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A Sleep So Sweet - Chapter One

(This is not the first chapter. There is a prologue, linked in the A Sleep So Sweet masterpost)

When Emile discovered he was the soulmate of the prince of a magical species known as Beings, he did not know how to react. Beings were terrifying, powerful creatures, who often did not care for humanity, and, in their first meeting, his soulmate, the sleep prince, seemed to be no different.

Will Emile fall in love with his soulmate, or are they simply not meant to be?

SHIPS: Remile, Date (Janus x Nate)

WARNINGS: N/A

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez @k1ngtok1 @yourneighborhooddisaster @alexxander-the-gay @full-of-roman-angst-trash @selfcarejanus

A SLEEP SO SWEET TAGLIST: @spellingwillbethedeathofme

Masterpost

A Sleep So Sweet Masterpost

Emile stared at the soulmark on his wrist, not daring to take his eyes off of it just in case it somehow disappeared. When it had appeared in the middle of the night – waking him up from his sleep – he had been shocked, of course, but he had also been tired, half-convinced it was only a dream.

But now he was completely awake, and the tiny crescent moon and stars were still there, like a small silver tattoo, but just a little bit shinier.

It didn’t even feel real, like he was still just dreaming. He ran his thumb over his wrist, like he was trying to smudge paint, but the soulmark didn’t even budge.

It finally hit him. This was real.

Oh, wow, he had a soulmate.

He had a soulmate!

Emile raised his hand to his mouth, finally letting out a delighted giggle.

“Oh my gosh,” he said to himself. “I have a soulmate!”

Wow. He needed to tell his dads.

He finally took his eyes off of his soulmark, looking around for his phone. He picked it up, turning it on and immediately opening the group chat he had with his two fathers: Nate and Janus Picani. They weren’t soulmates – soulmates were a rare thing, after all – but they were still deeply in love, and Emile had always hoped he’d get a love like that someday.

Now that he knew he had a soulmate, maybe that love wouldn’t be so far away.

Emile couldn’t help but let out another delighted laugh, almost bouncing up and down on the spot.

He began to type out a message to his dads.

Emile

Guess what!!!!

He then waited, his eyes flicking between his phone and his soulmark, checking that it hadn’t somehow disappeared in the last few seconds, which it had not, before he got a response from one of his dads: Nate.

Dad

What?

Emile

I got a soulmark!!!!

Nate immediately started typing again.

Dad

Woah really?

Emile

Yes!!!

Dad

Hold on lemme grab your other dad

Emile waited, practically vibrating with excitement. He lowered his phone, taking another look at the soulmark on his wrist. It was shiny, almost reflecting the light, and he could not help but smile just taking a look at it.

It almost didn’t feel real, like he was having a very pleasant dream, but when he reached over and pinched a bit of skin below the soulmark, he definitely felt it. It was real.

He smiled.

Father

Congratulations!

Dad

Can we see the soulmark?

Emile opened the camera on his phone, taking a quick picture of his soulmark and sending it to his parents immediately.

He then waited for their responses, seeing that both of them had started typing. Then, they both stopped typing at about the same time, and Emile blinked at his phone.

Why had they stopped typing?

He waited, but they did not start typing again.

He blinked, confused, and began to type out another message.

Emile

Hello?

Then Janus started typing again.

Father

Have you seen the news?

Emile

What news?

Dad

The news about the being prince

Emile stared at his phone, wondering what on earth this had to do with his soulmark.

Beings were powerful creatures – abstract things come to life, like fear or memory – and the Being royalty were especially so. Humanity was lucky that Beings were rare and tended to avoid them, as they were dangerous and often did not care much for them.

They were rarely in the news – often ignored by humanity, as if ignoring them meant that their danger was lesser.

Emile

What news?

He waited, staring at his phone, before he received a link from Janus. He clicked on it, and saw that it was a news article, titled: Being prince has a soulmate?

Emile stared at the headline for a few seconds.

How was that relevant to his own soulmark?

A pit began to form inside of Emile’s stomach, but he pushed down the immediate uncomfortable feelings.

No. This was just a coincidence. So many people had soulmates, though they rarely had Beings for soulmates.

This was just a coincidence.

He scrolled through the article, skimming over the information.

The Being prince – a magical being: sleep come to life – had found a soulmark on his body. This meant that he had a human soulmate, and he wanted to find them. He had made the announcement public, in the hopes that he would find his soulmate as quickly as possible.

Emile scrolled all the way to the bottom, and his heart stopped when he saw the image at the end of the article.

It was a single image of an eye – pitch black and surrounded by silver skin, with black hair peeking out from the top of the picture – and right in the centre of it was the now-familiar crescent moon and three stars.

Emile gasped, and his phone slipped out of his hand, clattering to the floor.

He almost wanted to swear, but he bit his tongue before he could.

This couldn’t be real. Now he was certain that he must have been dreaming. This... this was impossible.

His soulmate wasn’t a Being. They couldn’t be.

Immediately, there was a pang of guilt inside of Emile.

Beings might have been powerful, terrifying creatures, but who was Emile to judge them? Sure, some of them hurt people, but most of them never did, as far as Emile knew. Who was he to decide that all of them must be cruel and evil and dangerous?

If the universe had decided that a Being was his soulmate, then that Being, at the very least, had to be a good person.

Well, perhaps person was the wrong word, but they had to be good. The universe wouldn’t have paired him up with someone bad. They were meant to be!

Okay. Emile’s soulmate was a Being – a prince of Beings – and that was... not bad. Maybe it was even good! Maybe his soulmate was wonderful – the soulmate of his dreams! Maybe they would be perfect together.

No, not maybe, definitely. His soulmate was his soulmate. They had to be perfect.

Emile nodded to himself. Okay. This wasn’t bad. This was good! He didn’t need to continue his quest for true love: it was being given to him, right in the palm of his hand.

He took a deep breath, and then bent down and picked his phone back up.

He checked his group chat with his dads.

Dad

Thats your soulmark right?

Father

Are you alright?

Emile wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Was he alright?

He was excited about having a soulmate. He was terrified that his soulmate would be terrifying and cruel. He was guilty that that was the assumption he’d made about his soulmate. He was just conflicted.

He thought about it for a moment, but before he could respond, his phone lit up with an incoming call from Janus. He blinked, before he answered the call and lifted it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Did you read the article?” came Janus’s voice from through the phone.

Emile paused. “Yes.”

There was another pause, before he heard his other dad’s voice through the phone.

“Is that your soulmark?”

“I think so.”

“Okay,” Nate said, his voice calm despite what was going on. “How do you feel about that?”

“I... don’t know.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” Nate said.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Janus said seriously. “You don’t even have to meet him if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” Emile said. “But...”

“But?” Nate prompted.

“I don’t know. I mean- I mean he’s my soulmate, right? I know Beings are... scary. But... he’s my soulmate.”

“He’s a Being,” Janus said.

Nate sighed. “Jan.”

Emile frowned. “I mean, I know, but... he’s my soulmate. He can’t... he won’t be bad.” He took a deep breath. “I mean, how much do we really know about Beings? I know the stories, but they can’t all be bad! My soulmate... he could be good.”

“He is your soulmate,” Nate said. “And you’re the kindest person I know. I doubt you’d be saddled with a shitty soulmate.”

“Still, if he is bad, we need to keep him as far away from you as possible,” Janus said.

"I appreciate it, but I’m an adult now, dads,” Emile said. “I can take care of myself.”

Janus hummed like he wasn’t sure whether or not he believed him. Nate let out a laugh, and Emile heard a sound that sounded like he was clapping Janus on the shoulder.

“He’s right, babe. He’s an adult. We can’t protect him anymore,” he said. Emile could practically hear the amused smile on his face. “Just make sure to introduce your soulmate to us once you meet him. I just can’t promise that Jan won’t go all overprotective father on him.”

He laughed, and Emile laughed, too.

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he said.

In his mind, he imagined what it would be like to introduce his soulmate to his fathers. Hopefully it would go well. Hopefully his soulmate would get along well with his parents.

Would his soulmate be polite and serious? Or would he be funny and entertaining? Would they get along well? Emile certainly hoped so.

But maybe he was getting a little ahead of himself. First, he actually had to meet his soulmate.

Emile paused. How was he even going to do that?

“Gosh, how am I even going to meet him?” Emile said aloud.

Nate hummed in thought.

“I don’t know. Get yourself in the news?”

Emile’s nose wrinkled. “I would rather not.”

“Uh...” Nate said. “I have no idea then. But I know you’ll figure it out!”

Emile smiled. “Thanks, dad.”

“I need to get to work,” Janus said. “Let us know how finding your soulmate goes.”

“I will.”

“Love you!” Nate said.

“I also love you,” Janus said

Emile smiled again. “I love you both, too. Bye!”

“Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

Then, they hung up, and Emile was alone again.

His gaze was immediately drawn back to his soulmark. His eyes traced the curving shape of the crescent moon, and the three small stars that were underneath it.

The sleep prince was somewhere out there with that exact same soulmark just on his eye instead of his wrist. Emile wondered what he was thinking about in that exact moment. Was he thinking about Emile, like how Emile was thinking about him?

Emile could not help but smile at the thought.

Gosh, he couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate.

But first, he had to find out how to.

***

Emile had been on his computer for ages, searching for a way to find his soulmate, but the internet was mostly unhelpful.

There was a ton of research done on Beings, but it was difficult to tell what was reliable and what was useless. Beings were such a wide variety of creatures – some appeared out of thin air, some were once other things – research about one was unlike research about another. And most of the research was about what they were and how they worked, not about how to find them.

Emile sighed, reaching up and massaging the bridge of his nose. This was impossible: it was starting to seem like the only way to find his soulmate was to go through the same methods his soulmate had used to get the information public. And he really, really didn’t want it to come to that.

He was lucky that it was his day off today, so he had plenty of time to research.

Emile clicked on a new article, one labelled ‘Whispering Beings’, that he wasn’t too hopeful would actually be helpful. But he was still going to look, just in case.

His eyes skimmed the first few lines. Whispering Beings were a type of Being that could hear every whisper ever spoken. In fact, they existed in whispers; sometimes they didn’t even have a physical form, they switched between a human-like body to a whisper taken form at a whim. They could be summoned through whispers and used to send messages. Their physical forms looked cloud-like, not entirely physical and they were often benevolent towards humans.

Wait.

Emile suddenly straightened up, his eyes going back a few lines.

They could be summoned through whispers and used to send messages.

There. That was it.

That was how he was going to find his soulmate!

Emile let out a laugh. Finally, he was going to be able to find his soulmate!

Okay. Okay. Now, he just needed to figure out how to summon a Whispering Being.

His eyes returned to the article.

Whispering Beings could be summoned through whispers. Apparently, you could whisper something into the night sky, and – very occasionally – they would hear you. They would appear in front of you, and they would take your message and bring it to whoever you requested.

But they were rare. Your message needed to be interesting to them, or they would simply ignore you.

Well, Emile thought that his message was interesting enough. He was the soulmate of one of the princes of beings, surely that would catch the attention of anyone.

Okay. He could do that.

All he had to do was wait for it to become night, and then he would whisper into the sky. He would get his message to his soulmate; he was sure of that.

***

Emile had been waiting impatiently all day for night to come, and when it finally did, he was practically vibrating with anticipation. He couldn’t sit still, tapping his foot against the floor and his hand against his leg.

Was now the right time to do it? The sun had set, the sky was black, but what if he needed to wait until midnight? The article had been unclear, and every other source he had found had been, too.

What if it needed to be at a specific time? Midnight or 1am or 2am, something like that? Emile had no idea. He didn’t want to do it wrong.

After a moment of thought, he stood up. Okay, he might as well try now. If it didn’t work, he could always try again later. He could try as many times as it took for it to work. He would try all night if he had to.

He walked over to his window, opening it and feeling the cool night air wash over him.

The sky was black, speckled with stars, and the moon was full. Maybe that meant something. Maybe the full moon was something special and would mean that the Whispering Beings were more likely to hear him. Emile had no idea. He was really out of his depth here.

He was a simple therapist! He watched cartoons and documentaries for fun. He knew nothing about magic, and yet the universe had dropped a magical soulmate into his hands.

This was his life now.

Emile took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He could do this.

Then, he opened his eyes. Okay, he could do this.

All he had to do was figure out what exactly to say. His brow creased in thought. What did he even say in this situation? What was the right thing to say to summon a Whispering Being? The article hadn’t exactly given instructions on how to summon one.

