#if House of Leaves was a series I would applaud them pulling this shit
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May I say tho, saying 'fuck an outline' and just having your editor go back and change shit in reprints of earlier series instalments to make them canon compliant is completely insane behaviour, BUT of every universe to do that too, the funniest might just be the Dark Tower.
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ambivalence blurb: you too - rafe cameron
a/n: i love this gif so much i know i've used it already but- i love it. so sorry for my absence and this is all fluff , pls enjoy! sorry it's so short oop but i've gotten a lot of requests for a lil cute domestic morning between them so here we are :)
Warnings: swearing, kissing, a lot of fluff
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Weekday mornings in the guest house remain the same everyday; early and quiet. You'd never been much of a morning person, needing caffeine and at least an hour to wake up before you even consider a smile. Rafe, who thrives in the mornings, always sneaks out of bed without waking you. He runs every morning before work, claiming it helps him wake up and get ready for the day.
You roll over and groan when you reach for him and realize he isn't there; momentarily forgetting about his routine. Staring at the ceiling, you rub the sleep from your face and then rise, covering your feet with slippers and wrapping a sweater around your torso before emerging from your room. You're four months along now, meaning the sweater doesn't come around you the way you'd like, which makes you frown.
You start the coffee pot and then remove the carton of eggs from the fridge just as you hear the front door open. Rafe enters the kitchen, AirPods in his ears, sweat slicking his forehead and neck, and sporting a smile that would piss you off this early if it were on anyone else.
"Morning, sweetheart," he beams, walking across the kitchen to press his lips to your cheek, "You look beautiful."
Your grunt in response tells him everything he needs to know - that you know he's full of shit and you don't buy it. He laughs and gives you a playful slap on the ass as you crack a few eggs into a bowl.
"I'm gonna shower," he informs you, and with another quick peck to your cheek, he's gone.
You busy yourself in cooking; applying bacon to its own pan, putting cheese in Rafe's eggs just the way he likes it. He returns about ten minutes later, hair wet and sticking up all over the place. He has his dress shirt on but open, exposing his tan chest. He already has his dress pants on and his feet are bare; the smile on his face incomparable to any other sight in the world.
You return his smile and pour coffee into a mug for him as he approaches you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck to kiss.
"Good morning," you say quietly.
His nose nudges against your ear lobe, trailing back down your neck to whisper, "Good morning."
You turn around and face him, giving him another small smile. He brings one hand up to cup your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. Even after months; so many months, so many kisses, he still makes you grin like an idiot every single day.
"Breakfast is ready," you say against his lips, pulling back slightly to hand him the coffee you poured out for him.
"Thank you," he smiles, accepting the mug, "Is this half-caf? I'll get you a mug, too-"
"It's not," you say, turning back to make his plate.
"You don't have to make the regular shit for me, baby," he mumbles, "I'll drink half-caf with you. Let me make you some."
You shake your head, turning around with his plate in your hand. He presses a kiss to your forehead and then sidesteps you to change the coffee out. He pours the remainder of his coffee into another mug, then changes the filter and and starts to scoop out the half-caffeine coffee he'd bought for you when you refused to stop drinking it altogether.
"Eat," you say, "You have to leave soon."
"Nah, I'm fine on time," he shrugs.
Once the coffee pot starts to hum, he spins around and starts over to you again. Just as you think he's going to wrap his arm around you, he leans over and snatches a piece of bacon from the plate you made for him. He laughs at your expression and then takes a bite, holding the remainder of the piece out for you.
"Delicious," you say teasingly, applauding your own cooking skills.
"Always is," he agrees.
"Busy day?" you ask absentmindedly as you walk back to the stove, grabbing one of the bacon strips you'd made for yourself and taking a bite.
"Yes," he groans, "I'll be home on time, though. Promise."
You snicker, glancing at the pot as it finishes up pouring out your coffee. Rafe steps to it and removes a mug from the cabinet for you, silently questioning your expression.
"I am capable of surviving if you're thirty minutes late, you know," you tease.
He rolls his eyes dramatically, "Not what I meant, but thank you for the reminder that I am expendable."
He's joking and you know it, doing that same playful pout he always does when he's teasingly making you feel bad. He's in the middle of pouring coffee when you step over to him, standing up on your tip-toes and grabbing his jaw to angle him just right to press your lips to his cheek.
"We couldn't survive without you," you remind him, taking his right hand and placing it on your bump.
"Mhm," he hums, "Think I need a little more convincing."
Now it's your turn to roll your eyes; pressing a kiss to his lips this time. When you pull back, you remove your full mug from his hand and mouth a quick 'thank you', then step over to the kitchen table with your plate.
"What about you?" he asks as he sits, "Busy day?"
You'd been doing some freelance work for Rose; needing a job to save money but not necessarily sure what exactly it would be. You and Rafe love to joke about him working for his dad and you working for his step-mom, but you know that they both really just want what's best for both of you.
"Oh, I'm sure," you shrug, "Haven't looked at my email yet, but I bet Rose has already given me five different things to do before noon."
He laughs and sips from his mug, then moves back over to his breakfast. Cooking for Rafe is one of your favorite things to do; he always loves it and looks so happy eating the food you spent time making for him.
When he finishes, he takes his plate to the sink and rinses it, then sticks it in the dishwasher. You stand too, already feeling the dread that comes with Rafe leaving you.
"Can you get the buttons for me, please?" he asks you.
He picks up his mug and finishes it off with one last gulp, standing in front of you with his open dress shirt. You know full well that he can get the buttons himself, but he told you once that he loves watching your tongue poke the side of your cheek when you concentrate on buttoning his shirts.
You smile and reach your hands out, innocently stroking his exposed skin before you get to work. He smirks, letting both of his hands rest on your hips as you work. When you reach the top button, you slow your movements, then reach up and stroke his jaw before extracting your hands completely. He smiles under the movement, then leans closer and grabs your coffee mug from the table behind you.
"I'll get you s'more before I go," he tells you.
You smile; wishing instantly you could ask him to stay home today. Every morning was like this; blaming the hormones on the fact that you feel so irrational about him leaving, although you're sure it's something else entirely. Knowing that you can care for yourself doesn't change that feeling; doesn't make it go away. His comfort, his care, his love keeps you warm, protected, safe.
You step into the living room, the desk Rafe bought for you when you started working resting happily against the window and cluttered with sticky notes and reminders of things you need to get done today. Powering on your laptop, you groan when you open your email and find four new ones. It's not even nine in the morning, yet, Rose is up and moving.
Rafe delivers your coffee and kisses your cheek as he sets it down, whispering in your ear that he's going to finish getting ready. You frown but nod, busying yourself in your emails.
He comes out a few minutes later, tie around his neck and car keys in his hand. He's put his shoes on and is holding a few file folders he brought home last night to work on while he sat through another Friends marathon you demanded to watch after dinner. He comes up behind you as you turn around, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.
"Season six tonight?" he whispers against your lips.
"Obviously," you smile.
He grins, "Text you when I'm on my way home. Let me know what you want to do for dinner, okay?"
You nod, "Okay."
He kiss the top of your head, "Have a good day, sweetheart."
"You too," you say, "One more."
He laughs and leans down once again, pressing another kiss to your lips. You jokingly whine when he pulls away, already moving toward the front door while he anxiously looks at his watch. Twenty minutes to drive five miles, you're sure he has the time.
"Gotta run," he says with a wave, "Lunch is in the fridge. Little guy wanted chicken salad, yeah?"
You laugh; him attributing making what you mentioned you'd been craving last night while he worked and you watched TV to your child. You're not sure when he'd had the time to put that together for you, your heart swelling in your chest at the idea of him getting up even earlier to make it.
"Thank you, baby," you smile.
"You're welcome. See you later."
You nod and watch him until he disappears, opening the front door and then turning around again.
"Love you," he calls.
"Love you, too," you say, spinning back around to your computer.
He closes and locks the door behind him, leaving you fully at his step-mother's mercy for the next eight hours. You sigh and get to work, mind almost fully focused on the chicken salad in the fridge and wondering if it's too early to crack that open.
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one and done Part 3
A/N Hey guys so sorry for a late update but here we are!!!! The last part of the series! I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys enjoyed as well! Let me know what you guys think please and also also also thank you for reading!🥰🥰🥰
Side note: I’ll come back and edit my brain hurts
Harry is engaged and having a baby but Y/N is just his best friend’s little sister.
Today’s warning: We are anticipating some heavy smut in this last part. Please prepare for a spitting, spanking, choking, and hair pulling kink, Male receives oral, unprotected sex and just shit like that y’know? I think there is begging in here too LOL OMG they almost had sex outside again but that’s just so inappropriate but yeah... I think that’s all. Oh yes, Y/N rides and just loves being a horny mess hehehe
Word Count: 11k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST / Part 1 / Part 2
If there was one thing Y/N was excited about… it was her last summer of high school. As she reflected on her junior year, she was happy Harry and her were finally in a place where she could just reach out to him and be comfortable. Although they didn’t have labels, it was the last thing on their minds as they spent most of their free time together away from Ryan and any other nosy classmate of theirs. Harry also spoke about long roadtrips. Despite him staying home for college, he was excited to drive his girl to different campuses and check out new destination sites around the many different cities.
They were optimistic they would stay together in the summer yet here they are spending it apart.
Y/N was in her bedroom sitting on the floor wearing Harry’s sweater as she was staring at the pile of scattered clothes on the floor. It was July 6th and even after a month of grieving for her broken heart, she managed to still wear her ex’s sweater… only because it was the sole object that made her feel like what they had was real.
They were so on and off throughout the year and the one time they managed to stick together, it was all washed away. Too many signs telling them they were not meant to be.
But that’s the truth. Y/N thinks to herself as she wipes away a new coming tear falling down her face. Harry and her are not the cliché plot of dating your brother’s best friend. Their relationship was based on lust and ended with unrequited feelings. They are not soulmates. Y/N rests her head against the back of her bed. No matter how much you try to fight it, if you are not meant to be… that’s it.
“Are you okay?” Ryan stops by her doorway with a plate of late dinner. He was also blatantly oblivious to the fact his little sister was wearing a sweater of his best friend’s.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” She stares at him with an unamused expression on her face. Her room was a mess, her head was in places where it shouldn’t be and her heart just felt broken.
“You’ve been in a pissed off mood since last month.” he genuinely states as he walks into his little sister’s room. Maybe before he wouldn’t bother to ask Y/N how she was but the truth is, he is leaving soon and he’s a bit worried with the way Y/N has been taking care of herself.
“Is it that obvious?” Y/N sarcastically laughs as she throws some clothes away for Ryan to sit on her bed. He places his plate on her desk and takes her offer as he looks around the floor.
“You haven’t left the house nor have I seen Ness around.”
“I haven’t really been speaking to her.”
“Oh so you guys fought?”
“No, we didn’t. I just haven’t really been feeling social.”
“Y/N, you know you can talk to me right?”
“I know.” Y/N bites the inside of her cheek knowing full well that she’s lying.
“Will you be coming to the party tomorrow night?” Oh, that’s right. It’s Harry and Carla’s engagement party.
“That’s why I’m cleaning out my closet.” Ryan laughs a bit as he stands up and pats her head.
“You don’t have to impress anyone. You’re not the one getting married.” Y/N feels her throat tighten a bit as she watches him leave her room with his plate. She lets out a sigh before rubbing her face in frustration. If she had the choice, she wouldn’t go but that would also show Harry that she cares more than he thinks. It’s been a month and she had to prove that she was over him and over the deal.
After a couple hours of sulking on her bedroom floor, she finally stands up and takes off his sweater. In the corner of her room is a cardboard box of clothes that were to be packed away and stored in the attic. Without hesitation, she throws the piece of clothing and carries on with her night.
~
“Y/N, you look beautiful sweetheart.” Her mom waits for her at the bottom of the stairs. The sun was just about to set and it was also time for their family to drive to Carla’s home for the party everyone has been anticipating.
“Thank you.” Y/N musters a smile as she glances at herself in the mirror one more time before heading out to the car. Her mom was honestly surprised her daughter was all dressed up for the party tonight, there was something off about her but today, it felt like she had a piece of her daughter back again. Saying nothing out loud, she locks the front door and walks with the young girl towards the vehicle.
Truth be told last night before Y/N fell asleep, she knew today would be her biggest performance. All she knew is that she couldn’t wait for this day to end so she can go back and hide in her room.
“Hey mate.” Harry smirks as he offers a hug to Ryan. The party had just begun and Harry waited outside the house to wait for his best man to arrive. He was shitting his pants at the moment and the only thing that would make him feel a bit more comfortable at his own party is if Ryan was by his side -like the usual.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married, Haz.” Ryan tries to hide his disappointment in front of his family. Y/N and her parents stood behind him waiting for the duo to greet each other first. “I thought we would enjoy our bachelor era a bit you know… longer.” Harry tries to laugh as he makes eye contact with the pretty girl. Once the two pull away, he awkwardly laughs and greets Ryan’s parents.
“Carla is it for me man.” Harry tucks his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. “We’ve been together since grade school, I guess it’s time I tie her down to me forever.” Y/N’s mom laughs and pats his shoulder. The five began to walk to the backyard as she spoke up.
“Forget Ryan, I think you two make a lovely couple and are honest soulmates.” Harry glances at her and flashes a small smile. He thought having Ryan here would make him feel more comfortable but there was only one thought that was processing in his head as they walked the stoned pathway.
This engagement made him feel ten thousand times much worse knowing his in-law family wouldn’t be Ryan’s because the truth is there wouldn’t be anything much better than to have Y/N and Ryan’s parents as his too.
“Hi.” Carla approaches them with a warm smile on her face. The nude slim dress was impressive on her, especially as it made the diamond on her finger stand out more. She casually wraps her arm around Harry's waist as she takes a sip of the mango smoothie in her other hand. Although the smile on her face seemed genuine, Y/N wanted nothing more than to punch the girl’s face. If Harry was a jealous asshole, Y/N was much worse. Keep it together Y/N, please you don’t care. You don’t care.
That was the whole idea for the night anyway. Y/N has barely spoken a word since her father parked the car on the side of the road. She was even the last one to exit the vehicle because in all honesty, she didn’t want to unbuckle her seatbelt. Now, She stands beside her dad once again, shying away from the hosts of the party. Although her mom made her feel beautiful today, there was nothing more than to stand in front of the prettiest girl who has constantly been chosen over her.
“Thank you guys for coming. I’m so happy to meet you all.” Carla smiles as she turns her attention on Harry. She was happy and excited about their future. This whole night felt like a fever dream. Once more she looks at Ryan’s family and speaks up. “There’s a table for your family and dinner will be served out soon. I hope you guys enjoy” She rests her head on her fiancé but notices Y/N staring at her heels. “Are you okay Y/N? You seem a bit off.” And that statement was coming from a concerned person who was genuinely curious if the acquainted junior she got to know this year was alright. Y/N gulps as she makes eye contact with Carla. She was also very careful not to look at Harry.
“Ignore her. She’s been like that for a couple of weeks.” Ryan laughs as he turns around and glances at his sister. “This is your night but I still am wondering why you guys are getting married next month.”
Carla awkwardly smiles and waits for Harry to respond first yet she notices his eyes stay focused on his best friend’s little sister. “We just thought we should get the wedding out of the way before university starts.” Carla squeezes his palm for him to reply to.
“Don’t worry Ryan. I’m sure we’ll do everything we planned to do.” Harry smirks as he turns his back around to the music that just started to play. “Let’s walk you guys to your table, I believe the party is just about to actually begin.”
/
Throughout the night, Y/N did nothing more than fake a smile and applaud as speakers came to the mic and talked about Carla and Harry’s relationship. Blah blah blah. It was the same old thing really, and if she had the choice deep inside, she would wish she was the one sitting beside Harry talking about other things.
Dessert was finally available and due to the lack of activities and entertainment this party has brought to her, she waited until the line died down before she could carry her plate towards the table. She internally sighed as some of the choices were gone, leaving her to pick up a red velvet cupcake and two french macaroons on the side. Once she arrived back to her seat, her family that stayed back continued to talk about the two lovebirds. Her father and Ryan seemed to be having an amusing conversation as her mother made a new friend from the table beside them. Compliments after compliments was the only topic tonight, she really needed to take a walk around the unfamiliar neighbourhood after this.
“Guys, I’m just going inside to use the bathroom.” Her mom nods and acknowledges Y/N’s statement before turning her back once more to talk to another attendee of the party. Grabbing her purse, she excuses herself from the table and shyly walks around the party and towards the sliding door. Once she’s inside the home however, she ignores all the signs that gesture her towards the bathroom and instead makes her way to the front door. Carla’s home was pretty but not enough for her to stay.
“That’s not the washroom.” Harry speaks out as he walks down the staircase re-adjusting the sleeves of his polo. She realized the navy blue blazer he was wearing earlier today was now resting on the ottoman by the end of the railing.
“I was actually going to go on a walk.” She fixes her gaze on the painting in front of her instead of the boy casually making his way down.
“It’s a bit late, d-don’t you think.” He scratches his nose and picks up the article of clothing on the chair. He couldn’t help but stutter as his eyes followed the pink dress on the pretty girl.
“The neighbourhood seems really nice and I’m sure none of the rich families here are going to kidnap me and lock me in their basement.”
“Here.” She notices him walk towards her offering his blazer. “I would invite myself to walk with you but uh I think people would notice.” He rubs his palm against his neck and looks back at the door where the party is.
“It’s okay.” She shakes her head as she rejects his considerate offer. She continues to unlock the door before looking back at him. “I’ll be back soon. Ryan and my parents think I’m in the washroom. So if they ask, just say you don’t know. Congratulations, by the way.” She gives him a sad smile and walks out the door. He’s left speechless as he finally realizes this might be the last time things will be normal between them. “Fuck it.” He murmurs to himself as he rests the blazer behind his back and walks out the front door as well.
“Why are you following me?’ Y/N turns around carefully as she crosses her arms over her chest to keep herself warm. She was also trying very hard not to fall. Harry’s been distracting her all night, she didn’t realize she was wearing heels despite her goal to go on a night walk.
“Because I can’t let you walk around this neighbourhood by yourself!” Harry raises his voice as he tries to catch up with her. “God, I told you, you would need this.” He thoughtlessly puts the blazers over her shoulders as they walk down the slope.
“I promise you, I am not your responsibility anymore. You don’t have to be concerned about my whereabouts.” Y/N murmurs as she accepts the fabric and hugs it around her frame. Harry couldn’t help but look away from her as he heard that statement. Before everything went crumbling down, he used to pick her up and know every update from her. He used to watch out for her and just be there for her but even now, it was no longer okay.
“Who’s going to watch over you when I’m gone.” His voice is a bit more quieter now as they exit Carla’s neighbourhood.
“I don’t know. I always expected you were going to stay.” She glances at him before walking ahead of him.
“I know you’re mad and I’m sorry I had to put you through a lot.” He pulls her wrist to make her stop walking.
“How can I not be mad, Harry?” She closes her eyes, trying to not let the new formed tears in her eyes show. “You constantly choose Carla and the moment you finally break up with her. I get you and then you what… ghost me, break up with me? I don’t hear from you for 2 months only to find out you’re engaged! Fuck you.” She quickly wipes away a tear from her face. “God, I- You cheated on me! Didn’t you?”
“Y/N.” His heart beat drops as her voice raises. Never in his life has he seen Y/N this upset.
“No. It makes sense. Carla is barely even showing yet. It’s been three months and you…” She steps away from him and looks around. “I don’t know -you didn’t even have the audacity to tell me you don’t like me anymore.”
“I didn’t know how to react when you told me that.”
“Well you did.. You ignored my calls and continued to see Ryan.” She shrugs her shoulders and sarcastically laughs. “It’s fine. Now that I think about it, maybe I said it in the heat of the moment.”
“I know I messed up.” He bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I reacted like that. Carla has always been so familiar to me… and with you, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
“Like what?” The monotone question rolls off the tip of her tongue.
“The fear I guess. I’m scared of losing Ryan, your family and um, you.” He clears his throat. “It’s just there’s so much on the line when it comes to you and me. Maybe if I tried harder, we wouldn’t be here right now but we are.”
“Well if it makes you feel better,” She takes a pause and stares directly at him. “I didn’t really mean what I said that day. You freaked out on something that was a typical post orgasm statement.” She lies.
“Why are you lying?” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Why are you trying to hurt me? You think this hasn’t been difficult enough.”
“No, I’m not lying. It’s true.” She attempts to walk again but his hand grabs her immediately letting her know, their conversation is not over.
“So you’re saying you don’t love me.”
“No, I don’t love you.”
“Bullshit!”
“Harry, I don’t even owe you an explanation!” and sometimes when you force yourself to lie too much, you begin to cry. “Fuck.” He immediately hugs her as she cries on his shoulder. “I don’t think we should do this.”
“I could never leave you alone, you know that right?” He whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms tighter around her frame.
“You have to. We can’t do this.” Y/N repeats herself as she tries to pull away. His scent is just so fucking intoxicating. It was his scent that made her drastically attached to him and now she knew like from the start, it was time to go.
“If my wishes came true, it would’ve been you.” He tries to keep her in his embrace. He was rambling at this point but he had no idea what his goal was. Is he trying to persuade her to stay or to let her go?
“You made your choices, Harry. All you have to do is lie in it.” She pulls away and wipes away her tears. “We’re just these high schoolers that found a loophole in our deal. Carla though, she has always been the one for you.”
“You’re right though. I- I guess I always choose her in the end.”
“Make her happy H.” She gives a sad smile and shrugs her shoulders. Despite wanting to punch her face, Y/N knew the look in her eyes as she watched Harry. Carla was always madly in love with him and forever will be.
Harry and Y/N were just a glitch in the system.
“I hope I see you again. Maybe Christmas huh?” He looks down at his shoes as the girl gives him back his blazer.
“Maybe Christmas.” And without a word, Y/N walks back to the house leaving Harry to walk around the neighbourhood himself.
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Harry and Carla had just gotten married and on the night of their reception, they announced their pregnancy. Y/N was there. She witnessed the smile on Ryan’s face, on her parents’ face and on Harry’s. Everyone was happy except for her.
The night left her to play with the food on her plate as it was her only source of entertainment. Broccoli grouped with the carrots suddenly being grouped with the steak. How about we make a snowman? To be honest, moping a bit too much at the event left her clueless to the fact the groom has been watching her all night.
It wasn’t a choice for him. Of course, he looked at other guests and spoke to Carla throughout the night but for some reason as he mindlessly ate his food and restated his vows to his wife, Y/N was the only thing his eyes could focus on. He’s been looking for her face in every room for a year and to be exact, nothing about his feelings has changed -Except tonight was the last day, he would ever feel like this again.
There were only three rules Harry gave himself tonight.
Rule 1: Don’t try and make conversation with Y/N.
Rule 2: Don’t beat the guy who offers her a dance.
Last but not least, Rule 3: Don’t tell her you love her.
And it was a success because he watched her walk out with an unfamiliar guy and come back with a flushed neck and red cheeks. He knew she totally got fucked in the washroom and all he did was take a sip of his glass as the fist on his lap began to form once again.
/
It’s been a week since and her whole house is a mess. She has been currently helping her brother move his things to the moving truck they rented. Her little grieving process was cut short due to the fact, things around her started to change so quickly. Ryan was on his way out of here. Harry and Carla were probably on an island, trying to make another sub baby and Ness started to come by more often.
The thing about her best friend is that Nessa understands space but she won’t let Y/N peacefully sulk for more than a month. To successfully distract her, the duo have been taking road trips around the cities and visiting different campuses together. Although it was an old plan of her and Harry’s, Y/N couldn’t help but feel delighted to have Ness back once again.
She cleaned out her room and removed all her old soccer trophies because for some odd reason, they reminded her of Harry. She even went to the measures of blocking his number and deleting pictures from their past dates off her phone.
She knew she wasn’t ready to let him go but he was now married, living in a new city with his own family. There was no other choice but to forget this shit happened.
Senior year was just about to begin for Y/N and if there was one thing she needed, it was a fresh start. No love interests, no heartbreaks. Just fun experiences before she leaves this hell hole.
After all, if you never bleed, you’re never going to grow.
~
3 years later…
“You’re going to be fucking late.” Ness throws a pillow at her best friend as she enters the room. “You have that plane to catch.”
“Fuck, what time is it.” Y/N murmurs as she could feel some drool on her pillow case.
“10:30.”
“Fuck!” She sits up immediately and grabs her phone. Her flight is leaving in an hour and God knows the traffic in Seattle. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner!”
“Because your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up.” Ness walks out of the room and drinks her coffee. She was totally unfazed about her best friend panicking. “Relax.” Y/N gives her a death glare in return as she brushes her teeth in the kitchen. The two were very used to each other since they’ve not only been best friends for a long time but also roommates after moving to a new city.
“My brother’s wedding is in two days and I’m not even there yet.”
“Tell Ryan to choke for not inviting me, by the way.” Ness scrolls though the news feed on her phone as she casually bites into her bagel.
“Okay, I think I have everything.” Y/N walks out of her room in tights and an oversized sweater. “I really have to go.”
“You’re going to see him again, you know that right?” Ness really didn’t want to be the one to bring him up again but shit, Y/N looked like a dead zombie.
“It’s fine.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders. She couldn’t care less if she sees Harry again. “The last time I saw him, Carla and him were acting like total love birds at my mom and dad’s thanksgiving party.”
“That was like two years ago.” Ness tries to contain her laugh as she remembers their new pet names. Honey bunny and sweet treat. Oh to be in the honeymoon phase once again.
“Don’t think I forgot what you used to call Tom.” Y/N laughs as she rolls her luggage to the door.
“Shut up.” Nessa’s eyes widen as she throws a crumb at her. “That’s why I broke up with him.”
“Yeah, yeah. You better answer my call okay?”
“Yes babe, I know. I love you, take care!”
“Bye!”
And after the long haul of successfully boarding the plane, Y/N had five hours before she could finally see Ryan and his soon to be bride in Boston.
She was definitely nervous. The last wedding she attended was Harry’s and she knew full well how she badly coped with that. Not to mention how she calculated her schedule so she could “accidently” miss Ryan’s engagement party. Truth is, she doesn’t care about Harry but if there was any way she could try and dodge another awkward encounter...that’s what living in another city is for.
He also wasn’t really an ex but just a person in her life who managed to make her happy and sad at the same time. James had no idea who he was since she believed it was best to make that portion of her adolescence a secret. Just buried along with the other dreams she used to have.
After watching two movies and playing a random phone game, the plane finally landed. Y/N managed to brush her teeth and make herself look a bit more presentable after a heated run out of her apartment. Once she was at the pick up centre to grab her luggage, her heart beat began to increase signaling that she failed to neutralize her anxiety. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she walked past the crowd of people. There was a constant voice in her head screaming at her to tell Ryan her flight just got cancelled. Unfortunately, Ryan was on time as she could picture his figure right outside the window of the airport.
“Hey.” Ryan smiles as he gives his little sister a hug. He saw her a couple months ago but time still makes everything different. He’s happy his sister is finally here.
“Hi.” Y/N tucks a piece of hair behind her ear as the wind blows by them. “I see you got a nice haircut.”
“I did.” Ryan laughs as he carries his sister’s suitcase into his trunk.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married Ry! I swear to god, it was only yesterday you were complaining to Harry about his wedding.” Y/N squints her eyes due to the sun shining directly at her. She uses her hand to cover the side of her face as she lets out a joke,“Are you sure about her?”
“Meghan? Absolutely.” Ryan shuts the door as they stand there. “ I didn’t know what Haz was talking about when he told me he wanted to marry Carla but shit, when I met Meghan… I-”
“You’re whipped more than ever.” She smiles as she notices her brother’s cheeks flush. She tried to change the topic immediately after her brother said his name. “I knew Cassidy wasn’t the one.”
“Sure you did.” Ryan rolls his eyes as they sit in his car. “How about you? Any new updates?”
“No not really.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders as she puts on her seatbelt. “James and I have been together for a year now which is crazy-”
“I wish the guy could have come to the wedding, didn’t know how serious you guys were.”
