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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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End Up Here | Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested: Yes/No

hi!! could you please write a fic where the reader is an actor on jatp and the cast have a sleepover and some of them decide to play seven minutes in heaven, and the reader ends up in the closet with owen who they have a massive crush on and they end up making out in the closet? love your writing!!

A/N: Special thanks to @calamitykaty and @vrthngiwnt for letting me bounce some ideas off them and giving me some of their creativity. Love you both!

Pairing: Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Song(s) used: Into The Unknown - Frozen II / Drag Me Down - One Direction

Warnings: It’s just light and fluffy.

Words: 6,411

How in the holy hell did she end up here? Here. In Savannah’s closet, kissing one of her best friends whom she’d had a crush on for weeks now. Kissing Owen Joyner. It was only this morning they were still bullying each other playfully during dance training. It was only a month ago the two had met.

A month ago she got the call from her agent that she got the gig. She was going to be in a Kenny Ortega production. A freaking Kenny Ortega production. After being a fan of his work since she was literally a child, she finally got the honor to work with him on a project. Albeit as more of an extra, but still.

A member of popular girl Carrie Wilson’s band. Dirty Candy singer #3. Member of Dirty Candy. No matter how she put it, it still all seemed so surreal.

The first day of bootcamp, y/n was extremely nervous. This was her first ever project and she wanted to do it right. This was something so close to her heart as she, herself, had lost her mom and lost the love to dance and sing for a while too until she found the strength again through friends and family.

Besides, getting to play a mean girl did seem a lot of fun.

“Oh, hey,” a girl greeted. She had long blonde hair that cascaded into curls down her neck and shoulders, and big brown bambi eyes twinkling at her. “I’m Savannah. You’re a Dirty Candy member?” she introduced herself and asked you, in one go.

“Uh, yeah! I’m member number three,” she chuckled awkwardly before reaching out her hand towards her. “I’m y/n,” she said with a smile that reached her ears. Savannah looked at her hand and then grabbed it, and pulled her in for a hug.

A surprised shriek arose from member number three before she wrapped her arms around the 5 foot something specimen that clung to her for a while.

“I can’t wait to get started!” Savannah clapped her hands excitedly when she had pulled away from the hug.

As time went by, a lot more people filed into the room. Some of them y/n recognized, like Jeremy Shada, but also some of the fellow dancers seemed very familiar. Probably from dance classes back in High School or College, she thought.

“Okay, let’s get this started!” A man of medium-build with a baseball cap on his head and a smile on his face clapped his hands, and rubbed them together as if planning some sort of scheme. “I’m Paul Becker, I’m the choreographer and along with Tori and Louise, my assistants, I’ll be getting you prepped for all dance rehearsals.” He pointed at the two girls on the first row. One of which y/n knew from college, Tori. A petite brown girl who was so sweet and kind, and a masterpiece of motion. Y/N remembered how she always outshone everyone in class.

Kenny Ortega stood next to Paul, smiling at the group of talent he’d accumulated, and said, “We’re just gonna start with some icebreaker games today to get to know each other better and then really get to work.” Y/N glanced around the room to check if she was the only one that seemed nervous. Halfway through the room, she made eye contact with a tall blonde boy with what she thought was the most adorable smile ever. She shot him a smile back before focusing on Kenny again. “I’m assuming not everyone knows each other’s names yet, so I suggest we start with the name game?” he looked at Paul, who gave a nod of assent.

“Let’s all sit down in a big circle,” Paul said, rotating his finger to indicate the circle. Savannah, standing closest to Y/N, grabbed the girl’s hand and brought her closer to the rest of the group before they both sat down, along with the others.

“The premise is to remember everyone else’s name,” Kenny began, “So, for example. I’ll start and say Kenny, then Paul, who’s sitting next to me goes ‘Kenny, Paul’, then Tori has to go ‘Kenny, Paul, Tori,’ and so on and so forth. Got it?” All participants nodded their heads.

A groan is heard from the other side of the circle, “I’m gonna have to remember so many names!” The blonde guy with the cute smile from earlier whined. The group burst out laughing at his annoyance.

“Well, let’s hope you remember the names better than the lyrics to your audition song, huh, Owen?” Kenny retorted teasingly, sending the rest of the group into another fit of laughter as the blonde boy glared at the director.

Y/N made a mental note to remember his name. Owen. When she looked at him at that moment, she recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t put her finger on where or how.

“Okay, so, I’ll start,” Kenny said and repeated his name.

“Kenny, Paul,” Paul said, then looked at the girl next to him.

“Kenny, Paul, Tori.” Everyone then averted their eyes to the blonde girl sitting next to Tori.

“Kenny, Paul, Tori, Louise.” Everyone’s eyes then went to the girl sitting on y/n’s right, who she’d met before.

“Kenny, Paul, Tori, Louise, Savannah.”

Her heart beated faster as everyone’s eyes were focused on her as she repeated the names, “Kenny, Paul, Tori, Louise, Savannah, y/n.”

She looked around the circle with a smile as the girl next to her continued. Her eyes stopped at Owen, who was looking at her too with a tender smile on his face. Instead of simply shooting a smile back, she mimed “Pay attention”. His shoulders jolted from the soft chuckle that came through before he focused on the next person.

The game went on for a while until it reached Owen. Y/N could tell from the look in his eyes that he was struggling to remember them all. There were a lot of names to remember, that’s true, but y/n thought it was pretty simple to remember.

“Kenny, Paul, Tori, Louise, Savannah, y/n,” he halted his gaze on her for a split second before continuing, “Sacha, Jadah, uhm…” His eyes flicked back to y/n, begging for help. She started mouthing the names along, and even though he couldn’t really lipread, the help was welcome. “Kyra, Halle, Jeremy, Madison, Owen.”

Of course, he knew the last two people before him, but Kyra and Halle seemed difficult names for him to remember.

“That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” the boy next to him slapped him on the shoulder as the group burst out into laughter. Owen, however, couldn’t help but smile as he looked at y/n.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that bad,” he mumbled and shot her a thankful wink.

Charlie then ended the circle, and though Kenny wanted to go around the circle once more, the contradictory moans and complaints made him finish the game and tell everyone to get up off the floor. Paul grabbed a rope from the ground near the wall-covering mirror and handed one end to Kenny. The latter looked around the room for a second before calling out y/n’s name, beckoning her to come over. Confused and a little embarrassed, she walked over to the director.

“You’re about the average height of everyone here, so we need your waist,” he told her, chuckling. The soft caress of his hand on her shoulder made her calm down a little as he guided her to the middle of the room. Paul and Kenny then secured the rope at the height of her waist. One side on the barre, the other on a hook in the wall. “I’m gonna split you into two groups and make it a competition,” he then said and looked around the room to see who could make a great team.

“Let’s do Dirty Candy against Julie and The Phantoms?” Paul suggested, “Jadah with the Phantoms team and Sacha with the Dirty Candy team? And Louise can join the Phantoms team too, to balance it out.” Kenny let his eyes wander over the two groups as they scattered towards each other.

“Yep, I like that,” he then said and clapped his hands. “Premise of this game is to get across the rope together. There’s no going under it, it’s not a game limbo dancing. Okay? You gotta brainstorm and get across using teamwork.”

“What does the winner get?” Owen asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he and his team huddled together on one side of the rope, closest to the mirror.

“If Team Dirty Candy wins, they get to see your audition tape,” Kenny promised, immediately wiping off the smirk on Owen’s face as everyone on team Dirty Candy cheered and giggled. “If Team Phantoms wins…”

A boost of confidence rushed through y/n as she exclaimed, “No need for that, Kenny. Team Dirty Candy is gonna win!” Sacha and Halle lifted their hands, so y/n hit hers against them in high fives.

The director laughed at that while Owen kissed his teeth, an amused smirk playing at his lips. “We’ll see about that,” he said. “Kenny, what’s in it for us?” The director’s eyes darted from y/n to Owen and back, picking up on the connection that had formed between them with just non-verbal communication.

“What would you say if I could get into possession of home videos from when y/n was younger.” Y/N’s eyes widened at this. She had almost forgotten her parents used to be buddies in college with Kenny, and he and her dad worked together on a couple of projects.

“Yep, okay, you’re going down, Dirty Candy!” said Owen threateningly. “How is that fair, Kenny?!” y/n exclaimed, glaring at Owen as he cackled.

“About as fair as you seeing my audition tape!” he yelled, but still had that amused smile on his face that told her he wasn’t actually mad at her.

She pressed her lips together into a tight line before turning to her team. “We have to win this thing, guys.” All four other Dirty Candy singers and Sacha nodded their heads determinedly, and threateningly turned back to their opposing team.

“You’ve got half an hour to get everyone across. Every time a person touches the rope, everyone who’s already crossed over has to go back,” Paul explained in a stern tone. “Teams ready?” Both teams huddled up into a group, ready to brainstorm quickly. Y/N looked up, locking eyes with Owen straight away. He glared at her as she pointed two fingers at her own eyes, then pointing them to him. “3-2-1… GO!” Paul pressed the timer on his phone as the two teams began frantically discussing.

“I used to be a gymnast,” Kyra started in a hushed tone. “If I can get onto someone’s shoulders, I can summersault my way off?”

“Don’t you need a mat for that on the other side so as to not break your ankles?” Halle asked, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. The gymnast of the group shook her head, and so the discussion continued.

On the other team, Owen was taking the lead in their discussion. He seemed to just have a game plan ready in his mind. There was no way the other team would ever be allowed to see his audition tape. It was way too embarrassing.

“We’re gonna start with Charlie and me on our knees in front of the rope. Louise or Jeremy, one of you is gonna stand on both our knees and hop over. Then, whoever went over is gonna mirror us on the other side, so the next person has to step onto your thigh as they step over. We’re just gonna continue like that until I’m the last one here. I’m able to just jump across.” His teammates looked at him as if he’d just spoken Chinese. Blinking eyes and mouths ajar.

They had five minutes left and on both teams, the second to last person had just gone over. Now, only Owen and Y/N were left standing on their side. Glaring at each other when they noticed this was match point, both of them stepped back for the run-up, and leapt over the rope at exactly the same time.

Their teammates cheered as both teams huddled into a group hug. Kenny and Paul stood on the sidelines, applauding both team’s efforts.

“I think we have a tie,” Kenny announced once the cheering had died down.

“So, what does that mean?” Owen asked, glancing over at y/n anxiously. It would be fairest to have both their prices or no prices at all.

“I think our two team captains can decide that,” Kenny said, pointing at both Owen and y/n, who had started this little war in the first place. “Do you wanna see each other’s videos, or is no one ever gonna see anything at all?”

Y/N and Owen glanced at each other, trying to communicate what each of them were feeling in that very moment. Owen’s eyes searched her face as she bit down on her lip. It wouldn’t be fair for me to see her old family videos. Those are kind of private, he thought.

“I think we’re good,” Owen replied and offered the girl a smile as she nodded her head agreeingly. “This was a fun game, I don’t think it needs a price.”

“Agreed.”

Kenny and Paul told them to take a break before they got to the real dance training. Before y/n could join Savannah to their bags, Owen stopped her with a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Nice job, y/n,” he said, opening his palms and holding them out to her. Y/N hit her hands on his in a double low five as a giggle escaped her lips.

“You too,” she said.

The rest of the day was spent dancing, or at least for Y/N. The first two hours, they had dance training together, but then they were split up into groups again. Y/N had more dance rehearsals with the girls from Dirty Candy while Madison and the boys went to try out some songs they were going to sing on the show.

From that first day on, y/n knew that this wasn’t just going to be a work relationship she was building up with these people. She felt in her stomach that these people were going to become her best friends, her family. And she wouldn’t want to change it for the world.

At the end of bootcamp, y/n was proven absolutely right. They had become the best of friends, and almost like a family. And they had yet to start filming. The next few months were going to be even more fun, especially that final night of bootcamp since Savannah had invited everyone to a sleepover at her place.

Though y/n was half certain Savannah only did it to get her and Owen together, she was still excited about it. The blondie knew y/n had a thing for the tall blonde man ever since the first day, but she hadn’t done anything about it as she wanted to keep it professional.

But of course Savannah didn’t quite agree to that.

The night of the sleepover, Savannah invited a few of the closest people over to her place. She literally went all out on this night. There were bowls of different varieties of chips scattered around tables, stacks of red cups on her kitchen counter, candles and fairy lights everywhere. Though, y/n was kind of apprehensive about the candles being a danger, she didn’t really say anything about it. It wasn’t going to be that kind of night, she thought.

She even got them matching PJ’s. On the backside of six of the white T-shirts was TEAM DIRTY CANDY printed in a bright pink while the other five -- since Louise couldn’t make it -- read TEAM PHANTOMS in purple. She bought pink shorts for the girls on her team, purple ones for the girls on the other. For the boys, she brought grey joggers.

Y/N appreciated the effort Savannah put into tonight. It was something she would do, too. She was a sucker for an over-the-top party and went all out herself on every occasion.

“I made a non-alcoholic Sangria punch for everyone,” she said as she pointed to the large glass bowl on the kitchen counter near the stack of cups. “Who would like some?”

Team Dirty Candy was complete while Team Phantoms missed two people. Two people who were often late for everything. Charlie and Owen. Of course they hadn’t arrived yet. It didn’t surprise y/n very much. Half an hour late. They were half an hour late.

“We’re so sorry,” Charlie apologized to Savannah, “But this one over here was taking so long to get ready.” The brunette boy rolled his eyes as he thought of the dallying of the blonde one next to him.

“You were barely ready when I was,” Owen countered and gladly took the punch-filled cup Savannah handed over before making a beeline towards the others who were gathered on the couches in the living room.

His eyes immediately landed on y/n and his smile grew wider. “Well, look who finally showed his face, Dorian Gray.” His eyebrows knitting together made y/n realize he hadn’t the slightest clue about English Literature. “The Picture of Dorian Gray? No? Never read it?” Owen slowly shook his head as he slid down on the couch next to her. “OK…”

Y/N turned to Jadah, who was sitting next to her, completely ignoring Owen’s confused eyes. “Who the fuck is Dorian Gray?!” he yelled at Charlie, his eyes wide as he grew more and more annoyed.

“Read a book!” Halle and y/n yelled in unison, and Halle even threw a pillow at him, reminiscent of that scene in The Heat where Melissa McCarthy threw a book at Michael McDonald’s face. The two girls fell into a fit of laughter, along with pretty much everyone else but Owen. He was too busy wiping the Sangria punch that had spilled with the impact of the pillow, off his jeans.

“How about we get into our PJ’s and get this party started!” Savannah suggested, followed by an excited whoop. The girls all got up quickly, following behind Savannah while the boys stuck around the living room. They decided they needed to give the girls some privacy and would change after.

“So…” Madison started when they were in Savannah’s bedroom, changing from their cute outfits into even cuter pj’s. “You’re gonna tell Owen how you feel tonight?” she asked y/n, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively up and down.

“Feel about what?” y/n asked as she tucked her Team Dirty Candy shirt into her pink shorts.

“About him!” Jadah exclaimed with wild eyes. “It’s clear you have a massive crush on him, girl!” Y/N looked around the room at the other girls, who were all just nodded their heads in accordance.

Y/N scoffed after a few seconds of silence. She was thinking about confiding in them and telling them the truth, but it was no use. There was no way she and Owen could ever become a thing. She was supposed to be strictly professional as it was her first job.

“I don’t have a crush on Owen,” she stated, grabbed her stuff and left the girls in the bedroom. After neatly folding her jeans and the top she had been wearing that day, and putting it into the backpack she’d taken with her, she made her way into the kitchen for some more punch. All while her mind went crazy.

Sure, she had a definite crush on the blonde actor, but there was no way she was ever going to act up on those feelings. Owen probably didn’t even feel the same way about her anyway. Besides, she promised herself she would focus on her career instead of dabbling into relationships that probably won’t even last.

The girls re-entered the living room at the same moment y/n went back with her full cup of Sangria. “Alright, boys, the bedroom is yours. It’s just around the corner,” Savannah told them, pointing to the door she’d left open.

The four boys got up and, after receiving the pj’s from Savannah, disappeared into the bedroom. The complete quiet returning in the room. It made y/n a little anxious that the girls weren’t even talking. Mostly because she knew what they were thinking. They had told her a bizillion times already.

“You could at least ask him!”

“He might say yes!”

“You should act on your feelings!”

“This is gonna make you crazy!”

She’d responded to that last one with, “If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right.” It shut them right up for a while. Until now, it seemed.

“Let’s put some music on and get this party really started!” Tori suggested, hitting her hand against the red cup she was holding, excited to get dancing. Savannah agreed and grabbed her phone from the coffee table, connecting them to the speakers. It didn’t take long after that for music to begin filling up the silence.

Into The Unknown from Frozen II chimed through the room. All the girls gasped. All but one. She cursed at herself for feeling this way and basically being a buzzkill right now. She didn’t want to be this way, but the thoughts about Owen kept consuming her.

“I can hear you but I won't Some look for trouble while others don't There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day And ignore your whispers which I wish would go away, oh Whoa”

Tori and Madi turned to y/n as they sang along with Idina Menzel, trying to convince her to get up and belt the song with them.

“You're not a voice, you're just a ringing in my ear And if I heard you, which I don't, I'm spoken for I fear Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls I've had my adventure, I don't need something new I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you”

The other four girls now sang to y/n as well, in an attempt to persuade her to party along with them. She wanted to, she really did. But y/n wouldn’t be y/n if she wasn’t a little stubborn at first.

“Into the unknown Into the unknown”

Madison reached out her hand, but y/n slapped it away and got up on the sofa, belting out the last line of the chorus while the girls looked at her in awe. They knew she could dance and act, but they had no idea the girl had pipes.

“Into the unknown”

As the girls belted out the rest of the song, the boys walked into the living room again in their Team Phantoms and Team Dirty Candy shirts, stumbling upon the scene of y/n on the sofa and the girls surrounding her as if they were her fans at a concert. All seven of them were singing the song at the top of their lungs.

Owen couldn’t help the smile finding its way to his lips as he watched y/n in her absolute element. Though she be but small, the girl took up a large part of his heart. Ever since they met a month ago, her snarky remarks and her hunch for competition made him fall head over heels in love with her. And as the month went on and they became closer and closer, he kept avoiding asking the one question that was on the tip of his tongue.

For now, being friends was enough for Owen if it meant watching her do stuff like this.

“Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me?”

Charlie’s voice made Owen snap out of his thoughts as he asked, “When are you going to ask her out, man? This whole ‘just friends’ thing is killing you.” Owen sighed at his best friend’s words. It wasn’t that he was wrong as much as he just didn’t like hearing the words out loud.

“I’m fine, Charlie. There’s no way we could ever be together. Y/N is way too professional for that. And she might be right, you know? This is her first gig, if she wants to pursue this acting debacle, she has to be.” Owen didn’t even believe any of the words that rolled off his lips, but it’s what he’d settled on to ease his own mind.

“Not with that attitude,” Jeremy mumbled.

“I just don’t know what to do, okay?” he said and headed over to the concert y/n was giving the girls. The moment he came into her range of vision, she turned to him and sang the very last lines to him, and him alone, causing butterflies to well up in his belly.

“Where are you going? Don't leave me alone How do I follow you Into the unknown?”

“Woah, y/n!” Halle exclaimed as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Yeah! Woah indeed!” Savannah added, “Your voice! Girl!” Y/N chuckled, and grabbed the hem of her pink shorts as though she was wearing a dress and curtsied at the praise.

“Thank you,” she said, and though she was playing it off coolly, her cheeks colored pink.

The next song started to play, which was Golden by Harry Styles, and the other three boys joined the rest of the group. Charlie, Sacha and Tori hopped onto the couch with y/n, belting out the song and sipping from their punch.

This was what the sleepover mostly consisted of; singing along loudly to whatever song was playing, sipping from the punch and munching on the snacks Savannah had laid out for them. For at least an hour, they sang and danced until their feet started to ache. Up to the point where only y/n, Savannah and Madi were left standing. The boys and other girls had taken a seat on the couch, watching the performance they were giving them.

Y/N had enough of their lame asses, so when her favorite One Direction song came on, she made her way over to the couch and took a hold of Owen’s hand first. “Come on, Golden Boy! Sing with me!” Little did she know everyone glanced at each other knowingly upon seeing this.

“If I didn't have you, there would be nothing left The shell of a man that could never be his best If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun You taught me how to be someone, yeah”

Owen finally caved in and sang along with the girl in front of him, eyes locked and filled with absolute admiration.

“I’m… gonna…” Savannah muttered, but when she realized they didn’t even hear her, she ushered everyone out of the living room and into the kitchen, leaving the two alone in hopes they would confess their undeniable love for each other.

The boy twirled her around a few times, making her giggle before they fell into song again, making up some moves as they went. Neither of them even noticed the rest of the group was gone and watching them from the kitchen.

“Anyone wanna bet nothing’s gonna happen?” Sacha muttered and frustratedly sipped his drink. He’d seen the way y/n looked at Owen that first day and just knew something would blossom between them. Everyone could see it. The sparks were ignited that very first day, and now they were just waiting for them to fan the sparks into a flame.

“If I didn't have you there would be nothing left”

Y/N reached her half empty red cup towards Owen like a microphone as he echoed part of the line. His green eyes never left y/n’s face. It almost felt reminiscent of the way Madison and Charlie sang at bootcamp as Julie and Luke.

“Nothing left”

“The shell of a man who could never be his best”

“Be his best”

“If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun”

“See the sun”

“You taught me how to be someone

Yeah”

“I’ll give you ten dollars if Owen doesn’t stop at the end of the song when y/n hits those high notes,” Charlie told Sacha. The latter nodded his head in confirmation of the deal.

At the end of the song, during the very last chorus, Owen had to stop singing in awe of y/n’s voice as she hit the high notes Harry Styles reverberated in between the other boys’ voices. She had the most unique voice he had ever heard. It had a bit of a rasp to it, and it quickly became his favorite sound in the whole world.

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head at the couple as he exclaimed, “Called it!” and held his hand out for Sacha to give him the ten dollars. The blonde guy gave the older one a puzzled look. “I said I’ll give you a tenner if he didn’t stop. But he did, so. Hand it over, buddy.”

Sacha rolled his eyes but went to grab the last ten bucks from his wallet and handed it to Charlie who happily socked it away.

Another song started playing, making y/n gasp as her eyes averted from Owen’s to the kitchen where the rest of her friends were seated, watching the entire scene. “Tori! Do you remember the choreo to this one?!” she shrieked out. Tori offered the rest an apologetic smile before joining y/n in the living room and getting into the steps with her while Owen staggered into the kitchen.

