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neshabeingchildish · 5 years

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Happy Pranksgiving

So, this went a little differently once I started typing it out than it was going when it jumped into my mind, but @chenoahchantel told me to share it. So, if it’s bad, she the one who said y’all needed to be subjected to it. It’s corny, but it’s here.

@kiddangers

Charlotte was not looking forward to the holiday season. Well… that wasn't exactly true. She loved the holiday season, but with that meant that her beloved husband and eldest son would be engaged in their favorite year round pastime, but tenfold… pranking for Christmas.

Here's where the problem started… Max loved pranks and was very good at them. At an early age, he determined that he'd teach his kids to be pranksters too. His family was never on board for his habits, so Charlotte supported the goal, but stipulated that they needed to be child level, better yet, age appropriate and comprehension based pranks… SO OF COURSE, they would have a genius kid who could at times go toe to toe with his old man in the pranking world.

But, it got out of hand. Maximilian, MiniMax, would pull pranks that went totally against Charlotte's stipulation and between the ages of 6 and 9, it was virtually nonstop with her Maxi boys. From the time he was about 6 until now (he's 16) they had prank wars, while the other children shied away from it for fear of being super pranked by their big brother. Little did they know, MiniMax wasn't interested in pranking them. He sought out worthy prey. When he was 9, he scared Charlotte right into labor with twins she had been carrying and almost injured her.

Max was ready to ban in home pranking. His wife and two of his little ones might have been harmed simply because he let this shared love between himself and his kid go a bit too far. But, Charlotte wouldn't let him ban it completely. That would make two dudes she loved very much very unhappy. What she stipulated this time was that they only pranked each other during the Christmas holidays. And so, a tradition was born.

Each year, they would get more into it. Sometimes MiniMax would induct one or more of 3 of his 4 younger siblings. Sometimes, they were Team Dad. But, they were learning as time went on and had declared at Thanksgiving that the 3 of them planned to enter their own prank into this year's wars. Max was so proud! Charlotte? Terrified.

The baby had just turned 2 in October. Now, she had a 16 year old who called himself “Prank Savage” vs his adult father “Prank Savant,” and now her 10 year old daughter and 7 year old twins wanted to be involved? Suddenly?

“Are you good to make sure that things don’t get out of hand?” Max wondered.

Charlotte assessed her surroundings. There was a 2 year old girl on her teet. She had teeth and was being weaned off, but not yet off. But, she could multitask, so she was waving a book around and kept hitting Charlotte upside the head with it while she was helping the twins with a project that looked like it could become unstable at any moment. MiniMax was rushing through the house, gathering things and giving himself a motivational speech and she was receiving an incoming, work related call. “I can’t make any promises,” she said. “Why don’t YOU make sure that things don’t get out of hand?”

“The kids will accuse me of cheating!” He said, wondering how that was not obvious.

So, that was that. She would HAVE to be the person to try to make sure that it didn’t “get out of hand.” If you asked her, these pranks had BEEN out of hand and were, every single year. Last year, MiniMax had set the entire neighborhood’s sprinklers to pour out his own concoction of insta snow whenever Max went to plug in their yard decorations. Everyone’s yard on the block was flooded with this fake snow EXCEPT for theirs and people came over to give Max a piece of their minds about it.

Max smiled proudly at MiniMax and said, “The pupil surpasses his master.”

“Have I WON Pranksgiving?” MiniMax asked.

“I think I have no choice but to concede this Pranksgiving to you, Son.”

“YES!!!” He cheered.

“What the hell are you people talking about?” The neighbors wondered.

“Oh. And MiniMax? You’re on fix it detail for these people’s stuff.”

“It’s biodegradable. A few days it’ll break down and make your yards look LUSH!” He gave them an OK finger gesture. Then turned to his dad and reminded him, “And as per Pranksgiving earnings, you’re to call me The Maxter.” He patted his father on the chest and moved on with his day.

Max vowed that this year, he would not be calling his own son The Maxter. He was gonna put MiniMax back in his place. But now, other challengers were here. He and MiniMax didn’t usually play fair in this.

At Midnight, every Black Friday, they both went into beast mode. Pranksgiving was their Christmas. They didn’t even seem to be taking the younger trio seriously and Charlotte was a little bit salty about it, to be perfectly honest.

“What do you kids have in mind for your Pranksgiving?” She wondered. The twins began to speak in their unique twin language, not knowing that she could pick it up sometimes (they’d find out eventually and somehow switch to another secret language. What an adventure that will be for her! But, for right now, they made a decision).

“You hate the pranks, so we know that you aren’t a spy. So, we’ll tell you, BUT, MiniMax is ALWAYS listening for signs or clues to stay ahead of DadMax..” He could just call him Dad… “So,” he glanced around and began to try to use sign language. Charlotte didn’t know a lot of sign language and whenever the twins not only learned it but taught their older sister, she figured out the basics. Nobody was deaf, but it was a good skill. Their kids often learned things just because they didn’t know them before.

“Okay… That all seems good. I did have a few cracks, but I think I might be able to fill them in. You three need any help with it all?”

“I’m glad that you asked. We seem to be supremely low on the funds for this,” the 10 year old, Phoenix, announced. She smiled brightly, looking just like her dad, but slightly browner and with chubbier cheeks.

Charlotte said, “Make me a list and I’ll see what I can do.”

The trio did several mini pranks, amateur hour really, and Max and MiniMax would try to cheer for them and tell them that those were all great. The twins would complain in their twin language afterwards and MiniMax would always tell them that whenever he was their age, he wasn’t the Maxter either. “Keep workin’ at it. You’ll come up with something great!”