Well, apparently Whispering Beings heard every whisper, so maybe all he had to do was say who he was and they’d listen.

Okay. He’d give that a try.

He took another deep breath, before he began to whisper.

“My name is Emile Picani, and I’m the soulmate of the sleep prince,” he whispered into the wind. “I want to find him. Can you help me?”

He then waited. He waited and waited and waited, but nothing happened.

Okay. That was okay. He could just try again.

“My name is Emile Picani, and I’m the soulmate of the sleep prince,” he whispered again. “I want to find him. Can you help me?”

“I heard you the first time,” came a voice from behind him. It sounded like a whisper, but was somehow also loud and clear.

Emile jumped, spinning around so quickly that his glasses fell from his face.

Standing there, in the middle of his living room, was a blurry figure, that Emile couldn’t quite make out the details of him without his glasses. All he could tell was that it was white and vaguely human-shaped.

He bent down quickly, picking up his glasses and sliding them back onto his face. He stood up, and saw that the human-shaped figure was almost as blurry as they had been before he had put his glasses back on. They looked like someone had taken a cloud and pressed a man-shaped cookie cutter into them, but the clouds had seeped through the edges a little bit. They didn’t even have eyes or a mouth, despite the fact that words had come from somewhere.

“H- hello,” Emile blurted out, just a little bit terrified of the obviously-inhuman Being.

“Hello,” said the Whispering Being.

“What... what’s your name?”

The Whispering Being just stared at him for a few seconds.

“Beings don’t have names.”

“Oh. Right.”

There were a few seconds of silence.

“So, you're the prince’s soulmate?” The Whispering Being said.

Emile straightened up. “I... think so. The soulmarks match, so... yes.”

The Whispering Being tilted their head.

“Would you like me to bring a message to him?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.” The Whispering Being nodded. “I shall. What would you like me to say?”

Emile... hadn’t really thought about that. In his excitement to send a message to his soulmate – and his daydreams about what would happen when they first met – he hadn’t thought about exactly what he wanted to say.

“Um...” Emile said, fidgeting with his hands. “Tell him... tell him about me and tell me that I want to meet him.”

The Whispering Being watched him for a few moments, before they nodded.

“Alright. I shall do that. Is there anything else you need?”

Emile thought about it for a moment, before he shook his head.

“Thank you,” he said.

The Whispering Being nodded again. Then, they began to lose their form, becoming more cloud-like and less human-shaped, until the fog that was their body began to fade. They became translucent and then transparent and soon they were gone, and Emile was alone.

He stared at the spot they had been for a few seconds, before he let out a deep breath.

Okay. This Being was going to bring the message to his soulmate. Then, his soulmate would come and they would meet.

Emile could not help but smile just a little bit at the thought. Oh, gosh, he was going to meet his soulmate soon! He didn’t know exactly when, but if his soulmate had been so quick to put the soulmark in the news, then surely he wanted to meet Emile as much as Emile wanted to meet him.

They were going to meet each other for the first time soon.

Emile let out a little laugh, and practically bounced up and down on the spot, doing an excited little wiggle. He clapped his hands together.

Oh, Emile was so, so excited.

He wondered what exactly would happen next. Would the prince send the Whispering Being back to Emile, with information about a meeting place? Yes, that made the most sense.

But when exactly would the Whispering Being return? Emile had no idea. Maybe they would return again tonight; maybe they were busy and wouldn’t return for another few days. There was no way to know.

Perhaps he should have asked.

Emile shook his head. Well, there was no point in thinking about that now.

A cool wind came through the open window, and a shiver ran down Emile’s spine. He turned around, reaching out and shutting the window.

Then, when he turned back around, he yelped and leapt backwards when he saw that there was a new figure standing in the centre of his living room.

He was tall and thin – quite a bit taller than Emile, though that wasn’t difficult – with silver skin, black hair and solid black eyes. In the centre of his left eye was the now-familiar symbol: a silver crescent moon with three stars underneath it.

Emile gasped.

“You’re-”

The Being smiled, crossing his arms.

“I am,” he said. “Hello.”

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woah-were-halfway-there · 4 years ago

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Along For The Ride: Night Changes

A/N: Ahhhh ok here’s another prequel part of the AFTR universe. This is where everything went down that led to things changing in y/n in Auston’s relationship.

Also thank you to my dear @brockadoodles for reading this over ily

Word Count: 6.8k

“Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?”

December 30, 2016

"You're sure you don't mind if I bring him tonight?" Carson asked one last time as she stood in Alexis' doorway, waiting for a response before returning to her room to finish getting ready.

"Yes, Carson," the blonde replied, looking over her shoulder at her best friend. "You know for a fact that if I did mind, I'd tell you. I mean, sure, he's your ex, and I still really want to throat-punch him, but I know that for some odd reason, the two of you rekindled even more over Christmas while you were at home, and it'd mean a lot to you if he was there."

"Just because Chris and I are talking again doesn't mean you have to say yes. It's your birthday."

"I know, and I've already said it was fine!" She stated and shook her head dramatically. "Girl, I love you, but you stress me out sometimes."

At that, Carson laughed and rolled her eyes. "Oh god, what did I do now?"

"Well, you know Auston is going to be there, right?"

"I- yeah, I do. But that doesn't mean anything."

"Right. Did the two of you talk while he was back in Scottsdale?" Lexie asked curiously.

"Of course we did," Carson explained. "He's one of my good friends, Lex. Why wouldn't we?"

"I know he is, which is why I'm assuming you told him he was going to get to meet the ex-boyfriend you're seeing again tonight. Kind of? I honestly can't keep up with you."

Carson watched her friend with wide eyes before sighing in defeat. "No, I didn't tell him."

"Oh, Carson," Lexie started, closing her eyes and shaking her head again. "How could you not tell him?"

"Because we're not in a relationship, Lexie! Like I've told you so many times before, Auston and I are just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. He's free to see whoever he wants, as am I. So him not knowing about Chris doesn't matter."

"If it doesn't matter, why are you getting so worked up over it?" Alexis challenged, and by the look on Carson's face, she knew she'd finally gotten through to her. Maybe.

"Because..." Carson responded but stopped herself before letting out a deep sigh. "Because I still don't know what I feel."

Finally, Lexie thought to herself as she moved to sit on her bed and patted the space next to her so that Carson would join. "Come talk. Fill me in."

"I don't even know where to start, Lex," Carson responded as she climbed onto the bed beside her best friend. "I had so much fun with Chris while I was home for the holidays. We hung out. I didn't say anything to Mya or Nate, but I told my dad it was just good. It felt like nothing had ever changed between us. But during that time at home, I also thought about Auston. A lot. I missed him, and I don't know. I have no right to feel that way because he is such a good friend."

"You're allowed to miss your friend, Carse. And besides, how do you know he wasn't thinking of you?"

"Well... Because I saw a lot of things on Twitter about how preoccupied he was, and I wish I hadn't."

Lexie blinked, surprised. "Well, what did you see exactly?"

"Just stories about different girls all linked to him. It made me feel like complete shit," Carson explained. "I wasn't snooping, I swear. I don't even know how I came across any of it or how much of it is actually real. Also, don't get me wrong. Auston is free to see whomever he wants. We are not together. But I may as well admit that, yes, I have caught some feelings for him. Seeing those stories made me realize that I really don't have a chance with him at all and that I don't want any part of his so-called womanizing tendencies, which is fine. He's still my friend. That all seems exhausting, but it did help me decide what I am going to do, though."

"Which is?"

"Maybe give Chris another chance, starting tonight."

~*~

Going out to the bar for Alexis' birthday ended up being a lot of fun... at first. And it was very memorable.

Once Carson and Lexie were ready and had pre-drank a little bit, the two girls headed to the bar and met up with everyone else. Once they arrived, Mitch, Steph and Auston were already there, and Carson did not hide just how excited she was to see her friend.

She saw Mitch and Steph during the holidays when the Marner's were over at her house for family Christmas, but she hadn't seen Auston since before she left the city once exams were done and were now ridiculously happy to see him again.

After greeting her cousin and friend with quick hugs, she turned to face Auston. They both grinned widely at each other before quickly closing the space between them as they hugged.

"It's so good to see you!" Carson exclaimed, squeezing her arms around him before moving away slightly to look up at him. "How are you?"

"It's good to see you too! And I'm great," Auston replied, letting his arms linger around Carson's waist a little longer than he probably should have before letting them fall to his sides again. "It was nice being home, but would you believe me if I said I missed Toronto a little bit?"

"No, I'd say you're lying."

Auston chuckled before looking at her a bit more seriously.

"I'm not, actually. I did miss the city. Mainly the people, though."

At that, Carson blushed a little bit but was quick to change the subject. The two of them spent the next ten minutes catching up while Lexie made the rounds greeting everyone she knew that was there to celebrate her.

It was nice. Carson knew she missed Auston, but it was almost as if she'd forgotten how much she loved being around him during the time they spent apart.

However, before she could dwell on that thought too much, Mitch spoke up beside her.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

Carson became stiff as she slowly turned around and spotted Chris walking into the bar, looking rather smug and braced herself for what was to come when she faced Mitch again.

"I, uh," she stuttered. "I invited him."

"You what?"

"Mitch," Steph warned as she gradually stepped between the two cousins, knowing exactly where this was going. "Don't start anything."

"No, I will start," he said firmly before looking back at Carson. "You have got to be kidding me right now. Why? Why are you letting him back in, Carson? After everything he put you through?"

"I-," she went to reply but froze when she glanced at Auston and saw how confused he looked. She then looked to Lexie for help, but Lexie didn't know what to do either, and before Carson knew it, someone's arm was wrapping itself around her waist and pulling her closer to them.

"There you are," Chris greeted as he placed a kiss on Carson's temple, making her feel even more uncomfortable with the situation as everyone watched. This was a bad idea.

"Hey," she said softly before moving away from him a little bit. "Uhm, pretty sure you know everyone here except Auston. Aus, this is Chris, my-."

"Boyfriend, nice to meet you."

"Boyfriend!?" Auston, Mitch and Carson all asked in unison.

"God, I need a drink," Lexie groaned before making a beeline for the bar.

"You know what, so do I," Auston spoke up. "Uh, nice to meet you, Chris."

Auston then glanced at Carson and nodded at her awkwardly before continuing on his way. Part of her wanted to go after him to explain the situation, but Chris started talking again.

"Steph, looking lovely as ever," he said, and Carson didn't miss the way Steph's lips curled in disgust ever so slightly as she sent him a fake smile back. Then Chris moved on to the last person still standing there. "Mitchell."

"Dickwad," Mitch bit right back, earning himself a glare from Steph and Carson.

"I see you're actually making a name for yourself with the Leafs and managing to keep a girl around that's completely out of your league. I must say, I'm impressed."

"And I see you're still a pompous prick. Can't say I'm too impressed by it, though."

"Mitch!" Steph gasped.

"I meant what I said," he stated as a matter of factly. "Anyways, we can't stay too long. I gotta make sure Lexie gets her birthday shot sooner than later."

And with that, he made his way to the bar, too, leaving Steph to follow as well, but not without mouthing a quick sorry to Carson as she passed.

Yeah, this was a terrible idea.

Slowly, Carson turned to face her ex because she knew he wouldn't have taken that very well.

"Chris-."

"Why did you bring me here?" He cut her off.

"Wait. What?" She asked, shaking her head as she still tried to process everything. "You insisted that I ask Lexie if you could join."

"It's clear I'm not wanted. So what was your goal for bringing me here, Carson? To make a fool out of me once again?"

"Chris, this isn't about you. It's Lexie's birthday. That's why we're all here. I invited you because I thought this could be a nice night out with people I cared about and thought it'd be fine. After all, you pretty much knew everyone. You didn't have to come if being around my people is too much of a hassle for you, but know that if you're serious about getting back together, you need not be a dick to them. What happened over Christmas break made me think you might actually be willing to do that, but now I'm not too sure."

He laughed at that in the most demeaning way possible.

"Always out to make me seem like the bad guy, huh?" He pursed his lips and looked down at her. "I guess people never really do change."

She looked at him oddly, wondering what he could possibly mean by that. But then, he turned his back to her and walked away, soon disappearing amongst the crowd of people.

Carson just stood there for a second, unsure of what had just happened. He was mad, and she knew that, but was it really all her fault? She didn't know what to think and got so frustrated with herself for causing such a strain between everyone just because she brought Chris. It was a mistake, and she was aware of that, but now she had this gut feeling that the night would only worsen somehow.

~*~

About an hour and a half later, Carson was plastered.