“Honestly, if he didn’t have that internship at the hospital, I would’ve tried and persuaded him some more.”
“It’s okay.” Ryan laughs as he shakes his head. “Meghan found you a date already and I’m sure you’re going to be okay with it.” Y/N eyes widen.
“I was going to go stag.” She looks out the window in disbelief. It wasn’t her fault, her boyfriend was trying to get into medical school.
“Don’t worry sis. It’s a platonic date -that’s all it is going to be.” Ryan reassures her as he drives out of the parking lot.
“Let me tell James. Just in case, he might get jealous.” She pulls out her phone. “Who is this guy anyway?”
“I’m not telling you but who knows, James might fly over here just so you don’t go with a random guy.” Ryan smirks as he exits the highway.
“Who is he?”
“It’s a surprise.” Ryan tries to hide his laugh.
“Does he know you’re setting me up with him.”
“Please.” Her brother scoffs. “The guy is always too nice, he offered first.”
“Well, shit then.”
“You’ll get to know him before the wedding I promise. At least, you have company other than mom and dad.”
“So you’re going to let a random guy just sit at our table?”
“You have no idea.” And truth be told, Y/N wasn’t worried about the date Ryan and Meghan set up for her. Maybe it was one of Meghan’s family members who thought she was still single. It didn’t matter though because this event was for her brother and that’s all that was important.
“Oh my god!” Ryan and Y/N’s mother stood outside the house waiting at the driveway for them to arrive.
“Hi mom!” Y/N gives her a warm hug. “I missed you, where’s dad?”
“He’s inside with-”
“Y/N.” Y/N’s dad steps through the doorframe and meets Y/N at the steps for a hug as well. She knew her father couldn’t walk that much due to his recent hip surgery. What she didn't expect however, was for Harry to be following right behind him. “I missed you darling.”
“Hi dad I missed you more, I didn’t know Harry was here.” Y/N backs away and turns her back to look at Ryan. He didn’t seem surprised at all as he carried her luggage towards them.
“Hey.” Harry offers a small wave, seeming too quiet. He kept his hands behind his back as he observed the girl in front of him. It’s been two years and a lot has changed. Y/N thought he would still have his long hair yet it is very evident, he had a haircut as well. He also seemed much more muscular as well as the new addition of tattoos on his arm. While she stared at him, she didn’t realize Harry was noticing all the different features she had too. Her hair was longer and darker and she carried a different aura than before. She didn't look like the girl whose bedroom he used to sneak into.
“Hi Harry.” Y/N didn’t know how to start a conversation with him.
“I guess you met your date.” Ryan walks ahead of them and laughs as he continues to bring in the bags.
“Harry's my date?” Y/N asks in shock as she follows him behind. Her mom slaps her arm as Harry and their dad follow.
“Don’t act offended, You’ve known Harry since you were a kid.”
“Aren’t you married though.” Y/N turns her back and looks at Harry before facing the front again as she suddenly became distracted by the house’s decorations.
“I actually got divorced.” Harry bites his tongue right after.
“See, now look what you did. You embarrassed the young boy.” Y/N’s mom rubs his back as she murmurs to him. “I’m sorry, Haz.”
“Oh, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, trying to act as if the topic didn’t make him feel uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry too.” Y/N finally looks at him once more. “I had no idea.”
“It’s been a year. That’s what happens when you marry too young.” He laughed it off but everyone ignored that statement as they all knew there was a deeper cut in his heart.
When Carla was around 5 months, she had a miscarriage and although, they claimed they would try again… there was no new announcement after that.
“Y/N, this is your room.” Ryan tries to change the topic as he scratches his head.
“Thank you.” She steps inside for a bit of privacy after a long flight. Ryan and Harry along with her parents went back to the living room to go and continue their movie.
~
Today is Ryan’s wedding and the house was giving her many little flashbacks of Harry’s. The family was in this foreign home and was still running around getting ready. Her mother was screaming at her dad as he decided last minute to steam his suit. Ryan and Meghan were gone which left Harry and Y/N the only victims to her mother’s loudness. The two kept quiet as her mother ran around the house doing her hair and calling relatives for updates. Y/N managed to be ready on time so it let her sit on the couch looking at the photos in which mehgan has framed around the room.
“Your dad said I should drive you to the venue now. I think they’re definitely running late.” Harry speaks up after two days of ignoring her. The truth is last night when he went to the kitchen he saw Y/N sitting down on one of the counters and maybe if it was three years ago, he would’ve spoken to her but something about now told him to go back to his bedroom. He used to feel comfortable around her but now he’s walking around her as if he was on eggshells. He was so fucking nervous.
“Okay.” She agrees with him. Harry was the best man and she didn’t want him to be late because of her parents. Y/N puts her phone in the purse resting on her shoulder as she follows him out of the house. She would’ve been a bit more calm if she didn’t end her call with James midway through their fight.
“Um A-Are you okay?” He opens the door for her as he tries not to check her out. It was definitely difficult however as the way her long hair was styled and the pretty dress she wore. Luckily for Y/N, while Harry was doing some errands at home, she managed to “observe” him in his suit.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She lets out a small smile as she realizes Harry was still driving his car back from high school. You know the vehicle they had sex i-
“Alright.” The man breaks her out of the thought as he starts the car. “I promise tonight isn’t going to be weird around us.”
“Who said it was?”
“I don’t know I guess I just assumed.” He bites his cheek as he glances at her. That’s when the déjà vu hits and he feels like he’s eighteen years old again. She keeps her eyes on the road yet she had no idea that Harry was picturing her seventeen year old self sitting in the seat beside him. One of his favourite memories to be exact.
Flashback*
“So you’re kidnapping me to go camping in the woods.” Y/N smiles as she watches the unfamiliar road in front of them. Harry takes his shades off and passes it to the girl as he notices the sun is shining much more brighter than before.
“Hey, you got permission from your parents.” He smirks at her as he keeps his hand on the gear stick.
“They think I’m sleeping over at Nessa’s.” Y/N laughs as she puts on the shades and looks at him. His cheeks turn red as he catches the sight of the pretty girl wearing everything of his.
“Is little Y/N scared of the dark?” His hand smoothly travels to her thigh.
“I am not.” Y/N chokes on her breath. It was bad enough Harry looked so hot whilst he was driving.
“I think you are.” He notices her breathing becoming a bit more short. “You and me in a tent alone in the dark.” His hand goes a bit more south, gipping her inner thigh.
“I have a surprise for you.” She blurts out. She was also seconds close to making Harry pull over to the side of the road.
“And what is that?”
“I’ve been wearing a plug and I’m ready.” The speed of the car increases a bit as he mindlessly presses his foot to the sound of her voice. He looks at her one more time before taking over the car in front of them.
“Fuck then. My baby once again proves that she isn’t as innocent as I thought.”
End of flashback*
The venue was beautiful. Ryan and Meghan chose this beautiful garden that had tulips growing everywhere. The white gazebo was obviously where the wedding would take place as the reception was only a stoned pathway ahead. Since Harry was the best man and Y/N was his date, she managed to follow him around the place as he spoke to the event planner and the maid of honour. She had a whole tour of the location as Harry spoke about the party’s process to her. Not only that, but he was an amazing date -he kept his hand on her back and introduced her to people she didn’t know.
Currently, she was sitting on the bench watching Harry talk to some familiar faces. They seemed like a few boys Ryan and he would hang out with back in high school. She was mindlessly watching him laugh and smile throughout the conversation until she didn’t realize he was already staring at her. After excusing himself, he walked back towards her.
“I’m sorry, If I’m boring yeh.” Harry rubs his neck as he sits down beside her. The wedding was about to start in a couple of hours.
“No, you’re not.” Y/N laughs as she keeps her eyes on the lake behind him. She suddenly remembers their camping trip. She shakes her head at the thought and shrugs her shoulders. “How are you feeling?”
“About the wedding?” He pulls down the sleeves of his dark grey suit. She nods her head and waits for him to continue. “I’m happy Ryan is marrying Meghan. It’s funny how he thought he would stay single for long.”
“I remember him telling you that when you were engaged.” She bites the inside of her cheek. She definitely just put her foot in her mouth again. She was definitely known for that but Harry didn’t seem fazed at all about her statement.
“I mean don’t get me wrong, Weddings are a bit difficult to attend at the moment just because I know mine didn’t end well but um…” He clears his throat and faces himself more towards her. “I also got married knowing I wasn’t really in love with the girl.” Y/N finally looks at him as she watches the familiar green eyes say the truth.
“I know.” She nods her head again. “Things are different now and I hope you do find the girl that you are 100% about.”
“Yeah.” He looks at the patch of flowers in front of them. He would tell her what he thinks but he knows she’s dating someone.
“Let’s go check out your brother.” Harry stands up and offers his hand out. “I’m sure he’s wondering where we are.”
And so the event continued. Y/N’s parents arrived and so did the other guests. The beautiful girl in her wedding dress walked down the aisle and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl sitting in the crowd.
It was simple for him, he knows he’s not over her but he wouldn’t tell her that.
Would he tell her that he started coming home more after Carla’s miscarriage in hope of seeing her? No.
He definitely can’t tell her that he was hurt. He would come over to their house only to find out she wasn’t home or when he found out she was moving to Seattle for college.
After the past two years, Ryan briefly mentions her and James and he felt like he no longer had a chance. At least with her.
So standing beside Ryan as his best man felt like a total shot in the heart because Harry knew he wasted his time and lost the girl as well.
Y/N catches his eyes watching her and just for a moment, she wished things were different too.
~
When the reception started, Harry and Y/N along with her parents sat at one of the tables close to the bride and groom
The hosts were right however, as Harry fit perfectly with the family. Throughout dinner, he made jokes and started conversing with her parents more than she thought. Although he gave her some attention, he didn’t fail to compliment her mother as well.
The two sat together eating dessert as he leaned over to whisper something in her ear. “I’ll let you have a bite out of my brownie if I can steal a bite from your cake.” Harry smirks as he takes a sip of his glass of tequila. He wasn’t trying to get drunk but a little strong (strong) alcohol should cause no harm. Y/N casually steals the glass from his hand and takes a sip as well.
The two were finally much more comfortable with each other after spending the day side by side. Harry laughs as he takes his fork and steals a bite of her cake. The red velvet flavour melting in his mouth as he watches the girl swallow the rest of his drink.
“Sorry, I’m a bit quenched.” Y/N laughs as she puts the glass down and stabs her fork back into her cake. His fork immediately swats hers away.
“I’m not done with my bite.” He teases her as he pulls the small plate towards him. Y/N mouth drops.
“You guys fight like children.” Her dad speaks up and smiles at the scene in front of them.
“He asked to steal a bite but he stole the whole plate.” She laughs as she watches him shove numerous tiny bites in his mouth. Y/N mom laughs as she smiles at the cheeky boy.
“I said you can have some of my brownie but you proceed to finish my drink.”
“You seem a little drunk anyway.” She lies as she leans forward to take the brownie from his plate.
“Want some shots.” Harry blurts out as he finishes the dessert. “You finished my drink so I’m heading back to the bar… you still might be a bit quenched.”
“Okay.” She laughs as the two excuse themselves from the table.
~
“Do you remember the scrunchie on my wrist and you called me out on it.” Harry slowly dances with Y/N as the night continues on. The event was almost over but all the attendees were on the dance floor dancing to Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. As a proper stellar date, Harry didn’t hesitate to ask the girl for a dance as he knew last time he missed out.
“I know you stole it.” Y/N laughs as she unconsciously rests her head on his shoulder. The truth is when in doubt, Y/N always drinks a bit more than usual. It seems whenever Harry is around, she can’t help but be drunk.
“Oh really?” He pulls away and laughs. “I was going to tell you an old story but you already know.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she looks at the people surrounding them. Nobody was shocked to see how close they were dancing. Everyone was in their own little bubble and maybe if Y/N and Harry didn’t break the ice or drink a bit, they would definitely not be as bold as they are right now.
“No! You have to tell me now.” Her eyes widen as she readjusts her hands on her shoulders. Harry smirked at her anticipation as he willingly rests his hands back on her waist.
“It was the first night we made the deal.” He whispers quietly hoping no one would hear them. “It was on your vanity and I took it after you sleepily threw my clothes at me.” They both laugh at the old memory.
“I saw you wearing it during the game.”
“So did you always watch me back then? Probably just wanted to get into my pants.” Y/N cheeks flush as she hides her face away from him.
“You’re acting as if I never caught you staring right back at me.”
“True.” he twirls her around. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you after that deal you offered.” Y/N immediately pulls away after he hears the statement roll of his tongue.
“Harry, I know tonight has probably been the most normal conversation we had with each other but… We can’t go back there.” She walks off the dance floor, making him follow her without hesitation. Instead of going back to their table however, she makes a b line to the unlighted pathway of the garden.
“Hey, don’t go. I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” He unbuttons the top of his vest seeing his blazer was still on his chair. “I spoke about fight club-”
“You remember that?” Y/N slows down her speed and turns around. “It’s been three years and you still remember it?”
“Why don’t you?” Harry turns his back around to notice the bushes covering them from the rest of the party.
“Of course I do but you got married and moved away. I just thought that would slip your mind.”
“Well it didn’t.” He musters up a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. “Look, can we go back to the party and pretend I didn’t mess this up.”
“It’s not about you messing up H. It’s the fact that I still get flashbacks of you and I -and seeing you here again is making me feel like the past three years didn’t happen.”
“I didn’t see you during Christmas.” He blurts out as he watches her sigh. “Any holiday except thanksgiving to be exact.”
“Well, I moved to Seattle and couldn’t book a flight home every time of the year.”
“Carla is dating someone new.” Y/N nods her head. “And I’m still not able to get you out of my head.”
“You might just ghost me next time around.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh as she tries her best not to trip over herself as she walks a bit further into the pathway.
“I told you I regret doing that.” He continues to follow her. “It’s been three years and you’re still mad about it.”
“I’m not mad. I’m just saying whenever it’s you and I, you tend to ghost me and run back to Carla.”
“If it makes you feel better, I could give a fuck less what Ryan thinks of us. It’s why I asked him if I could be your date.”
“I have a boyfriend Harry! An actual boyfriend who waits for me after work everyday. A boyfriend who actually replies to my calls-”
“He hasn’t even met Ryan or your parents!”
“And-”
“Look Y/N, all I’m saying is I don’t care about this fucking guy!” Harry sternly walks towards her until he backs her up to a wall of vines.
“Then why are you trying to talk about our old memories and shit like that.”
“Because,” He pauses as he thoughtlessly rests his hands on either side of her head. “I fucking care about you. The moment Carla had a miscarriage and she needed me the most, I needed you! I didn’t realize I let you go the moment I went back to her.”
“Harry…”
“So it’s true, you didn’t love me.” He pulls away but Y/N brings her hands up to his face to keep his eyes on her.
“Of course, I did.” Y/N cries as she shakes her head in disbelief. “Why would you think that would be true? You called me out on it before.”
“I came back every couple of months hoping to see you at home with your parents. You were always gone.”
“Did you actually?”
“Fuck.” He pulls away and runs his hand through his short hair. He swore he would never tell her this. Is this how desperate he is now. “Yeah, of course I did. I knew you would leave for college but I wish I knew from you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not even your fault.” He laughs as he hugs her. “I want you back.” His arms wrap around her much more tightly than before. “Please.”
“James-”
“Do you love him?”
“Harry, don’t ask that?”
“No, I want to know.”
“Well I don’t know because after what you did-”
“Then you still love me.” He looks up at her in hope she would say yes. Just admit it, please.
“Okay and if I do -what do I do now? I like James and although it hasn’t been long I’m sure something will change.”
“Can’t you see?” He directs her back to the wall of vines. “You were always mine the same way, I was always yours.”
“The loophole of our deal.” She mumbles out loud as her hands mindlessly hold onto his forearms.
“The deal has always meant more to me than it should’ve.” He whispers as the sound of music and distant chatter is the only thing they can hear.
And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now
If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
“Just kiss me already.” Y/N watches him as she lets out one more breath. Without hesitation he kisses her as the grip on her waist tightens. Y/N’s hands immediately play with the curls that reach the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, I missed you.” His soft lips rub on her left cheeks as he rubs himself on her. His hands begin to wonder in disbelief that she’s in his arms again. Her scent clouding his thoughts that they haven’t even noticed they’re still at a party.
“I want you.” Her hips raise itself on him as she rests her back on the cement behind her. “Harry, please.”
“We’re going home.” He bites his lip as his eyes darken. Without even thinking of what others would say, he mindlessly holds her hand as they walk out of the secluded space. The two didn’t bother telling anyone they were leaving the party as he basically dragged the poor girl to his car.
“Do you even know how to get inside Ryan’s house.” She giggles as she keeps herself close to his arm. He takes his blazer and rests it on her shoulders back like a few years ago.
“I have my ways.” He smirks as he helps her inside the vehicle.
This whole event felt like déjà vu. The wedding, the car ride, the quick secret escape from a party just to have sex. If there was one thing Y/N and Harry were good at, it’s probably how good they were at keeping themselves as a secret.
“I’ve missed you more than I thought.” Y/N bites her lip as she rests her head on the seat, watching Harry drive.
Him in his suit too focused on driving them home made her want to fuck his brains out. Truly.
Harry’s cheeks flush as he takes her hand into his. “I’m no longer that frat boy you used to know. I’m much nicer.”
“Oh really, in what ways?” she smirks as she eyes the growing bulge in his pants.
“I promise you won’t be able to leave my room tonight that’s for sure.”
“Then I’m happy.”
/
Moist air, dark night, and bodies clinging to each other as Harry struggled to open the front door. As the groom’s best friend, of course he had keys to his house. Y/N couldn’t help but keep her hands on his slim torso as there was something about just holding them that was driving her crazy.
“Fuck, your parents are going to wonder where we are.”
“I don’t fucking care.” Y/N licks the side of his neck before running inside. She’s trying to laugh quietly as she attempts to take off her heels. Harry being the responsible one, he texts Y/N’s dad they went home. Afterwards, he stops by Y/N’s room to lock it before he follows the girl into his room.
Once he locks the door, he realizes Y/N managed to take all her clothes off as she laid on his bed. “For fuck’s sake.” He mumbles to himself as he forgot how horny and crazy Y/N can be. He rubs the slight stubble on his chin as he watches the girl bite her lip and roll in his sheets. “You’re such a little devil aren’t you?”
“Like I said I missed you.” She fakes her confidence as Harry crawls up to meet her on the mattress. His finger takes the lip out between her teeth as his lips move forward to kiss her once again. His goal was to lay her down and kiss her naked body but it seemed like Y/N had other plans in mind. Her arms push him away as she kneels on the mattress. Keeping her eyes on him, she unbuttons the rest of his vest before spreading her palms over where his heart beat. Harry is speechless but the moment she began to unbuckle his belt he had to say something.
“Oh I see.” He smiles as his hand holds Y/N’s chin to his face. “I thought my girl really did miss me but it seems like she missed my dick a bit more huh? You want it?” He grips her face a bit harder as her hands maintain on his waistline. She nods shyly as she tries to continue her action.
“Fine, do what you want but I’m not done with you yet.” His voice softens as his hand immediately brushes the soft hair away from her face. His green eyes watch her drool over him as she unzips his pants. His hands on the flip side continued to remove the white long sleeve off his body. “Take it in your mouth. I know you’re dying too baby.” Y/N cheeks turn red as her tongue peaks out to kiss his hard cock. The funny thing is, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him despite being a horny mess. Sex was never the same if it wasn’t with harry and that was a fact because the moment she put him in her mouth, he pushed himself harder until he could feel the back of her throat.
The constant humming and gagging sounds wasn’t enough for him because the moment he pulled himself out of her little wet hole. He pulls her hair harder to keep her eyes on him. Without even hesitating, he spits in her mouth and puts his dick back in. From the way Y/N’s eyes rolled back, he knew full well that this was his girl and some things don’t change...especially the way she reacts to him.
“Are you going to let me fuck your mouth baby?” He moans quietly as he softly strokes her scalp. “How many times are you going to make me cum huh?” Y/N chokes a bit as he thrusts himself at a faster rate. “Always so pretty aren’t you dove?” He pulls himself out and slaps her tit. “What do you want me to do?” He whispers as kisses her lips once more. His mouth thoughtlessly kisses down the side of her neck as his hands press and grope on her tits.
“I want you everywhere.” His eyes watch her dilated ones as he slowly pushes her down the mattress.
“Hm, I don’t think you want to as much I thought?” He teases her as one of his fingers pops into his mouth and later into hers.
“You want me to beg?” Her tongue swirls around his digit as she lays helplessly on his pillows. “Never.”
“Never?” Harry laughs as his wet fingers pretended to walk down her body to her heated centre. “When did my baby become such a brat?” The devious smirk plays on his face as his tongue licks the side of his mouth.
“I’ve always been a brat.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to fuck you is that what you’re saying?” His hands immediately stop teasing her as he begins to jerk himself off -slowly but surely.
“I do.” She tries to sit up but his hand pushes her back down immediately. “Harry, please?”
“Is that you begging me?” He laughs as his thumb wipes a bead of precum on his dick. “I would rate that three out of ten, Extra point because good girls say please.”
“Baby...” Y/N moans out as she tries to reach for him but Harry’s hands immediately grabs them and places them above her head.
“Just beg a bit better and maybe you wouldn’t have to work so hard, love. You said it before so show me you want me.”
“Daddy please fuck me.”
“Like music to my ears.” He spreads her legs open and pushes himself inside her. “Fuck.” It’s always the condom that gets to him.
“No, stay.” She whines as she holds onto his wait. “Please, I’m on birth control and James and I don’t really-”
“What?” His eyes widen as he bites the inside of his cheek. “What did you say?”
“He’s an intern at this hospital so he’s just always been busy.” She whispers in embarrassment. Don’t get her wrong, she has sex just not as much as she thought she should.
“Fucking hell.” He mumbles as he thrusts himself a bit harder into her. “No one has taken care of you in a while huh?” He bends down and kisses her again. The soft wet licks stay longer as he hears the beat of her heart. It was beating fast just like his.
“Mhm. Please Harry just fuck me.” She cries out as she takes his fingers back into her mouth. His thrusts become harder and harder as he watches her face cry in pleasure. “Oh daddy, fuck.”
“So fucking good. You’re such an angel oh shit.” His palm immediately chokes her. He couldn’t help but watch how her tits move up and down due to the force he’s putting into her.
“Let me ride you.” Her hips thrust up and meet him. Her mouth opens wide at the feeling.
“You sure about? Sure you can still take me?” His hand gives her a little slap to the cheek.
“Of course I can.” Y/N smirks. Harry immediately pulls himself off her as he lays down on the mattress himself. “You think I’m going to let you fuck me all night long. I’ve been wanting to fuck your brains out.”
“Y/N,” He smirks as he watches her straddle him. “You think you can fuck my brains out? You seem pretty fucking confident, baby.” He flicks her nipple which makes her press herself deeper onto his dick.
“I can.” She closes her eyes as Harry watches the moonlight shine on her face.
“Yeah, then show me.” He slaps the side of her thigh more harder than before. “Fuck me. Just use me then.”
“Just promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy.” her hands slide down to his waist.
“Promise.” He bites his lip and watches their wet desperate centres meet.
And in that moment, there was nothing but lust in their eyes as they fucked back and forth. Y/N moaning as Harry continued slapping her ass. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips as well due the fact there was nothing better than feeling Y/N’s desperate pussy clenching for more.
“Go on all fours.” He cries out after a few more rounds. Y/N wasn’t lying since she definitely fucked his brain out. There was nothing on their minds other than jumping each other’s bones over and over again.
Once she’s in position, he slaps her ass once again before putting himself back in.
“Oh god, shit baby.” Y/N bites the end of his pillowcase as she keeps her hands on the headboard. “You’re so big, I can’t anymore fuck.”
“I know you have one more in you, come on baby.” He pulls her hair and slaps her ass once more.
“Fuck!” She moans out as she feels his wet spit travel down her pussy. Harry immediately thrusts harder as the sweat on his neck begins to bother him. His thrusts were becoming sloppy but he needed Y/N to cum one more time.
“God, fuck me.” Harry moans out as Y/N finally cums one more time around him. Without even thinking, he releases himself inside of her and pulls her hair harder one more time. She immediately falls down as she can’t feel a thing. Harry felt her clench around him despite his need to pull himself off her.
“Baby, you have to let go.” He kisses the back of her shoulder and grips the side of her waist.
“Please don’t go.” She cries out and wipes her tears on the pillowcase. Harry slowly pulls himself off and lays on the bed beside her. He puts himself back in and wipes her tears away. His arm pulls her closer to him as he whispers one more thing into her ear.
“I love you.”
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“Glad to see you two are awake.” Y/N’s mom waits in the kitchen as she makes pancakes on the stove. “Ryan and Meghan left last night right after the reception.” She suspiciously keeps her eyes on the two as they walk together to the breakfast table. “Harry, thank you for leaving the door unlocked. We came home around one last night.” Oh shit did they hear us? Y/N looks at Harry who seems bothered as he takes a sip of the coffee in his mug.
“I didn’t hear you two.” She brings the plate to the table. “If you’re wondering Y/N.”
“Mom, it’s not what-” Her cheeks flush in an embarrassment.
“Oh please, don’t bother lying. I already lied, Harry was the one who opened the door for us.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “And Harry, don’t bother giving me an excuse. It makes sense.” She sits down with the two of them. “You always kept visiting us back home and the way your eyes watched her when she came here after her flight gave it all away.”
“Not to mention, you answering the door shirtless and Y/N not responding when we knocked on her door last night.” Y/N’s dad appears with a newspaper in hand.
“Does Ryan know?” Harry looks at Y/N and puts a pancake on her plate. Does her parents even know she’s wearing his clothes?
“Ryan saw you two leave together.” Y/N’s mom laughs. “Don’t worry, it was him and Meghan’s idea to also try and pair you guys together.”
“Wait so he’s okay with it.” Y/N speaks up after murmuring a thank you to Harry.
“Of course he is, Y/N. You guys are no longer teenagers right? So make your own choices for Christ’s sake.” Her mom states in disbelief.
“Did you know I’ve been seeing her back in high school?”
“Harry.” Y/N’s dad’s tone changed. Sounded a bit like disappointment.
“Oh god, there is more to the story?” Y/N’s mom rolls her eyes. “Alright, eat up everyone, you two have to tell us everything.”
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“So this is it.” Y/N smiles as she sits in his car. The two were currently at the airport. “I had no idea, you relocated to Boston. It makes sense why you had so many things in your room back at Ryan’s house.”
“Yeah, I transferred last year. I’m hoping to finish here, graduate and then see what else I can do.”
“What do you think this means for us?” She puts her shades on as she pulls on the sleeves of her light sweater that she was wearing over her collared shirt.
“It means that this is when I ask you if you would please be my girlfriend.” Y/N’s cheeks flush and she hides her face in her hands.
“Are you for real?” She laughs.
“Yes.” He smirks as he keeps his hands on the steering wheel.
“I will be your girlfriend, Harry.”
“Good. You’re breaking up with James right.” Y/N rolls her eyes and nods.
“I’m ending it with him, the moment I land back in the city.”
“Make some space, I might move there.” He lightly jokes but there was some truth in it. Meghan and Ryan were married, there was no need for him to take up some space in their house.
“Sure, you’ll love Seattle and Ness is there too.”
“I like that. Will you introduce me to your ex?” Y/N laughs as she opens her door.
“No.” but right before she can get out, his hand pulls her back in for a kiss. Once their lips touch, he looks at her once again.
“I love you.” He genuinely states as he watches her eyes melt in happiness.
“I love you too.” She smiles and kisses him once more. “Bye, Harry.” She hugs him across the platform and kisses his cheek too. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you more. Call me later tonight when you land yeh?”
“Okay.” She pouts. She had to catch a flight and be away from him for at least one more year.
“I love you okay, baby.” He kisses her forehead. “Bye.”
“Bye.” And with that, Y/N steps out of the car and watches him drive away. She has a plane to catch and he has some sheets to clean but that doesn't change the fact, they are finally together.
