck when i heard him sniffle.

"thank you."

he said softly, pulling away. in front of me was a broken man but i finally understood him as a person.

"you never have to thank me buck."

i said and he shook his head, wiping his face with his shirt sleeve.

"i know we arent exactly like that but i want you to know that i love you."

my eyes went wide.

"of course you dont have to say it back but i want you to know its true. we've been with each other for months and its only now im realizing how much i actually care for you and i just needed you to know that."

he said and i sent him a small smile, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. i could taste the salty tears against his lips and his face hot and flush against my cold finger tips. when i pulled away he finally smiled back.

"i love you too buck."

[voidselfshipp]

Revenge

Cw:violence angst but a nice ending.

Ok to rb

A/n :I let my frustration out on this one, it happends after the first New cómics where fuse is kidnapped And maggie tries to convince him to go back to salvo, he then scapes with lifeline and bloodhound.

--Do you mind explaining me how this happened?--Jerico said pointing at the now destroyed Kings cannion.

--Well,remember Maggie?-- fuse said putting at arm protectively around jeris neck pulling her closer-- yeah well shes out for vengance

--yikes-- octane says concentrated on his game.

Jer sighed pressing a kiss to fuses temple-- well ive got to go and check it out

--There might still be some balanced rocks 'round It--horizon added, fixing newt-- ye be carefull dearie

Jerico laughs and shakes her head-- y'all are babying me too much, ill be just fine-- she kisses Walter and walks to the dropships platform.

High heeled quick steps are heard as loba walks to jeri-- youre forgetting something

She rolls her eyes looking at loba-- you too?

She nodds, and jer playfully groans kissing her.

--Look at you two! So adorable-- wattson coos as lifeline raises a brow.

-- well it looks like old fuse here doesnt like it-- ajay added with a playfull smirk

Jer shakes her head saying her goodbyes and dropping into the destroyed Kings cannyon.

She wrote soundly on her iPad,looking at the damage done by maggies temper trantrum-- banners mostly destroyed, infrastracture of bunker Severly damaged...--she muttered under her breath.

**theres Someone watching**

A voice whispers to jerico as she turns around, knife to the throat of her assailant.

--Jesus christ hound! You scared me!

Bloodhound puts their hands up-- ah im sorry my dear-- they said-- fuse sent me to watch over you...

Jer sighs putting her dagger back in her pocket-- you need to stop sneaking up on me

Hound shrugs-- the gods Will tell me when its my time to go

--And to valhalla youll go if you Keep scaring me like that

They takes her arm and they walk togheter as she keeps doing her work.

--After what happened with maggie,hows fuse holding up?

The tracker pet their raven looking away-- well he seems to be shook, maggie had a bad Effect on him,even now hes still a bit quieter than usual

Jer nodded putting her iPad on her backpack.

Bloodhound tilts their head-- what is it that youre thinking?-- they asked.

--Maggie wont stop until she gets fuse back to salvo..--she trailed off looking at the Mark in her hand.

--You cannot intervene with fate, you know that fully well-- they said,putting a hand on her shoulder-- it is not our place to make that desicion for him, we'll Keep him safe.. one way or another...

Jer shook her head--hound I have to ask you a favor, hand this to crypto--she said handing them her bag-- he'll know what to do,I myself have a bitch to hunt down...

Before they can say anything jerico sprints, knocking over some rocks so they cant follow.

Hound is left there-- May the all father help us all--they whisper walking back to the dropship.

The transmition tower was still intact somehow, with savage Winds she climbs it, her hand presses against one of the cables.

Even bloodhound can feel the waves coming from it as they sit to Sharpen their Knife.

Its like a constant drumming , a war cry.

--Come on...you bitch show yourself-- she whispers to herself eyes tightly shut.

There, the signal is faint, but strong enough for her to follow.

What Will she do when they meet face to face? Shes not sure yet.

Jerico feels the blowing of air of a snout, she turns around and there she was-- oro, you followed me all the way here?-- the dragon grunts unfolding her wings letting jeri Sit on the mount-- its hunting season oro,lets go

The creature takes flight, following the energy signal.

--And you let her go?!-- fuse asked slamming his hands agains the table.

Bloodhound shrugged-- I know better than to get in her way, fitzroy, besides theres nothing I,or any of Us could have said to stop her

Wraith perked up-- I can try and find her, if you want to go after her, the voices should help

Crypto shrugged-- or I could just check her phone tracker

The woman scowls--yeah that can help too

Loba puts a hand on fuses shoulder-- im equally concerned with jerico, but even then, shes a forced to be reckoned with, what Will you say to her when you see her

Fuse just sighed uncrossing his arms-- whatever it takes to Keep her out of this Mess, maggie is vicious and im afraid that jerico May not stand a chance

Meanwhile, jerico grew closer and closer to maggies hideout.

--Okay oro-- she said-- its time for a dive

The dragon nodded flying high up to the clouds,falling rapidly into the water.

With a splash they dive in, swiming under the hideout into a underwater cave.

Jeris adrenaline levels rise, with a firm grip in the reigns she signals oro to come up to the surface.

Oro peeks her head out breathing the humid air.

--there we go girl,stay here--jer climbs up the walls to the underground entrance.

The Doors Open infront of her, somehow they knew she was here.

Walking aimlessly she gets to where maggie was, the energy feels tingly in her fingertips.

The door opens up.

--wally?!--jer exclained-- the fuck youre doing here?

Maggie interrupts him-- well ya little loverboy here came to hand himself in,as long as you Keep breathin'

--What?!

--babe...let me explain-- fuse said walking towards her holding her hands-- shes vicious..you Wont stand a chance and I dont want anything happenin to ya

--But the answer isnt handing yourself in!--jeri added grabbing him by the collar.

Hes about to answer when maggie breaks both up-- say your goodbyes, hes coming with me

Jers body heats up, fists clenched.

Fuse tries to stop her but to no avail -- you think you can just come in here, blow up this place and take my love away?! Youre severly mistaken !

--nice catch wally-- maggie said slightly amused-- kitties got claws, now lissen here--

--No!--Jerico said -- you listen here you bitch, youre not taking him because of your petty revenge!, youre staying here with the rest of your crew, and ill crush you with my own bare hands!, you dont get to walk here like you own the place, like you own me or him!

The walls of the cave start to crack, dust starts to fall--this mountain bends to my will! Youll learn how it feels to be squashed under someones command...

A rock falls onto maggie and her lackeys, jeri walks towards her lifting her face up by the chin,violently-- see how it is down there?, right below us theres some gigantic eels hungry for food, I can feel their energy and they are starving...maybe youll do a nice dinner...or maybe youll give them a bad tummy ache,you rotten sack of shit

--Jerico enough!-- fuse pushes her away with an angry expression.

She huffs looking away.

He turns to maggie, and sighs-- it doesnt have to come to this...drop this and make peace, I cant Keep her down for much longer

The woman scowls and spits at his feet-- ya bloody traitor! Ill have your other arm!, you shouldnt have left salvó! Ill have your and your girlfriends head on a pyke!

Jeri growls making a bigger rock fall ontop of the one maggies under-- you shut up!

Walter sighs looking away-- then this is it...jerico we are leaving...

--what?!-- she says following fuse-- and let her live?!

He looks at her sternly, and as they exit the cave the door to it collapsed.

Back at the dropship fuse entered leaving jerico to cool off on the shore.

--And whats up with those two?--octane asked wraith, fuse and jerico havent talked to eachother in days.

--hes still mad at her, and jerico is too pridefull-- wraith answered in a hushed whisper.

Its midnight now, jerico tosses around her bed,unable to fall asleep.

She then feels a pair of strong arms around her pulling her closer to someones chest.

--Cant sleep babe?--fuse whispered against her ear.

Jeri turns around and hugs him tightly, he strokes her hair and she nodds.

Fuse sighs-- look babe what happened with maggie...I understand...youre mad,and I am tired of her shit...but going lonewolf was dangerous, I... just dont want to loose you--his voice breaks.

Jer sniffes hugging him tightly-- I dont want her to take you away from me wally!--She breaks down crying-- I cant loose you

He hugs her tightly crying with her--you wont,I promise you wont.

Their broken sobs are barely audible, he puts his head on the crook of her neck, sniffing trying to recompose himself--but...I think that ass kicking of yours May help her re-think things.. May I add..ya looked bloody hot while doing it,maybe I need to get ya mad more often

Jeri laughs kissing him-- oh shut up!

He kisses her again, both playfully fighting and wrestling around the bed, finally tiring themselves out falling to the bed.

-- im never leaving ya-- he whispered kissing her.

She nodds kissing back-- yout better Keep that promise up

Both chuckle.

--Night sweetheart

--night wally

[dirt-cup-draco]

Loki X Reader

Requested by the lovely @starofthedawn <3 It’s spooky season y’all! 30 "No?? Of course I'm not scared... who gets scared of... floating objects or... um weird sounds? Not me, that's for sure." 53 "There will be a lot of screaming tonight." 84 "Oh, this isn't a costume, this is my natural state of being." 

Loki watched as you fidgeted in your seat uncomfortably. Tony had just had the bright idea that spending a night in a supposedly haunted house would be a relief from the daily work load of “tracking down baddies and kicking ass” as the billionaire had so eloquently put it. His lips twitched up. The god had seen you go into battle with an iron stomach and steel heart, cutting down people like it was nothing. Yet, it seemed as if you were spooked by Tony’s proposal. 

“My lady Y/N, might you be frightened?” He challenged, eyebrow raising. You flushed and looked away. Steve glared from a distance and Sam looked amused. 

"No?? Of course I'm not scared... who gets scared of... floating objects or... um weird sounds? Not me, that's for sure." You scoffed, extending your legs so you could kick at the plush carpet beneath you. Nat stuck an elbow in your side and you jumped, eyes narrowing at her quickly before shooting back to Loki. 

“C’mon Reindeer games, our brave Y/N is coming, and she is delighted to,” Tony put the words in your mouth and your shoulders sagged. Loki nearly felt bad but it was almost delightful seeing you act in such a way. It was good seeing you had fears, that you weren’t a perfectly graceful, wonderfully brave, sickeningly good hero. The fact that you were fearful of possible spirits in an old creaky house made his heart swell that much more. 

He wouldn’t admit it but you had a piece of his heart that you had obtained, not willingly on his part might he add. He would never purposefully fall for a human. Pitiful meat sacks. 

---

“I need to go see my grandma!” You battled, struggling against Sam who had you over his shoulder, your fists pounding against his back. 

“She’s been dead for seventeen years,” Sam shot back. 

“I can’t forget to feed my pet fish!” You tried again.

“You don’t have one, come on stop being a wuss this will be fun!” Your friend encouraged, smacking the back of your thigh as you wacked his back particularly hard. 

“I left my stove on?” You mentioned in a last ditch effort. 

“You know Stark has some wacky tech that turns everything off to preserve energy,” 

You groaned as Sam set you down and you glared more, your arms folding across your chest as he tossed your bags into the trunk. You stomped around for a second and tried to run past but Loki was suddenly materializing, his arm going around your shoulders. You tensed but your fight was suddenly gone at the god’s touch. 

“You look as pale as a ghost darling, getting prepared for Halloween ahead of schedule?” He teased, his hand dragging lazily from your shoulder down to your elbow and back up leaving you warmer than you should be in the last week of October. 

"Oh, this isn't a costume, this is my natural state of being." You shot back as he set his hand on your lower back, guiding you into the car. You took note of how he stood behind you so you couldn’t try and book it back to the tower. 

Sam was behind the wheel, Bucky next to him in the passenger seat. Bruce and Scott took the two middle seats and Thor sat in the back. That left you sitting next to Loki. At least the trip wouldn’t be a huge bust, you could at least admire your crush. It was childish but he had captured your heart with a single look and you found yourself at his mercy, whether he knew it or not. 

You however, were grumpy that he had stopped your retreat so you took the other window seat, leaving the middle seat for him, his eyes narrowed because he now had to sit next to his talkative brother. 

The first hour and a half was in fact filled with Thor’s booming voice and you nearly felt bad but the blonde god eventually tired and he let his head slump against the window, nodding off. Bucky and Sam murmured to songs and Bruce read while Scott drummed his fingers against his legs, earphones in place, a to a song no one else could hear. 

You let your gaze fall on Loki and found he was already looking at you, suddenly the beauty of the colorful trees and country fell away and you could only think of how his eyes were the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. It had taken you by surprise. You gulped. 

“Are you that worried about the little get away?” He asked, misguided by your sudden intake of breath.

“I think it’s a great idea, really, I just feel like we are asking for trouble like in those movies where the dumb college kids go and get murdered because they thought it’d be cool to camp out, ya know? Like the dumb blonde showers and gets shanked, and the horny couple fucks and gets shanked, everyone gets shanked is my point.” You stated.

Loki was clearly amused and you were sure you hadn’t said anything funny. He was just thinking that you were something else, you could gut a man but you were fearful of becoming a horror cliche. A wicked grin pulled at his features and he leaned in, breath fanning hot against your neck, lips brushing against your earlobe causing you to shiver. “Can we be the horny couple?” 

You blushed deep red and your mouth gaped, you turned to face him and squeaked when you saw the short vicinity. You struggled to find words. Finally you settled on, “Fuck off Loki,” Your eyes darting back out the window. You know he liked messing with you but sometimes you wish he wasn’t. Your flirty exchanges had been going on for a while, him being bold and all but you know it was just to get to you and there was no meaning behind it. It was just how Loki was, sensual yet deceitful. You tried to not let the words get to you.

--

When you arrived, you were the first to undo your seat belt, climbing over Loki and exiting the car, still embarrassed from what he had said earlier. He however fought the urge to pull you into his lap and kiss you breathless, your sweet blush making his heart stir around in his chest. But he let you pass and you went to Tony and Steve who were waiting outside the decrepit house, a scowl on your face. Loki exited the vehicle and hovered around you and the two other men. 

He made a show of letting his eyes roam around the place, taking note of the lake just a short distance from the house, the rest was forest. 

“This is stupid we are all going to get aids or rabies or something,” You grumbled, foot digging at the gravel. 

“We are not,” Steve cut in.

“I promise it’s mostly sanitary, just a little run down,” Tony reassured. “But there is the matter of rooms, there are more of us than rooms and well, everyone else already called dibs, so you and you know who are sharing the upstairs bedroom to the left. 

Loki turned around and looked at Tony. He nearly cheered when he found the man’s eyes were already pointed in his direction. He got to share a bedroom with you. And your cheeks were that delicious shade of scarlet he was becoming so accustomed to. 

You stalked over to Loki, a pout on your full lips as you shared the news. 

"I guess there will indeed be a lot of screaming tonight." Loki teased. 

You rolled your eyes. “Stop being gross, Loki,” His smile fell. Usually you shot right back but all today you had shut down everything he’d said. He honestly wasn’t used to it. Was he being gross? He thought you had liked the flirting. He thought you had some feelings for him, even. Maybe he was wrong. 

Disheartened he got his bags and followed you into the building, the wind chilling his nose. He was glad to be inside. Your comment and the weather had left him feeling quite chilled. 

--

Sam made dinner and a fire was lit inside, tony brought a broom and swept around, making the dust rise. You wrinkled your nose and said you were going to bed early. Loki decided he wouldn’t follow immediately. 

“Jesus, if I thought the kid would be this miserable I wouldn’t have forced her to come,” Tony said regretfully, had rubbing the back of his neck. 

Loki sighed, “It might have actually been something I said...” Everyone’s eyes were immediately on him and he felt small. A chorus of “what did you do this time?” and “what’d you say?” rang out. He didn’t like it but maybe your friends understood why you were suddenly being so cold to him. 

“It was just harmless teasing!” He defended. Wanda was the first one to show some understanding.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I don’t want you to piss her off more,” The woman’s voice lowered. “She really likes you you idiot, ‘harmless’ isn’t so harmless when you actually care about the person,” 

Loki looked around. Everyone was nodding in understanding. “You mean to tell me Y/N has feelings for me?” 

Sam groaned. “I thought you picked up on desires and all that shit,” 

“Not when he is blinded by his own!” Thor chuckled loudly, delighted that his brother’s emotions were being discussed. 

The dark haired god elbowed his brother and sent him a chilling glare before standing. “I am going to retire for the night I think,” 

He was nudged and bumped and a couple people whistled while Steve reminded him to be mindful of your feelings. It nearly made him gag. The stairs creaked and he had to fight the urge to look behind him. He wasn’t scared but he could understand your discomfort with the place. 

When Loki opened the door you were sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at your unopened suit case. “Thinking about leaving?” He said, simply to make you aware of his presence. 

You whipped around and shrugged. “No, everyone wants me to be here, I wont ditch even if this is probably the worst thing I’ve had to do all year.” 

“Ouch, didn’t think sharing a room with me was so terrible,” He tried but worried he had crossed another line. 

“Thats not it Loki, I dont care about that, I just dont like spooky shit, even movies bug me. I haven’t gone to a haunted house since I was fourteen.” 

“You know me,” He said, sitting next to you, “What other monsters are there left for you to be frightened of?” 

You frowned deeply, eyes connecting with his. “You aren’t a monster Loki,” 

He shrugged indifferently. 

“Clowns though, clowns are fucked up. And demons, and ghosts, and-” you sighed. “I’m being silly aren’t I?” 

Loki shook his head. “Everyone has something they fear,” He stated. 

“And what is it that you fear oh mighty Loki?” You asked earnestly but with a jesting tone, leaving him an out. This conversation was nearing dangerous waters and you didn’t want to pressure him into sharing. 

 Loki took a steadying breath. He didn’t mind being honest with you. “That I am damned to be unloved all my life, that I will only be seen as the defective son of Odin, that there is no place for me in this world, nor in Asgard.” 

Your gaze softened and your hand crawled to his. You intertwined your fingers and squeezed gently. “That isn’t true,” you muttered, “You are loved whether you recognize it or not, you have made up for any wrongs committed and you have a place here with m- us, with us....” 

He looked at your intertwined fingers and thought about how yours fit perfectly in his. “Who do you think loves me?” His heart stuttered in his chest. The obvious answer being Thor but he couldn’t be sure that there was any other being outside of his forgiving brother who truly had love for him. The look in your eye made him hopeful though and he suddenly decided that he could push his luck. 

“I am positive you at least have an idea,” You whispered, you pressed your leg against his and looked up at him from your eyelashes. You hadn’t withdrawn your hand yet. 

He could practically hear your heart bursting from your chest and he watched your pulse quicken. Loki’s own heart was working quicker than it had in a long time and he was melting in your warm bubble. The air between you two was charged. 

It didn’t take much and he wasn’t sure who leaned in first but his lip was barely brushing against yours. Your breath hitched and you were nearly afraid to move. Loki gulped and let his hand fall from yours to fall at the nape of your neck as he pulled you against him. You automatically stretched, pressing your chest against his. His other hand went to your hip. 

He experimented and pressed his lips more firmly against yours, his heart thumping when you reacted, your hot breath coming out in a gasp when you chased his mouth with yours. By the time you were sated your chest was heaving and you were in his lap. 

“I’m thinking” Loki spoke, his voice not sounding like his own,”That you might have to tell me one more time who loves me,” 

You rolled your eyes and went to go grab your pajamas but he saw a smile at the corner of you swollen lips. 

“I’m thinking this trip might turn out okay,” You said before walking into the bathroom to change. 

Loki could only grin. 

[skia-oura]

Closing Costs

A/N: Just a fun lil fic about the Ben Trio going house hunting :)

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 Originally from Fairfax, Old Jersey, Cordaline Gables made her home in Norfolk over a decade ago, and has worked in real estate for nineteen years. She double-majored in Business and Transcendence-Age Architecture at the prestigious University of San Antonio. Her expertise is in finding gems hidden in the crooks and corners of suburban Norfolk, but she is additionally skilled at scouting lovely apartments and homes further away from the city center. When she isn’t matching clients to their dream homes, Cordelia enjoys playing recreational badminton with her partner and taking long walks together with their beloved dog, Sniffles. Please place your trust in Cordelia!

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 New Automated Message: New Customer Application Form

NAME: Torako Lam

PARTNER: Yes [2] ; NAME: Bentley Farkas ; NAME: Tyrone Pines

CHILDREN: No

AGE: 27 ; DOB: June 17 3016

PHONE  EMAIL

PRICE RANGE: Up to $350,000  flexible inflexible

LOCATION: Within [75]km from [Niklakka Labs]

SIZE: 450—600 m2

BD: [3+]        

BTH: [1.5+]    

K: [Yes]          

LR: [No]

GRG: [No]

BY/GDN: [Yes]          

à SIZE: 125—175 m2

ADDITIONAL REQUESTS HERE:

--No dimensional subspaces

--Away from magically-charged hotspots

--Customizable Security Systems

--Garden Shed on premises, please

--Large Windows a Plus

Thank you for accommodating us! We look forward to hearing back about the properties under your purview and making our viewing appointments!

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 To: tora@lam.com

From: hello@cordgab.org

SUBJECT: Hello from Homestar Realtors!!

RECEIVED: July 19th, 3042

 Dear Torako Lam,

           It’s a pleasure to make your virtual acquaintance! My name is Cordelia Gables, and I’m your HomeStar Inc. appointed estate agent. I look forward to working with you and fulfilling your needs in this new chapter of your life. I have attached a list of five properties that I think may fit your needs. Please view them with your partners and let me know if there are any that don’t fit your specifications so that we may get them out of the way before viewing the homes in person. I await your reply at your earliest convenience!

 Sincerely,

Cordelia Gables

HomeStar Inc. Realtors

 House Profile 1/5:

1345 16th Avenue

Norfolk, VA 68C 22980

4 Beds  | 2 Bath  |  529 m2  | $298,000

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 A lovely four-bedroom family home, this property includes high-quality faux-wood flooring, recently renovated wallboard, and a lovely spiral staircase straight out of a 2500’s property magazine. The kitchen boasts a brand-new stove and oven set as well as a state of the art StayFridge™ made from the finest recycled materials from North Africa. The front garden is already blooming with the loveliest daphnes, and the entire property is fenced in by rosebushes. The backyard is perfect for the smallest feet, whether those be of children or beloved pets. Don’t forget the stylish and practical EverExpanding Cabinetry installed in every part of the house—you will never run out of storage space! Each bathroom boasts a shower-tub combo, and the upper floor bathroom comes with gorgeous hand-tiled floors.