She was tipsy from pre-drinking with Lexie at their apartment, but now she was pretty much a write-off after the whole Chris situation.

Chris didn't leave after walking away from her, that much she knew. She saw him a couple of times afterwards, but he was not subtle about how he wanted nothing to do with her unless she wasn't around her friends. He would only talk to just her and try to get her to stay with him. But Carson wasn't dealing with that shit because she was there for Lexie, as previously stated. It didn't matter that Chris was pissed off, and maybe when they used to date, she would've cowered and run back to him, but not now.

The two roommates had a blast, though. When Carson joined the rest of the group at the bar, Lexie and Steph knew Chris had to have said something, so they quickly pulled her to the dancefloor and tried to get her mind off it.

Their plan worked, and the three girls had a lot of fun out there, but soon enough, Steph was getting tired, and so was Mitch. They headed home soon after, but not without Mitch telling Carson to call him if anything happened. He meant anything with Chris, and that much was obvious, so he didn't feel the need to elaborate.

After chatting with Mitch and Steph for about 10 minutes before they left, Carson wandered around the place searching for Lexie but couldn't find her. Confused, she started texting her best friend and soon found out Lexie had left to get a street-meat hot dog with someone and planned to stay at their place that night.

That was fine because the original plan was that Carson would stay at Chris' place that night. But with how he'd seemingly been ignoring her after she told him she wasn't going to avoid her friends, she wasn't sure what was happening anymore, and now she didn't have a way in hers and Lexie's apartment. The two had drunkenly agreed on bringing only one set of keys out instead of both, which just so happened to be Lexie's, so now Carson was stuck unless she could find Chris.

When Carson couldn't spot him, she immediately thought to call Mitch or Steph. She knew her cousin wouldn't have an issue with her crashing on his couch if it came down to that. But a familiar voice spoke up from behind her before she could make that call.

"You alright?" The person asked, making Carson spin around until she was face to face with Auston.

"Oh! Uh, yeah," she hiccuped, grimacing at the taste of alcohol that was much more prominent in her mouth than she would've liked it to be. "Just kind of unsure about where the hell I'm going to sleep tonight."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I was supposed to stay with Chris tonight. It's a long story. Chris is my ex, by the way. Not my boyfriend. We broke up in May and had kind of been talking again. Not going to lie, I thought he wanted to get back together, and I was going to accept, but now he's pissed off at me."

"Because of what happened earlier?" Auston questioned, his tone soft. It was evident that he was paying attention to everything she said.

"Yeah," she chuckled, then gripped onto his arm as she accidentally wobbled a bit. "And because I didn't make him a priority tonight. I can never seem to do anything right when it comes to him. It's been this way since we first started dating when I was sixteen. But now I gotta find him because Lexie left with the keys to our apartment, and I think Mitch and Steph might be asleep already."

With the way Carson slurred her words and continued holding onto him for balance, Auston knew that she was uncomfortably drunk, and there was no way he was letting her leave his sight until he knew she was somewhere safe for the night. Although he most definitely would've preferred that she didn't go with Chris, the guy sure didn't leave a good impression upon meeting him earlier. Auston knew he could not keep Carson from doing just that.

"I see," he replied. "Why don't we get you some water, and then I'll help you find him. Sound good?"

"Sounds great, Mr. Matthews. Lead the way."

He led her back towards the bar and ordered her a tall glass of water. When the bartender slid the drink in front of her, she kind of gave it an unimpressed look, as if debating drinking it at all, but when she saw the stern glare Auston was giving her, she knew she should probably drink it.

"Happy?" She asked as she looked up at him and slurped on the water.

"I'll be happier when you finish it," he chuckled in response.

"Buzzkill. I bet that Mitch put you up to this."

"Nope, this is all me."

She smiled a bit at that as she took another sip, then he just observed her for a second. It was hard for him not to become completely entranced by her. Everything about her was intriguing and drew Auston in. It had been like that since he first met her and has only grown since. It's gotten much more difficult to remind himself that the two of them are nothing more than just friends. He needed to get his mind on anything but his feelings towards her, especially when she was in such a drunken state. So, Auston turned to order water for himself, even though he wasn't drunk at all, but completely froze when he saw something he wished he hadn't and could feel himself gradually become angry.

"There, done," Carson sighed, sliding the now-empty glass away from her. "I'll admit that helped. Thank you. But now I'm ready for bed. I should probably go find Chris."

"Wait, Carse, uh-," Auston stammered as he glanced from her to what had previously caught his attention, then back to her, not having a single clue of how he should go about this. "You know what, why don't you just stay at my place tonight? I'll sleep on the couch, you can have your own space, and it's not very far from here."

"Oh, that's a really sweet offer, Aus. But it's ok. There's no need to worry about me. I'll just find Chris, and then I'll be good to go."

"But Carson, I-."

With the way, he stopped abruptly and sighed heavily. Carson knew something was up. And she'd be lying if it didn't scare her a bit.

"Auston, what's going on?"

"It's just," he started, then paused. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?" She pressed as he shook his head. "What aren't you telling me?"

"I'm really sorry," he replied before placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her so she'd be facing the other side of the bar, cringing at how she gasped when she saw what he was referring to.

Directly across from where they stood, Chris sat on a stool, making out with some random blonde chick sitting on his lap.

"Oh, my god," Carson stammered as she covered her mouth to keep a sob from escaping, but not being able to hide the tears that instantly welled in her eyes. Auston's heart broke for her.

"Carse."

"No, fuck him," she snapped suddenly, her demeanour changing although she was still visibly upset. But before Auston could even think of saying something else, Carson stormed away from him and towards Chris.

"Shit," he said quietly to himself but was quickly following after her.

It took him a moment to weave through all the other people the bar was now crowded with and lost sight of her in the process, but he soon found her again once he heard her going off.

"You have got to be kidding me right now," Carson spat as soon as she reached the other two. "Holy fuck, Chris. What the hell?"

"Uh, who's this?" The girl sitting on Chris' lap asked, then scoffed as he stood up from the stool, seemingly forgetting about her entirely.

"Baby-," he started but was soon cut off by Carson.

"Don't call me that. You have no right."

"Carson," he breathed as he pondered his words, then glanced between her and the girl beside him. "I thought you left. With him, actually."

He nodded his head to someone standing behind Carson, making her quickly glance over her shoulder to see Auston standing there. She smiled at him softly briefly because she knew the only reason he was still there was for her, then her expression hardened again as she turned to face Chris again.

"You say that like it validates your actions, you fucking asshole."

"If you were serious about wanting to get back together, you wouldn't have ditched me for your friends. I have needs, Carson, and you weren't there. So I don't know what else you want me to say."

"Don't worry about saying anything then, 'cause we're done," she told him firmly. "For good. I want you to stay the hell out of my life. Don't text me, don't dm me, nothing. I don't want anything to do with you ever again. Mitch was right; I shouldn't have let you back in. This was a complete waste of my time. Have a nice life."

And with that, Carson turned her back to him. It was when she met eye contact with Auston again that her cold, hard exterior cracked, and he saw the tears pool in her eyes once again.

However, as she walked away this time, she reached out to grab Auston's hand and didn't even have to pull. He was already following her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, so she knew that. He could tell she was crying as they weaved through the people and headed to the coat check. She would talk when she was ready.

Once they had their coats and were outside, Carson let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and then started sobbing.

"God, I am so stupid!" She cried and took a few staggering breaths, which Auston reacted to by instinctively wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him. "How? How was I dumb enough to think that he had changed? I can't believe I ever thought he actually cared about me. Holy fuck, I refuse to have a panic attack over this."

"Hey, hey, take a breath for me, alright?" Auston soothed as Carson continued crying against his chest. "It's done. It's over. You don't have to see him anymore, ok? Don't let him continue to have this much power over you. You are worth so much more than that."

She didn't reply, just nodded in understanding and made no effort to move from his embrace. The two of them just stood there for a few minutes as Carson let herself calm down, and Auston let her cling to him as she did so. Eventually, her sobs turned into sniffles and then nothing.

"Thank you, Auston," Carson's voice croaked after a couple of minutes of silence. Then she moved away slightly to look up at him, puffy eyes and all.

She was still very drunk, there was no doubting it, but at that moment, it took everything Auston had not just to lean down and kiss her. However, he restrained himself and instead just smiled.

"Anytime, Carson," he replied. "Now, c'mon, it's cold out. Let's go to my place. This night has been long enough as it is."

"You're telling me," she groaned as she unwrapped her arms from around his waist, then moved to link their arms together as they started walking. "I'm ready for bed."

It was a short walk back to Auston's condo. His place was only a couple of blocks from the bar they went to, and the cold air helped sober Carson up a little bit.

When they arrived at his building, they wasted no time going to the elevator. Carson leaned against him as they waited for the elevator to take them to Auston's floor, even letting out a small yawn as she fought to keep her eyes open. As soon as they were inside his condo, she took off her coat and shoes, then walked right into the kitchen as if she owned the place.

It wasn't the first time she had been to his condo and certainly wouldn't be the last, but it still made him chuckle at how quick she was in making herself comfortable.

Once he finished taking his things off, too, he went into the kitchen as well to find Carson leaning on the large island and sipping on some more water. She didn't notice him right away, just kind of stared at nothing as she continued drinking the water, then her gaze eventually fell on Auston again.

"What?"

"Nothing," Auston laughed. "I'll grab you some comfy clothes and set them on the bed for you to change into when you're done."

She nodded, then Auston exited the kitchen and headed down the hallway to his bedroom to grab her a pair of his track pants and a t-shirt to wear. He knew they'd be baggy on her but also knew she wouldn't care. So, once he gathered the clothes, he set them on the bed, then went into the ensuite to shower quickly and get ready for bed himself.

When Auston was done in the shower and changed into a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt, he exited the washroom with a bottle of Advil to put on the bedside table for Carson to take in the morning if she needed it. But when he entered the room, she was already changed and curled up in his bed.

Again, he just chuckled to himself as he set the Advil on the table next to her glass of water, then grabbed the throw blanket from the end of the bed for him to use while sleeping on the couch.

However, he didn't even make it to the doorway before Carson spoke up.

"Auston?" She asked quietly, making him freeze in his tracks.

"Yeah?" He replied and turned around to look at her again. "You ok?"

"Mhmm. It's just, would you mind sleeping in here with me tonight? Or, I mean, you can leave after I fall asleep. I won't make you stay. But I'd rather not be alone right now."

Auston would've been lying if he said her request didn't surprise him, and yet there wasn't a single part of him that wanted to say no.

"Yeah, I can do that. Let me go turn off the lights. Then I'll be right back."

"Ok," Carson replied as she watched him leave the room and waited patiently for him to come back.

A couple of minutes later, Auston was crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, and Carson wasted no time scooting closer to him for comfort.

"Is this ok?" She asked after coming to a sudden halt in her movements.

"Yes," Auston assured her. "Don't worry about me. I want you to be comfortable."

At that, she smiled and scooted a teeny bit closer so that there were only a few inches between them.

Once she stopped moving, Auston let himself relax. She was just sleeping beside him, there was no reason for him to feel a little flustered, but he couldn't help it. He always felt different when she was around.

After a few moments of silence, Auston thought Carson must've fallen asleep. But then she spoke up again.

"That was the second time he's done something like that," Carson stated, then yawned. "Well, at least the second time I know about."

"What do you mean?" Auston asked, confused.

"Chris," she clarified. "When we broke up in May, it was because I found out he was cheating on me. It makes me seem like a joke for getting burned twice now by the same thing."

"Oh, Carson, I had no idea."

"It's ok. I try not to talk about it too much. Our relationship wasn't good or healthy. He did some pretty fucked up things to me, but I was so blinded by the thought of how 'that was who I was supposed to be with' that I brushed off a lot of it. I was too wrapped up in his lies. By the time I built up enough courage to break up with him, my anxiety and depression were at the worst it's ever been. That's why Mitchy has so much hatred toward him. That and the fact that he was cheating on me, but mainly that. His brother Chris is the same way. Lexie isn't too fond of him, but she acted civil for me tonight. I haven't told Nate or Mya we were talking again 'cause I knew they'd lose their shit."

"I'm sorry that he did that to you," Auston said hesitantly, unsure of what else he could say. "He doesn't deserve someone like you, Carse."

"See, that's the thing," she laughed, but it was a blatant coverup of a small sob that left her mouth. "He once told me I'd find no one else. That no one was going to want me or my baggage the way he did, and it made me feel like I was never going to be able to find love. Am I really that unlovable?"