And everyone knows it.
Fini!
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CHAPTER FOUR
“the alcohol stealers”
CHAPTER THREE
SERIES MASTERLIST
MY MASTERLIST
who is max belinsky?
concept boards for the new characters
summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.
Max watched herself in the mirror. She had a long white dress on that had a cut along her left leg. She sat down on her bed and put on her casual black boots, she was not going to go far out from her comfort zone. She was not the dress user but for this occasion, she had to.
She heard Sam’s car pull on the street and a little smile appeared on her face. That rush feeling she loved was appearing on her stomach. She hadn’t done something this planned out for a long time, she was way more excited than she ever expected to be, but she couldn’t help it. She loved it.
“I see you’re wearing the dress I told you..” Max said to Sam once she was on the copilot sit of Sam’s car. “Looking good.”
“I always look good.” Sam winked at Max and she let out a little smile.
“We’re back baby.”
“We’re back!” Sam said excited. “The best partners in crime are fucking back!”
After Sam drove to where the party was, Max got out of the car on the side of the house with her backpack on her back. She saw her best friend drove away and waited for the right opportunity to start her plan. Once everyone was out of her sight, she looked up to see the balcony that was on top of her. With ease, she climbed it and was able to go inside the house. All those times where she had to climb through fences to get away from the police were helping her on that moment.
She walked through the door into the house, looking around for someone to help her. That’s when she saw a waiter walking with some bottles on his hands.
“Hello, hello..” she said softly and then walked closer to him. “Hi! Excuse me, I was looking for the bathroom and I got lost, this house is like a maze!” She let out a little fake smile. “Can you tell me where it is, please?”
The waiter pointed at the end of the hallway and she thanked him with a smile. Max took her phone out of her backpack and pretended to pick up a call, while watching the waiter walk away.
“Hello? Yes! Mom, I’m just going to the bathroom, nothing wrong with that..” she said to the phone. And then what Max wanted, happend. The waiter went inside a room and then came out of it holding not even a single bottle of alcohol. “Mom! I have to go, I found the bathroom, stop being so annoying! Gosh!” Max said annoyed when the waiter passed next to her and kept walking towards the other end of the hallway.
She made sure he was out of her sight before walking towards the room. “Checkpoint!” She said when the door was opened and the light was on. The room was full of alcohol of any kind, from the floor to the ceiling. “This is a piece of cake.” She said with a smile.
“Not so fast, princess.” Max recognised the voice immediately. She turned to see JJ standing behind her with his arms across his chest. He had a backpack on and was dress formal, with a white button shirt and a black bow tie.
“I’m not surprised we had the same idea.” She said while JJ walked inside the room and closed the door behind him. “But were is John B?”
“I’m not going to say our plan to you, princess. Don’t try to trick me.” He shook his head.
Max opened her backpack and started to put as much bottles she could inside. “C’mon! It’s not like I can do anything about it now.” She watched the time on her phone. “We have to be at the balcony in ten minutes before the deadline, whatever it is, I can’t change mine.”
“I guess that’s true...” JJ said while questioning if he should talk, but when he saw that there was no chance Max could do something with it, he continued talking. “John B is at the kitchen. That’s our second part of the plan.” Max gave JJ and approval nod. “Now you have to tell me yours.”
“Uh, no, I’m not that stupid.” Max shook her head and JJ opened his mouth offended.
“C’mon! I told you ours!”
“Yeah! Big mistake!” Max let out a laugh and then added when JJ shook his head. “I’m kidding, Sam is at the back, were the trucks come and leave the food and drinks.”
“Alright, we’ll see who wins then.” JJ nodded and they both closed their backpacks when they were finally full with bottles.
They both carefully went to the balcony that Max climbed earlier, making sure no one was around. Luckily for them, those halls where as empty as the beach on a storm day. As soon as they stopped outside, John B appeared behind them with a huge smile on his face while holding three beer bottles with his hands.
“Look at that! That’s my boy!” JJ said while grabbing the bottles and putting them on his backpack. “Were is Sam?” He asked with a proud smile. He looked down at his watch and then shook his head. “Less than five minutes, princess.”
Max rolled her eyes and watched her phone impatiently, moving the end of her foot up and down.
“Three minutes..” John B said. He then did a handshake with JJ with a tiny celebration thinking that they were going to win. But interrupting their little happy moment, Sam walked into the room with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello..” she said. She lifted into the air the three bottles she had on her hands and Max watched how JJ and John B’s smiles disappeared from their faces.
“A tie?!” JJ asked annoyed. But Max turned to Sam and she gave her a little nod with a smile.
“Care to do the honours, Max?” Sam asked.
“Of what?” John B asked confused.
“Oh! Right, it slipped my mind! See, JJ, when I was telling you our plan I totally forgot about this other thing that we had under our sleeves.” JJ crossed his arms around his chest while listening to Max’s words carefully. “We all know how Kooks are on this kind of parties, they get distracted... they get drunk, they dance all night, leaving their drinks completely unintended on random tables. Sam, I think is better if you show them.” Max finished and Sam nodded with a smile, lifting her dress to let her legs out in the open and showing little tubes filled with alcohol attached to her leg.
“What the fuck?!” John B asked surprised. JJ covered his face with his hands frustrated.
Max looked at Sam proudly of her plan and she just shrugged her shoulders. “Never underestimate a girl in a dress I guess.”
“Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” Sam and Max yelled at the same time once the boys stepped out of John B’s van.
“As the losers, we bought pizza for the winners and we like to congratulate them.” John B said and Sam applauded excited.
“I still don’t know how you pulled that off without being caught.” Sarah said to Sam.
“True, I didn’t even see you back at the party.” Kie added.
Sam shrugged her shoulders and then said with a smile. “Practice.” Max looked at her friend with a proud smile knowing damn well she enjoyed the compliments.
“Well, I guess you’re never going to live this down, are you?” JJ asked to Max once he sat down next to her in front of the fire that the Kie prepared at The Chateau.
She pretended to think about it but then quickly nodded. “If feels good to know that I’m better than you.” She said with a smile.
“Beginners luck.” JJ reached out to grab a piece of pizza and then went back to be close to Max.
“Yeah, if that makes you sleep well at night.”
“That’s not what makes me sleep well at night.” He said with a smirk and Max rolled her eyes, but a little smile escaped her mouth before she could do anything about it.
“Hey, has anyone seen Pope?” Sarah asked.
“I saw him at the party working with his dad like he told us, but after that, I didn’t see him.” Sam said shaking his head.
“He’s probably helping wrap things up.” John B said not giving much thought into it.
“Alright.” Max said getting up. “I’m getting another beer. Anyone want one?”
Sarah, John B and Sam lifted their arms into the air and Max stood there looking around. “Well... that’s more than I expected. I was just being nice..”
“I’ll help you.” JJ said before anyone could say anything else.
They both walked inside the house and immediately headed to the kitchen. Once Max had enough beers out of the fridge, she put them on top of the counter to look for the opener.
“Found it!” JJ said when Max turned around.
“Huh, I was about to do that.”
“Well, great minds think alike.” He said and Max took her hand to her chest and pretended to be tearing up.
“Was that a compliment? A genuine compliment? Wow.” She wiped a fake tear from her cheek and JJ just shook his head with a smile.
“I’m already regretting it.” Max let out a little laugh.
“Well, don’t. I said thank you for when you were ready to fight that Kook because he said something about me. That was a compliment, because normally, I would just say back off and don’t help me.”
“See? I like this thing that we have going on. We both do something that would get us in trouble, I flirt with you, you hate me for it, and then we thank each other for whatever reason.” JJ nodded proudly but Max shook her head.
“Well, we can get rid of the flirting scene.”
“But that’s my favourite part! And, I’m pretty sure that deep down you love it too.” Max shook her head even more quickly than before. “Don’t deny it! I can already see us in the future, you finally fall for me and you can’t keep your hands off me.”
“Uh, uh. If we fall in the future, you’re the one who can’t keep their hands of me.”
“Alright.” JJ nodded and left the opener on the counter. “Let’s settle this right now-”
“Don’t even try JJ.” Max cut him off.
“At least let me finish!”
“I know what you’re going to say!”
“Oh, you do?” A little smirk appeared on his face.
“Yeah, you’re going to say let’s make out or some shit and see who can’t keep their hands off the other!” Max made her voice deeper to imitate JJ’s.
JJ quickly nodded. “Alright, I accept.”
“What?” Max asked confused. But when a the smirk on JJ’s face went even bigger, she understood. “Ohh, I see what you did there.” He let out a loud laugh and Max punched him in the arm.
“Ouch!”
“Don’t be a little baby..” Max said rolling her eyes.
“In all seriousness, you did good tonight.” JJ said when he finished opening the bottles. “I’m not so sad about losing against you.” He handed Max a bottle and then they both toasted. “To a next challenge and me winning.”
“Keep dreaming Maybank.” Max said before taking a sip from her bottle.
They both stared at each other while their bottles were on their mouths. She looked at those blue eyes, feeling like they were looking at her soul. Max would never say it out loud, but JJ was really attractive. She couldn’t help but watched his arms when they tensed up from grabbing all the beer bottles. She took another sip trying to think of sometime else, but the way that shirt was tight around his arms was extremely difficult to not think about them once she noticed.
“Uh... I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right there.” She said and JJ just nodded. She took two steps but then stopped when a yell from outside caught her attention. JJ and her looked at each other confused.
“Pope!” She recognised Kie’s voice, and without hesitating, she followed JJ outside the house.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Going Home chapter 3
Summary: Apple meets the brothers for the first time. The brothers would learn something new about Santi,and so will Apple.
Note: this is has been a labor of love. thanks again to @autumnleaves1991-blog,and @aellynera for helping me spitball ideas for this series,and the courage to write. There are some Oscar Isaac easter eggs in this. See if yall noticed them.
Warning: fluff. having fun on Karaoke night. Major smut(18+) happening towards the end. under 18 readers should not be reading that part
Apple was kind of nervous. She is gonna meet his friends.As much he talks about them.feels like she already knows them. Both of them got home at the same time. Which was a good thing. Both of them change into something comfortable. Jeans and tees. Santi kisses her cheek," relax mi armour. There is nothing to get nervous about. Benny and Will are fun to be around.you will fit right in." She picks up her bag as they get ready to go to have a fun filled evening.
The rest of the boys arrived at St. JAMES INFIRMARY. A local hangout. Where three of them used to come to have fun. Even though they could not drink back then, they would do the annual open Mike night,and play pool. Frankie brought them their drink,and sits down. Will is the first one to speak,"so what is Santiago's like? You said you grew up with her?" Fish giggles," she is something. Tomboy. Fun to be around with. Always there to help. She went into the Army as well.She was a medic. It tore Santiago apart when we all went our separate ways. He always depended on her. For advice." Benny looks up from his glass to see Santi and Apple walking in. He sees his friends. Smiling as they went to the table. He introduces Benny and will to Apple. First thing out of his mouth," so how did you come up with the nickname,Applejacks?" Apple leans against the other booth," that is simple really. Santi gave it to me since I always ate Apple jacks for breakfast. It was fitting. I'm the one who gave him the nickname, Sharpshooter." the look on the brothers was priceless. Seems like they never heard that nickname. Santi sips his drink," she gave me that nickname for never missing my target when we used to go shooting as kids." Benny chuckles," nice to know you had another nickname. I like it. Explain your shooting skills,but I'll still call you Pope though."
Santiago knew the day would come to tell her how he got his nickname. Knowing it was not his proudest moment. Heck! He was young and did stupid shit. Not to mention he was exploring his sexuality,and could not help it if he was handsome! Time for him to confess to his friend. Before he goes back to the others. Ordered himself a couple of shots of Tequila to take the edge off. So good to have his friends to back him up. Santi is afraid of what his Apple would do. Will she understand or would she blow her stack? No time like the present to tell her. He sits next to Apple and takes a deep breath, “ I wanna tell you sweetheart. I was young and didn't know what I was doing. Heck bet you did some stuff when you were young that you regretted. This is how I got the nickname Pope. First of all . you want to hear the clean version, the raunchy one or both?” Apple sighed,and took his hands into her soft ones,” Just tell me. Hold nothing back. I’m ready for you to spill your guts.” Santi takes a deep breath,” Reason i got the name Pope is because when I was making out with a lady. She would scream “pope” which the others in the barracks heard. Another reason is when I did something wrong I would go to church every Sunday to repent my sins. Lastly, if my mom were to find out I did not attend church? I would get the worst beating from her when I went home on leave.” After he mentioned his mom. Santi takes another shot,and a weird face when he mentions his mom. How he missed her. Tried so hard to be the son she wanted him to be. Knowing she is proud of him when he went to Columbia to make a difference over there. He got up from the table and went outside so he could get some air. Poor Santi. Her passing is taking a toll on his heart. There were times he would be walking around his old home soaking up all the memories of her. Apple went out to look for him,and saw him sitting on a bench. Head in his hands,and felt Apple’s hand touching his shoulder which caused him to flinch. Looks to his right,and sees his angel.one person he needs right now. Pulls her close to him. Runs his hand on her arm while he tries to calm down. All she could do is comfort him,” it's alright honey, let it all out. I’m here for you. Not going anywhere. For the reason you got your nickname? Well.. you were young. Exploring the other side of yourself. Don't worry about me getting mad about it. Like the old saying,” what is in the past stays in the past.”. Santi wipes his eyes. Thinking how lucky he can be to have Apple by his side? They sat outside for a few moments so he could calm down enough so they could go back inside to enjoy his friends. No! His family.
Both of them went back inside to see what was going on. Oh right! Karaoke night At St. James. This is gonna be fun. As both of them go back to their booth, they see Will sipping on his beer. Watching the acts and Frankie and Benny arguing on what song to do. Apple asked Will,” Are you gonna go up there? “ Will takes another sip of his beer,” Not my thing. Benny is the talented one of the family. Are you gonna go and make an ass out of yourself with them?” Apple took a sip of her drink,” Yep, I’m pretty good,but not as good as Santi though.He is so amazing. That voice would make anyone feel better. Wait! Ya’ll never heard him sing or play a guitar?” Will shakes his head. Wonder why Shooter never told his friends about his beautiful talent. Only her and Frankie knew about it. No time like the present for Sharp shooter “Pope'' Garcia to go up on that stage to show his friends what he can do. Apple went over to the bartender she knew to see if he still had an old guitar so Santi could play. Score! He did,and went to get it. Santi sees what is going on, so he leans on the counter whispering to Apple,” What are you up to? Wait! No no! Not gonna happen. Nope sorry! Not happening!” Apple kisses him,” Come on! It would be okay!! You have an amazing voice!! What? Will and Benny tease you about it? I don't think they would! Time to have some fun!! Or i can go up there and sing with you?” Santi smiled.” If I were to do it. We are going to sing From the edge of the deep green sea.” She smiled,” you got it!!”
Both got on stage to get ready to sing. Apple whispers.” Have fun. I got your six. “ Santi smiled and started to play the guitar. The audience got quiet as they started to sing. It was like magic in the air.Santi got so into the song as he was singing. So did she. They always sing it when they hear it on the radio. Benny and Frankie went back to their booth. Benny whispers,” never have guessed it.Pope can sing and play a guitar. He has been holding out on us.`` Frankie said,” I knew. When he is in a good place. He would be singing and playing guitar. His dad taught him. When he died. Pope stopped playing. Now seeing him play right now? It is a miracle.” After the song ended. The audience went crazy. They wanted more!! Santi told them he would play again soon. Apple hugs him tight,” Tell me! Was that fun? Your dad would be proud of you!” He rubs his neck and sighs,” yeah, it was fun. Think i felt both of my parents while I was up there.” When he said that broke her heart.Thought she did a good thing for him to get up there. Both of them went to join the others. Benny and Will gave them a huge hug. Benny pats Santi on the back.” Yall are so Fucking good up there! How can Frankie and I top that!!” Frankie laughed. Time for them to go up there. Apple, Will,and Santi sat down to watch them sing a party song. Will knows what the song was. Every song that was drilled into everyone's head Friends in low places by Garth Brooks is his go to song. How did he ever persuade Frankie to do this with him is a mystery!! When they started to sing. It was so much fun watching them dance as well!! Apple went to the karaoke player to pick out her song.
Santi wondered what she would pick. It could be anything. After they finished their performance. Time for Apple to do her thang. Her song choice was I’ll be your shelter by one of her favorites, Taylor dayne. When the song started to play. Santi knew it!! Love how she moves when she sings that!! Every now and then she would wink at Santi. Then he blew a kiss to her. When the song ended. He took the guitar and went on stage and sat on a stool,and took the mike,” i want to dedicate this song i wrote years ago. It’s about a person I thought about nonstop for the last few years. My best friend. Whom I never would never see again. It is called Never had. “ Apple was in awe!! How sweet is that!! He would look at her while he was singing. Took her breath away!! When he played the last chord. Everyone got up from their seats and applauded and lots of cheers. Santi went right over to Apple to hug her,and the boys went over to hug him. She is so proud of him!! It was getting late so everyone said their goodbyes. Apple lays her head on Santi's shoulder while he drives.
What a night!! Full of laughs and tears. Now that is over. All they want to do is go home and be alone with one anotherAs they pulled the car under the carport. All she could think about was what had happened that evening. Learned about Santi’s other nickname and him singing a song he wrote just for her. Made her heart flutter! He is so sweet and oh so talented! She is so worn out! Yawns and goes inside so she could shower and go to bed. As soon Apple sits on her bed. Pulled off her jacket, shoes and her jeans. That is when she lays on her bed and falls asleep.
Santi goes around the house. To make sure everything is locked. Turns off the lights,and goes upstairs. Sees his love fast asleep. Sits on the bed.Moved some hair out of her face. Kisses her forehead, that caused Apple to open her eyes. Gave Santi a sweet smile,and he kissed her again,” Can see someone is tired. Want me to help you put your pjs on or you want to sleep in your tee?” Apple smiles and sits up while rubbing her shoulder,” was gonna take a shower.but guess i didn’t make huh” Santi chuckled,” nope you didn't honey. How about we both take that shower together,and we can snuggle?’
Apple nods and he pulls her up so she can undress. Santi has other plans, pulls her tee over her head,and places a kiss on her neck and shoulder. Causes her to moan,and leans close to him as he undoes her bra. She was so lost when he touched her! Her head rests on his shoulder as he continues his kiss fest.While her hands wrapped around his waist. Pulls up his tee so she could feel his warm skin. Santi looks down at her with a smirk,” thought you were tired hermosa? Or you were fibbing . “ Apple giggled,” I’m still tired. Could not help it! You are so close to me. Could resist the freaking urge!!” he throws the bra on the floor. Staring at the beauty that sits before him. That is when she covers her breast. Not because she was shy or anything. It was getting rather cold. Santi picks her up,and carries her to the bathroom. While the water is heating up. Apple sits on the counter while Santi slowly undresses in front of her. What a sight to see. Tanned from head to toe. Well toned body. Even Though it was not the first time Apple has seen him naked since he has been home,it still takes her breath away. Santi still in his boxers ,and her still in her thong. Started to share a lustful kiss. Tongues searching eachothers mouths. Santi pulls her off the counter,and takes her thong off with a swift hand, then he takes his boxers off as they enter the shower. Leans Apple under the water as he kisses every part of her body he wanted to kiss the first night he came home. Which sends her over the edge! Now it is her turn to touch santi. She kissed him slowly at first. Then let her hands roam. Rubbed his pecks, kissed his nipples that caused him to moan her name loudly. Saves his fine ass for last.
Santi could not take it any longer, he kissed her again. Caused apple to gasp for air. His kisses always took her breath away. Santi finds her body wash,and rubs some on his hands so he can rub it on her. She closes her eyes as he rubs it on her. Moans his name as he reaches her thighs! She is putty in his hands. All she could do is hold on to him. God she is gonna explode when he rubs her clit! Wraps her arms round Santi’s waist so she could steady herself. Santi whispers,” i know you like what I'm doing to you, mi amor. Let me take care of you. Want to make you come like crazy.”
Apple kisses his neck as he continues his quest. Which causes her body to quiver. Something she had never experienced before! Does not want this to end!! She wants to touch santi so badly! Felt his fingers going inside her. Let out a scream,” Santi! Don't stop! Please take me now!! “ Santi smiles as he continues to mark her neck,” Hold on baby! Want to get inside you,but you have to wait! Can you do that for me?” Apple nods when he turns off the water,and dries her off ,and carries her to her bed. Lays her down gently so he towers over her. Looks into those beautiful eyes he loves so much. This is what he needs now. After his emotional breakdown about his mom. He needs to focus on one thing that makes him happy. Is soulmate. Kisses her again slowly touching her. She could feel his bulge between her legs. Wished he would just stop teasing her and just get inside of her already!! Closes her eyes as Santi goes to work again. When he gets to her inner thighs again. Then licks her clit again . loves how sweet she tastes,and he looks into her eyes,” you ready for me i see hermosa.? Hang on for just one more moment. Need to get you wet for me. Then you will receive the gift you want so much.”
When he is sucking her pussy , Apple lets out a scream of desire that causes her to grab hold of the headrest. It is the signal he is ready for,” ready for me to rock you like a fucking hurricane baby?” Apple giggles.” Can't resist you with a line like that shooter. So fuck me already!!” Santi is so ready to enter her. His cock enters her slowly and does not want to hurt her. Lays on top of her as he grinds her slowly. She whimpers.” I'm about to come baby!! Feel so fucking good!!” Santi whispers .” not yet my love. Hold on till i say. “ Apple moans ,” Can't hold it in much longer please baby!!” That when she finally comes. This was his plan. For her to explode. Santi finally calms down so he could kiss the come from her pussy. Then goes into the bathroom to get a cloth to wash off the rest he could not reach. Apple’s eyes were about to close when he finished cleaning her up. Santi lays beside her, rubs her cheek . she leans to his touch,and lays on her side facing him. Looking at him with love in her eyes. Rubs his cheek,” You know , i still can't get the song out of my head. That was the sweetest thing you have ever done for me. I love you santi!!”
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Never Go Home Again, Pt. VIII || JJ Maybank x Reader
Words: 4102 (jeez, making up for a short last episode??)
Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking
Pt. Warnings: Breaking and entering? / underage drinking
Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads
Pt. Summary: Midsummers takes place as the pogues make headway in the hunt, Y/N struggles with her two friends’ enmity.
A/N: okay so longgg chapter. hope it’s not too bad, and i only hv one chapter left in my drafts so im gonna have to start writing instead of just editing... hopefully updates will stay just as frequent tho. lemme know abt tags and feedback, and pleaseeeeeee send requests!!! lockdowns giving way too much time.
Chapters linked in my masterlist.
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You borrowed your dad’s car, and dressed in the simplistic, elegant dress intended for your prom back in LA, you arrived at the party.
You found yourself surrounded in summery cocktail dresses and flower crowns, tuxedos that ranged from elegant dark blue to pastel pinks, a couple of floral patterns spicing up the mix. Soft lights hung loosely over the patio, lights hardly noticeable in the soft, bright hue of the evening, the sun yet to fall into the glittering sea stretched out from the view in the hotel. You worked your way through the silks, chiffons and satins. Drinks were pushed into your hand, tapas offered and awkward smiles shared. By the time you found Kie, you were armed with a glass of champagne and the feeling of not belonging. She laughed at your already exhausted smile, and had dragged you to find Pope. Once you were with Kie, it took twice as long to get anywhere, because everyone seemed to stop her and ask about her parents, the restaurant, or to offer criticism on her choice of friends, giving you side-eye. You were the one who spotted Pope, pointing him out and letting her drag you over to him.
“Excuse me, sir,” Kie mocked a British accent, “do we have to shuck these ourselves? ‘Cause it might mess up my costume.”
You all laughed, hugging him in greeting. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Pope returned the joke, doing your pogue handshake.
“That accent was bad.” You shook your head.
“Yeah, it was. I was gonna let it go.” She laughed, “Y/N’s is way better.”
“Oh stop it!” you joked, in your British accent, pretending to blush, “You’re making me blush.”
“You ever seen this many kooks in one place?” Kie asked.
“Yeah, last year.” Pope grinned.
“We’re in the lion’s den.” You sighed. “Hey, have either of you heard from JJ?”
They looked at you sympathetically, shaking their heads.
“He’ll be alright.” Kie soothed. “He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”
“In the month I’ve known him, this is the longest I’ve gone without hearing from him.” You sighed, and Pope looked down guiltily.
“This is my fault.”
“You didn’t do this, Pope.” you assured him, “Topper almost killed you, remember? JJ chose to, you know him, always putting others first. You can’t carry the blame, that’s not fair on you.”
You turned to the noise of an applaud, seeing Sarah and her family entering. You held back a snigger at the sight of Rose’s crown, but smiled at Sarah, who smiled back.
“Here come Lord Capital and the exploiters.” Kie sighed.
“She’s definitely gonna poke someone’s eye out with that.” Pope commented, and you looked back at Rose’s headdress, this time unable to contain the giggle.
You chatted for a while longer, finishing the lavish champagne and wanting to have some fun. You had practically dragged Kie to the dance floor, making her dance with you as a steady flow of drinks passed both your systems. Eventually, she was summoned to talk with her parents, leaving you alone on the dance floor. Before long, you found yourself dancing with Sarah, spinning her round, and exaggerating the both of your moves, mocking the way the adults were dancing. You went to get a drink after a few songs, and walked straight into JJ.
He was just as surprised as you, but you reacted quickly, pulling him down into a soft kiss by his collar. You looked over your shoulder, blushing at the sight of Pope and Kie clapping and giving you thumbs up. You turned your attention to him, tracing your thumb over his split lip and the bruises on the left side of his face. The dark cut contrasted the pink of his lips, and the bruises looked a painful, mottled purple that spread over his jaw and up to his cheek bone.
“JJ,” you murmured, “Did your dad do this?”
“My dad, got a nice right jab, ya know?” he tried to joke, seeing the worry in your eyes. The light he hoped would return to your eyes stayed gone, as anger took over your features.
“JJ, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” you seethed, “He had no fucking-”
“Y/N,” he said, cupping your face, “leave it, okay? It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.”
“JJ that’s not making me feel any bet-”
He kissed you again, taking you off guard, and you smiled softly when he pulled away. “I gotta go,” he mumbled, “I’ll see you in a bit, I promise, babygirl.”
You nodded dumbly as he walked away, turning back to Sarah, and seeing her wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you. You rolled your eyes at her, making an excuse to leave, and walked over to Kie, who started pestering you for details, which you supplied. Your discussion with Kie was cut short by the sight of JJ being hauled out of the house and into the garden.
“Hey, Mr Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you. I’m actually gonna down that.” he took the drink, and, well, downed it. “It’s okay everybody!” he yelled, “Do not panic. Leave it to the men and women in uniform! Let’s hear it for them!” he shouted, making you and Kie smirk, trying to hide your giggles. “Rose! You look like lady liberty. Good to see you again. Hey, buddy, can I have one of those?”
“Let go of him!” You called, working your way towards him.
“You can’t just boot him!” Kie backed you, ignoring the warning looks you were both getting from her parents. He looked up at you, a tiny smile on his face. “I invited him here! I’m a member of this club.” she continued through her parent’s protests. JJ turned and pushed the guard into the crowd, stumbling in the opposite direction.
“Sorry about that! Hey,” he pointed at you and Kie, “mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie, Y/N. Pope, you as well, alright? Rixon’s cove, let’s roll! A’ight Y/N, come on!” You grinned, he turned to Kie, “Workers of the world unite, throw off your chains!”
Kie and Pope ran ahead, both hugging John B, and you ran straight into JJ’s arms, letting him swing you around and kiss you, for once, not caring that everyone was staring.
--
“Hey, guys, so like, my dad’s already gonna kill me.” Pope said as you all settled around the campfire. “So what’s this mandatory meeting about?”
John B shot finger guns to JJ, who looked up, “Might as well tell him, man, before we’re all gaffed.”
“You ready for this? John B replied.
You and Kie looked at each other, “Yeah.” you said, in unison.