Phoenix folded her arms and said, “Don’t condescend them.”

“Condescend to,” he corrected her and booped her on the nose. She turned red, but forced a smile. “Great job, Fearless leader.” He walked off and she was livid.

“Does he think you’re in charge of this prank mission?” Maxavier asked.

“Surely, he said that in jest, because she’s currently the least intelligent of all of us,” Maxwell said.

Phoenix threw him a look, “He probably said it so that you two could say stuff like that and I could clobber you before we prank them real good!” She stormed off. “Stupid Maxmen!” She went to go see her mom and sister. “Mom… Why wasn’t I named a Max? Did you already know that I wouldn’t be as… great as any of the others?”

“What? You’re awesome. You live with a house FULL of… very unusual boys and basically a crazy man child. Your dad is sweet, but Pranksgiving time is my yearly consideration to quit my wife job,” she joked. Phoenix was sad, though. “Phoenix… We named you after your aunt Phoebe and your dad. He always wanted his first daughter’s name to be hers, but I made him compromise, since he wanted every one of his sons to be a variant of a name that could be shortened to Max. If you want to look at a nonsense name, look no further than MAXAVIER, which I had to haggle him down to from MAXKAVELLI!”

“I’m so surprised that he didn’t try Maxson.”

“He did. I hated it a little more than Maxavier.” She laughed. “You don’t lack greatness, Love. The Maxes are just always trying to prove themselves to their big Max, and well… You’ve always been more independent.”

“Why didn’t you want me to be a Phoebe?”

“Because, there’s already a Phoebe Thunderman and I didn’t want my legacy to be named after her completely. But, Phoenix has Phoe and an X, and the Phoenix is an inspirational creature. That’s why I decorated your nursery the way that I did. You’ll leave your mark on the world, whether or not your brothers realize it.”

“Mom… could you help me with something? I have an idea, but… I don’t know… It’s sneaky and risky. It might hurt the twins, but they think I’m too stupid to give them my ideas.”

“I will support anything that uplifts you, and I’ll handle the boys, too.” Charlotte winked at her.

So it happened. Max was working pretty nonchalantly on his pranking scheme. MiniMax was far more diligent about his. The twins had been “pestering” the two of them with various tricks along the way, and Charlotte was able to speak to the twins about how they made their sister feel with their comments and how to be more accepting of her as sort of a black sheep in the family. (That was one of the ways that Max and Phoenix bonded), but she knew that whatever stories he told of how he didn't fit in with his family for a long time too… It couldn't be like how she felt to be the only person in their home who was… mediocre.

Even baby sis, Charbonnet, was manifesting powers, so if the baby wasn't a genius, she'd still have more to work with than Nix. At LEAST her dad had that in common with his family as a child. She. Had. Nothing. But his face.

When all was said and done, the twins had been briefed by Charlotte and they didn't think it would work, but one thing was sure.. they'd like to see it.

Max and MiniMax were each in their lairs, ready to execute their pranks. Once a winner was crowned, the family could go back to their holiday celebrations. Max really wanted Charlotte's gingerbread village and family fudge and she wasn't gonna have the peace of mind to make any if they were carrying on… Phoenix came running into his lair, panicked and shaking, "Dad! You have to come out here, QUICK!"

He rushed out behind her and whenever they got outside, there were picketers and police coming to their house.

"What is happening?" He wondered.

"Maximus Thunderman?" One of the officers said.

"Yes?"

"We have numerous complaints against you and one Maximilian Thunderman for…" She began to read every single prank that he and MiniMax played that affected neighbors or outsiders in some way from like the last five years or so and Max realized that these people were the ones affected.

"Okay. Okay. Well, I'm sure we can sort it all out…" Max began as Charlotte drove into their driveway with MiniMax and Bonbon in the SUV with her.

"That's him!" Someone in the crowd said. MiniMax got out and was getting the toddler out of her seat when the crowd got a little rambunctious for the cop. Max got… worried. The twins were cradled closely against their older sis, MiniMax had BonBon in his arms and hesitantly followed Charlotte to where Max was facing the angry mob.

"Max?" Charlotte said.

"I've got it, My Everything. Will you take the kids inside?" Max asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the younger trio. "Kids?"

"These people are here for MiniMax," the twins said in unison.

"I'll handle this," Max said, but he looked terrified. Charlotte felt uneasy. This was becoming too much. She loved him. She gave the trio a look, a signaling look as Max tried to speak calmly with the officer about making sure that things won't get out of hand, but that his son was only 16 and while some of his pranks may have been a bother, they were hardly ILLEGAL…

"Dad…" Phoenix said and pointed at the crowd.

He looked up at them, ready to defend his family if he had to. But, instead, he saw them tearing away their tops to reveal various red, gold, yellow shirts, all with an image of a phoenix on them and their formation made a red circle with a golden letter "P" in the center. "What's happening?" Max asked, hands still lifted defensively.

"Nix has something to say," Charlotte said.

"Happy Pranksgiving, Dad."

Max furrowed his eyebrows and the pocket signs were turned around to reveal what looked like a campaign photo of Phoenix, with a funny warlike face and the slogan, "You've just been NIXED."

MiniMax's lip dropped and he looked at Charlotte. "You helped her?"

"I encouraged her," she corrected. He handed the baby to her and approached Phoenix. She was ready for some kind of declaration that she couldn't have possibly done this without Mom and general negativity,but he smirked, shook his head, very impressed and said, "You may be the Master this year… But now I know to be more careful around you."