House Profile 2/5:

195 St. Phillip’s Crtwy.

Norfolk, VA 68C 22980

3 Beds  | 3 Bath  |  501 m2  |  $311,000

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 This three-bedroom, three-story property sits in the center of the city, a mere five-minute’s walk from two elementary schools and ten minutes from the nearest junior high school. While the original structure dates back all the way to 2258, its most recent renovation was completed less than five years ago in 3039. You are certain to love the open kitchen-dining-living room setup that comprises the bottom floor, leaving the remaining three beds and two baths on the upper two floors. Each bedroom has a Magical View Window, with settings that include worldwide destinations as well as the default ‘Real’ setting for those who prefer to stay close to home. Comes with a Laundry Room in an AltBasement. Gardening space and shed included.

 House Profile 3/5:

98 Summer Estates 29¾ th St.

Norfolk, VA 68C 22981

5 Beds  | 2.5 Bath  |  598 m2  | $253,000

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             Don’t let this house’s exterior fool you! This customizable and generous home is sure to make you feel a sense of belonging inside with its cozy ethically-sourced carpets, warm ReelWoodTM paneled walls, and burnished staircase leading to a second floor. This home includes a basement for any storage needs as well as an attic! An antique kitchen with a real non-stasis fridge are sure to fill you with longing for older, simpler times away from the busy heyday of modern life and modern worries. While the garden needs some tender love in the front (perfect for those who love a project!), the back hosts two sheds and plenty of space to grow your own produce!

 House Profile 4/5:

637 S. Felicity Dr.

Norfolk, VA 68C 22982

4 Beds  | 2 Bath  |  645 m2  | $290,000

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             Comfortably situated in the hilly outskirts of Norfolk, this property will let you live out all your rural life fantasies without sacrificing the conveniences of urban living. Located close to a municipal transport station and within a ten minute’s bike ride of a small neighborhood shopping center, this two-story house boasts an expansive front porch and a balcony off the master bedroom. Each bedroom is larger than average, and each bathroom has a shower/tub room separate from the toilet and wash sink. The kitchen is recently renovated with state of the art appliances included in the price of purchase. The grounds around the property are large enough for both a garden and for outdoor activities such as badminton or good old fashioned tag. A basement provides adequate storage space without the hassle of dimensional subspace installment or upkeep.

 House Profile 5/5:

12841 NE 112th Pl.

Norfolk, VA 68C 22981

3 Beds  | 1.5 Bath  |  398 m2  |  $215,000

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             Boasting a reasonably large garden, this cozy home is at the southern end of the city, within convenient distance of a major hospital, a police station, and several schools. Public transportation is not an issue! And neither will be cooking in the quaint kitchenette, set directly across a furnished dining room. One bedroom and half bathroom are on the bottom floor, and the remaining rooms are located on the second floor. Please see the attached images for more information!

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 July 19th

KoraTora

I’ve forwarded you the message the realtors sent me. Objections to any of these before I comb through them for my own preferences?

 DipTipTyrone

i still vote we just shack up with the sheep

 KoraTora

Oh my stars dips that’s

we agreed that’s not a possibility

we would literally go insane

 Bentley:

No, we would go mad almost immediately

Yes what Tora said

Um, looking at them, House 1 is out for sure. You sure you specified no extra-dimensional subspaces?

 KoraTora

You know I did

 DipTipTyrone

i got a perfectly good house up there. antique. ud love it. historians dream. excellent neighbors too. dont pry. no drama.

also protip house3 has some srs bad vibes. I think I actually recognize the basement wallpaper, on second thought.

 KoraTora

????

 DipTipTyrone

Yeah, that striping—oh, that was a pretty good one. Didn’t need to answer a call for the following five years.

 Bentley

In that case, I think we’re not going to do house 3, Tora.

 KoraTora

Ohshit

Whaddya mean, Ben?? Don’t want to live there?? It could???? Be fun!!!!

 Bentley

Yeah no

 KoraTora

Roger that, no worries.

So no to 1 and 3, any others problematic?

Oh wait Ben, u might want to take another look at 2 if u haven’t already.

 Bentley

?

What do you mean, it looked fine?

3 stories are good by me

Sure the counters in the kitchen are ugly in the photos but?

 DipTipTyrone

AltBasement and Magic Windows

u wont like them

 Bentley

Oh

Okay, then 1-3 are all out. You good with 4 and 5, Tora? Dip?

 KoraTora

Yeah I hated 2’s counters too

So I’m good with checking 4 and 5 out for now.

We can always see others after this too!!

 DipTipTyrone

youre the ones actually living there

 KoraTora

Don’t u start on that mister

ur living with us, even if you’re not always around

 Bentley

It’s gonna be your home too, you know

Anyways, I can make time for an appointment next week, Tora, so don’t worry about timing on my end too much

They keep trying to send me home early anyways. Keep talking about PTSD and resting and whatever.

 KoraTora

What happened??

I will drag you home

And lay on you

And make you rest

 Bentley

Nothing happened!! They’re just worried

All the time

…Dipper you did not show up at the front desk.

This is not a good place for you

Dipper

 KoraTorako

Dipper yes!!

But also no!!!!!!

 DipTipTyrone

We’ll be home soon.

Love you.

 KoraTorako

<3

But also that was dumb shit you just pulled

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Appointment Notice

7/21/42

SSA: Gables, ID 980039385

CLIENT: Torako Lam +2, ID 64239

PROPERTIES: House #4428, House #6609

START TIME: 10:30, from HomeStar Inc. HQ

END TIME: 12:30, SPECIAL ALLOWANCE Late Lunch Hour, Gables, ID 980039385

NOTES:

Will initially view House #4428 before venturing out to the outskirts of Norfolk to view House #6609. Hopefully one suffices; if not, consider suggesting Houses #1103, #4345, and #3327.

Potentially choosy clients.

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 Shari Ndadia, 11:28 AM

Cords, I heard you’re back early?

What happened?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:29 AM

My intuition was right, they are uncannily choosy clients

We didn’t even make it into 4428 before one of them stopped still and said ‘No.’

 Shari Ndadia, 11:29 AM

Holy shit

What??

What was it?? It couldn’t have been the exterior. It was so nice in the pics I’ve seen.

You always snatch up the nice ones.

 Cordelia Gables, 11:30 AM

Apparently

The InvisiFence was too magical

 Shari Ndadia, 11:30 AM

What the?

But, like, almost all the houses in Norfolk proper have InvisiFences?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:30 AM

Exactly

Which is why I thought ‘oh thank God we’ve got 6609, no InvisiFence’

And it went well at first, but then I told them about the security system

And the tall one was like ‘oh no’

And I was also like ‘oh no’

 Shari Ndadia, 11:32 AM

Wait

Wait

You’re still at square one with these clients?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:32 AM

Yes.

 Shari Ndadia, 11:32 AM

You? Queen of Sales?

She Who Strikes Yes On At Least One Initial Property?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:33 AM

Like I said: choosy.

 Shari Ndadia, 11:33 AM

What was wrong with the security system?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:33 AM

Not customizable

Though to be fair

They probably were only going to give that house a maybe

They weren’t too thrilled about the stasis fridge

 Shari Ndadia, 11:35 AM

…choosy.

I wish you luck with them. You going to go through our backlog of communal properties yet?

 Cordelia Gables, 11:36 AM

I’m not that desperate yet.

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To: olpink@homstar.com

From: cogable@homestar.com

SUBJECT: Issue with Client Lam [64239]

RECEIVED: July 30th, 3042

Mx. Pinkflax

           I regret to inform you that I have truly exhausted all of our listed properties for Client Lam and her partners. They have refused everything I have offered; I wonder myself if the property they want even exists within Norfolk. Between their confusing and adamant disdain for any kind of dimensional subspace (including things as mundane as storage spaces) and their insistence on customizable security systems, as well as their avoidance and hesitance around any kind of technology that involves stasis in any way, shape, or form, it has been impossible to fulfil their needs with the properties available to us.

           My suggestion moving forward is to either assign them to another Realtor within HomeStar, or to transfer their entire application to another company. If I recall correctly, you are on friendly terms with Lindquist Realtors. Perhaps something in their directory will suffice.

 Sincerely

Cordelia Gables

 To: cogable@homestar.com

From: olpink@homestar.com

SUBJECT: RE: Issue with Client Lam [64239]

RECEIVED: July 30th, 3042

Cordelia,

           Are you sure there’s nothing? You’ve gone through the communal backlog? I’ve looked over the application and I have some thoughts. What about House #7421? Or #8577? They’re a bit above price range, but I believe they could work.

 Olive Pinkflax

 To: olpink@homstar.com

From: cogable@homestar.com

SUBJECT: RE: Issue with Client Lam [64239]

RECEIVED: July 30th, 3042

Mx. Pinkflax,

           With all due respect, I have met with this trio every day for the last week. I dug into the backlog. I have recommended over 50 properties and shown them about a third of those. I was close with #4443, but the damn pet flap and subspace pet room killed it. If I don’t get a break from dealing with these very nice, very terrible clients, I will explode. The brown haired one has taken to very poorly concealed laughter whenever the hoodie-mask one refuses to set foot on the property. I cannot.

           If you have ideas of properties that would suffice, please be my guest. It would be nice to get back into the practical side if things, wouldn’t it?

 Sincerely,

Cordelia Gables

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 OLIVE PINKFLAX

Senior Realtor

hello@pinkoliv.org

Phone  HomeStar Inc. Messaging

 Born and raised in Norfolk, Olive Pinkflax hasn’t always wanted to be in the real estate business. They studied History of Architecture and Design in Georgia at the University of Savannah with the intent of pursuing a career in either graphic design or interior decorating. They then went abroad to work at non-profit agencies for a total of five years—in which the job market back home changed, largely at the fault of the Recession of 2978. Due to a lack of job openings, however, they eventually took a secretarial position at UniqNorfolq, a small real-estate business. There, they learned the tools of the trade due to insufficient staffing. By 2995, UniqNorfolq had become HomeStar under Pinkflax’s capable hand. While still small, they have grown the company into a name synonymous with quality, perseverance, and dedication to their clients. When not busy at their company, Pinkflax enjoys painting at home and doting on their pet rat, Squeakums.  

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 Client Transfer Notice, HomeStar Inc. Realtors

7/30/42

CLIENT: Torako Lam +2, ID 64239

ORG SSA: Gables, ID 980039385

NEW SSA: Pinkflax, ID 980012114

REASONING:

Client Lam and her partners have proven to be challenging cases. As this is the case, I have decided that the current best course of action would be to handle their properties personally. Attached to their case file are a list of all the properties that they have been recommended and shown, as well as notes describing their reasons for discontinuing interest. I am open to collaboration and ideas.

Pinkflax

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 July 31st

KoraTorako

We’ve been transferred to another Realtor at HomeStar, guys. Apparently it’s the owner of the company.

Bentley

I was afraid this would happen.

We’re being so picky.

DipTipTyrone

Better to be picky now and end up with what we want later!

A quickly made deal is always worse for the receiving party. Better to bide our time.

KoraTorako

Yeah, what Dip said

Also, of course we’re picky??? We’re traumatized.

We’re allowed to be picky, even if they don’t know why.

Bentley

I mean…I could live with a subspace we’d never use, I guess

KoraTorako

No

DipTipTyrone

No

Bentley

Why??

It’s my hangup

KoraTorako

You’re already compromising on stasisware

Bentley

We can always replace that!!

KoraTorako

So?? It still makes you super uncomfortable for completely valid reasons.

I still think we shouldn’t compromise on that.

Bentley

If we didn’t compromise on that

There would be nothing in Norfolk

I’m starting to think there is nothing with our current demands

The house on Clement was cute, wasn’t it? It was nice!

DipTipTyrone

It had the subspace pet flap

Bentley

That we’d never use!!

KoraTorako

You looked ready to start sparking

Or glittering

And also you had that ‘I’m on the edge of reexperiencing all of my recent traumas’ face on

Bentley

If I can deal with everything in daily life

I can deal with a pet flap

KoraTorako

But it’s our home

You shouldn’t have to deal with it at home

This is supposed to be a safe space.

DipTipTyrone

Home isn’t daily—ok Torako got me.

Bentley

It’d be better than the apartment we’re living in right now

Which

If you remember

Is where I got kidnapped from

DipTipTyrone

I do keep mentioning we can live with the Sheep

KoraTorako

You make a fair point, Bentley But also, this is a house we’re going to be in for a long while

Let’s make it worth it, ok?

Bentley

I

Fine, whatever

KoraTorako

I don’t want us to live here either

If we need to we can, I don’t know, AirDrop an apartment for a couple months

Keep our stuff in the apartment so that we don’t have to move it all immediately

We can make this work, Ben. We can have our steak and eat it too.

…

Bentley?

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Appointment Notice

8/03/42

SSA: Pinkflax, ID 980012114

CLIENT: Torako Lam +2

PROPERTIES: House #7421, House #8577, House #2468, House #1697

START TIME: 12:30, departure from HomeStar Inc. HQ

END TIME: 15:30, departure either from House #1697 or from HomeStar Inc. HQ in best case scenario

Starting with Houses #8577 and #7421 on the very outskirts of Norfolk, we will work our way into the center of town where both House #2468 and #1697 are located. None of the properties have any listed subspace technology integrated into the premises, none of them have magically-powered fences or windows, and only one comes equipped with a stasis fridge. Will make offer to replace fridge with an older but still highly functional device free of charge if the property is accepted.

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Client Profile Update

DATE:8/03/42

CLIENT: Torako Lam +2 [Bentley Farkas, Tyrone Pines]

CLIENT ID: 64239

CLASSIFICATION: Buyer

SPECIFICATIONS: Listed below

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PROPERTY RECORD:

SSA: Gables, ID 980039385

 House #1212: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Extra-dimensional installations and heavy reliance on Magitech Appliances. [detail: Kitchen Appliances, Cabinetry]

 House #3958: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Extra-dimensional installations and heavy reliance on Magitech Appliances. [detail: Alternative Basement, Windows]

 House # 2249: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Basement wallpaper and house history. [detail: 2950’s owners were heavily involved with the Cult of Futures Past, Decorative Preferences]

 House #4428: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Heavy reliance on Magitech Appliances [detail: InvisiFence surrounding property. Client Farkas refused to cross the boundary, saying “No” nearly immediately. Apparently sensitive to magical energy. Caution moving onwards is advised.]

 House #6609: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Security System installed in the property is incapable of being customized. [detail: Client Lam has expressed that a non-customizable security system is out of the question. Furthermore, Client Farkas expressed discomfort with the Stasis Fridge. Caution moving onwards is advised.]

 House #1033: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Interior did not align with Client Decorative Preferences. [detail: shag carpeting, loud wallpaper, windows too small]

 House #3290: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Security System installed in the property is incapable of being customized.

[detail: Client Lam somehow pieced together the security code engraved around all the doors and windows, researched it, and discovered that the code is unalterable without starting over completely from scratch. IE, a warding expert carefully sanding down the inscribed code and then re-installing it to customer specifications. The House Profile has since been updated. Client Lam has since expressed that she would be open to having an initially insecure home to make secure herself. Uncertain if actually qualified to do such work.]

 House #5533: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Household Electrical Wiring is too reliant on MagiTech. [detail: Client Farkas, again, expressed his distaste with the whole affair immediately upon entering the house by saying, “No,” and walking out again. How he noticed the wiring through solid wall is a mystery for the ages. Sensitivity to magic alone cannot explain it.]

 House #7567: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Interior did not align with Client Decorative Preferences. [detail: Upon seeing the decoratively engraved floorboards up close, Client Pines recoiled and uttered, verbatim, “The day I spend any significant amount of time in this accursed home is the day I lay waste to the whole of humanity.” Apparently the script contains excerpts from the original Twin Souls literature. Housing detail has been accordingly updated.]

 House #2675: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Interior did not align with Client Decorative Preferences. [detail: Apparently, Clients Lam, Farkas, and Pines are not fans of rooster-themed kitchen décor.]

 House #1181: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Basement too reliant on MagiTech and extra-dimensional subspace technology. [detail: The basement was a secret basement. Client Pines stared at the living room floor for an uncomfortably long time before raising his head and telling the SSA, “You might want to be careful opening that.” Property Owner has since been alerted and advised to proceed with caution.]

[UPDATE 7/29: Property has been pulled from the market while police reopen a case and conduct an investigation.]

 House #4482: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Interior did not align with Client Preferences. [detail: 3 bedrooms minimum is non-negotiable and the bathrooms were too cramped]

 House #5319: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Interior did not align with Client Decorative Preferences. [detail: They don’t like the color of the walls. Note to stay away from overly bright greens and yellows in the future.]

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 House #5497: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: House Address. [detail: like many other clients before them, the prospects of living at 6969 Dickinson Straightway appear to have caused the clients to decline this particular property.]

 House #9569: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Building Materials not up to Client Standards. [detail: After showing the clients around the property for fifteen minutes, Client Lam hummed, squinted her eyes at the nearest window, and said, “Does that window look like somebody could break through it to you two?” The next five minutes were spent by Clients Lam and Pines discussing the fragility of triple-reinforced glass against various potential weapons, tools, etc {not limited to but including demonic powers, a bazooka, and a thumbtack} while Client Farkas sat down on the floor, put his gloved hands over his face, and muttered a nearly unintelligible “I’m sorry” to presumably the SSA. These clients are hopeless.]

 House #4443: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Pet Flap and Pet Room are too reliant on extra-dimensional subspaces. [detail: Client Farkas stared at the pet flap, turned around, and put his hand on the SSA’s shoulder before saying, “No,” and walking out. Housing information has since been updated to include the unlisted Pet Room.]

 House #3944: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: Unclear. [detail: Client Lam, in the emailed response, simply said, “Look, we’re all tired and this house is too square(?) for {Client Pines}, so we’re just gonna give it a couple days before trying again.”]

[SSA is going to file for a transfer of client.]

 SSA: Pinkflax, ID 980012114

 House #7421: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Distance.

Detail: Too far from nearest transporter station.

SSA Comments: Clients appeared pleased with most aspects of the house. As per SSA Gable’s consultation, Client Lam appears most concerned with matters of household security. Client Farkas is harder to read, due to constantly wearing sunglasses, a hoodie, and a surgical mask despite the weather, but does not hesitate to make his opinions clear. Client Pines is…a mystery.

 House #8577: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Décor, House Layout, Location.

Detail: Housing does not come with security, but the spackled walls and ceiling are apparently difficult to do the variety of warding Client Lam is used to. Layout is, according to Client Pines, confusing. House 8577 is also apparently on the edge of a minor magical hotspot, as Client Farkas has confirmed.

SSA Comments: The difficulty in getting the clients a suitable home is evident. Client Farkas appears to be the biggest wildcard, despite his consistency in what he refuses. There simply does not seem to be a reliable way to ensure that the properties will not set him against them and are simultaneously up to other standards shared by all three clients.

 House #2468: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: House Size, presence of Extra-Dimensional Subspace, Décor.

Detail: At 780m2, the premises were too large for upkeep. While Client Pines seemed to disagree, offering to do more cleaning in exchange for snacks and ice cream, both Client Lam and Client Farkas weren’t convinced enough to ignore the décor (the elaborate crown molding is too “ostentatious” and “creepy,”) and certainly not when the non-disclosed extra-dimensional subspace was discovered in a false wardrobe.

SSA Comments: After the clients left, I investigated. Inside the subspace, kept pristine likely only by the fact that time does not pass quickly within those places, was an additional bed and a luxurious bathroom. The style of bedsheets and drapes indicates that the subspace was installed nearly a century ago, which seems odd seeing as subspaces in those days were unstable and tended to disintegrate. On a different note, this time it was both Clients Pines and Farkas who balked at the presence of the subspace. Take note to pay more attention to reactions in the future, and to survey properties properly before visitations.

 House #1697: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Security System.

Detail: Client Lam disagreed with the validity and effectiveness of the existing security system, and upon a close study of it (25 minutes), declared that it would be too difficult to properly alter and that removal would only be slightly easier.

SSA Comments: I would pay for the removal myself if it made these clients buy the house. There were no other issues with it. Upon my making the offer out loud, Client Lam laughed and said, “No, no, that’s all right! I’d rather find something a little more ready first!”

 House #2292: Declined w/o viewing.

Reasoning: House Layout.

Detail: House is built like a townhome, with a main room and bathroom on each of its 5 levels; Clients professed concern regarding the kitchen being on a separate floor from the living and dining room.

SSA Comments: Unfortunate. The building fit all of their specifications—the security system installed is simple to both customize and remove, there are miraculously no extra dimensional spaces on premises, and the only significant presence of magical technology in the entire property is the mailbox, which can be replaced at a very low cost. We investigated ourselves. Client Lam, their partnership’s point of contact, did say that it was a close call, but that ultimately they would only purchase when completely satisfied.

 House #1357: Viewed, but declined.

Reasoning: Décor.

Detail: Client Pines felt the colors were too ‘smorple’ and ‘floreen’ and several other descriptors that do not appear in any dictionary. When asked if he had noticed the issues when viewing the profile sent to them, he confessed that the colors simply ‘were different in person.’ Client Lam agreed that she didn’t appreciate the tile flooring in the kitchen. Client Farkas was quiet.  

SSA Comments: I hate to admit it, but I know a lost cause when I see one. Do they even want a house?

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 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: olpink@homestar.com

Attached: ClientRecord64239.qbf

SUBJECT: A Professional Request

RECEIVED: August 7th, 3042

Dearest Qilar,

             I hope that this message finds you well. How is your family doing? I (and Squeakums, for that matter) look forward to our bi-weekly dinner and movie. I know you’ve discussed that the last full moon has left you feeling worn out, and I look forward to relaxing with you for a night.

           I write this message in the hopes that you would be amenable to taking on a client of ours. Unfortunately, we have been incapable of finding a property that would completely satisfy their desires. We have exhausted our listings. I know that you have several properties in Norfolk, and even those close to major terminals outside of Norfolk. I also know that you like a challenge.

           Attached is the client file for your information. Names and personal information have, of course, been redacted. They will be readable upon your agreement to take these clients on. The clients have of course been notified about this possible course of action. Should you decline this case, I would be more than understanding.

 Well wishes to you and yours,

Olive Pinkflax

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 To: tora@lam.com

From: hello@qilarlind.org

SUBJECT: Welcome to your experience at Lindquist Realtors!