Madison and Savannah exchanged glances, deciding to put their mischievous plan in motion with a simple nod of the head. “Alright! Let’s play truth or dare!” Savannah called out and beckoned everyone into the living room where y/n and Tori whined at the disruption of their dance.

“Oh, shut up, you guys do that dance almost every day in rehearsal!” Kyra countered while she jumped over the back of the couch. With a chuckle, Tori and y/n joined the others on the couch. Tori took a seat next Jadah while y/n went to sit on the end of the U-shaped couch, next to Owen.

“I’ll start!” Madi shouted, raising her hand. “Jadah! Truth or dare?” Savannah and Madison agreed to handle it subtly and not get to Owen and y/n straight away.

“Dare,” Jadah replied courageously, a wide smile on her face to show off her pearly white teeth.

“Call one of your contacts in your phone and tell them you had a pregnancy scare,” Madi said as a smirk tugged at one corner of her mouth. Jadah grabbed her phone and opened her contacts. “Just scroll through and we’ll say stop,” Madison added.

“STOP!” Madi and y/n shouted in unison.

Jadah looked up with her eyes wide, “It’s Sarah Jeffrey,” she giggled and pressed the name before putting the device at her ear to listen. A silence fell over the room as they all watched Jadah carry out the dare.

A smile played on y/n’s lips as she watched the young girl talk, but couldn’t help but zone out. She was suddenly incredibly aware of how close she was to Owen. He had one leg tucked under the other as she rested her forearm on his knee, leaning into his body as his arm laid on the back rest behind her. She could feel his heart beating against her ribs and his fingers softly graze her arm every now and again.

“Jadah, your turn,” Savannah said, making y/n realize she had missed that entire conversation. It didn’t seem like Sarah Jeffrey said something too incredulous since everyone seemed to act quite normal. For as far as normal goes in this group.

“Sacha! Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“Uhm…” Jadah pursed her lips as she thought. “Try and seduce the person next to you.” Sacha looked to his left, at Jeremy, and then to his right, at Charlie. He thought about it for a moment but turned to Charlie in the end.

“I have too much respect for Carolynn,” he told Jeremy, which made the engaged boy chuckle as he played around with his ring. He definitely missed Care.

Sacha cleared his throat before placing his hand on Charlie’s cheek and forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. Charlie’s smile faltered just before Sacha spoke, “You… Are so beautiful, you made me forget my pickup line.” His voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. Charlie visibly swallowed at the pretty boy in front of him. Before he could register it, Sacha had kissed his own fingers and placed them on Charlie’s lips. The older boy coughed, blinking his eyes rapidly as he turned to the group again.

“Woah-kay! Next!”

The group burst out into laughter until Sacha called out Savannah’s name.

“I’m gonna pick ‘truth’,” she said with a smile, which vanished almost straight away when she got booed. “What? Somebody's gotta pick truth!”

“Who is the sexiest person here?” Sacha asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Easy, all of you,” she uttered, shrugging her shoulders, “Y/N!” She pointed at the girl to her right.

“Let’s go dare,” the unknowing girl answered with a smile as she shifted in Owen’s arms.

“7 minutes in heaven with the person to your right.” The sentence flowed out of her mouth a little too easily. Y/N knew Savannah had done this on purpose, and now she wasn’t sure if she should hate her best friend or be thankful for the little push in the back.

Y/N slowly turned her head to face Owen, only to find out he’s already getting up. Her arm fell from his knee and she tried to keep her balance from the sudden lack of support of her body. He held a hand out to her to help her up, but y/n wasn’t sure if she should do it. This could just about change everything in their dynamique.

“A dare is a dare, y/n,” Madison added innocently, egging the girl on.

The girl inhaled deeply before gently placing her hand in Owen’s and letting him pull her up. Savannah led them towards the closet where they kept their coats, and opened the door for the couple.

All the way down there, y/n’s mind couldn’t stop racing. What was she going to do? Were they actually going to kiss? Or was this his way of telling her in private that he didn’t feel the same? Maybe she should just not give him the chance to say anything and break her heart. Maybe she should just kiss him to have at least experienced having his lips on hers so she could stop daydreaming about it.

The closet door shut behind her, and she was left in the dimly lit cramped space with just a bunch of coats and Owen’s silhouette. Now’s her time to figure out what she should do. Now’s her time to decide.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I--” before Owen could finish his sentence, y/n attacked his lips with hers, pressing them together in a short, but sweet kiss. When she pulled away, she felt a heat rising to her cheeks. His lips taste better than she had ever dreamt of. How was she now supposed to forget about that? This was a terrible idea.

Or at least she thought it was until he took this as permission to go forth with the whole seven minutes in heaven thing their friends wanted them to do. Hell, he wanted them to do it.

He kissed her feverishly, his hands gripping at her waist as he tried to pull her closer and closer, even if that was almost impossible since her body was already pressed against his without any space left for imagination.

She kissed him back as if her life depended on it, her fingers tangling up in his blonde hair. This was something she had fantasized about for a month. Every time they talked, she couldn’t help herself but glance at his lips and wonder what it would feel like to press hers to his. Since that very first day of bootcamp, she knew there was something about him that she couldn’t put her finger on. But now she did. It was an attraction. Pure attraction. The way metal attracts a magnet.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you so confidently told Kenny you were gonna win that game,” he panted, pressing his forehead against hers. “I didn’t think you felt the same.”

“I have had a crush on you since you smiled at me that first day,” y/n admitted, a smile forming on her face as she stared into those beautiful eyes of his. They reflected back in exactly the same way they did after those ice breaking games on day one.

He lifted his head to get a better look at her, raising his eyebrows, “That’s all it took? OK…” Y/N let out an airy laugh as she hit him on the chest playfully. “So, what do you say to a date?”

“Nothing, ‘cause a date can’t speak,” she wittily answered. Owen scoffed and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t withhold a smile reaching his cheeks. “All jokes aside, I think I would say yes to a date.” She reached up and stroked a strand of his hair from his forehead.

“You think?” he asked.

“Mmh, no, I’m pretty sure.”

That just widened Owen’s smile before he dipped down to meet her lips again. A loud uproar was heard from the other side of the door at that moment. The couple in the closet giggled upon hearing this, knowing exactly that their friends had been eavesdropping.

“Can’t believe they set this all up,” y/n said, shaking her head and placing her forehead against Owen’s chest. She inhaled his fresh scent of musk and sandalwood. A calming smell she had come to love.

“Yeah... me neither,” he chuckled, “How did we end up here?”

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critical-ramblings · 5 years ago

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For the Girl in the Garden

now also on AO3!

Beau is already at the top of the building. The night before the Games begin, she can’t sleep. Maybe none of them can. But it’s Beau who goes prowling, silently, through the place that’s more than half prison.

She doesn’t expect the garden. Maybe Caduceus planted it--she thinks she recognizes some of the plants and trees from home. Not all of them--there’s one flower, illuminated by a skylight, that looks unsettlingly like a gunshot wound.

From here, the lights of the Capitol are filtered, fractured. Beau pads through the containers, a wire she hadn’t even known was there loosening in her chest. For the first time since the Reaping, she doesn’t feel like she is being watched.

She sees Jester from the cover of a blooming tree. There’s an open courtyard, near the edge of the roof, that’s bordered on all sides by silver wind chimes. The broad-shouldered girl is bent over something in her lap, her shoulder-length hair shining blue in the lights from the nearest skyscraper.

Beau thinks about leaving her there. She’s frozen, at first, by someone else’s presence in this place she’d thought was hers alone. Then, when Jester doesn’t even flinch--the wind chimes are ringing occasionally in the breeze--she could just leave.

And then Jester starts speaking. “Are you there?”

Beau freezes again, thinking she’s been spotted. But Jester only leans back and looks out through the bars of the balcony, revealing a book in her lap.

“I’m in a bit of a pickle, I think, Traveller.” She laughed a little. “I’m going to do my best, you know, tomorrow. I’m not going to let you or Mama down. But I’m just...I’m maybe a little worried. You’re here, right? You’re listening?”

There’s no answer. Jester sniffs, and laughs a very small laugh. The thing that gets to Beau is that it’s still soft, that laugh, not bitter at all, just...sad.

She doesn’t realize she’s made the decision to come out until the wind chimes are ringing around her, and Jester spins around with a gasp. Her brilliant smile falters a bit, when she sees Beau. Like she was really expecting someone called the Traveller to show up and rescue her from all of this.

Beau’d watched the Reapings. Jester was maybe the first Career she’d ever seen who wasn’t a volunteer, who wanted to be here as little as she did. Still, it’s one thing to hesitate when your name is called out of that big stupid lottery. It’s something else to have a smile like hope , the night before the Hunger Games.

“Hey,” she says, already regretting her decision. She crosses her arms, forces herself to walk over to the balcony and lean against it.

“I didn’t think anyone else was up here,” Jester wipes hurriedly at her eyes. She scrambles to her feet and stands there with the book clutched close to her chest, staring nervously at Beau.

“Yeah, I didn’t even know this place existed until now.” Beau turns to look out over the brilliant lights of the Capitol, leaning her elbows on the cold metal railing. “I think my mentor might have started it.”

“Caduceus?” Jester asks, like she knows him. “It makes sense. He’s really lonely when there’s no plants around.”

That does make Beau look over at her, because there are some things you just can’t learn from the televised appearances of past victors. Jester shrugs and comes over to lean on the balcony as well, book still wrapped tightly in her arms.

“I like talking to people. And a lot of victors stay at the Chateau, you know. When they’re visiting the District.”

“Huh.” Beau hadn’t thought of that. She’s barely even seen the other mentors, certainly hasn’t gotten to know them. Even Caduceus, who’s kind in his own way, is distant. And Beau gets it, sure. It’s been decades since District Twelve has had a victor--decades of watching kids die, up close and personal. But when he’s pretty much her only fucking chance of winning, she needs more than kind and distant . “Sounds like you know him pretty well.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jester shrugs again, and sighs. She turns to look back at the garden, the weird lights of the building across the street staining her skin blue. “I’m sure you guys are super tight. With all the strategies, and the planning, and that score you got, Beau!”

“Beauregard,” she says, sharply. The silence cuts across them like a knife--Beau wouldn’t have been surprised to find blood, from the sudden ache in her chest. But it’s so fucking easy to let Jester talk, to act like they’re friends . And there’s a good chance Jester is going to be dead by noon tomorrow. There’s a chance, not as good but still fucking there, that Beau will be the one to kill her.

So she lets the silence hang, and breathes through the stupid pain, because it’s better now than later.

Jester is looking at her. Beau can tell from the way the shadows cut across her face, the bright light of the outside and the dark of the garden. “Can I tell you a secret?” Jester says, and then goes on before Beau can answer. “I always hated the Games.” She really whispers it, leans so close that Beau can feel their shoulders press together. Beau’s still facing out, looking stubbornly at the blinding, maddening lights of the city that hates them. There’s something dangerously safe about the way they’re standing, Jester still looking at the garden but close enough that Beau can feel her breath.

The words still raise all the hairs on the back of her neck. Beau glances back, sees Jester watching her. Waiting.

“You can’t say shit like that,” Beau whispers back, too afraid to raise her voice. Jester smiles, and then she laughs , shockingly bright.

“It’s okay I already checked for bugs,” she says, looking back over the garden. “They do a lot of that in the Chateau too, you know. Carlos taught me how to find all the best little gadgets. But there weren’t any here even when I got here, so I knew it was safe.” She does a little dance, even, wiggling back and forth like a puppy looking for praise.

Beau can’t quite believe it--not just like that. It was fine for folks in the Seam to mutter in their shacks at night, but people like her father didn’t tolerate shit like that. It could affect his business relationships . Beau had learned from a very young age not to say what she was thinking, especially when it came to the Capitol.

“The Gamemakers will still get you,” Beau says, flatly. “You think it can’t get any worse? You’ve seen some of the shit they’ve pulled.”

“Beau,” Jester says, but she says it all weird, stretching it out and then dropping the end like a rock. “I really mean it, you can say whatever you want up here. It’s a little zone of truth, just for us.” Her voice gets all light and airy, barely perching on each word. She’s smiling again.

Beau scoffs, but she can’t fucking help but smile back. “Yeah, right.”

“Seriously, what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to say.” Jester swirls away from the balcony, and Beau turns to watch her dance across the courtyard, running one hand across the chimes as she goes. “Come on, Beau,” she says, raising her voice a little over the growing clamor. “IT’S OUR LAST NIGHT!”

“Fuck it!” Beau pushes off the railing, sticks her hand into the middle of a wind chime and yanks . “FUCK CEASER FLICKERMAN AND HIS CRAPPY HAIR!”

Jester laughs again, wilder, and shakes a whole pole so that every wind chime attached to it goes off. “FUCK THE REAPING AND EVERYONE WHO RIGS IT!”

“FUCK THE GAMES, AND FUCK THE CAPITOL!”

Even lost amidst the clamor of the bells, the words frighten Beau, and she goes still. Slowly, Jester stops her spinning, and the chimes start to fall silent. They come to rest standing in front of each other, half lit by the garish world around them. Somewhere out there, Capitol people are partying. Sponsors and Gamemakers are finalizing bets on their lives--her life. Beau is standing less than a foot away from Jester, and it feels like something has shaken loose inside her. Or maybe it’s the world that’s come apart, just a little bit. Her throat hurts.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks, and doesn’t wait for Jester to nod before she goes on, “I kissed a girl the day before the Reaping.”

Jester’s hands fly to her mouth, but she doesn’t look horrified. And Beau’s still talking, she can’t stop, something is broken and all her blood is leaking out.

“Her name was Tori. We were friends. She was like, my only friend. We’d get up to all sorts of shit--she was from the Seam, her mom was Ripper, we used to run hooch for...but none of that fucking matters. She had these gray eyes, like storm clouds.”

“Did you love her?” Jester squeaks out from between her fingers, and Beau laughs. It’s nothing but a single sharp bark, full of all the anger she can’t afford to feel.

“Maybe? How would I know? We were out back of her house, getting drunk on white liquor, and I...I kissed her.”

Jester is still mostly frozen, her eyes as big as plates, her hands still cupped over her mouth. Suddenly, Beau realizes what she’s doing, how stupid she’s being, and has to look away. She barely manages to stop herself from running, just walks really quickly back towards the roof access door. “Sorry, I. I’m sorry, that was dumb.” She wraps her arms around herself as if trying to contain a wound, a broken rib.

“It’s not dumb.” Jester puts a hand on her arm, and Beau stops. She doesn’t even flinch, though she does think about punching her. No one can see her like this. She feels a tear run down her cheek and hates herself for it.

“It’s not dumb, Beau.” Jester repeats, ducking into view. “I think it’s really beautiful.”

Beau laughs. It’s not even a laugh, really, just a disbelieving snort that got out of control. “I threw up like, an hour later. And then the fucking Reaping happened, so...not like either of us are going to do anything about it.” She takes a few deep breaths, but they keep hitching into sobs and she can not cry in front of this girl. “Anyway, I gotta. Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.” She tries to smile, and even for her she knows the expression is ghastly.

“Yeah,” Jester says, the sadness creeping back into her smile. “Yeah, we’d better rest up. Good-night, Beau.” She curtsies before darting back to pick up her book, and Beau takes the opportunity to slip away. She doesn’t think, out of everything that’s happened tonight, that she can stand to say good-night.

#hunger games au #cr #critical role #beaujester #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #this is the fic that made me make a series on AO3 #its the only one that's 'proper' fic length

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guylty · 5 years ago

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Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

#Daniel Miller #Guy of Gisborne #John Thornton #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

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lunaschild2016 · 7 years ago

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Belief: Part 8

A/N: We are getting near the end! I hope everyone has enjoyed so far. I know I have loved writing Devi and Eric's relationship.

Disclaimer: I own naught but my own plot and the crazy stick figures I toss within.

Rating M ( Language, Violence, There will be smut, Angst, Tragedy, Romance, Fluff)

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Part 8

The first rays of morning light were streaming in through the window at an unfamiliar angle. The sheets of the bed had a different feel against my skin. For a moment it was disorienting, and I lifted my head to look around. To get my bearings.

Movement from across the room caught my attention and I saw Eric buttoning his uniform pants up and watching me carefully. Warily even. Knowing why he was doing that, I huffed and threw myself back in frustration. Nearly as much frustration as I had felt drifting to sleep last night even if it was in his arms.

“Dios, te dije que no estaba borracho anoche.” I said in a pout.

I could hear his chuckle at that. I rolled to my side, propped up on an elbow and watched him get dressed. It was, as promised, ridiculously early. The sky was still mostly dark outside the windows of his bedroom. He tucked the tight black undershirt into his pants. Like yesterday at Erudite, he was wearing the more formal uniform that the leaders wore when dealing with other factions.

“Yeah, you told me you weren’t drunk, but the track record with you drinking and waking up clueless is pretty damn bad. Excuse me for erring on the side of caution with you, Devi.” He had grabbed his boots and came over to the side of the bed I was on, sitting on the edge and pulling me up while he was talking.

I let out a sigh as he framed my face with his hands and kissed me softly at first then it turning deeper with all the frustration of still not doing what we both want so much. I was coming to see that when Eric set his mind on something there was nothing that could sway him.

Not even a naked woman, fresh from the shower, in his bed.

There had been some heavy making out in the car and when we got to his apartment. Then that iron will had snapped into place and he had made the declaration that he had already told me once he wasn’t going to let anything happen if I was drunk or even if I had been drinking. He was going to keep with it.

My temper had flared and I had been about to go home but he convinced me to stay. I had also come up with a plan that would hopefully make him forget that declaration. So I had taken him up on the offer of staying and even of his shower. I completely left the shirt and boxers he had set out for me on the bathroom counter and laid myself out on his bed. When he came back into the bedroom I had seen that wild beast that lurks in him just wanting to get out. He had stomped into the bathroom, grabbed the clothes I left behind and stalked his way to me.

There had been a wrestling session that still didn’t break him no matter how much I tried to rub up against him. I finally gave in and put the damn shirt and shorts on. I had to admit it had been nice to be wrapped up in his arms and falling asleep together.

Eric pulls back from the kiss with a groan as an alarm goes off on his phone. He picks it up, looks at it, and then looks back to me. He smirks at me.

“If you hurry up and get dressed I have just enough time to treat you to that shit you like from the deli.”

Well, that is an offer I don’t intend to refuse. He laughs as I get tangled up in the covers and almost fall as I leap off the side of the bed in my hurry.

Chairman Andrew: Amity Elder Cain. The Chair recognizes you. You may proceed.

Amity Elder Cain: Thank you, Chairman. I would like to address the complaints put forth against Amity in regards to the use of Peace Serum. I must confess that this is not a new complaint, it is well documented that the faction of Candor has always held a grievance against my faction on this matter. We recognize that they believe the peace we maintain is a lie. That is their opinion, but I would remind everyone gathered here that from the time of the cities founding, this has always been our way. Each faction has the leave to govern themselves as they see fit.

Dauntless Leader Eric: Point of order.

Chairman Andrew: Dauntless Leader Eric. We recognize you. Please proceed with your point of order.

Dauntless Leader Eric: The entire purpose of these proceedings is because of the fact that each faction has been left to govern itself as they saw fit. It has led to where we are now. Our city was on the brink of war. What any of our factions have done prior to today should have no bearing on how we are to continue if we want to truly move forward.

Chairman Andrew: Well said. I would like to remind Amity that we have all admitted change must happen to be able to move forward. We were all in agreement of this, however, if you wish to continue, please do so. The floor is yours again.

Amity Elder Cain: Thank you. You are correct, Eric, that we need to find a way to move forward. Our concern is that these sanctions are coming from a place of prejudice and pettiness. While the use of peace serum might be hard for others to understand, for us it is a way of life. As much as seeking knowledge is to Erudite. As much as honing one's body to be a weapon is to Dauntless. As much as dedicating long hours of toil is only one of many ways Abnegation gives in sacrifice. As much as regularly undergoing the rite of truth is to Candor. For Amity, it is our way to ensure that we can help maintain peace and harmony, for all of the city. It helps to rid us impurity of spirit so that we can connect to others with kindness and love.

Chairman Andrew: Thank you, Cain. I would like to remind everyone that the argument is not to fully remove peace serum from use within Amity, only that the following conditions are placed on the use.

The first is that Amity will no longer serve peace serum to those visiting their faction. This means that they will have to make available alternatives to the items that normally have serum laced into them for these visitors. It will still be expected that visitors maintain the peace and failure to do so could see them being administered an injection of the serum, but under close monitoring and only under certain conditions.

The second is that Amity will no longer be allowed to give any dependent peace serum in items of food or drink. If it is felt that an injection of peace serum is required, then a case for that will be submitted and will be reviewed by the person in charge of handling those cases of discipline. It will be imperative that someone highly trained in being able to determine the correct dosage for each individual case is present.

Are there any further arguments for or against these sanctions?

Chairman Andrew: Dauntless Leader Tori. We recognize you and give you the floor.

Dauntless Leader Tori: Thank you. I would like to address the last statements of the Amity Elder Cain. You claim that the use of this peace serum is what allows you to maintain kindness, love, and peace. I ask where is the kindness when you have taken the will of others away? As far as the adults of the faction, I am willing to allow that as an adult, they have the right to choose what to put in their bodies. Peace serum is a mood, mind and even physically altering drug. Think about that. It is a drug and as such should be handled with care. The proposal before us now is not one submitted out of a long-held grudge or prejudice. I would remind everyone that this was proposed by Erudite and seconded by both Dauntless and Abnegation. Erudite has provided data from various testing compiled over years to be able to safely say that the administration of this drug is dangerous but especially to dependents.

Amity Elder Cain: Point of order.

Chairman Andrew: We recognize you Amity Elder Cain. Proceed with your point of order.

Amity Elder Cain: I would like to point out that it is years of testing and data that led to divergent experiments. Experiments that were highly illegal and in the end proved to be based on false data.

Chairman Andrew: Quiet! Order, please. Thank you. Amity, I remind you that the matter of divergents and the illegal activities regarding those has been closed. The ones responsible have been punished. There will be no further mention of that or them in these chambers. This is a warning to you all, but consider this a final warning to you, Cain. I will not allow these proceedings to be filled with reminders of the past we are working hard to move forward from.

I give the floor back to Dauntless.