“So, the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.” John B started.
“Here we go again.” You muttered, settling into JJ’s side.
“No, alright? Wait. Hear him out, alright?” JJ backed John B, and you frowned, shrugging and gesturing for him to continue.
“It’s been here the whole time. It’s on the island.”
“Are you serious?” Kie asked. “Oh my God.”
“I’d like to voice my skepticism.” Pope spoke.
“I’m sure you would, Pope, but can I please present you with my evidence, Sir?”
“Proceed.” Pope mocked.
“Alright, so, in my backpack, I have a letter from Denmark Tanny.”
“Who the fuck’s that?” You questioned.
“Denmark Tanny was a slave who survived the Royal merchant wreck. Check this out.” he handed Kie some paper, “So slaves weren’t mentioned as crew members on the ship, but my dad, he found the complete manifest. That was his big discovery. So Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom.” Kie passed you the paper. “After that, he bought his farm. Drumroll please,” you drumrolled on your thighs, “because that farm is… Tannyhill Plantation.”
“Tannyhill?” Kie affirmed. You passed Pope the paper.
“Yeah.” John B continued, “so after that, he used his money to free even more slaves. And then he sold a shit ton of rice, which pisses off all the white planters, and then they decide to lynch him. So on the day they were coming to get him, he writes a letter to his son as a farewell, and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about where to find the gold.”
“Where?” You whisper excitedly.
“Harvest the wheat, in parcel nine, near the water. Except, there’s no wheat. You see, wheat is code for gold. Check this out.” he shows you another piece of paper, and a map. “The gold is in parcel nine, near the water.” you and Kie squeal, laughing excitedly, “All we need is an original survey map of the property, and we’ve found the gold!”
“Okay, so, this might have a small chance of actually being true.” Pope said, and JJ got up from beside you.
“Dude,” you laughed, “this is like, King Tut!”
JJ pulled John B into a hug, lifting him up. “Hello, fire! You’re near the fire. You’re gonna burn.” John B warned, and JJ put him down. “I’m so proud of you right now.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s really sweet of you.” JJ looked at you, “And jeez, Y/N, what is it with you and Tutankhamun?”
“4th Grade history?” You guessed.
“Okay, so, guys,” Pope brought the attention back. “What’s the plan?”
“Good question.” John B agreed.
“How long does this go on for?” you moaned, “Wrap it up, JB.”
“Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight.” he simplified. “And she’ll bring the original survey.”
“Hold on.” Kie stopped him, “Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?”
“This is gonna be good.” JJ muttered, and you raised your eyebrows at him.
“Sarah, um, she - she helped me into the archives at Chapel Hill yesterday, and that’s where I got the letter.”
“You were in Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?” Kie frowned, anger contorting her features.
“Are you guys macking?” you asked, a disbelieving smirk on your lips.
“He was mackin’ on her.” JJ confirmed, interrupting John B’s pitiful attempts at an explanation, and earning him a giggle from you.
“For real?” you asked John B.
“I wasn’t macking.” John B defended.
“You were totally macking Sarah Cameron.” JJ repeated.
“I wasn’t macking on her, okay? I was using her for access.”
“There was access, alright.” JJ mumbled, earning another giggle.
“Okay,” you piped up, “JB you should have consulted first, Kie, she obviously did something shitty, but JB, using her is pure shitty, so you better just be covering for yourself right now.”
He looked at you defeated, and you groaned. “Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kie asked.
“I was just trying to get into the archives!”
“Is that a yes?”
“I left out key details!”
“Yo, what? You let a kook in on our secret? What about Pogue Lyfe? What about the t-shirt company, bro?”
“I was just using her for information.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“I’m tryna make us filthy rich here! Okay, so that we can pay off a boat, or - or, uh, send you to autopsy school to study dead bodies! Look, you guys know me! Do I look like the kind of person who would fall for Sarah Cameron?”
You and JJ made eye contact, “well..” you started.
“Um.” he chuckled.
“Do you want us to answer that, or-”
“Just - just stop.” John B looked at the pair of you, defeated.
“Look, you don’t know her yet, I do! You can’t trust her!”
“Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club.” Pope pointed out.
“Rafe and Sarah are different human beings.” John B countered.
“What did she do to you, exactly?” you asked Kie, wandering how she could hate your friend so much.
“She’s like a - a spitting cobra. First she - first she blinds you and then she-”
“This is a bad analogy.” you mumbled.
“Listen to me!” Kie demanded, “Whatever we get, she’s gonna try to take.”
--
You and JJ were lying on your bed, not having bothered to get changed before getting under the covers. You interlocked your fingers with his, snuggling closer, your eyes barely open. “What do you think Sarah did?”
JJ turned his head to look at you, he could tell it was tearing you up. “I… don’t know.” JJ sighed, defeated. “I’ve known Kie for years, and she’s never talked about it.”
“Sarah was super kind to me, I don’t understand why Kie is so against her. It’s so shitty, ‘cause they’re both my friends, and I want them to get on, but they obviously won’t.”
“They might?” JJ muttered, thinking.
“C’mon, Jay, you know it’s impossible. And I don’t even know what happened between them, so I can’t fix it.”
“You know it’s not up to you to fix it, right?”
“So why do I feel like I have to?”
“Because you’re an empathetic, kind, brilliant person?”
“Jay,” you groaned, as he kissed you, “Be serious!”
“I am.” he mumbled, kissing you again.
“You’re infuriating,” you giggled, “you know that?”
“It’s all part of my brand.”
“Your brand?”
“Oh yeah, super-hot surfer pogue, insanely funny, get’s the best weed on the island, you know, the usual.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Hey! At least I have a brand!”
“Is that a comment aimed at me?” you mocked offence.
“I mean, your brand is ‘mysterious new girl’.”
“You think I’m mysterious?”
“I mean, yeah, none of us know, like, why you moved or anything about you.”
Your heart twinged, but you covered for yourself, mocking him, “It’s all part of my brand.”
--
“I’m sorry, you’re staying where?” Kie passed John B to get to the bar, the group having gathered in the Wreck.
“Tannyhill.” John B repeated, and you shook your head, disbelieving.
“So you’re living with Sarah Cameron?”
“Okay, look, the only reason I’m living there is because her dad bailed me out, right?”
“I still can’t believe you got pushed off that wooden frame thing.” You muttered, and he smirked, fighting down a laugh as you and Kie went to the group’s table.
“And it’s way better than foster care,” he continued, “which, by the way, where I was about to go if Ward didn’t-”
“Hey, so do you have membership to the clubs now?” Pope asked.
“I don’t know, Pope.”
“What about those little golf carts that they drive around?” JJ added, “You get one of them?”
“Does it come with a sweater-vest, or do you have to buy one of those on your own?” You add.
“Look, you promised.” Kie brought the focus back, like always. “You said you weren’t with her.”
“Bro, just own it.” JJ backed, “She got you.”
“Look if you wanna hang out with her, that’s fine.” Kie sighed, “I mean, Y/N sometimes hangs out with her. But I’m letting you know right now that I’m not doing anything with Sarah.”
“Do you guys see her here?” John B pointed out, “No, right. Okay. A little focus would be fantastic. We’ve got the map, right?”
“It’s all out of whack ‘cause the guy was ganja’d when he drew it.” JJ commented.
“No,” you corrected, “the coastline changed, dummy.”
“So we just have to look for landmarks that haven’t changed.” Pope clarified.
“What about the old forts?” John B suggested.
“You know, the more you guys talk, the more I realise that I know nothing about this island.” You observed, treasuring the feeling of JJ running a hand through your hair.
“Battery Jasper.” Kie pointed.
“Let’s go.” you stood up, leading the group out to the VW.
John B drove, none of you really paying attention until you reached the landmark.
The five of you looked out over the island, expansive green leading to expansive blue, you were at a high point. “We’re in battery, right here.” Pope points on the map. “So if this is parcel nine, then it’s somewhere northeast of here.”
“Somewhere over there.” Kie points, and you take JJ’s juul off him, taking a puff, then handing it back.
“Over there?” JJ followed the point. “Guys, that’s not Tannyhill, that’s a subdivision.”
“Tannyhill Plantation used to be the entire island.” reminded John B. “It got sold into smaller pieces over time.”
Pope inspected the map again, “So we’re just looking for an old stone wall.”
You ventured back to the Twinkie, following Pope’d instructions, again. John B took a sharp left, pulling up next to an overgrown stone wall.
“That looks like a stone wall to me.” JJ said, almost proud.
“This is it.” Pope confirmed. Your car doors clattered open as you hopped out of the car.
“Not the Crain House.” John B sighed.
“Are you kidding me?” Kie repeated the sentiment.
“Worst case scenario.” JJ confirmed.
“Why’d it have to be here of all places?” Pope asked.
“Hang on a second.” You turned to your friends, your lack of apprehension standing out in the group. “It’s just a house. What’s the big deal?”
“I heard Mrs Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ told you. You all looked at him, the other’s in fear, you in skepticism.
“Well that’s bullshit.” you shrugged, taking a hold of the top of the wall and pulling yourself up, throwing your legs over and landing in the overgrown thicket. You pricked yourself in the brambles, and swore. The pogues on the other side of the wall immediately started asking if you were okay, making you giggle. “Just be careful of the brambles.”
Once they were all on the inside, you began to venture inwards. “Look, Y/N, you know whose house this is, right?”
“Some old lady’s?” you guessed, and were greeted with four unimpressed stares.
“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories of this place.” John B joined your skepticism, but was shushed by Pope.
“Which stories did you hear?” JJ asked Kie.
“The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she’s been holed up ever since.” said Kie, making you snort. “On certain nights, when the moon is full…”
You saw where it was going, and joined in with Kie’s mockingly spooky hand movements as she finished, “... you can see her in the window!” the pair of you giggled.
“No, girls, it’s not funny, ‘cause it’s all true.” JJ shook his head, as you and Kie made ‘Waah’ noises. “I swear to God guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis. Jeez!”
You smirked, “Yeah, jeez. Who knew you were superstitious? And who’s Hollis?”
“Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?” asked Pope.
“Who’s Hollis?” you repeated, ignored again.
“Yeah, dude.” JJ confirmed.
“Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?”
“Dude, who is Hollis Crain?” you mocked Pope’s anxious movements.
“She was my babysitter, man. She told me all about it.” He looked around the group, “She told me the truth… about her mother and what happened in this house.”
“And what would that be?” You asked, still skeptical as you looked up to the unkempt house.
“So as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night.”
“What night?”
“It all came back to her.” JJ turned to look at the house, “When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in the sink full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger. The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlour constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head, looking straight back at her.”
“God, you are so full of shit.” you and John B outburst in unison.
“Dude, I swear to God, man.” JJ shook his head.
“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.
“She didn’t have time.” you and John B started to walk on, only to be grabbed and pulled back by JJ.
“What?” you asked, confused. He turned to John B.
“You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer. You got a cast on.”
“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer, okay? I got nothing to lose, right? You comin’, or what?”
You follow John B through the garden, and he gathers you in a semicircle. “So here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.”
“Okay, like, what kind of water?” asked Pope, “Like, pond water?”
JJ chuckled, “Bong water?” you slapped his arm lightly.
“It just said look for water, okay?”
“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kie moved past John B.
“You wanna complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was gonna be easy.”
“I’ll search the northeast quadrant,” Pope started, addressing you and JJ, “you two search the northwest.”
“The decapitation quadrant?” JJ objected, and you took his arm, pulling him with you.
You scanned your area, coming up empty, then followed John B into the basement. You went in before JJ, who started singing a song about how Mrs Crain was going to kill you all.
You and Pope turned, shining your torches in his face.
“Can you stop?” You hissed, and he shut up.
You swung the torch light over the room, the broken and discarded furniture giving the room a horror-movie vibe. You’d never admit it, but you were beginning to feel creeped.
“This is the part of the movie where we get attacked by the old, half-dead blind lady.” You muttered, and JJ nodded, gesturing to you as if you had predicted the future, the others rolling their eyes.
“See any water?” Kie asked, five torches sweeping around the place. You felt a tickle on your arm and slapped, your palm coming away with the brown stain of squished insect. “Another dead end?”
JJ ran his hand on the pipes, “There’s not even water on the pipes.”
“There’s no water here.” Pope confirmed as you slapped another bug, noticing that it was a mosquito.
“Not a dropamino.” JJ continued.
“Know why we didn’t find it?” Kie piped up, “Bad karma.”
“Oh, God, here we go.” John B muttered.
“You know, we had a good thing going. And then you decide to rope in Barbie, and now the trail’s gone dry.”
“Literally,” smirked, “there’s no water.”
“Coincidence?” Kie continued as Pope and JJ sniggered, “Probably not.”
“This is exactly why I didn’t wanna tell you about Sarah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What the hell’s the deal? What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Is it because I kissed you? Is that the problem?”
Your eyes widened, your mouth forming a little ‘o’ as Kiara slapped him, JJ and Pope both calling out in surprise.
“Stop treating me like I’m some girl that’s obsessed with you instead of your best friend who’s actually trying to look out for you.”
The pair of them started bickering, slapping each other, using skeeters as excuses. You slapped your leg, seeing the brown stain of a mosquito, again.
“Why the fuck are there so many mosquitoes?” you fumed, slapping yourself again.
“Dude, I know, seriously. Tiny little vampire bats, just leave me alone.” JJ added, the pair of you slapping again, and again, and again. “Oh my gosh, can we leave? ‘Cause I’m already itchin’ to leave. Haha, punny.”
You looked at Pope, who was staring at the floor, his torch shining over it. You both stomped on the ground hearing the hollow sound as JJ tried to show you ‘Mrs Crain’s voodoo doll’. You picked up a stone, dropping it through the crack in the floorboards, and hearing the ‘plop’ as it landed in water. You and Pope scrambled, pushing the loose bits of wood out of the way to lift the board, opening up the well. Pope shone his torch down.
“Well, well, well.” he joked.
“Water great discovery.” You added.
“Great dad jokes, guys.” John B sighed.
“They built this part of the house right over it.”said Kie.
“This is where she hid the bodies.” JJ nodded.
“JJ, just stop.” You shook your head.
“No, I’m dead serious.”
“Yeah, you will be, because I’m seriously considering pushing you down that well.”
“It was never an outhouse.” JJ continued.
“She probably doesn’t even know it’s here.” Kie shrugged.
“So, we found water.” Pope looked to John B.
“We’re gonna need a really big rope.”
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champagne problems - Yoosung
Back to my evermore inspired series :) hope y’all like angst
Warnings: angst, mentions of mental illness, stressful situation, rejection, language
Summary: Yoosung had everything prepared for the perfect night to propose to you. But he wasn’t prepared for you to say no
Yoosung had really gone above and beyond for your birthday. He had planned a large party with his family and the RFA in one of Jumin’s large summer homes. He invited your family but they were too far away to attend. They did wish you happy birthday though!
Everyone came other than your family. All the RFA members, even V. Yoosung’s mother and father and sister. The party got started relatively quickly. Yoosung’s sister splashed open a bottle of champagne for you all to make a birthday toast, Zen pulled Yoosung’s mother to the dance floor, you were in awe by it all.
“Yoosung, this is so sweet!” You held onto his arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. This is great.”
“I’m happy you like it,” he smiled. “I know you aren’t big on giant parties or anything, so I tried to keep it smaller... I hope this is okay?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Will you dance with me?” He asked eagerly. You took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. You danced for a couple of songs until your heels started to hurt your feet; then you led him back to sit down on one of the plush couches in the room.
“My feet are killing me,” you complained, taking off a heel to make sure you didn’t have any blisters.
He chuckled. “I told you you don’t have to wear heels! It’s not like I’m tall or anything.”
“I know. I just like them. Sorry I had to take a break,” you apologized.
“Nah,” He grabbed hold of your hand, turning to smile to you. “This is fun too.”
“You’re so great.” You flushed. He was. This was all so perfect. “I really don’t deserve you Yoosung.”
And you didn’t. He could do all of this for you. Set everything up perfectly. Got your favorite flavor cake. Got all your closest friends together in a way that wasn’t overwhelming. Every song that played was a song that you liked. He thought every single thing through.
“Of course you deserve me,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “You make me so so happy.”
“But this? For your birthday we ordered pizza and stayed in playing LOLOL.” You had thought it was a good idea at the time. But in comparison, wow, your birthday party for him was awful.
He squeezed your hand. “And I thought that was great. Hey, you wanna do cake now?”
“Of course I wanna do cake, you kidding?”
He had gotten you a fancy looking two-tiered cake. It was absolutely stunning. He even had candles for each year placed on top, perfectly spaced out. When Yoosung committed to something, he made sure it was perfect.
You hated when people sang happy birthday to you. It was so awkward. What would you wish for? For things to stay exactly like this. For things not fo change. This, right here, was perfect.
The thinking helped you ignore the song. You blew out the candles in one try (since they were all concentrated so close together) and the room cheered. Yoosung cut your piece of cake first. It was good luck.
The cake was as delicious as it looked. It was so perfect. Everything about tonight was so perfect. The light chatter as everyone talked about the cake. The lighthearted questions Yoosung’s mom asked, like if you had the next party date picked out and if Yoosung still stayed up all night playing games.
Yoosung quickly steered off that topic with present time.
Zen had gotten you a spa day. The two of you went the other day and got mani/pedis and facials. Jumin had gotten you a new fancy dress for the RFA parties. He gave it to you early so you could wear it tonight though!
Jaehee got a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, for when Yoosung was too loud playing and was distracting you from your work. Yoosung’s sister got you a bottle of wine. His parents got you a scrapbook filled with your memories together. It was adorable. V got a gift card, Classic V. Seven got you a new modded laptop. You weren’t sure what it did, but eh, you’d figure it out later.
“Thank you all so much,” you said cheerfully, gathering up the wrapping and tissue paper to throw away.
“Wait! Uh, I have a gift for you too,” Yoosung announced. His voice started off loud but became more timid.
You smiled, moving over to him to cup his cheek with your hand. “You didn’t have to get me anything. This party was everything I could have wanted today.”
“No, please.” He covered your hand with his, taking it off his cheek and holding it tight. “You are so amazing. From the moment I met you... yes, even over text, I knew you were special. You remembered the little things I talked about, sympathized with me when things got hard, and showed me how to be brave and responsible. And that’s before we even started dating!”
You giggled. He wasn’t wrong.
You didn’t expect him to continue speaking. “And since we’ve been dating, my grades have gotten better, I feel like I know what I’m doing with my life and I’m confident in it. You make me feel confident in myself. And proud. And when I’m not feeling good about myself, you’re there for me.”
Why was the room silent?
Your heart was pounding in your ears.
“And I want you to keep being there for me. Forever and ever more.” He... got down on one knee? He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring? Was this really happening? “Will you marry me?”
It was.
You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear anything but ringing in your ears. Time seemed to stop. What would you say? You had wished for things to stay the same; this was the exact opposite of your wish.
You dropped his hand. And ran up the nearest flight of stairs. Through the hall. Turn to another hall. Pick a random door on the right. Lock yourself in there. A bathroom. You couldn’t breathe.
But now you could hear. At least, you thought you could. It was hard to tell; everything was silent except for the humming of the bathroom fan.
You weren’t sure how long downstairs was in silence. How long you stood in the bathroom, staring at your reflection, asking yourself for an answer. Why had you run away? You were happy with him. Why didn’t you say yes?
His whole family was there. His sister was splashing champagne. Your friends were there. He wanted to share the happy moment with everyone. He wanted you to say yes, get so excited you couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss in front of all your friends. He wanted them to applaud. He wanted his sister to ask you if she could be a bridesmaid way too early. That was his mom’s ring. You knew them well enough to catch that. She had given him her ring. She had known it was going to happen.
Why hadn’t he ever asked you about marriage beforehand?
You couldn’t blame him. It was all your fault.
You were stupid. Why wouldn’t you marry him? You loved him. You had no reason.
Were you that broken that you couldn’t even accept this? Were you unwedable? Did you think somebody would make him happier? You had said earlier that night you didn’t deserve him.
How would you leave? Would you break up? Would you be kicked out of the RFA?
Your choices were to either jump out of the second-story bathroom window and try and direct an Uber to this place without getting caught, or face them downstairs.
The first almost sounded better.
Technically you could hide here. There were plenty of rooms.
He had planned everything so well. He had never planned if you would say no.
You sucked it up. You had to do something. You had to apologize. Had to explain yourself. Had to try and mend the pieces of broken glass that had been Yoosung’s heart. Being gone probably was making it worse. You left the bathroom and walked through the halls that you had earlier ran through, approaching the stairs.
“I’m sorry.” It was V’s voice.
“No, I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed myself... and her... and I don’t even want to think about the secondhand embarrassment you’re all going through. I just, thought I had it all planned out.” Yoosung’s voice was nasaly. That’s how you could tell he was going to cry.
“Oh Yoosung.” His mother. You forced yourself not to get upset and cry.
You shouldn’t be eavesdropping.
“You can come home and stay with us for a while. It’ll get better.”
“Maybe she wasn’t ready! Did you ever talk about it beforehand? She’s probably just overwhelmed,” his sister said, trying to keep some optimism in her voice.
“I don’t know... I thought we were ready. We live together. We spend almost every waking second together.”
He was right.
“What are you gonna do?” Zen asked. His voice was hushed.
Yoosung sniffled. “What can I do? It’s clear she doesn’t want to be with me.”
Your heart was cracking, beginning to splinter.
“Well. She would have made a lovely bride. It’s a shame she’s fucked in the head,” Jumin commented, his voice as even as usual. “There’s nothing you can do about it though. Someday you’ll find the real thing. And it’ll be worth it all in the end.”
Your heart broke.
Not just for Yoosung. But to hear your friends speak of you that way.
How would you leave this house?
The room fell silent.
“I’m going to go talk to her,” Yoosung whispered.
Shit. What do you do? Where do you go? Maybe you should have jumped out the window after all. You treaded to the first room you came across. He’d find you regardless.
“It’s okay,” his mother comforted. “We’ll go if you want. Feel free to come home anytime.”
The front door opened, then shut after a moment.
Footsteps made their way up the stairs.
You were crying.
He knocked on the doorway. You hadn’t bothered to close the door.
You turned to face him. His eyes were red. His nose was running. It seemed like he had done a good job not crying in front of them, but you could tell he could break at any moment.
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks quickly. You wanted to hug him. You couldn’t.
His own tears began to fall. He walked closer to you, then took a seat on the bed. His tears fell. He sobbed. You couldn’t hold him. You had always held him when he cried. He had always done the same for you. Now you were both a few feet away, crying, unable to comfort one another.
“I don’t even have a reason,” you cried. You sucked in a big breath of air. You could feel yourself near-hyperventilating. “I’m just an awful person. I’m just not ready for that. I don’t know.”
He shook his head vigorously. “I should have seen the signs, wherever they may have been.”
“I don’t know if there were any...”
His hand reached out and grabbed your arm, not a tight grip by any means, but one firm enough to make sure you knew he was there. “No!” His voice rose shakily, tears still evident in his voice. “I know you best. I should have found the signs. This is my fault.”
“It’s not. It’s mine. You did everything right, Yoosung.”
You both were quiet, aside from the sniffles.
“What are we gonna do?” You asked quietly. Were you even allowed to use that word anymore: we? After everything you had put him through?
He sighed. “You can take the car home. I’ll take the train and find somewhere else to stay for the night.”
You wanted to sob out no. That you needed him, especially right now. You had no right to. Your body wouldn’t even let you say it.
“We can talk about it another time... I just, need to sit on this for a while.” He explained. He fished around in his pocket, taking out the car keys and setting them on the bed next to you. Then he stood. “I’m gonna go...”
You couldn’t speak. You could only sniffle and look up at him, fresh tears still forming.
“Listen, don’t drive until you calm down. And... I know everything is fucked up but text me when you’re home. Please.” His eyes were watery, glistening, begging you.
You still couldn’t speak. You nodded.
He left.
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Review: March Comes In like a Lion (Seasons 1 and 2)
What a wild ride this has been. It’s funny seeing the posters side by side because they really illustrate how I feel about seasons 1 and 2 of this series. To me, season 1 felt disjointed and season 2 just made me feel so good and light even while it was dunking me straight into emotional turmoil. The thing is, one cannot exist without the other and I’ll tell you why:
I struggled at first to even finish season 1. I started once many years ago (I’m not even sure when) and gave up after about 2 episodes because I just couldn’t get my self synched with what was happening. When I started again a few months ago, I felt like every episode was a slog. I wasn’t sure why I even kept watching, honestly. The aesthetics were beautiful and haunting. The imagery reminded me of both Hyouka and Flowers of Evil. I could tell Rei was going through some really dark emotions, but I also wasn’t sure what was going on. There would be flashes and abrupt shifts away from the topic. It seemed to capture the sensations of depression really well, but also not in a way that translated to also telling a story to which, I think, it also had a duty to do. It seemed like Kyouka had sexually abused Rei at some point based on the flashes of her character straddling him and even after finishing both seasons, I’m not sure if that was the case. The dark and brooding artistically-charged emotional overtures of Rei are then just super-cut with intensely fluffy slice of life-esque sequences that gave me emotional whiplash. The show goes from Rei self-isolating to Nikaidou teaching the two younger Kawamoto sisters how to play shoji with animated cats. I remember trying to recall this information to my partner and not being able to explain it adequately because I just hadn’t even had enough heart in the series to learn the characters’ names. I felt bad, but I didn’t know what else to do. The show was fine, entertaining enough, but I just felt lackluster about what was happening. I applaud that they actually used the word depression when discussing Rei’s dark periods. I don’t know much, but I do know that mental health is extremely stigmatized in Japan and it was refreshing to hear it just laid out. However, I can honestly say that Shimada is what turned the show around for me. His introduction and the charisma of a beaten down exhausted pro just really resonated with me. By the time they were doing the train sequence in that final episode of season 1, I felt like everything was just too open ended and I had to go on because I had finally remembered Rei’s name.
Everything turned around as I started to watch season 2. They pretty much immediately dove into a bullying arc with Hina and the whole series turned around for me. I was absolutely invested in everything that was happening and it was so heart wrenching and realistically portrayed. I found myself unable to pull away as Hina led the episodes and explained how her classroom dove into a dark black swirling pool of hateful energy. Suddenly, the artistic sequences now seemed succinct. Each portrayal of an emotion made my heart tighten and I could perfectly see how each character saw what was happening around them. It felt too good to be true. Even when a brand new character took over, I’m talking about Yamazaki in "Silver Wings," I had a moment where I was like, ‘What do I care about this guy? Why are we interrupting the narrative for him?’ By the end of his chapter, I was ashamed I ever felt that way. For once the narrative was larger than Rei and, while we knew Yamazaki through the lens of Rei, we didn’t know Yamazaki’s feelings during his match with Nikaidou. This is where I say that the doldrums of season 1 are absolutely necessary to get to the greatness of season 2. Rei was closed in season 1, he had met the Kawamoto family, but he was still deeply in the thralls of his depression. This is represented by what we see. Everything is disjointed because that’s how Rei feels. The Kawamoto family is disrupting his otherwise miserable mindset with their warm feelings. He actually says something along those lines and how he is afraid that if he stays in that warm house for too long, that he doesn’t feel like he will ever be able to leave. The episodes that focus on anything outside of Rei’s perspective are basically non-existent in that first season because Rei can’t see anything outside of himself. By the end of season 1, everyone has wedged a crowbar in the closed door of Rei’s heart and is craning it open by season 2. We get to see all these other people and perspectives because narratively, Rei has taken the blinders off and is not oblivious to the world around him. In a grand storytelling sense, this must have been the author’s intention. It’s almost a travesty to break this show up into seasons because the narrative is on such a grand scale, you can’t even begin to fathom the scope until you are at least 30 episodes deep. It’s downright genius storytelling and I will forever be grateful that I never stopped watching so that I could get to the point where I am now. I’m absolutely going to read the manga so I can see this story through to it’s true end.