"Yeah, but you don't have an entire community willing to help you out because your brother has been so insufferable," she said, smiling.

He looked at the crowd. "Oh my God, she's right. Her pranks… ANYBODY could be in on them!" He quickly rushed inside to redirect this year's prank for next year, with stipulations applied from this new discovery.

Charlotte and the twins began to hand out the thank you bags the trio prepared for the crowd and Max finally exhaled. "Nix… I'm so proud of you!" He cheered. She smiled. "I am also terrified. I'm retiring from Pranksgiving. This is between you and your brothers now." He took a deep breath. "I thought those people might harm us," he admitted.

"Well… Mommy said that as long as nobody got hurt, a little fear goes a long way in prank wars. She went into labor once. I think you'll pull through."

They both laughed and he wrapped an arm around her. "How'd you arrange this?"

"I went door to door and asked, "Would you like the chance to be a part of something that gets the Maxes back for their holiday shenanigans?" And everyone said yes and made me listen to everything the pranks have done to them. Hours of that for the satisfaction of beating MiniMax was worth it, though. The twins were on logistics. Mom was on 'making sure this doesn't get out of hand,' because I wanted MiniMax in cuffs, but she insisted that would both traumatize a child of color and quite possibly make you seriously injure an officer of the law." She rolled her eyes. "But.. I used my own talents. I used just what I have and I beat you all." She smiled brightly. "I'm not as average as I thought before."

"You never were," he said.

Charlotte was grateful to have the pranks settled for another year. Now, she could focus on all the corny stuff that the kids teased her for, but simultaneously lived for. And also some special time with her Santa Baby. "You're amazing, you know that? You saw that Nix was sad about being underestimated and you helped her to gain a victory."

"I swear, all I did was tell the twins that I believed in her idea and tell her to go for it. It was basic parenting. Girl just takes after her dad… at least in the non-scientific ways." She kissed him on the chin. "Makes her so lovable." He smiled. "I DID see myself in her for the first time in a while… when she was venting. I remember being surrounded by boys who didn't seem to notice my value either. And, one of the things I never wanted was to raise sons like that. They could all use a little lesson in seeing her worth."

"You are so hot when you're an awesome mom to our kids."

"You kidding? You defending this family in the face of an angry mob today almost got us another child."

"Night's still young."

"So is the previous kid!" She laughed and he pulled her close and kissed her.

"Thank you for putting up with another Pranksgiving."

"It was worth it to see her light up."

#Thunderbolt #Max Thunderman #Charlotte Page Bolton #henry danger #the thundermans #crossover #oneshot #Nesha Oneshots

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sheliesshattered · 4 years

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Fic meme

I was tagged by @primarybufferpanel -- thank you darling, this was a ton of fun to do!

This got a bit long, so I’ll put the people I’m tagging here at the top: @claraaoswald, @ambitious-witch, @someillplanetreigns, and @junoinferno, if you feel like playing!

My AO3, my old non-updating fanfiction.net

Fandoms I’ve made fanworks for: Oh lord. I’m only going to count fanfiction that has actually been posted, but if I tried to count up every fandom that I’d started writing for and left unfinished fragments languishing on various harddrives and googledocs over the years, it’d be at least double this list. I have two pseuds on AO3, with the fics roughly organized by fandoms that I post about on this Tumblr account (sheliesshattered) and fandoms that pre-date my time on Tumblr that I don’t post about very much (glasscannon). Putting all the fandoms together in one alphabetized list:

Black Sails - 5 Doctor Who - 8 Firefly/Serenity - 1 Game of Thrones - 1 The Hobbit - 1 The Hunger Games - 1 Iron Man - 2 Law & Order: Criminal Intent - 1 Mad Max - 2 Once Upon A Time - 1 Poldark - 3 Star Wars - 3 Twilight - 7 The West Wing - 1

Number of fics: 38, including a big unfinished epic that I never moved over from ff.n, and don’t plan to unless I finish it someday.

Fics I spent more time on: I’m not even quite sure how to measure this. I’m a slow writer, and a single story can easily hold my attention for years at a time, or be something I return to when there isn’t a newer fandom temporarily consuming me. I don’t tend to keep track of how many hours I put into a fanfic, though. The unfinished epic I mentioned is probably near the top of that list, and was a huge part of my life from 2009 to 2013. Other contenders would be the All Hands series (written with PBP!), and Truth Universally Acknowledged, particularly if you include all the massive world-building that went into that one.

But really probably the one I’ve poured the most hours into, between research and writing, is a Doctor Who epic that hasn’t yet seen the light of day, called Home The Long Way ‘Round. Because I have such a habit of starting long stories and then not finishing them, I’m making myself get that one completely done before I post any of it to AO3, so I don’t have anything to show for it yet, but I’ve put a ton of time into it over the last five years or so. Hopefully someday I’ll actually get to share it. :)

Fics I spent less time on: Like I said, I’m a very slow writer, so any time I can turn out a story in a matter of days I’m just absolutely shocked. I wrote The Message over the course of about 24 hours, which is probably the fastest I’ve ever finished anything in my life ever, lol.

Longest fic: The All Hands series is sitting at 126,800 words, and PBP and I have more finished for it that we’re hoping to post soon-ish. The unfinished epic made it to almost 119,000 words before I ran out of steam. Truth Universally Acknowledged racked up about 54,000 words before my co-writer and I took a break from it, and probably triple that in world-building bibles and timelines, etc. On the works-in-progress side of things, Home The Long Way ‘Round is sitting at about 40,000 words currently and only about a third of the way done, and the For As Long As We Get series is at 21,000 words between what I’ve posted and what I’m still working on, and will definitely continue to grow.