Dauntless Leader Tori: Thank you, Chairman. I would just like to conclude with the following questions, or thoughts, for us all to consider. When it comes to the use of peace serum; Where is this kindness when a dependent chooses the faction they belong? The ones we tell to trust the test, who do and it isn’t Amity they receive. Where is your kindness when their bodies are riddled with pain and their minds are clouded with agony when they no longer have the peace serum they have been fed every day of their lives? You preach love and peace but there is none for those that aren’t in your faction. You purposely make the ones that leave you to suffer, in punishment, because they dare to want something different. Where is your understanding and love? Where is the kindness in holding functions where all the dependents of a certain age are called together, required even, given this serum unknown to them, and then put in a situation that only promotes contact they might not have wanted while not under the influence. Contact with others they may not have wanted at all. Where is the kindness in removing the choice from them? If this was such a way of life, if this was all safe and there was no harm in it; why aren’t all the caretakers of dependents administering this serum to their charges? Why is it that a very good percentage of your own faction’s adults would never stand for giving their children this serum, at least not on the levels that others are? By their very own words, they have said that they would never treat their children that way.

Our duty to our children is to guide, nurture and protect until the time of their choosing when they are old enough to make their own decisions and choose their path in life. The very act of having of children living a life largely under the influence of this serum strips all of that away. Make no mistake, this is abuse. You might not be raising a hand to the child but physical harm is being committed just as surely.

Abnegation leader Layla was brave enough to step forward and speak on her own experience as a former Amity that transferred to Abnegation. She spoke of the months of physical pain as her body fought against not receiving the drug she had been ingesting at every meal for her entire life in Amity. If that weren’t enough, there were the emotional and mental torments as years of emotions she wasn’t given the tools to deal with bombarded her. Where was the kindness for her when not one of her relatives even spoke to prepare her for what she would face? It was known that it would happen, they even said as much to her when they next encountered her on visiting day. They even tried to coax her back to the faction, telling her to defect, so that she might be welcome home in peace and love. Does that sound like the way to maintain this peace, love, and harmony to you?

“What’cha reading?” Sadie asks me as she slides onto the bench opposite me at lunch.

I look up at her and smile in greeting. I put my tablet down on the table and tried to concentrate on my lunch. Swallowing down my first bite and the emotions from what I had been reading at the same time. “Just some of the information from the council meetings that started after the shit Erudite caused.” I shrug after I answer trying to seem much more indifferent than I felt at all.

AJ frowns at me with a bite of food in her mouth. “Why would you want to read that crap? It’s boring as hell.”

Before I can answer, from beside me, Vera slaps her hand down on the table with a huge mischievous smile. “I got it! Coulter figured out our girl doesn’t respond to the normal ways of torture so has found something new. S&M Candor style. Who needs chains, whips or handcuffs when you have all that sexy law stuff.” She eyes me slyly. “Or maybe he just found a way to put her ass to sleep so she will stop trying to climb his shit every night.”

I flush in embarrassment and snort out a laugh then toss some food at her as my friends laugh at the lame joke. It was embarrassing as hell but right now I was also thankful for it. I could use some humor even if it came at the expense of my friends messing with me.

They haven’t let me live down the morning I stormed into the gym where they were waiting for us to do our normal workout. It was obvious I was trying to work something out and they had bugged me until I snapped out that Eric wouldn’t fuck me so I had to get relief somewhere.

This had been the second morning I had woken up in his bed and we had only slept. Only this time I hadn’t had a damn thing to drink. He was the one that had messaged me with the ‘instructions’ to get the key he had left for me from Marlene so I could let myself in. I had done so thinking that would be the night. It turned out he got in so late that I was so dead asleep and I hadn’t even woken up when he crawled into bed. To say I woke up mad as hell when I realized this was an understatement. Not even him taking me to get coffee had been able to sweeten my mood.

The laughter died out and we resumed eating.

“Seriously though, why are you reading that stuff?” Sadie asked with genuine curiosity. My friend was from Candor originally and worked in the legal side of administration.

She said she was nothing more than a glorified secretary but I had heard Tori praising her more than once for her helping to get something over on Candor, or having pulled through on getting things ready that is needed when processing someone into their system.

The meetings and minutes from them would be more up her alley. She actually enjoyed that kind of thing while I usually stuck to reading things, ironically enough, coming out of Erudite in regards to new advancements and medical techniques.

“Did you know that it wasn’t just Erudite and Dauntless that had...sanctions...is the word they use...after everything happened?” I ask in between bites.

She nods in agreement but the others are looking just as confused as I was when I was told.

“Yes. I can understand why a big announcement wasn’t made but from what I have read nothing in the sanctions were too bad.”

“While I agree, I don’t think my old faction is likely to,” I mumble around a piece of chicken.

“Amity? What could they have possibly been punished for?” Vera asks with a snort. “They are the faction of kindness and peace.”

Sadie and I exchange glances. While AJ and Vera are friends, the only one to know much about my past in Amity, besides Tori that is, would be my roommate. I was still suffering the effects of withdrawal and dealing with my new emotions well after initiation. We had been roommates from the start and she was in initiation with me.

She saves me from answering by shrugging. “I guess you would just have to read it. It might be my Candor prejudice but if you ask me, that kindness and peace seem pretty artificial.”

“They put that serum in everything, right?” AJ asks, finally catching on.

I nod and eat quietly.

“Yeah, that would suck then. Never being able to just...be anything other than happy all the time.” She replies with a scowl.

Once again my roommate saves the day and changes the line of conversation to plans for the weekend. Which they whine a little half-heartedly that I won’t be there to party with them. I make the appropriate responses to their good-natured jokes and suggestions but my mind is back on what I discovered about the archived meeting transcript.

It had taken some digging. At first, I had been resolved to start from the beginning but the curiosity had just eaten away at me until I had to refine my search. It also didn’t help that this particular sanction hadn’t taken place until this last year. It is clear that the information had taken time to compile to be presented.

Elijah had been the one, per the information I was reading, to put forth the objection for Erudite. This came after one of the ‘visits’ the factions are making. Then it was backed by Abnegation and Dauntless. The objection from my faction didn’t surprise me but the one from Abnegation did to an extent.

I was struggling with the emotions I felt just reading Tori’s words. I can’t imagine what hearing them in person would have done to me. I just couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t have told me about all of this.

I know she doesn’t like to get emotional so maybe that was why. I am glad that she is absent from lunch along with Eric. I don’t think I would be able to hold back in bringing it up and just how much it meant to me that she fought for me. There was nothing else it could have been with the examples she used. I also knew that Eric had a part in everything. Why else would his own brother be the one to present not only the argument but the research he had to undertake as well?

But had it been about me specifically at the time? He has said before that I wasn’t invisible to him but what does that mean really? Could it mean that even then, maybe even as far back as our initiation, he felt something?

That whole time I had felt so alone. I felt hated even. Like I would never really belong. That I would always be an Amity playing at being Dauntless in their eyes. In a way, I have always thought even those close to me now still saw me that way.

Lunch was in full swing around me. Voices colliding together along with music that always seemed to be playing, though I had never bothered with trying to figure out where it was coming from. There was so much life and happiness in Dauntless. Not the kind I had been used to in Amity but knowing what I do now, I see that this isn’t the manufactured happiness that had been there.

It struck me as I sat with my friends and having read proof of just how much I meant to at least one person, that I was home.

The upcoming trip to Amity had had me feeling doubtful and worried. Filled with fear and sick to my stomach. That somehow going there would confirm my worst fears.

That all started to fade for me as I began to understand what it is like, for the first time in my life, to be truly loved.

There is a steadily dwindling pile of paperwork on my desk that I am blowing through in my anxiousness to be done and to get out of the clinic. It is Friday and the end of my work week. It is also the night before I will be heading to Amity with Eric.

My body is buzzing with anticipation. Every night since the dinner at Erudite I have slept at Eric’s. After the morning I had woken up in his bed completely frustrated that we still hadn’t done anything, I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again. It was too much torture. I didn’t understand how Eric was keeping himself together like he was.

I have to admit that when Eric wanted to be, he was a smooth talker.

He started out with a message asking if I was going to be at his apartment. I had told him no and of course, that didn’t sit well with him. I could just hear the command in the question he repeated even if it was just another message. That didn’t get any response from me at all.

Next, he had called. His voice a seductive purr and hinting that I would be woken up in a pleasurable way. So I caved and was in his bed when I woke once again in the morning to him just stepping out of his bathroom, already half dressed.

He had outright laughed at my venomous glare at him and then said he never specified anything into how or when I would be woken up. It turned out the being woken in a pleasurable way equated to him having already started the coffee and making me breakfast while I showered to get ready for my day.

That had been the routine when Eric didn’t have to leave out too early and when he did, he always ended up taking me to my favorite place to get some kind of pastry and coffee. The first time we had gone in there together, the woman behind the counter looked like she might pass out at Eric being there. Then he had ordered something for himself, a full sneer on his lips, and she had actually let out a little whimper of fear. As she scurried off I laughed at the absurdity of it. Eric was too pleased with the entire thing. It had clearly made his day.

“I love the smell of fear in the morning.” He had mumbled close to my ear. He explained to me this was a play on a quote from a favorite movie of his called Apocalypse Now.

Eric had a playful side to him. One that he didn’t let anyone but those closest to him see and I was now on that list of what I was sure consisted of maybe four people. As enjoyable and butterfly inducing as all that was, I was still left feeling frustrated. There was only so much I could take and I was on a mission.

The plan for today was to get out of here early, get home and pack, then put on something seductive to surprise Eric with.

The knock on my door brought me out of my scheming. I looked up to see Four in the doorway and frowned at him.

“I have a few initiates that need to be looked at. The other nurses are already with other people.” He explained, his eyebrows all wrinkled up in worry.

I nodded and rose to go take a look. It was a bit strained between us. We hadn’t really talked again since that lunch when he was obviously not happy I was with Eric. I have seen him in passing but he is busy with being the leader stuck in the compound while the others are off doing visits or other things. He is also still in charge of training, though he isn’t there all the time like in the years past. For the activities that are most likely to get injuries though he is usually there.

I was trying to remember what the initiates were scheduled for. They have moved past the ranked and scored fights and I know they started their fear sims.

“Rappelling and wall climbing accidents.” He told me while shaking his head after I had just asked.

“Ah, ok.”

The boy who had fallen when doing the wall climbing wasn’t bad off. Some deep bruising of the ribs and back area where he had fallen. The girl was a bit worse off, she would need a splint on a few fingers that she slammed into the wall when trying to catch herself after going down the rappel line wrong.

With that done I left them to rest a bit and went back to my office. There was just a bit more for me to take care of there and I could leave. If I got it done fast enough and filed away I would be out of here at least three hours early.

I had just gotten back to my desk when I heard someone following me in. I turned to see it was Four and plopped I in my seat with a frustrated sigh.

I knew the expression on his face. I was preparing for a lecture of some kind. I guess it makes sense he would choose now to do it. Tori and Tris are out of the compound but more importantly so is Eric. I wonder if he even really needed to bring the initiates considering Christina is one of the trainers and had been bringing them in so far.

He made his way over to the chairs on the opposite side of my desk and sat. “I wanted to talk to you, Devi.”

“I thought you would be busy with all the other leaders gone or tied up this week.”

He gives me a nod, his forehead still scrunched up. “I have been or I would have tried to do this sooner. I am honestly surprised that I even need to be having this conversation with you.”

I tried to keep my temper under control and remember that Four’s intentions are good here. “Then why are you?”

“Because I am worried, Devi! This is Eric we are talking about. You know how he was in training. If anything he has gotten worse than he was then and he was just starting out. I don’t remember him once even looking at you until that night in the pit and I can bet the only reason he is now is that he knows you are my friend. He doesn’t have a great reputation with girls and you deserve better.”

“Ok,” I say slowly and close my eyes.

“Ok? So you agree with me? Good, because I really don’t want…”

“Stop. Just stop.” I snap out. “I don’t agree with a damn thing you just said Four and I am trying not to lose my shit here on you.”

It is quiet as I talk calming breaths. “Mira, I know you think you are just being a good friend but you are not. You are trying to act like my father and tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. Who I should or shouldn’t see. It wouldn’t matter if you were here talking to me about Eric or someone else my answer would be the same. It is my choice and mistake to make if it is one. Which it isn’t by the way. The only mistaken thing here is your insinuations. Do you not even realize how what you said made me feel. That is impossible for Eric to have any interest in me for me? Don’t even get me started on the fact that you just automatically assume he has nothing better to do with his time than to mess with you.”

Four pales and shakes his head about to say something but I hold my hand up to continue. “I get that you two have issues. I get that you might not like the way he goes about things and I know he doesn’t like the way you go about things either. Ask yourself this though, what do you know about Eric? Have you ever tried to find anything out other than he was working with Erudite and he can be an abrasive dick?”

“Do you know anything about him?” Four snaps out at me defensively.

“I know more than you most likely. Do I know everything about him, no, but what I do is what all that matters to me. Let me ask you, how many people here know anything about you before you came to Dauntless?”

I already know the answer, very few people really know anything. Even I only know vaguely it had something to do with his father but not the details. I also know that the only person to know everything is Tris. I know he sees where I am going with this and he sighs, looking away.

“That’s different.” He says without looking at me.

“Why because it’s you? Other than the methods he uses for training and your rivalry in training, what else has he really done to you personally?”

Four runs a hand over his face and looks back to me. “I guess saying that he lives to make my life hell wouldn’t matter to you?”

I laugh and shake my head. “That won’t work with me Four. I know you find reasons to make his life hell just as much. You question every move he makes and you do it publicly. Does it not say something that he hasn’t called you out publicly on it to this day when he could? You badmouth him constantly, telling anyone who will listen just how horrible he is. He has yet to pull rank and have you brought up on charges. He has yet to try and fight you again. Yeah, you guys exchange words and glares. I know that he can push your buttons just as bad but that is all it has been. I’m not saying you have to become best friends, but even you have to see it would be better for the faction if you worked together.”

I am surprised at how calm I am about this but I also mean every word. I sigh and let him digest that then continue. “As far as whatever is between Eric and me. It really isn’t anyone else’s business. You can be worried as a friend, but a real friend would say...you know what..I don’t necessarily like it, but I am here for you. Believe me, I have heard that enough from Lynn, Sadie, Vera, and AJ.”

A throat clears from the doorway to the office and both our heads snap to look at it.

“Cógeme,” I mutter when I see Eric leaning against the door jamb of the wide open door.

His arms are crossed over his chest, his one leg crossed over the other. He looks like he is relaxed but the tension in his arm where the vein is pulsing like mad lets me know he is anything but relaxed.

Four stands and looks at me seriously. “I don’t like it, but I am here for you.” He mutters out with a tense jaw as if the words are killing him to say.

Then he eases away from the desk and to the door. Eric still stays in the same position, the two eyeing each other as Four closes the distance then pauses in front of him. I stand slowly, just knowing I am going to have to put myself between them in a second.

I am surprised when Eric straightens then moves out of the door to let him pass. Four goes by him, still not taking his eyes off Eric, then gives this little head nod and turns to walk away completely.

Eric steps back into the doorway, through it, and then shuts the door firmly. I am at a loss for what to say honestly. He makes his way over quickly with two long strides of his legs.

“Did you mean all that?” He asks, in that hushed tone he can get.

I nod in response, swallowing to try and get my dry mouth to work properly and form words. “How long were you there?”

“I saw him go into your office behind you. You two didn’t close the door and I got curious.”

“So. Everything then.” He crowded in close to me. The wild man was back but there was something else burning in his eyes as he cupped the sides of my face then pulling me into a kiss.

It is a hungry and impatient kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth after I had barely opened it to receive him. He curls his tongue along mine while his fingertips apply the slightest of pressure against my scalp as he tries to get me even closer. Our height difference prevents it from happening, so with a growl, his hands shoot down until they are digging into the cheeks of my ass and he yanks me up. My legs wrap around his waist tightly as my hands go to his hair, tangling in it as much as they can when it is still styled with that gel he uses.

I move my hips against him but I am too high up and groan in frustration. We are still kissing when he goes to the seat I had just vacated and situates himself in it with me straddling him. We feverishly make out like a couple of teenagers, getting nowhere near the level of satisfaction we really want and just making ourselves even more frustrated.

He pulls back from a kiss we barely surfaced from other than long enough to get air and I find myself gasping.

“You didn’t even hesitate to shut him down….” He mumbles against the skin of my neck. It is so garbled I at first don’t understand him.

I pull back with a frown. “Why would I?

He doesn’t answer, just scowls and gives a frustrated huff that my scrubs are in the way of him getting to my bare skin. He is avoiding answering or doesn’t even realize that he said anything. I ask again, trying to make him look at me. “Why would I have hesitated, Eric?”

His hands still, he is still wearing that scowl, but he is looking right in my eyes.

“You’re done for the day.” He sighs and closes his eyes then opens them again after just a brief pause. “Are you done for the day?”

My lips twitch in amusement at that. I nod in agreement. “Yes. I had a little bit of paperwork…”

That seemed to be good enough for him because he doesn’t let me finish before he is standing while he grumbles out a ‘thank fuck’. He barely remembers he is still holding me when he starts for the door until I shriek out that he needs to put me down. He looks at me with a glint in his eye then shakes his head and lets me down.

I have time to grab my bag before he grabs my hand and then leads me out of the door. There are a few nurses around that look at us and I hear Shauna laughing saying she would see me after the weekend. He doesn’t let go of my hand at all as we walk through the compound.

“Are you taking me home with you?” I ask breathlessly and with a smile as I remember that I had asked this same question when he carried me from the pit. The night was still hazy but I had slowly started to remember things. That was one of them.

He looks down at me and smirks wickedly. “You bet your fucking ass I am, little one.”

I shiver from the promise in his eyes and the wickedness of his smile.

#divergent fanfiction #divergent au #eric coulter fanfiction #eric x oc #romance #fluff #smut #eric coulter #oc #jai courtney #diane guerrero

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mimiplaysgames · 6 years ago

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For the writing asks, 4, 11, and 31, please.

4. name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why

Oh God, ONLY THREE?!

J.K. Rowling. I think she really challenged my perception of fantasy, because her work is so character-focused, as opposed to lore-focused. I heavily agree with George R. R. Martin and his perception that the fantasy genre is oversaturated with an obsession over lore that it fumbles with pathology, and I’ve put fantasy books down over that very reason. Her dedication to character development, character interaction, and mystery made a huge impact on me. I look for fantasy stories that have these specific elements because of her.

Stephen King. He has a power over pathology and character psyche that only has one rival (that I have found so far). He can get really weird at times, but there are novels, such as Dreamcatcher, The Green Mile, and the Shawshank Redemption that are just outright beautiful in what they say about the human condition (the Mist as well, but it’s on the opposite end of the spectrum in comparison to the others, squarely in the horror genre, but it’s brilliant, and King himself said the 2007 adaptation was better than his original story, and I agree).

Cormac McCarthy. Speaking of having a rival, I swear, if my future self would tell me that I would never grow enough in my skill to envelope some of his mastery over prose and pathology, I should just end my life right now and spare this fandom the rest of my worthless garbage. The Road, No Country for Old Men, and Blood Meridian are amazing works of literature.

Neil Druckmann. Okay, so I’m cheating because I have to list The Last of Us as one of the greatest examples of near narrative perfection (especially in a video game) I have ever experienced, and this is another writer that really blew my mind in terms of character development. My work is wasteful, dreadful and horrendous in comparison, but I’ll risk the delusion into thinking I can somehow one day aspire to write like this.

11. do you listen to music when writing?

The short answer is YES. The long is answer is that I’m a soundtrack whore. I can’t write without music, it’s impossible (I mean, I reference music in my work all the time, haha). I tend to listen to a lot of soundtracks from epic fantasies because they are very versatile and very appropriate since I refuse to confine myself to one genre (fuck fluff and angst). I do listen to Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Chrono Trigger and Cross, and Shadow Hearts, but Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Lost, and Fullmetal Alchemist are up there in what I play when I write, among like a hundred others (ones for fluffy stuff are very different, like the Last Unicorn, My Neighbor Totoro, and Kiki’s Delivery Service). If I’m not in the mood, I will stick to piano-orchestrated or piano-electronic pieces, especially by brilliant songwriters such as Agnes Obel, Regina Spektor, Vanessa Carlton, Tori Amos and Fiona Apple. If I need to be happy, it’s Lindsey Stirling, Beats Antique, and Shakira. If my symptoms are firing and I can’t focus, then classical (Chopin and Bach are faves, but I adore them all). My mother is a classical pianist, so I can’t help myself but be so reliant on music.

31. easiest part of writing

Of the actual writing process (like writing a chapter out), I can’t say there is an easy part. It’s all labor-intensive, and all exhausting on the mind. But what I find easy is the outlining process. With that, I can just let my imagination go and play, and write in details that I’ll be excited about fleshing out later on. I find the outlining process so intuitive. It is also my philosophy that everything has to be relevant, so I can easily cut out and add scenes and sub-plots that I know will work out or won’t work out. For example, in my sequel fic, A Powerful Enough Dream, I planned two sub-plots: one where Aqua confronts Ardyn, from FFXV who killed her parents. The other was a post-Aquanort scene, where she goes to the world of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It’s my favorite Disney Renaissance film, and since it was a dream in KH:DDD (and I really hated what they did with it), I wanted to explore Aqua confronting her internalized ideas of light and darkness in comparison to corruption in the Catholic Church, and what it meant to have faith that things were going to turn out alright - or having hope to keep going despite how frightened she is. Neither of these I could tie into the main plot (because I won’t stick a sub-plot in there if I can’t advance the main plot in any way). So they both got cut. I’m talking WAYYYY ahead of where I am in the story right now, but it was easy to cut them off without having to waste time writing them.

Ask a fanfic writer!

#ask game #after-the-lights #answered #these were awesome questions #but man i wish i could add many more authors #i just can't pick a few #i respect so many

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ame-this · 4 years ago

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So I tend to make a lot of playlists. As you know, Spotify makes a playlist of the songs I listened to the most, but I felt the need to make a narrow list for each month I experienced during this year. Analysis as followed:

1. January - Lights Up, Harry Styles - I was hopeful. I had big shiny plans, as we all did. I felt good about things mostly.

2. February - Almost (Sweet Music), Hozier - We worked in the yard, dug a pretty pond, installed a waterfall. Things were beginning to take shape. The early spring was gentle and sweetly scented.

3. March - hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, Lana Del Rey - A moment of devastation. All hope was lost for a moment. Fear and despair took over. Hope was dangerous.

4. April - God, Tori Amos - This was the month of rage and frustration. I listened to a lot of Tori Amos. I cursed God and his minions who allowed this to happen. Those who clung in bad faith to heresy. Those who refused reason and abandoned logic.

5. May - Stupid Love, Lady Gaga - After all the pain and rage, I had little left but Love to cling to. I partied with myself in my own living room. I danced all alone.

6. June - Husavik, Eurovision Song Contest - When everything has just gone all wrong, what can you do but surrender to the absurdity of it all? This year I made time to let go and just enjoy the little things. Not taking life too seriously.

7. July - the last great american dynasty, Taylor Swift - After 4 stages of grief, the last is acceptance. This was the new normal, we had to get through it. Maybe things would be better soon, but it wasn’t looking good. The world was ending. Might as well have a marvelous time.