Verdict:
P.S. I didn’t want to interrupt my grand explanation, but I think it’s so incredible how the timeline is also realistically portrayed. Take Chiho, for example, she was bullied so violently that she had to be committed. Several months down the line, she hasn’t recovered from this trauma. Even seeing her close friend who never bullied her, Hina, can only be done in a short spurt because emotionally she is still healing and will be for an unforeseen amount of time. I just can’t applaud this realistic representation of mental health enough. It’s treated with such delicacy.
P.S.S. Why is everyone so mean to Shimada!? He’s so sweet and he’s working so hard. All the outreach he does for the elderly community back in his home town and even just for the shoji community is mind boggling on top of the severe and debilitating gastritis that he has. I remember thinking when he was going up against Yanagihara, that even though I liked Yanagihara, I’d just invested too much of my heart into Shimada to be able to root for anyone else. This show loves proving me wrong because I was completely swayed to Yanagihara and literally pushed back a deadline so that I could watch the finale of their match. I’m so glad he’s the eternal Kishou, I’m sorry Shimada!!!
P.S.S.S. The revelation that Souya is partially deaf was so stunning to me that I actually had to stop watching and take a walk. It is incredibly genius. I never saw it coming a million miles away. The comparison to when you’re a prodigy at something that people are able to look the other way when it comes to idiosyncrasies is mind boggling. I was right there with Rei as I watched Souya come down from being a shoji deity to being a regular person and it was such a delight to watch my perspective change along with the characters. It’s an incredible hand that crafts a story that can sway a reader so accurately.
P.S.S.S.S.
IT WAS CALLED MARCH TOWN THE WHOLE TIME!? I shit you not, I had just told my partner around episode 20 of season 2 that while the show had skyrocketed in quality, I couldn’t figure out why the hell ‘March’ comes in like a lion! I’m so mad at the reveal.
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The League of Extraordinary Rockstars, ch.2
Summary: LA is a hub for music and mutants, making it the perfect place for Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, and countless other mutant musicians to call home. But it’s not all easy, especially when it comes to finding a decent place to live. So what better solution than moving in together in the mansion of an immortal? Love, drama, and super powers. If nothing else, it’ll be interesting.
Chapter Warnings: Language, genderswap!Steven
AN: This is a collaboration between myself and @the–blackdahlia! It combines elements from her fic “It’s So Easy (And Other Lies)” (specifically her genderswapped!Steven) and my super powered GnR series. It is completely AU and ignores timelines like Woah, but hopefully you’ll have as much fun reading it as we’re having writing it! Let us know what you think!
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It had been a couple weeks since Duff moved in with Slash and Stevie and in that time, he had sat on Slash probably a dozen times.
Stevie had mentioned before how most of the time Slash would camouflage in his sleep, but it was still hard to get used to. He would come home after a double shift and go to collapse on the couch only to land on a very disgruntled guitar player.
“Goddammit, can’t you fucking check before throwing yourself on the couch?”
“Can’t you go to sleep in your fucking room?!” Duff snapped back.
Slash wanted to rip his hair out. He had to grind his teeth together to keep from screaming about the number of times he’s had to deal with a drunken Stevie stumbling into his room to bawl about how she had too much love and too many crushes and they didn’t like her back and she was going to die alone. And because he was a fucking good friend, he would pet her head and try to soothe her until she finally fell asleep and he was stuck with a snoring glowstick lighting up his room.
So yes, he had been sleeping on the couch. But because, and he could not stress this enough, he was a good fucking friend, he couldn’t explain to Duff exactly why.
Living together was turning out to be a hell or an adjustment for the three rockers. Duff had shaken up their routine, giving them an extra person to get drunk with, which made Stevie’s already frazzled emotions even more haywire, not to mention the household hangovers they were suffering through each morning. It was easy with Tracii. He stayed out all night and slept all day, and honestly, Slash and Stevie had kinda felt sorry for him. But Duff was something different, and after one too many mornings of being awoken by Duff and Slash arguing, Stevie exploded.
“Enough!” She yelled at them. “I am going to stay the night someplace else so I can get some fucking sleep before work!”
That was three days ago, and this was the first night Duff and Slash had seen their roommate since she stormed out. Walking into the apartment, Stevie was pleased to see that the two boys looked properly chastised. Granted, their arguing hadn’t improved much during her three day exile, but Slash and Duff figured she didn’t need to know that.
"Hi boys," she smiled. "It’s a beautiful day. Aside from the freak thunderstorm yesterday," She flopped on the couch.
"Thought you moved out," Slash grumbled.
"Nonsense. I just stayed the night at Kelly's."
“Oh thank GOD,” the guitarist practically threw himself across Stevie’s lap, “I thought you were leaving forever!”
Duff shuffled over sitting next to her and looking very much like a kicked puppy, “You were gone for so long we didn’t think you were coming back and we missed you so much-”
“Holy shit you guys,” Stevie shook her head fondly, patting Slash’s head, “I was gone for three days! I just needed a long weekend away from your bickering-”
“He started it!” Two voices snapped simultaneously.
Eyebrow twitching in thinly veiled annoyance, Stevie grit her teeth and continued, “Whatever, my point is I need your arguments to at least be rescheduled to later in the day, alright?”
There was some minor grumbling.
"If you don't, Kelly's looking for a roommate. Or a fuck buddy that gets a free room." She smirked. She knew that would get them to chill out. "Now, I'm hungry. And I'm going to see a show tonight. You guys gonna join me?"
“Of course, but I gotta go to work,” Duff told her. “I’ll see you guys this evening.” He headed to his room to pull on his uniform, something nagging him in the back of his mind. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he tried to focus on making it through another shift at a job he hated.
The three roommates went to their various shitty jobs, each feeling impatient for the day when their music would finally pay the bills and they would have to deal with huffy customers telling them to cut their hair. Needless to say, by the time they reached the Whiskey for the show they were ready to let loose and have some fun. Tonight Motley Crue had managed to snag a headlining slot, Duff, Slash, and Stevie toasting their friends’ success and lamenting their own band’s slow growth in equal measure.
“We’re gonna make it, guys!” Stevie exclaimed, people around her moving away or shielding their eyes as she glowed with enthusiasm. She waved her empty glass excitedly, slurring slightly, “I mean, I mean the crowds have been getting wild for us! And the stuff we’ve recorded is fucking badass! It’s only a matter of time before we start bringing in the big bucks!”
“God, I hope so,” Slash sighed, “this starving artist shit is getting old.”
"Guess you could catch and eat a snake," someone said. Stevie turned and smiled.
"Kelly!" She gave him a hug.
"Hey glowstick," Kelly laughed. "You look rested."
"I am. Thank you." She kissed his cheek.
Duff smiled tensely as he gave Kelly a high five, “Hey man.”
Slash rolled his eyes as Kelly shot him a knowing look, grinning, “Sup guys. Word on the street is you’re having some domestic troubles,” he elbowed Stevie playfully, “This gal was lighting up the place when she first came over.”
“Yeah,” Duff grimaced as he admitted, “It’s taking some getting used to.”
“I can imagine,” Kelly raised an eyebrow. The first night Stevie had arrived on his doorstep he’d had to wear sunglasses as she ranted and raved and lamented about the whole situation, “I mean, you’ve all got annoying ass powers-” he ignored the three offended outcries, “-and you live in a shoebox. Of course you’re stepping on each others’ toes.”
"At least we don't have axl…" slash pointed out.
"Don't have me for what?" Axl said as he approached the group, Baz's arm around his shoulder.
"In our shoebox home," Stevie told him.
“Excuse you, I am a goddamn delight and any house would be lucky to have me!” the singer huffed.
“You tell ‘em, babe,” Baz grinned.
"When you yell, you'd blow down a wall…" Slash commented.
“Fuck you, my control is impeccable!” Axl growled and Kelly raised his hands before a fight could break out.
"Let's get some drinks," he told them. "I'm buying."
"My hero," Stevie laughed. Kelly had an arm around her waist. Izzy was sitting at a booth, which Kelly spotted and brought everyone over to him.
Raising his head, Izzy nodded in greeting, “Hey guys, here to see the Crue?” he gestured at the stage where Nikki was, as usual, on fire.
Laughing, Stevie slid into the booth next to him, “Yup! What are you doing over here all by your lonesome?”
“Brooding,” Axl, Baz, and Slash all answered simultaneously.
Glaring, Izzy huffed, “I was enjoying some peace for once in my life, fuck you very much.”
"Maybe later," Stevie giggles, making Izzy's cheeks burn bright red.
"Their act is lame," Axl rolled his eyes. "Fire again? Really?"
“I mean, you gotta respect their commitment to the brand,” Slash shrugged.
The group downed their drinks, bickering and joking and occasionally remembering to cheer for the Crue. Before they knew it, the set was finishing up, Stevie shining extra bright as they applauded the band as they left the stage.
Izzy glanced between Stevie and Duff with forced nonchalance, “So, how’s the living situation going?”
Shrugging, Stevie answered, “Getting better I guess. Duff’s still not used to Slash camouflaging with the couch,” she snickered.
Duff threw his arms in the air in exasperation, “Gee, I’m sorry I’m used to living in places where you don’t have to pat down every surface in case there’s a hidden guitarist there!”
“Apology accepted,” Slash grinned, the bassist shoving him as he laughed.
“Ugh, I just can’t wait until we can have some more space,” Stevie groaned, “I love you guys, but fuck man, some elbow room would be nice.”
Izzy, Axl, and Baz, nodded their heads sympathetically, their own living situations only marginally better than the trio’s. Meanwhile, Kelly hummed in consideration.
“You could always stay at my place for awhile if you want,” he shrugged.
Stevie giggled, slapping a hand over her mouth when she saw the group squint from her light, “Kelly,” she patted his shoulder, “that’s sweet of you dude, but you live in a shitty studio apartment in the slums. Just having me over was a stretch.”
“No, no,” Kelly shook his head, “I meant my other place.”
Silence stretched as six pairs of eyes stared at Kelly in confusion.
“....What?” Slash finally broke the silence.
“You know, my other place,” Kelly said casually, “the one on Mulholland?” When the stares continued, he furrowed his brows, “Have I never mentioned it before?”
“No,” Duff answered emphatically, “No you have not. What the Fuck?”
“Huh.” It was maybe a little annoying sometimes, but it wasn’t Kelly’s fault he couldn’t remember who he’d told what to. After all, the bassist was more or less immortal, his mutant healing factor fucking with his aging until he found himself stuck as a twenty-something for God only knew how long. So if his memory was a little sketchy, well, who could blame him?
The drugs and alcohol probably didn’t help either. But that was besides the point.
“Well, yeah. I have another place. It’s a house, got like, eleven bedrooms if I’m remembering correctly? It’s also got-”
“Woah, woah, woah, dude,” Baz waved his hands, “Hold up. Did you just say eleven bedrooms?”
“Give or take,” he shrugged.
“So…. it’s a mansion,” Axl stated, voice unnervingly blank, “You have a mansion.”
“I guess, yeah…”
As Axl sucked in a long, deep breath, Kelly realized that he had made a huge mistake.
“WHAT?!” It was honestly impressive how Axl managed to shriek at ear splitting levels without any of his mutant ability coming through. Still, even his human-level screeching had the group flinching.
The singer slammed his hands on the table, glasses shaking as he glared at Kelly in shock and fury, “You’re telling me that we’ve all be living on top of each other in fucking sqalor and this whole time you’ve had a goddamn mansion?”
“Who has a mansion?”
Kelly would give anything for Sebastian’s ability to teleport right now. Because when he turned around, he found the members of Motley Crue staring at him hungrily, and he suddenly felt like he was surrounded by hyenas.
He probably should have waited until it was just him and Stevie before mentioning the house.
"Uh, hi guys," Kelly laughed. "What brings you here?"
"You have a mansion and didn't tell us?" Tommy pouted. "I thought you loved us."
"Dude the 60s fucked my brain. I can't remember shit," Kelly laughed.
"Which 60s?" Vince smirked.
"Yes." Kelly nodded, dodging the question. "So, I'm just gonna go…"
He was half standing when Duff’s unfairly long arm shot out from across the table, palm landing solidly against the back of the booth to box Kelly in.
“Oh I think the fuck not,” he stated firmly, a quick rumble of thunder sounding through the dirty window behind him. The dramatic motherfucker.
“Yeah, you’re not getting away that easily,” Tommy laughed as he and his bandmates dragged some chairs over to sit around the booth, adding another layer of defense to keep Kelly trapped, “Come on man, I wanna know more! Like, dude, if you’ve got a legit place, why aren’t you living there?”
Sighing in resignation, Kelly settled back in his seat and shrugged, “I dunno, I just like being closer to the action I guess,” he smirked, “It gets annoying having to drive twenty minutes just to get some pussy.”
“What, none of your fancy ass neighbors cut it?” Vince teased.
“I mean, there was one dude I used to hook up with, but that was in the… 30s I think? I dunno, all I know is he, like most of my neighbors, aren’t exactly at an age that can… keep up with me,” he winked mischievously as the group snickered.
Slash shook his head, “Dude, I get that, but personally I give fuck all about the age demographic, you’ve actually got a decent fucking roof, man!”
“I mean there’s the commute into the Strip, too, y’know?” Kelly argued.
“Oh no, how will I survive the commute?” Baz whined sarcastically, sticking his tongue out when Kelly flipped the teleporter off.
"It needs a lot of work," Kelly added. "Like weeds and shit and…"
"Dude, we have a gardener," Nikki motioned to Vince.
"And spiders?" Kelly pointed out.
"I'll feed them to my snake...that I most definitely do not have…" Slash's eyes darted to Stevie quickly before glancing away again.
"Can we at least see it?" Stevie asked. "You know how much I love decorating."
"Please no kiss posters in the living room," Mick groaned.
“Why do you hate art?” Stevie pouted jokingly.
Meanwhile, Kelly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m not getting out of this one am I?”
A chorus of “no”s answered him.
Rolling his eyes, Kelly threw his hands up in defeat, “Fine, I guess I can show you around sometime this week. What’s the worst that could happen?”
At that moment, loud, ominous cracks of thunder and lightning rattled the windows behind them. The group snapped to look at Duff in exasperation. The blonde bassist merely shrugged.
“What? Am I wrong?”
#THE PLOT THICKENS#Guns n Roses#gnr#motley crue#Skid row#LA Guns#fem!Steven#duff mckagan#slash#izzy stradlin#axl rose#sebastian bach#kelly nickels#mick mars#Nikki Sixx#tommy lee#Vince Neil#my writing#other people's writing
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2x2 rewatch
Eeeeehehehehe, why the fuck am I laughing this hard when I realized it was the roadkill compost episode? That is not in the least funny, it’s actually pretty gross, but I’m literally paused 3 seconds in chortling to myself so hard that I’m having to wipe away tears. ...I think the stress is getting to me. Anyway, back to fictional Wyoming!
It’s actually a pretty genius business model, to be honest. Taking a sadly repeating resource and using it to enrich the soil? Tough work, no doubt, physically and mentally, but a smart and very niche thing. I hadn’t thought about the fact that cleaning up roadkill would have been part of Walt’s job as a deputy. Lucian said in S6, in his fantastically circuitous way, that it had been 10 years since he and Walt had worked together (if I remember correctly). Which... wait, is that right? Had Walt really only been sheriff for 4 years when the show started? Which is a single term, before Branch ran against him. I think I’d had the impression that he’d been sheriff for longer than that. Or is my math just super borked? (A very real possibility.) Who were Walt’s deputies before these three? Branch has probably been a deputy for a while, Vic was hired a few months before the show and it isn’t clear for Ferg but it’s implied at least a chunk longer. So who were his deputies for the rest of those 4 years? (Aaaaaand this is how I grow OCs. Shit.)
She names the roadkill? Eeeeeh...
Branch, you douchecanoe. You are very clearly not welcome in her home anymore; the fact that she hasn’t moved the spare key isn’t a fucking invitation to break in and invade her privacy, oh my gods I hate you so much. This is predatory behavior. You need to either go through official channels with the department to do a wellness check or FUCK RIGHT OFF into the deepest reaches of hell. Excellent plan, fucking off.
Henry, I adore you beyond measure. “Thanks-taking.” Vic... Seriously? “God, you people really hold a grudge.” Somehow, I think they’re kind of entitled to, what with all of the wars, genocide, stolen land, racism, broken treaties, and the like. Get bent.
Genuinely, Henry’s dry as anything sass is quite possibly the best thing about the whole show. We didn’t get nearly enough of it during the later seasons. And his little smiiiiile at having made Walt chuckle, oh my heart.
The “Hands up!” O.o “Hands down!” little comedy gag is totally sold by KS’s face, haaaa. And Ferg’s bafflement, but collected response to those truckers thinking he was a rentboy was solid.
I kind of have to applaud that sex worker’s gumption to just try to take off in the truck. Not the best thought out plan, to be sure, but gutsy.
Ok, Branch has just had a line establishing that they’re not in Absaroka, and then Vic and Ferg look annoyed/confused when Walt tells them to cut the sex workers and customers loose, but then Branch finishes with, “Absaroka County wishes you all a fine evening... at home.” So are they in Absaroka, or not??
Kudos to Walt saying, “Which will allow you to get out of here. If that’s what you want.” Not falling completely into the savior complex bs is good, and acknowledging that she is an adult who can make her own decisions, even if they’re ones he would wish she wouldn’t is good. ........If only he could extend that same courtesy to his own daughter.
Branch, wtf. It’s a felony to even have burglar’s tools. Legit, it’s a felony punishable with up to 3 years in prison or up to $3k, or both. Unlawful entry is 10 years and/or $10k, and I’m pretttttyyyyyy fucking sure you don’t have a warrant to be in Cady’s house. FUCK OFF. You giant douchecanoe. (Min and I also have a headcanon that the random coloured empty frames are Branch’s fault, because they don’t really go with any of the rest of the decor, and we hate them. So we decided that when he saw the Andy Warhol style print she had that he got those for her and she just never got around to taking them down after they broke up.) And isn’t tampering with someone’s mail a federal offence? You are the worst.
Aaaand then Walt calls the Collettes showing Ross Lanten’s wife video of him with prostitutes “interfering in his marriage.” Okaaaay. Because helping get a woman and kids out of what has several hallmarks of an abusive marriage is “interfering,” I guess. Not the happiest about that word choice, I’m not gonna lie.
Aaaaaand then Whitish is super racist, and I hate her. Henry handles it with grace, but fuck, I cannot imagine how wearying that must be. And Branch makes obnoxious and offensive assumptions (playing to his strengths, natch), and Henry once again demonstrates how he is also the Actual Best.
Nobody has heard from Cady recently, but the tiny little hesitation Henry has before he confirms that he hasn’t heard from her either is so good. LDP is so good. Just from that, it reinforces how much that bothers him, and that he’s worried, but also that he really doesn’t want to talk to Branch about any of it.
“If you do, will you let me know?” “I most certainly will not.” Such a classy way to basically tell Branch to fuck off and get wrecked.
A lady threatening Henry with a knife and I should not be focusing on how great he looks in a vest, but heeeeere we are. (I do love that brown vest.) And even after she is drunk and rude and racist and threatens him, Henry’s look when she says that she knew the dead man still has concern and compassion in it. Waaaaaah.
Do I remember what Walt did to his hand? Was that something from this episode that I’m not remembering right now, or are they actually having some intra-episode continuity and that bandage is him still recovering from the start of frostbite? [Dang it, my Xbox controller just pooped out. Now I have to go swap it out for the other one and stick this one in the charging dock. But I’m so cozy in bed with my jar o’ tea and everythinggggg. Boo.] ... [It has been long enough since I wrote that last bit that my Xbox has shut itself down twice in the interim. Oops. I’m super great at focusing.]
Fuck, that “I was some place I shouldn’ta been” hits hard. This whole seen in rough.
Aaaahaha, why is the fact that Ferg is also standing there looking at Walt when he wakes up so much funnier than if it had just been Vic? And his little grin. And Ruby with a mug of his toothbrush and such for Walt! Rubyyyyy! (Holy shit, the fact that they have this little set up is alarmingly adorable, and I heckin’ adore Ruby.) And then she sasses Branch, and I just want nice things for her.
Walt’s “If you want,” to Ferg came off to me more like, ‘waste your time if you want to,’ (though that could well be my own issues projected” but I’m proud of Ferg for running with it. And I do appreciate Walt calling the sex worker a lady.
Of course, he pulls Henry into his bs, getting him to solicit a sex worker. Why does Henry put up with him? I’m sorryyyy, but the pointing is so awkward and I cringe so hard, but what else is he going to do, I guess? And how does he recognize her anyway? Did Walt take a picture of her before letting her go, or something? It doesn’t seem like he even got her name, to pull up a picture from a rap sheet, sooo... Why am I even worrying about it? And at least Walt doesn’t think that it’s not rape just if it’s a sex worker.
The flashback scene sure hits hard, too. Damn. I’m trying to remember the last time I saw anybody other than Vic actually pull on a glove in consideration of fingerprints. I think there might have been one time or something, but nothing comes readily to mind.
For all that I rag on Walt for just collecting his assumptions and taking them to the bank, there is heavy irony with him now laying out the reasons he’s not arresting Whitish, because there is reasonable doubt in the form of the Collettes.
Ooooooope, and then Branch brings up Cady. I sure this can only go really well. Aaaaaaaaand of course Walt has one of his Longmire Epiphanies and just walks off in the middle of the conversation, such as it was.
Does a college registrar’s really have your birth certificate on file? I’m pretty sure I didn’t have to submit a copy to mine, but I also don’t really remember? But that seems weird.
Ah, the bandage was about the frostbite. I appreciate the continuity.
Hmmmmmm, Cady leaving her phone at home when she drove to CO seems unlikely. It seems unlikely as a generality for her generation, and on practical levels (directions to the precinct and such?), and just... That’s pretty hard to buy. If I don’t want to talk to somebody, or even a bunch of people, I’d ignore calls or even block numbers, but her not taking her phone gives the impression that there is literally nobody that she would want to talk to, and that plays into this really weird bit of characterization void that the writers fell into of Cady just not knowing any single person other than her dad, Henry, Ruby, Branch, and Ferg, and I guess Vic. As if she just doesn’t exist outside of her relation to one of them. She doesn’t want to talk to any of the 6 of them, so there is not a single other person on the planet who she would want to be able to talk to/have them contact her? There’s not a single other person on the planet that she knows who if they called and said, “I have an emergency, can you talk/help?” that she wouldn’t want to be available for? Bullshit. The entire rest of the series when she’s onscreen is showing how much she cares. She’s a fucking Hufflepuff, and she’s not going to leave her damn phone at home while she drives 6 hours away into another damn state. If you so desperately need to that she’s not even seeing his call, have her leave it in her car when she goes into the Denver station. Like, unless she has a second phone that she did take, I’m not buying it. Even as an attempt at “she’s so caught up in her mother’s murder now, oooo, Longmire tantrum and singular focus’ characterization. Just, boo.
#Longmire#cady longmire#walt longmire#Henry Standing Bear#The Ferg#Branch is such a tool#episode commentary
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Captive Love 5
UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)
Summary: (Y/n)'s day at the skelebro's house, Sans' day out.
A/N: So, in this chapter, we find out that (Y/n)'s soul trait is integrity; honesty and strong morals. The only problem with having integrity as a main soul trate is that, because you're so honest, even if you don't want to trust people, you can have the tendency to believe people easier, because you expect others to mean what they say as much as you do. Even extremely smart beings with the trait can second guess their instincts or have them overwritten because the person lying is someone they (want to) trust or have positive feelings about/ for. Based on the note... can you guess what's going to happen in this chapter... lol Also, sorry, guys! I kept trying to get this to post all day, but I guess that tumblr hates long posts...? Or me... Might just be me... lol.
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Little lies never hurt anyone.
Sans leaned on the counter of the odd and ends shop, though it should rightfully be called a thrift shop, since most of its contents had come from other people and not “sources” like a normal store.
“You got a friend you’re buyin’ all this stuff for?” The bunny on the other side asked suggestively.
Sans gave her a smirk. “what’d make ya think that?”
“Well, you haven’t flirted with me once since you walked in the door,” she hinted.
“ah, sorry, doll. jus’ a lil distracted fer a sec, thinkin’ a comin’ in... did ya want ta hop on th’ sans express an’ ride it ta th’ bone zone?” He asked with a heavy handed lewdness.
Honestly, he’d rather spend the time with his sweetheart, but he had to keep up appearances so that no one got suspicious.
Plus, awkward sexual tension filled innuendos were easier to deal in than talking about feelings and shit.
The bunny gave a giggle and continued to lean over the counter toward him instead of going to get his requested items. “Still as charming as ever, I see.”
Sans flashed his smirk again. “so, can i get my stuff?”
The bunny giggled again and with a wiggle of tail asked, “so, does that mean that you’re thinking of getting a pet? Going to go out and take one?”
He let out an annoyed sound. “can i jus’ get my fuckin' stuff?”
She looked a little startled by the suddenness of the change, but took it in stride as it wasn’t really so strange for the former Underground citizens to be testy, and turned to go to the back.
"So," the bunny’s brother asked as he brought the requested items out a moment later, "you gonna wear these, then?"
Sans sneered at him. "you wish ya freak."
"A little too much denial…?" The bunny suggested with a smirk.
Sans gave a disgusted face. "go fuck yerself." He turned, flicking his fingers and letting his magic tug on the piles of stuff on the shelves above the bunny's head. "get dunked on, ya ass hat," he called back over his shoulder.
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“aww, ya ain’t seen nothin’ at all?” Sans asked with a suggestive grin to the small cluster of spider ladies selling their baked goods in the corner of the bar. "'s a human, hard ta miss..."
“Ooooh, no,” one hummed.
“No, not anything… Do you wanna buy a croissant, Sans? It tastes soooo good with mustard…” another tempted.
“heh. ‘d rather have somethin' a lil sweeter on my tongue,” he insinuated, thinking of (Y/n) at home, spread across his bed, his tongue tasting all sorts of things…
Drool was slowly pooling between his sharp teeth, and he quickly wiped it, giving an internal groan at how fast his cock had risen to attention at the thought.
He needed to get with his sweetheart quick, even just enough to curb the appetite growing inside of him.
The spider girls giggling brought him back to the present. He flashed a grin and went to the bar, getting a mustard to drink as he continued around, checking everyone for info.
After the rest of his rounds, he headed to his last few information gathering contacts. The ones he knew couldn't keep their mouths shut.
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(Y/n) didn’t know what to do. She was stuck in this house, not able to leave, not much to do, nowhere to go.
Sans’ room was messy, her clothes were dirty, it wasn’t even lunch time…
First, she went to the bathroom and washed her clothes in the tub the best she could, cleaning herself as much as possible in the process, hanging them to dry so she could have something clean to go home in.
Then, she went back to Sans’ room, looking around. She couldn’t read any of the books on the shelf, seeing that the words were all written in a strange sort of glyph, and remembered that Sans had told her he couldn't read human language, but as she put all the books on the shelves, she saw the covers had various strange pictures, outerspace, numbers, shapes, most of them looked like school books, but, like they’d be for some advanced courses. She flipped through the pages of a few of them and saw all sorts of charts and formulas that looked reminiscent of something she’d seen on a tv show with Neil deGrasse Tyson as the host. Very smart… and science-y…
(Y/n) put them on the shelves, trying to keep them together as best she could. Some of the books were obviously not… string theory… or whatever the hell the others were… but, novels or something, a few of them she had only a vague idea, having to make a guess that one with a simple cover of a monster laughing at a casket and a crowd laughing at the two was either a black comedy novel, or a book of dark jokes.
She leaned toward the dark jokes.
Under his desk, she found a folded up paper and opened it, trying to see if it was important, though she'd really have no idea, and saw that it looked like some sort of congratulatory certificate. High school diploma, maybe?
After she got everything sorted, she tried to put it with other things that looked the same.
She went out into the rest of the house and found a garbage can under the extra tall sink cabinet, and took it up Sans' room, only throwing away things that were obviously trash; food wrappers, crumpled up bits of paper, other strange little things that might have been dried lava, or eternally frozen snow… any way, they were things that looked like they had fallen from his shoes.