"Absolutely not," he told her without hesitation. "Carson, you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Please do not let some piece of trash asshole make you think so lowly about yourself. You're going to find a person that treats you the way you deserve to be treated, and Chris is going to wish he realized how good what he had was before he went and fucked it up."

Carson didn't respond to that right away. All that could be heard was a few sniffles and deep breaths she took.

"I really loved him, Auston. I pictured my entire life with him, and then it all came crumbling down. This shit hurts."

"But that is his loss, not yours. And yes, of course, you feel that way. He was your first love, but it's clear he wasn't your true love. That person is still out there, and when you find them, you'll realize that being this upset over douchebag Chris was unnecessary. But for now, just let it out. Feel whatever you need to feel, but know the bad stuff is temporary, and you'll bounce back from this, Carson. I know you will."

"Thank you, Auston," Carson eventually said while nodding in agreement. It was then he realized that the small space between them was closed, and she was not laying against his arm ever so slightly. "I needed to hear that. Thank you for being such a good friend. I was lucky to meet you this year. I think it was meant to be that we crossed paths. I think I was meant to have you in my life for some reason."

"Me too, Carse," he replied before lifting his arm so she could cuddle close to him if she wanted to. She did, and he couldn't help but smile as he laid his arm back down and placed it around her as she was very obviously about to fall asleep. "Me too."

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oneletteredwondered · 5 years ago

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Logan's first day of public school.

Minor warning for some brief bullying.

Addams family au, based off this picture and au by @misplaced-my-notes hey ily.

The long black car pulls up to the blue gates of the public school. Children are running about all directions inside the property, yelling and screaming. Some are sitting on the dirty ground smacking their hands together in some strange ritualistic pattern. There are adults standing on the outskirts keeping careful watch in case someone gets hurt.

Logan stares out the window with his messenger bag over one shoulder. There's a notebook on his lap for the express purpose of taking notes on the other children. He twists his suit jacket in his hands.

Logan is not intimidated.

"Thank you for the ride, Thing," Logan says. The disembodied hand on the steering wheel scutters and turns to face him. It bounces once and raises a finger. Logan huffs.

"I am not nervous." He says, purposefully unclenching the hem of his jacket. Thing bounces twice. Logan deigns not to answer it.

He exits the car, taking a second to make sure his outfit is wrinkle free and shuts the door. He thanks Thing one more time through the open window and begins to make his way up to the blue gates. He has a pen in his notebook at the ready.

He's scribbling notes as he walks, peering over the top of his notebook at the other students. They are so different from him. It's to be expected when under the assumption they have been in public school for their whole lives while Logan has been home schooled for his.

His first observation is that the other students have more finite social skills, moving from person to person with a simple question but not taking the time to really get to know them. Base level acquaintances by definition but he hears the word friend be tossed around. None of them exhibit the requirements for 'friends' in his opinion.

"Question if I may," he approaches a group of girls in the sand. They look to each other then back at him. He marks down silent communication on his pad of paper to explore later.

"I observed you putting your hands together. What is the benefit to that?" He asks. The girls once again give each other looks that Logan can't decipher.

"You mean patty-cake?" One finally says. Logan writes that down.

"It's a game." Another says but this time the tone isn't nice or questioning, but bordering on rude. Logan finds them staring at him with creases near their eyes.

"What benefit does it serve?" He asks anyway.

"Do you not play games?" And then they are laughing and he doesn't know why. Logan is confused. He does not like being confused. Further more, he does play games. Just last week he and his Uncle Remus played how many light bulbs does it take to to short circuit his nervous system. 37. His brother Remy filmed the whole thing for their next family reunion.

It doesn't matter because the girls get up and walk away from him, one of them smacking his notebook to the dirt and laughing again. It's rude. Logan picks it up and shakes the dirt off. He feels a burning on his face.

A new feeling he is not a fan of.

A bell rings and Logan plainly follows the teachers rules to find his designated classroom.

He spends the next hour ignoring the teacher and detailing the interaction, trying to figure out the nuances of what he did to get the girls to act unkindly. He comes up with nothing, which is more frustrating than he cares to admit.

He spends the next hour after that arguing with the teacher about Christopher Columbus because they have wildly different accounts of what he did to the world. In the end, Logan has something called a detention and one of his classmates is crying because he talked about murder. He was simply trying to inform them of the truth.

Logan does not pout.

During the scheduled lunch period Logan spends the time alone at a table, writing notes about the hidden groups within groups at each table. It's not until the hour is almost up that he realizes the other children are whispering and looking at him, and it doesn't look nice either.

This is proven as when the period ends, someone snags his notebook, holding it over their head where Logan can't reach without looking undignified jumping for it.

"What are you writing about you weirdo?" They taunt. Logan just stands and stares at them. Without his notebook he begins to details his observations out loud.

"Taller male uses his height against others. Perhaps a tactic learned at home. Possibly used to try and seem more likable by his peers. Uses physical attributes as they are certainly lacking in the intellectual department." Logan places a hand to his chin in thought, circling the student who took his book. A small crowd of students forms around them.

"What did you just say to me?" They ask dumbly. Logan sighs.

"My apologies, I didn't realizes your critical thinking skills were so severely missing. I said you are not smart so you try to be liked by being stronger than others." The bully stares at Logan angrily. Logan stares back. Suddenly the bully shoves the notebook back into his hands.

"Mr Saga! He called me stupid!" The bully points a finger at him accusatory. Logan gapes.

"I did not! I called you severely lacking in intelligence. There’s a difference!"

"Mr Addams." An authoritative voice comes from behind him. Logan turns to see a teacher looking disapproving back at him.

"Come with me Mr Addams." They say. Logan follows plainly, turning to glare at the bully as they look smugly back at him. It's then that Logan realizes they planned their words and got Logan in trouble on purpose. How rude.

Logan writes that down.

He gets a small lecture from the teacher about how it's impolite to call someone stupid, which Logan clarifies, again, he did not, in fact, call any one stupid. The teacher just sighs.

"Since this is your first day and you're coming from being home schooled, I'll let you off with a warning, try to not let it happen again." Mr Saga says. Logan narrows his eyes but agrees for the time being.

He exits the classroom to find another student leaning against the walls beside the door. They perk up seeing him, waiting for him. They wear a flowy blue skirt and there's a white bow in their unruly curly hair. They give Logan a bright smile.

"Hi." They say first.

"Salutations." Logan says back. The other giggles and Logan isn't sure what they found funny.

"I just wanted to say I thought it was cool the way you stood up to Nate like that. He holds things over people's heads a lot." They inform him. Logan makes a note in his book as he walks, the other student falling in line with him.

"What are you writing down?" They ask. Logan studies them for a second, trying to figure out their motive. They just smile softly at him behind their round glasses.

"I am detailing the differences from being home schooled to those who have been in public schools." The other makes an 'oh' noise.

"Actually if I may, might I inquire some insight from you?" Logan stops in the middle of the hallway, his walking partner stops as well. They nod their head happily, swaying back and forth.

Logan details the conversation he had earlier with the girls in the sand, confusion apparent as he is unsure what he did to make them treat him like that. His new friend giggles again. It doesn't sound mean at all and a part of Logan wishes to detail the noise in his book.

"It's not uh, common, to ask questions like that, so they uh, probably, just acted mean cause they didn't know what else to do." Well. Even if they didn't sound sure, it's a better explanation than Logan could come up with. He details the theory in his book.

"My name's Patton by the way!" The student says. Logan holds out his hand. Patton blinks at it.

"Logan Addams," Logan introduces himself. Patton still hasn't shook his hand. Logan shifts awkwardly.

"It's polite to take my hand," he tries to explain. At that Patton grins wide and takes his hand. But he doesn't shake his hand proper, instead he squeezes it and doesn't let go.

Logan sputters and suddenly Patton is dragging him through the hall, telling Logan all about the strange slapping hand ritual from earlier. It's a game of some kind apparently, made for the pure fact to be fun and sometimes challenging with no purpose otherwise. Logan does his best to remember these details but Patton's hand is warm in his and it's very distracting.

Warm. Not like the burning of earlier where he felt sad and angry. This is soft warmth that makes him flustered and.. happy? Patton guides them to class, making some excuse about getting lost. The class laughs at their misfortune but Patton shrugs it off, so Logan figures it's best to do so as well.

He decides not to speak during class, writing and writing all the information Patton provided to him down. It's important for research, nothing else.

At the end of the day Patton is by his side again, walking him out the front gates and chatting aimlessly about seemingly nothing. They wait together for a while, cars moving in a line to pick up the kids. A long sleek black car is last in line.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Patton calls, beginning to step away.

"Do you have a guardian coming to collect you?" Logan asks curiously not really wanting their conversation to end. Patton is.. willing to talk to him.. and provide valuable commentary. That's all. Patton shakes his head to the question.

"I live with my grandma just a few minutes from here, so I just walk home," he explains. Logan swallows a lump in his throat.

"Would you care for a ride home then? As thank you for being helpful to me today." He adds quickly. It doesn't stop Patton from beaming at him and that causes something downright strange to happen to Logan's stomach.

"Thanks Lolo," He says and Logan is so caught up in that something he's barely coherent when he opens the door to the car for Patton like a gentleman, and Patton screams.

"THERE'S A HAND!" He yelps, skittering to hide behind Logan and pointing over his shoulder into the car. Thing taps the wheel hard.

"Yes of course there's a hand." Logan says plainly.

"Its name is Thing, its my family's house keeper." Logan goes on, sliding into the car. Patton looks between Logan and Thing with very clear fear in his eyes. He slowly slides in beside Logan and closes the door.

"Can it.. uh, actually drive?" Patton's voice squeaks.

"He is the safest driver in our family." The car moves and Patton is frozen still and not talking as they pull out of the the school lot. He barely manages to give directions to his home. Logan isn't sure what happened. Patton was so.. cheerful a moment ago. Logan fiddles with the hem of his suit then reaches over to give Patton's hand a squeeze like Patton did for him earlier in the day.

Whatever it does, it works, as Patton begins to smile at him again and Logan finds himself smiling back, but just a little. Patton is relaxed by the time they pull up to a small cottage styled house.

"Thanks for the ride Logan, uh.. Thing?" Thing lifts a finger in a wave and Patton waves a finger back at it, a giggle slipping out. Logan ends up staring unable to look away. There's that noise again, the one that he wants to document and hold onto and hear again and again. What is wrong with him?

"See you tomorrow Logan," Patton says impossibly soft and he's looking at Logan so nicely and Logan manages a quick 'bye' and the door closes. Logan scoots to the window and watches as Patton enters his home.

Thing begins the drive back home. It taps the steering wheel.

"It was fine," Logan says curtly, hands crinkling his notebook on his lap. He thinks back over the day and he ends up warm again thinking about Patton and that strange thing happens to his stomach again.

Once home Logan wastes no time in heading to the moonroom in the back of the house. The sides of the room are all glass, but thick black curtains cover them while the sun is up, only opening when the moon is high in the sky. It's filled with plots of rose thorns, the petals and bulbs scattered all over the floor so when his parents waltz they swirl around them.

His father is there, wearing something long and black, a swirling shadow around his neck as he reads from a large tome with witch words written on the inside. There’s a pendant in his hand that sways as he walks the room. His skin is deathly pale and cold, but still manages to give comforting hugs when called for.

"Father," Logan says when he enters. The shadow thing around his father's shoulder puffs into nothingness and takes its rightful resting place under his father's eyes.

"Logan dear, how was your first day at the public school?" Virgil asks, taking a seat at one of the long tattered benches in the room. He pats the seat beside him and Logan goes to sit by him.

"I believe myself to be ill." Logan tells him plainly. Virgil gasps and goes to touch his forehead.

"Did one of the other school children give you a pox? Your Uncle Remus would love to experience it with you." Virgil says. Logan pushes his hand off. Holding his father's hand doesn't feel the same as holding Patton's he notices bitterly.

"I do not think any of them were sick to my knowledge but I am feeling.. Odd." He settles on. Virgil tsks sadly. When Logan had announced he wanted to attend the public school to study the other kids, Virgil had encouraged his brilliant mind.

His son confided that it's not that he didn't love his father's lessons on the occult or his padre's lessons with the sword, but this is an experiment all on it's own, one he got to do all on his own. Seeing his child so distraught about something they were so excited about is distressing.

Virgil looks up as his husband enters the room, giving him a pointed look towards their son. Roman flicks the ashes of his cigar into one of the potted plants and takes a seat on the other side of Logan.