RECEIVED: August 10th, 3042

 Dear Ms. Lam,

           Hello. My name is Qilar Lindquist. You and I have not had the pleasure of meeting, but I am sure that when we do, it will be wonderful. As you may know, my good friend Mx. Pinkflax conveyed to me their concerns that they didn’t have the property best suited to you in their register. However, with access to a larger company such as Lindquist Realtors, they hoped that you would have more success. If you are still obliging, I am more than happy to take you and your partners on as clients of Lindquist Realtors. It would be thrilling to find you the house you and your partners have been dreaming of. Please respond to this message as soon as you are capable, so that we may begin the process.

 Sincerely,

Qilar Lindquist

Lindquist Realtors

 -

 QILAR LINDQUIST

Senior Realtor

hello@qilarlind.org

Phone  Lindquist Realtors Homepage

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             While not born and raised in Norfolk, Qilar Lindquist has been settled in this fine city for the past 20 years. A born werewolf, Qilar has always wanted to follow his parents’ footsteps. He succeeded as well, opening up a new branch of Lindquist Realtors in Norfolk at the tender age of 28. He studied business, architecture, and chemistry at the University of Des Moines. Intelligent, quick-witted, and charming, Qilar Lindquist is dedicated to serving his clients in any way he can. Outside of work, he is involved with the local community theater and can be found volunteering at various non-profit goodwill organizations around the city. His husband often joins him in these endeavors.  

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 August 13th, 3042

Chat with Saint Akuapem

6:36 PM

Thank you for the scones the other day. Hepsa enjoyed them.

So did I.

How is house-hunting going?

6:59 PM

Sorry, still working that Thompson case.

Thanks for working with me on it.

And the house hunting’s not going so great.

7:12 PM

Of course. You’re bright. I like hearing your input.

Just not situated to be a public officer of the law.

What with your friend.

7:13 PM

I know.

7:13 PM

I’m sorry to hear it is not going as well as hoped.

Would you like to talk about it?

7:14 PM

The realtor company you recommended couldn’t find anything for us

So we’ve been transferred to another realtor.

7:15 PM

Nothing? Really?

What realtor?

7:15 PM

Yeah, nothing. Lindquist Realtors.

7:16 PM

Hepsa says they are good. You are in good hands.

7:16 PM

Yeah, we had our first house hunting today.

I’m just worried it’s going to go nowhere here as well.

7:18 PM

Sorry for saying but. I find that hard to believe.

You will find a house.

What are your specifications?

7:19 PM

Ummm 3 BR 2 BTH Defs LDK

450-600 SQM

Garden with like 100-200 SQM?

No Magitech if possible, no exdim subspaces at all

Security system gotta be customizable or not there at all

We can be a little picky with décor sometimes

And house gotta be sturdy

There’s probably something else

7:26 PM

I see.

That would be difficult.

Are you willing to compromise on anything?

7:27 PM

Price. I put down 350k but if it gets me the house I want

Then I’ll pay more.

7:27 PM

Understood.

Where are you staying now?

7:27 PM

Still in the apartment

Got the lease to finish

Hate it but until we have somewhere else

7:29 PM

…how is Bentley?

7:29 PM

He’s stressed.

With the house, and being here

He’s always having nightmares

So tired all the time

Insists on going to work though and I cant talk him out of it

I want to get a house for him

But I don’t want him to have to deal with all the shit he is in the apartment

He doesn’t see himself as important enough to take care of, sometimes

So I have to take that into account

7:32 PM

What exactly is going on, Torako?

How is Bentley not taking care of himself?

7:32 PM

Like, it’s not that I don’t understand where hes coming from

I get that I might be being a bit unreasonable

But he keeps saying ‘oh I can just DEAL with having an exdim subspace in the house’

‘never mind that it’s a huge trigger for all my trauma’

‘and that I sometimes cant stop looking at it just to make sure its still there and im still on the reality side of things’

‘ill just wear my magic-cancelling glasses all the time’

‘and be unable to sleep from the headache’

‘it’s not that big of a deal, torako, let’s have the magitech here that hurts to look at too much’

‘who cares, it’s just a fridge torako!! Not like it was used to TRANSPORT ME to a FOREIGN COUNTRY so that a MADMAN could CONDUCT EXPERIMENTS ON ME to the point that I almost took FATALLY DRASTIC ACTION’

He keeps saying he’ll just put up with his trauma like it’s a minor inconvenience!!

And he shouldn’t have to do that.

Not in a house that’s our own.

7:36 PM

Bentley was what now.

7:36 PM

Oh right

You didn’t know that part

7:36 PM

You went to get him.

7:36 PM

of course

I love him

7:36 PM

Therapy?

7:36 PM

Bentley? Yeah.

Hell of an NDA.

7:37 PM

No, you.

7:37 PM

She’s the only other person who knows everything.

Like, everything everything.

wait what?

7:37 PM

Torako.

I think you’re not doing as well as you think you are.

7:37 PM

Bentley was tortured

I wasnt

7:38 PM

I’ll believe you on that.

But you still devoted yourself to finding him.

And he was tortured, and you have to deal with the consequences of that too.

7:38 PM

???

7:39 PM

You sound stressed, Torako.

And scared.

7:39 PM

Maybe a little

But Bentleys more important rn

7:40 PM

I would say you’re both equally important.

Sorry, Torako, Hepsa is calling me; we’re going to a late night movie.

I’ll keep my eye out for you.

7:40 PM

OK

Thank you

I really appreciate it

 -

 Client Profile Update

DATE:8/15/42

CLIENT: Torako Lam +2 [Bentley Farkas, Tyrone Pines]

CLIENT ID: IMP64239

CLASSIFICATION: Buyer

CAUTION: PICKY, SPECIFIC, UNCOMPROMISING

SPECIFICATIONS: Listed below

…

LINDQUIST REALTORS PROPERTY RECORD:

SSA: Lindquist, ID 109A854D

…

…

NEW UPDATES 8/15/42

 HOUSE ID: 798A 209X

ADDRESS: 389 West Hampton Drive

SELLER: Mx. Adelaide Hanson

STATUS: DECLINED

NOTES: Unfortunately, despite attempts to the contrary, the clients were not impressed with the security system. We discussed it at length at Lindquist Realtors and felt it sufficient, but Client Lam insisted quite sternly that she needed to have full control over the system. RapierSolutions is a top of the line system. I tried to convey that to Client Lam, but she refused to hear sense. “I need to be able to alter it,” she said. “If I can’t alter it, it’s a no-go—especially with those weak windows and the shallow hinges on the entryways.” Mx. Pinkflax was not kidding around when they said Client Lam was a bit controlling over safety specifications. Possible paranoia?

 HOUSE ID: 665D 187L

ADDRESS: 9821 NW 4736 PL

SELLER: Mr. and Ms. Nakatani

STATUS: DECLINED, INACTIVE

NOTES: We combed the premises for subspaces personally. Nevertheless, Client Farkas quietly pointed out that there was a secret bunker hidden under the premises, and that it spanned the entire property. While he hastened to assure us that it wouldn’t be that much of an issue, Client Lam overheard and insisted that they wouldn’t buy any property with extradimensional subspaces. When Client Farkas attempted to tell his partner that they weren’t going to use that garden gate anyways, Client Lam shut him down. Client Pines also wandered over from where he was inspecting the brick wall of the garden, said “This place might be cursed,” and waved his partners cheerily off of the premises.

Upon notifying the authorities as required by law that there may or may not be a curse on the premises, the police shut down the premises. Any attempt to contact Mr. and Mrs. Nakatani beyond alerting them to the existence of the subspace has been unsuccessful.

UPDATE: the extradimensional basement is now the scene of a crime. 665D 187L is now under government jurisdiction.

 HOUSE ID: 278K 396V

ADDRESS: 421 Wildstar Avenue

SELLER: Mr. Fegelhorn and Mr. Gil

STATUS: DECLINED

NOTES: Client Lam, predictably, criticized the ‘astounding lack of security’ in the warding system, the ‘structural instability’ of a perfectly good cellar window, and the presence of a stasis fridge on the premises. Client Farkas was silent. Client Pines said that he ‘liked the staircase’ but that the upstairs bathroom tub was ‘too small for his preferences.’ Naturally, the clients declined the home.

 HOUSE ID: 525P 792S

ADDRESS: 98 Maplefarm S. Street

SELLER: Mrs. Polinski

STATUS: DECLINED, INACTIVE

NOTES: Surprisingly, it was not Client Lam or Client Farkas who had reason to decline the property. This is probably because Client Pines, five steps past the garden gate, hissed and bodily hauled his partners away from the grounds. When asked what the matter was, he snarled out in the most terrifying voice something about unquestionable evil and the screams of the undead. As required by Law, we have notified the authorities.

UPDATE: Property is now under police jurisdiction. Norfolk Government Demonologists and Exorcists evacuated the entire block for a full 48 hours. It seems Mrs. Polinski was being possessed by a terribly old demon, Hyutgen the Voracious and had been for an undetermined amount of time.

What is up with these Clients and finding horrific crime scenes?

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August 15th, 3042

Chat with Handsome <3 <3 <3

5:28 PM

Darling, what’s up?

You seem to be staying late at the agency today

As of late, really.

Is it The Clients?

5:57 PM

I’m so sorry.

Yes, it is.

This is much more difficult than anticipated.

Olive called it a challenge and I was foolish enough to think I had it in the bag.

The Clients are insatiable.

There’s always something wrong with the properties. Always.

And they keep uncovering properties as crime scenes??

6:03 PM

I’m so sorry darling.

6:03 PM

I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Bayani.

I’m so tired.

I’ve shown them over 30 properties, personally.

6:04 PM

Do you want to talk it out?

I can get your favorite dinner together

We can curl up on the couch

Put on some Strandson

6:05 PM

You know what?

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

I’ll be home in 10 minutes.

6:06 PM

See you soon <3

6:06 PM

<3 <3

 -

 To: tora@lam.com

From: hello@qilarlind.org

SUBKECT: Realtor Change Notification

RECEIVED: August 16th, 3042

 Dear Ms. Lam,

           My apologies in advance for the contents of this email, though I hope it finds you well. Unfortunately, due to my position as head of company, I am unable to continue being your Realtor. I have transferred you to the care of one of my very capable senior agents. Mx. Ya-en. I hope that you understand, and that Mx. Ya-en can see to your needs better than I have.

 Sincerely,

Qilar Lindquist

Lindquist Realtors

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 HARLEY YA-EN

Senior Realtor

hello@harleyyaen.org

Phone  Lindquist Realtors Homepage

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             Harley Ya-en, despite xir elderly age of 84, is one of Lindquist Realtor’s most capable senior Realtors. A psychic who can read auras, Harley Ya-en is capable of anticipating the client’s needs and emotions. This allows Mx. Ya-en practical insight into which properties will suit a buying client’s needs. Xe also has a wealth of knowledge regarding the Norfolk area due to living here for the past 50 years, and is a font of trivia sure to satisfy the most curious of souls. Xe lives with xir husband and wife, and enjoys taking road trips—

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 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: harleyyaen@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: LOL NO

RECEIVED: August 17th, 3042

 Qilar,

           Holy fucking shit you do not pay me enough for this. You have to transfer them. I cannot work with these clients.

Sincerely,

Harley

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 To: harleyyaen@lindquistrealtors.com

From: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: LOL NO

RECEIVED: August 17th, 3042

 Harley,

           What happened?? What did they do??

 Qilar

 -

 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: harleyyaen@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: LOL NO

RECEIVED: August 17th, 3042

 Qilar,

           They didn’t do anything in particular. They’re just impossible clients—I’m thinking it’s not even their fault, entirely—and I have read their file. Even with that, I was hesitantly down for the challenge until I saw their auras and interacted with them today. I am Not Doing It. I am too old for this. Give me another assignment.

 Sincerely,

Harley

 -

 To: harleyyaen@lindquistrealtors.com

From: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: LOL NO

RECEIVED: August 17th, 3042

 Harley,

           I’m sorry, I need more explanation than this to take you off immediately. I handled a week. So can you. You can’t use your age as an excuse all the time.

 Qilar

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 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: harleyyaen@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: LOL NO

RECEIVED: August 17th, 3042

 Qilar,

           Fine: here it is.

           I only got the two Clients. Client Pines was, as they said, out on important business, who knows when he’ll be back. Something was fishy about that but okay, I won’t pry, and these two are setting me off on edge a little as is so maybe it’s just that.

           Then the more I interact with them, the more I realize that Client Farkas’s aura is just fucking weird. Bananapants, CocoNutPuffs, whatever you want to call it. It’s all muddled and patchy and a headache and a half to read. It’s like somebody took his aura, threw out most of it, and stuffed a bunch of excess aura in to fill the gaps. There’s no way he was born like that, and there’s no way whatever happened was pretty (or probably even painless). He’s definitely trying, though, so I figured aight, we’ll see if we can’t compromise with this whippersnapper.

           The problem is Client Lam.

           Client Lam doesn’t want to be pleased. Client Lam, for whatever reason, is terrified. And overprotective of Client Farkas. And she’s absolutely looking for reasons to be disappointed, or she’s at least seeing shadows where there are none. We could present Client Lam with a fortress and she wouldn’t be satisfied. My bet is that whatever happened to Farkas’s aura was traumatizing, and Lam was impacted by that trauma. I showed her two viable properties at excellent prices with wonderful locations and an astounding lack of extradimensional pockets or Magitech gadgets, and she found fault with them. Neither were crime scenes, thankfully.

           You may want to assign them with somebody who has experience—but you could also use this opportunity to show some junior realtors how tough clients can be. Also, the junior realtors might not be so entrenched in the practice, and they could have some excellent ideas.

           Or you could just…send these clients to somebody else. Your choice. I’m just not dealing with it. They’ll drive me into an early grave if I take this too seriously, and you know how I get.

 Sincerely,

Harley

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 To: tora@lam.com

From: hello@amarshir.org

SUBJECT: Realtor Change Notification

RECEIVED: August 18th, 3042

 Dear Ms. Lam,

           Hello! What a pleasure it is to meet you. I’m writing to inform you that unfortunately, Mx. Ya-en is unable to continue handling your case. The upside is that I am able to do so in xir stead! My name is Amar Shirvani, and I’m going to be handling your case from now on. I’m excited to work with you and your partners, and hope that you are as excited to work with me! I promise I will do my best to help you achieve your housing dreams!

 Yours,

Amar Shirvani

Lindquist Realtors

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 AMAR SHIRVANI

Junior Realtor

hello@amarshir.org

Phone  Lindquist Realtors Homepage

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             Native to Norfolk, Amar Shirvani is the youngest member of Lindquist Realtors at 22 years old. He recently graduated from the Offet University of Business with honors. While not the most experienced, Amar brings exuberance and creative thinking to the team at Lindquist Realtors. He has been involved with volunteer work from early childhood due to his parents—

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 TweetyFlaps Trending

#clientwoes

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself

@Silverforks

So I’ve got a kind of sort of customer service job, right. And so far it’s been fine! I’ve had ok clients. And then Bossman slides me a paunchy one cross the table and I start to understand #clientwoes for the first awful real time. 1/ 10:48 AM        23 AUG 3042

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 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

2/ i know from the start its gonna be a Ride. Like, chalk and candles intensity. Client file is thicc w/rejected properties (im in housing). But I’m game!! Im always game, you know me haha. Unfortunately… 10:50 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

3/ these are clients from hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were actually demons in disguise. Here to torture me. For something. I aint actually ever summoned nothing. But like, it’s unreal how BAD this exp has been. 10:51 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

4/ for 1, they all look normal expt one of them. Head to toe, covered. Would think was vampire, but that’s usu specified in reports. Nobody’s seen his skin other than flashes. Aight, tho, I aint prejudiced, i’ll roll with it. 10:53 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

5/ so they super picky clients, right. I thought nah, they cant be that bad!! Just haven’t hooked the right worm yet. So I pick out a coupla worms (houses) that I think they might enjoy and hoo boy was that a chore, but im satisfied! Spoiler: they aint. 10:56 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

6/ they aint never gon be satisfied. #1, not-vampire client mentions v v quietly to me that sorry, theres a thing he cant deal with on premises, but mb they can still keep it in mind?? But (super good hearing???) another client hears and squawks about it. he aint having it, apparently.   10:58 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

7/ and then third client (Harpy) hears bc squawk, and she SUPER aint having it, so we just go to the next house. And the next one. And—u get it already.   10:59 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

8/ and like, im patient. Im pretty lowkey. But today’s house was—perfect?? There was nothing wrong with it. Client Hoodie didn’t say nothing bad. Liked the rooms. Client EllieEars don’t complain bout no weird curses or dead bodies or bad décor. But Client Harpy?? Client Harpy is impossible. 11:02 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

9/ u kno what she said?? She said, and I repeat: the front door is too thin.

The front door. Which is a solid 5 cm of wood (real!! Wood!!). is too thin. It’s “Insecure”. 11:03 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

10/11 I didn’t say it bc im a good worker, but I really wanted to go off on her. She’s impossible. This is the worst assignment ever. Ive worked so hard my soul’s gonna feel it 5 carnations down.   11:05 AM        23 AUG 3042

 world aint gonna end til I end it myself                            

Replying to @Silverforks

11/11 srsly. 5 cm of solid wood!! Insecure. Unbelievable. #clientwoes 11:05 AM        23 AUG 3042

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 August 23rd  

Bentley

Sally Mihn at work sent me this.

You might want to take a look.

https://tweetyflap.com/silverforks/status/1199679934986810752

 DipTipTyrone

oh boy

that’s about us alright

 Bentley

Yeah

It is

Torako

We need to have a fucking talk

 KoraTorako

We do need to have a talk with the realtors

That’s unacceptable

 Bentley

What we need to do with the realtors is apologize

What we three need to do is discuss what the fuck we’re doing

 KoraTorako

No, that was completely unprofessional

And what do you mean, what are we doing?? We’re looking for a house.

 DipTipTyrone

I’ll take care of the tweets for a pack of gummies

 Bentley

No, Dipper

Torako

We have been house-hunting for a month

We have looked at over 200 houses by this point

 KoraTorako

Thanks dip but probs not

 Bentley

And you have said no

To all

Of them

We need to fucking compromise

 KoraTorako

Compromise on what?? Our safety?? Our comfort?

 Bentley

No, on your unachievable standards

 DipTipTyrone

Oh

Oh no

 KoraTorako

Who says they unachievable??

 Bentley

The 200+ houses we’ve looked at to dismiss out of hand!

 DipTipTyrone

This is a fight, isn’t it

 KoraTorako

I’m just making sure that whatever we get will be safe!

 Bentley

Most of them HAVE been safe!

You’re just being STUPIDLY overprotective!

 DipTipTyrone

oh no im the

im the middle party aren’t i

 KoraTorako

I am not!

 Bentley

Yes you are! You need to trust me to make choices for myself!!

 KoraTorako

Well, I would if you weren’t so insistent on ignoring your own wellbeing!

 DipTipTyrone

How does one mediate

 Bentley

I’m just trying to find a fucking house! I’m trying to meet them in the middle!

 KoraTorako

Not on that you shouldn’t!

 Bentley

It’s MY choice!

 KoraTorako

And it’s MINE TOO!

You shouldn’t be in an environment that causes you to have so many fucking nightmares!

Like you are NOW

 DipTipTyrone

Uuuhhh shit shit shit um

You’re both right and both wrong?

 Bentley

Love you, but Shut up dip

And maybe I’m having nightmares because we’re still in this fucking apartment

 KoraTorako

I told you we could stay at another Rental until we found a house!

And shut up dip, im the right one here

 Bentley

You’re the right one???

We can’t solve everything with money, Torako!! And at the pace we’re going, we’d be in that rental place until our current lease is up Next January

 DipTipTyrone

…maybe this is an in-person convo?

 KoraTorako

I just want our house to be safe!! What if something happens again?

 Bentley

It won’t fucking happen again! Fantino was a one-off. I haven’t pissed off any other researchers overly invested in their research lately!

 DipTipTyrone

What about that one guy at work?

Wait no ignore that

 KoraTorako

But it MIGHT! We! Don’t! Know for sure!!

 Bentley

We don’t know that it WILL happen, Torako!

You need to just let this stupid fucking paranoia go

 DipTipTyrone

Uh

 KoraTorako

Stupid?? Fucking paranoia??

 DipTipTyrone

Bentley that was not uh

Not good

 KoraTorako

It’s not paranoia if it could happen again. It happened once.

I can’t forget that, Bentley. I can’t forget going to open that door and finding it unlocked. I can’t forget opening the apartment to you being gone, and to the wards being destroyed, and to everything I thought was keeping us safe not actually keeping us safe.

I’m not doing that, Ben.

The house we’re getting?? Is going to be fucking safe, and I am going to make it that way.

 DipTipTyrone

Torako…

 Bentley

Look, I get that

But there were ways of making the houses we looked at safe that you weren’t willing to entertain.

That one, with the green roof and the cute staircase?? That was totally viable. We absolutely could have torn the security system out with no trouble.

We literally have Dipper to do that for us.

But you said no! Like you said no to the one with the nice garden, and the one with the really big open windows.

I just want a house, Torako.

It’s not even like we’re necessarily going to live here forever? So if it’s not perfect, I’m ok. I just want somewhere to live that’s not the apartment.

 KoraTorako

And I just want us to be safe, Bentley.

I cant do this right now.

I have to go.

 DipTipTyrone

Is it over?

…fuck it isn’t, is it.

Fuck.

 -

To: hello@qilarlind.org

From: tora@lam.com

SUBJECT: Important

RECEIVED: August 23rd 3042

 Dear Mr. Lindquist,

           Hello. I’m writing to inform you that one of your employees—I’m assuming our current agent, Mr. Amar Shirvani—vented about my partners and I on a public forum. Here is the link: https://tweetyflap.com/silverforks/status/1199679934986810752

           While I understand that we have not been very accommodating clients—myself particularly—I don’t believe that this appropriate behavior. Venting is important, but the place where Mr. Shirvani chose to express his frustrations wasn’t the right one. Please convey this to him for me.

           I don’t want him to lose his job. He’s young and hasn’t learned this particular lesson yet. But I also find myself hesitant to keep working with Mr. Shirvani. Would you be willing to either transfer us to another realtor, or recommend us to another company like Mx. Pinkflax did? I would really appreciate it.

 Sincerely,

Torako Lam

Private Investigator

.