When she took the garbage can back down, she found something that looked like it might be a vacuum, and she looked at it, turning it around and pressing the buttons to see how they worked without any power, before sticking it back in the closet and pulling out the broom and dust pan.
Sweeping was better than nothing… and also better than blowing up the house.
The next task (Y/n) tackled was sorting out the laundry, though she couldn’t find any washer or dryer to clean them in. Maybe they made laundromat trips?
After that she figured it was about lunch time, so she dug through the fridge and ate a small portion of the lasagna from the night before. It wasn’t the worst she’d ever had, but it was far from the best. Maybe if she hid some of the spices he’d used that should have stayed out of the mix, like sage, paprika, cinnamon, nutmeg… really, she thought maybe he’d just put some of everything in the spice rack in there.
She tried turning on the tv and entertaining herself, but the only channels they seemed to get all had the same robotic actor on them, overdramatically giving monologues, "hosting" or cooking things- awful things… that’s probably where Sans’ brother had gotten the recipe for the lasagna…
She turned it back off, and decided to look through the windows to try to get an idea of the area she was in. Knowing that she was at least supposedly in danger, and most likely truly could be, she only peeped from the edges of the window for the first few minutes, but after noticing that there didn't seem to be anyone or anything outside but tall grass and flowers, she just looked through it normally.
I thought they said we were in monster territory…?
(Y/n) put a hand over her face. What if they were all the way on the other side of the monster territory? She certainly couldn't find any landmarks that looked familiar, and the tall buildings usually on the horizon seemed to be missing.
Only more support for her 'Sans is actually a nice, though perverted, guy' theory…
She sighed and decided to go look out the windows in Sans' room, thinking that maybe she'd see something familiar from higher up.
(Y/n) was standing at the window, wondering what kind of flowers were in the field, when the door opened. She, of course, expected it to be Sans, this being his room and all, but the blood drained from her face was she saw the tall skeleton in the doorway.
"HUMAN, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD PROBABLY GET HUNGRY, AND I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE ABLE TO FEND FOR YOURSELF," he shouted, sounding extremely put upon. "AND I KNEW SANS WOULD BE TOO LAZY TO REMEMBER TO FEED YOU, SO I- WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE?" He asked suspiciously, cutting himself off before getting to his point about how much of a hassle it would be if she died from starvation.
Her color had gotten paler when she'd seen him, and her eyes had started darting around the room, as though taking stock of what she could use as a weapon. Papyrus automatically did a check and found that not only did she have a blue soul, denoting her strong integrity, but it seemed to have a bit of a purple glow around the edges showing her perseverance, looking a bit like blue velvet; blue, but purple in the shadows caused by the texture, and she had an extremely low LOVE, around that of a child's, and was surprised that her desire to find a weapon went so against her stats.
It must be a survival tactic, then. Probably to defend against any oncoming attacks.
She posed no threat to him, but he applauded her instinct to be ready to fight if necessary.
She swallowed harshly and managed to rasp out a broken whisper. "Loo-n- ou-si-." She pointed out the window to try to help him understand what she was saying.
He seemed to have dismissed her, though, looking around the room. "OH MY GOD!!"
She jumped at his exclamation. Did she do something wrong by cleaning?
"THIS IS THE CLEANEST I'VE SEEN MY LAZY BROTHER'S ROOM SINCE WE MOVED IN!! BUT, WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THE LAUNDRY? IT'S JUST SITTING HERE IN PILES."
"C-ou-... cou-n't fi-d," she rasped, shaking her head nervously apologetic. Her hand went to her throat, and the way she winced showed how hard on her throat just getting that much out was.
Papyrus hummed, his fingers lifting to his chin. It would make sense that she wouldn't wash them if she couldn't find anything to do it with. "FEAR NOT, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS, WILL SHOW YOU WHERE THE WASHING MACHINE IS! AND HOW TO USE IT!!"
(Y/n) opened her mouth to object that she did know how a washer worked, but it didn't matter, because he had just turned and started out the door with, "COME, HUMAN, AND BRING A PILE OF LAUNDRY!!"
After having the instructions on how to use the machine yelled at her, for no particular reason, she was glad that it had been Sans that had found her, and that Papyrus had only come to check on her and would be leaving soon. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to stay in his presence without constantly being on the edge of a panic attack.
When she came back into the front room from where the laundry room was, behind a hidden door in the kitchen, Papyrus was standing a little awkwardly near the door.
"W-WELL… I CAN'T SPEND ALL DAY MAKING SURE THAT YOU DON'T DIE! I HAVE TO GO! …" He stood silently for another moment, then announced, "I'M GOING."
(Y/n) gave a smile and waved, the most she could do without hurting her throat further or risking offending him, and had to hold back a laugh as the start of a red glow touched his cheeks and he looked flustered for a millisecond before he gave a tug to straighten his outfit before he turned and walked out through the door.
After Papyrus left, (Y/n) mostly just hung around and did laundry, looking through things, but not finding much for her to do until she found a deck of cards, then she sat on the floor and played solitaire, pausing only when the laundry was done, to fold it and put it on the desk chair, not wanting to dig around in Sans’ drawers.
He was a guy… guys had… stuff … that she’d rather not stumble across… especially due to the strange things that had apparently turned him on before. Also, being a skeleton monster made him different from every other guy she'd known, and the thought of finding super weird fetish stuff that she'd inevitably be morbidly curious about gave her pause.
She wasn't a "freak" but… curiosity was something that had gotten the better of her before, and some things in life, you just didn't need to know.
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(Y/n) had finished the few loads of laundry, folded them, and turned to just playing card games by herself on Sans’ bed by the time the door opened and Sans walked in, looking tired and sweating a weird sort of translucent, but red tinged, perspiration.
He stepped in and closed the door behind him before looking up, but then froze in place and swept his shocked and slightly horrified gaze around the room.
For the second time that day, she wondered if she'd done something wrong by cleaning Sans' room.
He stiffly walked to the chair and pushed the laundry off onto the floor.
(Y/n) made an indignant noise from the bed, but heard him mutter, "too clean…"
Ahh, so he's one of those people who need a little disorder to feel comfortable , she noted, feeling the anxiety leaving her as he tossed his coat on the chair and turned to her.
He smiled and lifted a bag onto the bed. "i, uh- i uh- gotcha some stuff…" His expression shifted to that angry sort of flustered look he'd had before, paying close attention to how his other hand was fiddling with the edge of his red sweater. "somethin' ta wear, s-so ya don't have ta keep wearin' dirty clothes…"
Sans glanced over at her and felt another pang in his chest at the beautiful smile she was giving him.
fuck-! so adorable! an'... why d'i feel disappointed that she's not wearing my clothes, now?
(Y/n) smiled at him, mouthing thank you . She hesitated before nervousness seemed to grow over her a little and her gaze focused on the bed.
“wassup, sweetheart?” He asks, feeling a bit nervous about what was on her mind.
She gestured, asking, can I go home? She immediately winced and glanced up at him then back to the bed, as though she were worried he was going to hit her.
Sans felt his soul throb painfully at the thought of her leaving, and his hand automatically went to it. He realized what he was doing, and changed the movement to scratching his sternum through his sweater. Luckily, he had a reason for her to stay. He move the bag onto the floor, then sat on the mattress and laid back with his shoulders about even with her, making himself comfortable as he told her, “i talked ta alla my contacts, an’ it sounds like no one knows ‘xactly where ya are, but they definitely know that there’s a human on monster turf.”
Her brow dipped in confusion and she asked, how?
Sans shrugged as he put his arms behind his head, his fingers running over a crack on the back of his skull. “dunno fer sure-” ok, it might have been from his asking so blatantly if anyone had seen a human around- “but i hadda getcha here somehow. coulda jus’ been spotted on th’ way. tough luck, but, should be good in two or three days. ‘f we wait fer three, they’ll most likely ferget ta be lookin’ fer ya.”
(Y/n) eyed him, and he was glad that he’d already been sweating so that she hopefully didn’t notice the fresh round of perspiration beading on his skull. Finally, she seemed to accept it, and he let out an internal sigh of relief.
“so, you, uh, ya have an ok day?” She gave a half nod half shrug. “noticed ya cleaned up ‘round here… an’ i appreciate th’ thought behind it, sweetheart, ‘s real sweet a ya, but, i gotta ask ya; please don’t. kinda wigs me out when ‘s too clean. like it’s a fake fuckin’ storybook,” he muttered.
She put a hand on his arm, and it felt like Sans’ soul tumbled around his rib cage. He looked up to see the apologetic look on her face. Sorry...
Apologies? Yeah… Those were something that never happened in the Underground.
In a kill or be killed world, any sign of niceness was seen as a form of weakness, so niceties had been dropped long ago.
The way his sweetheart was so nice, showing kindness and caring was definitely something he liked about her, but… it also made him uncomfortable.
Sans would never turn away from her for her weakness, he wanted to protect her, keep her with him and safe. But… he didn't know how to react to this kindness. So he again took it to a place he was more comfortable with.
“ah, dollface, don’t worry ‘bout it…” He turned and his thumb went out to run down her cheek, trying not to let the tiny flinch get to him. “if it’d make ya feel better, i know somthin’ ya could do ta make it up ta me…” He gave her a smirky grin and took his hand back, putting a fingertip on his cheek. “how ‘bouta kiss?” He watched her gaze turn wary, her body stiffening like she was getting ready to bolt.
False, flirty affection and innuendo was so much easier to handle than real affection, even if he wanted her affection like a starving man wanted food. It seemed, though, that she knew how to take flirting about as well as he knew how to take a compliment, so he again changed directions.
“kiddin’- ‘m kiddin’, doll,” he assured quickly, feeling a prick of pain in his soul. He was not kidding. He'd probably do anything to get her to willingly kiss him again. “heya, knock knock.”
She looked at him uncertainly, but lifted a brow and tilted her head. Who’s there?
“sherlock,” he told her, watching as she puzzled over it.
Sherlock who…? Seemed to be what she asked with her confused expression after a moment.
“ sherlock yer door tight, sweetheart,” he told her, watching as her eyes closed as she took it in, then her posture changed as she silently chuckled.
Sans’ smile widened in satisfaction that she enjoyed his joke. “knock knock, doll.”
She lifted her brow to ask who's there, but it was the cute little smile on her face that made his soul throb.
“mustache,” he told her, watching her expression contort in confusion.
Mustache? Can skeleton monsters even grow mustaches? What the hell? She thought and tilted her head inquiringly.
“ mustache ya a question, but i’ll shave it fer later,” he told her with a blow off expression, watching her giggle as squeaks and huffs left her.
There… that adorable expression on her face was a much better look than her being worried that he was going to do something unpleasant to her. Even if the worry was justifiable, given his track record concerning her…
He just watched her giggling for a moment, red spreading over the bridge of his nose.
She tapped her hand to his arm and managed to ask, you know a lot of knock knock jokes?
“knock knock,” he told her in answer, and she lifted a brow immediately in question. “rhino,” he told her.
Oh, this one had to be good. She tilted her head and lifted her brow again.
“ rhino every knock knock joke there is,” he told her, his grin getting a bit goofier at her reaction. Stars she was cute! “so, what else d’ja do?”
(Y/n) wondered if it was something normal for monsters to talk so comfortably with someone they’d only really just met the day before. It really seemed like some ideal relationship situation from some rom-com; he got home from work, told her about his day, asked about hers… The only thing missing was an actual relationship…
She masked the feelings her internal musings brought up with the ease of practice and gestured around the room. She was good at ‘don’t rock the boat.’
“jus’ this, huh?” He asked and she nodded before pointing at the cards, indicating that she'd also played cards. “sounds like a good day ta me, but maybe ‘m jus’ lazy,” he said as he closed his eye sockets. A contented smile tilting his normal grin up. “‘m gonna try ta get a nap in before dinner. feel like joinin’ me?”
(Y/n) shook her head to answer him, knowing he could see her though his slightly open socket.
“suit yerself, sweetheart,” he told her, shifting his shoulders as he got comfortable.
He seemed to almost immediately fall asleep, soft snores coming from him, and not even reacting when she’d waved her hand in front of his face.
She went back to her card game, the weird feeling of being so comfortable around a strange man (one that had pushed her against the wall and basically rubbed against her, no less!) struck her as wrong, but she couldn't bring herself to be truly uncomfortable.
Uneasy and worried from his actions sometimes?
For sure.
Uncomfortable?
Nope.
Something brushed against and down her back, laying against her butt.
(Y/n) looked over her shoulder, seeing Sans' arm laid out behind her. She watched him closely, not wanting to miss any tell in his expression, but other than slightly rolling toward her, he still seemed asleep.
She gave a doubtful glance, but it fell to the back of her mind as she continued her game.
After a few minutes, she felt Sans rolling toward her more, his hand sliding over the bed, snaking over her thigh, wrapping around her waist and burying his face against her thigh.
Oh, yeah. He's asleep, my ass, she mentally grumbled.
She rolled her eyes and went back to her game, not entirely comfortable with this extent of touching, but she knew that some good friends got touchy and cuddled, so it wasn't some insanely strange concept to her, even if they weren't that close.
Halfway through the next round of her game, (Y/n) felt Sans' arms tighten around her, and she looked down to see him rolling over onto his stomach, putting him on the cards and into her lap, his head awkwardly pressing against her.
She tried to shift around to get rid of the discomfort of his skull pressing against her hip, and the weird kink he'd put in his neck vertebrae to do so.
Of course, with all of her edging around his head, and their shifting around, she ended up laying back with him in her lap, his skull laying on her stomach. How could this end any other possible way with her luck?
Honestly, though, with all the terrible things he could possibly do to her, that she knew of and worried about, laying with his head on her stomach hadn't even made the list.
She gave a shattered, huffing sigh that made her cough a little, but it cleared quickly.
She kept herself ready in case she was going to have to defend herself from the skeleton, but folded her arms over her chest to feel like she had at least a little cover, and resigned herself to laying there until either he "woke up," or she had to convince him to move so she could use the bathroom.
Sans tightened his arms around his sweetheart as she coughed, hating that he didn't have green magic to try and fix it instantly, but, thankfully, it quickly ended.
He tried to be subtle, not wanting to give away that he was awake, but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was nuzzle into the soft squishiness of her belly. Especially when some of her squishiest bits were against his clavicle and were tempting him to rub against them… and give them a sniff…
fuck- ya smell so fuckin' good, sweetheart… He mentally groaned to himself.
(Y/n) shifted under him, but he didn't let it disturb him; he was an expert at pretending to sleep.
"SANS-"
The skeleton on her belly jumped at the loud voice, giving a grunt of surprise.
"YOU BETTER BE DOWN HERE IN FIVE MINUTES TO EAT DINNER!!"
"paps, you fuckin' sonuvabitch," he grumbled to himself, not quite audible to (Y/n).
"welp. dinner time, doll. you joinin' us downstairs 'gain t'night?" He asked as he sat up, not leaving the bed, or her pile of cards, but off of her.
She gave him a nervous look, not wanting to be afraid, but also very afraid of the tall, loud skeleton downstairs.
"aww, c'mon sweetheart, he ain't that bad. i mean, don't get me wrong, 'e's bad, but not that kind a bad."
As strange as it was for her to trust anyone so quickly, his words kind of made her feel better about being in the same room as the taller skeleton.
She followed him downstairs, deciding that she was misreading the look on his face and posture as content and proud, as though she trusted him to be her knight in a red sweater; it was probably just self confidence.
God knew she'd never felt that much of it to know.
Sans pulled out a chair for her, but instead of waiting to push her in, he sat in the chair next to it and shifted the seat, pulling it closer to him when she sat.
(Y/n) would protest, but she really did feel safer being closer to him, and farther away from the other skeleton.
He served her a small slice of lasagna, and she knew that it was because he knew it was going to taste awful, and he didn't want to stick her with too much to eat instead of a plot to starve her.
It was a quiet dinner, much the same as the night before, with the toe of Sans' sneaker hitting the leg of her chair he was so close, and Papyrus giving her not at all hidden suspicious glares, as though he didn't think it was safe to hold a conversation in front of her.
(Y/n) took another bite of the lasagna and hid her wince.
She really should have hidden those spices earlier…
A/N: Oh Sans... there's a difference between telling Paps that he's an amazing cook and telling (Y/n) she has to stay there because there's no possible way she can get home. Also, I recently got a message from someone who had made fanart of another story I wrote and asked if I wanted to see it- uh, fuck yeah, I do! You kidding?! You were inspired by something I wrote?! I'm gonna fangirl... I love it even more because I can't draw... I guess what I'm saying is that if you do anything inspired from something I've written (art, stories, drabbles), you don't have to ask, there's a 100% chance I want to see it. And that I'll squeal.
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Precure Day 183
Episode: Yes! Precure 5 35 - “Nuts’s Key and Komachi’s Heart” Date watched: 4 May 2020 Original air date: 7 October 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/fqtuhS0 Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout
What did I say about sunsets?
This episode has everything! Romance! Adventure! Characters having long and meaningful conversations about their past failings! A new villain! Dramatic sunsets! Bad art! The return of the winter uniforms signifying that it’s truly fall! Let’s dig in!
The Plot
Komachi is on pins and needles as Nuts reads the eighth revision of her novel. As we’ve learned, he’s a harsh critic, but when he finally puts it down, he has nothing but praise for it, and everyone is relieved, so they decide to celebrate by going shopping. Privately, Coco and Nuts argue over Nuts’s serious attitude and being bogged down by certain past mistakes. Meanwhile in Nightmare, Hadenya has the day off so Kawarino suggests that Bloody takes to the field instead. The senior executive does not take kindly to being ordered around, and insists he’ll do things his way after being buttered up.
The girls drop off Komachi’s manuscript at a mailbox and then head into the mall. Urara wants to go shopping for a new outfit for an appearance the next day, so Nozomi, Rin, Karen, and Coco go with her, while Komachi and Nuts head to a bookstore. At one point, Rin and Karen butt heads over what outfits they think would look good on Urara, in typical fashion. Nozomi and Coco branch off and have a small heart to heart of their own, while Komachi and Nuts discuss the importance of life while they wait at the meeting point. You know, just ordinary small talk.
However, their conversation is interrupted by Bloody himself, sitting at a piano. He presents a Kowaina mask as his business card and drops it on the floor, turning the entire room into a writhing mass of arms and blocking the exit. His objective is fairly clear, he wants the Dream Collet from Nuts, and then he’ll be on his way. Of course, it’s not that simple. Komachi transforms and fights the arms, but Bloody’s best attacks are not physical, but mental. He stays right were he’s at and informs Nuts that he was the one who destroyed the Palmier Kingdom, and he did it because it was his job. Nuts’s job was to protect the kingdom, and he failed at that, which makes him unsuitable to use the Dream Collet, so he should hand it over. He continues to assault Nuts’s psyche by reminding him that Nuts opened the door that allowed for the siege to begin with, and now that they’re involving innocent people from another world in their battle, this world could end up destroyed like the Palmier Kingdom. While all of this is going on, Nozomi, Rin, Urara, and Karen have found the blocked off room, and try to fight their way in.
Back inside, Nuts very nearly hands over the Collet, but Cure Mint reminds him that he has a dream to fulfill of reviving the Palmier Kingdom, and she starts arguing with Bloody over who is worthy to use its power. He insists that it should be used by the powerful, while she maintains that it should be used by someone who knows, fears, and respects its power. She uses Mint Shield to protect Nuts, but some repeated attacks by the arms manage to break her barrier. Hope seems lost when suddenly her teammates burst through the wall and declare that there’s nowhere they can’t or won’t go to save their friends. Without breaking a sweat, Bloody slyly asks if that’s the source of their power, and why don’t they show him exactly what they can do? Each of them performs their enhanced special attack: Aqua Tornado, Rouge Burning, Lemonade Shining, and Crystal Shoot, dispelling the Kowaina. Bloody smirks and disappears to fight another day.
At a later date, Komachi walks into Natts House after school. Nuts thanks her for saving him the other day, and admits that he’s not as mature as he thought, since he was ready to hand over the Dream Collet. He then turns the subject to Komachi’s writing, since he notices she looks a little sleep deprived. He tells her that writing is important, but not at the cost of her health, and he’ll read anything she writes to help her become the best author she can, so he wants her to prioritize her well-being to do so. Tears of joy well up in her eyes because of his kindness, and the scene transitions to Komachi writing in the library. Karen looks over her shoulder to see what she’s writing, and Komachi says that this story is about a lonely woman who meets someone who opens up her heart. (subtle) The episode closes on her beaming face.
The Analysis
This episode gives me a lot to talk about but for once, I’ll start with the villains instead of the heroes. Bloody is not a character I really remember anything about from my first watch-through of this show back in 2013 or so. He appeared in the Christmas episode I watched in my 2018 Christmas special but he didn’t leave much of an impression there. I’m worried about what that means for his trajectory, because in this episode, he’s fantastic. Without ever transforming or taking any direct actions other than turning the room into a Kowaina he presents a severe threat to the girls. He manages to separate them from each other, overpower and trap Mint, and he nearly convinces Nuts to hand over the Dream Collet just by reminding him of his past failures. Even when Dream and the other girls manage to break through his barrier, he takes it in stride where any other villain would have panicked. They say “We’re stronger when we’re together!” and he goads them into using their attacks, getting a read on them, learning what their abilities are and figuring out how to thwart them in future encounters. He knows when he’s lost the fight, but you definitely get the sense he’ll be using what he’s learned the next time he goes head to head with the girls... which, according to the wiki, isn’t until episode 41. Sigh. It’s a great introduction, anyway.
I also want to highlight the fact that he didn’t create a monster Kowaina out of an object like everyone else so far has done, but he turned the entire room into one, which makes for a much more challenging battle for the girls and is a tactic that I wish was used more often, in all seasons. Instead of there being a singular enemy to focus their attention on, even if it’s fast or durable, attacks can come from any direction using this strategy and you never know where to turn. Even if Mint was able to ward it off for a few minutes on her own, she also nearly succumbed and would have lost if her friends hadn’t shown up at the last minute. Maybe she would have been able to pull a narrow victory, we saw in the last episode what some good old determination can do, but also Bloody is a very different beast from Hadenya. His ability to talk his opponents down is just as impressive as his actual power, which we are told is immense, since he was able to destroy the Palmier Kingdom by himself.
It is never explicitly stated that a Kowaina’s power and abilities are reflective of the one who creates it, only the kind of mask used, but it does seem that Bloody, being in a league of his own, has more powerful monsters, so I do wonder if this is the case... Of course Gamao also has really strong monsters, his main obstacle is being a lazy sack of shit, but we’ll touch on that next time.
Bloody’s ability to get inside of people’s heads shakes Nuts to his core, and it exposes a side of him that we haven’t really seen before. Sure, he’s always been reserved, and we knew he blamed himself for the fall of the Palmier Kingdom when he let in a pinky that turned out to be Girinma, but over the last few episodes the rest of the puzzle is starting to come together. We learned in episode 31 that Hadenya was the one who hurt Nuts so badly he went into hibernation in the Dream Collet, and now we find out that Bloody was the one who leveled the kingdom itself. Nuts has a lot of trauma associated with this, because it all comes back to him. Even if nobody else blames him, he blames himself, and the depths of his angst are a pretty mature topic for a show aimed at a young audience. I applaud the capacity for this show to handle it in a serious way and not brush off his suffering. He’s deeply hurt, and he realizes at the end he’s been holding onto a lot of grief, and he truly appreciates Komachi’s help in beginning to overcome it.
This represents a major step forward in their relationship. They started out rather tense, when he heavily criticized her novel, but both of them have grown closer as Komachi has seen and encouraged the softness inside of him. Now, she stands up for him at his most vulnerable, reminds him that he isn’t worthless or a failure, and that his compassion makes him the perfect person to be caring for the pinkies. In return for her support in achieving his goals, he promises to help her in any way he can to achieve hers, which for Komachi means he’ll read all her story drafts and help her become a better writer. Komachi and Nuts’s relationship is built on a mutual agreement to help and uplift each other, while Nozomi and Coco’s is built on achieving the same goal, and Karen and Milk’s is mostly about helping Milk to become a better person.
In summary this episode is a great exploration of one of the underappreciated relationships from the series, with perhaps the best first outing by a villain in the entire series to this point, even topping Ilkubo’s first appearance. As normal for this leg of the series there is some pretty weak art scattered about but it’s not too prevalent. You can view some of the worst offenders in my gallery. I will say though, the camerawork around Bloody is interesting, he’s often framed in extreme closeups of his face, tilted at an angle, and frequently only half of his face is shown. I’m not sure WHY because he’s not terribly expressive, but it’s something that stuck out at me on my screenshot capturing rewatch.
For record keeping purposes, it is now October in the show and thus the girls are seen back in their winter school uniforms with the lightly colored dress and dark purple blazer.
Lastly, I would be remiss if I let this little visual nod go unmentioned. In one scene, Coco is very clearly wearing Gurren Lagann sunglasses:
Gurren Lagann, Gainax’s high energy salute to super robot anime and the show that put Imaishi Hiroyuki on the map, premiered in April of 2007, so the producers of this series had plenty of time to include this little homage. If you’re not familiar, the pointed, angular sunglasses are a trademark element of both the titular robot itself and one of the main characters.
I can’t say definitively that it’s a reference but the timing of it feels very deliberate, so I’m calling it one.
Next time on Precure Daily, Gamao gets one last chance to defeat the Precures. Will he succeed? (no) Come back to find out how he loses!
Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 2 Kettei!
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Author: @gevnni For: @eyecicles Pairings/Characters: the SPK, brief mention of Mello Rating/Warnings: G; brief alcohol mention, food mentions Prompt: Awkward post-Kira case dinner at Gevanni’s house that includes all four living members of the SPK Author’s notes: Yeehaw, backstory time. I got the opening riff to Jack and Diane stuck in my head multiple times while editing/revising/rewriting this, so I hope you enjoy it. I also totally stole the title from Joy Division’s song.
To say Rester was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Gevanni had suggested dinner as a celebration in all his extroversion, and Lidner had been too tipsy to say no like she normally would. And Near was still recovering from that lovely near (ha) death experience.
Rester didn’t think Gevanni meant it would be dinner at his house. At least, him and Lidner would be buddies in arms. Though her reason for being uncomfortable would be an entirely different one and slightly more reasonable than feeling like an intrusion.
He knocked on the front door.
“It’s open!”
Really? “You know it could’ve been anyone knocking at the door,” he said.
“Robbers wouldn’t be so kind as to knock,” Gevanni replied from the kitchen. “Not when it’s a 27 year old who’s supposedly a grad student.”
“You live right in the New York City metro area. If I were a robber, I’d assume you were loaded,” Near said. “Age or not.”
“Thanks, Near. I’ve got loads of Disney movies, particularly some from the renaissance. And some more recent ones.”
Near nodded and perused the shelves, careful to mind the model ship in the way of Mulan.
“So, what, are we early?” Rester asks. “Where would I set my coat, by the way?”
“A couple minutes. Lidner likes to be fashionably late, I suppose. On the back of the couch is fine.”
Rester found himself mildly surprised. For all the sniping he’d put up with at the end of the case, there hadn’t been a single trace of bitterness in his tone. Let’s hope we can keep things civilized, he thought.
Though, it wasn’t so much “the end of the case” as it was “tensions running high in the days after Yellow Box.” And it eventually culminated in an argument between them. He didn’t ask, and he didn’t want to know.
“Not what you expected?” Gevanni asked, looking directly at Rester. He considered himself to have a decent poker face, but that habit had fell out of use after Kira. Apparently while he was ruminating, he’d migrated over by the recycle bin, half peeking into the kitchen.
“If I’m being honest, no.”
Someone knocked. Had to be Lidner. Rester internally crossed his fingers and hoped there wouldn’t be a big fight between them.
“Door’s open.”
“Ooh, I would hope that you don’t leave the door unlocked at night,” Lidner said.
“No,” Gevanni said shortly. “You can set your coat on the back of the couch. Dinner will be ready in a bit. Feel free to watch…” He glanced into the living room, “The Emperor’s New Groove with Near.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Rester assumed she felt like she was being sequestered away with Near. Which may not be entirely wrong.