8. August - Walking on Broken Glass, Annie Lennox - Summer lingered and was brutal. In a time where I usually frolic in the sunshine, agoraphobia and depression took root like weeds. Fighting it was hard and painful. But life goes on even if we are tired of it.

9. September - Grigio Girls, Lady Gaga - A good glass of pale, cold wine and 4 hours in a Discord server are sometimes all you need. We rose a glass to friends near and far.

10. October - Come Undone, Duran Duran - Fall finally made it. Of all the spooky seasons, this one was by far the most ghostly. I felt lucky to be alive. I turned 28 in a year that made no sense what so ever. I felt like I lived in the Twilight Zone. What should have been my favorite month, felt like a whole month of pretending it was all going to be alright.

11. November - Not Ready to Make Nice, The Chicks - We watched with bated breath for days. A moment of anticipation, followed by elation. Then the sadness just came back. But that grief gave way to rage, and at least i felt something more than indifferent. The whole month was steel grey and cold, and I kind of liked it.

12. December - Willow, Taylor Swift - I would be trite in saying, “Nothing ever goes according to plan.” But it’s the damn truth. Terrible things. Good things. This was the year of things happening. All my plans got wrecked. I accomplished nothing but staying alive. But under the shooting stars and converging planets, me and my co-conspirator made new plans. I still don’t understand what all this year was about, but it was not a wasted year.

13. Epilogue - Once in a Lifetime, Talking Heads - This has just been a weird year. Some people will try to say that this year created a reset button for everyone. That we are allowed a fresh start after this is all over. Well, this is still not over. And most of us find ourselves exactly where we were, or worse. The class divide is wider than before. This once in a lifetime year will put off reverberations for a few lifetimes; however, all of this is the same as it ever was.

#2020 #new year #Spotify #tw death #tw covid #tw anxiety #tw depression

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topazshadowwolf · 7 years ago

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The Other Side

This is Halloween related, right? I think so. Besides, it is the last day of my “Gaster Blastober” month. I ought to post something!

Make sure you have read the others first:

A Breakfast Surprise I’m At Soup Papyrus! Go Long! Hidden Distrust

An Undertale Fanfic by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Set in the Gaster Blaster AU Relationships: Soriel Rating: Teen Heads up: This is what some of what I’ve seen called “body horror” in this one. Best way to explain this AU is if Sans and Papyrus as a werewolf. Consider this before reading.

AO3 version

The Other Side

If she ever had a chance to spend time with Sans alone, really alone, now was it. It was summer, school was out, and Frisk was on a trip with Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, and Papyrus. It was good for the child to have a vacation, and she almost joined. She later decided not to when she learned Asgore was going to be coming along. While she might say she forgave Asgore, a part of her had not yet fully forgiven him. The most she can do is spend one, maybe two, days with him; provided she had opportunities to step away. After that, his general sweetness and, especially, his tendency to act sorry for killing the humans, got on her nerves. It was her problem, and she knew it. She wanted to yell at him, tell him that that if he was sorry for what he did, he never should have done it once, let alone 6 times.

So, being in the same car for hours, and seeing him for several days in a row was a little much. It seemed to be a common belief that she hated him, which was not true. Sans understood that from all their talks that, even when she was still in the Ruins, she didn't hate Asgore. It's just what has happened between them is too much to fix. At least, too much for so soon. No matter how hard the other boss monster may try, the love was gone; looking at him only reminded her of the children. The sight of him, alone, can sometimes cause her to remember her nightmares of human children calling to her...

Besides, once she heard that Sans was planning on staying behind, she knew she would have the company she really wanted. The younger brother, Papyrus, was hesitant to leave his brother; he didn't believe it would be best to leave Sans alone.

Toriel knew how important Papyrus was to Sans. Also, she knew that Sans would not want to go on any long trips, even if he should have another week before a possible change. Though, it had been made clear to her, Sans didn't like Papyrus missing out on things like this. It took some convincing, but she managed to get the younger skeleton to let her watch Sans while he was gone. It wouldn’t be easy for them to be separated for so long. But Papyrus had friends around to help him, which he thrives on. Sans, with his hot dog stand and empty house, was going to need the extra attention which she was willing to provide.

And, one night before the trip, Toriel invited Papyrus over to talk it all over.

Before this talk, Toriel had been learning more about what the brothers go through. About what causes the change, and where the two usually go to change. During these lessons, Toriel couldn't help but find that jovial Papyrus would make a marvelous teacher. What she learned, from teacher Papyrus, that night was an in-depth explanation of the process of the change Sans goes through.

Papyrus explained it as a three-part process. The first being the "isolation" stage. In this stage Sans suspects the change is going to possibly happen, and seeks isolation to try getting a hold of the feeling and hopefully avoid the change. The second stage occurs if he can't get control of the feeling, and Papyrus called it the "starting" stage. This one Papyrus split into more parts. There was the "jumpy" part, in which Sans is nervous, wanting to hide, and starting to show signs of pain. The next part is the "cracked" part, where some changing occurs while Sans looks for where he is going to change, and his bones start looking all cracked. Then the last stage is the "active" stage, which is when Sans actively changes. And that... is marked with thrashing about... screaming... and bystanders needing to be careful standing near him, because you don't want to accidentally get hurt.

Since stress could cause the change to happen, it had crossed her mind to invite Sans to stay in her guest room. Being out of an empty house and with company might be more relaxing for him. Though that might be a little forward, especially for the first day of this. For now, she will start simple. After all, once she learned his secret, while their relationship seemed to have flourished in some ways in others it withered.

With the additional information and a plan, she decided for the first night she would pack a simple dinner of soup, sandwiches, and a pie to share with him. One thing she knew about her friend, he was not the type to make himself a nice dinner. Knowing this, she figured it would be a pleasant treat. Something homemade that wasn’t spaghetti.

It was late afternoon when she arrived at the house Sans shares with his brother. To her surprise, she saw Sans leaving, the hood of his jacket pulled up over his head. With a wave, she called out to him to catch his attention. He startled, before he slowly turned to look over at her. With his hood over his head, Toriel couldn't see his face well, but the eye lights, focused on her, shined out. They looked smaller than normal, which was odd to Toriel.

“t-tori… heya, i, uh… didn’t expect you… didn’t you go with the others?” Sans asked as Toriel approached. There was a tense, or nervous, sound in his voice.

Was he...?

Toriel started to suspect something was going on, but she didn't want to jump to a conclusion right away. Though she thought he didn’t look well, the setting sun was not a reliable source of lighting to really examine him.

“I figured I’d enjoy being home alone for a while. That, and when I heard you weren’t going, I thought you might like some company,” she said in a relaxed tone, hoping to keep him calm.

“oh…,” his voice was hesitant and, if she would hazard to guess, scared.

“Sans, are you alright?” She asked, bending down a little to get a better look at his face.

To Toriel’s annoyance, he seemed to know what she was doing and turned slightly to continue hiding. “yea, fine…,” he then glanced at the basket of food, “that smells good.”

That surprised her. Personally, she could not smell the food once she put it in the containers. Her sense of smell was always better than his, thanks to the biological benefits of having a long, wide snout. That is, unless he is half changed. She looked at her friend, sure that she knew what was going on. This did end up being too much stress for him after all.

“How about we just relax and have a picnic then?” Toriel offered.

She touched his right arm and he flinched while he took a step back, “yeah, sorry, not tonight, so… tomorrow, ok?” Her friend then turned sharply and started to walk away before she could respond.

“Sans, please don't cut me out of this,” She followed him.

“tori,” He stopped walking but didn't look back at her, “really tori…, you've been helpin' me so much. you don't need to be a part of... this”

"Is it really something you want to be alone for?" Toriel asked

Sans was silent and looked down. 'No,' she thought to herself, 'he doesn't want to be alone, he just thinks it's the only way.' She then asked softly, “Then where are you going?”

He shook his head, as if trying to chase away a thought, “just going for a walk, please, tori… i’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Sans started to walk again, Toriel reached out and grabbed his right arm to stop him. She was surprised as he yelped out in pain then proceeded to cover his mouth with his left hand. That hand showed signs of being different. The fingers were longer, and the start of talons could be seen at the end of each of them.

Looking back at his face, Toriel could see the panic in his pin prick sized eye lights. He quickly pulled free before he hid the hand in his jacket pocket. Without a word he turned again and started to walk. She feared that he would disappear with a shortcut and grabbed for his shoulder.

Sure enough, he did try to flee but ended up taking her with. Looking around, she could see they were now deep in the forest. It sounded like where Papyrus said the two would go to undergo this transformation. It was pleasant, and peaceful, though the dying sunlight and thick tree coverage did make it eerily dark.

She wasn't going to lie to herself. As much as she wanted to be here for him, she couldn't shake the fear of the unknown. It was unknown how he would react to someone other than his brother here. But she had to try, for his sake.

“tori, please, i,” his sentence was cut short as he drew his shoulders up and arms in. She could hear him suck in air quickly through his teeth, and as he breathed out she could hear a slight quiver. “not… tonight… please go back.”

“Please, let me help you,” Toriel pushed.

“i… i never wanted you to be part of this,” Sans said quietly, as he turned and looked at her she could see tears forming in his eye sockets.

“You’re important to me, Sans, if there is something you are struggling through I want to help you. I like to think you would do the same if it were the other way around,” She offered a smile, but he didn't look, or sound, convinced by it.

“but, this is something you don’t… shouldn’t...,” he then hugged himself and whimpered slightly.

Helping to support him, Toriel hugged him lightly and let him lean on her. Slowly pulling the hood back, she revealed his misshapen skull. There were lumps forming on the back, laced with small fractures. His face was slowly becoming elongated as well, looking more like the muzzle she was starting to get used to seeing.

Closing her eyes, she stayed calm, she had to for him. Inside she felt the fear building, but she couldn't let that show. Not now. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, and let the ruler she once was take control of the situation. “Sans, what can I do?”

His voice was a painful plea at this point, “tori, please, you don’t need to deal with this… i… i’ll be fine…” Nothing about the way he was acting, or sounding, allowed her to believe his last statement.

She felt over his spine and recognized the feel of the larger, and sharper, spinal processes of his partial changed form. He flinched away from her, and she eased up on how much she touched him. Hurting him was not her goal. What she needed to do is get him to relax, maybe even talk to her if possible. Being so tense and scared could not possibly help in the process. In a calm tone, she asked, “Sans, if you saw me in pain like you are now, would you leave me?”

“but…,” He said quietly, shivering.

"Would you?" She asked again, not letting her point be dropped.

"... no," he replied softly.

"Then I'm not leaving you," she said, while very softly petting his skull. Her own bones ached in sympathy as she looked over the spider web like micro fractures lining every inch of him. Healing magic would only prolong his pain as the fractures would heal only to reappear again. The only thing she knew to do was provide support.

Under her light hold, she could feel him tremble as he started to curl in on himself, “tori… i don’t… i’m… not in my right mind after I turn into… this thing… i don't want to hurt you.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Hurting me?”

“yes… part of it…,” he admitted, "i just... i don't know what it does or thinks."

“I can handle myself, Sans,” she said in a strong tone, then added softly, “besides, I know you won’t hurt me. Now, what can I do to help you?”

As she figured, he didn’t have the energy to argue anymore with her. He struggled to get his jacket off, and Toriel helped without being asked. Once it is off, he offered it to her, “if you could keep an eye on this…”

Carefully, she folded the jacket and placed it in the basket. Glancing back at Sans, she noticed his clothes were no longer fitting properly, “What about the rest? You seem to be growing and they can’t be comfortable.”

With a bashful look he nodded slightly, and she helped him free himself from the rest of his clothing. Not that there was anything for him to worry about her seeing. He was, after all, a skeleton. But still, she understood his desire for modesty, and respected it by not staring.

Wrapped around his legs was the tail she had grown attached to. It was clear he hated the limb, but she had found the thing cute in its own right. The tail also was a good indicator on how he was feeling. The fact it was wrapping around him, as he crouched down, showed how insecure he was feeling. That was obvious right now. It is at other times, such as when he gives off his cool and collected act, she finds it useful.

Offering comfort, she knelt by him, placing an arm lightly around him, allowing him to lean on her. His arms he wrapped around himself in a hug, as he kept his growing claws to himself. To help him she continued to keep him talking, “I guess you know Papyrus has been talking to me about all of this." He nodded slightly in response, "But there are a few things we haven't discussed, yet. How long do you stay changed?”

“uh, t-till i don’t have the energy to m-maintain it. just being it takes energy, but, uh, ya know, moving around expends more,” he said before he started to curl in on himself in pain with a soft whimper. He was trembling, and she could hear a sickening creaking sound.

“Is there anything I can do for the pain?” She asked.

Sans shook his head and she gently pulled him closer to herself. Accepting Toriel’s gesture of comfort, he leaned his head on her. He was warmer than normal, and sweat was forming on him. She tried asking him a few more questions, but he didn't respond more than with a slight nod or shake of the head.

Desperate to offer him something, she spoke to him quietly. She told him small stories of her past few weeks, riddling in as many puns as she could. Now and then Toriel would hear a series of pops, which resulted in Sans uttering a pain filled sound while trying to bury his continually elongating face into her. All the while, she knew he was growing, but had not thought much on it until he was leaning his head on the top of her own. It was then she heard him start to rattle as he shivered fearfully. Every breath was quivering with worry of what is to come.

She continued talking to him, giving him an anchor to hold to through the pain. It appeared that the changing stopped, but he didn't relax, and there were more thin fractures all over. This must have been the end of what Papyrus had called the second stage. Soon the last stage would start.

He was becoming tenser, and when he tried to speak all that came out was an odd growling, whining sound. She only lightly touched him, and he pulled away, his bones seemed even more sensitive than before. Softly she hummed to him, hoping it provided some comfort, anything that could possibly help him.

When his whines seemed to match up with her humming, she felt a small amount of relief. There he was, her Sans. He wasn't as lost in the pain and fear as he had been. He opened his eye sockets and looked down at her, pain and worry still marked his expression, but there was some amount of peace there.

That quickly ended as he lurched away from her. Huddled on the ground, Sans howled out in pain. Toriel quickly stood and moved back to give his long tail ample space to thrash about. His hands, which resembled front paws, covered his eye sockets while his feet kicked out blindly, tearing up the earth around him.

He was growing and changing rapidly now. What had started as a slow process had sped up, and resulted in far more pain. With how much he was thrashing and kicking, it would be dangerous for her to get any closer. Instead, Toriel tried offering reassuring words to Sans, though what more could she say then, "Hold on" and "It won’t be much longer."

It tore at her soul to see him like this, and be powerless to do anything about it. The past few months of dealing with him half changed now came back to her. No wonder he was so miserable about all of this, and why he hated his tail, too. Not only does it have a mind of its own, but it was just a reminder of all of this.

It wasn't until his actions started to slow that she saw that his claws were digging into his skull. Carefully she moved around to his head. It was massive compared to normal, and she felt like she was near one of the great dragons of old, verses her friend. She also noticed his bottom jaw was no longer one piece of bone but two, which clacked as he started to tremble again. It seemed odd to her that it would be able to part like that, and wondered if there was a reason. It will have to be something to ask Papyrus about later.

Every exhalation Sans made was accented by a plaintive whimper, which pulled her from her marveling at his shape to dealing with the aftermath. The transformation seemed done, but that didn’t mean the pain or fear would be gone. At this time, Sans was no longer the friendly, short and stout skeleton she knew. What Toriel now saw was a skeletal beast, and one that was far larger and looked deadlier than his half-changed form. His words of warning about his mental state echoed in her head. Yet, she had to try.

“Sans?” She said and the creature, Sans, froze. Terror gripped her, and her voice caught in the back of her throat. Fighting that down, she finally managed to weakly say, “it's me, Toriel.”

The large skull raised from the ground, oversized claws digging into the earth as he started to stand. His bones rattled from the strain, yet he continued his effort until he, as the great bone beast he was, stood before her. Looking right at Toriel, with narrowed, tear stained, eye sockets, Sans emitted a bone chilling growl.

She wanted to run, hide. Her paws clasped together before her, as she felt herself shiver. The eye lights in the large eye sockets looked her over as the creature sniffed the air. His bottom jaw clacked a few times, as he continued to growl. Toriel took this as a possible good sign; he was being curious but defensive, not outright aggressive.

Clinging to the hope he will recognize her, she tried again, “it's okay, Sans.”

His jaws started to open, the bifurcated mandible parting ever so slightly. She felt herself step backwards as his head continued to move towards her. Sans’s face was inches from hers and she could feel her magic stirring, ready to defend.

At the height of her fear she heard a sound. It was a low, sad, plaintive mix of a whine and trill. Confused at first, she didn't know it came from him until he made it again. When she looked into Sans’ eye sockets, she could see the gaze matched the sound he uttered.

Slowly, she reached her arms out to the skull, which moved into them and pressed into her. Her arms didn’t even reach around his snout, and his attempt to nuzzle her nearly pushed her over. When she giggled in response, she didn’t mean for it to sound nervous, but he clearly picked up on it. Becoming self-conscious, he started to back up and hunkered down to make himself as small as possible.

“Oh, Sans, that’s not…,” Toriel was at first frowning at this. But watching this great beast try to make himself small was rather adorable, and she raised a paw to hide her face. “That is not necessary my friend, but thank you.”

Already, something else caught his attention, as Sans lifted his head and his skull bobbed slightly as he sniffed the air. Toriel watched as he turned his head towards the basket of food. As he started to stand she moved quickly to intercept him.

“Not like this, dear. You said you needed to use up energy to change back, eating will give you more energy.”

Sans huffed and looked away. Like a rebellious child, he sat back down, his back to her, and, from what she could tell, pouted. Toriel felt herself put her hands on her hips as she tried not to laugh. “Sans! You're being silly. You'll get the food eventually, you just have to wait," she tried to reason.

The large bone creature replied with a grumbling whine and flopping over to his side. This caused Toriel to shake as she struggled to hold back her laughing. Walking over be in front of his head, she looked down at him, "Come on, you're one of the most patient people I know. Waiting till you're back to normal won’t be that long for you."

Two round eye lights stared at her for a moment then the beast grunted and rolled over, turning his back to her again. As much as he seemed to be upset, his tail hinted he was now playing as it softly wagged, thumping on the forest floor. This made her wonder how much he was understanding verses how much he was getting from her behavior and tone of voice. Papyrus did mention Sans was more... well, in his words, Sans is more "blaster beast than brother when changed."

Putting her hands behind her back, Toriel walked in front of Sans again and leaned over his head. "Sans?" she gave him a mock glare. Again, he rolled over, with a whining grumble, and he moved his front leg over his eyes. His tail continued to wag in the process. With a shrug she turned around, so her own back was towards him. "Alright, two can play that game," She said, wondering how long he would pretend to ignore her.

Almost right away, she heard him make a questioning noise before he moved. This made her smile to herself, as she waited for his head to appear before her. Sans, though, had other plans, as she felt something grab the back of her dress between her shoulders. The most she could do is let out a sound of surprise, before the ground disappeared from under her feet. "S-Sans!" she exclaimed, trying to look back at him.

There was a huffing sound as if he was laughing to himself, which caused Toriel to start laughing. Though it was a mix of nervousness, shock, and actual humor. "You! What are you doing?" Toriel asked before Sans moved his head more, setting her on his back near his front shoulders. She tried not to look down, not that she was afraid of heights, but that doesn't mean she enjoys them. "What is this about?"

Sans made a trilling noise and then, with care, nuzzled her. Toriel smiled and pet his muzzle while she listened to him as he made soft sounds in his attempt to talk to her. His head didn't stay there long, as he pulled away he also started to move. To stay on his back, Toriel wrapped an arm around one of the long spinal processes, and shifted closer to it. He started to pick up his pace as she secured her hold and got in place.

"Where are we going?" Toriel asked, and heard Sans trill back at her in response. With a smile, she leaned her head against the spinal process and patted the vertebra it was attached to, "Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

They slowed as they reached a cliff. It caused Sans to come to a stop as he looked up at the top, and Toriel looked as well, "Guess we'll have to find a way around, wont we."

To help, Toriel looked around, and she noticed the cliff was not as high further to the left. To get his attention, she tapped on his ribs. But that didn't seem to be the answer Sans had. His hind quarters lowered, and his tail thrashed from side to side. This action reminded her of a cat about to jump up on something.

“San-“ she started but ended up hugging the spinal process while shutting her eyes tight. Sans had sprung forward and, as if it took no effort at all, jumped up onto the top of the cliff.

There was a soft whine that sounded like a question. Opening her eyes, Toriel looked at Sans, a weak smile was the best she could give. “I’m alright,” she said, but received a skeptical look. Sans then huffed and started moving again.

As they exited the forest, she saw a wide and open field. Upon entering it, Sans trilled and started to build up speed. Toriel noticed that he kept looking back at her, and she could figure why. After her reaction to him jumping up the cliff, he is now worried about scaring her. She was nervous, that was definite. And Sans was not as easy to sit on as a horse or a creature that could offer her more mass than bones. At the same time, though, she had started to feel a thrill as he moved faster. So, she patted the spinal process she was holding to, and said, "Go ahead, I've got a good hold."

With that, he started to shift from a fast walk to a jog, and from the jog into a run. The world flew past them, and the fear she felt melted into a feeling of exhilaration. Ears flying back, she couldn't help but let out a small whoop of joy. Sans made a quick howl in response, clearly enjoying himself too.

They arrived at an area with a stream and a small hill on the other side. Fireflies were rising from the long grass near the stream, dancing in the darkness and providing a beautiful show. Sans slowed to a stop and Toriel could feel his rib cage expand and contract a few times, as he settled down from the run. Approaching the water, he crouched down, like a cat and lowered his head down to the water to drink.

Toriel took this opportunity to lower herself down from his back carefully, and stood beside him. As a firefly flew close to her, she caught it in her paws and watched it climb through her fur, flashing a light now and then. At some point, Sans had stopped drinking and was watching too, skull tilted slightly in question. With some encouragement, she got the small bug to walk down one of her fingers and she lead it over to his snout. This surprised Sans and he took a half step back as he saw the small bug light up near where his nasal cavity was. His head tilted the other way then back again, tail swishing in amusement as he watched it crawl around before flying off.

He made a howling whine as he watched the bug fly off and walked through the stream, as he followed it to the other side. "Let it be Sans, it is far too small," Toriel advised and her dear one stopped and looked back at her.

He must have noticed she was still on the other side, and that she would get wet crossing, as he hunkered down again and stretched his head across for her to use as a bridge. "Oh, that's so kind, are you sure?" she asked, hesitant at the idea of stepping on him like that. But he trilled happily, and she couldn't turn down his offer. With care, so not to step on anywhere that might be sensitive, she walked across and dropped down on the other side. She could have jumped over the stream, it wasn't that wide, by any means, but, his offer was not something she felt she should ignore.