-

 To: tora@lam.com

From: hello@qilarlind.org

SUBJECT: RE: Important

RECEIVED: August 24th 3042

 Dear Ms. Lam,

           I’m very sorry to hear about what Mr. Shirvani did. We’ve discussed the incident and he understands the impropriety of his actions. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

           While I believe that we have exhausted our properties here at Lindquist Realtors, I am happy to recommend you to a few other businesses in the Norfolk Area. They’re smaller, but perhaps they have the specific kind of property that you are looking for. I will do my best to put in a good word for you. Should that fail, I will personally endeavor to find you the house you need.

 Sincerely,

Qilar Lindquist

Lindquist Realtors

 -

 August 24th

Chat with Reynash Pines

11:01 AM

Hey Reynash

Can I ask you a question?

11:02 AM

What a surprise to hear from you via text!

Usually you just pop in and scare my soul out of my chest.

But for your question-- please ask

There’s nothing to do at work at the moment.

11:02 AM

Wouldn’t you usually leave?

Or have things changed again without me realizing it?

11:03 AM

Oh no, normally I would

But I have an appointment at 11:45 that I have to stick around for.

What’s your question?

11:04 AM

Torako and Bentley are fighting over housing.

We’ve told you about the house-hunting, right?

11:04 AM

Oh dear. Yes, I know.

Why are they fighting?

11:05 AM

Trauma. I think. They didn’t say themselves.

But I think it’s trauma.

Anyways, that’s not the important part.

What’s important is how do I help them?

11:06 AM

From the incident back around May?

Oh dear.

Are you sure that’s not the important part?

11:06 AM

Mostly.

Anyway. I just need to know how to mediate.

I haven’t mediated in…

In forever?

I can’t remember.

11:07 AM

…why are you even asking me?

11:07 AM

Because not many people know me as me

And you’re one of the only people who has known me as me for a significant amount of time and are also NOT ben or tora

And also you’re pretty calm mostly except when I show up and scare you

11:09 AM

Well

In my defense, I think most people would be scared if you showed up out of thin air and yelled strange things like WHAT YOU CRAVIN or whatever.

11:10 AM

Are you…sassy?

11:10 AM

Possibly

Back to your predicament: mediating

Have Bentley and Torako been able to talk to each other in person about this?

11:11 AM

No :(

They’ve been very quiet around each other at home.

And Bentley’s going on a trip soon.

So they won’t have a chance for a while.

Do they have to??

11:12 AM

It’s just easier to mediate when you’re all there.

Basically

They have to have the conversation, right?

Your job as mediator is to make sure they stay on task

And that no thoughtlessly cruel words are said.

11:12 AM

So they can say mean things

But they can’t mean the mean things?

11:13 AM

Okay, let me rephrase:

They’re mad at each other. They might say mean things that just hurt each other. Words that are meant to hurt each other.

They should not do that.

That does not help the conversation.

11:13 AM

Oh

Hm

So if one says the other is being stupidly paranoid

That’s where I say no, stop?

11:13 AM

Right.

11:14 AM

And if the other says one is being needlessly reckless with his own mental health

That’s where I say no, stop?

11:14 AM

Er

Maybe not, depending

Is he being needlessly reckless with his own mental health?

11:14 AM

I don’t know? Maybe? How do I tell?

11:15 AM

I can’t believe I’m saying this but

We might need to have this conversation face to face.

Please come he0-awekjhwel

11:39 AM

And remember what we discussed

And the pamphlets I sent you

And also please remind Torako and Bentley that Lata would like to see them sometime next month if they’re able to.

11:39 AM

Thanks Ray!

I really appreciate everything

Sorry for making you scream!

 -

 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: simonkhoo@khoohootrealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: Professional Request

RECEIVED: August 25th, 3042

 Dear Qilar Lindquist

           Thank you very much for the request. I’m honored that you would consider sending us clients that you yourself could not satisfy. It honestly instills an incredible, renewed sense of capability in us here at Khoohoo Realtors.

           Upon viewing the file you sent, however, one of my junior realtors raised concerns that these particular clients may be too difficult for a firm of our moderate size to adequately deal with. Between yourselves and HomeStar Realtors, these three clients weren’t satisfied. That, to us, is a bit of a red flag. We reviewed their specifications in comparison to our own catalogue, but don’t believe we have anything that they would be interested in actually buying. Therefore, in the interest of saving everybody a great deal of time and energy, I must admit that we cannot at this time take on your clients.

 Have an excellent day,

Simon Khoo

Head of Khoohoo Realtors

 -

 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: lancefraiser@dreamhomerealtors.com

SUBJECT: RE: Professional Request

RECEIVED: August 25th, 3042

 Dear Qilar Lindquist

             Thank you very much for this request.

           Unfortunately, we don’t have the time or patience for clients that would require a great deal of energy. From the looks of the file you attached, that seems to be the case with these clients. Therefore, in short, no.

 Yours,

Lance Fraiser

Senior Realtor

DreamHome Realtors

 -

 To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

From: naitafellen@redfinrealtors.com

Attachment: 2042-PoliceRecoverKidnappedManwithHelpFromCivillian.qbf

SUBJECT: RE: Professional Request

RECEIVED: August 27th, 3042

 Qilar,

           Long time no talk, friend!! Wow it’s been a while, I guess we’ve both been busy. I know this is a professional request and all, but we should get drinks or something!! I hear there’s a great alfree bar that’s just opened up downtown. Apparently it has killer drinks, and it of course it doesn’t have alcoholic stuff so you’re good to drink whatever.

           I took a look at the client rec you sent me, and hoo boy they’ve sure got a record! RedFin usually takes whatever, and you know that, but I don’t actually think we can get them anything?? I’d feel bad chucking properties at them that I know they won’t like. I think they’ve already checked out like three quarters of Norfolk lol. Talk about trying to summon with a broom and a lighter!

           Also, they really remind me of this one tweety I read recently? Oof, if that was one of your kiddos who posted it, you should really tell them that’s a bad call—both for them and the clients. These clients aren’t going to get anything in Norfolk, not with that popular tweety paired with that record. And if it gets out that your kiddo was the one that posted that??? Aint nobody gonna hire them, not with all this client confidentiality and all at stake. Gotta be careful what you post online, even when it is venting.

           Yo, but hey, hope you find somebody for these clients! They seem like they got some scary baggage. The one who nopes around magitec and exdims reminds me of something I read in the news a while ago—it was an article that was hushed down p quickly out of respect for the victim, but I still got the doc. I’ve attached it if you want to read! It might even help you figure stuff out with your clients, even if they aren’t the same.

 Let’s meet up for drinks sometime!

Naita Fellen

Owner of RedFin Realtors, Norfolk

Senior Realtor

 -

 August 27th

KoraTorako

I just received an email from Qilar that he’s going to continue to handle our case, but that it may take a while to comb through what properties they have left.

I said it was fine because Bentley’s off on a trip.

 DipTipTyrone

Great!!

This seems like a good time to have a heart to heart, don’t you think?

 KoraTorako

I, uh, what?

 DipTipTyrone

Bentley’s doing nothing right now! Bentley, talk

Bentley, talk or I’ll make you talk.

Bentley I know you’re at your hotel.

 Bentley

Oh my stars dip

What??

 DipTipTyrone

You guys argued a lot last time we really had a discussion

And you’re angry

And you need to talk about why you’re angry

So that you have a healthy conclusion to your argument

And so that you understand each other’s viewpoints better.

It’s important!

 KoraTorako

But why…now?

 DipTipTyrone

Because you sent that message

And I’m sure Bentley’s feeling vicious about it

 Bentley

No I’m not!

 DipTipTyrone

Yes you are

I can see your aura, and while it’s difficult to read, you’re very dlskajlkwjelkjewnsd;nlab

Aslkdjgwaelkl;kwa;ljk

Dlkjaw-000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

 KoraTorako

What the fuck

 DipTipTyrone

You can’t take my phone away from me!! Ha! I win!

 Bentley

You can’t just half slide through the wall so that I can’t tell you’ve blipped in!

What the hell??

 KoraTorako

Okay okay so youre serious about this

Fine

What do you want us to talk about

 DipTipTyrone

Your feelings, I guess?

Like, Bentley. Tell us how you feel about Torako’s latest message.

 Bentley

You’re not my therapist

 DipTipTyrone

No, but we’re family

Which means communication

So tell us.

 Bentley

Uuuuuggghhh

Fine

Torako, that email proves why it was stupid to just dismiss all the properties as soon as we saw them and I feel vindicated but also tired

 DipTipTyrone

Hey, um, you gotta cut all the negativity against the other person out of your message

Try again!

 Bentley

…

The email proves that it was wrong to dismiss the properties without really thinking further about them. I feel vindicated. I feel tired.

Happy?

 DipTipTyrone

Better!

Torako, your turn!

 KoraTorako

Oh my stars are we really doing this

This is so stupid

 DipTipTyrone

Do it

 Bentley

Yeah tora, do it

If I have to, so do you

 KoraTorako

Fine

I’m just tired, ok?? This has taken so much longer than I thought it would. And I know I’m at fault for some of it!!

But I’m sick of Bentley falling to the pressure of ‘picking’ because it’s what’s expected of us. I don’t want him to feel scared or uncertain or uncomfortable in whatever house we pick, even if we’re only there for a couple years until we can pay off the place.

 DipTipTyrone

Thank you Torako! I don’t see any unnecessarily hostile language in there, so that’s A-OK, you pass. Bentley?

 Bentley

I just feel bad because everybody’s trying so hard

And we’re being so hard on them

And sometimes I just don’t understand why you reject the houses? So what that the security system isn’t perfect. I don’t mind going to the effort of pulling it out and starting it again. Heck, I would pay Dip to do it easy!

 KoraTorako

But that’s not your problem

That’s a me problem

I just…I want it to be good from the beginning. I want it to work from the start so that we don’t have to worry about it.

 Bentley

But that’s not going to happen

Sometimes you have to work to make something work for you

And if we gotta do that

I’m fine with it

 KoraTorako

I…I guess

I’m still not completely comfortable with that

 Bentley

We can work on it together

And hey

If I promise to not say yes to houses that make me uncomfortable will you promise to give things like security systems and house integrity a chance?

Like, not dismiss them immediately?

 KoraTorako

…yeah. I can do that, I think.

 DipTipTyrone

Good!! I’m glad we had this discussion

You know, I’m a pretty great mediator!

 Bentley

Dipper I watched you leaf through those pamphlets during the discussion

But yeah

Thank you, dipper

 KoraTorako

Thank you, dipper <3

 Bentley

He’s blushing!!

Compliment him more

 DipTipTyrone

No!

Stop ganging up on me!

 KoraTorako

You’re so cute, Dips!!

 Bentley

The cutest

Aw, he’s glowing

 DipTipTyrone

I should have let you keep fighting

 -

 August 29th, 3042

Chat with Saint Akuapem

4:12 PM

Torako, how are you?

Hepsa says hello

Are you still looking for houses?

4:15 PM

Yeah, we are

Say hello back for me

I’m ok, but a bit tired.

4:15 PM

Excellent

A parent of one of Hepsa’s students mentioned that their mother passed away recently

And that they were willing to sell the property

It seems the mother was afflicted with a curse that prevented her from using most Magitech

And she didn’t trust extra-dimensional spaces

It was a family home, so there are 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a nice garden.

Would you be interested in looking at it?

4:17 PM

Are you fucking serious.

Yes please, a thousand times yes

When can we look?

4:18 PM

Let me ask Hepsa to ask for me.

4:49 PM

Would you be available tomorrow afternoon?

3:30 PM.

 4:51 PM

Oh gosh oh yes

What’s the address?

4:51 PM

Just meet me at our apartment.

We will walk you over.

4:51 PM

Officer you really are a saint

I could kiss you

4:52 PM

Bring some more of those brownies. It’ll be even then.

 -

 “So? What do you think?”

           Torako trailed her fingers across the mantle for the fireplace. It was a real one; apparently, pure electric fireplaces were hell to install and more hell to maintain. There were no runes carved into the rough brick, no faint thrum of magic that Torako could now pick up if she closed her eyes and concentrated really, really hard.

           The whole house had very little by the way of magic.

           “It’s…” Torako looked down at the fireplace proper. It had been cleaned, recently, shiny in the way that old things gleam when properly taken care of. The house had been loved, she was sure of it. “It’s not bad.”

           A touch to her elbow. She looked over at Bentley, whose eyebrows were quirked. “Torako. Please. Be honest.”

           She hummed, turned to lean against the mantle and look out the big windows that provided a view of the garden space. Unmaintained, a little wild. They could put a vegetable patch there, she thought. Maybe a couple fruit trees.

           “I’m not a fan of the front porch steps,” she said, “or the ramp. It’s a bit rickety.”

           “We can fix it up,” Bentley said. He paused, tilted his head, then gave her a sly little grin. “Or at least, we know somebody who works cheap for that kind of thing.”

           “Hey, you can’t let me hear that,” Dipper said from the other room, where he was laying flat on the ground with his ear to the floorboards. “My prices might go up.”

           “Is it all good over there?” Bentley asked in lieu of answering. Torako looked up at the ceiling, where runes or wards or protective magics would be. Magics that would be hers, so they would hurt less to Bentley’s sensitive eye.

           “No creepy basements filled with cadavers or slaughtered cultmembers, if that’s what you’re asking,” Dipper said. Thankfully, Illya had left them to look over her dead mother’s home one last time, so there were no surprised gasps or queer glances. “Though we may want a couple rugs. I think this floor gets cold in the wintertime.”

           “Windowpanes are a little thin,” she muttered to herself. Her fingers tapped against her leg. “Could stand to be a bit more reinforced—though the French doors are probably okay, they seem sturdy enough—”

           “Torako.”

           Bentley’s warm hand slid over the one on her leg. Torako looked at him again. He peered at her over the rims of his oversized sunglasses, golden eye shimmering just a little. “Is there anything seriously wrong with this place? Anything that can’t be fixed?”

           Torako pressed her lips together. The aching anxiety in her chest pressed against her sternum. She tried to ignore it, and the thoughts of shadowy figures cutting through the glass panes, burning through the front door, squeezing through the cracks in the floorboards to steal Bentley away from—

           “Hey,” Bentley said, soft.

           “Hey,” Dipper said, a little brighter and brasher. He took her hand in his human hand. “We’re here, okay?”

           Torako turned her head to Dipper, brown eyes crinkled at the edges (and when had he put wrinkles on?) and grin still just a little too wide for human mouths to stand. She took a deep breath, and exhaled.

           “No,” she said. Bentley inhaled, sharp. “No, not no no! I just meant, ugh, there’s nothing I don’t like about this house that can’t be fixed. That no. Not the ‘let’s not do this’ no.”

           Both of her boys relaxed on either side of her. “Yeah,” Bentley said. “Yeah, I thought this was a good one, too.”

           She twisted her hand in theirs so that she could hold them.

           “Plus, it’s like, dirt cheap,” Dipper said. “Who knew that buying a house without a Realtor handling fee would result in such a bargain?”

           “Okay,” Torako said, a grin starting to pull at the corners of her mouth. The sunlight from the window was warm against her feet, reaching up to soothe the phantom pains in her shins from all those months ago. “Let’s tell Ilya.”

           It would be a good home.

 -

To: olpink@homestar.com

From: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

SUBJECT: FWD: Thank you for your help

RECEIVED: August 31st, 3042

I don’t know whether to be furious or relieved. Mostly I’m just tired.

You up for dinner tonight?

Qilar

 >>To: hello@qilarlind.org

>>From: tora@lam.com

>>Attached: NewHouse+US.png

>>SUBJECT: Thank you for your help

>>RECEIVED: August 31st, 3042

>> 

>>Dear Mr. Lindquist,

           >> I email you to thank you so much for all your assistance. I don’t think we would have gotten as far as we did without you. Due to this journey, my partners and I realized some very important things.

           >>As you might have realized based on the name of the attachment, my partners and I have found a house through one of our acquaintances! It was lovely and off-market, and I probably wouldn’t have said no if it weren’t for our experiences with everybody at Lindquist Realtors and HomeStar Realtors. Thank you so much for your time and effort and energy, and I hope that you have a chance to relax now that we’re out of your hair.

>> 

>>Thank you again,

>>Torako Lam

>>Private Investigator

 -

 From: olpink@homestar.com

To: qilarlindquist@lindquistrealtors.com

 Qilar,

           What the fuck, even. Truly. What the fuck.

           I’ll bring the sparkling apple cider.

Olive

[cheddar-the-dog]

b99 the podcast episode 5:

ain‘t no heist like a halloween heist

@jake-and-ames and I have summarized what we think are the highlights of the fifth episode of the brooklyn nine-nine podcast. maybe those of you who can’t listen to the podcast for whatever reason can profit from it a bit

under the cut as usual

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Part 1 with Melissa Fumero, David Phillips, Cortney Carrillo

they expected the heist episode to be a one-off thing but the reception was so good they decided to do more of these episodes

inspiration were Halloween episodes of different shows

eventually it was a given that there‘ll be a heist episode

there is a video of Mel geeking out because she‘s on a harness going through the ceiling in S1 like in Mission Impossible

there’s generally a lot of MI elements

the Halloween episodes are especially long shoots

shooting the Handmaiden scene in S5 took so long that Mel started texting with a friend and they did astrology charts of people and analyzed them together

initially in the 3rd halloween heist the woman opening the door on the 16th floor was supposed to be Kylie but the writers didnt feel it was right so they changed it

they didnt plan Terry hating heists to use that as a tactic later on but they realized in S5 that they could use it in S6

roman numerals are used for many things in the writer‘s room but they only stuck for the heist episodes

for one of the heists (sorry I didn’t catch which one) they tried emulating the Ocean‘s 11 score

when Holt explains the whole flutist thing there is a flute playing in the background

there’s a “Babysitter’s Club” theme when Amy and Rosa team up and there’s a few instances when Mel and Steph tried sneaking in the theme song

HalloVeen: the cold open is Mel‘s favorite

‘you’re being so mean do it harder’ was an alt-line and thats how that bit became a thing

the Jake/Amy dynamic in HalloVeen is a throwback to early Jake/Amy dynamics

Andy ripping Andre’s shirt open and vice versa was done in one take

where does Bill come from? the writers felt like they wrote themselves into a hole with Bill because they worried it wouldnt be funny or they wouldnt find an actor who could make it work

but they saw the actor for Bill walk into the audition room and they knew it would work with him, and he can imitate Joe very well

there were theories about next heist winners: Kevin or Cheddar

SPOILER: Scully‘s medical probems will be explored a bit more in S7

there weren’t a lot of people in the room when the proposal was filmed but a lot of production people came down before the filming, including Dan Goor - it made Mel realize that it‘s a meaningful moment and she says she wont forget how she felt

Andy came up with the “I love how you pretend to love Die Hard” line

they mention Andy‘s heart eyes and they talk about them and that one panel, when a girl in the audience asked him to look at her like that and she burst into tears immediately after

everyone loves how in the wedding what made Jake cry is Amy saying “your butt is the bomb“ and how he responded with “you’re my dream girl”

“Kevin and Holt should get their vows renewed” - MEJ

Part 2 with Alexis Jacks, Chris Call, Walter Eckert

property master is in charge of everything an actor touches and interacts with (watches, phones, computers, glasses, jewelry etc) not interior design in itself though

art director: overlooks the look of the show (sets, costumes, paint, architecture, design) makes sure it all gets done

set dressing and constructing: build sets and dresses it (sofas, tables, carpet etc)

costume department: 10 people (shoppers, continuity supervisors, fittings and dressers)

the characters have closets so the costumes can be reworn and give the characters and the show a “normal people” vibe

stuff gets changed mid-week and in the beginning people had to change a lot of things or scrap everything they compiled so far and start over so now they make drafts first because they expect changes mid-week before they start

if there’s bigger things that are needed the departments get a heads-up, also for calculations and adjustments

the B99-seamstress (they call her Monina so I’m assuming it’s Monina Arellano) is very low-key but a fast and impeccable worker and “a master” at what she does. she came to B99 after Parks ended

The Bullpen is a standing set (meaning it’s there the full year)

Shaw’s bar is a stage over but it gets taken down and sent away each season because they use that stage for different sets

The builders can construct and deconstruct stages in less than a day

a lot of props are get ordered online but many things are built from scratch

The cake in the cake shop was a prototype constructed of the Die Hard DVD Boxset (it comes in a Nakatomi tower) covered in fondant and a figurine scaling down on a string of licorice

the actual cake was never fully constructed, they built the shell of the broken tower in pieces, and laid them on the floor and then stuffed them with real cake

Gina’s statue was made of hard density foam and then spray painted

Cinco de Mayo Terry was spray painted and the clothing was color matched

Cummerbund: they created 2 belts with different inscriptions for HalloVeen

The belt in 6 was remade because they couldn’t find the original anymore

Terry wears suspenders because they wanted him to have a retro detective look and no jackets to show off his physique

Jake’s jeans are more often than not Andy’s own jeans

Holt wears either his uniform or navy suits to echo his work uniform

Rosa can run in her heeled boots but the show is not always accurate to actual work life and a real life detective would most likely not wear heeled boots to work

“Boyle is a Boyle” with tones of beige, butter and brown. the whole family wears it, even Nikolaj

Amy wore pant suits and now her uniform which is, like in reality, ill-fitting and when she’s out of work, Costumes try to put her in very casual clothing

the utility belts are super heavy so now it’s just foam and rubber. and there are belt keepers that snap the utility belt to the belt of your pants because otherwise you would have to strap it so tight that you cant move or it would pull all your clothing down with it (it carries a gun magazine, a baton, handcuffs, belt keepers, pepper spray, the Walkie-Talkie [case], a gloves pouch, taser etc)

the NYPD tasers are yellow but props went with black ones

props handle all real and fake weapons as long as they’re not automatic ones. then they’d have to bring in an Armor, a certified fire-arms specialist

they never used a real gun so far but air soft guns are used as the guns while shooting and gun shots are added in post

Props is also responsible for animals

there was a time when Props could go to a pet store and rent a hamster, shoot with it and bring it back now there’s an animal trainer for any animal you can think of

animal trainers have headshots of their animals as well and someone has to look at them and choose which animals they want to cast

[mirohed]

kim seunghun | love me, love me not

pairing: kim seunghun + gender neutral reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: hanahaki au + angst 

synopsis: daffodils represent unrequited love. is that why you keep coughing them up?

warnings: implications of suggestive content, descriptions of illness (and mention of surgery), mention of alcohol

playlist: love me, love me not.

a/n: happy birthday to me!! im glad i finally got to finish and post this (its,,, been in my wips since at least february LMAO) !! they prob wont read this but i wanted to thank my irls for dealing w me and my kpop bullshit (esp bc none of them stan ygtb 😔)

It's getting worse.