"What ever is the matter son?" Roman asks. He takes one more puff of his cigar and tosses it. One of the plants jerk up to eat it. Virgil glares at him because they have discussed it's not healthy for the plants to be smoking yet.

Logan recounts his day for his parents, flipping through his notebook as he does. Virgil and Roman are attentive, nodding approvingly to Logan's banter with the teacher about the misinterpretation about Chris Columbus, and Roman laughs heartily when Logan explains how he never actually called someone stupid. He has way better insults that stupid anyway.

"And then Patton, he-" Logan cuts off his words with a pout, feeling that strange feeling again. Virgil plays with his hair comfortingly.

"Is Patton a good one or a bad one?" He asks.

"He's good." Logan says quickly. Roman raises his eyebrows at that. He and Virgil share a questioning look over Logan's head.

"He's good, but he- he makes me feel weird. He makes me feel sickly." Logan explains.

"Even though he's good?" Virgil asks. Logan nods but he doesn't look happy about it.

"He's sweet and kind and explained some of the social instances for me." Logan swallows hard.

"He makes my chest feel like it's constricting. Shortness of breath isn't healthy and while talking to him I almost stuttered which is concerning for my brain scan last week did not have any abnormalities." Logan had been upset about the lack of abnormalities, but now he's more upset cause if there were, then at least he'd have a working theory of the cause of this sudden feeling.

He's hugged on both sides by his parents and even though he's still confused it does make him feel slightly better.

"Maybe we should meet your new friend?" Roman asks. Logan stiffens, then nods. The word friend echoes in his head. Are he and Patton friends? It is something he is going to have to inquire about. He hops off the bench and heads to his room, finishing what little homework he has, then proceeding to electrocute his brother until his eyes are glowing blue.

And he takes time to think about Patton. He used a full page in his book to try and document his laugh. He feels odd for sure but not bad. He will have to conduct more experiments he decides, almost smiling at the idea of spending more time with his.. new friend, and the experiments of course.

"Ah, young love," Roman laments back in the moonroom. He takes Virgil's hand and kisses up his arm to his lips. Virgil allows the affection.

"He doesn't realize it yet though," Virgil chides. Roman just smirks at him.

"He will figure it out eventually. He takes after you in that regard." It's teasing and Virgil pushes him away and stands. Roman is quick on the upkeep, chasing to catch Virgil by the waist and pull him into a dip.

"You mustn't tell him," Virgil says hanging from Roman's arms. "You know how he gets when the answer is spoiled for him." Roman pulls Virgil back to standing, twirling him around the room, rose petals dancing at their feet.

"I have full confidence in our little mad scientist," Roman says with a dashing smile. Virgil returns it with a smirk.

"Just like you have full confidence with me?" He's teasing. Roman lights up.

"Is that a dare my darling?" He leans in. Virgil laughs dark and low, gripping Roman by the lapels of his white suit.

"It's a threat," he whispers against Roman's lips. A pleasant shiver runs through Roman as he kisses his husband quiet, knowing the feelings tormenting Logan will come to light all on their own.

And when Logan finally invites Patton over, and the soft boy screams at Virgil's pet spider, giving Athena the fear she deserves and hasn't had in such a long time, and Logan spends an hour comforting him, both Virgil and Roman decide Patton is good, and that Logan has made an excellent choice for a friend.

AN: So I wrote this and then after saw OP artist put Emile as Uncle Fester... so I'm claiming creative liberties with making Remus Uncle Fester because a) he and Roman are actual brothers and b) I love him.

#addams family au #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #fic #my post

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admdmrtn · 4 years ago

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hi alicia ily ❤️ 16, 25, 39, 45, 94, 101

ESME HELLO I LOVE YOU SM ❤️

ask me more 101 wayhaven questions!

16. Who did you romance in your first playthrough?

FELIX 🥺🥺 i was reaaaally tempted to play nate’s route though just because wtf this man hits you right in them sweet spots but felix reminded me of a lil someone i was obsessed with at the time *wink wonk* and he was recommended by a friend *also wink wonk* so i wanted to find out more about his route first!

25. Is there a moment of choice you made in game that you regret?

uh yeah, once i decided to go on bobby’s branch route and allowed him to come into my apartment and almost made out with him HDJSJSKDKDJ never again lol but other than that i think my regrets come from the earlier scenes during the first murder where it’s either you speak to verda about the blood, talk to a witness, or go to the crime scene because i don’t remember which vampire goes with you for each choice and that ticks me off a bit when i play the diff routes DJJDKDKDJSJS like going to the crime scene is with F and N so that’s good if you’re on F’s route, while talking to the witness i think is M and N? and going to speak with verda is just N i don’t know if i’m right but yeah i always mess it up

39. Which LI would you date as you, not your detective?

oh No. the question isn’t really who i’d date because i’ll take all four of em AAAHH but more of who would date me shjsjsks adam wouldn’t date me 😔 i’m gonna say either nate because he’s definitely a patient partner and i need that stability of sorts, or mason because he’ll understand the need for space but also entertain my sarcastic comments lol

45. Do you have any HCs or predictions about what really happened to Rook and his death?

ooooh yes okay so my theory is that the leader of the rogues is the detective’s aunt because falk mentioned them having the same eyes and at first i thought maybe she became the leader after rook’s death, but looking into how falk was like “she’s done things and don’t regret them” i feel like she’s the one who killed rook for meddling into the supernatural world and i think rebecca knows this which is why it’s so much more painful because it’s very personal

94. What is your detective’s moral alignment? (e.g. chaotic neutral, lawful evil, etc…)

i had to make a quick check hdjskskdjdjs edith’s a true neutral she goes by her own rules and tries not to fully commit to one side (also i can’t say she’s lawful neutral bc i always make her shoot adam HDJSJSKDKDK)

101. Honestly, how would you react if you found out there were supernaturals living in this world (and your blood is the hottest ticket in town)?

man. if it gives me the excuse not to be worried about school or money (assuming that maybe the agency exists too and i get involved because of my blood) then count me in hehsjskjsjd in all honesty though, i’d be pretty excited. scared because fml of course i’d be a stupid human but mainly excited

#mutual esme #twc asks #ask alicia #the wayhaven chronicles #101 wayhaven questions

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badassbellarke · 6 years ago

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Who does Bonnie murder?

That is the big question people are asking.

First of all, I AM LIVING FOR THIS SEASON AND THE MYSTERY. It is so juicy because there are a lot of separate story-lines and questions floating around between our core characters, as opposed to the previous seasons where everybody was working together to get away/cover up murder.

Suspect - Bonnie freaking Winterbottom.

Let’s get right to it. As a whole, I’d say this character is quite unknown in comparison to the Keating four and Annalise herself. What do we know about her, really? The ‘what’ usually leads to the ‘why’ and the ‘whom’.

Well, we know she is an attorney of law.

We know she is a killer. In fact, one could argue that she has had her hands in every single murder on this show thus far and is by far the most responsible. She has not killed every single person herself but she has been involved or in the know about them all. Frank, too.

We also know she has a history of mental illness. To what extent I don’t know if that has been shared (I have a terrible memory?) but we do know as an audience that she is very unstable. We have witnessed it many, many times. She acts with impulse and without regret.... possibly a sociopath?

She was sexually assaulted and abused by her father, and raped by his acquaintances whom he set up. Which, no doubt, caused a lot of trauma and contributed to her mental instability.

Her father had been in prison her adult life and was later murdered by Frank.

She is a compulsive liar. Annalise is supposed to be her best friend and most trusted ally, however Bonnie has lied to her a countless amount of times straight to her face without any guilt. Not to mention that she had an affair with Annalise’s husband without remorse, too.

She has an estranged sister who is presumably troubled.

She gave birth to a baby boy when she was fifteen years old and remembers the entire experience, but said she never saw her son after birth. He was later kidnapped from the hospital by Bonnie’s sister.

She manipulates people and uses them, especially her boyfriends or partners. She has a problem with intimacy.

My question is, what is her motive? What is her gain?

Victim - John / Jane Doe.

We know that the person killed cannot be any of these people: Laurel (she is seen grabbing Christopher from Bonnie after Bonnie murders John Doe), Michaela (she finds Bonnie in the bathroom covered in blood after the murder), Annalise (she is dancing at the wedding reception when Frank approaches her to confess what has happened), Frank (he finds Annalise at the reception afterward), Asher (Connor finds him outside the reception having *relations* with Mrs. Walsh), or Connor (he is at the reception waiting for Oliver to make a toast).

That leaves Oliver, Nate, Gabriel, or Bonnie’s sister Julie.

Who can it be? Whose death left Annalise broken on her apartment floor?

I have my fingers pointed towards Nate Lahey, Oliver, and Bonnie’s sister.

Oliver Hampton.

Why would Bonnie want to kill Oliver? Well, that is the easiest part of my theory. Oliver is a hacker and we know that he was investigating Gabriel and trying to figure out what Frank had to do with him.

If Gabriel is Bonnie’s son then it is possible that Oliver figured it out and was going to tell somebody, possibly Gabriel himself. Oliver has a guilty conscience and always wants to do what his moral compass says, especially after the Simon incidents last season with him almost dying and then being deported. Oliver is done with the lies and schemes.

This could have conflicted with Bonnie’s long term agenda of keeping her son a secret, and maybe she snapped. Maybe she kills Oliver to simply keep him quiet. All the other people that are in the know such as Frank, Annalise, Nate, and Laurel are all excellent secret keepers, Bonnie wouldn’t worry about them, but Oliver?

And let’s be honest, killing Oly off directly after he finally married Connor would be in perfect Shonda Rhymes fashion. She loves a tragic story.

(I HATE THIS THEORY SO MUCH ILY OLIVER HAMPTON-WALSH PLEASE BE SAFE)

Nate Lahey

The only reason I am typing his name is because of how Annalise reacted to the news and how she crumbled onto her floor once she returned home. She was devastated. And we all know she is in love with Mr. Nathaniel Lahey Jr.

Also, he was looking deep into Gabriel’s past trying to figure out who he was and who Bonnie’s child is, which might have compromised things. He might have found out something he shouldn’t have known such as particular DNA evidence pertaining to Bonnie, or her sister.

The only thing I can’t wrap my brain around though is how Bonnie could have managed murdering a guy twice her size by suffocating him like shown. You would think that Nate can fight back hard enough to get away from someone of her size, especially at a crowded party not very far away. So unless Frank was her accomplice and somehow subdued Nate, it doesn’t seem logical that she could kill him, especially without being hurt in the process. He carries a gun.

But who else’s death would upset Annalise to such a degree?

And why else would Bonnie have his cell phone after the murder had taken place? Michaela calls his phone and Bonnie takes it out of her purse to silence it and send it to voicemail.

Either Nate helped her commit murder and his cell phone fell out of his pocket, which for an Officer is highly unlikely and goes against his better judgement, or he himself was murdered.

Julie Winterbottom

In the bathroom scene at the wedding reception when Michaela confronts Bonnie, Bonnie seems jolted and out of character. Her responses to Michaela almost sound rehearsed and impersonal, and it is the same when Laurel walks in to grab Christopher. The Bonnie we have come to know has a lot of love and affection for Christopher and Laurel, too, and she is generally a bit warmer to them. This Bonnie appears uncomfortable and secretive. This Bonnie appears... different. Unhinged. Snapped.

Annalise says to Frank in the latest episode, “I’m worried about Bonnie. She isn’t herself when she is around her sister, I’ve seen it.”

Did Bonnie snap and kill her sister?

Bonnie’s sister did after all kidnap her song all those years ago, and she confessed to burying him in the woods alive. Certainly enough motive for Bonnie to want her dead.

Let’s face it, Bonnie and her sister do not have a good relationship in general. Julie even admits that it has been a DECADE since they have seen each other and she was very hostile about it. Julie is an ex addict and alcoholic from the looks of things, and Bonnie couldn’t deal with it any longer so she separated herself. The only reason why she decided to see Julie again was because she wanted to know the truth about her son, and what she learned I believe sent her over the edge.

Her sister not only kidnapping but also killing her baby is devastating... I could see that being traumatic enough for her to break. And Bonnie is a very spiteful character, we even witness this as she attempts to call the police and report her sister for having an unregistered firearm. Frank says to her, “you’d regret this tomorrow” but I’m not sure that she would have.

Bonnie wants revenge.