Shortest story: 10 Seconds, at 208 words. Also one of the very first fanfics I ever finished and posted online.

Most hits: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by like a factor of 20 vs anything else I have on AO3. It’s the only time I’ve written for the main pairing in an active fandom (tho my purview in the co-writing was more on the secondary pairing), and that translated to a stupidly large number of hits. Fanfiction.net doesn’t count hits the same way, but the unfinished epic is sitting at about 3500 favs.

Most kudos: Setting The Stuns’ls, the first in the All Hands series -- which is SHOCKING considering that’s a tiny rowboat of a fandom, for a non-canon background pairing that has literally about 30 seconds of shared screentime, and the two romantic leads don’t so much as kiss over the course of 94,000 words (longing looks, significant hand-touches, mutual pining, definitely, but kissing, not so much).

Most bookmarks: Truth Universally Acknowledged, by a long shot.

Fic you want to rewrite or expand: I don’t tend to edit a story once it’s been posted, beyond correcting a typo or adding a missed word. Once it’s published, it’s finished and I don’t change it significantly. I do have quite a few (so, so many) unfinished stories that I would love to finish up at some point.

Total words combined: Counting only published fics, including the unfinished epic (and a companion piece for it) that lives only on ff.n, I’m currently at 376,542 words total.

Fav fic you wrote: How can you make me choose between my children like this, honestly?? Siiiigh. I’m with PBP, whatever I’m working on currently is usually my favorite. I’m having a ton of fun with For As Long As We Get, and can’t wait to publish the next part of that, hopefully sometime this month. I’m incredibly proud of All Hands, and that occupied such a specific time in my life that I’ll always think of it fondly. I’m exceptionally happy with the character voices and use of language in both Breathe Again and Upon This Rock Will I Break Myself, Until It Shows Me Your Beloved Face, and tend to feel like they don’t get enough love vs how much I love them. But my one true favorite is and will always be Home The Long Way ‘Round, and hopefully I’ll actually be able to finish it and post it someday.

Share a bit of your WIP or idea if you have anything planned: Again, how can I possibly choose just one?? Even just within the Doctor Who fandom, I currently have more than half a dozen stories actively in progress. But since I’ve talked it up so much without being able to link to it at all, and just declared it my all-time fav, I’m going to break one of my own rules and post the whole first chapter (eek!) of Home The Long Way ‘Round behind a read more:

Chapter 1: Orange Dreams

The sound of the wind is whispering in your head Can you feel it coming back? Through the warmth, through the cold, keep running ‘til we’re there. We're coming home now, we’re coming home now. —Home, Dotan

The winds shrieked and howled around her. Clara had never been in a tornado, but she imagined it would feel like this to stand in the eye of one. She could see gusts lifting the tops off the sand dunes in shimmering ribbons, gold against the orange sky. The waves of airborne sand dissipated a few feet from her, leaving only a jagged grittiness in the air.

A woman with long blonde hair was yelling at her, her words ripped away by the wind.

“Tell me again!” Clara called back to her. “Tell me how to find home!”

“It’s just physics!” the other woman shouted, taking a step closer; they were nearly the same height. “No information can ever be lost! Start from zero, and run the math! We’ll be waiting on the other end of that equation!”

There was something Clara desperately wanted to tell this woman who looked at her with kindness behind the steel of her eyes, but in that moment, the words wouldn’t come.

“Look!” someone yelled behind Clara, and though she didn’t want to take her eyes off her, she instinctively looked up, following the line of the other person’s arm up into the gathering storm-whipped dusk. There, silhouetted against the last of the light, was the unmistakable blue boxy shape of the Doctor’s TARDIS, spinning quickly as it flew away—

Clara jerked awake, her heart hammering against her ribs, already sitting up and pulling off her sleep mask before she realised what had woken her was the sound of the TARDIS materialising in the sitting room of her flat. She took a moment to catch her breath, trying to hold onto the details of the dream. In the other room, the TARDIS’s familiar wheezing and groaning came to a stop with a soft thud, followed by the squeak of the door.

“Doctor?” Clara called, not bothering to hide the sleep nor the annoyance in her voice.

He poked his head around her bedroom doorframe, grey hair awry and his most innocent expression plastered on — which meant he knew he was waking her and felt at least marginally bad about it. “Hello, Clara. It’s Wednesday,” he said pleasantly, by way of explanation.

“Is it?” she asked, deadpan.

“Technically.”

“You do know that I have to work today, don’t you?”

“Not for another six hours. So come on, up-and-at-‘em, plenty of time to go out and save the universe and still be back in time for your morning coffee. I’ve an adventure that simply won’t keep, so come on!”

His excitement was infectious, as he must have known it would be, but Clara clung to her annoyance a little longer, mostly for show. “You have a time machine: everything can keep,” she replied, but waved him off before he could launch into a lecture on all the ways that statement was false, at least from a temporal physics standpoint. He lectured anyway, hovering outside her bedroom door as she dressed, though Clara expected it was mostly to keep himself from pacing in anticipation. She followed more than half of it, and worried a bit over how often she let him babble on about the minutiae of time travel these days.

By the time the universe had been set to rights — or at least one small blue world, home to a race of sentient seahorses, that had been facing imminent extinction in the form of a rogue exoplanet — she had nearly forgotten her unsettling, vivid dream.