So why invite all of us to dinner then? Rester thought. Actually, though, that was pre-spat. Maybe Lidner was too polite to rescind her invitation?
Near reached for the cups, almost on his literal tiptoes. Rester grabbed a glass and passed it to him.
“Hot pot, watch out,” Gevanni warned, weaving between them easily.
“Lucky timing,” Lidner muttered.
Rester held in a snort. Lidner and Gevanni had to sit together at the table, since him and Near had taken the spots next to each other. Habit, he supposed.
The silence that progressed was awkward. Reminiscent of the scene in Clue where everyone sat in silence slurping their soup, even. Painful to participate in, painful to watch.
“Pull the lever, Kronk!” Yzma declared. And as she fell, “Wrong leveeeeer!”
As if the situation couldn’t get weirder (Rester had no kids of his own and no experience whatsoever with this movie), Lidner began laughing.
And, like a domino effect, each of them began laughing.
“Man,” Lidner said, wiping the corner of her eye, “nothing brings people together faster than weird things happening in the background. Why do you even—” she snickered at that, “have this movie?”
“My nieces. They come to visit on occasion and I have ‘em stockpiled for that reason,” Gevanni replied, slightly red in the face.
“Wait, you have nieces?” Rester asked.
“Two.” He held up two fingers. “Count ‘em, two. My sister’s kids.”
Recognition dawned on Lidner’s face.
“Yeah, there’s a lot I don’t talk about. I had to land on a team of introverts, huh?”
“Silence, extrovert,” Lidner said, picking at her Bolognese.
“You being a younger brother makes a lot of sense,” Rester said.
“Ouch, Rester.”
“At least you don’t have a nephew. Dude bounces off the walls so much, I wonder how my brother didn’t stop at one,” Lidner said.
For a fleeting moment, Gevanni looked abashed.
Rester logged each of their expressions for later inspection. “Is he your older or younger brother?”
“Younger. I’d think that was obvious. Don’t tell me you’re an only child, Rester,” Lidner replied.
“Two younger sisters.”
Near wiped his hands, tangled a finger in his hair, and brought a knee to his chest. “Only sibling. Though, I suppose you could count Wammy’s House’s students as de facto siblings. Even if I was normally alone.”
The opening riff to Jack and Diane began. “Sorry, that’s mine. Mom?” Gevanni stepped away from the dinner table and retreated to a room.
“You have a terrible poker face, Lidner,” Rester said lightly.
To her credit, she didn’t prove his point. She merely raised an eyebrow and asked, “What makes you say that?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Your immediate reaction when he mentioned his sister was to go oh, shit. I could read it in your face.”
The other eyebrow shot up. “I never thought I’d hear you say anything beyond damn.” She mixed the Bolognese sauce into the noodles more, careful to avoid her pristine white shirt, and added, “I wasn’t aware of him having an older sister. Or that she had two kids.”
“Bull.”
“Pardon?”
He raised his eyebrows. “So is there something about this sister that’s so significant, or…? Same as your brother.”
Lidner stiffened. “That’s for him to tell. As for the latter, this is meant to be a nice dinner.” She paused. “Kira shouldn’t be going anywhere near this conversation.”
Really? I hadn’t read too far into their files when Near asked me to encrypt them after Mello.
“You’ve given me a lot more information than you think you have.”
“No. I haven’t.”
Lidner tilted her chin up.
“I’m only giving you the information that I’m judging you privy to. You ought to be more acquainted with that.”
Read: Stop asking me about my brother. This conversation is over.
What a chess player she is. And what a game he’s playing.
Gevanni isn’t exactly volatile but he knows that Gevanni has well defined limits, and pushing them is asking for more trouble than it’s worth. Lidner isn’t as open about it, but her subtlety could easily lure Rester into a false sense of security.
“So, what was the call with your mother about?” she asked as Gevanni retook his seat. Like the conversation never happened.
“She wants me to figure out presents for the aforementioned nieces. Two months in advance.” He said this with a brief laugh, but quickly sobered. “I’m more curious about the conversation that happened in my absence, though.”
Note to self, Rester thought, Lidner’s not the only one that plays on the false sense of security. There’s no point in lying anyways.
“I said Lidner had a terrible poker face when you mentioned your sister. After a bit of back and forth, I asked if there was something significant about your respective siblings. She said that it was for you to tell, and that this is meant to be a nice dinner and Kira shouldn’t be going anywhere near it. I said that she’s given me a lot more information than she thinks she has, and she basically told me this conversation was over.”
Gevanni didn’t make a move; he shrugged and kept it brief: “She said it better than I could.”
“It’d be hard for the Kira case to not creep up,” Near said. He tugged at his hair. “We’re all directly impacted by it.”
He’d know, Rester thought.
“When it’s meant to be a nice dinner is a completely different issue,” Lidner said, jamming her fork just a bit hard into the noodles.
Near gave Lidner a warning look. “‘Nice’ dinner or not, Kira remains an indelible part of our lives. Rester may not have had to ask, but I’d rather we saved the sniping for something more important. Such as a back and forth with a future unsub.”
Near’s been watching a bit too much of the Gundam series again. Rester has to applaud him for the subject change.
“Someone’s seen too many movies,” Gevanni said. “Do we have a new case coming up?”
“Not yet. Is the spice cabinet within reach?”
“Depends on what you need.”
“Red pepper flakes.”
To his credit, Gevanni didn’t look comically surprised. “I think they should be.”
“I never pegged you as being into spicy food,” Lidner said. Her eyebrows slowly raised the more Near shook out the flakes. Gevanni shook his head. Rester barely caught Lidner saying, “My dad’s like this but with black pepper.” In a lesser moment, he attributed it to his age.
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Near said.
“Got fooled by the clothing, huh,” he said, laughing when Lidner elbowed him in the ribs.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you seasoned your food with salt and pepper.”
“Hey!”
—
“I wasn’t raised to freeload while at someone’s house,” Lidner said, hands on her hips.
“It’s my food that I made, my house, my dishes and dishwasher, and I was the one who organized this, so I’m taking care of the dishes,” Gevanni said. Hilariously enough, he also stood with his hands on his hips and with a dishtowel over his shoulder. He looked rather matronly, if you asked Rester.
“Rester, please break the tie.”
“There’s a tie?” Rester asked, looking up from the desk in the corner. This is where Gevanni makes model ships? Nice setup.
“He’s not letting me help with the dishes.”
“Because you’re a guest!”
You sound like siblings bickering over shotgun. He shrugged. “If the man wants to suffer, let him.”
“Just because you don’t like doing dishes doesn’t mean I don’t.”
He didn’t even have to look to know Gevanni was frowning at him, but then the sentence sank in. Rester turned around. “Are you kidding?”
“No? It’s a pain but it’s clinically proven to relieve stress. And watch the models, they’re fragile.”
“Clearly, it hasn’t worked,” Lidner said, looking him up and down.
“I can’t win even in my own house.” He shook his head. “Either way, I am doing—” here, he gestured at Lidner with the towel for emphasis, “the dishes whether you want me to or not.”
Lidner folded her arms. “I’m going to supervise, then.”
“Why would you supervise me doing dishes?”
“My brother used to load the plates on the top rack like a heretic.”
“I can assure you, the plates don’t go on the top rack in my dishwasher. If you want to inspect my dishwasher as it is, feel free.”
They retreated to the kitchen. The dishwasher opened. As if they needed more evidence to prove that Lidner doesn’t and didn’t pull her punches. “Oh, thank God.”
Rester could only laugh at the absurdity, and join the younger team members in a glass of red wine.
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May 21; 2:37am
Rester didn’t particularly consider himself the sentimental type. That seemed more Gevanni’s alley than his. No offense to the man; the world needs people like that as much as they need someone like Lidner. But shared trauma ties people together like nothing else, so Rester tried to give himself some leeway.
However, looking over and seeing his coworkers and boss sprawled all around the room and dead to the world after a long case brought forward the memory of the dinner. As well as relief that Lidner and Gevanni had mended things.
He brought out spare blankets and pillows and placed them over his colleagues, before passing out himself.
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Lions, Tigers and Bears, oh my! pt. 2; Winchester brothers x teen sister reader
And here is the second part of my new series and here is where I leave you guys cause I’m in the process of writing pt.3 but it’s still the beginning part and idk when I’ll end it before beginning pt.4. Now fill free to listen to the music choice I’ve chosen and if for some reason the link doesn’t work PLEASE LET ME KNOW so that I may try to fix it. Enjoy pt. 2 my lovelies and until next time ;)
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I was currently on the couch and Sam was huffing and growling almost as if he were talking to me and lecturing me.
Dean wouldn’t stop glaring at me almost as if he were ready to attack me while Gabriel was enjoying every second of it.
“There’s no point in going at me Sam. It’s Gabriel’s toy!” I then turned towards the Archangel and said. “How do we reverse this?”
“Ohh see that’s the thing. There’s no potion or spell that can reverse this one”.
“What?!”
“And there is one more thing. By the second sunrise, your commandment will be permanent”. At that my jaw dropped as I turned to my brothers who were now both glaring at me.
“Please Gabriel, there’s got to be something that can be done to undo this thing”. He looked at me then my brothers as he hummed before I snapped out his name in anger then he said.
“Well there is one way to undo this. But it’s not by the usual way you Winchesters try to do, it’s what you have to do baby Winchester” I glared at the nickname as he then continued, “The one way to reverse this curse is to remember this phrase; Fate be changed, look inside. Mend the bond torn by Pride”.
“Isn’t that out of a movie or something?” I questioned.
“Movie or not that’s what you have to learn in order to change dear old Dean and Sammy boy back to their original selves. If you don’t realize that lesson before the second sunrise….well that’s just bad news for you kiddo”. I remained silent and looked at my brothers before Gabriel’s voice spoke up again “Well now that I’ve got my orb back, I bid you Winchesters adieu”. He bowed graciously.
“Wait no, no, no, no, no!” But it was too late as he was gone and the sound of fluttering wings echoed through the cabin. I kicked down a table and cried out “SON OF A BITCH!!!” I then turned towards my brothers and they both looked down solemnly.
I looked at them sadly and I knew that I couldn’t keep a full grown lion or black bear in the cabin for much longer. Pretty soon the rangers would come in to check on me and my brothers so I might as well use the damage that my brothers had already done after not recognizing each other at first to make it seem like wild animals had gotten in and trashed the place.
After packing up the bags into the car I got inside and just before Dean got in I told him.
“Whoa, whoa what do you think you’re doing?” He roared at me but I didn’t understand him. “What?” I asked. My eldest brother then proceeded to roar very slowly and enunciating his roars at some points before looking at me as his ears perked up. “Sorry Dean-o, I don’t speak bear”.
Even as a bear he still was able to give me a bitch face as he gestured to himself first before pointing at the driver’s seat where I was currently sitting at before pointing at me then at the backseat.
“Oh no, no, no. Dean you don’t even have apposable thumbs, how the hell are you supposed to drive Baby? Hell you won’t even fit in this car with all that fat you’ve got”. His bitch face grew darker and it was then Sam stepped in and placed his paw on top of Dean’s back and pulled him backwards and the two of them proceeded to argue about it.
Both of them roaring and growling at each other before finally Sam let out a let roar and growled lowly and soon Dean submitted and started grumbling lowly as he sat on his butt. Sam turned to me and I smiled at him and said.
“Thanks Sam, now you boys follow me, and try to stay out of sight”. He nodded then I started Baby up and I pulled her out of the driveway and proceeded to take the road further down until I found a path leading straight for the woods.
I made the left turn and drove up the pathway until I came to a clearing where I could hide her well enough up until the spell reverses. I exited the car and locked her up then I took out the camouflage sheet cover and put it over her so that she wouldn’t draw anyone’s attention with her fabulous black paint.
I then heard a snap of a twig and soon coming out of the trees was Sam and Dean.
“Hey guys, well let’s see if we can’t find ourselves an old cave or something to set up camp for the night”. I then walked on ahead with some of the bags and my brothers followed behind me.
After about an hour and a half hike, we finally came up to good area with a cave. It was a nice area that was close enough to a small river with plenty of fish for Dean to eat. And I knew where there was water, some game would come as well and that should satisfy Sam’s hunger as well as Deans should he want anything bigger.
“Well at least we’ll be nice and dry should any rain come. Check out the cave for a second Dean, make sure no one’s home”. He immediately went inside the cave and after about a minute, he head poked out and he gave us a gesture to enter.
Sammy and I went inside and I set the bags down and settled myself down. Man hunting is one thing but hiking….ugh that really knocks you right now. Dean settled himself right down in front of me while Sammy came around behind me and lay down on his stomach and let out a big old lion yawn.
“Tired already?” I gently brushed through his dark mane he turned towards me before falling down onto his side. “Well lions to typically sleep 23 hours a day, especially the males”. He glared softly at me and I held my hands up in surrender telling him that I was just telling the facts.
It was then I took notice of Dean sniffing through the snack bag and I pulled it away from him and said.
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“Ah-ah not those!” He growled at me and I instantly knew he was asking ‘why?’ “Because you big goober you’d eat the whole thing and I’d have nothing to eat. You need to eat what bears eat”. I then pointed out to the river where I knew there would be some salmon there.
Now Dean being a smug little shit that he is, thought that he could catch a ton of fish and especially now since bears were experts at getting fish. So he swaggered over to the stream and stood on top of the small rock formation on his two feet and as fish came flying up he missed each and every one of them.
He kept trying and trying until finally he almost had one but it kept getting out of his paws until he finally fell off the top of the stream and fell into the river. As he came up two fish slapped each side of his face and he just sat there with yet another bitch face on him. I rolled my eyes and stood along the river and gestured for him to get back on his feet.
I now stood beside him at the top of the stream and gestured for him to watch me. I waited patiently for a fish to come and as soon as one came right at my feet, I grabbed it quickly with both hands and then made eating motions towards Dean.
He then looked towards the stream to see more fish coming up towards him. He decided to keep his mouth open hoping that a fish would just jump right in which eventually one did but it kept squirming in Dean’s mouth so he spat it out which made me laugh as he licked his lips before finally catching one that flew right by him on instinct.
He let out a surprised grunt and turned towards me and I applauded him. Fish after fish he caught then when he caught another fish he decided to see if he could toss it up onto land to save it for me but he didn’t throw far enough and it landed on the smooth rocks which allowed it to swim back into the water.
Dean grumbled and slammed his paw on the water which made me laugh before he turned towards me and I shut my mouth teasingly while still smiling at him.
The rest of the time Dean and I spent fishing together. As he was on the tail of one of them, I cried out to get his attention on a big one that I had nabbed.
When suddenly it slipped out of my hands and I fell backwards into the water but some of my fall was cushioned and when I turned around, I saw Sammy. He looked at me with warm golden eyes and pushed me back up the rocks before following behind me. Soon the rest of the afternoon was filled with fishing with my brothers.
The things we never got to do growing up, that they never got the chance to do since hunting had been a part of their lives much longer than it has mine.
Having fun.
Sammy like a house cat trying to chase after a laser pointer, was trailing behind a fish while Dean was on point of another one. And if we weren’t fishing then we were playing with each other. Sam and Dean wrestling with each other splashing water everywhere trying to see whether Lion or Bear was the strongest beast.
Then I would get in on the wrestling match or just start kicking and splashing water towards them and that’s when Dean would stand up before slamming his paws on the water sending water my way. Or with Sam when he would playfully but gently pounce on me sending me down to the water.
I now brushed the wet hair out of my face to see Dean sitting along the water like a real bear with a salmon in his paws while Sammy was up along the shore licking his catch like a real lion claiming his kill. As I stared at them I almost couldn’t help but think back on all that’s happened this far.
Maybe Gabriel was right. We Winchesters are known to be stubborn and prideful at times because we always want to be right and prove that we can save everyone, especially me.
I’ve lost my brothers so many times that if I had lost them on that witch hunt—I wouldn’t know what I would’ve done. I just….couldn’t go through that heartbreak again.
That’s why I did what I did on that hunt, and now here I was with my brothers for the first time since I was a kid before I got involved with hunting playing with them like I used to.
It was then both my brothers began to walk away but in different directions. I quickly raced out of the water and grabbed my gun and first followed behind Dean calling out to him.
“Wait! Where you going?” As I got closer to Dean I couldn’t help but giggle after still having the adrenaline of having fun just a second ago as I reached out to him saying, “Dean come back” but as soon as I touched him, something happened.
He turned and growled at me.
I looked at him confused and softly backed away. He fully turned towards me his head now lowered as he grunted and growled aggressively, his ears pointed backwards and he showed no sign of fear as he kept stomping towards me. But what struck me most were his eyes, pure black but they were demon eyes, his irises were just blown up pitch black as his brown eyes weren’t there anymore.
“Dean….is that you?” he then lunged his paw out his claws ready to slice me to pieces but I ducked and let out a cry but felt no claws on me. I slowly looked up to see Dean mid-way in his attack almost like with a snap of a finger he was back to normal.
He looked at his paw fearfully before I said his name like a scared little girl. Dean let out a soft bear whimper as he backed away before standing up on his two legs with his front paws crossed over each other.
“You changed. Like you were a—” he grunted again worriedly as I try to break it too him gently, “I mean….like you were a bear on the inside”. He grunted regretfully then he got back down on his fours and nuzzled me, begging me to forgive him. “I forgive you Dean-o but you don’t think Sammy…..” He huffed before he gestured for me to get on his back.
I did as told and he ran on ahead as we tried to find Sam. We soon found him out in the open eating himself a large moose growling lowly as he ate the large creature.
“Never thought I’d live to see when our moose would eat a real moose. What would Crowley think of that?” I stated. Dean let out a bear grumble and he cautiously walked up towards Sam. Once we were about a foot away from Sam, I slowly got off of Dean and I cautiously said.
“Sammy?” It was then he turned towards me growling defensively as his big paws pulled his kill closer to him. I knew then that I wasn’t talking to my big brother, but a real lion. He continued to growl defensively at me before he did a false charge which made me jump back as Dean stood defensively on his hind legs and roared as Sam and whacked him with his paw.
At that moment, Sam’s growling stopped and he just looked at us before looking down at me with sad eyes. Dean stood down and said something to Sammy in bear language which Sam understood.
Sammy looked to me and slowly walked up towards me and I held my hand out to him and he placed his strong muzzle against my hand and I felt through his soft, golden fur.
“It’s okay Sammy, Dean about did the same thing. But that means we’ve got to get you guys back to normal and fast, who knows when you guys could go rouge again”. I looked up to see that the sun was starting to set so I lead the boys back to the cave campsite.
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S3:12: Eagleton
I’m revving up this blog and since I gotta start somewhere why not start arbitrarily in the middle of the show?
This particular episode begins with Leslie (Knope) walking into Ron (Swanson)’s office and says, “Good morning, Ron.” Leslie awkwardly stands over Ron’s desk and tries to confuse him with conversation before asking him what he’s doing on his birthday on Friday. (It is a trap) Ron replies that he never does anything for his birthday to which Leslie goes, “AHAAAAA” because he has fallen into her trap. She then sings a birthday song I suspect that she made up on the spot. Blah blah blah Ron doesn’t like people having information on him, Leslie digs it up to annoy him because that’s kind of her deal. Is it out of love? She claims it is. But if she truly loved Ron, and she claims she does, she would leave him alone. He just wants to be left alone.
Tom (Haverford) comes in after the intro sequence with the happy music and American images and places a photograph in Leslie’s hands and tells her that “they” put up a fence around a children’s park on the Pawnee/Eagleton border. Donna (Meagle) makes a comment about how Eagletonians are rich snobs but doesn’t miss the chance to mention her Mercedes Benz. Ben (Wyatt) asks who would build a fence around a playground and Leslie immediately knows who without any evidence, she just KNOWS. And the answer is Lindsay Carlisle Shay (played by Parker Posey) who used to be Leslie’s best friend until she took that job that Leslie turned down. Moving to Eagleton apparently changed this woman at her core and made her despicable in the eyes of Leslie. Maybe the fence was a good idea, considering Leslie admits that the Pawnee side of the park is where bad kids go to smash fluorescent light tubes. Eagleton is just trying to protect their kids from glass shards and mercury vapor. But Leslie, being the communist she is, believes the park is for everyone. Leslie gives April (Ludgate) a list of things to do to prepare for Ron’s birthday. Ron is fearful.
The next scene is at a public forum which normally provides some of the best comedic moments in the series because it illustrates the stupidity of Pawnee’s citizens. One man is concerned that his kids are going to play in the rock quarry since the park is fenced off. Another man suggests that they burn the fence down. Leslie shuts the idea down by saying that would be the felony of arson. The man doesn’t care. A different man suggests that they put up a fence around the Eagleton fence to make maintenance harder for them. A woman stands up and says that her boy, Joey (last name unimportant) hurt his arm trying to climb the fence to play on the nicer side and demands that the government take down the fence. Leslie promises the entire forum that she will, in fact, tear down the wall like she’s Mikhail Gorbachev (a communist). The entire forum applauds her lie. The arson man brings up the idea of burning the fence and Leslie says, “yeah, great” like she agrees with him which is confusing, possibly giving the man the green light to commit a felony. We never see him again in the show so maybe he goes to prison after attempted arson.
April is on the phone speaking loudly enough for Ron to hear the ridiculous party favors she’s trying to order. Ron holds down the switch hook to forcefully hang up the call and tells April to stop. Then Lindsay Carlisle Shay shows up and brightens up the dingy Pawnee parks department, even though they all hate her. Leslie and Lindsay are fake nice in their reunion. Ben introduces himself to her, probably hoping to get a piece since it’s going nowhere with Leslie, but is shot down when she calls him Dan and dismisses the correction he tries to make. Leslie tries to goad Lindsay by introducing Ann (Perkins) as her best friend. Lindsay couldn’t give a shit. She sees Ann as sad and tired because she’s a nurse and looks like she regrets shaking her hand probably because she touches a lot of blood in her line of work. Leslie and Lindsay step out into the courtyard where Lindsay says she does charity work in Pawnee but basically calls it a lost cause. Leslie then pulls out an old photograph of Lindsay from before she got a nose job and lost some weight as well as her soul. Lindsay tries to pry it out of Leslie’s vice-like grip. They have a pointless conversation about the park and the fence and Lindsay leaves after insulting the town that Leslie loves most and Leslie can do nothing but stand there and take it. She tells the camera crew what she would have said if she were quicker with the quips and it honestly wouldn’t have been worth saying at the time anyway.
Commercial break (I’m watching this on Netflix so there are no commercials)
Leslie, Ben, and Tom are now in Eagleton at the Eagletonian version of a public forum which looks more like an upscale cafe. Lindsay, donning horse riding garb greets all three of them and calls them “Pawnee.” Tom introduces himself using his full name to which Lindsay says, “okay.” Leslie asks her if she was just at the stables and she confirms that, indeed, she was. Lindsay comments on Leslie’s appearance, saying she looks like she’s been working really hard and offers her a mirror or a self-help book. They are mean to each other right before the forum begins.
April walks into Ron’s office and asks for details about his house to plan for people to come for a birthday party. Ron sees Ann walking into the department with balloons in her hand. Thinking they are for him, the birthday boy, he quickly dashes over to her with a pen in hand and begins popping them. Ann explains that the balloons were for a sick child at the hospital. Ron is not remorseful. He orders Ann to go into his office so that they can speak in private. Ann remarks that she doesn’t work for him and doesn’t have to do what he says. Ron doesn’t give a shit.
Back in Eagleton, Leslie tries to explain her side for not having a fence at the park. Eagleton citizens are met with applause when they introduce themselves to the forum and offer their own perspectives. One woman says that the fence is a punishment for Pawnee. Leslie spews more communist drivel saying any kid should be able to play in any park “regardless of wealth or status” and applauds herself awkwardly as the Eagletonians watch in silence. She then points to the boy from before who had hurt his arm climbing the fence. A man says he saw the boy selling fireworks to Eagleton kids. His mother then inaudibly chews him out right then and there. Lindsay thinks this illustrates her point that Pawnee is a shithole town and the only way to become better is to change everything about it, like she did herself. The entire forum applauds at her words while Leslie stands there in anger and defeat.
Back at the office Ron demands that Ann tells him what’s going on for his birthday. She was unaware it was even his birthday so she tells him happy birthday. Ron tells her to shut her damn mouth, like the rude ass that he is. Ron, even though Ann didn’t know it was his birthday, pressures her to tell him what Leslie is planning and she has to tell him that she has no clue. She tells him what Leslie did for her birthday which increases the fear within Ron.
The Pawnee gang leaves Eagleton and Leslie gives the backstory of the fallout between her and Lindsay which, who cares. It’s a very short scene and Lindsay’s never in the show again, so.
Ron asks Chris (Traeger) to send Leslie on some kind of government related trip so that she can’t celebrate Ron’s birthday. Chris is informed that it’s Ron’s birthday from this conversation, tells Ron “happy birthday” grabs his face and plants a big wet kiss right on his mouth.
At the park with the fence, Leslie, Tom, Ben, April, Donna, Andy (Dwyer), and Jerry (Gergich) are there to throw trash all around the Eagleton side of the fence. Ben rhetorically asks Leslie if that just plays into what Eagleton already thinks of them. Leslie ponders his point for a second and decides he is right. Leslie often doesn’t think things through and acts emotionally. Lindsay shows up with her dog, Sambuca. Leslie tries to make her see that all this is stupid and that she’s from Pawnee. Lindsay denies it. Leslie questions her takeout from JJ’s Diner and she explains that the waffles are great dog laxatives. Once she feeds her dog the waffle, Leslie fucking loses her shit and viciously attacks Lindsay. The police arrive and they try to get each other to apologize which leads to the best dialogue in this entire episode which is why I’m going to transcribe it verbatim...
Leslie: I will never apologize to her. Lindsay: Nor I, her. Leslie: (mockingly) Nor I, her. I doth proclaim to be a stupid fartface. Lindsay: Nice retort. Did G.B. Shaw write that for you? Leslie: DID G.B. SHAW WRITE YOUR STUPID FARTFACE?
The Pawnee officer then says that if they don’t apologize they’re gonna toss them into jail.
So obviously they end up in jail. Lindsay is shown in a typical jail cell, while Leslie is in a comfortable lilac holding cell where she is offered refreshments, but she declines.
The next day Andy walks into Ron’s office and says he forgot to put a shirt on. Ron is wearing a shirt, but admits that he slept there to avoid being kidnapped by Leslie in his own home. He tries to get Andy to reveal what’s going on for his birthday but Andy says that Leslie’s done so much for him that he wouldn’t betray her like that. Ron respects that. However Andy lets slip that he’s going to kidnap him.
In the Eagleton jail cell, Ann comes to bail out Leslie. Who cares what happens here, it isn’t funny. Except when Ann offers to beat Lindsay senseless with a baseball bat.
Next scene is a baseball game using the fence that Eagleton put up. Effectively repurposing the fence but if you can recall she promised the Pawnee citizens at the forum that she would get it taken down. Leslie is a liar. Lindsay is impressed that Leslie is so efficient at her job, making baseball teams and organizing the game. They tentatively make plans to hang out sometime but who knows if it ever happens. I wish she returned to the show at some point because I like Parker Posey but whatever.
After psychologically torturing Ron all week, Leslie leads Ron into a cozy room where she set up his birthday surprise which is whiskey and steak and other things Ron likes. Then they have a touching conversation but who cares, it isn’t funny.
This is a good episode. On the comedic meter it’s not as funny as some other episodes but its message of finding common ground between enemies who used to be friends is touching. And it has Parker Posey in it so I give it like an 8/10.