Who did you think she killed? x

#htgawm theories #how to get away with murder #htgawm #my theories #bonnie winterbottom #oliver hampton #nate lahey #julie winterbottom #whose dead?#theories

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softmahito · 6 years ago

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Sloane x f!mc for 6. from the advent otp list & if you’re not sure what the gag gift should be (I know the struggle of coming up with a good gag gift so let me include an option Incase you get stumped) you might include 13 from that list (I made you an ugly Christmas sweater) djdjdkdd sorry for the long ask, love your fics!!! 💗💗💗💜💜💜

6: I got you for Secret Santa, but I thought it was supposed to be a gag gift, and now I won’t fess up because I’m embarrassed +13: You made me an ugly Christmas sweater

mc: katherine parkwords: 652summary: that feeling when you’re not making a fool of yourself… katherine can’t relatea/n: in case u wanted to see the sweater i describe in the fic here it is ;-)))requested by: @kenjikatsoros thanks nate, ily! ♥♥♥masterlist? click here

They say in every group of friends there’s that one friend who’s always cracking up jokes, pranks others and is all around the fun one of them and in her group of friends, Katherine definitely was that friend. When not torturing the rest of the gang with her - most of the time horrible puns she made sure that at once a week one of them was pranked. She was like a sneeze, she just could not be contained.

And when, after defeating Eros, they decided to do the secret Santa this year it was like presenting her a big, shiny, red button and ask her not to press it. Of course, she would take the opportunity to prank whoever’s Secret Santa she would be and that poor person was sweet, innocent Sloane. But to Katherine’s defence, she was sure that they all were doing gag gifts.

As it turned out they didn’t. And Katherine found out about it while they were opening presents - which was way too late to do something about her present for Sloane. And boy oh boy she sure did went all out with this one.

So while Nadia got a new set of paint brushes she was talking about for months. Or while Damien got that beautiful painting of their whole group, Sloane was soon to unwrap the most horrendous looking Christmas sweater Katherine could find on the internet. And she did spend almost an entire week looking for it.

And as soon as she sprawled it out in all its glory everyone in the room went silent and suddenly Katherine felt embarrassed and her cheeks turned red. Her friends were looking at a bright red sweater with a Christmas pattern on it but on the chest area, there was a couple of moose. Cute right? Except not because, both of the moose where pooping. Yeah, that was more like something Katherine would gift her loving girlfriend. And all of her friends knew that since as soon as they saw what was on the sweater they looked at her.

“Thanks, Katherine.” Sloane giggled softly.

“What? It wasn’t from me. I don’t know what you mean.” She made a confused face.

“Drop the act, Katherine. It’s obvious that’s from you.”

“Um… No, it’s not. Did you see a note saying it’s from me?” She sassed back at Damien who rolled his eyes shaking his head no. “Yeah, didn’t think so Mr smarty-pants.” She scoffed and take a sip oh her wine. “Now… Can we move on?” She asked, still holding the glass of wine in front of her face, trying to somehow cover the obvious blush on her face.

Steve was next in the line and while he was unwrapping his present, Sloane came up to Kathrine. She took the glass from her hands and placed it back on the table. She sat on Katherine's lap and kissed her softly on both, covered in blush, cheeks.

“I love it,” Sloane whispered, smiling from ear to ear and only then Katherine noticed, Sloane was already wearing the sweater over her dress.

“You do?” Katherine asked shocked. “I mean… Whoever got you this thing clearly didn’t get the memo.” She raised her eyebrows for a second.

“Of course I do,” Sloane assured her, ignoring the second sentence. “It’s the most you-thing you could give me and I absolutely love it.” She shrugged. “And I love you and your crazy ideas.” She added now blushing as well.

“I really thought we were all doing gag gifts,” Katherine admitted finally, embarrassed.

“I can tell.” Sloane laughed and it was like music to Katherine’s ears. She loved listening to Sloane’s laugh. It was the purest thing in the entire world.

“As long as I made you laugh I have no regrets,” Katherine said, now proudly and leaned in to place a soft kiss on Sloane’s lips. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas indeed.”

#sloane washington #perfect match #playchoices #kingaftwriting #christmas drabbles #long post #kenjikatsoros #nate tag 🔥

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soul-music-is-life · 6 years ago

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I love your tumblr page and I love your writing and I look up to you as a writer. Today I was trying to write and I was listening to music and I was wondering since you are "soul music is life" what is on your writing playlist (if you have one) and if you listen to music when you write. ILY

First of all, thank you. I look up to you for being awesome.

I actually don’t listen to music while I’m actively writing because it distracts me because all I want to do is sing along. However, I do have a playlist that pumps me up before I decide to write. It varies from unknowns to big names. I have a pretty eccentric taste in music. I’ll provide a link to each song (and my playlist at the end for ya), because I’m all about introducing my jams to others.

Effortless- Sabrina Ddumba

Next to Me- Emeli Sandé

Fireworks- First Aid Kit

All I Need- AWOLNATION

You’ve Got Me Running in Circles- Sonny Cleveland

Always- Andy Grammer

Thunder- Imagine Dragons

Put it Together- Langhorne Slim and the Law

Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Like I’m Gonna Lose You- Meghan Trainor and John Legend

One of Us- New Politics

Waiting Game- Parson James

Battle Scars- Lupe Fiasco

Next to Me- Imagine Dragons

The Night We Met- Lord Huron

Slow Hands- Niall Horan

Million Reasons- Lady Gaga

Killing Me Softly- The Fugees (Ah, Lauren Hill…)

Changes- Tupac

Just a Dream- Nelly

The Book of Love- Peter Gabriel

Trouble is a Friend- Lenka

Stand By You- Rachel Platten

I Think I’m in Love- Kat Dahlia

Save Tonight- Eagle Eye Cherry

I’m Goin Down- Mary J Blige

Only You- Yazoo

Story of My Life- OneDirection (Judge me, I dare you)

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You- UB40 (love the OG too)

Just Give Me a Reason- Pink (ft Nate Russ)

Just My Luck- McFly

Some Nights- FUN

Never Had a Dream Come True- SClub7

A Thousand Years- Christina Perri

Then I got my OG classics:

Sam Cooke- literally anything (though I have a soft spot for“A Change Is Gonna Come” and “Bring it On Home to Me”)

This Old Heart of Mine- The Isley Brothers

Let it Be- The Beatles

Who’s Lovin You- Jackson 5

Always- Ella Fitzgerald

Stand By Me- Ben E King

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow- The Shirelles

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues- Elton John

The Rose- Bette Midler

In My Life- The Beatles

Dream a Little Dream of Me- Ella Fitzgerald and LouisArmstrong

Cryin- Aerosmith

For the Longest Time- Billy Joel

Heart and Soul- Bea Wain

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted- Jimmy Ruffin

My Girl- The Temptations (admittedly this one hassentimental value to me, as I can recall my Grandmother dancing around in herkitchen singing it into a wooden spoon when I was little)

And my broadway mind of course…

Mamma Mia- Mamma Mia

One Day More- Les Mis (I literally sing ALL the parts) and On My Own.

The entire Hamilton Soundtrack (I can smash Lafayette’s rapin Guns and Ships)

Take me or Leave me (RENT)

And this is totally random, but I heard “Devil in Disguise”by Elvis today and all I could picture was someone doing an edit with AlisonDiLaurentis and couldn’t stop laughing.

Youtube Playlist of my dorky mind HERE

#asks #music #writing #Emison writing #writing music #don't judge me #seriously don't #I'm a fanatic about my music

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clarkesablake · 7 years ago

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back at it again - 5x02 reactions

Hola! Once again, my list of reactions from yesterday’s episode. This one had me all up in my emotions. It was a combination of things: an Octavia storyline that actually seemed thought out, callbacks to the Ark and s1 in general, JAHA, KANE.

It was a lot of what we’ve been missing the last couple seasons which got Very grounder heavy. Whereas the 100 and the Arkadians had to adjust and react to ‘grounder culture’ in seasons 1-4, now the tables are flipped, and we get the grounders getting a taste of the 100ish years Skaikru spent in space. This episode made me think A LOT, which is fantastic. It reminded me so much of what I loved from season one, where the threat of the grounders was there, but we didn’t really know much about them. The real conflict centered around the Ark. I really enjoyed returning to those themes. Anyway, let’s get to the reactions (sorry they don’t say a ton, I was all over the place the whole time tbh):

· Miller and Octavia sparring delinquent bbs!!!!!

· Octavia looks so unsure as she walks out in her commander gear

· She doesn’t want this, look at her reaction to Niylah bowing

· Rome references! Never a good sign tbh but ily Bell

· ‘complain to your mother’ loll

· ‘your real commanders would’ve let you burn’ oooooooooooooooo Shoot, she right tho

· What does Osleya mean again?

· ‘Give them back’ LOLL I’m still shook

· Tbh they should have gotten few more people to try the door before panicking, even though they weren’t wrong

· I wanna know how the whole bunker found out that the door wouldn’t open so quickly??, like Kane and Abby wouldn’t have told, didn’t they have guards at the door?

· Whoever designed this bunker was an idiot

· Also, this whole premise is dumb, like even if they reduce population, eventually resources will run out anyway, why not wait a year at least to make any extreme decisions?

· ‘if we need an engineer again, we’ll let you know’ Jaha’s like mmmhmmm

· ‘it’s not a decision for today’ RT KANE

· Why does it have to be ½ rations? Why not ¾ rations? 2/3 rations?

· JAHA IS A GOOD FATHER

· ‘the ark sucked, but we survived it’ heck yeah. TBh the grounders are lucky they have skaikru (and Jaha) because they know somewhat how to make this work

· Jackson and Abby’s friendship cracks me up “let’s talk about you” lmao me w/ my friends

· This agro girl is such an idiot, why start a fight in an enclosed space like this?? She’s as bad as the grounders

· Also, underestimating Octavia is a horrible idea

· Ark history I love it!!, also you know it’s bad when the floating people thing starts seeming more humane

· “they’re scared Indra, hungry” Octavia understands fear more than most, and she still really doesn’t want to kill anyone

· “go with Nathan” I love hearing that instead of Miller. Jaha knew Nate’s dad, and probably knew Nate for his whole life, little details are everything

· “safety’s overrated” lmao I’d be like k thanks! Bye! Niylah is brave

· “It isn’t hell, it’s who we are” “without a true commander to unite us, we are warring clans” WHY, why, why why?? I don’t understand, are grounders just that stupid? With no one to order them around they just ‘have to’ default to killing each other? I don’t buy it and neither does Indra (and neither would Clarke)

· Typical grounders, instead of trying to find a solution to unlock the door like Indra, Octavia, and Jaha, they just run around “finding people to take their anger out on” I can’t

· I also love how no one is understanding Jaha’s point at all, lol ‘I should have lead with that’

· “Can you make him look like a grounder? You know I can” I love this, she’s like that one character in other shows that always makes the disguises or costumes every episode

· Taking off the commander gear was the best decision she ever made tbh. The commanders are Dead noah fence

· Watching them serve all that extra food makes me physically ill, even if they’re just skaikru, they should still ration

· I love how confident Marcus is in his decision to save Abby, he would do it a thousand times over

· The fact that Jaha is apologizing to Octavia because of her life on the Ark and the fact that she doesn’t feel like a part of skaikru brings me joy and immense pain at the same time, my heart is breaking. “WE ARE YOUR PEOPLE” All I want is for her to embrace that

· Death is the enemy, when your mother broke the law, she pushed us closer to death, so she made herself the enemy. SHOOT fwcvgkjrtb3rk He’s Not Wrong

· “Now you know what it takes to lead” in this situation, it takes killing anyone who doesn’t follow the authority, Octavia in this case. And now she understands that. Which sucks, because she’s sacrificing some of her humanity and people’s lives to be that leader she needs to be, but also Jaha’s right! The Ark was messed up but it worked for so long, and there’s a reason for that, and it’s this mentality. What works on the ground doesn’t hold up in a place like the Ark or the bunker. AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhg this is such a good scene

· “I’d just gotten you back. The world was ending before our very eyes and I thought I could weather any storm as long as you were by my side.” THIS IS STRAIGHT UP POETRY MARCUS

· KABBBYYYYYYY I’m in tears

· YOU ARE WONKRU OR YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF WONKRU. CHOOSE

· SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT was all I was screaming in my head in this scene. It’s so smart. They literally had the choice to face her to get the chance to kill innocent skaikru people or follow her and live! It’s a simple system and it WORKS.