Given the recent events on Skaro, Clara was unsurprised when bits of her experiences there began to filter into her dreams. Truthfully, she had expected to dream of it more often than she did, but in the weeks that followed, more nights than not her sleeping mind instead conjured up the strange orange landscape. She revisited that screaming sandstorm so often it became almost comforting, and before long, other dreams joined it.

Clara was leaned against a railing on a high balcony, overlooking a large city coming alight as dusk crept on, a rusty sunset that stretched the width of the horizon bathing the world in amber. The woman with the serious eyes and long, straight blonde hair stood beside her, in the middle of a conversation, as happened so frequently in dreams.

“Alright, but what about the last stage?” Clara asked, elbows resting next to hers on the railing. “That bit depends on us actively doing something, and you know we can’t rely on my knowledge. I can’t take any of the engineering or navigation with me, so it’ll be down to him.”

“And he loves a good puzzle,” the other woman said confidently, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a twitch of her head. “He’ll want to find us. He’ll figure it out.”

“Before I die of old age? Are you sure? My mother was one of his professors at the Academy, I’ve seen his test scores. I think we need a fail-safe.”

“He did graduate,” she pointed out reasonably.

“He passed his exams with a fifty-one percent on his second attempt! No, we can’t assume he’ll have all the baseline information to even consider such a solution, much less actually accomplish the maths. We have to find some way to hide it with me,” Clara said. “Or in his TARDIS.”

The woman was silent for a long moment, her mouth set in a thoughtful line. On the distant horizon, the sun had finished its slow descent, but below them the city was coming to life, the light not so much fading as changing sources, becoming ever so slightly more golden.

“By that point in the timeline,” the blonde woman said, speaking slowly, still thinking it through, “you’ll have been exposed to his timestream and to the crack in the universe, so some of your memories will probably start leaking through. If we structure the extraction the right way, we might be able to embed a particular thought or moment into your consciousness before you go into the Schism.”

“What’d you have in mind?” Clara asked, turning her head to look at her.

“This conversation?” she suggested, laughing, her broad smile transforming her face. “No, a phrase would be cleaner, I think.”

“‘Run the math, you idiot boy’?” Clara suggested, also giggling.

“Oh yes, that’d go over well! No, if you want him to do something, call him clever. Works every time!” she laughed, leaning her shoulder into Clara’s.

“The horrid thing is that I know the temporal physics for this is part of my mother’s coursework,” Clara groaned. “If he hadn’t slept through so many of her classes, this would be a non-issue!”

“Ah, but a Doctor who was always responsible? What a boring universe that would be!”

Above them, the stars were beginning to come out, though the glare of the city obscured them. Through the haze of the dream, Clara couldn’t find any constellations she recognised. “You don’t have to tell me,” she said. “I was the one who helped him steal that box in the first place.”

“And if he could take half a moment to remember that,” the blonde woman said seriously, “he might realise the role of his TARDIS in all of this, and start to think of the solution that way.”

“‘Run the math, you—”

“Clever.”

“—boy, and remember when you met me’?”

The other woman nodded, considering. “That could do it. Your chronodeterminate conjugation won’t work until you come into contact with at least a little regeneration energy. Assuming you choose regeneration on Trenzalore, it might start kicking in then, in plenty of time for the last stage.”

“Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me,” Clara whispered up to the distant stars, cradling her chin on her arms against the railing.

The woman mimicked her position, the golden light of the city and the silver light of the stars catching in her long pale hair. “It’s just physics,” she murmured back. “Start from zero and run the math. I’ll be waiting at the other end of that equation. We’ll all be waiting.”

As unsettling as they were, at least the orange-tinged dreams were better than nightmares of Daleks, of being locked in the Dalek casing, unable to convince the Doctor that it was her, it was her, she wasn’t a Dalek, she wasn’t a Dalek! Dreams of the Doctor peering at her down an eyestock, this face or the last, or any of the others buried deep in her subconscious, hearing her but not knowing her, seeing her but not saving her.

Clara grasped for that orange sky, let it carry her away in bronze sandstorms, golden cities slowly coming to life, and starlight caught in tawny hair.

Monday morning third period found her Year 10 students taking an essay exam while Clara doodled on a scrap piece of paper, trying to pull images and phrases out of the orange haze that had taken up residence in her slumbering hours since Skaro. There were bits that tugged at her memory, like a song she couldn’t quite place but whose tune was intensely familiar.

She’d written Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me across the top of the page, and her eyes strayed to it every few seconds. The phrase had stayed with her after she woke, and had been on the tip of her tongue ever since, as though it was a message she was meant to deliver. Below it she’d rewritten the phrase, but crossed out six words: Run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me.

It was too close for comfort to the phrase that had, in retrospect, changed her life, sent her on her current course. The Maitlands’ mnemonic for their wifi password, which she’d said out loud during that first phone conversation with the Doctor, had caught his attention somehow, and it wasn’t until she jumped into his timestream that she understood. It was the last thing she’d said to him before sacrificing herself to save him. Every fragment of her scattered through his timestream had said it to him at some point as well, the words reverberating endlessly up and down his timeline.

Why her dreams would dredge it up now, and in such a strange context, Clara had no idea. They didn’t feel like random images, but more like memory-dreams, like the bits of echo lives that filtered through to her sleeping mind from time to time. It had to mean something.