Your knuckles turn white, gripping the porcelain of the toilet. Tears and blood alike fall into the bowl, disturbing the gentle peace of the water. You pound at your chest, the action causing you to hack up yellow daffodil petals stained suspicious red. It's a monotonous process at this point. Pound. Cough. Pound. Cough. Repeat until the damned coughing stops.

It takes ten minutes before you return to normal. Or at least as normal as you can get. You got lucky this time.

You watch the petals spiral downward into the gaping hole in the toilet and get flushed away.

Being with Seunghun wasn't always accompanied by a tightness in your chest and petals tickling your throat.

june 19, 2005; 2:52 PM.

"I wanna grow up," you had grumbled, your hands squeezed around the chains of the swingset. You and Seunghun had been riding your bikes for the first time since getting the training wheels off. You had sped down a hill ("First one down’s a rotten egg!") and lost control, falling off and scraping your knee on the pavement. He rushed you to your parents' house, supporting your weight with an arm around your waist. The two of you had settled for playing on the swingset in your backyard instead.

"Me too," he said. "I think." He'd been rocking forward and backward on the swing, eyes focused on the blades of grass underfoot.

"You think?"

"I don't know." You stayed silent, trying to gain as much height as possible with your uninjured leg. "I don't wanna grow up and stop being friends." That got you to stop right in your tracks, your leg planted on the ground.

"What?" You sent an incredulous look his way. "Why would we stop being friends?"

He had let go of the swing, his hands finding his lap. "Some of the older kids stopped being friends when they grew up," he mumbled. "I don't wanna stop being friends, but neither did they..."

You got off the swing, limping over to him and wrapping Seunghun in the biggest hug your six-year-old arms could muster.

"We're gonna be best friends forever. Don't forget that."

"Best friends forever." If he wrapped his arms tighter around you then, you didn’t pick up on it.

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i had fun today :^))

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i wanna adopt a puppy!!

[09:55 PM] huniebee🐝: will you promise to help me take care of it

You brighten as the messages come in, your phone's vibrations distracting you from the way your throat clogs.

[09:56 PM] you: ofc

[09:56 PM] you: well be the best puppy parents the worlds ever seen

[09:57 PM] huniebee🐝: wait i need to send the pics from the pet shelter

[Attachment: 8 images]

You save each picture, cooing over the puppies you got to meet. This time, you only get a precious few minutes of relative clarity before things get too distracting to ignore. You return to the bathroom with a resigned sigh that devolves into a fit of coughs.

You cough and retch and cough some more. By the time you're done, there are less petals and more blood in the toilet bowl. Your chest still feels full of something you can't quite spit out.

Then you hack up something new: a bloody stem with wet flowers still attached.

There's nothing left to do but cry, your whole body wracked with pain both physical and emotional.

august 29, 2011; 3:15 PM.

"Today was fun," you said, making yourself right at home on Seunghun's bed. Your new backpack hadn't lasted more than a couple minutes in his house before getting neglected on his carpet. Your best friend hummed in acknowledgement, already sitting at his desk with his workbook out. "I'm glad we got to meet some new people," you continued, "but that Hyunsuk guy? Seems like a major pain in the ass."

"Give him a chance."

"I know, I know. I will. But still," you huffed, “it was his first day too. No need to act like a know-it-all."

"I know. But it's the first day. Maybe he'll even himself out with time."

The conversation ended there, and you spent some time staring at his ceiling fan, the blades going round and round in a big, beautiful blur. Before long, you had grown bored, looking over at him only to see his pencil flying across the paper.

"Hey. Let's go to the mall and get pretzels." Seunghun spun around to face you, a foot stopping his chair from going too far.

"Sure," he gave a placid smile. "Do your work first."

You groaned as loudly as you could, sounding much like a petulant child straight out of elementary school. (Which was more or less the truth, but you thought you were better than that.) After a few minutes of uninterrupted whining and failing to get Seunghun to break, you spoke up. "Why do I need to do my work? You're Mr. Hardworking, Mr. Teacher's Pet."

"We're in middle school now," he had said, and you remember thinking you were in for a long lecture, "and pretty soon, we're gonna have to go to high school and take entrance exams and decide which university we want to go to and..." He averted his gaze, put down his pen. "We need to start growing up."

"We're still young," you reasoned, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the side of his bed. "If anything, this is our time to experience things and, you know, make mistakes before we become adults!"

He was silent for a few long, agonizing moments, long enough to make you think you'd won. The pretzels were within reach; all you had to do was ask for them.

"I call a compromise."

Shit. Compromises were common in your friendship. Seunghun was always a little too good at stopping you from making stupid decisions. The worst part was that you could never argue with them. "We go to the mall to get pretzels—my treat—if, and only if, you do your work. We don't go until we're both finished. Deal?"

You opened your mouth, determined to pick the proposal apart, but his reasoning was (unpleasant, yet) bulletproof. Instead, you reached for your backpack with a heavy sigh. "First of all, fuck you. Second of all," you said, tugging your own workbook out, "you're impossible."

"I know. Do your work."

"Fine."

The math problems had been difficult, definitely harder than you were used to, but doable. If anything, the greasy mall pretzels that were way too salty to be healthy made it all worth it.

Seunghun gets understandably very worried when you text him from the hospital, but he comes to see you nonetheless. In his arms is a bouquet of daffodils.

"They symbolize friendship," he says, setting it down on the table next to you. You stare at the pristine yellow petals and flatten your lips in a tight smile. How ironic, you think, that he doesn't know they also symbolize unrequited love.

"The doctors wouldn't tell me why you're here. Classified information, they said." That much is true; nor much is known about the disease outside of shitty romance movies with unrealistically happy endings. Seunghun always believed in them. You never did.

You don't think your story's gonna have a happy ending.

You didn't want him to know anyway, lest he worry. (And you don't want to think about what would happen to your friendship if he found out he was the cause of it all.) "You don't have to tell me," he begins, sitting himself down on one of those rigid hospital chairs, "I just wanna know if it's bad. Like, well...you know.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Terminal."

"Like if I'm gonna die?"

"Yeah," he rubs the nape of his neck, a bit abashed, "more or less."

"I don't know. Sure hope not," you chuckle. That brings on a coughing fit, and Seunghun looks on, brows knit together. He moves close to offer what little comfort he can, but you hold your hand up to stop him; having him near will only make things worse.

Petals threaten to spill out of your mouth, and panic bubbles in your chest when he asks if you're okay. Your doctor, bless her, chooses that moment to enter. She shooes him out "to speak to you in private." Seunghun, to his credit, obliges and flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up as he goes. You try to mirror his expression (and hope your smile isn't more of a grimace).

The door closes behind him with a soft click. "Friend of yours?" the doctor asks.

You spit the blood-stained petals into your hand, your doctor graciously looking the other way as you toss them into the trash. "You could say that."

october 4, 2013; 5:11 PM.

You tugged at your clothing, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as you waited for your best friend to show up. The DJ, a former student, was already hard at work inside the gym. You heard the bass-boosted beginning of the Cupid Shuffle and shot a frantic text to Seunghun.

[05:11 PM] you: holy shit theyre playing the cupid shuffle can you PLEASE hurry up

[05:12 PM] you: idc if this is our first homecoming you better get your ass over here

[05:12 PM] huniebee🐝: give me like two minutes!!

[05:12 PM] you: THE SONGS GONNA BE OVER IN 2 MIN

"Are you waiting for Seunghun?" Hyunsuk had asked, tie already loosened. You two had gotten close—not as close as you and Seunghun, of course—this year as a result of having classes together. You wondered why you ever hated him.

"Yeah. He won't be too late, thank God, but I'm pissed we're missing the Cupid Shuffle. What about you? I remember you bragging all week about 'flexing your dance skills in front of the ladies.' Or are you all talk, as usual?"

"You know, it's almost like you don't want me to wait with you."

You had laughed, knocking your shoulder into his. The chatter kept up for a minute or two before he made his leave. ("Well, it's time for me to flex my dance muscles in front of the seniors," he chuckled, giving you a salute as he walked off.)

"I'm here! God, I can't believe I missed the Cupid Shuffle," Seunghun said, head hung low. You began to feel a little self-conscious; you were feeling out of place in your semi-formal outfit, yet he looked right at home in his dress shirt.

Chasing those thoughts away, you grinned. "You're here now, aren't you? Come on." You took his hand and dragged him into the gym.

You don't talk to Seunghun or to Hyunsuk after that. You're not sure if you should tell Hyunsuk about the whole situation when he texts you. Seunghun must have told him something was up, of course, and he's insightful enough, sensitive enough (when he wants to be), but you worry. You're afraid he'll open his big mouth. Instead, you send a few messages to your best friend.

[04:29 AM] you: hey

[04:29 AM] you: i just wanted to say in advance that im sorry

[04:29 AM] you: im so so sorry for everything ive done and for what im about to do

There's one last message in the text box, daring you to send it. "I'm sorry I love you," you whisper instead, deleting the message before you do something you’ll regret. To seal the deal, you tap through a few menus until you reach his contact. The picture you've assigned to him is one you took; he's about to take a big bite of cotton candy bigger than his head.

With a heavy heart (though you hope it’s just the weight of the daffodils in your chest), you block his contact. It's better this way. It has to be.

Your doctor said you could get rid of the thick, thorned vines with a vicegrip around your heart and lungs, could pluck the flowers that threaten to spill out at the mere thought of your best friend.

The biggest side effect of it all, she told you, was that you'd forget all about Kim Seunghun. So you steel yourself.

The last thing you think about before they insert the thin needle of anesthesia in your veins is Seunghun's smile, and how you'll never see it in person again.

And how even if you did, you wouldn't remember it as the grin from the boy you love.

october 4, 2013; 9:16 PM.

The frenetic strobe lighting in the gym slowed to a stop, having been replaced with a spotlight making lazy rounds through the gym.

You knew that marked the beginning of a slow song, and dragged Seunghun off the floor in search of some punch. He seemed to have different plans, tugging you back on the floor and pulling you flush against him.

"Where are you going?" he had asked. "You're the one who wanted to dance the night away." His hands found your waist, yours instinctively folding behind his neck. You had wanted to say something about how that claim was void now; he was the one that made you miss the Cupid Shuffle, but the words get extinguished when you look at him.

It was just like that time you practiced in fifth grade, but you swore there was something different about tonight and the way you swayed. You thought back to your practice session in fifth grade, how you had stepped on each other's feet, how you spent the whole time laughing. (For the record, it wasn't for any lack of balance; you started it, laughing as he cried out before he stomped on your toe.)

There was no laughing during the song. Everything was vibrant and deafening and there all at once. But at the same time, it was like everything had been stripped away. Everything but you and Seunghun.

Things changed after that. You were left with a dizzying, free-fall sort of feeling that picked up with each glance at your best friend. Almost every butterfly in the world was taking current residency in your stomach, making you feel light as your body moved to the music. Before long, there was something lodged at the back of your throat, nudging its way forward.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," you said, a particularly heavy cough bringing the mysterious lump to your mouth.

Running your tongue along the smooth texture of the lump (okay, so not phlegm), you spat the offending object into the sink: a single yellow petal, coated in saliva.

You blinked.

Blinked again.

"Oh, what the fuck," you muttered, unlocking your phone. One quick Google search later—why the fuck am i coughing up flowers—you found an answer.

Flora mortem. You were loath to believe WebMD, of all things, but you found yourself tapping the link regardless. There was another term for the rare disease: Hanahaki.

Revising your search query was a mistake. The first result was the "hanahaki" tag on Tumblr, which showed nothing but models with tears in their eyes and bloodied flowers in their mouths. Yikes.

You made your way back to the party after that, but lingering in the back of your mind was the cause of the disease: a severe case of unrequited love.

There is only one definite cure for Hanahaki Disease: having the object of the afflicted's affections return their feelings.

You almost manage to purge the petal and the stupid WebMD page from your mind for the rest of the night.

Almost.

You wake up hours later. It's a little disorienting, sure, to come to with little memory of what landed you in the hospital. You peek under the oversized hospital gown to see bandages over your chest, get tempted to rip the IV drip from your arm. The doctor comes in right before you make a move on the needle. She tells you all about how the flowers in your lungs are gone for good.

"You're saved. But the final test," she says, pulling a phone from her pocket, "is this. Do you recognize the people in this picture?"

You recognize yourself next to a boy you don't know. His hand's around your waist, pulling you close. You wear matching grins. Given the way you're both dressed, you suspect the picture's from your freshman year's homecoming dance. Weird. Memory's kinda fuzzy from that night.

"Yeah. Myself. I don't know the other guy. Am I supposed to?"

"No. You're not. Congratulations," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're cured."

You look through all the old messages and pictures when you have some time to yourself. You reach out for the memory, the feeling of knowing Kim Seunghun. You get nothing, and while your brain knows something's wrong, you're more concerned about being able to breathe easy.

You move to a new city, far, far away from the place you grew up in. You finish your last year of high school, get a job, start college. You make new memories with new people. You forget all about Kim Seunghun.

It gets easy to forget that you weren't born with the ugly faded red scars that run up and down your chest. It's your only remaining tie to the man you loved so much you almost let yourself wither away. You think it's a good thing you cut him off; why stick around, why force yourself to suffer, for someone who doesn't love you back? Why be with someone if it physically hurts to stay by their side?

But sometimes you wonder. What happened? What happened to him after his best friend walked out of his life for good with no explanation?

Those days are never good. You distract yourself then, often with the familiar kick of alcohol burning in the back of your throat. You've never been much of a drinker, but you figure it's never too late to start.

Sometimes, the distraction comes from being in the arms of another.

(One of your favorite distractions, a young man named Byounggon, had run his fingers along the angry lines one night, jotting them down in his map of your body.

"Do you regret it?" he asked then, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. You cupped his cheek, ran a thumb along the planes of his face.

"I wouldn't be here if I regretted it, now would I?" He let the corners of his mouth turn up just so, pressing his lips to yours.

You don't talk to him much nowadays, your interactions reduced to likes on Instagram, views on Snapchat. He's moved to a bigger city. "More opportunities," he said. You keep up with his dream of being a musician, always. There was a time when you were his number one supporter, after all.)

"Will that be all?" the cashier asks, jotting your order on the plastic cup. When you nod, he asks for your name. He jots that down too.

But then his eyes widen and he looks at you with renewed interest. "I'm sorry?"

"Is there a problem?" you asks, peering at your name (spelled correctly) on the cup. His eyes search for an answer within yours, some sort of explanation you can't seem to give. He averts his gaze, shakes his head, places your cup in the queue of orders.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Just thought you were someone I knew. Have a nice day." You parrot the phrase, catching a glimpse of the young man's name tag.

Seunghun, it reads in cheerful yellow. There's a doodle of a puppy in the top right corner. You think it's rather cute.

Two weeks later, you meet Seunghun again. This time, you're out for a morning jog. The crisp autumn air greets you as your feet meet the pavement and let out a satisfactory crunch under the burnt orange leaves on the sidewalk.

You both get stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. While you catch your breath, you don't miss the way he flinches, as though he didn't expect you to show up. He schools his expression into something friendly within no time, and you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.

"The weather's nice, isn't it?"

"It is," you pant. "On your way to work?" He raises a hand to tug at the strap of his backpack with a small smile.

"Yeah. You should come by, give us business," he grins. "On mornings like this, I recommend the hazelnut latte." You hum in agreement, not yet recovered enough to converse. "Tell you what, you come and get one when I'm working, I'll make sure it's on the house."

"Really? Maybe I'll swing by." The light changes, and you leave Seunghun behind, waving goodbye as you do.

You come in later that day, ordering a hazelnut latte as promised. Seunghun's manning the register, same as two weeks ago, and when he takes everything down, he smiles. You miss it as you pay, but there's something extra on your cup.

As you take a sip of the (delicious; his coworker Yedam must be some sort of brewing prodigy) latte, you catch a glimpse of the extra writing.

Along the side of the cup is his phone number.

[10:58 PM] seunghun!: more than anything i want to adopt a puppy

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: or rather another one

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: i named this one after an old friend

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The picture of Seunghun and his dog brings a smile to your face. You've been spending more time with him recently, whether it be going on coffee runs ("Are you sure you're not just using me for my employee discount?") or complaining about life as a broke college student ("My card got declined trying to buy a bag of chips last night...").

It's nice. Spending time with him is...nice.

It's more than a simple distraction, somebody to hold close on nights your decisions try to haunt you. It’s friendship, something to hold onto when you lose your way in the dense forest of your mind and to cherish when you manage to make it to a clearing and bask in the sunshine.

You've caught a cold recently (probably from that bastard Seo Changbin in your communications class). Seunghun's given you some homemade tea, swearing on its usefulness. It certainly tastes good, the sweet honey chased by tangy lemon. Unfortunately, the tea isn't able to stop the persistent cough you've been plagued with.

Feeling phlegm start to come up, you turn the bathroom lights on, hacking it up and spitting into the sink.

Huh. That's weird.

There's no phlegm.

The only thing in the sink is a single golden petal, coated in saliva.

[scarlette-joel-writing]

Something New Pt. 4

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Reader

Request: The reader is an avid baker and is married to some pos, and bucky is a doctor (or a medical practitioner) and they end up having an affair and yeah idk how you’d want to end it but that’s a start

Warnings: Language, Emotionally (and physically) abusive relationship, talk of (rough) sex, eventual smut.

Parts:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

A/N I know that it has been SO freaking long since I have updated and I am hoping that this makes up for that in some sort of way. 

~

It has been 4 days since my little trip to the hospital that resulted in the awkward as fuck conversation between me and Dr. MrDreamy. The conversation that sent me on a downward spiral, wondering how the hell this man who has just entered our small, little community has figured out a secret that everyone else has looked over.

He hasn’t said anything to me about the incident since it happened, but I can still see the way that he looks at me when he orders his cherry scones every morning on his way to work. Even though he doesn’t talk to me about the head injury, he talks to me about other things. Even though I keep telling myself that I dont like this man, I don’t think that I can keep denying to myself how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Or how smart he is. Or how good of a conversationalist he is.

He apparently knows how to get me to babble life a fool whenever he is around, because babble I do. He asks me a simple question with a simple answer, and the next thing I know, we are 20 minutes into a conversation that has spiraled down the rabbit hole and he ends up almost late to work. Which is what is happening now.

“You really are that scared of clowns?” he is leaning onto the counter, both elbows down and his broad shoulders close to me. His face is about six inches from mine and I can smell the subtle hint of a cologne that sends my head swimming. I can see the way that he flexes his jaw, trying not to laugh at me, and I can also see the way that his beard is perfectly groomed and frames his face very well. My husband cant grow a beard to save his life.

“I am not kidding, I was sitting on the floor, sobbing my eyes out for a good 20 minutes,” he laughs at the statement and my automatic reaction is to reach out and smack his arm playfully. I don’t know why I think that is a good idea. There are enough inappropriate thoughts going through my head about those arms without knowing how strong and firm they actually are, but when my hand hurts more than his arm after playfully smacking him, I know that there is a problem. “Holy shit. Why is your arm like a rock?”

This is mistake number one. I am letting myself become more comfortable with him. I am letting him crawl under my skin and into my brain and I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be giving him the power that I am.

“Oh, you like?” he smirks at me and gives me a small wink, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he flexes his arm just the tiniest bit, making his already snug shit just a bit tighter. It really is a sight to see. “I work out a bit. You kind of have to stay in shape when you are working in a Brooklyn hospital. Hell, you have to stay in shape just to survive in Brooklyn I feel like,”

This is mistake number two. I am flirting with the new doctor in town, openly, in the middle of my own bakery. Not that I should be flirting with any man that isn’t my husband at all, but I really shouldn’t be doing it in my own establishment. I really shouldn’t be doing it in a place where people who know me and know my husband can see.

“Show off,” I mumble and I watch as he leans in even closer to me. Our faces are so close that our noses are almost touching. He gives me a side smirk that sends my heart pumping faster and I cant help but notice that this is so wrong. This is probably the worst position that we could be in right now. I keep looking from him to the window to make sure that no one is going to come through that door. That would be disastrous.

“You haven’t even begun to see me show off, doll,” his voice drops an octave and his eyes grow serious, and a feeling that I haven’t felt in a really long-time, washes over me. A sort of buzzing rolls through me. It is like every nerve is on high alert and standing on edge, waiting for the next move. “But if you want, I can,” He leans closer and closer until it doesn’t seem like we can get any closer and his breath hits my face and sends a shiver straight down my spine.

No. No Y/N. I take a step back away from him. I let my senses lose the smell of his gorgeous cologne and I shake my head a little to wash away the goosebumps that have risen over my body. You cant do this. You cant become this girl. You have a husband and a life and it might not be the best, but it is yours. And you cant go around kissing totally fuckable guys in the middle of your own establishment. You cant fucking do it. So turn around and go to the kitchen and tell him to leave.

I turn away from him quickly and make straight for the door to the kitchen. I don’t say a word to him and I don’t look back because if I do, I will stop and I will totally kiss the most fuckable man that I have ever seen.

“Y/N,” I hear his deep voice – no. I feel his deep voice from behind me once I get into the kitchen. Thankfully Marie is at school at the moment and it is just me and James in the back of the bakery… alone. Not the best idea. I feel him grab my arm and spin me around and suddenly I am looking up at a man whose eyes have become dark. It has a commanding tone about him. That kind of look frightens me on a man. His hold on my arm doesn’t lessen and he pulls me closer to him, until we are chest to chest. I feel the panic well up inside of me.

I have been in this situation before but at least it is with a man who is a lot smaller than this man’s 6’2” status. It is with a man that would take a bit to overpower me. Not James though. With James, it would be no problem to over power me. To take what he wanted right here and not think twice about it. That is a terrifying thought. He pulls me closer to him again and I feel my anxiety swell. Do I just attract men that want to hurt me? Do I just seem like the type to be submissive to anyone?

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathes out and I can feel my heart stop in that moment.

“Wh-what did you say?” time stands still in that moment. He is running a hand up and down my arm, fueling the goosebumps that I already have, and he stops his action to look me dead in the eye.