· TAKE ME TO WELLS IM SOBBING WELLS JAHA MY LOVE

· AND THEN THEY HIT ME WITH THE TRAVELER’S BLESSING ITS POETRY AND IT’S TRAGIC AND IM CRYING

· MAY WE MEET AGAIN

· I’m just emotional Jaha has been here since the beginning and he is part of what made the season 1 storyline so special, and this episode was just so many callbacks to those themes and characters and It hurts

· Marie is SELLING this empress thing, it’s insane, and that transition to six years later!! DANG

· And how they changed the set, the entire room is red now, and the people went from watching in horror to cheering the fight on, Octavia went from creating this system out of necessity to reveling in it and the power.

· Systems like the ark and the bunker work, but they can only function for so long. Things always change, and holding on to this way of thinking will hurt them on the ground. Think how without Clarke and Bellamy’s leadership, the Arkadians might not have made it very long, because they were stuck on the rules from the Ark. The delinquents thrived because they rejected the Ark’s system. “We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here!”

· I hate that that one lady lived of all the people

· Ethan and the ‘wonkru noviates’ thing scares the crap out of me

· Marcus is in the ring, how much you wanna bet it was for Abby??

#clarkesablake #the 100 #octavia blake #thelonious jaha

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wrestlewriting · 8 years ago

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Insolence, Pt. 11 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Eleven of ? (Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna)

Genre: Fluff. Sexy Times.

Length: ~4,800

Warnings: Language. Somewhat rated-M shenanigans (what?! Yes! It’s true!)

Summary/Inspo: “No star is ever lost we once have seen; we always may be what we might have been.” - Adelaide Anne Procter

“Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It’s easy. All you need is love.” - The Beatles

@catie-kaboom @libby-rose-2016 @legitlunatic @valeonmars @superkixbaybay @danapotterwwe @alexahood21 @rollinstrash @covergirlcollarbones @hiitsmecharlie @tearsropsandtiedye @thedeboniardevistation @ily-zaddy @wweismyguiltypleasure @darwarsnoam @bulletbaybay @megan-monroe @pjanina13

AUTHOR NOTE: I am sooooo not a smut writer. But here’s my loving attempt at it all the same. So this isn’t really smut but like, happy sexy times? (Please, 1000x over, let me know your thoughts on this one! So out of my comfort zone. Also, just in general, what’s up? Good stuff? Only a chapter or two left sooo…..)

These are the days we’ve been waiting for. Neither of us knows what’s in store. You just roll your window down and place your bets. These are the days we won’t regret. These are the days we will never forget!

“So what exactly are we doing?” Adam inquired, watching you from the doorway of the bathroom as you did your hair; two braids coming from the front, meeting at the back of your head, where you were pinning them to rest over your hair that was down.

“Regretting letting me plan today?” you asked, throwing a coy but mocking smile at him quickly, before focusing back on your appearance.

“Nah, I’m sure you’re not getting me killed or anything,” he stated with a chuckle, leaning against the door-frame.

“You don’t know that,” you argued, looking at him through the mirror. “I could totally have gotten in contact with the mob already. Or Jay.”

“…too soon,” Adam grumbled, making you giggle. “Can we not talk about him?”

“We’re gonna have to face it eventually,” you pointed out, finishing with your hair, turning to face him.

“Yea, eventually. But not now. Today and tomorrow…this is us, just us, OK?”

“Got it,” you agreed, walking to him, standing up straight to kiss him briefly “You and me.”

“You and me.”

“Now let’s go so I can date the hell out of you,” you declared, causing him to laugh outright, as you walked past him out of the bathroom.

“Oh, is that what this is?” he asked amused, turning and watching you as you grabbed your shoes, and sat down on the bed to put them on.

“Yes,” you answered, tying your red low top shoes. “Because we did this whole thing ass backwards.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” he conceded. “But we also haven’t exactly had time with each other that didn’t also involve work.”

“Well, now we do. So we’re gonna be normal,” you explained, standing up. You fixed the flowy black shirt you were wearing, which was over a light pair of jean capris. Adam was similarly dressed in a jeans and a t-shirt. Las Vegas wasn’t sweltering at this time in the day, but it was warm enough for you to just bring a light sweater and be fine.

After getting back from the show last night, the both of you had realized you hadn’t made actual plans for the next two days. So it had been determined, with a coin toss, that you would be in charge of today’s activities, and Adam was to plan tomorrow.

This morning you had slept in together, enjoying a lazy morning in bed with the TV. Adam had, courteously, kept his own hotel room booked for the days, but you were happy to wake up beside him, and told him as much.

Once the day had turned to afternoon, you went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for lunch. It was just shy of 4PM now, and you were finally heading out for the other activities you’d chosen. Which you were keeping secret from Adam.

Though, to be fair, he hadn’t told you what he planned for tomorrow.

Making sure you both had any needed items from the room, you went downstairs and out to the car. Adam, begrudgingly, let you drive. You had to give him points for thinking you’d let him and he could figure out the plans that way.

Las Vegas traffic was a bitch, even later on a Sunday. But you eventually arrived to your pre-planned destination. The same venue you’d had Ring of Honor shows at this weekend; Sam Town’s Live.

“…what?” Adam asked, his eyes scanning over the building. “We’ve been here for the last two nights. Why are we back?”

“How many times have we been here, like in total?” you responded, parking the car.

“I don’t know. Probably ten? Maybe?”

“And none of those times did any of us ever do any of the fun stuff that’s here,” you specified. “We’ve talked about it on plenty of occasions, just never did it.” The two of you got out of the vehicle, meeting at the trunk. “So, we’re gonna see a movie and get dinner and then I am so kicking your ass at bowling.”

“You are taking this ‘normal’ date plan very seriously,” Adam observed with a chuckle. You just grinned cheekily at him, took his hand, and made sure he was coming along with you into the building.

You found it was easier to just be you when it was only Adam. There was no worrying over what others thought or said or saw. There was little opportunity for your mind to go elsewhere. Adam was engaging, fun, entirely aware of you…you’d forgotten part of that somewhere along the way it seemed. But if you thought about it, it was what attracted you to him. Your friendship way back when had started with him because of these things.

Adam was beyond excited that you’d picked the movie Fist Fight to see. You giggled at his enthusiasm, and internally praised yourself for the choice. To be fair, it was also a movie you wanted to see.

It was about 6PM when you left the theater, still laughing and going over your favorite parts of the movie. You grabbed dinner at the in-building steakhouse, which was full of genuine catching up with one another; talk of each other’s families, Adam asking about your other job, you asking about his recent time in Japan, and his upcoming trip to England.

By the time you headed over to the bowling alley, a couple hours later, you were slightly tipsy. Not drunk, but feeling a bit looser.

The man working the counter was a big wrestling fan you found out. So after some talking, a couple autographs and pictures, he gave you what would essentially be free games for the night. After many assurances it wasn’t necessary, and then thanks, you headed over to get your bowling shoes.

“How come they haven’t made cuter shoes by now?”

“I don’t know,” Adam answered, picking up his pair from the counter.

“Like, this does not match my outfit, at all,” you disapproved.

“Well, that’s the joy of bowling, isn’t it? You get to wear stupid shoes and throw things at other things,” he detailed, as you finally reached your assigned lane.

“I do like throwing things,” you conceded almost dreamily, causing him to chuckle. Sitting down on one of the plastic benches, stowing your purse underneath, you took off your shoes and put on the tan and red shoes.

“Do I look good, or do I look good?” you asked jokingly, standing up and striking a dramatic pose to show off your temporary footwear.

“Sexiest you’ve ever looked,” Adam established.

The first two games went by quickly, leaving you each with one win. Jokes and trash talk were exchanged throughout. Adam attempted to distract you by sneaking up behind you, and you attempted to throw him off his game by teasingly pulling up your shirt a few inches.

“I will return with more drinks,” you decided, kissing his cheek, and standing up after the second game had ended, and the waitress circling around hadn’t been seen in a while.

“Alright,” Adam said, and you could feel his gaze on you as you walked away.

Making your way to the bar, you leaned your forearms against it, waiting for the bartender to notice you. She was currently filling a larger order, so you knew it would take a moment. In the interim, you let your eyes scan around, casually people watching. Vegas sure brought out an eclectic grouping of people; from families to couples to girls getting drunk together, to dudes trying to hit on those girls. It was an interesting mixture, and entertaining to observe.

“Who knew a Sunday night would be so busy?” Looking over, you found a man standing beside you. He was cute enough, in the conventional preppy-boy style; wearing a graphic tee and jeans. He had to be in his mid-20s you figured, around your age.

“Vegas never sleeps,” you replied.

“Can’t really blame it,” he stated. “It’s not for a lack of anything to do.”

“This is true,” you agreed, your eyes trying to catch that of the bartender’s.

“Are you here on vacation?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, I’m Nate,” he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you.”

“No name for you?”

“I’m a mystery,” you identified, your voice monotone. You could chit-chat with the best of them, if their intentions seemed innocent or sweet. But something in this man’s posture, presentation, told you he wasn’t either of these things. And that made him unwelcome to you.

“I bet I can figure you out,” Nate decreed, suggestively. You continued to stare at the bartender, in hopes she’d come over soon.

Thankfully, she did. You ordered another round of liquor for you and Adam, watching as she walked off to make the drinks.

“Didn’t take you for a vodka girl,” Nate commented.

“Eavesdropping is rude,” you highlighted.

“Feisty.” You had to work very hard to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes, and giving him a piece of your mind. “Don’t girls usually like their cute little mixed drinks?”

“Anyone can like a good mixed drink whenever they choose to,” you explained, your tone biting. “I don’t recall drink menus coming with gender assignments.”

“Hey.” Adam’s voice was music to your ears. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself, you had for years. But backup was always welcomed. Especially when you just weren’t in the mood to handle pushy men.

“Hi,” you turned you hip against the bar, allowing him to come to your side, an arm going around your waist. You didn’t miss that his kiss was a little bit more possessive than usual. You guessed he’d been watching you at the bar, and had read the situation the same way you had.

“Have you even ordered yet?” Adam inquired.

“Yes.”

“Good.” From the corner of your eye, you noticed the scowl on Nate’s face beside you. Adam turned his gaze to the man, and you could almost feel the cockiness, protectiveness, radiating from him. “Hey, man.”

“Hey,” the other reciprocated. “Busy night, huh?”

“Definitely,” Adam granted, his stare never leaving Nate’s. “But my girlfriend and I are having fun all the same.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his statement.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Nate, begrudgingly, said. “Well, keep enjoying your night.”

“You too,” Adam replied, before coming closer to the bar, turning himself enough to keep Nate from being able to fully see you. The bartender came back a moment later with your drinks, each of you picking up yours. You took a long drink from the glass.

“Girlfriend, huh?” you questioned, looking up at Adam. He appeared unfazed on the surface about your inquiry, but his eyes told a different story.

“Too far?”

“Just right,” you ensured, kissing him shortly, before walking away and back to the lane you had been assigned. Honestly, you were still trying to process through his sudden declaration and use of defined terms for what you were. While you appreciated it, liked it, you still hadn’t expected it. It did sound nice to hear. But was it too much? Too soon?

Not seconds later did you feel Adam’s hand on your hip, stopping you from punching in for your third game to start on the computer.

“Bren, I’m serious,” he stated, his voice close to your ear, as you set your drink down on the table. “I need you to tell me if that was too far.”

Apparently Insecure Adam was making another, rare, appearance. It would probably never cease to surprise you any time you heard worry or uncertainty in his tone. But you preferred this to Insolent Adam any day of the week.

“Do you regret saying it?”

“What? No.”

“Then…what’s the issue?” You turned yourself enough to face him. “You told me you weren’t messing around with me. And I’m clearly not looking to be with anyone else. So…what else would we call this? Friends with benefits?”

“…what benefits?”

“Don’t be an ass,” you demanded, causing the suggestive smirk to fall from his face after his ill-timed joked.

“Hey, Bren, you’re right,” Adam conceded gently. “I just…don’t want you to think I’m pushing you towards something you’re not ready for.”

“I’ve literally told my best friends to get fucked. I’m in Vegas alone with you. These are my choices,” you confirmed. “I know I haven’t been the best at being open about what I want and what’s in my head before. But I’m trying to be better. I’m trying to not second-guess and hesitate and worry. I’m trying to just do what feels right.”

“And this does?”

“Do you think I would be here if it didn’t?” you challenged.

“No.”

“So, then, boyfriend, can we get back to me kicking your ass at bowling?”

“We’re tied.”

“Not for long.”