Half way down the scrap paper she’d written: It’s just physics. Start from zero and run the math. Below this was the very helpful ??? and Clara idly traced over the question marks again. Physics was still a foreign language to her, despite how much the Doctor prattled on about it at times. She could bring this to him, she mused, but what was it, really? Her subconscious doing backflips in the wake of Skaro, that was all. No grand mystery to solve, no universe-altering secret code, just her. She wouldn’t bother the Doctor with this quite yet.

Besides, she was certain she could tease this apart on her own, follow the clues to their logical conclusion without his assistance. The dreams were insistent, and felt familiar, but Clara was sure she’d never dreamed of the blonde woman and the orange sky prior to Skaro. That was the next clue, then, and she jotted it down on her scrap paper. Something had changed after Skaro, something that caused her subconscious mind to dredge up these particular buried memories.

She needed more information. Dreams about her echo lives were always stronger when she was aboard the TARDIS travelling in the Vortex, sharper and easier to remember. Maybe these orange dreams would be, too. And maybe the TARDIS itself would have some answers for her.

Of course, she didn’t sleep aboard the TARDIS very often, with her insistence on returning home for a week of Real Life in between their Wednesday trips. But the Doctor was never adverse to her sticking around longer than she’d planned, and in the end it didn’t take much to convince him:

“I’ve a staff meeting at work that I’m dreading,” Clara told him on that next Wednesday, when they returned to the TARDIS after their latest outing. “So what do you say I have a little kip and then we squeeze in another adventure before you take me back to face my workday?”

She thought for a moment that the Doctor might question the change in their routine, but he seemed thrilled about the idea. When he announced that he had some tinkering with the engines he’d been putting off that should keep him occupied while she slept, Clara made an excuse to linger in the console room — “just going to finish reading this chapter, then off to bed” — until after he’d gone. Once he’d disappeared down the corridor and around a corner, she quietly set aside her book, then slipped out of her armchair and down the stairs towards the console. The rotors hummed overhead, and somehow Clara knew the TARDIS was aware of her, and was curious to see what she would do.

Carefully clearing her thoughts, she made her way over to the telepathic circuits, pushed up her sleeves, and slid her hands into the strange interface. Focus was the key, she knew, and she was nothing if not focused. She closed her eyes and held two very specific thoughts in her mind: the sand-whipped orange sky in her dreams, and the clear question, Where, please?

She hoped the please would help.

It was a long quiet moment with the circuits warmly cradling Clara’s fingers, and then something on the console beeped. Her eyes flew open and she carefully extracted her hands from the telepathic interface before pulling the monitor down to eye level.

Gallifrey the screen read in English, below an image of a startlingly red-orange planet. Immediately prior to the Time Lock.

Clara felt her heart thud painfully against her ribs as she read the brief text again. She’d been dreaming of Gallifrey? She knew she’d had an echo life on Gallifrey, but she remembered that interaction with the Doctor, and it happened indoors. She had never before dreamt of the Gallifreyan sky. Had it been buried somewhere in her subconscious with the rest of her memories of that life? Why surface now?

More confused than ever, she clicked the screen back to the desktop, unreadable Circular Gallifreyan floating idly across the display. Perhaps she should bring this up with the Doctor — it was his home world, after all. But the whole point of this had been to dream while they were in the Vortex, and if she didn’t get a move on, he’d be ready for their next adventure before she’d even managed to fall asleep. She could talk with him about it later.

And if things worked tonight as she hoped they would, maybe she would even have a bit more information to bring to him when she did.

“Fire suppressant in Pod Four!”

The frantic call was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of the requested suppressant dispensing from the ceiling. When it ended, the speaker, dressed in the dark red uniform of a technician, brushed soot and foam off his shirt.

“It hates me, that one,” he said, nodding at the unassuming gray cylinder in the open pod in front of him. It was devoid of features, even its doors invisible now in the wake of the fire, two meters tall and one meter in diameter, just like all the other patients in the workshop. But somehow it did seem to be glowering at him.

“And it always will, stop wasting your time,” his coworker said flippantly. He was perched in front of a console on the other side of the room, deep in his own repairs. “Just get the Impossible Girl to do it, she’ll have it eating out of her hand by lunchtime.”

Their conversation occurred in the time it took Clara to enter the large oblong workshop and make her way to the far end where the two were working. “I heard that,” she said seriously, earning a guilty-looking jump from the man who had spoken most recently. She continued over to Pod Four and leaned against the outer casing, arms folded over her uniformed chest, one booted ankle crossed over the other. “What did you do now?” she demanded of the first technician.

He looked at her with wide eyes, more out of genuine fear than mock innocence, in her estimation. “I just told it—”

“You what?” she snapped, in a tone she usually reserved for misbehaving students.

He wilted a little but started again “…I told it to—”

“Told it?”

“…to give me access to the logs,” he mumbled, dropping her gaze.

“Told it to give you access to the logs?” she asked, voice harsh. “Well first off, Number Four here prefers male pronouns, respecting that might put you on better footing. And secondly, as with all TARDISes, you’ll get a lot further if you ask rather than tell.”

Behind her, the other tech scoffed. “They’re machines, we shouldn’t have to baby them like that. An access request is an access request.”

Clara turned her head to pin him with an icy glare. “Some days I cannot believe I let you work here,” she told him bluntly. “They aren’t just machines, as you very well know. Yes, there’s hardware we need to be able to work with, but that’s nothing more than a radio, at some level — only instead of radio waves, we’re using oswin waves to talk to pan-dimensional beings so large, they can’t have a physical form in this dimension. Who, with a little extra energy, can take us and an infinite amount of folded space to nearly any point in spacetime. Just think about the massive intelligences that speak to us through each of those machines!