“Tell me that you don’t want this, and I walk away. We never speak of it again. We go back to me buying cherry scones from you every morning and you being my patient, and nothing else happens. We forget that this whole thing happened,” he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his. His eyes are softer now than they were before. “But I want this,”

That feeling is back in me and thrumming a thousand times harder. He is asking me. He isn’t telling me or commanding me. He isn’t bribing me or manipulating me. He is telling me that he wants something but that if I don’t want it, he wont pursue it any further. The logical side of me tells me that every man should think like this but my past experiences tell me that that logic is not always true.

My reasoning goes completely out the door and suddenly James’ lips are on mine. My arms are snaking around his neck, pulling him closer to me while simultaneously getting to run my fingers through the hair that I have been dying to touch since I met the man.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls my hips into his and I finally can place the feeling that is welling up inside of me. It is excitement. It is attraction. Lust. Something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. A feeling that I haven’t been able to express because no one has given a fuck about how I feel for a really long time. I can feel his attraction to me as well and it only spurs me on.

I am doing this. I am really cheating on my husband right now. I am really doing it.

James puts a hand at the nape of my neck and brushes his hands through my hair and I cant help but to moan a little bit. He pulls away from the kiss only to give me a small smirk before pulling my hair gently to get me to tilt my head back. Suddenly he is at my neck, kissing and sucking. The feeling is euphoric. I never thought that I would be able to feel pleasure from a man’s touch again, and now look at where we are.

“Don’t give me a hickey or you are dead, Dr. Barnes,” I am pretty much a puddle at this point in time. Putty in the Doctor’s hands.

“Call me bucky, babygirl,” the feel of his hot breath on my wet skin is something out of this world. The way his stubble brushes against my collar bone sends my body on edge. And the pet name? Lord have mercy, he could get me to cum by just talking like that.

“You know that this is a horrible thing that we are doing, right?” I mumble to him, running both of my hands through his hair as he continues to kiss at my neck and collar bone. He takes special care to never stay in one place too long and I can feel his hands roam over the rest of my body as his tongue continues to explore my neck and jaw.

“You wanna know why I don’t care?” he stops what he is doing and leans back away from me, one hand on the side of my face and the other one rubbing the bare skin of my side. He is giving me that smirk again that is anything but good news. “I don’t care because I know I can make you feel 1000x better than he can,” he kisses me hard and deep again and then pulls back, and like a horny little teenager, I follow his lips, silently asking for more. “And I can look 1000x better while doing it,”

“Well, at least I know that you are humble, Bucky,” the nickname is a little weird on my tongue but the way that his hand grips my waist tighter and he pulls me impossibly closer to him tells me that he rather quite likes the name. His face comes to hover over mine, his lips centimeters from me.

I want him to kiss me again. I want it so badly. I want it more than I have wanted anything for the past three years. You would think that I haven’t had sex in years with the way that my chest rises and falls rapidly and the undeniable twist in my stomach begins. But honestly, Andrew and I had had sex only mere hours after I had gotten home from the hospital.

“Tell me something,” he leans back and I want to pout, but I am too wrapped up in the moment. I just need him to keep touching me. I need him to kiss me and to make me forget myself and my life and the problems that I have. How can this man do this to me?

“What do you wanna know?” I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the emotions flood my veins. I revel in the feelings. I revel in the fact that my body can still feel this way? I had thought that the possibility for these thoughts and feelings had gone away long ago.

“You are 22, right?” he is gently kissing my jaw again and I just nod my head at the question. I don’t know old this man is, but I know that he is older than me by at least a few years. He breathes against my neck again. “Why did you get married so young?” I open my eyes to look straight at him and I can see that the question is being asked by a serious man who wants a serious answer. So much for making me forget about my life.

“Really, youre gonna ask me that now? When you have me pressed up against the counter in the back of my bakery, kissing and touching all over me?” he takes his hands off of me and steps away and I can feel the screaming in my stomach. I sigh. The man basically tells me he wants to fuck me and then he wants to know my whole life story. ”I don’t know why I thought to get married at such a young age. I think it was cause my grandparents got married when they were 19 and they were happy their whole lives. They were the epitome of love and I think that I naïve little me just wanted something like that. Happy?” he gives me a level stare and I begin to tap my fingers impatiently.

“So… I was right, wasn’t I?” he speaks again and I can feel the irritation growing within me. I grab his hands with my own and yank him towards me, putting his hands on my hips and making it so that his face is so close to mine again.

“Can you please just shut the fuck up and kiss me, again? We can talk about this shit later if that is really want you want. But right now? I am a bit needy and I am an impatient person,” he pulls his hand up from my hip to run through my hair and then pulls me to him again.

“Yes ma’am,” is all he says and then he is kissing me again.

I could get used to this real quick.

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[music-saves-everyone]

An Open Letter to My Almost Lover

Hi.

I'd like to preface this letter with saying that the reason for our demise was neither solely my fault nor yours. This is just something I need to get off my chest before I can move on as a person. You, out of all the people in the world, should understand that. I know that you understand me better than I do.

For the past couple weeks since I've cut things off I've been going back and forth in my head about how I'm actually supposed to feel. You see the worst part about our entire situation was we never communicated what we were. You introduced me to your family as your friend and of course I did the same, but behind closed doors you and I both know that's not how friends act. Your tender touch and sweet pet names, holding onto me as tight as you could during an anxiety attack, the countless playlists and songs that were exchanged, and of course the dreadful 'I love you' that was said. All essential parts to any love story, I guess I just didn't realize that you weren't really looking to write one.

So you can see where the heart break in my chest is conflicting, right? You were never my official boyfriend and something inside of me always knew you never would be nor wanted to be. But the way you treated me was just like any other boyfriend before you. 

That being said, you completely changed my life in the smallest amount of time. You changed my perspective of myself and the difficult things in life. I always knew that if I needed someone to talk things out with and get a different, subjective opinion from, you would be available for me. One phone call, text message, and towards the end when I moved cities, one highway exit away. It all seemed so simple, I should have known nothing in life comes that easy. 

From the moment that we met, my world was turned around and flipped upside down. I had just moved on from a long term relationship and I was ready to have fun again. You were exactly what the doctor prescribed. So I'd like to start by thanking you:

I want to thank you for going with me to see my favorite local band, even though you weren't all that familiar with their music. I want to thank you for dancing with me, dancing in the street, the car, concerts, and across my living room floor. You didn't care who saw and lets face it, I really needed the exercise. I want to thank you for your positive outlook on everything, it kept me from slipping into old patterns. Thank you for spending the night with me and rubbing my back to help me fall asleep on those insomniatic nights that seemed to never end. Most importantly thank you for the playlist of music that you've helped me to create, 300+ songs later and I have enough diversity in my library now that I'll never get bored. That's my favorite playlist to listen to when I'm struggling to sleep.

With a list of quality time spent like this I'm sure you're wondering why I walked away, after all it is my love language. Well I can assure you my reasons for saying goodbye are on a list much longer than the one above... 

For starters, that quality time spent was always on your time. I was always the one that was kept waiting. Always waiting for you to show up for a date because your GPS wasn't working. Waiting on a reply hours after a text was sent, a 'goodnight' phone call that would never come. I even waited for you to heal from your surgery when you didn't want me to come visit you. I found myself keeping my weekends open just hoping you were going to ask to spend time with me or even take me out. After a while it started to feel like I was just waiting for you to want me. Unfortunately something in you had me hypnotized. So hypnotized I couldn't help but whisper that I loved you in the dark of the spare bedroom at my parents house. We spent that whole weekend together while they were out of town, I’ll never forget that. I want you to know I 100% meant what I said.

Yet, after months of me being at your beck and call, you started to pull away. You became distant, shutting me out of your already so private life. The replies between texts that were already long, became longer. The songs you sent became few and far between with little to know explanation of your love for them anymore. At this point it seemed as though you were sending music so you didn't have to come up with a reply to me at all. I was starting to notice that I was the only one reaching out to make plans and once we had something scheduled you would try to cancel last minute. It was all starting to make sense so I let you keep your distance but still held onto the small thread that we would eventually be together. When the summer came to an end, we should have too.

I can't quite put my finger on it but there is something about you that I can tell you kept hidden away from me on purpose. I gave you everything and all you gave me was a good time. Makes me think that's all you wanted me for. I've contemplated calling you several times after the way we ended things. The way you kept things so open ended really makes me think. But that's just how things with you are, you're manipulative and selfish and you never really cared about me. So even though you promised to always be there if I needed to talk, this is my way of saying I wont be accepting that promise whether you meant it or not. This letter is to let you know that its all just too much. It's my closure to know I will never get to speak with you ever again because you're just manipulative enough to be able to pull me back in. I wont let that happen, I'm the only one that can make decisions in my reality and I wont let you control anymore of it. 

Don't get me wrong I miss who I thought you were or who I thought you wanted to be. I miss thinking someone actually cared about me and wanted to spend time with me. I don't miss you, I can't.  I’ve spent too many nights crying over you and I’m done.

I will be honest, not a day goes by that I don't hear a song I'd like to stop and send you. I will leave you with this last one:

https://open.spotify.com/track/3GSYWQNnSdovwC2H8HpziA?si=h7ooOsCSQRWdh1kpqUPSLg

[clown-bait]

Cheer Up (Monster Roommate AU)

I saw that a lot of you lovely people have been going through a bit of a rough patch and frankly I had been too so I put this together. Leechie has a bad run in with some enemies and is feeling really insecure. Pennywise swoops in to cheer her up. Or he tries to at least. Penny’s method seems to be the old shake and yell but he puts in a lot of effort and its the thought that counts.

The young nosferatu pulled her beanie further over her bald head as she stomped through the sewer. Today had be a rough day, so much that she decided that she was just going to spend her entire evening doing nothing isolated from everyone. Best place to do that was in the sewer there was too much going on back in the house anyway with holidays.

The only issue was shed have to deal with her clown. A hurricane on crack was easier to deal with than he was. As she stepped into the cistern the circus cart dramatically fell open revealing said clown laying in his nest in the most over the top seductive pose possible A flower that looked unceremoniously yanked from the ground by the roots was clenched between his teeth. he had even torn open his shirt like that of a cheesy romance novel cover. If she wasn't in such an awful mood from earlier she would have burst out laughing but she did grin a little and shake her head “oh great and he's horny.” she thought to herself.

“Hiya gorgeous.” he said huskily wiggling his eyebrows. Leech rolled her eyes and slid her backpack onto the stage.

Pennywise frowned when he didn't get the reaction he wanted and sat up.

“Oh come on!” he pouted

“You look ridiculous” Leech said not looking at him,

“Fun wrecker. What’s put you in a mood hmm?”

Leech removed her beanie and jacket flopping back onto the nest “Work.” she grunted.

The clown settled next to her running a large hand over her torso and up her side. “Let ol Pennywise cheer you up then pet” he leaned down and kissed her temple but she was distant something else was going through her head. Leech rolled away from him and let the emotions she had been bottling the whole way home slowly release. Penny cocked his head to the side and sniffed her then he sat up. “Tell me.” he demanded.

“I’d rather not”

“You can either tell me or I’ll find out”

“What’s done is done Pen revenge wont make the damage better”

The clown growled growing angry at her stubborn self deprecating attitude. He grabbed her and pulled her back over onto her back in frustration only to pause when he saw the tears in her eyes, one of which was slightly bruised. He realized she came in without her wig or her uniform. The clown glanced over to see her hand was wrapped in a crude bandage and there were scratches starting from her ear to below her jaw. She’d been in a fight again.

“Who!”

“Pen-“

“WHO!”

“If I tell you you'll get me in even more trouble”

His eyes were furious red and yellow and he was snarling. She was being difficult with him and he would not have it. No one made his girl feel this way. He slammed two horrible claws next to her face and roared snapping his jaws. Leech didn't react beyond a sigh.

“Alright fine I got into a fight after work”

“You were attacked?”

“Well,….I was kinda the attacker” she looked off to the side.

“What did they do”

“Some girls from the sorority said some things. I punched one in the face while they were leaving.”

“And your hair?”

“I-“ tears pricked her eyes and shame stung at her face. “I didn't win the fight” she found that she couldn't hold the water works back and tried to cover her face in embarrassment.

“I was weak there were three of them and- god damnint I'm such a shitty vampire.” she sat up and hugged her knees covering her head with both arms. “I don't even know what you see in me, I cant even win a fight without getting the shit kicked out of me and robbed. Some shitty monster I turned out to be.” she sobbed into her jeans “I'm not worthy of being here”

“Cut it out Leech” Pennywise snarled.

“They were right, I'm a fucking ugly loser trying to act like I matter”

“Stop talking” he roughly tried to unwrap her but she hissed and yanked him off.

“I should have just stayed dead”

“THATS ENOUGH” the clown roared. He yanked her up to a standing position not caring if he was being too rough. “LOOK AT ME” he yelled. “It seems like you need to be reminded of your place in the hierarchy on this miserable floating rock”

“P-Pen”

“SILENCE” he boomed causing the vampire to cry and whimper more. “It goes me, you, the dirt and everyone else you got that?! The only person above you is me, no one else!” he grabbed her throat and pulled her tear soaked face towards him. “You got that Leech?” tears flooded down her face and fear radiated off her for once in his life Penny didn't like the smell of it.

“Stupid girl” he snarled and pulled her against him. He felt her cold tears on his bear skin and he squeezed her tighter. “Well make them pay little one they’ll learn their place.” he mumbled. Pennywise sat her down and held her, letting her slip her hands in the hole he had torn in the chest of his costume earlier. Comforting wasn't his forte, but it helped to have someone hold on to her while she let it all out.

After a few minutes her scent began to sweeten again and he felt a soft kiss on his chest where his pectorals would be. “Thanks” was all she whispered.

“Hmph trouble maker” he teased “Always biting off more than you can chew.” he kissed the top of her head and a wave of relief washed over him when she finally smiled.

“Theres my girl” he smirked. “Now let Pennywise take care of those tears little one” he licked the salt off her face Leech sighed and giggled as his hands cupped her jaw his fingers teasing her sensitive ears. “Thats more like it.” he purred against her skin. He used his warm purrs to sooth her, his long arms locking her too him until he was sure the last of the sadness was gone from her. The clown hated seeing his mate upset like this especially the feeling of powerlessness that came with it. “My beautiful perfect mate. Penny loves you never forget it.” he whispered to her. Leech’s sweet smell flooded Pennywise’s nose, the bitter smell of sadness dissipating off of her replaced with love and adoration for him. “What would I do without you.” she sighed dreamily up at him. The clown gave her a cocky grin and kissed her softly. Penny pushed a hand up her shirt Leech winced when he touched a large fresh bruise on her side. He frowned at the new injury pulling her shirt off to inspect it. “I uh…I got kicked a little” she said sheepishly.  

“So many things for me to fix. Don't worry Pennywise will find them all and make it better.” he chuckled and attacked her neck, kissing and sucking the scratches as her blissful giggles echoed through out the frozen sewer.

It was a relatively slow beginning to her shift, Leech slung a wash rag over her shoulder and filled another glass from the tap sliding it down to a couple of truck drivers. She was sneaking glances over to them wondering if she should bring one to the back. They were running low on rib meat after all. The one that looked like a lumberjack seemed particularly tasty, muscular but slightly chubby, a good mix of the two. Just as she was going to make a move and talk to the group Chop Top sent Sandy over to them to charm one of them to the back. The wig wearing hippy looked at her and pointed at some dirty glasses by the sink. Sidelined for the pretty girl once again. She sighed ego taking a hit. Leech tossed her wash cloth to the side and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. “I’m taking my ten minutes” she growled eyes narrowing when Sandy went for the thinner leaner of the truckers instead of the chubby lumberjack. “Idiot theres not enough fat in the meat for a good marbling you cant just pick the most attractive one.” she grumbled as she passed Leatherface in the kitchen. The giant grunted while sharpening a butchers knife. “Stupid pretty bitch. Drayton just hired her because she has tits.”

“She also has hair and a pleasant personality princess”

Leech spun around to find the elder Sawyer brother glaring at her. “Heard you were starting some trouble yesterday. Wheres your wig girl?”

“I- I lost it.” she couldn't tell him she punched a customer in the face even though the bitches started it.

“Well find it so you can work girl. And hurry back! We got a few more in and you got a better eye for choice stock than Sandy! ”

Leatherface slammed the meat cleaver into the cutting board and glared at his brother

“Ah hell Bubba I’m just going off the facts. She's better at luring when she doesn't look diseased. I know your fond of the vampire but Sandy is better at bringing them in”

The giant huffed and continued chopping meat. Leech had paused at the door hearing the whole thing, some tears stung her eyes as she left the building. The vampire lit a cigarette and shakily let out a breath of smoke trying not to cry. She wasn't succeeding.

After crushing out the butt of her smoke and silently crying to herself for a few extra minutes she heard Chop Top bang on the door telling her to come back in. “GIVE ME A MINUTE” she yelled wiping her face and collecting herself. She pulled her beanie on tighter trying to hide her big ears and bald head.

Leech’s dead heart sank when she saw the three more werewolf sisters sitting at the bar. Fantastic. She walked over to the dirty glasses and grabbed her towel beginning to clean while trying to ignore the girls as long as possible.

“HEY BALDIE” well that was brief.

“Oh sorry didn't see you there…” she tried to be cheerful pretending yesterday didn't happen.

“Sandy said we get free drinks since were sisters! Start pouring bitch.”

Leech sighed deeply her ego getting beaten even more. “What’ll it be then”

“Mojitos!” they all laughed knowing it was a tedious drink to make. Leech sighed again. “And hurry up we’re thirsty!” the dark haired girl called out.

When she finally finished mixing the drinks she passed them down to the girls and turned back to her dishes. She wished she could disappear and go home.

“Barkeep!” she heard a man call behind her. Leech snarled ready to snap at him. She spun around in fury “WHAT?” she shouted but cut herself short when she saw the well dressed man dreamily looking at her over the counter “P-Pen?” she silently gasped. He flashed golden eyes and winked at her.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Came to get a drink” he smiled.

“Since when do you drink.” she leaned against the bar. “Your’e not going to pull anything are you?” she glared

“Me? Cause trouble?”

“I’m on thin ice already” she stepped back and pulled the towel off her shoulder.

“Then you better keep that temper in check firecracker.” he stared intently at her still puffy eyes and her nervous glances at the girls in the booth. “Well? Aren't you going to take my order dear?”

“Let me guess something overly sweet.”

“Whiskey”

She gave him a surprised look and Robert smirked. “The clown has the sweet tooth. I tend enjoy something a bit stronger. Top shelf, surprise me.” he grinned a slight blush crept on a vampires cheeks. “uh… oh um, let me- just I’ll Uh….I’ll get you some good shit” she turned around trying to hide her flustered face not realizing her audible swoon. Leech always had a weak spot for men who appreciated quality booze. Robert chuckled when he heard her.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That noise you just made”

“I-I um it was nothing”

Robert sat back with a smug look on his face. He glanced over at the booth with the sorority werewolves who were staring at the exchange with jealousy. An even more smug grin grew on his face. He turned back to his bartender and snorted a bit when he saw her hopping up and down trying to reach the bottle on the top shelf while her other hand held her beanie onto her head. “Having trouble?” she spun around face dark in embarrassment. He found it adorable.

“I-I can get it sorry hold on! D-don’t laugh at me.”

Laughter came from the girls at the booth. Leech glanced over at them  awkwardly and winced a bit taking the emotional blow. She swallowed her pain and left to grab a stool. Gray snapped his head over to the women threatening growl rumbled in his chest. Leech finally grabbed the bottle and poured it into a glass sliding it over to him, he caught her hand and held on for a moment before letting her go in an attempt to bring her attention back to him. He wasn’t going to let these bitches steal their moment. Robert took a large gulp of the honey colored liquid and forced it down his throat one eye rolling up and out of alignment as he shook his head slightly. “Its good” he wheezed. Leech laughed. He wasn't actually a whiskey drinker at all.

“Do you even know what I gave you?” she teased.

“Scotch” he said trying to be confident

“That was bourbon”

“Well yeah I knew that just making sure you did.” he glared and pouted.

“You're supposed to sip it.” she chuckled grabbing a few mixers and bottles. “You don't have to do that to impress me Pen-Robert.” she tossed a bottle into the air catching it in her shaker. “Just having you here has been enough” she took his glass and finished his drink for him enjoying the rare treat of her favorite beverage. “Why are you here anyway be honest.” she said as she began making a new drink.

“Teaching some dogs a lesson.”

“You cant kill them Pen I'm on thin ice right now for just punching one after hours. You're gonna get me fired.”

“Fine, I can distract you though” he grinned and glanced over at the women glaring at them. For the first time that night Leech genuinely smiled. “See? Its working!” he winked at her. She poured the new drink out and added some frilly garnishes to it feeling warmth despite her skin being cold and dead. “Here you'll like this better. Its on the house as a um..thank you.” she slid the cold red drink into his large hand. He looked a bit ridiculous with the overly sweet frilly drink, sucking on a silly bendy straw but he seemed to like the taste much better than the hard liquor. “StrAwBerrIEs!” his goofy voice broke through and the vampire practically melted. Leech threw the towel over her shoulder with new confidence and went over to refill the truckers drinks “Its called a daiquiri!” she yelled back to him.

Robert grinned at her as her stood and straightened his coat. Back to business. He walked over to the table of werewolf girls. “Good evening ladies” he began.

“Well hey there handsome glad to see you were finally able to break away from that diseased looking freak and meet some real women.”

Robert's eye twitched and drifted out of alignment for a brief second.

“That’s actually what I came to talk about she's missing something, heard you lovely girls might know something about that”

“What are you her boyfriend or something?”

“And if I am?”

“Should have known you were the clown, the bloodsucker deserves it after what she did to our friend.”

“Yeah and for the other time she nearly killed Danielle!”

“Don't forget when she egged Janet’s car and lit our lawn on fire.”

“The bitch burned a Batman symbol into our grass.”

Robert looked over at his mate and rolled his eyes. He sighed sounds just like her.  “Do I look like I care what my mate does to lesser beings? You've hurt her and I will kill each and every one of you unless you give me back whats her’s.”

“You can’t do shit clown. Sandy says she’ll be fired if she causes one more fight.”

“Face it you lost, go crawl back into your sewer!”