"Thank you, so much, Sans," Toriel smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

He trilled happily at her and his tail swished. Then he made a whine before he stood and turned to walk up the hill. Toriel walked beside him as they climbed up. Once they reached the top he waited for her to sit down before reclining next to her. He nuzzled Toriel, and she lightly petted his skull and muzzle in return. She ran a hand around the bottom of his mandible, which caused him to raise his head to make it easier for her to reach.

From Sans came a rumbling sound, which surprised Toriel at first. It was like a deeper, and slightly hissing, cats purr. "Oh, I... I didn't know you could do that," Toriel was amused by this and found the sound very relaxing. She leaned against his shoulder and continued to pet his head and jawline as she closed her eyes. The sound engulfed her, and she could feel the vibration of it travel through her in the most calming way.

It wasn't until she woke up, did she notice that she had fallen asleep. It couldn't have been for too long, but long enough for the magical presence of Sans to decrease. She shook him lightly and the great bone beast groaned out his displeasure in being woken up. "Sans, come on now," she said, trying again to wake him. Finally, he relented and yawned before opening an eye socket to look at her. "It's been a while now, you might be ready to turn back soon. Shouldn't we start heading back before that happens?"

To that, he grumbled out a mix of whine and growls, as he stretched and looked about ready to sleep again. "We left the picnic basket with the food back in the woods. The same food I promised to give you when you changed back. Would be hard to do that without the basket," she said, accenting the word food. Sans looked at her again, this time with a look that seemed to say, 'how dare you use food against me.'

As he started to stand, Toriel grabbed hold of his shoulder and climbed up. Again, Sans stretched, though he seemed mindful to not do anything that would be difficult for Toriel to stay on. Once ready, he started back, moving at a slower pace than before. And when he jumped down from the cliff, it lacked any of the grace from earlier. Toriel nearly fell off, and he must have noticed as he turned to look at her, whining out an apology. The rest of the way, it was clear he was tired and just ready to lay down anywhere. When they made it back to the spot he had changed in, Toriel slid off his back to get the basket.

Sans, though, kept walking, his feet and tail dragging along as he moved. "You don't have to keep going, dear, I can carry you back," Toriel said, walking beside him. But Sans sighed and kept moving.

He whined in response, and looked down at her with blurry, eye lights. He then continued walking for a while longer before he finally collapsed and curled up. Toriel walked over and pet his skull as she watched him tense up. There was some soft whimpering as, for the second time that night, his body started to drastically change. Mostly he shrunk in size, looking like a smaller version of the creature he just was, with some more bipedal features. Over all, he seemed in less pain, and the process appeared easier. Though, that could be because of the fact he was just too tired to really react.

Once done, and he was his partial form, he stayed curled up. At this point, there as little she could do to wake him, and she didn't blame him. Quietly, she scooped him up and balanced him on one hip, so she could carry the basket in the other hand. It was still very early in the morning, and they were on the edge of the forest. She could already see his house, to which she had a spare key. Looking down at him, she felt he should be cleaned up of all the dirt, mud, and bits of plant life he had on himself. But, perhaps she should just let him focus on sleep first.

... One thing for sure, she was convinced the beast and Sans were indeed the same being.

End thoughts: And, thus, this concludes my Gaster Blastober. I hope to add more to this series down the road, and I have plans for it. But, as you all know, I have many other stories to work on that have priority. There will be more though, after all, this is one of my favorite AUs.

#Gaster Blaster AU #Fanfiction #Soriel #Sans #Toriel #body horror

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benjamlntallmadge · 7 years ago

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The Messenger

Summary: Reader goes off to the Continental Army camp with an important message and reunites with Alexander.

Pairing: Alexander x reader

Word Count: 1,222

Warnings: A couple of cuss words, time period sexism, writing that progressively gets worse

A/N: Ahhhh, I’m so excited and nervous since this is my very first time writing for Hamilton. The version of Alexander used in this story is from Hamilton. Hope you guys enjoy it!!

The air smelled of petrichor, pine, and the stench that only a group of men who haven’t showered in weeks could produce, mixed with alcohol. Though these said group of men had long since left the area, the smell lingered throughout the woods. With the sun beating harshly against your skin, beads forming on your forehead and the wind hitting your face, hair slipping from the bun it had been in and flowing in the wind, you gripped the reins tighter, knuckles turning white. Face scrunched into determination, you allowed your body to starve itself of the much-needed sleep and rest that it needed, if only until you reached your destination.

You had been riding since the first rays of the sun had managed to pierce the dark purple sky. On a different day, you would have gladly stayed in bed for a few more hours, wrapped in blankets, or stopped to admire the way that the sky blossomed with hues of pink, orange, and yellow but every second you wasted, the possibility of hundreds of people dying became greater.

It had been months since you had been recruited by the continental army to become a spy for them, or rather, months since you volunteered. Though the position of a soldier would have better suited you, it would have demanded that you disguise yourself as a man, something you would have done if it weren’t for the fear of being discovered. So instead, you settled with prying information from the British men when their minds were foggy with alcohol and infatuation.

A daughter of a tory did have such opportunities at her disposal, especially when your father and the British generals insisted that they should have a party at least every week, minds convinced with the thoughts of victory of the king and the defeat of the colonies. You did what any sensible woman with the thirst of seeing her country rise would do and you got off of your arse and walked to the men who donned their red uniform with pride. You would flutter your eyelashes, giggle at any joke they made, and inquire about plans, allowing their egos to visibly inflate as they bragged, believing that you didn’t understand anything that they were saying because you were a woman.

Last night, in the middle of the party, one of the generals toasted to the king and boasted that in three days time, the colonies would have been defeated by Britain's very best men. You had talked to the very same general later before leaving, claiming to be feeling sick.

You could see that the forest was thinning, and the end of it was near, marked by the sudden sight of a plethora of white — turning a light yellow — tents. Flicking the reins, you chose to ignore the screams of some of the men who ordered you to stop as you rode through the camp, heading straight for the middle of the camp. It wasn’t until a man had stepped in front of your path, musket pointed directly at you, did you stop, pulling the reins back and holding them tightly as you were nearly thrown off of the horse.

“Dismount the horse, ma’am.” The man yelled, glaring at you.

Furiously, you were whipping your head left and right, trying to find a face that you recognized. “I need to see the general.” You announced, not even glancing down at the man.

“Off of the horse.” He said louder this time, anger seeping into his words. By this time, a small group of men had started to form around you, each one pointing a musket at you like the first man.

Relief washed over you when you saw a somewhat short man walking with a much taller man, his dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. “Alexander!” You screamed, capturing his attention when he turned around at the sound of his name.

Though you were quite a large distance apart, you could still see the way that his brown eyes were suddenly alight with recognition and the way that his expression, which was previously in a serious, turned into a mixture of love, surprise, and excitement, all in one.

It only lasted a couple of seconds, quickly turning sour when the man standing in front of you once again yelled at you. Alexander began walking towards you, eyes on the man.

“Lee, what the hell? Do you know who this is?” Alexander questioned the man, Lee, with coldness, voice hinting disgust in the edges.

Lee scoffed and began to lower his musket, glaring at the both of you. “Of course the woman who rode into camp like a mongol knows you.” He spat, using the word ‘woman’ as if it were an insult.

Before Alexander could say anything back to him, you said his name, warning in your tone as you started to dismount, leg swinging off of the horse and jumping to the ground. He mumbled something along the lines of ‘right’ and placed a hand on the small of your back, leading you to a large tent, looking back and giving Lee a deathly look.

-🌻-🌻-🌻-🌻-🌻-🌻-

You laid on a cot, a blanket draped over your body, trying to keep warm as the chilly air bit any exposed skin. One arm was nestled under your head while the other one drew soft patterns on Alexander’s cheek. You watched closely as his eyes fluttered closed when you pressed your lips against his jaw.

It had been hours since you had arrived at camp with information for the general. You had explained what the British general had told you, having written everything so you wouldn’t forget the moment that you had left the party. Within minutes of you finishing, General Washington had told Alexander to write to the group of men that had been sent out earlier in the week to change directions, the latter man writing like there was no tomorrow, trying to finish up the letter as soon as possible. You were given a smile of gratitude from the general that would usually wear a serious expression before being lead to Alexander’s tent to rest from your long ride.

You basked in the peace that was in the air, one that only surrounded the two of you in a bubble. There were few moments like these that you had with your dearest Alexander, with him being the aid-de-camp of Washington and you residing with your tory parents whilst being a spy left very little time for the two of you.

Placing your hand against his chest, you gave a small sigh. “I must leave tomorrow in the morning.” You mumbled quietly, fearing the words would shatter the small world that engulfed the two of you. They did. “My father will have a fit if he finds out that I wasn’t actually visiting my sister.” Alexander hummed in response, the motion causing his chest to rumble against your head slightly.

He opened his eyes, brown orbs looking down at you. “Y/n, when the war is over and we win, I want to formally ask your father’s permission to court you.”

You grinned, kissing him gently in response before pulling away slightly, nose brushing against each other while you looked into his eyes. “I’d love that Alexander.”

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Some time around five in the morning, Anna gave up on sleep completely. Sidling over to Elsa's desk, she 'borrowed' a piece of paper and a pencil. She wasn't going to get any more sleep, so she may as well use the time to plan.

Kristoff. Elsa had to fall for Kristoff, not her. They had to get married and have kids – and maybe when Anna was back in her own time she could try and help fix their relationship then, too. However, she had to figure out how to make all of this happen without screwing everything up as badly as she had been so far or she would never get the chance.

So by the time she made it to Kristoff's that morning, seeing that he was up early and doing the family laundry, she had something a little more concrete to work with. About the only plan she could see that would do the trick. The problem seemed to be that Anna was "cool" and appealing, and Kristoff was just boring in a relative sense. Maybe she couldn't exactly make herself less attractive to her young mother, nor could she make Elsa purebred-hetero, but she had a possible solution to put her dad back in the running.

"Alright, walk me through this again," he sighed as he tossed in the dryer sheet. "You're going to the dance with her, but she's going to end up with me? That's doesn't make sense."

"It's just a backup plan, Dad. Uh… I mean, rad. I mean, that doesn't make any sense, either." Shaking out her head, she tried to push through and cut to the chase. "You can still ask her during the party, but if it doesn't work, I think you sailing in like Batman will make her notice you."

Nodding, he slammed the door and it started tumbling their clothes. "Fine, fine," he sighed as he turned back to the basket, picking out a few clothes to toss in the washer. "And I do love Adam West. But the part I don't get is, how am I saving her from you? I mean, she's your friend."

'Oh, honey,' she thought. He was looking at her with an expression almost as naïve as his words. "Well…" Clearing her throat, she turned away. "Elsa's a sweet girl. Nervous and kinda delicate. So when I get a little rough with her… she'll want someone to save her from that."

"Rough how?"

"Handsy." When Kristoff was still just blinking at her, she went on, "Come on, not even you can be this dense! I'm gonna take advantage of her!"

"WHAT?! You mean you're gonna touch her on her, her…" As he gesticulated, Anna winced to see that her paternal grandmother's bra was in one of his hands. "But you're both girls! A-and- ohhh, what the hell?!"

"Kristoff, calm down!" Taking the bra from him, she tossed it into the washer and tried to ignore how red his face was getting. Probably a lot like her own. "It's just an act! Besides, if you stick to the schedule, I won't even get any further than pushing her down and looking at her funny, right? Just enough to make her worried, and for you to look like the hero."

He still looked incredibly unsure, but at least he wasn't arguing anymore. Still, she knew what he was thinking because she was thinking it, too.

"Look," she sighed, somewhat morosely. "I'm not going to hurt her for real. I promise. Like you said, she's my friend, and… and I care about her a lot. So chill."

Finally, he smiled. It was a little weak and lopsided, but hey, it was there. The moment was broken when the dryer gave a particularly loud thunk. Kristoff jumped; Anna shrieked. For a moment, the only noise was the sound of the machine, cheerfully chugging along.

Then Kristoff started laughing. Heart still thundering in her chest, Anna could only glare at him for a few moments. His face was redder than before, face screwed up in mirth. Were those tears in his eyes? But then he didn't stop. Every time his laughter slowed, all he had to do was look at Anna and it renewed. Soon she was giggling along with him. Slowly her irritation was replaced with something else: a feeling of camaraderie – foreign, much like most of the positive emotions she'd experienced in relation to her father thus far had been – overcame her.

"C'mon, dude," she said between hiccups of laughter. "It's not that funny!"

Kristoff disagreed. "You didn't- didn't see your face!" he chuckled.

It took more genuine effort than she expected, but eventually Anna did get her giggles under control. They parted company, confident of their two-fold plan. First, they would try to help Kristoff "schmooze" his way into Elsa's heart at the party itself. Then, if that earned them no progress, she would go through with Plan B. Given that they both seemed to loathe it, Anna could only hope that Kristoff would be successful.

~ o ~

The day of the party, Elsa started passing out her future address to all of her friends and close acquaintances. Not that she knew that's what it was; only that it was an empty space in which to arrange a bash. She was able to talk Al into helping to get together some of the essentials, and he promised he'd grab some of his teammates for the task. Everything was shaping up great.

Meanwhile, Anna had wheedled a little more cash out of Doc for two more outfits: a party outfit, and a prom dress. The fuchsia mini skirt and fishnet leggings made her feel stupid, almost as much as the denim vest over the black long-sleeve button-up, but she knew everybody else would be wearing similar fashion disasters. She just had to grin and bear it.

"You excited?" she hissed to Elsa as they were getting ready to leave the school. She was a little sad; this would be her last 'school day' with her. Weird as everything had been, she would definitely miss seeing this part of her mother's life.

"I wanna hurl, dude," Elsa confessed with a shaky sigh. "This is the first real party I've ever kinda-sorta thrown myself. It has to be bad, or I'll be a bogus bimbo from now until graduation."

"Those are a lot of B-words." Suppressing the worry that this would cause a resurgence of the urges from the night before, Anna linked her arm with Elsa's as they headed to Ariel's shiny Nova. It wasn't a great car overall, but at least it was fairly new, and she had the use of it most days.

"Oh… hey," Elsa breathed, glancing down at their arms and then back up at Anna's face.

"We got this."

"We got what?" she asked. Anna could kick herself for lapsing with the lingo so often. "O-oh, you mean the party? Yeah, I'm sure it'll be tubular. Or… reasonably sure."

"It's gonna be amazing," Anna insisted. "Everybody's gonna have fun tonight. The key is to let them have their own fun – no micromanaging!"

Elsa merely nodded her head. Honestly, it wasn't something Anna was overly concerned about. There was gonna be some food and soda and apparently Elsa had some 'really neat tunes, totally not square'. She had no idea why her mother was so stressed.

"You're coming, right?"

Oh. That may be why she was worried. Keeping her frown to herself, Anna nodded. "Yeah! Gotta make sure no one messes up your little shindig."

"Shindig?" she snorted, eyes alight. "What is this, the 50s? Who even says that anymore?"

"I do!" Anna defended. Elsa shook her head, a smile still playing at her lips, but she said nothing more.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, each seemingly having no idea how to continue the conversation. It was only when they neared Elsa's friends that she spoke.

"Thank you, Tori," she said honestly. Sincerely. "For all you've done."

"Ahhh, it was nothing." Anna tried to play it cool, but obviously wasn't doing too well. Not when Elsa paused in her steps to face Anna fully. "Hey," she said softly. "What brought this on?"

Elsa shrugged and didn't say anything for a moment. "I just…" she began. "I just get the feeling you're going to be leaving soon, so..."

"What? Oh… well, yeah, probably am." How did she know she was leaving? Still, she had to do better. "Definitely am. Gotta head home, y'know?"

"Right! So I wanted to tell you in case I don't get the chance or- or in case something changes." Change? What could change? Anna's mouth was already open and primed to ask when Elsa interrupted. "So thank you, Victoria."

"Well… I'm… okay." She decided not to fight Elsa on that, since she really wasn't exactly sure what she would be fighting against. In truth, if they hadn't already technically crossed lines, hadn't masturbated next to each other, she probably would have leaned up to kiss her on the cheek – to reassure her. Instead, she merely squeezed her bicep. "You're welcome. But you honestly don't have to thank me; I just think you're a… rad chick and want to help you out."

"After what happened, I'm not sure I deserve that," she sighed as they got closer to the car.

"What do you mean?" But Elsa didn't answer. They were too close to Ariel now, which Anna understood… but she still had to wonder what Elsa had been going to say. Did she completely blame herself for their straying over the line and into the Danger Zone? That wasn't fair.

"Ready to crank this party to eleven?!" Ariel was asking them, blotting out the rest of Anna's inner musings. Along with her, Elsa and Jasmine immediately cried out in unison "IT GOES TO ELEVEN?!" and Anna could only shake her head and laugh, wondering where this wonderfully ridiculous version of her mother had gone.

~ o ~

A few hours later, they had the model home as tricked out as it could possibly be. Somewhere, they had dug up an actual deejay, and he brought a crate full of the best early-80s new wave and rock hits. Even a little disco, despite how most of them rolled their eyes to see the 'Saturday Night Fever' soundtrack amongst his selection.

They also grabbed a few folding chairs and added them to the plain, boring couch and armchair that had been in the living room. There was no TV – or rather, the one in there was just a cardboard display to give the impression of an actual TV – but they didn't really need one. They quickly set up a drink and snack station in the dining room, and put out bowls of chips and some dip on the coffee table so there would be more than one place to grab food.

"Looks good so far," Jazz was saying as she looked around at their work. "Wish we had more Pepsi Free, and more Coke Classic than New Coke…"

"Well the New Coke was on sale," Ariel said. "We're not exactly millionaires."

"Well, Al is bringing some supplies, too," Elsa reasoned, "So we're probably gonna be set no matter what." She was currently rearranging the table, making sure they had enough coolers full of ice – and enough room in them – for the various drinks. She was nervous and scared of failing, that much was obvious.

"So, who's coming?" Anna asked. Ariel and Jazz were, bless their souls, entirely unhelpful. Jazz could only name one person – "Al!" – and Ariel gave a shrug.

"Word probably passed around the school," Elsa said. "Have you never thrown a party before?" They all turned to Anna.

"Oh, heh, well, not exactly. Where I'm from parties tend to be a little… different." She'd been invited to them, of course. After the first one she'd never gone again. Parties were loud and obnoxious things. When someone inevitably brought out the alcohol, she added 'scary' to that list. Drunk people were scary. And most seemed not to realise what it did to them, what it turned them into – both in the short term, and in the long term.

Realising that she'd been staring at Elsa as those thoughts swirled in her head, Anna shook her head. "I guess I'm just not a huge party girl," she said.

At first, Elsa and her friends laughed a little. Then when she realised Anna wasn't joking, the blonde leaned in a little closer. "Wait… are you serious? But you're the coolest girl I know!"

"Maybe… sobriety is cooler?" When they only stared, she wilted and mumbled, "Yeah okay, didn't expect that one to work. But for real, I'm just not much of a drinker, sorry."

Of course, that would be the exact moment Al and his posse showed up with the keg and a couple bottles of harder liquor. Anna swallowed her disappointment and helped them set up, getting everything ready and appointing one of the jocks – some giant beefcake who called himself "Herc" – as the one to watch the table and make sure nobody drank themselves stupid. Not that she really trusted him to do that.

Around the time the first few guests began to show up, Elsa took Anna aside and whispered, "Why are you doing all this?"

"Huh?"

"This party. If you're not a partier, then why would you go to all this trouble to help set one up?"

Her thoughts went to Kristoff, who was probably trying to parallel park outside as they spoke. "Oh… just trying to be a good friend, I guess."

"Ah. Well, I want you to know I appreciate-" But that was as far as she got before she was being dragged away by Ariel to help greet and mingle. That was just as well, since it gave Anna an excuse to head for the refreshments and grab herself some caffeine.

She was also hoping to run across Kristoff. She'd told him to be early – "but not too early!" – but so far she hadn't seen hide nor hair of him. Twenty minutes later, by the time the party was getting into full swing, he still hadn't arrived.

A little irritated at his lack of punctuality, she made her way out the front of the house. There were kids strewn everywhere. It wasn't too bad yet – no one was truly drunk, which was nice. And down the street a little, still close enough to be visible in the light, was a familiar face.

"Kristoff!" Anna called, jogging towards him. He gave a start, and lifted a hand in a wave, but he didn't move forward to meet her. So that was the first thing she asked him about. "What the hell? Why aren't you in there yet?"

Looking away, he mumbled some pathetic excuse. Something about not being wanted at the party, an "I'm sure Elsa doesn't want me here." But this was the same old self-esteem issue, so Anna punched him in the shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make him flinch and look up.

"Dude," she said. "This isn't an invite-only gig. And trust me, you're just as welcome as anyone else." Before long, everyone would be too drunk to care whether a 'nerd' was there or not. Plus… they did say Anna was cool. She could invite whoever she wanted! "And besides, you're already here. May as well make the most of it."

She practically had to drag Kristoff towards the house even when she received a reluctant agreement from him. Anna refused to allow him to back out now, not with all the effort she had put into this.

"Just try and strike up a conversation with her," she encouraged him once they were inside. "She won't bite, you know that."

"Fine, fine! Wow, you're pushy!" But he didn't fight her on it, either; seemed to be how he handled most situations.

Back inside, she left Kristoff to approach Elsa and focused exclusively on pigging out on snacks. The potato chips seemed especially bland to her for some reason, and she couldn't decide if New Coke was an acceptable alternative to the stuff she was used to. Stubbornly, she refused to have a single sip of anything alcoholic; she told herself it was only because she needed to remain focused on getting her parents together. Which was mostly true.

After a good fifteen minutes, she floated back out to the living room to find them. However, neither Kristoff nor Elsa was there. Poking her head around the other rooms, she finally had to drift down the hallway to locate one of them.

Elsa was lying on one of the beds, staring up at the ceiling. Ironically enough, it was in the room that would later become Anna's. Even the awful grey feature wall was the same. When she heard Anna come in, she sat up on her elbows, then sighed. "Oh, it's you."

That didn't sound good. Gently closing the door behind her, Anna took a few steps into the room. "What's going on? What are you doing in here?"

Elsa shrugged. Sitting up fully, she curled her legs up under her chin. Anna took it as an invitation to sit near Elsa's feet. She smiled to herself – the Elsa of her time would have had kittens to see shoes on the bed.

"Just wanted to get away," she finally admitted.

"Not having fun?"