“But more to the point,” she said, turning back to the tech still covered in soot, “you have to understand their viewpoint of the universe, and their understanding of time. A Time Lord telling a TARDIS what to do is akin to creating a fixed point in spacetime. It’s in their nature to want to avoid fixed points. Ask instead, let him find his own way ‘round to it.”

Before the beleaguered technician could reply, there came a polite knocking from the far end of the room, and Clara turned to see a soldier standing in the doorway of the workshop, looking a little out of his depth. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a message for—” he paused to glance down at the datapad in his hand, “for the Oswin. From the Lady President. Top priority.”

Clara was moving towards him before he’d finished speaking, curious and concerned, her attention focused on the message in his hands. But the dream faded out before she reached him, her mind moving on to something more abstract, more difficult to hold on to.

When she woke in her bed aboard the TARDIS, she stared at the ceiling with fond frustration. “If that was your attempt at help,” she whispered to the ship, “then I do not understand the message.”

It still wasn’t enough to bring to the Doctor, she decided later that day, watching him spin around the console room in the afterglow of a successful adventure, people saved, the universe bettered. So she was dreaming of Gallifrey, what of it? Many of the details in that last dream matched up with what she remembered of her interaction with the Doctor in that life. And while he occasionally enjoyed comparing memories of all the times her echoes had met him, she’d found he wasn’t especially keen on discussing the one in which she’d helped him steal the TARDIS and leave Gallifrey. Susan continued to be a point of pain for the Doctor, all these centuries later, and Clara understood him well enough to know better than to pick at that particular scab.

Still. That phrase was on a loop in her head: run the math, you clever boy, and remember when you met me. The emphasis on their meeting hadn’t been part of the original phrase, and now she was dreaming of the life in which they’d met face to face for the first time, from the Doctor’s perspective. Clearly they would have to discuss it at some point.

Eventually, but not yet.

#long post #about me #my writing #like seriously all of it #fanfiction #fandom life #AO3 #Home The Long Way 'Round #For As Long As We Get #All Hands #Truth Universally Acknowledged #et al #if you read that chapter let me know what you think!#❤️

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solemncadaver · 5 years

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Friendsim Trolls According to my Girlfriend who hasn’t played Friendsim

Ardata (Cobalt): w... who took bites out of her horns? Can and will kill you in your sleep. Plotting evil plans 23/7 (the 24th hour is for drinking coffee with LOTS of milk and sugar)

Diemen (Rust): Always eating food (why is that hot dog bun GREEN-), will never call you by your name, only nicknames like bro, dude, man etc, probably owns a skateboard but can't drive it

Cirava (Gold): Oo funky! Has a horrible backstory and doesn't talk about it EVER, is chill all the time, likes 70s-80s fashion and actually wears it with style! Is as extra as the fact they've got 4 horns

Amisia (Indigo): definitely an artist! The "weird kid", has not slept in 5 days because she just HAD to finish that one painting, cuts her own hair with scissors not meant for cutting hair yet it looks amazingly good! Probably either super pure and nice or will kill you if you breathe in her direction

Bronya (Jade): The cool big sister, helps you do your makeup and dye your hair, if you hurt one of her friends those boots will land in your face, probably has a tumblr with aesthetic images

Skylla (Bronze): Yeehaw howdy pardner! Isn't only from a ranch, she OWNS one! Can and will punch you for no reason, makes you do her chores if you wanna stay at her place, has never seen a hairbrush in her life

Tagora (Teal): Tries his best to be edgy and frightening, sometimes almost fails at that, could be in one of those "barber: say no more fam" memes, thinks he's an evil overlord but is actually just a delinquent, probably doesn't get a redemption arc and only like 2 people are mad about that

Vikare (Bronze): Wants to be a pilot/is a pilot but DON'T TRUST THEM WITH AN AIRPLANE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, pretends wearing that pilot hat is a fashion choice when in reality they can't take it off again with those horns, nobody has ever seen them sleep and people are concerned

Polypa (Olive): The most feral being (or she fell down the stairs and is mad about it), problems balancing with only one eye able to see, could claw out your heart and not bat an eye, the hole in her horn is from when someone tried to take her out, nobody has ever seen that person afterwards

Zebruh (Indigo): Looks like an ASSHOLE. What are his horns doing they're not pointed that's not how horns should work, very smug! Has a shitty job and is pretentious about it to people w/o a job, looks like the cryptic bartender in a stereotypical drama thriller that the detective has to interview to know who killed the rich guy's wife

Elwurd (Cobalt): Look at those extra af horns! Def owns a motorcycle, flirty but has never received actual affection, has a mental breakdown every 2 days but pretends EVERYTHING'S FINE, makes 5 puns a minute

Folykl & Kuprum (Gold): What a goal: Carry your bud around in your giant ass backpack! I......don't know who is who tbh but! They both have cool spider looking horns! The best evidence for 'opposites attract', the only friends they have are each other, secretly planning to overthrow the government

Remele (Cobalt): The x on her left eye symbolizes that she has found her next victim. It's you. Run. Could probably use her horn as a climbing hook, v passive aggressive, makes her own clothes, works out a lot and is stronger than she looks

Konyyl (Olive): My fight, flight or flirt instincts have been activated. Could snap you in half by looking at you yet can be super soft if she wants to (you gotta be REAL close to her though), likes matcha ice cream and yells at it when it melts, is NOT tidy

Chixie (Bronze): Shy babey. Will probably be interrupted 3 times when trying to speak because she's just so quiet, has been left on her own and now has no idea how to survive yet is too shy to ask for the way. Someone come help her please.