Robert's eyes were absolutely demonic he looked over at his mate who was making small talk with the truckers and back at the werewolves. He huffed and made his way back to the bar slipping behind the counter to grab Leech. He  pulled her away and into his arms angry rumbles vibrating in his chest. “HEY! no customers behind the counter!” she scolded him. Robert growled and began pulling her toward the kitchen doors. “Alright your eyes are terrifying right now, what set you off?”

“How much do you need this job” he snarled.

“Do not!”

“They need to be taught Leech!”

“Pen, please for me.”

He shut his eyes tightly and frowned. “As soon as they leave then.”

“Theres no fighting you on this is there?” Leech rubbed her temples “Alright at least leave them alive”

“Can I break their limbs?”

“Fingers only”

“You're no fun”

“Go sit down. I take my dinner break in a few minutes we can discuss this more over a meal, I'm thinking large and meaty over there in the red”

Robert glanced over at the truckers

“You sure you'll be able to handle that by yourself?” he chuckled patting her theatrically on the head

“I-I’ll be fine”

“I’ll be watching little one”

She was able to work surprisingly quick spilling a drink on her target and apologizing profusely the large muscular man rose up and towered over the small vampire. She swallowed hard and grabbed a towel leading him to the “restroom”

“I’m so so sorry sir is there anything I can do to make up for this?” she begged and opened the door to the mens room for him. She glanced over at her beloved clown and winked licking her fangs with her tongue. He glared at her despite knowing that she was going to dispatch her prey as soon as the door shut behind them.

“Hmph not interested in you”

“Uh how about a free round of drinks after you clean up then?” she tried pushing him through the door.

“Why don't you get your little waitress friend to come over here and then well talk”

Leech's eye twitched. “FINE I will go and fetch the pretty one”

“Woah you got some real insecurities doll”

“You think?? Look at my fucking head I'm bald and diseased looking as shit! I'm terrible at this. I don't even know what my boyfriend sees in me because I suck at being what I am while he's like a god at it. I’m just an ugly nobody who cant do anything right!”

“Uh why are you telling me all this?”

“I don't know buddy I’ve just had a horrible past couple days bear with me here”

“Look lady I'm just gonna go….”

“Yeah…yeah ok whatever I don't care anymore”

Robert sighed getting up from his seat Leatherface had poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the outburst and the disguised clown gave him a nod as he pushed his mate outside away from all the commotion.

“Rob what are yo-“

He silenced her quickly by holding her cheeks and kissing her. “You need to stop this”

“I’m fine”

“That was not fine” he glared at her “Remember what I told you Leech”

“I know, I know you, me, everyone else is dirt”

“Then why are you treating yourself like the dirt hmm?” his thumb wiped a small tear off her cheek.

“Cant help it”

“You're leaving work early today understand?”

“Pen I cant I'm already in trouble”

“No, get your stuff dear”

“There’s no fighting you is there”

He hugged her tight kissing her on top of her head “Nope!”

“Let me go in and tell everyone I'm not feeling well then so we can get out of here.”

“Don't keep me waiting gorgeous.” he grinned.

——

Leech went to grab her bag from under the bar convincing chop top to take over for her. Luckily he agreed that she needed a break since she’d been working hard to earn some extra cash for the holidays. The nosferatu began making her way out to the back exit when one of the girls stopped her pulling her towards the main entrance of the building.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Payback bitch.”

“For what you already beat me?”

“Like you actually learned your lesson fangs.”

“Look mutt you touch me again and I wont hesitate to defend myself.”

“Then do it what are you so scared of?”

“I…..I need this job ok” Leech pushed pass them and out the door trying to keep her temper in check. They were baiting her and she knew if she took it she’d just be humiliated and jobless. Sandy would say she struck first and it'd be all over.

“Coward” the werewolf spat. “Go home and cry to your circus freak baldy.”

Leech froze. “I am not a coward”

“Then prove it”

She spun around and her bones cracked and fingers dislocated morphing into claws as she flexed them she was prepared to beat someone to death with her fist if she had to. She charged with a snarl something grabbed her and yanked her back. Robert pushed her behind him.

“Call her that again and I’ll break every bone in your body.” he said still holding the frenzied vampire.

“LET ME TEAR HER THROAT OUT PLEASE PEN!” Leech screeched like a  possessed banshee her voice was distorted and demonic, the bones in her arms and shoulders cracked in and out of place. The disguised clown recognized the start of a uncontrolled frenzy and pulled her against him tight.

“We’ll be in touch” he snarled and they faded away into fog.

They reappeared in the middle of the street Leech broke out of his arms and charged forward screeching and eventually flat out roaring, nearly going into full monster form while slashing the air in frustration before falling to her knees. Her elongated twisted arms dropped to the side the razor sharp claws clacked against the pavement.

“You done?”

“Yeah. I'm done” she said silently half to herself. She felt Robert reach behind her and drag her up to her feet her bones cracked back into their normal place and size. “Are we feeling better?” he asked turning her in his arm so she could look at his face.

“A little….not really”

“Would you like to help me do something about that?” he grinned at her wickedly.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Why don't we cause some trouble hm?”

“Well..... that is my speciality.”

——————-

He dragged her into a drug store and grabbed a few cans of portable gasoline tossing one to Leech and grinning. She cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“The lovely ladies in the corner told me all about the bat symbol in their lawn thought we’d give them a repeat performance”

“Ok one I was drunk and two…..I…. get the big can.”

They filled a few bags with supplies Robert made an illusion of them never even being there and they disappeared out the door.

They reappeared outside the werewolf sorority all dolled up with christmas decorations. The vampire grinned at the clown who had resumed his usual form and was holding out a carton of eggs to her. “You do the honors love” he giggled. Leech grabbed two eggs “Music.” she said and Penny snapped his fingers the radio on the car in the driveway sprung to life playing her the perfect song to ransack a house to. The guitar began trudging along Leech juggled the two eggs and as the Beastie Boys Sabotage began to yell through the speakers the vampire chucked them onto the windshield of the fancy BMW. They covered the entire car with eggs, colorful rolls of paper, pies, silly string and crude scratched in drawings. Leech crawled up onto the roof and rearranged the reindeer into an orgy scene and Penny painted a threatening message in floating blood on their garage door. He then proceeded to kill every plant in their garden save for the pine tree done up like christmas in the front yard. Leech had that one covered in the gasoline and below it fireworks.

She pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette standing side by side with the clown. They both looked at each other and each pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Leech flicked the cigarette and they covered their ears together as it landed on a fuse that exploded fireworks onto the gas covered tree at the climax of the song. The vampire stood in front of the inferno with a look of delight on her face while the music ended. Penny tied a single balloon to their mailbox before turning to his mate twirling her around and bringing her close to him. He snapped his fingers again and new music began to play from the debauched convertible.

“I still wish you'd let me kill them but this will have to do” he growled and twirled her again pressing her back to his chest. He ran his hands down her torso and Leech surprised him by twirling away when he got too close.

“Well well well look who's been practicing!” the clown purred with delight pulling her back into position. The nosferatu kicked and snaked her leg around him reaching up and dragging her hand down his cheek. “I did say I was going to catch up to you” she smirked and pushed his face away.  They danced in the fire light and when they heard the scream from the house the two stopped and laughed.

“Close your eyes love” he said quietly. Leech obeyed and felt him press his lips to her’s she felt a tug and everything shifted, sounds were gone replaced by a familiar dripping noise and there was no longer the scent of burning pine in the air. The clown grabbed his mates backside possessively while he kissed her, slipping his gloved hand down her pants to squeeze the cool soft flesh. “Float with me” he growled into her mouth Leech opened her eyes expecting to be in his lair. Which she was, she just didn't expect to be hovering at the top of it. “PENNY WHAT THE FUCK” she grabbed the clown tightly. “Scared of heights love?” He chuckled

“N-NO I'm just um I’ve never floated before”

“Just relax darling i think you'll enjoy this. After all we all float down here its about time you tried it”

“Ok but you're not going to do that deadlight thing right?”

“Not if you're good” he giggled. Leech sighed and buried the side of her face against him.

“I know you don't like hugs and cuddles but I need it right now.” the vampire mumbled while she nuzzled him. The clown rolled his eyes at her and fell backwards, Leech gasped slightly and clung to his costume. He held her to him as he floated on his back “turn around” he whispered excitedly the vampire twisted in her clowns arms so her head rested on his chest gazing upward through the metal grate at the night sky. Clouds parted and a crescent moon lit up the lair the floating bodies danced around them like a carousel.

“I was there when all those were created” the clown began gesturing at the starry sky “Saw the whole thing. Never thought they were all that special.”

“Wow so you're both a literal and figurative cradle robber then” Leech laughed Pennywise glared down at her squeezing her tight and biting her ear. “I'm trying to be nice Leechie!” he growled.

“Ok, ok! Sorry continue”

“ *ahem* Anyway, I'm glad I finally found something special about it.”

The vampire twisted around and rested her elbows on his chest. Pennywise’s golden eyes were staring right at her. “Pen- do you really mean that?”

“Every word my dear.”

Leech hugged her clown tight around his neck a few tears escaped her eyes.

“You know I think I feel a lot better now” she whispered.

“Good.” Penny said he snaked his hands down and squeezed her butt a couple times glancing over at her to gauge her reaction. Leech giggled against him. “Pervert!”

“Cant resist its just so squishy!” he gave her a playful slap while cackling.

“Do it again~” Leech purred. The clown let out a lustful rumble and squeezed her hard. She grabbed his ruffled collar pulling him in for a hungry kiss and Pennywise was more than happy to oblige.

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DAWWW he loves his spooky girlfriend. Also I love the idea of Robert trying really hard to be mysterious classy whiskey drinker guy but secretly hating it and preferring girly frilly drinks that are extra sweet. He’d totally get the chocolate mudslide with extra sprinkles, and way too much whipped cream  while still trying to look like a suave badass. Its ok Robbie you get what you like you precious bean.

[nonsensicalwisdom]

Year 2020

The large oak door gently eased open into a well lit soft blue room. Ahead of the woman was a white crib that housed an infant at about one years old. The child sat up and stared into the woman’s welcoming face. 

“How was your nap, my Darling.” The mother pulled her infant from his crib and cuddled him close to her chest. Her nose met his scalp and she breathed in the soft scent of his hair.

“Would you mind a little song?” The infant looked brightly into his mother’s eyes, his vision focusing on the soft lines of her mouth, he gently smiled.

“Sweet baby warm

In mother’s arms

Sleep tight my darling

I’ll sing you a song”

Fran rocked the boy in her arms swinging her torso side to side.

“Sweet baby warm

Free from all harm

In mother’s arms

I’ll sing you a song.”

The child fought to keep his eyes open but was defeated by the lullaby. Mother walked back to the crib and gently leaned forward to place him down as she hummed the final lines of the melody.

“FRAN!”

A large crash came from the front door sounding as if it were kicked open. Fran startled fumbled with the child in her arms awakening him. The boy burst into hysterics from being shaken.

“My God Joshua. What is happening?”

A man ran up the stairs and met the woman in the child’s room.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Fran punched Josh’s arm. “I just got the baby to sleep and now he’s frightened.” Fran held the baby close to her breast soothing it with comfort. Her husband comforting his back as he left a kiss on his forehead.

“I am so sorry baby but-Fran we have to get out of here.”

“Joshua.” Fran said as she rolled her eyes and pulled away from her husband.

“Fran we have to go. Pack the baby’s clothes and food and other shit quickly we have to get to the bunker.”

Joshua ran out of the bedroom and into their suite. He pulled suitcases down from the closet and began stuffing it with clothes.

Fran with child in hand, fully awake, walks into the bedroom to find her husband ripping through their dressers.

“Let’s go Fran.” Joshua urged focusing on various drawers in the room.

“Josh is this one of those conspiracy things again? One of your doomsday theories? We talked about this already I can not handle this especially with the baby. Think of the baby Josh. Just think it through”

Finally having soothed the child she pushed him out and held him toward Josh’s body.

“Your son.”

“Our son. And we need to go there’s a state of emergency.” Josh left Fran with the baby in her arms.

“What?”

“Have you not been watching the news?” The father grabbed the child from her arms and pointed to the television.

Fran sat on the bed.

Josh placed Junior on the bed near her and rustled deeper through their closet. He found a lock box and decoded it. The door swung open revealing two guns, a stack of money and a little black book.

Fran turned toward the nightstand and grabbed the remote and powered it on. She sat on the bed lifting Junior up from the quilt and sat her eyes on the blaring emergency warning that appeared across the screen.

“Proceed to a fallout shelter. Grab your family, necessities, pet’s food, drinks, batteries and radio to a safe part of your home or government facility. We are under attack by a biological weapon. It is important to stay indoors and seal yourself off from the outside.”

The emergency blare cut off and upon the screen appeared a well-dressed anchor.

“Hello this is Thomas Bragg and I am here to report to you information on the terrorist threat the government has called Fire Fly. It is a biological weapon released into the upper stratosphere that will slowly make it’s way down to the surface within a few days. The government is encouraging citizens to quickly find refuge below ground if possible. If not seek shelter at a local school, library or government building. Locations in your area will be sent via telecommunications to your handheld devices. The President has made a statement issuing alert systems as quickly and effectively as possible. Be prepared to be indoors for days or possibly weeks. The government and military are working tirelessly to assess the severity of the attack and keep the population safe. We urge all citizens under no circumstances to leave their shelters until addressed to. It is only for the safety of the community and well being of officials on the roads. Keep us on as we will be giving live updates on Fire Fly throughout the evening. Again, seek shelter and avoid contact with the outside. A mandatory curfew will be placed at 7pm eastern standard time. Anyone who is out on the streets will be picked up and moved to the nearest facility. The government asks for your cooperation.”

 Fran watched in astonishment as she held junior tight. Frozen she stared at the messages below the tv warning of outbreak statistics and local shelters. Joshua fumbled about the room gathering tech and other important documentation and stuffed it into the compartments of his suitcase.

“Fran.” He called to his wife. “Fran.” He said once more stepping in front of her and the television.

“Fran let’s go.” Fran shook her head and a stream of tears fell upon her cheek.

“I know honey, I know but we have to get into the shelter. Help me gather the tv, radio and flashlights and move some of this food underground.

“I am sorry honey.” Fran sat her eyes watering. “I am so sorry I doubted you. I shamed you for your preparedness. I am a fool.”

“Yes but it’s ok because we are a family and we will be alright. Listen to me, nothing will happen to you and Junior. I promise.” Joshua held out his arms pulling Fran forward and huddling the mother and child.

The couple gathered their items and headed for the bunker in their backyard. Outside they were met with conversations from neighbors crowded talking amongst themselves in the backyard of the next house.

“What do we do?”

“What can we do?”

“I am not prepared.”

“Will we be safe in our basements?”

“Hey, you guys?” The voices came in their direction this time.

“Todd I am sorry there’s no time to talk we have to go.” Joshua said sincerely.

“Then you are as worried as we are. Where are you going?”

“I think we are just going to hunker down in the basement.” Josh replied.

Fran looked at Josh, knowing he was lying but kept a straight face. She gently brushed Juniors hair down patting it softly.

“First we have to gather some more things, our mother, our pets….”

“The basement?”

“Yeah, I mean I don’t know where else to go. How about you?”

“The wife and kids are out of town it’s just me I am just hoping I will be alright ya know.” Todd responded.

“I hear ya. Well if anything we’ll be right here call us Todd.”

Josh made eye contact with Fran as he turned away from his neighbor’s fence. He nodded toward Fran and made his way to the storm cellar. Fran opened the latch and the family walked down inside.

“Honey. What are we going to do?” Fran whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“They will see us walk into the bunker.”

“They wont.”

“How? How can you be so sure? And do you think we should invite Todd he is all alone.”

“No absolutely not we have no idea how long we will be inside and we can’t risk other’s knowing we have food and supplies down here.”

 Joshua shifted his belongings bringing them down into the storm cellar passing Fran and the baby continuously.

“But what if-”

“Now is not the time for hypothetical situations. I can explain to you the information I got but we don’t have a few days to get shit together we have tonight, and we are prepared so we must take care of ours first.”

Joshua grabbed Frans shoulders and held them tightly.

“That moral shit has to go out the window for now. I must show you somethings that won’t be easy to explain to strangers.”

“Why does it take a biological weapon for you to communicate the severity of this. What do you keep from me? Tell me now Josh.” Fran stomped.

“This is not happening today Fran I urge you to get your fucking ass in that bunker.”

Josh pointed to a large toolbox against the wall.

 “I need your help to move this.”

 Fran placed the baby in a stroller and rolled her sleeves up. The couple simultaneously pushed the box to the side revealing a small door.

“What is this?” Fran asked.

“This is one of the entrances to the bunker. The other is in the shed out back under the work mat. I am going to close you and the baby in, and I’ll enter through the other side. Wait for me.”

“Wait, when did you do this?”

Joshua input a keycode at the edge of the shaft. The locks could be heard unlatching from the inside and the door being released.

Joshua ignored his wife’s questions and kept moving to get the supplies inside the bunker. Fran helped. The parents settled the child in a play pen and both waved goodbye as Joshua closed the door and locked it behind them. He struggled but managed to get the toolbox back into its original location.

Joshua closed the storm cellar and walked out into the backyard.

“Joshua.” Todd yelled out from over his fence.

Josh nervously walked over and met the face of his neighbor.

“What’s up?”

“You think I’d be able to find a generator, or they’ll be sold out?”

“It’s getting kind of late ya know. I mean I don’t know you could try but I wouldn’t be out there while people are panicking you know especially with the curfew.”

“This might all blow over right I mean who trusts the government anyway?” Todd joked.

Josh rubbed his eyes and moved his hands down to the sides of his face.

“I suppose your right.”

Todd held his arms out and shrugged.

“I’m sorry Todd I got to get some other things together.  Call if anything. Don’t hesitate”

“I will, and I’ll check for that generator.” Todd chuckled and finger gunned at Josh.

“And don’t forget the gas.” Josh pointed back.

Josh trying to avoid being seen diverted back into the house and looked around to see what he could bring back down to the storm shelter so he wouldn’t look suspicious in case Todd had not left yet.

Todd watched Josh fumble nervously in the window. A few minutes later Josh appeared on the lawn with a pile of blankets.

From inside the bunker Fran watched the CCTV cameras and followed Josh as he headed toward the shed and closed the door behind him locking it securely with a padlock.

Josh lifted the plastic work mat revealing a latch to the other entrance of the bunker. Again, he input a code that set the door open. He pulled it back over his head and locked the bunker door once more. He met with Fran on the inside.

The bunker was spacious about half the size of the backyard. There were three beds, the baby’s crib, a transistor radio, a television, a kitchenette, a bathroom, water filter, generator and the stock pile of ammunition, food, toiletries and medical supplies.

“I have doubted you so often about this shit.” Fran said shamefully.

Joshua shrugged.

“I doubted myself at some point. I thought I was some nut job schizoid but I guess these are the moments you wish would happen to prove your sanity but wish didn’t when everyone else is in danger.”

“What do you know.” Fran placed her baby in the playpen and sat at a tiny table with Josh.

“I know that I had idea this was going to happen?”

“And how’s that?”

“Fran I know some people, scary people, they know everything before any of us know.”

“Yeah but why you.”

“I wanted to know. I wanted to protect my family. And here we are.

….

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Things I don’t like about myself

I always say I hate attention but I love it.I like to joke about the tragedies in my life.I love it when people feel sorry for me. I love to talk about my problems with other people.  I think by laughing at my pain that others will see me as strong and I’ll get more pity from them. I love pity. I love to be pitied. I tell all my friends the stories of my grandparents dying, my pets getting killed or my family breaking apart, and I don’t want them to forget it so I turn it all into jokes, maybe jokes that they want to hear again. I want my problems to ring in the ears of other people, so they might ask me to tell them again.

“Hey man tell us how your pets died again”

“Ha ha sure thing. It all started with this chihuahua I had way back......”

And there I go for another hour, telling the tales of my losses.

People think I’m funny. I’m not funny, and I don’t care how many people tell me I am.I am not funny. I’m just a leech, I’ve never came up with anything original in my life. I’m incapable of doing so. I can’t create something new I can only take bits and pieces from others and mash them together. It’s disgusting. No I’m not someone you should laugh at. What did the audience ever even hear from me, oh a wacky sound, oh a controversial political opinion in a funny accent. Fuck me. I make myself sick. All I am is a leech, no, less than a leech, I’m just a copy, a mimic. Even a leech has ability all it’s own. Not me. I have no talents, no gifts, and no drive or willpower to develop one. I’m just a lump, a pile of unmolded clay drying in it’s container. I squander my own potential an then have the gall to blog about it like some dramatic little bitch.  Oh how original, airing your problems on tumblr for all the world to see, hoping someone sees it and offers help. What am I even doing. I’m losing steam. I was angry at myself but now I’m just feeling sadness. Just overwhelming sadness. If i wasnt typing right now I’d just be sitting here, in my room doing nothing. Just nothing. I’d just sit in my chair and I’d stare, to sad or unmotivated to sleep, or eat, or do anything fun. I’d just sit here and star and stare and stare.

Found a new sore spot for myself.

I have stories you know, like original stories, and I know that contradicts what I typed above but that was a different me, a different emotion. No i have a story in my mind and I love it. It a sci-fi tale that I’ve been thinking about for the last 6 years at least. I’ve tried so many times to write it down but there’s something wrong with me. I just can’t do it. Whenever I go to write I just lose it, it vanishes from my mind. All gone. That not true, what actually happens is a number of things. I’ll go to write it and suddenly this cool idea just seems so dumb. All my drawings and stories get erased and torn up because after I write or draw something I hate it. i hate everything I make. I hate it all so much it never comes out right. The dialogue is clunky, the plot makes no sense, I an’t figure out what I want to happen.l can’t picture anything in my mind. All i see is black. I don’t even have dreams when I go to sleep. I can’t remember anything, names faces, conversations. I always have this god damn headache. Every single night without fail I just get so sad. i can usually stave it off by talking to a friend over the internet though. It feels so good you know, to hear the voice of someone who understands you. I have a friend who understands me, and they know more about me than anyone else on earth. Not my family, certainly not my parents, my friends knows the real me. The me that I hate. The messed up me. The perverse me who prides himself by how neatly organised his depraved porn collection is, the disgusting me who masturbates to drawings. The pathetic me who is so afraid every body that he’s never had date or even tried to get one.