Closing her eyes, Elsa sighed as she turned her head in the direction of the door – it made her sway a little bit. "No, no, it's not that. I just… Kristoff asked me to the dance tomorrow."

"OH?!" Anna perked up at that. Perhaps it was lucky that Elsa wasn't looking at her, though, because immediately after, she deflated. If Kristoff had asked her, why was she hiding out here? She was almost too afraid to ask. Fortunately – or perhaps unfortunately – Elsa wasn't finished.

"He's a great guy, but I…" she trailed off. Sucking in a breath, she turned her gaze to Anna. Her hold on her knees tightened, and Anna couldn't tear her eyes from Elsa's. "I realised that I… really want to go with someone… someone else."

Oh. Fuck.

"Y-yeah?" Anna managed to sputter. She wanted to run, but she managed to force herself to stay still.

"Yeah. And… I think I made a mistake." Her head nodded toward a cup on the previously-empty bedside table. "I thought maybe it would make me feel less upset about the whole situation, but instead now I just want to cry."

This was a tough situation. One of her hands drifted over and patted Elsa's forearm; it was about as neutral a location as she could manage. "Sorry. I really thought you two… w-well, it doesn't matter right now." It did, of course, but she couldn't explain without risking a time paradox.

"Oh, I like him more than I expected. I almost said yes, but then I thought- I… Tori, I just want to go with you. Can't I pick you up in my car, a-and we'll go to the dance together? No grody stuff, I p-promise!"

"Elsa…" Whatever she was going to say died on her lips at the look in Elsa's eyes. Vulnerable, weak. She couldn't do that to her, couldn't destroy what little hope and faith Elsa had. Not right now. And they still had Plan B. "Okay. As long as you swear to me-"

"Pinky swear." Elsa actually did hold up her pinky, and Anna snickered as she took it. But her mother remained serious all the while. "I know… know th-that you were pretty wigged about that. Because we're friends, and you already have a… w-well, anyway. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." Then she pushed Elsa a little more firmly against the bed. "Now, just relax here for a little while. I'm gonna get you some food to help soak up the drink."

"Will that work?" she asked, vaguely watching – barely helping – Anna take off her shoes and setting them on the floor.

"I've had practice," Anna muttered under her breath. Cleaning up after her again.

But the bitterness Anna had come to associate with cleaning up her mother's messes didn't come. Looking back at the bed, at the girl sitting forlorn atop the covers, she knew why; this Elsa wasn't her mother. Not yet. This Elsa was just a teenage girl who'd done the same thing countless girls before, and countless after, would do: drink at a party.

Leaving Elsa momentarily, she went out into the wild to forage for some food. Despite the lack of flavor, most of the crisps had vanished. There was some dip and crackers left, but Anna wasn't sure that she could trust it. Eventually she found another, unopened container in one of the coolers. It was a little damp from the ice, but the creamy goodness inside was untouched.

While scrounging around for another packet of crackers, she spied Kristoff standing off to one corner. Sighing, she knew she'd have to talk to him before the dance. But that could wait.

Upon returning to the room, the first thing Anna noticed was that Elsa hadn't moved at all. "I brought dip," she said. "There weren't many chips left but this'll soak it all up a little better."

Glumly, Elsa nodded. Her lips pursed into a point. She looked miserable – and Anna had a feeling that it wasn't the depressing effects of the alcohol. "Why do you hate drinking so much?" she asked, probably more as a distraction than anything else. "I never met anyone who hasn't tried it."

Anna lifted her shoulders, resuming her seat next to Elsa and opening the dip. "I have tried it," she admitted, passing her the container and moving on to the crackers. "And I don't hate it, exactly. More like I hate what it does to people. And I don't just mean like… getting wasted and then having a hangover the next day. I mean the… when you drink… or when someone you love drinks… and they don't ever seem to stop. And they just aren't the person you know because they're always the drunk version, and they can get mean sometimes."

Putting the dip on the bedside table, Elsa picked up a cracker and loaded it with a gratuitous amount of dip. "C'mon, I'd never be wack like that, though. It's just a drink here or there."

This time, Anna couldn't look at her, blinking rapidly. The words were out before she could stop them: "You can't promise that."

She was a little surprised to find a hand on her cheek, forcing her to look up. The cracker had been abandoned in the dip, and Elsa was looking at her with the fiercest eyes she'd ever seen.

"Then I pinky promise," she said. If Anna had been teary before, it was nothing compared to the effect that simple sentence had on her.

"Alright, alright. I believe you," she breathed, but more because she wasn't sure how else to handle this situation anymore. Elsa was looking at her with more love in her eyes than she ever remembered seeing from them in the future. Not that she never loved her; she knew her mother did, in ways that she could manage despite her depression and general dissatisfaction with her life.

But that future Elsa would never have leaned in to take her mouth gently the way this one was.

'Not again!' Anna thought furiously. But again, she had as much difficulty fighting off the advances of her amorous friend-who-would-eventually-birth-her as before. She did back up, but Elsa simply followed. Within moments, Anna found herself on her back, Elsa lying atop her.

She needed to stop, but the longer it went on, the more she found she didn't want to fight Elsa off. Some part of her understood that she needed to, that it was important, and that she knew nothing good could come of this if she let it continue. Furthermore, with or without their chromosomal connection, there was no way she could stay with Elsa knowing how she would turn out. That woman from the future was most definitely not her type.

But this one was. This Elsa was everything she went for in a woman; sensitive, thoughtful, sweet, and kind. Just impulsive enough to know how to have fun, but not some kind of reckless wild child who would hurt her, or get her hurt. And a knockout besides.

"I know," Elsa finally breathed when she broke the kiss, gazing down at Anna's stricken face. "I know what I said… a-and I won't. But… I can't lie to you, Tori. I can't lie to myself."

Anna wasn't thinking. Couldn't think, not when her mind was full of nothing but the kiss they had just shared. She knew her mistake when she leaned up, none-too-gently, to press their lips together again. Her hands came to wrap around Elsa's head, fisting in her hair and holding her close.

Okay, so perhaps this wasn't the sort of relationship she'd ever wanted with her mother, but… there was love. Real love. Anna didn't know how deep it ran through Elsa, but it was there for her. Elsa's lips were soft, and this time, she could appreciate how they felt, kneading into hers. The fact that her hands hadn't moved at all since the beginning, still resting on Anna's cheeks…

Punz wasn't nearly this tactile. Elsa made her feel so wanted. So needed.

But she didn't completely lose herself in the kiss, in the feeling of Elsa atop her, moving gently against her. There was a tiny voice at the back of her head that was asking one little question that she couldn't ignore much longer: What happens now?

"Tori," Elsa breathed briefly when their lips parted, before they moved to Anna's neck, nibbling gently at her skin. She was unpractised in many facets of relationships, but here she excelled. Anna had to close her eyes and suck in a breath, just to keep some of her wits about her.

"Elsa, I… I d-don't know…" What didn't she know? "I don't know if… if I can… do much more than… than this…" That was a much more moderate reaction compared to what she meant to say, but at least it was a toehold.

"We both feel it," she insisted, ghosting her lips over Anna's again. Her eyes were bright, and Anna couldn't maintain contact. "Don't we? And… I'm sorry about that girl, back in wherever, but… can you honestly tell me it's this good with her? This bodacious?"

"I haven't had the chance to f-find out," she replied with a shaky sigh. Maybe she could distract Elsa. "I, um… we were supposed to have our big night, but I ended up coming here instead. It… I was really looking forward to it, we've been kind of awkward potatoes until now."

"Potatoes?" she snickered, reaching up to brush Anna's hair from her forehead. It seemed she had backed off from kissing her again – for the time being, at least. "That way with words you have is pretty weird. But I dig it."

They just looked at each other for a moment. Both were trying to catch their breath; it wasn't the activities, nor any kind of exertion that caused it. When Anna could finally speak, it was to as a question. "Did you… mean it?" Her voice was soft. "What you said earlier?"

Elsa's head tilted, just a little. "What did I say earlier?"

"You-" Anna had to stop to swallow. This shouldn't have been this difficult! She'd already snogged her, and they had come pretty close to doing way more than that once before; asking a question, in comparison, should be a cakewalk! The problem was, she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. Wasn't sure if she could handle such raw truths from Elsa.

No. She had to know.

"When you… you said you wanted to go w-with… me. To the dance," she added, unnecessarily. Elsa's head jerked back a little, eyes widening a fraction.

"Of course!" she cried out, obviously not having the same issues as Anna. "I mean, what kind of a skank do you think I am? I don't kiss random people for no good reason, Tori. I, um… I kinda have to like them first, and… you're the first person I've liked this much. Don't you see that?"

Then she did it again, almost as if to prove it to both of them. Anna tried to summon up some of the disgust she knew she should be feeling, but it didn't seem to be in proper working order at that moment. Even trying to think about having come out of Elsa's vagina, something she thought for sure would kill the mood for her, just seemed to make her think about that part of her future mother's body in general… which she decided was only making things worse, so she gave up.

At least, she tried to give up. Elsa wasn't making it easy, what with the kissing and moaning and- was she grinding? Anna's hands left Elsa's hair, sliding down her sides to rest at her hips. It only encouraged more movement. The fervour with which Elsa claimed her mouth only seemed to grow, and Anna could only partially blame the alcohol.

Only partially, because here she was responding to that advance without having touched a drop.

"Have I told you," Elsa panted, breaking away for a moment to look Anna in the eyes, "just how hot you look in fishnets?"

"Huh? Really?!" Her mind blanked. Elsa was still staring at her, hair framing her face as she panted. It was blatantly obvious that she was as affected by their actions as Anna felt. Fingertips slid through her bangs, combing them gently. "Wait, whoa, be careful… this is getting close to… to a repeat of…"

"I'm just being honest." Elsa shrugged, though there was a dangerous glint in her dark eyes. "I'm jealous; on me, I'd just look like a cheap hooker. But you pull it off. 'Red hot' instead of 'red light'."

Elsa was moving closer again. The temporary distraction had seemingly worn off, and now she was gunning for the girl she had no idea was related to her. "Red light?"

"You know… like in 'Roxanne'."

"Oh- yeah. Community. Alternate timelines and shit."

"Uhhh, sure, whatever that means." Once again Elsa pulled that odd little expression – the one of amused confusion. And then it had vanished because she leaned down once more to fuse their lips together. She broke away for a second to murmur, "Definitely red hot," before returning.

Anna didn't have the will to stop her. It was becoming all to easy to forget that this was her future mother, lying atop her – grinding into her. It was too easy to forget, to pretend that she was just another girl who was sweet and warm and wanted her.

It was an odd feeling, this one of desire and need, that Anna didn't know how to deal with. So she didn't; she just kissed Elsa back with equal passion, needy hips rolling against hers. Putting the worries out of her mind for a moment. She was grateful for her denim jacket and skirt, because they hid the worst of her arousal; protected her from it.

Elsa let out a moan, right into Anna's mouth that sent sparks shooting through her. She didn't know if she was happy or not when Elsa's mouth moved, sliding down her throat. Her hips never stopped moving; in fact, they seemed to speed up.

"Elsa…?"

"Nng… Tori…"

It was blatantly obvious what has happening. Anna had heard that same noise only the night prior, though then they'd had some distance to distract them. Some mild formality of teacher-and-student that didn't exist here. Some part of Anna wanted to draw it out, but it was quickly snuffed out by her more logical side. She shouldn't want to draw it out – she should be able to stop it completely! But it was becoming more and more difficult to remind herself of who this Elsa would become, and rather just think of who she still was.

And at the moment, that was a horny teenager riding her to oblivion in the spare room of a house party. She could sense when Elsa was getting close; it was in the way she panted against Anna's neck, hands scrambling for purchase before their lips realigned. Elsa moaned as their tongues slid together, hands gripping so tight she could almost make Anna bleed.

And then her mother came, tipping over the edge of rationality and into her mind-numbing finish.

Her body shuddered for a long while afterward as they lay there. It was Elsa who had broken the kiss moments afterward, pressing her head into Anna's shoulder for some kind of stability, some kind of support. Her breath was hot and damp in the small space, and Anna could feel her eyelids fluttering, gently scratching at her skin.

Poor Anna could only lie there beneath Elsa, staring up at the ceiling. There was only one thought going through her head: this should not have happened. But then, that same thought had been spiralling since the beginning of the week. Since she'd stupidly interfered with her parents' first meeting.

This really was some fucked up karma.

Elsa squirmed atop her, shifting her body so she was no longer lying completely over Anna; instead, she sat up. Anna could still do little but look at her, eyes wide. Elsa was so beautifully trashed, hair frazzled, complexion a dappled red. Now, her eyes weren't nearly so dark as they stared down at Anna.

Already, the guilt was setting in. Elsa looked like she wanted to run, but was too afraid to move. The space between them was a rubber band, stretched and ready to snap. There was no heat left; only blinding shame.

Space. She needed space, now.

Sitting up, she couldn't voice the gratefulness she felt when Elsa slid back, off her and onto the bed. Anna felt like she had to say something, but wasn't sure what she could say. She couldn't even determine what Elsa was thinking; there was nothing but stony silence and averted gazes. When they did speak, it was Elsa who gave the first choking cough..

"I'm… I'm s-sorry," she said, voice low. "Wasn't… wasn't thinking."

Anna doubted that. She most certainly was thinking – just not from her head. "It's okay," she said. It sounded hollow, even to her own ears. "You're pretty wasted. I know… look, I really don't hold it against you, I… I couldn't. It's okay. But maybe we should, um, should go and rejoin the party. Everyone's probably wondering where the host is."

Elsa seemed unsure, but she also seemed to realise that distance was something Anna needed. So, climbing from the bed, she nodded. "Yeah… probably."

Though Anna wanted to apologise, what could she say? She really didn't think this was a smart plan. And she wanted to kiss Elsa again just to show her that everything was fine, and that she didn't hate her, or think she was a bad person for being a little buzzed and letting her emotions run away with her. Maybe that was a bad idea, but she had to do something.

"I'm really looking forward to the dance, though," she wound up whispering as she stood next to her. They were about even in height now that Elsa was shoeless. "And… I won't pretend I could ever forget this moment. Just so you know."

Of course, she mostly meant it was traumatising and she'd spend years in therapy to figure out how she could ever have let this get so far. But luckily, Elsa took her words at face value. Her smile was soft, and she leaned forward to give Anna a little peck on her cheek.

"Me, too. It's gonna be rad to the max."

As they left, Anna added, "And you keep saying I look hot, but you look even better; that minidress is killer."

"Killer?" Elsa mused with a little chuckle, barely glancing down at her purple outfit. The one that showed evidence of arousal standing at firm attention on her breasts – though thank heavens, it showed nothing else. This time, Anna couldn't help staring for a half-second before she tore her eyes away. "Hmm… I like the sound of that. It's 'killer'." Then she reached down to take up Anna's hand. "Ready when you are."

Anna was more than ready. But as they exited the room and made the way down the hallway, she wondered whether Elsa really was prepared. The closer they got to the living areas, the more tense she seemed to be. She walked slower than usual, and her hand tightened around Anna's.

The moment they moved into the light, Elsa dropped it. She covered the movement quite well, heading towards where Ariel was standing. The redhead was watching Jazz and Al hit it off, and Elsa made a show of gushing about it as soon as she arrived. Anna had been expecting it, and while she knew it shouldn't, it still hurt a little; the fact that Elsa didn't feel comfortable enough to keep holding her hand. But that was how it had to be – for both their sakes.

Shaking away the lingering disappointment, she glanced around. Kristoff was standing where he had been the first time she had come out of the room. He looked like he was still holding the same cup, and if Anna had to guess, he probably had the same drink. She sighed to herself before making her way over to him.

"Hey, man," she said. "What's up?"

He didn't say anything for a moment. The first indication he gave that he was going to speak was simply a nod in Elsa's direction.

"So… I guess the rumours are true?"

Anna froze. Her heart stuttered along for a moment before it too seemed to still in her chest. "Wh-hah, what do you mean?"

He looked away, then pointed to the corner of his lip. A quick look at Elsa confirmed Anna's fear: she was wearing lipstick. A light red shade that was obvious even through the dimmed lights of the house.

A light red shade that was, obviously, evident on Anna's own face. And probably not just her lips, either…

She rubbed at her neck, and the spot Elsa had pressed her face into and kissed within an inch of its life. She had to be careful. The panic rising in her, threatening to send her running for the bathroom, would only get Kristoff to abandon all efforts to get Elsa to date him. There had to be something she could say that would undo the damage done by something as innocuous as beauty products.

"Y-yeah," she laughed. It sounded forced, but at least she got her throat to cooperate. "Apparently, she was a little tipsy, and VERY friendly. But um, I don't think the rumours are something you should worry about."

His nod didn't seem to convey that he agreed with her. "Mmm. I mean, maybe not, but she was definitely a lot closer to you than I've ever seen her with any of the guys at school. But I mean… I am a little surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Anna." His cheeks pinkened a little. "If I wasn't so wrapped up with her, I'd think you had a crush on me."

"WHAT?!" That came out a lot harsher than she meant, so she cleared her throat. "I mean, um… how did you get there from… from anywhere?!"

"Spending all this time trying to help me? Cleaning up my act, trying to make me a winner instead of a wimp? It's like… you really care about me. I've never felt that from any girl before. Elsa, a little, but that's it."

This was too far. Anna needed a breather, and she needed it right away. "As a friend," she managed to tell him firmly as she backed away toward the kitchen, and the door that would lead to the garage. "Just a friend! Okay? But y-yeah, I'm in your corner, compadre."

Only once she was away from the party did she hear how stupid that sounded. Compadre? More like just 'padre'. Somehow, she had managed to walk into 1985 and charm not one, but both of her parents into thinking she was their ideal mate. At least with Kristoff it seemed to be purely because Elsa was unavailable and no other woman caught his eye; at least his future wife remained his first choice…

But what about Elsa? Her needs were much stronger, focused on her future daughter and no one else. Flattered and strangely intrigued as Anna was by the prospect, she had to refocus on the task at hand: getting them to hook up so she could safely return to her own time period and take twelve showers.

To Be Continued…

#Fractal The Future #fruipit #forkanna writes #elsanna fanfiction #Back to the Future #jess the writer #elsanna

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babylon-bitch · 8 years ago

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Just Friends ~ I'm Cool As Fuck (part 40)

A/N this chapter barely has anything to do with 5sos lmao. Just a heads up for the next chapter, it will be confusing but hopefully not too confusing, I’m warning you now.

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: language and the tiniest piece of smut

***

I’ve been really busy these part few weeks, with saying goodbyes, moving, setting things up, buying new stuff for my flat, basically just moving. It’s been pretty stressful but at the same time really fun. So far I’ve loved every minute of this all, I’m a pretty independent person when it comes to family, especially since my brothers moved out, usually staying in my room and keeping myself to myself, so to live by myself has been really nice.

I’ve pretty much set everything up, I just need some bits and bobs. I took everything I need with me in my suitcase, the rest I had my parents send out to me. The flat came fully furnished, of course I got a few pieces of furniture myself, but I mainly just needed home stuff.

If you couldn’t tell, I got the flat and I’m very happy about it. My brothers and Evie came over to help me buy and set up the few stuff I got. I’m telling you now, IKEA instructions are useless. We all sat on the floor trying to figure out what goes where. Evie ended up just laying on the sofa, we all joined her shortly. After a couple of hours, we worked out how it works and moved everything to where I wanted it. I couldn’t be anymore happier with it, I love it.

One thing I dearly miss from home is my studio, I don’t have anything with me right now, nor anywhere to put everything if I had at least some instruments. It’s annoying because I’ve had loads of lyrics pop up in my head, but haven’t been able to put them into anything. I’ve only just written them down, it kinda makes me sad. Music has always been my escape from everything, so to not have anything is really quite hard. I just end up listening to music if everything gets a bit too much.

I haven’t needed to run away from anything, only when I got here becuase I missed Luke and the guys. I’ve been really happy with my life recently, although being away from the people I love, I’m a lot happier than I thought I’d be. I thought it would take me weeks, possibly months to get over it all, but no, I’m excited for this new chapter in my life. I may not have my soulmates with me but they are living happily in their lives.

We have talked quite a bit, no where near as much as we used to but it’s more than I expected.

I’m really happy with my life right now, of course I want my friends and boyfriend by my side but as opposed to not having them by my side all the time, I’m coping really well.

Right now I’m just talking to Luke, via text.

Luke: you make me really happy, also horny but that’s not the point.

Me: are you trying to say something?

Luke: maybe

Me: did you come off stage with an boner again?

Luke: yes. I can’t help it! The song reminded me of you and then my thoughts procrastinated into other things.

Me: oh poor sexually frustrated Luke

Luke: this isn’t funny, Harper! I’m sitting in Michael’s dressing room with a huge erection, I need help

Me: why can’t you do it yourself? and why are you in his dressing room?

Luke: because you’re my girlfriend. It would feel weird if I looked up stuff. We all went in here, it will look suspicious if I went to my own dressing room.

Me: maybe I don’t wanna help you out

Luke: you better get ready for the long ass night you’re in for when I get home

Me: ooooooh, getting dominant here are we?

Luke: Harper, please do something :(

Me: give me a minute

Luke: fuck

I laugh at my phone before going into my lone bedroom. Changing into my most sexy jet black underwear and then going to my wardrobe to grab Luke’s flannel, knowing he will recognise it. I stole this from him before he left, I needed a few items of his that reminds me of him. I took a few of his shirts and a couple of flannels. To make up for it, I slipped a load of notes in his luggage, just things that will make his day a little, for example have a great day or love you to the moon and back. Just to name a few.

Slipping on the flannel and then kneeling infront of my mirror, like the pose Halsey does in Hold Me Down but just still. Taking a few pictures, before I put my clothes back on and send them to Luke.

Luke: oh, baby girl

Me: don’t leak anything because you aren’t exactly tecsavy.

Luke: that’s really not something I’m thinking about right how.

Me: just go do your business then come back to me

Throwing my phone onto my bed and then making my way into the shared kitchen.

“Oh hello.” I smile as I notice someone is in here.

“Hey, you are?” The girl with blue streaks in her hair asks.

“I’m Harper, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” I inform her.

“Oh, right. I’m Tori by the way. I’m number 39.” She grins.

“I’m number 37, the one with the squeaky door.” I chuckle.

“That’s you?” She laughs. “Are you here for university or just live here?”

“I’m here for university. How long have you been here?” I ask.

“A couple of years. I’m in my final year of uni. I love drawing, painting, graffiti, anything art related really. What are you studying?” She questions.

“That’s really cool. I’m studying philosophy.” I answer.

“Where do come from, you’ve got a slight accent.” She notices.

“Oh, I come from England, but live in Australia.” I explain.

“Right. I lived in Germany for a year when I was 18.” Tori says.