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Last updated 2/7/19 (new fics indicated)
Fight me? - 'Fight me,' the high voice quipped from under the mountain of pillows, and Harry let out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut immediately because what was he doing?? The anesthesia must still be wearing off. Harry walked up to the patient again, bemused, and tugged at the pillow, but the person had a surprisingly strong grip on them. Again, with more annoyance in his tone, he said, 'fight me.' Or, Harry is a nurse, to a slightly loopy and sassy Louis. (one shot, 1k) added 1/14/18
Where All Our Colours Come Together - Uni AU in which Harry is a law student, studying out in the park to get some fresh air. He is interrupted by a cute boy who wants to draw him. (one shot, 1k) added 4/30/18
Breathe For Me - “Harry Styles?” A voice called out, and Harry blinked in shock as he was assaulted by a sweet, luscious scent. There was an omega standing in the doorway, and his looks certainly matched his smell. Or, Harry is an alpha with a severe phobia of needles, and Louis is the cute omega phlebotomist who needs to get a blood sample from him. (one shot, 1k) added 1/14/18
tastes like you, only sweeter - “Oops."Louis raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Hi.”“You're Louis. Niall talks about you all the time.”Louis makes a noise in the back of his throat. “And you're loud as hell, making cookies in the fucking kitchen at arse o’clock in the morning,” the boy winces again, green eyes shining in guilt at the older boy. “This is the first I'm hearing of you.”“It's Harry, actually,” he says good naturedly, dumping the dirty flour in the trash and turning to the sink to wash his hands. “But I like that nickname, too.”-Based off of the tumblr prompt "You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry" (one shot, 2k) added 4/30/18
❤ For Effort - When Harry Styles lets his team down during gym class, resulting everyone having to run laps, he expects the worst. But the backlash never comes.Harry's crush, Louis Tomlinson, may or may not have something to do with that. (one shot, 2k)
i can’t breathe (without you as mine) - It's slightly strange that Harry doesn't recognize him but Louis doesn't really mind because for some reason that's a mystery to him, Harry still somehow seems to be smitten with him. or, the one where Harry just had surgery and is at the mercy of anesthetics and Louis is having far too much fun video taping Harry's initial reaction to seeing him. (one shot, 2k) added 1/14/18
Whisk You Away - "Okay, so you met your high school crush, Harry Stills--" "Styles." "Not for long," Niall said in a sing-song tone, and Louis threw a chip at his face. It landed on top of his head. Niall grabbed it and put it in his mouth. "Anyway, so he is getting married tomorrow and invites you to help him bake a cake." "Mhmm." "And you accept. You can’t bake. And you can’t even make pancakes...Bravo." Or...Louis is quick at assuming the worst, only for the best thing to happen. (one shot, 2k)
kiss me under the light of a thousand stars - Harry is a hopeless romantic. Once, when he was younger, he lit a path of candles in a park by his girlfriend's house. But when he had called her out, she said it was too dark outside and she wasn’t coming out. That may or may not have been the last time Harry did anything nice for her. But this -- this is different. He isn’t fourteen anymore and he isn’t trying to impress a girl.No, this is for Louis. Louis, who is twenty-five and precious and so, so important to Harry. He would do anything for Louis. That is why Harry is going to propose to him.~~~Or, the AU where Harry and Louis take stargazing to the next level and maybe a proposal takes place under the stars (one shot, 2k) added 1/14/18
The Weirdest Bloody Ice Cream Shop - Harry made eye contact with Lou and noticed his eyes were very blue. “Well…” Harry started. “Because you have the same name as this shop. It’s a shop rule that everyone named Lou gets free fro-yo.” Lou's lips turned up very slightly at each end. He was rather pretty when he wasn’t yelling at Harry. “Neat rule,” Lou said. “Too bad my name is Louis.” And with that Louis (not Lou) shoved a £10 note in the tip jar and walked out of Lou’s Frozen Yoghurt with his probable sister. Probably forever. Harry sighed and looked at his watch. He had two hours left before he could close up, and, as it would turn out, he thought about the cute, angry boy named Louis for most of them. OR the frozen yoghurt au in which harry accidentally accuses louis of wanting to date a 5 year old and louis keeps calling frozen yoghurt ice cream (one shot, 3k)
In the Cards - When Zayn has an emergency & needs to leave the metaphysical store he works at, a very clueless Louis must give a not-so-clueless Harry a tarot reading. At least he's got improv skills, right? (one shot, 3k, humor) added 2/7/19
Heart Beats Like the Speed of Light - Harry goes as a guest to Nick Grimshaw's Breakfast Radio show and he plays a game where he is connected to a heart monitor. Things get complicated when Louis appears. Or the one where Harry just goes crazy everytime he sees Louis. (one shot, 3k) added 7/27/18
Crush on My Croissant - Every morning at 6:50am the most attractive man in the world walks into Harry's bakery and orders a chocolate croissant. What happens when Harry finally decides it's time to take things to the next level? (one shot, 3k, part of a small series)
someone give this man a baby before he steals one - harry didn't exactly expect to find himself on liam's doorstep on a saturday afternoon asking to borrow liam's son but harry has convinced himself that its his destiny. or au where harry needs to find a baby to borrow in less than 24 hours because he may or may not have lied to a rather fit single father named Louis in a grocery store about having a child, and he may or may not have agreed to a 4 year old's birthday party on a Sunday afternoon. (one shot, 4k) added 1/14/18
took my heart upon a one way trip - in which, louis needs help with a poetry assignment and harry can't stop staring at the pretty boy who walked into his bookshop. the other three are in there too. (one shot, 4k)
you just gotta have faith - “You know, sometimes I was so scared. I thought I’d never get the chance,” Louis said quietly, squeezing Harry’s fingers and shaking his hair out of his eyes. “The chance to do what, Lou?” Harry asked looking curiously at the boy walking backwards in front of him while holding both of his hands. “The chance to love you,” he replied quietly. “But now we’ve been together for two whole years Haz, can you believe it? I always knew in my heart that you were it for me, you know? You were always the silver lightning in everything, the one person I’d always look for, the one I have always wanted to come back to, no matter what. You have always been my best friend, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to get to call you my boyfriend, to share my life with you. How crazy is it? You make me so strong and you make my life so much better, baby.” Or the one in which Harry and Louis met four years ago, have now been dating for two whole years and Louis is ready to take their relationship to the next level. Alternatively, the one in which they adopt a dog. (one shot, 4k) added 2/7/19
and if i may just take your breath away - Harry doesn’t know why, but in that moment he wants nothing more than to see Louis smile. So he thinks for a minute, and then pulls out his best joke, the one that makes Harper laugh in a second flat whenever she’s sad. “I’ve got to tell you the best joke! Okay, so, why did the football coach go to the bank?” he waits for Louis’ weary shake of the head, the tiniest smile peeking from the corners of his mouth. “To get his quarter back!” or, Single Parent Harry loses his six year old daughter in a corn maze and embarks on an adventurous adventure with single parent Louis to find her. Also, Harper is a matchmaker in disguise. (one shot, 4k) added 1/14/18
Only Reason - “We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.” No. No, no, no… “I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement. Oh shit. No. What? No. But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage. Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world's foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway. (one shot, 5k)
Sympathy For The Devil - Louis keeps stealing some of Harry’s mail, which would be annoying for anyone, but it’s especially troubling when you consider that Harry is Santa Claus. Harry will have to go through hell to get Louis to stop. Literally.Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa. (one shot, 5k, it seems like it should be a crack fic but it isn’t really, part of a series) added 4/30/18
I made a map of your stars - Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.) or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes. (one shot, 5k)
Accidentally On My Way To Loving You - “So,” H said, “Who are you.”Louis froze. The fork nearly slipped from his hand. So this was it then. The jig was up. Louis would have to admit that he’d stumbled into the wrong party and that, after seeing H, hadn’t wanted to leave. Louis would be kicked out, never to see H again. And who could blame him. He sounded like a total creeper. If the roles had been reversed....Louis wouldn’t blame H for never wanting anything to do with him ever again. Louis arrives at the wrong party, and finds he never wants to leave. (one shot, 5k) added 2/7/19
Peace So Sweet - Louis is visiting another pack. On his quest to find the guest room he finds a nesting omega instead. (one shot, 5k) added 4/30/18
you make my whole world feel right when it’s wrong - “Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?” Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.” (or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.) (one shot, 6k)
The Stories That I Can’t Explain - “Are you closing?” the woman asked, rushing into Louis' store. “I just have to pick something up!” “I’m really sorry, but if you come back on Tuesday, we’ll be opening again at normal time,” Louis told her, trying to get her out of the shop. “No, please! I-” The woman dropped her head, and Louis watched in horror as she started crying. He didn’t do well with tears. “Please, I just have to pick up a ring, it’s- It’s for my brother, and he’s well… He’s dying. And it’s really important that I get it.” Louis could feel his mouth drop open even farther than it already had been. “Um…” Just then, a man walked into the store. He took one look at the woman and rolled his eyes. “Gemma, you haven’t told another stranger that I’m dying, have you?” he asked. The woman, Gemma apparently, turned to face him. “Of course I didn’t, Harry,” she said. --- Or, the one where no one is actually dying, but Gemma likes to lie about Harry's livelihood to get what she wants. Harry isn't amused. Louis kind of is, though. (one shot, 6k, funny) added 4/30/18
Twelfth Night - Queen Anne holds a masquerade ball to try and find matches for both her children on Twelfth Night. While anonymity reigns, Prince Harry spends the ball getting to know a handsome stranger. (one shot, 6k, light angst) added 2/7/19
Not the Desperate Type - “First of all, I’d like to tell you how disturbing it is that you’re this familiar with your neighbor’s sex life,” Liam said, amusement lacing his tone. “Fuck off,” Louis said, laughing. “Second, that is really very sad. How bad is the stomping? Are you sure your neighbor doesn’t like it fast like that?” “With the amount of cleaning the guy does, I think he’s taking out his sexual frustration on the cleanliness of his apartment. I can’t imagine the guy makes enough mess to require daily vacuuming.” It sounded like the guy was actually moving furniture above him as he was sweeping now. Damn. Did Louis miss the seven minutes in heaven or was the guy angry because he didn’t even get that much pleasure today? “I’m kinda afraid with the amount of noise he produces while cleaning that one day I’m gonna look up through my ceiling and be able to see him.” “Tell him we wish him a better sex life and that we’re rooting for him if you do.” Or the one where Louis' neighbor has a series of unfortunately short sexual experiences and Louis can hear every. Single. One. (one shot, 6k) added 4/30/18
Lovin’ It Up - What did Niall know? This had nothing to do with the few times (okay, countless times) Louis had pined over the idea of Hot Neighbor while drinking. Nothing at all. So what if he had perfect lips and long legs and the cutest little curls around his ears? Certainly not Louis.He continued to scribble away, most of his words indiscernible except for one written in large letters at the very top of the napkin: REVENGE Or, a neighbors AU in which Louis vows to get revenge on the guy who didn't hold the elevator for him - no matter how ridiculously attractive he may be. (one shot, 6k, this made me laugh) added 1/14/18
come on, jump out at me - Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to. And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses. (Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...) (one shot, 7k, part of a continuing and very good series)
Fake It Till We Make It - #33- Keeping up with the Neighbors“We can fake it.”What?“What?” “You heard me.” “No I did not. Say it again.” “I said” Harry started slowly, “We can fake having sex to teach them a lesson.” It was clear to say that Louis's mouth went a little dry at the suggestion. Or ,Their neighbours were a bit too loud during their bedroom activities and Harry comes up with the worst plan to shut them up. Louis agrees anyways. (one shot, 7k, pretty smutty also) added 2/7/19
I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm - Louis takes a deep breath, and replies very quickly to get it over with, “Well, see, I don’t have any heat in my flat right now and it’s hard enough to go to sleep when I’m bloody freezing—” “Oh god. And my music’s gone and made it even worse,” Harry cuts in. “Well, it only went out today,” Louis explains, “So it wasn’t that bad before, erm. Now.” “Before?” Harry asks, horrified. “How long has this been?” “Oh, erm,” Louis folds his hands where they hang in front of him and admits, “All week.” Harry visibly wilts. He looks so sad, it makes Louis feel awful. He’s gone and crushed someone’s Christmas spirit. Some beautiful boy who looks like Danny Zuko is sad now and it’s Louis’ fault, which means he doesn’t stand a chance at being the cute neighbor from the floor below. And now he’s going to have to sleep in his freezing cold flat knowing he may as well have ruined Christmas. Or, Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love. (one shot, 7k) added 4/30/18
Worth a Thousand Words - “Look, I’m learning some new stuff!” My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language? “Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel. Why? You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped. We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend. or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard. (one shot, 7k, bit of angst but mostly fluff)
Always Fearless in Love - Harry Styles is the international popstar who refuses to remove his lipstick just minutes before a live performance. Louis Tomlinson is the tragic intern stuck with the job of wiping it off. Chaos ensues. (one shot, 7k) added 1/14/18
Moon Wrapped in Gold Paper - Louis deadass just stared, willing himself to play it cool, to play it natural, to not look too shocked. So he lifted the apple to his lips and took a huge bite. His mouth, his entire life, his very soul instantly filled with regret. The roommate’s eyes widened in something akin to horror as Louis continued to chew the massive bite of red onion currently in his mouth. “Uh….” “Louis!” Liam called, coming down from the hallway and into the kitchen.Louis continued to chew the onion, trying to smile around his current mouthful of solid, rancid….“Is….that….an….onion?” The first time Louis meets Harry, several things go very wrong. (one shot, 7k, bit of angst) added 2/7/19
Take The Bitter With The Sweet - “They did not,” Louis said in the midst of laughing, which had now turned more of hiccup giggles. The name resembled Liam’s shop name, differing by just one word even if it boasted a whole other specialty. “They did not just name their shop too similar to yours.” “They fucking did!” Liam exclaimed as he slammed his hand against the counter so hard that the drawers shook. “They have the audacity to open a coffee shop right in front of mine and steal my shop name and customers. They serve ‘gluten free’ hipster stuff and ‘kale smoothies’ or whatever, which is mocking my food I feel. The name taunts me. I can’t fucking believe.” Liam recruits Louis to spy on the 'rival cafe', which Louis is less than enthusiastic about but it does lead him Harry, the pretty barista who works there. (one shot, 7k) added 2/7/19
Dream About That Casual Touch - And that was the first thing Louis noticed about her. Not her nipples, or not only her nipples, anyway, but the fact that she was so confident with her body and didn’t seem to care that her tits were sort of soft and floppy and uneven or that she had a little roll of pudge around her hips that poked over the top of her jeans when she wore crop tops. She wore what she wanted to wear whether or not it was in fashion or technically even flattering; her hair was always messy, she only wore makeup half the time, and she seemed to like heeled boots even if she was already fairly tall and they made her tower over the boys. Louis always thought it was so fucking sexy how unconcerned Harry seemed with what people thought of her, how comfortable she was in her own skin. That by itself seemed like a sort-of gay thing, so Louis kept a remote, careful eye on her, hoping to one day see something else that blipped her radar.---Or, Louis and Harry fuck up two dates before they finally get it right. (one shot, 7k, genderswap, includes smut) added 7/27/18
Sweet Creature - It's year 2019 and it's the final night of Harry's third solo world tour. Louis and Harry had spend a nice day together and the pictures of that outing where everywhere, as per usual. But they were out, happy and in love, so it didn't matter. The only thing what mattered to Louis at that moment was the fact that Harry had been acting weird all day. Was it just nervousness because of his last concert? Or something else? Or the one where Harry and Louis have been publicly together for a year and Harry is finally going to ask Louis to marry him. (one shot, 8k) added 4/30/18
You Came Along And Moved Me, Honey - Louis was gone for Harry from the moment they met, already planning their wedding and picking out rings in his head, and after months of living in each other's pockets they knew almost everything about each other. The one thing Louis didn't know about Harry was what he did for a living. Faced with vague answers and question-evading, Louis begins to imagine scandalous and dangerous secrets that Harry must be keeping - but maybe Harry's secrets aren't so sinister after all. In which Louis thinks Harry's hiding a life of crime and Harry just really likes candles. (one shot, 8k) added 7/27/18
Tentatively - The whole university was anxiously waiting for the final weeks of the semester to wrap up, the taste of the summer already hanging sweetly and tempting in the air. Harry was right there in the thick of it all, getting distracted by the very same feline-born he had been crushing on ever since the beginning of uni. Harry had absolutely no plans to ever approach the boy. Ever. But clearly the Universe (or the boy) wasn't a fan of Harry having any control over his own damn life. -Or, Louis is a feline-born, and Harry’s big dumb crush on him is so massive he doesn’t know what to do with himself. (one shot, 8k)
A Christmas Wish - "So when are you going to tell him?" Louis pursed his lips at his sister, his Skype video call relaying his thoughts on that subject perfectly. "Next question," he mused. Lottie rolled her eyes. "It's your birthday in four days, Louis." "What difference does that make?" He scoffed. She shrugged."You can get drunk and confess how you feel and take it back afterwards if he doesn't feel the same." That might work if Louis wasn't in love with Harry. But Lottie didn't know that and she didn't need to find out. "Thanks Lots," he said anyway. "Seriously Lou what's stopping you?" Louis sighed."Fear mostly." (one shot, 8k) added 1/14/18
Love Is a Kitten from Hell - Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he's terrified of being bullied again. Just when he's getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window. Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?(one shot, 8k)
A Pun-derful Life - Falling in love with his best friend was never part of the plan, but it happened. It keeps happening; Over and over again on a daily basis. Sometimes, even that’s too long between falling in love. Or, Harry and Louis use too many puns as a means to make each other laugh. (one shot 8k) added 2/7/19
When the Lion Met the Fawn - Maybe lions are meant to hunt fawns, but in this case was the fawn who hunted the lion. (Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is a natural fighter without a fight and Harry Styles is a fawn hybrid too scared to stay but even more scared to run away. He gives Louis a reason to fight for) (one shot, 9k)
From Vanilla to Jasmine - Louis could just tell Harry that he was only looking for scents because Zayn had told him to get to the store and not return until he found something that would stop making their apartment smell like ‘the inside of Bob Marley’s underwear drawer.’ But that just would've been too easy. --- Basically, the AU where Harry loves incense and thinks that Louis does, too. But really, Louis just buys it to cover up the smell of his weed. (one shot, 9k, tiny bit of angst at the end but it’s mostly fluff and humor) added 1/14/18
Only Been Here One Time - “Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?” Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?” “Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.” (one shot, 9k, crack fic) added 2/7/19
but he can’t be what you need (if he’s eighteen) - “I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously. “It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy. “Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead. “Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.” or the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor. punk!louis and flowerchild!harry (one shot, 10k)
Tell Me What You Want - Based on the following prompt: "Harry is looking for a new roommate after Liam moves in with his girlfriend. After a few bad dates he’s done with men for the moment and wants to concentrate on school. That’s why he’s looking for a female or a straight male roomie. When Niall tells Louis about the free room he leaves that little detail out. Louis, desperately looking for a room, pretends to be straight, thinking it would be easy, until he discovers that Harry likes to be naked at home. His best female friend posing as his girlfriend doesn’t work very well either." (one shot, 10k) added 1/14/18
Heaven Fun Over There? - “Fuck!” he cursed the moment his head emerged, hands flailing over his head and startling a few birds that had gathered around him. He was still light enough to float on water, even with his angel wings reduced to something transparent and small. Probably like the wings of a dragonfly. “I hate earth. Bloody soil and water.” “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” a voice said and Louis found the faint form of his friend sitting on the grass a little away from the banks, legs crossed and a wide grin on his face. His wings were sprawling beside him, the white getting caught in the faint sunlight and glinting. “Since you’re covered in both at the moment.” Louis is an angel temporarily banished from heaven and Harry can't stop making angel jokes around him, not knowing that Louis is an actual angel. (one shot, 11k, somewhat of a crack fic) added 2/7/19
Love You To Want Me - “Remember when you had that collection of braces? I think about four of them in different colours?” Louis nodded, pursing his lips before he searched the bottom of the closet and found one of them. He didn’t know where the rest of it had gone but he was sure it was there somewhere. Honestly, his closet could be the entryway to Narnia. The one he grabbed was the red one, the one which usually went with his red jeans. He looked at Niall from the corner of his eyes, noting his excited expression. “They were lying unused for so long. Do you think that I should wear all of them and see if it suits me?” “YES!” Niall exclaimed and jumped up and stood with his hands raised in the air. Niall coerces Louis into doing 'spring cleaning', which is basically cleaning their flat which leads to Louis finding the pair of braces he used to wear back in early Uni days. Harry, Niall's bandmate has a strange but visible reactions to the braces. (one shot, 11k) added 7/27/18
set alight my veins - If Liam really thinks it's funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry's going to have words with him later. When he's managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry's quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they'd be a cute couple. (one shot, 11k)
Cling To Me - "What do you want, Niall?" Louis figured he may as well get to the crux of the issue since Niall was known to argue from sun up to sun down until he got his way. "I've got a friend." Louis frowned. "Are you setting me up? Because no offence but-" "No I'm not fucking setting you up!" Niall cut over him, sending him an accusing look. "Don't be so disgusting." Louis sighed and folded his arms."My friend. He's...well he's a hybrid. A half breed human. He's not a slave or a pet and he doesn't really need anything but-" Louis peered at him. There was always a but. (one shot, 12k, locked) added 1/14/18
Don’t delete the kisses - “No way I am doing it!” Louis exclaimed.“Louis, it’s on the list, you have to!” Liam still felt extra cheerful, even though Louis was already starting to get on his nerves.“Fuck it, fuck the list, I’m not going to sing ‘Let it Go’ at Tesco in front of everybody!” Louis was still staring at his bucket list with a deep frown on his face. Liam made sure to not laugh; this was all too enjoyable.“Louis, if you start by picking and choosing what you’re going to do and what you’re not going to do, what’s even the point of writing each other a summer bucket list?” Or Louis and Liam have a bucket list to complete during their last summer together and Harry is the too cute for his own good beautician that appears in Louis’ life at the right time. (one shot, 12k) added 7/27/18
Talk Dirty To Me - They were both naked. And that seemed, again, like a catastrophically bad idea, but here they were anyway. Naked. In the dark. Only a few feet apart.It hadn’t even been a discussion. The minute Harry flipped the lights off, they’d both shucked out of their clothes as if they’d been on fire. “Alright darling,” Louis said, his hand wrapped loosely around his own cock. “Just remember, start slow. Lots of descriptions. Light on the hygiene, heavy on the compliments. You’ve got this.” As if Harry were about to compete in some kind of athletic game. __Or the one where Harry is absolutely terrible at dirty talk so he asks his best friend to teach him. And the one where Louis knows it's a catastrophically bad idea but agrees anyway. (one shot, 13k, there’s a lot of smut, but it’s still very fluffy) added 1/14/18
i can’t help myself from how my heart is racing - Louis is just trying to be a good friend by working out at the gym that Liam owns. He never expected to (quite literally) run into Harry, the hot boxer who sings embarrassing songs in the locker room showers. (one shot, 13k) added 2/7/19
LoveJoy - “Dance-mat!” Liam voted. “Guitar hero,” Zayn chirped up. “What about a game of Trivial Pursuit?” The voice was deeply serious and even Louis grinned as Harry leaned forward in his seat. Three faces scoffed. “Jesus, Hazza, live a little,” Niall teased. “Is that what a wild night is like for geeks?” Zayn wondered. “No, that would be more along the lines of driving out to the middle of nowhere and camping in a field to study the interstellar medium of the Orion Nebula,” Harry quipped with a little, happy smile. (one shot, 13k, some angst I guess, locked) added 4/30/18
It’ll Be - Louis has always wanted children and he decides he's done waiting for love to come first. However, after adopting a baby girl just days after she's born, he quickly realizes how hard parenting is. Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him. (one shot, 13k) added 1/14/18
Lose Myself in Time - Reason #15: The chance to show your childhood bed some action. When Harry is sixteen years old he works as an intern at his favorite theater in the world nestled up in the mountains of rural Vermont. He takes one look at the older, more mature, Assistant Master Electrician Louis Tomlinson and falls in love. From afar. Ten years later a terrible storm hits the village, and the theater asks for any and all former staff members to pitch in for the clean up. Harry takes some time off work and returns to help, only to find himself in the presence of his old crush once again. (one shot, 14k, small amount of angst) added 1/14/18
when you kiss me heaven sighs - University AU where they have a morning class together and Louis always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and Harry thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever. He's trying to keep his fond stares to a minimum. It's a work in progress. (one shot, 14k) added 7/27/18
Hold My Heart - “Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought. “Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?” Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.*** Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight. (one shot, 14k)
Saw It In Your Eyes - Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality? Or the one where Harry is an oblivious walnut. (one shot, 15k, there’s some angst but the story it’s based on is super cute) added 4/30/18
In All Its Imperfections - From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients Hello! I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours! Cheers! “Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.” The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head. "What happened, mate?" Liam asked.Harry just pointed to his computer. Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?” “Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.” “Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?” Harry nodded.There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?” (one shot, 15k, very funny) added 1/14/18
The Edge of the Stars - Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?” “Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son. (one shot, 16k)
An Ever-Fixed Mark - Louis has zero chance of passing Literature. At least without a tutor who knows Shakespeare well enough to recite it as if those words were his own. And he finds just that, and a lot more, in Marcel. The course of true love never did run smooth. But is it worth it? (one shot, 16k, definitely some angst) added 2/7/19
Pi Time - Harry, 20. Less Than 1 Mile Away, Active 1 minute ago. I think when it comes down to it, I’m just looking for someone supportive. That’s all I really need in life. I know this is an app, but we can find people in all the most obscure places ☺ -H.S or Hot, hipster Harry from Tinder is nothing like Louis expected. (one shot, 16k) added 4/30/18
the love is ours to make (so we should make it) - “I’m.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?” Harry responded. “A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve.” Louis remarked. Something caught Louis’ eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers. “Nineteen. I’m nineteen.” Harry replied. “Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?” or the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings. (one shot, 19k, some sad parts but still really cute, please check for trigger warnings)
Heart Without A Home - Louis is staying at the shelter when a late entry pulls at his conscience and he decides to share his precious bed with the mysterious Harry. The pair somehow find an instant bond but Louis can't help but feel Harry is hiding something...Featuring Zayn as a chef, Perrie as the shelter manager and Liam as a helper- and Louis' best mate. (one shot, 20k, this is kind of angsty but it still made me smile)
Sing You Butterflies - Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.---or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap. (one shot, 22k, kind of a crack fic? but still very good) added 7/27/18
Away With The Fairies - Harry liked pretty things. Mostly the ornate flowers that grew around him, the trees majestically climbing towards the sky, sometimes the little colourful birds that flitted around in the branches of those trees. Harry's wings themselves were considered beautiful, big butterfly-like shaped things glistening pink in the light but white underneath, almost translucent. He fluttered them behind him, feeling the breeze brushing off them. He was high up where he could see the most, studiously watching the human life on the ground below. He shouldn't be here of course, he was beyond the borders of the part of the forest where his kind lived, but he couldn't help it. Because Harry had found the prettiest thing of all. (one shot, 22k, locked, you should read everything by this author)
faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too)** - “Are you seriously apologizing for taking out a bullet that was lodged in my shoulder and saving my life?” he asks slowly. “Y—yes?” the boy looks unsure of himself now. “Marry me—” For once, the boy isn’t the only one blushing and Louis silently curses Earthen terminology for making its way into his vocabulary. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he coughs out, “I mean thanks. That was very nice of you…?” “Harry,” the boy fills in quietly, flashing Louis a tentative smile. Louis thinks it suits him well and he mouths the name to himself, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. He watches as Harry hesitates before asking his own question, albeit doubtfully. “And you’re—you’re P—Peter Pan, right?” Or, the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child. (one shot, 27k, quite a bit of angst but Harry’s character was too cute for me to not include)
Whiskeyed Me Off My Feet - It was the twenty-eighth time he'd been in....the guy with the stunning smile. The fact he also had incredibly beautiful eyes and this mischievous little purse to his lips when his eyes crinkled was a small detail. The fact he had lovely features and the longest eye-lashes Harry had ever seen-well that was a minor observation. The fact he was kind of small and would fit perfectly in Harry's arms?He had a lot of interest in that, definitely. But he was with someone. The beautiful one was taken.Well, of course, Harry arched a brow cynically. He was beautiful, of course he was going to be taken. (one shot, 27k, locked, some angst, by my fav author!!!) added 7/27/18
with your love we could breathe underwater - Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis. Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one. AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated. (one shot, 28k)
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