I am lonely on purpose. I do it to myself because I’m scared.So scared of people. I have friends yeah, but I always feel like some needy puppy when I'm around them. i feel like they dont really like me, even the friend who I said knows everything about me. I feel like I’m a bother to everyone, but that’s just friendships, its worse for love. I’m 19, still young, but I’ve never been on a date, and what’s worse is I’ve never tried to get one. I just don’t know how. how do you just talk to someone you’ve never met before, how do you initiate friendship, how do you initiate romance. I’ve never made friends with people, I always wait for people to make friends with me. I have no idea how to talk to a new person. how do you just walk up someone and talk to them without being creepy. Do compliment them on their clothes? will they think that i was staring at them? Do I try to join in their conversation? Wont that make them think I was eavesdropping? how the fuck do you talk to people? How god damn it? I don’t think I’ve ever started a conversation in my life.

I’m not one for self diagnosis but something is wrong with me. I feel like I’m going crazy. I feel like I Can’t go to anyone with this. They’ll think I’m loony, they’ll put me on watch lists. They’ll think I’m dangerous. i’m not dangerous, I’m just sad. I ruined my chances though of getting help. Let me tell you about that.

This is my absolute greatest pain in life. My parents splitting up, my grandparents dying, all my animals getting killed. None of that matters, if I could stop any of that from happening, I wouldn’t, instead I’d stop what I’m about to tell you from happening. I was going through my mothers box of memories from when my brothers and I were much younger. I found a note from my first grade teacher in a folder about how much she enjoyed having me in class all those years ago. So i thought it would be really cool if I found my teacher on Facebook and sent her the note and caught up with her. I’m very sentimental, I get sad throwing away old pen, so I thought this would be a fantastic way to connect back with someone from my past. but GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DID I FUCK UP. I sent her the note and told her who I was. She was thrilled to get my message and we chatted back and forth for a couple of days and all was good. however, there were a couple of outlying problems, a few confounding variables, you see, sometimes meanings get lost through faceless text conversations. So when I told her “I had a bad memory” Instead of me not being able to remember anything, it was taken as me being a troubled child with a memory of a bad event. Maybe you can see where this is going. Oh but that’s not the worst part by any means at all. When I tell you this next thing your going to think I’m the dumbest piece of shit to ever walk the planet. you're going to wonder how I even survive. Holy shit its so bad. Ok, I have a poor memory, I can’t remember a dang thang. What I failed to mention, and I know you don’t like this word, is that I am FUCKING RETARDED. I wanted this teacher to supply me with something to help me jog my memory of this school hadn’t gone to in over 10 years. So in my infinite fucking wisdom, I asked her to take a picture of a map of the school and send it to me. So if  I told you that a possibly troubled kid just randomly sent a messaged out of the blue asking for a a teacher for map to a school he hasn't been to in over 10 years, what do you think that means? Well, to people unlike myself, who have normal functioning brains, that sounds like a guy who want to come and shoot up an elementary school.So I got some calls from some police departments, got some calls from my family, left work, cried a bunch, beat myself up and stopped using Facebook. The greatest pain I’ve ever experienced in my life was, and is, the pain of knowing that my idiocy, and my bumbling, caused people out there to feel unsafe. It hurts so bad knowing that my stupidity killed the peace of mind of others. I’m so sorry. I have a fear now, you know? i’m paranoid, I think It’ll happen again. i’ll open my mouth and hurt somebody. So ever since then, I don’t talk to people as much. I go to work, don’t speak unless spoken to. Go to class, don’t speak unless spoken to. Visit family, don’t speak unless spoken to.

I’m not having a good time, but, I don’t know. Could be worse.

now I’m going to put some tags on this wall of text because I want people to read this.

[humblydefiant]

10 questions

Sooooo... I was tagged by several wonderful, amazing people on this and I decided to just tackle them all in one big post (but I’ll put it under a cut so I don’t make people’s thumbs bleed). Thank y’all for being patient and for including me (and at least it didn’t take me a month this time!). I know I haven’t been around much lately and it’s driving me nuts cause I miss talking to everyone. :( But, here are the lovely peeps and their questions and then my questions and tags below. Oh, and I’m answering in the order I received these, but you are all my favorite children (don’t tell the others).

My beautiful new friend @sweet-ree asked:

1. What’s your sign? Birthday? I’m a Taurus still (I think - wasn’t there something a while back where they were adding a new sign? Did I dream that - I don’t keep up with the news). My bday is April 26, 19xx.

2. Favorite cocktail? (If you don’t drink, favorite concoction?) I like Jack on the rocks (yes the drink and yes my husband, preferably both). If I’m mixing, then I use Ginger Ale with Canadian whisky. I call it a Canadian Ginger (I dunno if there is a real name for it).

3. Do you have any special/unusual/secret talents? I really want to degrade myself here (I’m really good at that!) but I will refrain. But honestly, I can’t think of a thing. I got nothin.

4. What is a personal accomplishment you are proud of? Did anyone tell you that you couldn’t do it? Breaking away from my parents’ world view. I’m the only one in my family who isn’t wrapped up in religious bull shit (and please understand I’m not dissing religious people in general - just their particular brand of it). Like I still wonder how I did it. Being gay had a lot to do with it I guess.

5. What is your favorite stuffed animal? Current please (and don’t tell me you don’t have any, I’m over 40 and I have lots incl a giant Appa, I wont believe you) LOL  Um... I don’t have any. I swear! Well, that’s not true. I have an old Ty stuffed bear (do you remember those Ty animals that were so big in the late nineties/early 00s?). An old boyfriend gave it to me. I got rid of him but I still have the bear somewhere. So I guess it’s my favorite by default. (I swear sweet-ree... I would totally own up if I had stuffed animals.)

6. Favorite fic writers? Oh lawd. I am surrounded by so many amazing fic writers here on tumblr it puts me to shame. And I don’t have the time I wish I had to read everything. But I’m lucky that pretty much all of them have me as a mutual (and that makes me really happy). And some of my mutuals have done a couple of short fics and I wish they would do more! And I’m stalling cause I’m terrified I will name some and inadvertently leave others out... and I’m sorry if I do... but... @nightmarestudio606 @bagog @bardofheartdive @ellebeedarling @estalfaed @missannaraven are the most prolific ones but there are many others that I love to and oh shit I’m sorry if I can’t list everyone.

7. Phrase from a video game which became like a mantra to you? (one of my favorite questons!) I don’t know about a mantra (maybe an internal one) but Zaeed’s battle cry in ME2 of “Sit down” is great. I was actually thinking of this the other day. I’d really like to say this to a lot of people as I knock them on their ass.

8. Who was your first fictional crush? (another favorite) I think it was Aquaman [don’t judge]. I really couldn’t tell you why. 

9. Any kinks you’d like to share? Oh, gee. Probably what I would think of as a kink others might think of as vanilla. I guess the dirtiest I ever get is water sports (and its not that I’m really into that but I’m not opposed to it either). Plus, I’m better at giving than receiving - if that’s even close to the right terminology cause (as I was told by a urologist once) I could strip the bark off of a tree and I can do it while erect. Hmmmm... I think I might have just identified a new career path... ;)

10. Post a gif/smiley face/pic/emoji of your current mood.

Me reading the answers to the questions of the people who tagged me. :)

The über talented @missannaraven asked:

1. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Dark chocolate. Not too dark. 80% max. But yeah. I love it. And, if it were all I was eating then I wouldn’t live long and I’d want to die happy.

2. Do you have any nicknames? If not, is there one you’d like to have?

No official ones, no. A lot of my friends call me Ty. A certain circle of friends call me Tysonia (er, you’d just have to know them… they’re special lol). And most of my tumblr friends call me Humbles or some variation thereof, even when they know my real name. It’s funny, when @bardofheartdive came to visit me and she met some of my friends, she referred to me as Humbles and it took my friends a bit of time to realize she was talking about me. haha

3. If you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d buy?

Buy? Hell, I’d put it in the bank. I could just live off the interest. But, I would however pay off my school loan (cause I live in America and it costs a lot of money to obtain useless degrees)

4. Are you a morning person or a night person?

I used to consider myself a night person but I’m old now and suddenly not so much. At 10:30 I’m like, guys I gotta get home my jammies are calling. Well, I don’t wear jammies but it works metaphorically.

5. Do you consider yourself a good cook?

No. I cook. But I don’t consider myself a good cook. I’m not sure if anyone else does either. And I obsessively follow recipes. Like I’ll stand with a cup of sugar in my hand and look at the recipe five times. Is this where I put it in? *that’s what he said* And what the hell does “fold gently mean”? I’m baking a cake not doing laundry.

6. What kinds of things really make you laugh?

Oh, I’m a sucker for sarcasm. But anything can make me laugh really. And I love to laugh.

7. What is your favourite way to spend a day off?

The answer to this is really sad. But playing video games. There are lots of other things I enjoy doing but my favorite thing is just getting lost in a game. Or, if other people are with me, I love playing board/card games to. I just like to have fun.

8. Do you have any pet peeves?

Yes, more than I will admit. I guess the biggest one is arrogance. It drives me freaking nuts. Like you human just like the rest of us. You didn’t put yourself here so get over yourself.

9. Who is your best friend?

Hmmm… this is a really tough question. It’s weird because the person I consider my best friend, I hardly ever see.  But he was there for me when no one else was back in some much darker days and I bonded with him in a way that has never been broken. He says the same but he lives far away and we both suck at actually checking in with each other. But yeah, I still consider him my best friend.

10. What should I know about you that I’d never think to ask?

Hell if I know. I’m not that interesting. I don’t really know what anyone would want to know about me. Hmmmm… let me think. Well, I mentioned school loans earlier. A lot of people don’t know that I have a masters in education though I’ve never been a teacher. I did student teaching and loved/hated it. I had a student find me on facebook and said I was the best teacher she had which made me super proud. I dunno, it’s the first thing that came to mind.

The splendiferous @you-are-a-program (he’s also one-half of Europe’s greatest power couple, just sayin) asked:

1 Favourite Bioware romance?

Anyone want to guess? Anyone? MSHENKO baby. Like, it’s the OTP to end all others.

2 Dragon Age or Mass Effect?

Mass Effect. Though I love Dragon Age (and actually played it first). They are both so good but Mass Effect has mshenko so...

3 Favourite game?

Ok, I’m going to steer myself away from Mass Effect *put it down boy... drop it! good boy* and go with the Uncharted series. I loves me some Nathan Drake. Non-video game-wise, @bardofheartdive introduced me to Pandemic which is a really awesome game.

4 Favourite song (right now)? 

“Can’t Afford It” by Runaground

5 Pizza or pasta? 

*bites nails* Um, pizza? Yeah. That’s my final answer. But barely. I love Italian food!

6 On a scale from ‘throw it into hellfire’ and ‘blessed item’, where do you think pineapple on pizza falls?

I am on the “throw it into hellfire” camp. I hate pineapple period. And I love pizza so it seems to be an unholy combination. BUT I have no problem with people who love it. Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean others can’t. We can coexist.

7 Favourite 80s song? (come on guys we all have one don’t be shy)

Oh, hell, I ain’t shy. I love 80s music. And my fave song is “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds. (Technically, “With Or Without You” by U2 is my fave but it kinda transcends any time period for me so...)

8 High socks or ankle socks (trying to sort out a fierce debate with the boyfriend tbh cause he’s part of the heathen ankle sock clan)

Gotta go with the BF on this one dude. Sorry. But, then, I am a heathen so - I guess that makes sense.

9 Cats, dogs or foxes?

Cats. Can’t have a cat cause of the hubs but I prefer them. But I love dogs, too. I’m sure I’d love foxes if I knew any.

10 And finally the most important question of all that tests a person’s character: opinions on Boney M’s Rasputin?

*throws down pencil* Welp, I’ve failed. Cause I don’t even know what that is. Does this make me a bad person? Or just an uncultured one?

Finally, the magnificent @shotce asked:

Which (video game) character do you most empathize with and why?

I’m tempted to say Shepard but that would be a lie. Shepard is someone I would love to be but could never. I really connect more with Ryder. They basically are just a regular person who gets thrust into a leadership role they weren’t prepared for and are constantly asking “um, am I doing this right cause I have no idea.” Plus, they have a sarcastic wit. So, yeah, that’s something I can definitely connect with. 

In ME3 did you pick Control, Synthesis or Destroy? Or which one did you favor when playing multiple times? If you didn’t play ME, which type of endings do you usually choose?

I tend to choose Destroy but not really for the moral reasons that most people do. More of a selfish reason that I can’t stand to see Shep sacrifice themselves and I hold out the hope they survive. However, I understand why Control and Synthesis are choices though. 

What is an otp you don’t post as much about? What about your notp?

Probably my other bioware OTP which is Garrett Hawke and Anders. I post about it some on my pinterest but I don’t love them so much to spend much time about it on here. And there are other ships that are in my head but aren’t true otps. A notp? I have plenty ships that I’m not interested in but I don’t rain on other people’s parades so I just keep those to myself. :)

Would you be interested in a flat Kaidan/mshenko sent out through the community?

Mmmm... I’m not sure what the question is. I’m sorry! If you clarify in the notes I’ll try to update!!! But I’m pretty much in support of Kaidan/mshenko in any form so I have a feeling the answer will be a YAS!

What is your favorite type of xover to read/see? Don’t like xovers? What’s a show/movie/fandom you’re into that’s rarely on your blog?

Oh gosh, I love the idea of crossovers and really any combination. @mshenkowithoutadoubt and @bardofheartdive have both brought up a Sense8/Mass Effect xover that sent my head spinning with possibilities. I’ve seen a lot of ME/Dragon Age crossovers that were really well done. Others that can be mixed/matched with reckless abandon: Fringe and Star Trek are just two of many that come to mind.

What trope is your favorite and which one do you despise?

Shotce, you are really cooking my noodle here. LOL I know what tropes are but don’t really ever think about them. So, I don’t know. haha

Do you have any gaming/writing rituals? (I.e. Cocktails, mood lighting)

For gaming, not really. I tend to get really ultra-sucked in so all other conscious awareness of reality kind of goes out the window. For writing - I can’t say I have a ritual (it would probably help me if I had one). I have a playlist I tend to put on when write. Cocktails help! lol But I rarely take part when I write.

What way do you like to shake off a bad day? Or what motivates you?

Playing video games help. As I said above, I tend to block out the rest of the world when I play. So goodbye bad juju. I also enjoy just browsing tumblr in bed, chatting with friends and soaking up some mshenko feels.

If you joined the Inquistion (or moved into a castle) where would you park your butt? Tavern? Library? The gardens? Stable?

The ramparts. I love the view!!! I’d have to make regular side trips to the library and chat/make out with Dorian. (I’ll just cut through Cullen’s office to ogle him teehee) 

What is your weapon of choice in most video games? Powers/biotics? Shotguns or arrows? Wit or strength?

Oh, I’m a vanguard boy. It’s a parallel for how I live my life. Rush headlong into situations without thinking about it, take stock of the situation, shit myself, then fight out of sheer desperation to get out of there. Conversely, my weapon of choice is a sniper rifle. Weird huh?

Ooookaaayy.  So I know I’m supposed to write my own questions and tag people but it took me so long to do this (not that I’m complaining at all - I normally eat this stuff with a spoon but I’m just pressed for time these days) that I can’t do that part right now. Maybe later and I will reference back to this??? Anyway, thank you for your time and attention. I know this was a lot. And for some reason I’m still babbling so... bye.

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I started writing and made this:

This got longer than I thought it would so there is a cut.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it was only supposed to be a nice night at the annual fair. Not a night with his father.

“I thought you were going on a date?” Mic asked as he went up to his son. They were at the front gates and Mic was with Midnight and Aizawa. Kai was waiting for someone as he got there earlier.

“I am dad. We’re meeting here. He said once how he wanted to go here so I got us tickets. He should be here soon, I don’t want to be seen with you.” Kai was quick to retort back. He had a date with Todoroki, he was not about to be caught with his father. Along with his other teachers.

“Oh it’s a he? Do I know him?” Midnight started asking as Kai sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Just leave us alone please? Eraser, can you tell them to go away?” Kai asked as he called his teacher eraser in public.

“Come on Hizashi, let the kid have some fun. You two dragged me here to be the adult of you two, not the kid.” Aizawa said as Kai couldn’t help but snicker.

“We’re totally going to crash your date later! Bye~” Mic said as he walked off, dragging Aizawa with him. Midnight following behind them.

Kai just sighed as Todoroki came up to him.

“Hey, I noticed Mic was here.” He spoke and Kai just nodded slightly.

“We can totally cancle and do this another day if you would like, I-I haven’t actually told him that it’s you. He’s also with Mr. Aizawa and Midnight. I understand if you don’t want to have a date with them-” Kai started rambling as Todoroki pressed a kiss to the male’s cheek to shut him up. Both of them flushing light red.

“It’s fine, let’s forget about them and have fun. I actually have never been to this fair before.” Todoroki spoke and Kai just smiled sheepishly.

“O-Okay, let’s go. First we are going to the treat booths as those are the best. I really like the Crepes and Choco Bananas. They also have a ton of other things. Mochi, Nikumaki Onigiri, Candy Apples, Shaved Ice, and many more things. Oh! Then the games are the best. they have Super ball Sukui and I always spend too much time there. It’s really fun!” Kai started rambling as he grabbed Todoroki’s hand, dragging him along. The male smiling as he was brought along to a new place.

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Mic smiled as he had brought Midnight and Shoto here so that they could relax for a bit. They just started a long weekend so he wanted to treat his friends. Also he was seeing who could win more points in each game against Midnight.

They were heading towards the food booths as they just did some shooting and ring tossing games. Mic won the tossing games then Midnight won the shooting games.

“What are Crepes?” A familiar voice spoke near them. Midnight was quick to notice Todoroki, then Kai. Soon enough Mic and Aizawa noticed too.

“That actually makes things click together.” Aizawa said and the other two were about to freak out, though Aizawa sent them the ‘don’t’ glare.

“My favorite are the honey ones. I know I’m going to get myself one, do you want one as well or just want to try mine?” Kai asked as him and Todoroki were unaware of the adults glancing and listening in to them.

“I guess I’ll try yours.” Todoroki spoke as Mic just was in shock that he was on a date with him. Not judging him, but shocked.

“Seems like they’re having fun together. We should leave them alone.” Midnight said as he saw Kai laughing and Todoroki smiling.

“Fine, we will crash it later though.” Mic said and he was really glad to see his son so happy.

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Later on the three adults saw the two teens sitting on the grassy area while eating something. Before he could be stopped, Mic raced his way over to them and took them both under an arm each.

“Dad! What the hell!” Kai squeaked out and lightly hit his father when he let go. Face flushed red. 

“Uh, hello President Mic.” Todoroki said softly as his face was also flushed. Soon enough the other adults caught up.

“Sorry Kai, couldn’t stop him.” Aizawa said as he nodded at the two. Midnight just sat down as well and smiled, started asking them questions. Soon enough all of the adults were sitting around them.

“I guess the adults have hijacked this, sorry.” Kai said to Todoroki as he just chuckled.

“It’s fine, I’ve had fun and I’m surprised it took him this long to crash. I don’t mind.” Todoroki said as Kai’s heart just melted more for him. He smiled and rested his head on Todoroki’s shoulder.

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Todorki sighed as he took out his phone that was buzzing for a third time in a row. He was still with everyone and sitting outside. Kai glanced at his phone and frowned.

“Ignore him. Come to our place. You are not doing training.” Kai said as the adults were confused.

“Kid, I need you to explain before you invite him over.” Mic said as he was confused.

“Fire jack ass wants to train Todoroki more, no way. He’s called him three times. He only does this when he wants to train him.” Kai explained before Todoroki could protest. Mic just sighed.

“Fine, we’ll be out late anyways. You two head back. I’ll be home later. Midnight said something about bars and we are going to go check some out” Mic said as Kai just groaned.

“I swear if you come home drunk and wake me up, I will tie you with vines. This is not an empty threat. Last time you almost broke my ears because you couldn’t control yourself. Eraser, could you please, please, make sure he doesn’t to shit faced?” Kai said as Todoroki just chuckled.

“Languge.” Mic mumbled as Aizawa chuckled while nodding.

“Sure. First let me drop you two off just to be safe. Hizashi and Nemuri, just text me the bar you’re going to. I’ll meet up with you.” Aizawa said as they nodded.

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While it was the three of them in the car, Kai kept fidgeting.

“What’s wrong Kai?” Aizawa asked as he noticed the boy’s movements.

“I just don’t want this to get out to the others. I’m worried Dad will blabble to the other teachers or to his favorite students with out realizing. Hell, he might even mention it on his show. I just, I don’t know. I’m being irrational.” Kai said as Todoroki had an arm around the male. 

“If he does mention it to anyone, then you have my permission to screw with him.” Aizawa said as he was more like an uncle to Kai.

“Thanks uncle.” Kai muttered as he rested his head on Todoroki’s shoulder, yawning.

“Get some sleep.” Todoroki said softly as Kai nuzzled into him.

Soon enough Kai was asleep and Aizawa was the first to speak up.

“A word gets out about any of this, not just you two but along with MIc, Midnight, and I; then I will suspend you. I know you wont hurt him so I will make sure Mic doesn‘t give you that speech. Just, be there for him. Okay?” Aizawa said as he cared about both of the kids, hell he cared for his whole class.

“I will. I want to be there for him for as long as possible.” Todoroki said as he gently pet Kai’s hair.

“He has abandoment issues. Don’t tell anyone. He has a rocky past. So I’m worried about him all the time. I’ve known him since he was 4.” Aizawa explained and Todoroki nodded. He would risk his life for Kai. He has fallen in love so hard and it took a few months to figure out what these feelings were that he was feeling.

“Are you two offical yet?” Aizawa asked after a moment of silence.

“No, this was our third date. I want to ask him but I’m nervous.” Todoroki spoke as Aizawa smiled.

“He loves you kid, ask him later.” Aizawa spoke as the car stopped, “We’re here, come on I’ll let you in while you carry Kai.” Aizawa said as Todoroki nodded and grabbed Kai.

They were let in and Aizawa showed Todoroki where Kai’s room was. Making sure that Todoroki knew where all the emergency stuff was just in case. He then left and locked the door behind him with the key he has. Happy for the kids.

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Todoroki smiled as he got in the bed with the male, taking their shoes off first and then cuddling with him. and soon enough a cat as well. The grey cat settled between the two and purred slightly at the warmth.