“I went there with my best friend at Christmas time once. It was really pretty.” I say.

“Is your best friend here or in Australia?” She asks.

“He is on tour right now, with my other friends.” I explain.

“Tour?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Yeah, he is in a band, 5 Seconds Of Summer, ever heard of them?”

“I think I’ve heard of them but never listened to them.” She shrugs.

“Their pretty cool, anyway I came in here to make some lunch.” I chuckle and take my stuff out of the fridge.

“There’s actually a party going on at one of the boy’s flats, down by the university. Would you wanna join me?” She offers.

“It’s not really my thing.” I sheepishly say.

“It would be great to meet everyone.” She reasons.

“Sure, what the hell, this isn’t high school anymore.” I shrug.

“Damn right. So it starts at like 9, but we’ll probably go around half nine.” She explains.

“Please don’t let me get shitfaced, last time I did, I ended up getting a tattoo of my boyfriend’s name.” I beg and show her Luke’s name.

“Isnt he the one in the band, that’s also your best friend?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“He is my best friend as well as my boyfriend. We grew up together, our parents are friends.” I tell her.

“Oh, right.” She nods. “I’ll leave you to make your lunch, I’ll come knock on your door when we should start getting ready.” She smiles.

“Okay, thanks for the invite, I’ll see you later.” I wave.

She walks out the kitchen and I smile to myself, before putting my pasta on to boil.

I lean against the counter top and begin to type in the group chat. “Holy shit!” I yell slightly as a cat comes slyly walks in.

“ROGER!” Someone calls.

I hold my phone to my chest, as I wait for them to come. I miss my cat Bess, so to satisfy my cat cravings, I sit cross legged on the tiled floor. The cat comes right up to me and rubs itself against me.

“Awe, who do you belong to?” I ask.

I thought we weren’t allowed to have pets in this place.

“ROGER?” The same voice calls, this time a lot closer. “Oh, there you are, I can’t lose you in the first week of having you.” A girl with red dyed hair walks in.

“Um, a couple of questions,” I start off, “firstly, cute cat, secondly cool hair, thirdly I thought we weren’t allowed animals in this building.”

“Thank you,” she smiles. “She’s a shared cat between everyone in this hall.”

“She?” I question.

“Her name is Roger, yeah. I mean, how many people name their cat Roger, let alone their female cat.” She explains.

“Right,” I nod my head. “How long have you guys had uhm, Roger?” I ask.

“Two years. She is very friendly, as you can see. Everyone loves her. She’s kinda part of the whole community. If you didn’t guess already, the landlord is a bit quirky. Each floor has one, most of them are abandoned/rescued or the one noone wanted, so he decided to give them each a home. Here we are a few years later. Everyone has their turn of taking care of him/her, I just started taking care of him and I have him till the end of the month.” She explains. “Oh and she can be out in the halls, but needs to be supervised. She is allowed in other people’s rooms, but in my room when he needs feeding and stuff.”

“That’s really cool. Which floor has the youngest?” I question.

“Apparently the top floor, the one above us, got a new one last month. He is still a kitten.” She says. “I’m Izzy by the way.”

“Harper.” I shake her hand.

“You’re the person that just moved in right?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m surprised I haven’t really met anyone yet, I just met Tori.” I tell her.

“She’s really nice, total babe.” She laughs. “I’m gay by the way.”

“My friend from back home is gay too, unfortunately she’s take, so I can’t play matchmaker.” I sigh.

“If they break up hit me up,” she jokes and I laugh.

“Will do.”

“Thanks.” She winks. “So, are you going to the party tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m going with Tori.” I smile. “Are you going?”

“Of course. I’d never miss an oppertunity to regret my decisions.” She exclaims.

“You should come with us.” I offer.

“Really?” She asks.

“Unless you’ve got other plans…” I trail off.

“No,” she shakes her head, “well, guess I’ll see guys later.” She smiles and begins to walk off.

“Cat, Izzy.” I remind her with a sigh.

“Fuck.”

***

It’s nearly time to go, I’m just finishing off my make up. I’ve dressed in a tight fitting black dress, with some ankle boots. I haven’t dressed up like this in ages, it’s actually really nice, I mean, I wouldn’t want to dress like this everyday but I feel very confident in myself.

“I’m a YouTuber, my friend Erika and I run it.” I explain.

“Really? How have I been so isolated about all this? How long have you been doing it?” Tori asks.

“3 or 4 years, I think.” I answer as I lean forward into the mirror to do my mascara.

“What are you guys called?” Izzy questions.

“Just Erika and Harper.” I shrug and put on some red lipstick.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you guys have 1 million subscribers?” Tori exclaims.

“Yeah,” I sheepishly say, “well 1 and three quarters.”

I run my hand through my loosely curled hair. I should really get my hair cut again, it’s really quite long, just under my boob.

“Nearly 2 million.” Tori breathes.

“Nearly,”

Standing up and smoothing out my dress, before going to get my phone, for the vital picture before going out.

We’ve gotten to know each other quite well over these past few hours. Izzy is a real free spirit, kinda hippy but not, she’s also really out there fashion wise. Tonight she is wearing a denim flared jump suit, which have tiny hand sewn flowers on it, with some see through heels. It looks pretty cool actually and really suits her. I’ve only spent a few hours with her, yet she is so different to everyone I’ve ever met. She’s kinda like Pheobe from Friends.

Tori is cool too. She’s very different from Izzy but they get along really well. They’ve been friends, but never really gotten to know each other. Tori is your basic white girl, but not the annoying kind; you know the ones I’m talking about? She’s really funny and is fun, she’s the kinda person that’ll call you up, and ask you to go for some ice cream or something.

In the short time I’ve known them, I already love them to pieces. I feel as if they are gonna be some good friends for the next few years and a lot of memories are gonna be made.

“Yes! Work it! Get that picture! Just like that! Yes! Get it! Oooo! Work it! Girl!” Tori says as I take the pictures, causing us all to laugh.

“I’m gonna post this to my account, so a lot of people will see this. Is that okay with you guys?” I ask for consent.

“It’s fine with me.” Izzy shrugs.

“Yeah, same.” Tori nods.

I post them on all my social media platforms with the caption: What should our squad be called?

In the span of five minutes, my phone blows up with notifacations.

Dicks and Chicks

Michael: you’re replacing us already?

Erika: dude, we were supposed to be together forever!

Ashton: who is the girl on the right?

Calum: you all look hot to be fucking honest

Luke: dude! That’s my girlfriend.

Calum: I’m so scared

Me: jeez, calm down guys! I knew you all loved me. You hardly expect me to just be left alone for three years…

Maddie: no on likes you Harper.

Me: shut the fuck up, Maddie. I have more friends than you.

Luke: where are you going anyway?

Me: we’re going to a party

Luke: nooooo, I’m not there to protect you :(

Me: I’ll be fine. Oh and Ashton, that’s Izzy, she’s gay

Maddie: oooooo, that’s my territory

Erika: ahem

Maddie: soz babe :/

Luke: be careful out there, remember that you have a boyfriend

Me: how could I forget Calum?

Calum: 😏😏

Luke: fuck you

Me: no, Calum does that

Calum: damn right

Michael: trouble in paradise…

Ashton: leave my boyfriend alone, Harper. Cashton 4 lyfe

Me: maybe I should replace you guys.

Laughing at my phone and then stuffing it in my bra. “Whats so funny?” Izzy questions.

“Um, my friends back home. We have a group chat and we are just messing around.” I answer. “Pre drinks?” I offer.

“Party time!” Tori cheers.

“God, yes.” Izzy sighs and we make our way to the kitchen.

Tori grabs three shot glasses, whilst Izzy mix up a drink, and I just sit on the counter top, calling up an Uber.

“To a great night!” We all say in unison, bringing up our glances and then downing them, cringing at the sour taste.

“Holy shit.” We all mutter.

“Pretty sure this just pure vodka, Izzy.” I claim. “Kinda nice,” I shrug as the taste lingers in my mouth.

We do another round and eat some stodgy food, before getting into our Uber.

***

We’ve been at the party for around an hour now. I’m really enjoying it so far, I’m just pressed against a walls, observing everybody. Some people are absoloutly smashed, a few people are off their face on drugs, and a lot of people are just chilling out in their own little groups of friends. Tori and Izzy have left me to go pee and get a new drink.

I’m okay on my own though, just sipping on my bottle of beer. I’m a little tipsy, I’m no where near drunk and I don’t plan on being either.

“Hi, I’m Blake.” Someone introduces themselves and he leans on the wall with his shoulder.

I look to my left and see a boy with blonde hair, in a quiff and outstanding bright blue eyes.

When I first came in, Tori and Izzy warned me about this whole group of people, especially Blake.

“I’m Harper,” I nod.

“So you’re famous?” He blurts out.

“Um, no.” I say and take a sip of my drink.

“Then why did someone come up for a picture with you half an hour ago?” He questions.

“Because I’m cool as fuck, why wouldn’t you want a picture with me?” I state.

“Is that so?” He asks and I nod. “So this isn’t you with Luke Hemmings?” He questions and pulls out his phone with a picture of Luke and I. We’re just on Michael’s sofa, laughing together.

“Nope.” I tell him and take a swig of my drink.

“You wouldn’t happen to be… dating him would you?” He questions with a smirk. “No.” I shake my head.

“So this isn’t you here, here, oh and here?” He asks and pulls up a photo of Luke and I holding hands, then me and him looking at each other with loving eyes, the last one is of Luke and I making out on the night of my birthday.

“What do you even want?” I question.

“I’m not quite sure yet, but you seem interesting.” He muses and rests an arm on my shoulder.

“You know, I’m not an object. I may not confess on who I’m dating, but I do have a boyfriend. So if you could get your fuck boy-ness away from me, that’d be great.” I tell him.

“And this is what I like about you.” He claims.

“You don’t know me.” I laugh.

“But I’d like to, firstly you seem pretty cool, I’ve been observing you this whole time you’ve been here, same as you have, secondly you’re really hot.” He explains.

“Am I supposed to fall in love with you, because under all this fuck boy you’ve got a heart of gold, and nobody really sees who you really are?” I questions with a grimace.

“If you want.” He shrugs.

“You’re really annoying. This type of stuff happens in America, not England- wait, no, this stuff happens in movies.” I whine.

“You’ve got a bit of Aussie in you, I hear.” He says.

“I grew up in Aus, then moved over here when I was seven, moved back when I was thirteen, spent the rest of my teen years there, this is the first time I’ve lived here for a while.” I explain with a bored expression.

“Can we take a picture together?” He asks.

“Why?” I question.

“Because you’re cool as fuck.” He quotes.

“Don’t use my words against me.” I laugh. “Fine, we’ll take one picture, because I’m cool as fuck.”

“Wasn’t that hard was it?” He mutters and takes his phone out of his pocket,

He holds his phone in front of us and we both smile into the camera.

“Luke is gonna be mad, when he finds this.” I mutter with a chuckle.

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call-me-rei · 8 years ago

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Chapter 6

“The last time that I had these thoughts I just kept going on about it.”

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“Hey.” I shut my locker and jumped with a start. I looked to where the open door had been to see Vic leaning against the locker next to mine.

“Uh, hey?” I said carefully.

“My house. After school. Three-thirty.” Without another word or giving me a chance to respond he left. I looked around the hall but no one had been paying attention to our little interaction. I tugged on my hair a screeched through clenched teeth.

“You okay there, Kell?” I sighed and turned around. Lynn was approaching me with Jenna and Savannah next to her.

“Just great,” I said sarcastically. Lynn picked up on my mood in an instant.

“What’s up, princess? Did Prince Charming make life confusing again? Could you not fit your foot in the slipper?”

“What?”

She shook her head. “Forget it. What’s wrong?”

“Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you.”

“So she was right?” Jenna laughed at Savannah’s comment. I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she’d guessed that Lynn was right. Unfortunately, you can’t hide things from girls.

“C’mon Kells, what did Vic do this time?” Jenna asked. I sighed and motioned for them to follow me. It was lunch time, and I was just putting my books away when Vic approached me, for whatever reason. I didn’t have any classes with him today so maybe that was why we came up to me, but why did he invite me over?

“Hello, Earth to Kellin. You in there, bud?” I blinked a couple times and noticed Savannah’s fingers in front of my face. I hadn’t realized that I walked into the lunch line, or that the girls had been trying to get my attention.

“Sorry,” I said. The four of us went to our usual table and sat down. Tyler, Trent, Ashley, and Tori were already there.

“Hello beautiful people,” Trent greeted us. The girls brushed it off while I sat there a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t that Trent made me uncomfortable; it was just that his comments caught me off guard. I hadn’t come out to anyone yet but I sure as hell knew who I was attracted to. Trent was certainly a cute guy, not really my type but he was attractive.

“How have you guys’ day been?” I asked to regain composure.

“Had a test in physics. So much more math than I was expecting,” Tori explained. Savannah patted her head.

“It’s okay,” she said, “you’ll get ‘em next time.”

“I never said I failed,” Tori shot back defensively. Savannah laughed.

“Anyway, Kellin was just about to tell us about what just happened with him and Vic in the hall.”

I shot Lynn a look and shook my head. It seemed like all I ever did was talk about Vic, not that any of them minded. I had to remember that I hung out with a bunch of girls and homosexual guys who loved to gossip about the school’s badass. Every little bit of information I gave them was cherished.

“I think I’m gonna pass on spreading rumors today. Maybe next time.” I didn’t say another word and ate my lunch instead. Jenna and Trent looked disappointed but I saw Lynn give them a look to drop it. Instead we proceeded to talking about how our weekend had been, aside from the group hangout on Saturday.

“What about you, Kell? How’s your day been?”

I mulled over Ashley’s question. In all actuality my day had been pretty boring; it was Monday after all. I went to class, went to more classes, then lunch. The most exciting part of the day was when Vic came up to me, although I guess that couldn’t count as exciting. Interesting to say the least, but not exciting.

“Kellin?” I blinked. I hadn’t noticed that Ashley was trying to get my attention.

“Oh, sorry. Um, my day was good. Ready to get it over with,” I responded quickly.

“I hear that,” Tyler said. “Actually, I’m ready to get this week over with.”

“It’s literally Monday,” Savannah pointed out.

“And?” She shook her head with a smile as she got up to throw away her trash.

“I’ll see you guys in a bit. I need to go be one with nature.”

“Is that her way of saying she needs to use the bathroom?” I asked. The girls laughed since they were the ones in earshot.

“No silly,” Tori answered, “she’s literally gonna go be with nature.” That confused me more.

Tori and Lynn explained that Savannah was a self-proclaimed hippie who loved spending all her free time around animals and the outdoors. Since she was trapped within the walls of the high school though, she found time and ways to get outside and be one with the trees or something like that.

Sav was back in ten minutes and then we were all off to class.

“So, are you gonna tell us what he did or no?” Sav asked as we neared the classroom.

“What who did?”

“Don’t play dumb, Quinn.” I rolled my eyes.

“No, I’m not.”

“But why not?”

“Because,” I said sternly. I let the conversation drop there as I walked ahead of her and Lynn into the classroom.

I slowly realized that I was becoming the center of attention in my little friend group, but for the wrong reasons. They seemed to only want to hang out with me to get dirt on Vic. I wanted friends but I didn’t want to be used for entertainment. That was what my friendship with these people was turning out to be.

“Kell?” I looked up from my notebook to see Lynn standing over me. “Sorry about Sav; she can get a little pushy.”

I nodded. I had noticed.

“It’s alright,” I said although it was a lie. We didn’t need to get into an argument right before class.

“No, it’s not and I’ll tell her. It’s just that we’re all used to it since we’ve known each other for years. I’ll tell her to back off with you until you get more comfortable with her.”

I wanted to tell her not to do that, but the simple fact that she was defending me took all the doubt about my friendship with her from my mind. Yes, Savannah was pushy, but Lynn was friends with her. Good-natured Lynn Gunn, who after my first day of class was my automatic friend, who thought of herself as my best friend, was friends with her and so many other great people. Maybe I was overreacting in the moment.

“Thanks Gunn, you’re good people.”

“Oh, I’m not,” she said, “but I can fake it can’t I?” She finished her sentence with a wink before taking her seat next to me. I couldn’t help but smile.

Savannah joined us and soon class started. Of course it dragged on but things were chill between the three of us. Once the hour was up the three of us walked out of school together.

“You don’t have anything to do tonight, do you?” Lynn asked me. I shook my head.

“Not that I know of.” Mom was going to be working but she told be she’d me off by ten since she wasn’t planning on taking on an extra shift. Rick would be home by dinner but things were kind of weird between us since the weekend. At least they were on my end. He didn’t actually seem to notice.

“Cool, let’s go to the mall. Have you been?”

“To a mall? Yeah, I think so.”

“Hey, I don’t appreciate being out-sassed,” Savannah said in a playful hurt tone.

“Sorry princess,” I apologized. She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Okay, but we should totally go!” Sav said excitedly. “The mall’s huge and there’s this fountain and pond with the cutest turtles and ducks that you can play with and there are some fish and-”

“Calm down, girly,” Lynn interrupted. She turned to me. “As you can see, the mall has a lot of fun things. So what do you say, you wanna hang?”

Before I could open my mouth to respond I felt an arm sling around my shoulders and the body heat of another person against me.

“Sorry ladies, but little Kellin here isn’t going to be going anywhere. We have other plans.”

The girls’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they looked between me and the guy whose arm was around me.

“Don’t fucking stare,” he said forcefully, “get gone!” Without a single word Lynn and Savannah went off into the parking lot. I stared in shock at the spot they were once in before turning to the person next to me.

“Who are you?”

I had never seen this person before in my life. Actually, that was a lie. I had seen him once, with Tony. He was sitting with him at the pizza parlor that night when Tony tried to talk me into accepting Vic. This person was tall with tattoos covering his arms, like Tony. He was thin like Tony too, but had stronger features. While Tony had a baby face, this person looked like he could kill you with a single stare.

“Now, now Kellin, that’s no way to talk to me,” he said. I gulped inwardly as he stared me down. “C’mon buddy, let’s go for a ride.”

With a tighter grip on my shoulder he led me to the parking lot. I had no idea where we were going. Was he kidnapping me? No, right? He wouldn’t do that. No one who goes to the same school as you would kidnap you, right? I didn’t know what to think.

“Which car is yours?” he asked. Without thinking I pointed down the row of cars that were still parked to my blue sedan. “Cool,” he said. He took his arm away from me and walked to my car. I stood there confused.

“Um, what’s happening?” I asked when I was finally able to form words.

“Just unlock the car.” I hesitated but did it when I saw the stern look he was giving me. I knew it was a dumb idea but it was better than getting beaten to a pulp.

The stranger, who still hadn’t told me his name, got in the passenger’s side and shut the door while I stood there wondering what the hell had just happened. Some guy I’d never been formally introduced to just got in my car without my consent. I could get him arrested for this, right? I was contemplating this as the familiar sound of my horn rang out. I sighed and rolled my eyes before making my way to my car.

“Glad you could join me,” he said when I sat in my seat and shut the door.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

He chuckled. “I guess I should explain that, huh?” I didn’t answer. “Okay, okay. The name’s Mike. Mike Fuentes. Also known as MikeyWhiskeyHands or Vic’s little brother, whichever you prefer.”

I looked at him questionably. MikeyWhiskeyHands? Vic’s brother? That still didn’t explain why he was in my car.

“You gonna say something?” he asked. I pursed my lips, thinking of a response that wouldn’t be too out of line. This guy was related to Vic so rubbing him the wrong way would be bad news for me.

“I know that look,” Mike said. “I’m nothing like Vic, let me clear that up now. Yes my brother is a jerk sometimes but he’s a good kid. No I don’t use fear tactics like he does. No I’m not gonna beat you up. Yes you’re perfectly safe with me, and yes, I’d like for us to be friends after this.”

“After what?” I asked.

“See, my brother likes to act on impulse a lot. He doesn’t think things out until after the thing happens. So when he asked you to come over today he forgot to give you an address or directions, basically any useful information. That’s why I’m here. I was kinda voluntold to accompany you to our home. Plus he kinda left without me so I wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. Can you believe that? He texted me twenty minutes before class ended to tell me to find you and bring you home. What a jerk.”

I sat there and tried to take in whatever it was that he had just said. He had a chill vibe but boy he could talk once you got him started.

“Anyway,” he said when he noticed that I wasn’t going to respond, “I think we should get going. I need to get home anyway and do chores and you and Vic have something to do. I don’t know, he doesn’t tell me anything. Or maybe he did and I wasn’t paying attention. That’s probably it.”

“So he didn’t tell you why he invited me?” That was something that still hadn’t been cleared since Mike introduced himself to me.

“Nope. Again, he doesn’t tell me shit sometimes. You’d think we’d be closer than that but no, he likes his secrets.”

“Right, so where?” I asked as I turned the key in the ignition and started the car.

It was a ten minute drive to Mike’s house. He would interrupt his direction-giving with random spurts of whatever thought popped in his head. It wasn’t frequent but I could tell that there was a lot going on up there. Soon I was parking the car on the curb in front of his house.

“Hey,” he said as we walked up to the house, “I’ve gotta let you in on something.”

“What’s up?”

“Well, before you go up there, I think you should know that Vic’s very-”

“Vic’s very what?” I looked at the now open door to see Vic standing there with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Pushy,” Mike said while still looking at me. “Vic’s very pushy.”

“Whatever,” Vic said. Mike shrugged at me, sort of an ‘I told you so’ shrug, before going inside.

“Alright,” Vic said. I looked in his direction as he walked back into the house. I stayed in my place on the porch, not knowing if I should follow him. “Well?” he asked when he turned around and saw me standing there. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and followed him inside.

“Let’s get this over with.”

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March To Leave heads to Westminster as Met deny water cannon claims

Brexit protestors have slammed the ‘Brexit Day betrayal’ by MPs, as Theresa May deal is voted down in for a third time by a majority of 58.

There were cheers from some factions in Parliament Square after the defeat was announced, but elsewhere the reaction was muted with many people expecting the vote to fail.

Thousands of pro-Brexit marchers have stopped the traffic around Parliament Square, chanting ‘we shall not be moved’ as well as ‘Brexit now’ and ‘Bye bye EU’.

Pro-leave protestors banging drums on a float with a ‘liberty bell’ did a lap of Parliament Square following the vote result.

The March to Leave procession set off earlier than expected today, with hundreds of demonstrators walking from Fulham to Parliament Square.

Brexit Party leader Nigel Farage joined the route near the Tate Britain, less than a mile from Parliament Square. Asked about when he wanted Brexit he said: ‘Tonight at 11 o’clock.’