Before you could turn back to the lane screen, Adam pulled you to him, kissing you. It wasn’t deep in the physical sense, but you knew it was meaningful. He needed you to feel, know, he meant this. There was now structure, titles, boundaries, instilled in your relationship. While part of you was still very nervous, the other part of you was thrilled. And you were trying your best to let the happy part overshadow anything else.

“My date today is gonna be so better than yours.”

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t decide what you wanted to be more offended by; the fact that he thought he had a better plan than you, or that he basically implied your date day had been bad.

“I’m just sayin’,” he shrugged, grinning over at you. You didn’t smile back.

“So yesterday sucked then?”

“What? No.”

“Then explain yourself.”

“I had fun yesterday, of course I did. I didn’t mean… I was just joking, Jesus,” he finally got out, looking entirely uncomfortable under your stare.

“Mmhmm,” you murmured, looking him up and down once, before turning to gaze out the cab’s window. You struggled to keep the smile from coming to your face as you felt him glancing over at you. Giving Adam a hard time was quickly becoming a new hobby for you. When he took your hand in his, lifting it to kiss the back of it, you broke and let out a giggle.

Your day had been another lazy one. Another lunch in the hotel. An afternoon nap. Some day-drinks in the hotel room.

Now that you found yourself driving away from the hotel, you already had a good idea that his plans for the night were far different than yours. The fact that he had told you to wear the short ruffled nude-gold dress and heels gave enough away to tell you that you wouldn’t be hanging at a bowling alley and bar tonight.

So when you pulled up to the Mirage hotel, you weren’t entirely shocked. But you were still very curious as to what you’d be doing here.

Adam was quick to take care of the cab and lead you in to the hotel. It was beautiful inside, you had to say; full of trees and different places to veer off to. You followed beside Adam into the hotel and along the side, arriving at a restaurant called Japonais. It was darker in atmosphere; mysterious, sexy, cool.

The hostess sat the two of you quickly, at a small table against the wall further inside. Within moments a waiter came over to welcome you, as well as take your drink order. You felt adventurous, trying one of their specialty cocktails, while Adam had settled on a Japanese beer.

Dinner was incredibly enjoyable. The food, specifically sushi, was amazing; the conversation flowing with ease. You and Adam spoke about your dreams for your careers, you worries about accomplishing these things. Hopes for your lives beyond wrestling; kids a desire for the both of you, along with a quiet suburban life.

You realized how many things you had known about him before, and how many you still had to learn.

Adam eventually informed you that you needed to leave to make the next event he had planned, which came sooner than you anticipated. Time had seemingly flown during dinner. Downing your third drink, he paid, before you headed back out in to the hotel. Walking with your arm tucked in to his, you eventually came upon a theater.

The words ‘The Beatles, Cirque Du Soleil’ read across the marquee.

“Adam, oh my god,” you gasped, taking in the large British flag projected on the ceiling above you.

“I figured you’d like this.”

“You should like it too,” you resolved, looking to him.

“It’s The Beatles. Who the hell doesn’t like The Beatles?”

“Fair,” you said with a giggle. Pulling him closer, you stood up straight to kiss him lightly a few times. “This is awesome. Thank you.”

“Anything to see you happy.” A blush came to your face almost instantly at his declaration. After giving your tickets, you made your way to your seats, to enjoy the show.

The show ended up being incredible. Every part of it amazed you. While you were fairly athletic as a wrestler, acrobats took the cake as far as flexibility and physical skill. You wished you could do many of the things they did. The music, the colors, the movements…it was absolutely breathtaking.

It ended far too soon in your opinion. You could have watched hours and hours more of it.

Adam guided you out of the theater, and back into the hotels’ atrium. He took you over to one of the bars, which was surrounded by palm trees and other bits of outdoorsy-décor. Sitting at a table, a waiter came over and took your drink orders.

You gushed to Adam about the show over drinks, how much you had enjoyed the entire experience, the entire night to be honest. Conversation changed to other topics; other bands you loved, concerts you’d been to, concerts you wanted to go to. Drinks continued to come, as topics in your talks changed to movies and friends and places you wanted to travel to.

A loud collection of people broke your concentration on one another as they made their way in to the bar just shy of midnight. Based on the short white dress, and the sloppy way a man hung on her, kissing her, you had one guess as to what had happened.

“I can’t believe people actually do that,” you commented, watching the couple giddily ordering drinks at the bar with their friends, some of their loud voices commenting on the ‘crazy wedding’ that had just occurred.

“To each their own,” Adam shrugged, looking amused at the drunken party of people. “How come you and Evan never got married?”

“Didn’t get around to it,” you replied, taking a strong drink from your glass, as he faced you again. The mention of your former love, surprisingly, didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. “We didn’t want it to be all crazy and stressful, more than it had to be anyways. So we were just waiting for, I guess, my life and career to settle a bit. It never mattered to us though. I called him my husband more often than not.”

“You guys were engaged for a while….”

“Almost three years,” you clarified. “We waited until he was done with college for that part. But like I said, it just wasn’t a huge thing for us that we felt we had to do. We were together, everything was good as it was. Words and titles and legalities weren’t important then.”

“I genuinely didn’t know you guys weren’t married more than once,” Adam stated, causing a bittersweet grin to come to your face.

“A lot of people didn’t; still don’t probably. It just got easier to tell people we were than explain what we actually were. I mean, I didn’t even wear my ring a lot because I was always afraid of losing it on the road.”

“You do lose things, a lot.”

“So much,” you admitted, with a laugh. “Ya know, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to talk about exes on dates.”

“…we’re really shitty at this.”

“The worst,” you grinned, and after a pause, spoke again. “So, Kelsey….”

“Ha, fucking, ha,” Adam muttered, taking his own long drink from his glass.

“Kidding!” You smiled widely at him, causing him to give you a fake, short smirk of his own, before a genuine smile came to his lips. The conversation fell off for a minute, as you each sipped more at your drinks. While it had been easy to talk about Evan, and joke about Adam’s past relationship, you knew that it also brought up feelings for both of you. Things that didn’t really need to be relevant right now. Things that shouldn’t be bothered with at this time.

“So, good couple days?”

“Great couple days,” you corrected, grateful for the subject change. “I needed this. We needed this.”

“Yea,” Adam agreed, his eyes catching yours. “I’m not ready for it to end, honestly.”

“We’ve still got tonight…and the morning,” you replied, biting at your lip. You knew your statement held promise, suggestion.

It was intentional.

“Let me know when you’re ready to head back,” he offered, his tone equally indicative of more to come.

“After this drink?”

“Sounds good.”

There was a solid chance you put some hurry into finishing your liquor. After closing out the tab, Adam tucked you into his side, heading out front to get a cab. Throughout the ride back to your hotel, you stayed against his side, your hand resting on his thigh.

Heading up to your room seemed to take longer than you wanted.

As soon as the door was closed, you had your shoes off, kicked somewhere against the wall. You reached behind yourself, sloppily tugging at the zipper on your dress.

“Help me,” you pouted, looking over your shoulder at Adam, who was slowly making his way in to the room, observing you. After toeing off his shoes, he eventually came to you, his hands gently pulling down the zipper, exposing your back to him.

Turning towards him, you immediately put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him into a strong kiss. Adam seemed to take a second to take stock of the situation, before his hands rested against your hips, pulling you flush against him.

It was barely moments before the kiss turned to tongue and teeth, emotion and urgency flowing between the two of you.

“Bren….” Your name was practically a breath from him as he parted slightly from you.

“Adam, don’t,” you requested, your hands slowly sliding down his shoulders, his torso, stopping as they met the waistband of his pants. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t do this. You have to know that by now.”

“…I do,” he assured. “I just….”

“Don’t turn in to a gentleman now,” you smirked.

“I will always be that way to you,” Adam affirmed, his seriousness catching you off guard.

“…I know,” you recovered. “Which is why I’m confident in this. I trust you. I’m safe with you, right?”

“Always.”

“Then kiss me. And get this dress off of me,” you declared, your fingers curling into his belt, pulling him further into you. “Trust me when I say I want this.”

Instead of replying, Adam placed his mouth against yours. You had enough sense about you to reciprocate the action, your mouths opening quickly, tongues meeting the others. You felt his hands move up to the straps of your dress, pushing them down your arms, letting the material fall down your body.

Trying to keep things equal, you had your hands working open his belt within a moment, unbuttoning his pants, causing them to hang loosely on his hips. You let go of him, and moved your arms out of your dress, the clothing bunching at your hips. Adam moved his hands to continue pushing your dress down, as you put your hands so they cradled his jaw, pressing his lips closer into yours. You barely acknowledged the feeling of your dress falling to your feet, but you stepped out of it all the same, leaving you in just your lingerie.

While his mouth traveled down your cheek to your neck, you worked at unbuttoning his shirt. It seemed to happen far faster than you could comprehend; he slid out of his shirt, you got off your bra, he moved you so the back of your legs met the bed. He made sure you were eventually on your back, your feet just dangling over the edge of the mattress. Adam was above you quickly, his lips working smoothly down your chest, to your stomach.

When his kisses made it below your belly button, you stopped him, with a hand to his head gently, your stomach flexing tightly.

“…don’t,” you murmured, causing his eyes to come up and meet yours, his breath hot against your skin. “Don’t.”

“Sweetheart….”

“I just want you right now.”

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you guided Adam back up to meet you in a kiss. Gliding your hands down as far as you could, you pushed at his pants that were still hanging on to his body. He lifted himself from the bed, finishing what you started, leaving himself naked. Reaching towards you, he gently pulled at your panties, sliding them down your legs, leaving you equally exposed.

Your breath caught as you realized the situation. This had gotten really real. And as much as you wanted this, you couldn’t help but feel a miniscule amount of hesitance. This was a significant step, for you personally, and for the both of you in this relationship.

“Hey,” Adam got your attention, sensing your mood as he settled himself above you, causing your eyes to go to his. “It’s me, Bren.”

“That’s the issue,” you chuckled humorlessly. “How the fuck did you get so into my head?”

“Because I wanted to,” Adam stated. “But mostly because you let me.”

With that, and a high-pressured kiss, you felt him finally slide his way into you. It had been over a year now since you’d last had sex, and your body was certainly reminding your brain of that as he entered you. You knew the alcohol was dulling some of your feelings, but you were highly aware all the same.

What you knew, above it all, was that you did want this. And really, really liked this. Adam had the good grace to pause a moment, but when you let out a breath, he stopped being still. He felt really good moving within you, and when he put his thumb on your clit, you immediately arched up in to him, a moan bubbling up your throat.

“Shit,” you hummed, your nails involuntarily biting in to the skin of his shoulder.

“Yea?”

“Yes,” you gasped, screwing your eyes shut, as he increased the movement of his thumb. His lips found your neck again as you met him thrust for thrust.

You never wanted to forget what this felt like. You felt warm, tingly, all over; pleasantly taut physically but relaxed emotionally. Adam’s mouth on you, hands on you, body on you…you felt wanted, safe, cherished.

God, he was good.

“Bren…” his voice was broken, lust-loaded, as he came back up to kiss you deeply.

“Adam,” you practically whimpered.

“I got you, gorgeous,” he comforted, pushing in deeper somehow.

It was minutes later you felt your core tightening, as your hips pushed up firmly against his. Adam finished not too long after.

After each of you caught your breath, Adam moved himself to your side, your shoulders pressed against each other’s. Your heart was still beating fast, and you still felt small tingles trickling through your body. Adam seemed equally effected still beside you.

“Fuck,” you realized, breaking the silence. “I totally just put out after only the second date.”

“Slut.”

“Right back atcha,” you asserted. Adam laughed, turning his head, to which you moved your own, meeting his eyes.

“You were right; we’re shit at this.”

“At least we’re in it together?”

“Exactly,” he concurred. You couldn’t help but giggle, as a smile formed on Adam’s face. He moved closer, kissing you gently, before pulling you into his side, your head going to his chest.

This had been a busy two days. A lot have been done, a lot of been discussed, and a lot had changed. You were in a relationship. With a really good person. In spite of all the changes and what such things usually did to you, you felt calm. Content. Happy. You didn’t feel questioning and panicky like you tended to do.

This felt…right.

You never wanted to leave the bubble you’d made in Vegas with Adam.

I never saw it happening. I’d given up and given in. I just couldn’t take the hurt again - What a feeling. I didn’t have the strength to fight. Suddenly, you seemed so right. Me and you - What a feeling. What a feeling in my soul - Love burns brighter than sunshine. It’s brighter than sunshine.

Let the rain fall, I don’t care. I’m yours, and suddenly you’re mine. Suddenly, you’re mine.

UPDATE: Chapter Twelve is up.

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