‘Believe in Britain’: Brexiteers make their voice heard as they arrive in Parliament Square, with banners including a Harry and Meghan wedding poster, Union flags, and a ‘Parliament versus the people’ banner

Pro-Brexit protestors take part in the March to Leave demonstration, as they walk along the River Thames with many holding ‘Believe in Britain’ banners

Brexit Party leader Nigel Farage MEP was spotted joining the march near the Tate Britain, about a mile from Westminster. Asked when he wanted to see Britain leave the EU he said: ‘At 11 O’Clock tonight’

Female protestors stand in front of a police officer by the gates to Westminster wearing capes of national flags. A sign behind the girls claims ‘a Brexit delayed is a Brexit betrayed’

A Brexiteer confronts a Remainer in front of Westminster. Met Police expect protests to last through the day, and have announced preparations for road blocks

Aerial shots show protestors begin to fill Parliament Square and block off traffic on the roads around Westminster. Brexiteers have been heard chanting ‘we shall not move’ and ‘Bye bye EU’

An aerial view of Parliament Square shows the numbers of protestors who flocked to central London to express their anger about the state of Theresa May’s Brexit plan

The European Commission released a statement following the result of the vote saying a no-deal on April 12 is now the ‘most likely scenario’.

The statement reads: ‘The Commission regrets the negative vote in the House of Commons today.

‘As per the European Council (Article 50) decision on 22 March, the period provided for in Article 50(3) is extended to 12 April.

‘It will be for the UK to indicate the way forward before that date, for consideration by the European Council.

‘A ‘no-deal’ scenario on 12 April is now a likely scenario. The EU has been preparing for this since December 2017 and is now fully prepared for a ‘no-deal’ scenario at midnight on 12 April. The EU will remain united.

‘The benefits of the Withdrawal Agreement, including a transition period, will in no circumstances be replicated in a ‘no-deal’ scenario. Sectoral mini-deals are not an option.’

Tommy Robinson addressed crowds outside Parliament to announce Mrs May’s defeat this afternoon

Brexiteer campaigners were spotted converging on the road in front of Parliament to stop a pro-Remain van with a display screen showing quotes from Nigel Farage, which had been circling Parliament square all morning.

The mob then pointed and shouted ‘shame on you’ at the van, which continued to display the quotes.

The Nigel Farage-backed group are on the final day of protest walk from Sunderland to Westminster, arriving in time for the UK’s original EU departure date.

Scotland Yard has had to dismiss claims from UKIP that a water cannon could be deployed at protests to ‘provoke Brexiteers’, while London Mayor Sadiq Khan has been seen on a controversial bus tour around the capital.

Police began ushering people to the pavement and created a blockade around the protestors to let taxis move through as the chaos continued.

Later this afternoon ‘Oh Tommy Robinson’ chants began ahead of his arrival at a rally.

The former BNP leader, whose real name is Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, addressed crowds outside Parliament to announce Mrs May’s defeat, saying: ‘So Theresa May has lost her vote. Many people will be asking what does that even mean.

‘It means we were betrayed. Today is supposed to be our Independence Day.’

The crowd were then shown a documentary made by Robinson on a 50-foot screen.

He said of his documentary: ‘Panodrama proves everything, every single one of you already know: propaganda, slander, collusion, demonisation against every single one of us.’

Former UKIP leader Nigel Farage MEP makes an appearance at the protest in front of Parliament surrounded by supporters holding Believe in Britain placards

The calls of protestors for both a no deal and a no Brexit are expected to continue right through the day as the Commons debates Theresa May’s Brexit deal

Protestors, one with a purple and yellow Ukip rosette, march through Whitehall holding a ‘Long Live The Queen’ Union Jack

One man in a Union flag shirt holds an American flag over his shoulder as the Brexiteer group march down towards the media area at College Green. Protestors had staked out their territory around the green from the early hours of today

Nigel Farage congratulated the pro-Brexit marchers who had walked the whole distance from Sunderland, saying ‘it’s a bloody long way’.

‘It’s a hell of an achievement and the symbolism couldn’t have been greater. I would’ve liked to have done more, I’ve just been too busy,’ he said.

Brexit Party MEP for Scotland David Coburn, formerly of Ukip, said of the march: ‘Excellent, isn’t it? It’s like Cromwell’s Army.’

Mr Coburn, wearing a kilt and wielding a Saltire flag, said: ‘It’s ridiculous, May has no intention of giving us Brexit. It’s now an argument between the establishment and the people.

‘The trick has been shown, people see they’re not going to get what they voted for. It’s unacceptable.’

Mr Coburn said he resigned from Ukip as it had been ‘infiltrated by the wrong sort of people’.

Protestors begin to arrive at Parliament Square after the 14-day trek from Sunderland comes to an end. One woman, wearing a Trump MAGA hat stretches out a sign reading ‘For Britain – For Brexit’

A statue of Winston Churchill (right) watches over the gathered crowd. Hundreds of British flags appear to outnumber the turnout of European flags this morning

Hundreds of Brexit supporters converge of Westminster as the latest day of protest gathers pace. Signs reading ‘No deal or no Tories’ and ‘Respect the referendum and do your duty can be seen’ waving through the crowds

Ukip protestors make their way towards Parliament holding Union Jacks, party flags and ‘Believe in Britain’ flyers

A massive Leave Means Leave banner is unfurled in front of Big Ben as one England supporter helps lead the march around Parliament Square

London’s Metropolitan Police are pulling in extra officers to deal with the 13 planned protests due to take place today as the UK was supposed to leave the European Union

The last stage of the March to Leave route took less than three hours to begin trailing into Parliament Square from Chiswick in west London. The route took in the banks of the River Thames, Fulham FC and Chelsea Harbour

Many on the march have been seen holding Union Jack flags, placards and banners, with several seen wearing hi-vis vests.

Conservative party member Colin Grostate, 67, said the vests were ‘a symbol from France’.

The former black cab driver said: ‘We support the populism. Germany, France, Spain, they’re all starting the same thing and now the British are too.

‘Yellow vests means you’re in distress; when your car breaks down you put it on.

‘Our politicians are not listening. Too many people are trying to stop what people voted for.’

Barry Lockey, from Sunderland, was on the March to Leave on its first rain-soaked day in the north east two weeks ago.

The 60-year-old lifeguard said of that first day: ‘It was horrible mate, and pensioners were on it so I take my hat off to them.

‘Down here in Parliament they’re in their bubble with their votes with little margins and this and that.

‘For me it’s democracy at stake here and that’s why I’ve come down, absolutely.’

Younger members of the march hold up banners with the slogan ‘Leave Means Leave’, a play on Theresa May’s slogan ‘Brexit means Brexit’ as Imperial Wharf at Chelsea Harbour

One marcher holds a sign aloft reading ‘Respect the vote’ as Union flag-wrapped Brexit supporters take part in the final leg of the March To Leave Rally on March 29

Marchers fill the street beside Imperial Wharf. The long walk from Chiswick to Westminster is the final stretch of their 14-day hike that started on a rainy day on the North Sea coast near Sunderland

A man who gave his name only as Miroslav said he left the former Yugoslavia for the UK in 1990, adding: ‘I’ve lived in a dictatorship before and I don’t want to live in a dictatorship again.’

The engineer, 55, was holding a large banner on the March to Leave procession with detailed caricatures of British politicians being controlled as puppets by senior EU figures.

Walking along the Thames opposite Battersea Park, he said: ‘It cost a lot, but democracy has no price.

‘I love Europe, but the EU have lied, they have ignored referendums, there’s no democracy there.’

He compared certain EU methods of choosing its top officials as ‘worthy of Hugo Chavez or Vladimir Putin’.

A Brexit supporter demonstrates outside the Houses of Parliament on a tense day of voting for the government, as Theresa May’s Brexit deal goes before the Commons for a third time

A large banner unfurls to read ‘Honour the vote’ – Protests are expected to block off the streets surrounding Westminster as dozens of Leave and Remain supporters have already arrived in Parliament Square to stake out their territory

The group has increased in size compared to the 80-strong crowd walking from Sunderland, police temporarily blocking off roads to allow them to pass through west London

The Metropolitan Police dismissed suggestions from Ukip leader Gerard Batten that water cannons could be deployed at today’s protests, saying reports it could use them were ‘baseless and false’.

Mr Batten is due to speak at a rally alongside ex-English Defence League chief Tommy Robinson against ‘Theresa May and her traitorous Tories’ on Whitehall on Friday afternoon.

Westminster Council said it is aware of up to 13 separate scheduled protests and the Metropolitan Police said ‘appropriate policing plans are in place’.

The procession, which left Sunderland two weeks ago, is due to arrive at Parliament Square at around 4pm.

Hundreds of people were pictured at the start of the march toward Parliament earlier today. The March to Leave’s previous walks had been mocked for a lack of numbers

The procession through London started in the Chiswick area of west London earlier than expected this morning

Starting the march in Fulham, leave supporters carry signs saying ‘IKEA have better cabinets than this’ and ‘MPs versus 17.4m leave voters’

Former Ukip leader Nigel Farage, businessman and Wetherspoon founder Tim Martin and broadcaster Julia Hartley-Brewer will speak at the ‘Brexit Betrayal’ rally.

Organisers have said ‘it is now clear the Westminster elite are preparing to betray the will of the people over Brexit’, adding: ‘Failing to deliver a true Brexit will permanently damage the British people’s faith in democracy.’

Westminster council said it was aware of expected rallies from groups including: the DFLA (Democratic Football Lads Alliance) Brexit Party; Stand up for Democracy; EU Leaving Party; March of Freedom; Proud British; A Night of Demonstration and Liberty; United Under Yellow; Rally to Rejoin the EU; Fridays for Future and Critical Mass.

London Mayor Sadiq Khan speaks to supporters next to his ‘We are all Londoners’ bus which had been touring London earlier today

UKIP supporters arrive earlier today, as leader Gerard Batten claims that the Met Police will use water cannon against them to ‘provoke Brexiteer’ despite the force not owning any of the machines

A sharply dressed Brexiteer wear of Union flagged suit holding placards of new slogans created by the leave campaign

The Metropolitan Police said ‘appropriate policing plans are in place’ to cope with ‘a number of demonstrations and protests’ on Friday.

A spokesman said: ‘We will always provide a proportionate policing plan to balance the right to peaceful protest, while ensuring that disruption to communities is kept to a minimum.

‘To date, protests have been largely peaceful and we have no intelligence at this time to suggest that will change.

‘We would like to reassure the public that officers will be ready to respond should any incidents or other spontaneous protests arise.’

Dozens of party planners will go ahead with their Brexit Day celebrations tonight, despite the UK not meeting the original deadline to leave the EU.

One ‘Brexit leaving drinks’ event which apparently has 2,600 attendees said they had to cancel due to low ticket sales after the Prime Minister May decided to ‘postpone’ Brexit.

LondonSwedes, who were co-organising the event at Number 90 Bar & Kitchen in Hackney Wick said they ‘are still keeping the champagne on ice for the actual date’.

LondonSwedes founder Charlotte Ågren said: ‘The postponement of the event was not an easy decision – but we felt a bit strange going ahead with ‘Leaving Drinks’ on a date that isn’t necessarily close to our actual departure date…or indeed if we’re even going to leave at all.

‘We tried to approach the event with as much positivity as possible for something that’s become quite complex and full of some fairly nasty rhetoric coming from both sides of the argument.

‘Just from the viral reaction on Facebook, it seems that there’s a genuine appetite to put differences to one side and come together to celebrate – whether it’s the need for a stiff drink to ease the pain of leaving or indeed toasting this brave new dawn we’re about to embark on.’

A ‘UK’s leaving drinks’ event had attracted thousands of potential attendees to the party in Hackney Wick tonight, but organisers said it was cancelled because the government ‘couldn’t get their act together’

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Chapter 4

“Not much has changed, I still feel the same, but I’m slowly making progress.”

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I stood in front of my open locker and picked up my calculus book. Lynn was leaning against another locker waiting for me to get my things for class and talking about some party or get together or something at her house this weekend. I wasn’t really paying attention.

“Hello, Earth to Kellin. I’m gonna need you to respond to me.” I blinked a couple times after seeing her snapping fingers in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“It’s okay. You ready to go?” I nodded and closed my locker. Lynn and I had calculus together. She may have been a junior but she was on track to graduating early so she was taking all AP classes along with some duel credit. She and I had two classes together today.

“So, do you think you can come hang out? You’d love the girls.” She was referring to her group of girlfriends who we sat with at lunch.

“I don’t know. Being the only guy there would be kinda weird.”

“Weird how?” she questioned.

I thought about it. “Okay, maybe not weird but maybe uncomfortable?”

“What, are you scared of catching cooties?” she teased.

“No you dork. I just don’t wanna impose or something.”

“How is it imposing if I’m inviting you over?”

I thought about it. “Okay so that was dumb,” I said with a laugh.

“Yeah, maybe a little,” she chuckled. “But you should totally come over this Saturday. You can make friends and hang out with me, your favorite person in the entire world.” I laughed and shook my head. Lynn and I had only known each other for a little over twenty-four hours and she was talking like we’d been best friends since birth.

“Okay, okay, I’ll ask my mom.”

“Yay!” she squealed. I chuckled and shook my head as we entered our classroom.

Class dragged on but with Lynn there passing me notes and dumb pictures it was bearable. An hour later we were headed to lunch.

We stood in line and picked out our food while making small talk. Mostly Lynn talked about the homework assignment we’d just received.

“I mean seriously, forty-five problems? Can you believe that?”

“She said to just do the evens so technically it’s only twenty-two problems,” I said. She rolled her eyes at me playfully.

“Still a lot,” she mumbled.

“If you want we can work on them together,” I offered. Her eyes lit up.

“Seriously? Wait, are you any good at math?”

“I figured out that we only had to do twenty-two problems so yeah, I’d say I am.”

“Jerk,” she mumbled with a smile. We sat at our table that was filled with more people than yesterday. Lynn greeted them and explained to me that they had a different lunch period on A days. Today was a B day. That was still something that I would have to wrap my head around, different days with different classes. We didn’t do that in Michigan.

“So, Kellin might be hanging out with us this weekend,” Lynn said happily. I smiled shyly as the table looked at me.

“Hold on there pint-sized,” the red-headed chick at the table said, “we don’t even know this guy.”

“Oh shut up,” Lynn said. The red head laughed.

“Okay well obviously Lynn likes you enough to invite you into our circle so we might as well get acquainted.” I nodded along to what the red head said.

“Uh, well I’m Kellin. This is my second day here and Lynn has been attached to my hip.” I added the joke for good measure. The table laughed so I guessed that was the right thing to say.

“Hey Gunn, I like this one,” the red head said while looking at me. I smiled at her. “I’m Savannah and this is Tori and Ashley.” She gestured to a girl with burgundy red hair and a brunette.

“Who are we, chopped liver?” I looked behind me to see two guys and a girl approaching seats at the table.

“Well you weren’t here,” Savannah said.

“But we always are,” one of the guys with light pink hair said.

“Whatever,” Savannah said. “Before these guys get their panties in a bunch, that’s Tyler, Trent, and my smol little baby Kortney.”

“Do you have to keep introducing me like that?” Kortney said in amused disapproval.

“Yes,” Savannah said sternly. Lynn and Jenna looked at each other and laughed.

“Anyway,” the guy with pink hair started, “I’m the one they call Tyler. What do they call you?” I noticed a hint of a southern accent that made me feel immediately comfortable.

“I’m Kellin.”

“Nice to meet you, Kellin.”

“You too,” I said with a nod.

Our table fell into easy conversation after the introductions. Turns out Savannah was from Oregon too, but she lived up north near the coast. Still, it was nice to know someone who shared that boring Oregon life with me.

“Uh, what’s he doing?” We all looking in the direction Tyler was staring.

“He’s…looking at us,” Ashley said.

“No, I think he’s looking at Kellin.” I looked at Lynn before going back to the table we were staring at. Sure enough, Tony smiled and waved at me. If I wasn’t confused last night then I sure as hell was at that moment. Why was he looking at me? Why was he smiling? Why did he just wave? More importantly, where was Vic to stop him? Surely Vic wouldn’t approve of his friend being friendly to the guy he wanted to hurt. I gave him a hesitant wave back before turning around.

“You know, he approached me last night,” I said. The table turned their attention back to me.

“What do you mean he ‘approached’ you?” Tori asked.

“I was getting pizza last night and he came up to me to talk,” I said with a shrug.

“Talk about what?”

“Vic.” They all looked at me. “He said that Vic isn’t as bad as he seems and that I shouldn’t take what he says or does to heart. He said that if Vic were really a bad person then he wouldn’t be friends with him.”

“That’s bull,” Savannah said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that that boy goes around like he’s the shit. He doesn’t care about anyone unless they’re in his group of friends. Everyone else is disposable.”

I sat and thought about what she had just said. In the last day I’d learned more about Vic than anything, and it was all bad. I wondered if I would ever hear any concrete facts that proved that Vic was as good as Tony said.

The table had gotten over Tony and was talking about their weekend plans. Funny that it was only Tuesday and they were getting the details together now. Apparently Lynn and Ashley liked structure so they always planned ahead. Savannah didn’t seem too into the plans so she talked to Tori, Trent, and Kortney. Tyler and Jenna took more interest in me. They asked me so many questions about my life that at first I thought was weird but it turns out that it was the southern hospitality in Tyler and just how Jenna was raised in Australia.

Soon lunch was over and we were all heading out separate ways. Lynn, Savannah, and I had AP environmental science together so I let them lead me to class.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Lynn asked.

“Detention,” I said. She and Savannah looked at me.

“You didn’t tell me you had detention. Why didn’t you tell me you had detention?”

“Because it’s kinda dumb. Who gives the new kid detention on their first day?”

“He’s right about that, pint-sized.” Lynn rolled her eyes at the name.

“Whatever. You should’ve told me.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I care about you.”

“Because she’s nosy and wants to know everything,” Sav chimed in. I giggled.

“Bitch,” Lynn mumbled.

“Play nice you two,” I said. We entered the classroom and sat together, me sitting between the girls. They filled me in on what I had missed in the last month and soon I was engaged in a conversation about the status of the polar ice caps.

The girls and I parted ways at the end of class. It was time for detention. I dragged my feet as I went down the large hall to the front office. Dr. Johnson instructed Vic and me to meet him in his office so he could assign our duties. From the looks of it Vic hadn’t shown up yet so I sat in the waiting room as the receptionist said and waited for Dr. Johnson to call me in.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” I rolled my eyes at the smug tone and comment but didn’t acknowledge the person who had just spoke. “Oh come on, I missed you.”

I scoffed. “Fuck off.”

“Ooh feisty. I like that.” I rolled my eyes.

“What do you want?”

“I’m just here to get this detention done that you got me into.”

“Me?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who threatened me. You’re the one who took my notebook. I was merely defending myself.”

“And how did that work for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re in the same boat as me. Somehow we’re both guilty so I suggest you get over it.”

“Get over it?” I almost screamed.

“Yes,” he said simply. My blood was boiling. I wasn’t a violent person but at that moment I wanted to punch Vic Fuentes in his smug little face. Thankfully Dr. Johnson walked out before I lost my temper and actually went through with it. The thought still stayed in my mind though.

“Sorry for keeping you two,” Dr. Johnson said. “Let’s get this done.” He gestured for us to follow him out of the office. We walked down a hallway until we reached the science hallway. He led us in a classroom and reached under a sink for a bucket.

“Uh, what’s this?” Vic asked as he was handed the bucket.

“Your punishment,” Dr. Johnson answered. “Since the regular detention doesn’t seem to work I thought this would instead. There are beakers and test tubes that need to be cleaned as well as burners. You two will clean them until they’re shiny. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wait, what?” Vic asked with wide eyes. “You’re making me do manual labor?”

“Yes. Hopefully it’ll keep you from screwing up again. Like I said, I’ll be back in an hour. If you get done with this room you can go next door and clean in there.” Without another word he left Vic and me alone in the room.

Vic huffed like a child who’d gotten his toy taken away. It would’ve been funny if I didn’t hate being around him. Instead I took the bucket off the ground and went over to a sink to fill it up.

“What are you doing?” Vic asked.

“What I’m supposed to,” I said simply. I put some soap in the bucket and reached for a beaker. I gently placed it in the bucket as well as some others and let them soak as I wet a sponge.

“You’re really gonna clean this room?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Well, good luck with that.” I looked back at him to see him pick up his backpack and walk out the door. I would’ve stopped him but he wasn’t my priority.

I spent the hour cleaning the equipment and just thinking. I wasn’t fazed by Vic leaving. Honestly, I was surprised that he stayed as long as he did. If I were him I would’ve left as soon as Dr. Johnson did.

My mind went back to what Tony had told me last night. I had no reason to think about it other than the fact that I needed something to take my mind off of the menial task I was performing. So far Vic hadn’t proved that he was a nice guy, but then again he wasn’t a total jerk to me today either. I guess it helped that we didn’t have any classes together. Detention was the first time I had interacted with him all day.

That was another thing that puzzled me. You always saw the bully torture the poor kid in movie by his locker. He’d stuff him in there, knock his books out of his hands, dump food on him at lunch. Vic hadn’t done any of that stuff to me. Was it because I was too new? In the movies that never mattered. Maybe he realized that picking on me for sitting in a chair was stupid. Then again bullies never used reason or sense. Maybe I had to stop basing my life off of movies.

Vic casually strolled back in ten minutes till our punishment was supposed to be over. I rolled my eyes as I finished drying the last beaker.

“What?” he asked. I shook my head. He didn’t deserve my attention, yet I was giving him some of it. “Seriously, what’d I do?”

“Nothing,” I mumbled. I saw him shrug from the corner of my eye and sit in the seat he was in before he left.

“You hate me, don’t you?” he asked after a period of silence.

I sighed. “Why, afraid of my answer?”

“I just wanna know.” I shook my head and turned back to my task. Why did he care if I hated him? He wanted me to fear him, right? Guess he couldn’t handle not getting any attention.

“You know,” he started, “I’ve been meaning to tell you…” I turned to face him.

“Tell me what?”

“That-” He was cut off by Dr. Johnson walking into the room.

“Hello boys, how’d it go?”

“Great,” Vic mumbled.

“Wonderful,” Dr. Johnson said cheerily. “Same time tomorrow?” We knew we didn’t have a choice so we didn’t say anything. Dr. Johnson nodded and left the room. I turned to Vic.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. I probably shouldn’t have said anything but he hadn’t moved since Dr. Johnson walked in. That didn’t change in that moment. He blinked a couple times before gathering his things.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him from walking out the door. He turned to look at me with a blank expression. “You had something you wanted to say to me?” He blinked a few more times.

“Oh,” he said like I’d surprised him. “Uh, nothing. It was nothing.” Without saying anything else he walked out of the room, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell was wrong with Vic Fuentes.

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