Tyzias (Teal): Bored college student. Will NOT help you in an emergency so don't even ask. Secretly likes cryptids, is Done (tm), nobody has ever seen her outside of campus, roasts people in the most monotone voice ever

Chahut (Purple): F-... fear ':)? Eh, that's probably just paint! Right? Right???... Is probably being forced to do horrible things, can't remember their childhood, looks scary but only unintentionally, I'd still smooch tbh

Azdaja (Gold): Reminds me of that ching prince from FMA:B tbh, has a weird aesthetic going on, has the upper hand everywhere without trying, probably has 3 fake names, is always cool but can slip up and make goofy remarks

Zebede (Gold): Smol round boi! Probably played soccer in 5th grade, now makes v interesting and functional machines from Lego, probably owned a pet hamster at some point, has no sense of danger

Tegiri (Teal): Is that a KATANA-.... Still not out of his weeb phase, is VERY devoted to his aesthetic, talks either in one word sentences or dramatic quotes from a show nobody has seen, shop owner who sells you weapons

Mallek (Cobalt): Oh look it your hubby! He looks like a trickster tbh yet all the fanart looks sweet and pure!? (Also how do you pierce horns-) how many piercings has he though? Is there fanart- 👀... anyways he kinda looks like the popular kid and the emo kid combined, but like in a good way!?! Probably has a secret key for the whole town that he shouldn't have, can store everything in that hoodie pocket (it's like Hermione's bag :3!)

Lynera (Jade): Looks like the weird art/music teacher, v nice though! Has a lot of weird hobbies that her friends politely decline to join, likes to bake for everyone, likes children or absolutely loathes them

Galekh (Indigo): Is this Roman from Sanders Sides? Jdhdkd he looks like the strict angry teacher, will absolutely refuse giving help and does not allow any flaws (both in you and in himself) can spot someone doing illegal things from a mile away, is not afraid to call people out

Tirona (Teal): Look at that spider hair! Looks good 👉👉, is probs v shy and awkward but tries to talk to everyone anyways, has some exotic pets that she doesn't tell anyone about bc someone once said it's weird, just wants to be accepted, clumsy af

Boldir (Olive): Hiding ..... something ...., private but not stealthy investigator, is distracted way too easily, is the detective I mentioned back at Zebruh's, v loyal, will absolutely get you arrested if you're *in the way*

Stelsa (Teal): Looks like a cool but bitchy mom, probably gets a manicure every week, she looks just like my mom which is scary wth, will not hesitate to roast Karen at the school bake sale, those lemon bars are horrible KAREN, why didn't you let your third husband help K A R E N

Karako (Purple): What- ?

I-.... I'm confused! But okay!

Never makes sense, nobody has ever seen them eat or sleep, appears in your room at 2 am when you have sleep paralysis

Marsti (Rust): Probably is like the classic mechanic, can weld 👌👏👉👉👍, is done with everyone's bullshit but will still try to help (occasionally), drinks too many energy drinks and not enough water, everyone asks her for favors and she is having none of it

Charun (Olive): Peaceful gardener, don't stand in their sun and they won't bother whatever you do, just wants a little farm house near a small town with his pet cat, don't walk on their vegetables or they'll chase you with a rake

Wanshi (Jade): Just a nice person. A total sweetheart. Just wants to have fun, very optimistic, the most functional person you'll ever meet, drinks a lot of green tea and hot chocolate

Fozzer (Rust): Nice person but not very bright, doesn't know how electronics work, has a flip phone from like 2006 and that's enough for him, has a lot of houseplants but can't really keep them alive

Marvus (Purple): 👀👀👀 You know how I think about him (😭🍀😏😎🍀💖🌾❤ 11/10 best ti🅱🅱y window would allow him to stab me)

Daraya (Jade): Smol but will fight you. Is super done and will not help you, but also won't stop you. Probably has 2-4 knifes somewhere on her body at all time.

Nihkee (Indigo): Looks like a pirate captain + professional wrestler in one, like! Probably drinks their coffee black just so people respect them more, will show off every trophy they have (a lot) if someone decides to listen to them

Lanque (Jade): 👀👀👀👍 the most dramatic and salty being alive, v stylish, takes 2 hours a day just to get ready, probably has 16 meetings a day, could work as a model, will cut anyone and everyone that says he should change something about him

Soleil (Purple): Ah yes, the obligatory twins. Probably cursed by a spiteful witch at birth, have never been seen seperate, occasionally like to scare people by pretending to be the twins from shining

I’m crying

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thebrochtuarachs · 6 years

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If they want me (a fan) to talk about it, I’ll talk about it.

Outlander S4 PR has been doing so well until this (IMHO).

My take on some Q&A from Cait’s Parade article.

It’s 3AM where I am and there will be grammatical errors on this but I had to let it out.

Really lengthy, snark, rant ahead. You’ve been warned. ✌🏻😊 Feel free to pass if not your cup of tea. I mean, I probably wrote a bunch of woozy anyway. But this is my space and yeah, haha!

1. What’s with the title?

Yeah, Sam’s name just had to be inserted somewhere here to make it clickable, sure. I don’t know if the motivation for “total opposite” was to show “how different Sam and Cait are” or “how Sam and Cait will never be” - but all I know is...opposites attract. If it meant to hurt shippers, well, were just getting started here.

But seriously - If I get a chance to chat with Caitriona Balfe about season 4 scoop, I’d prefer that instead of talking about fans and using the name of her supposed platonic co-star to speculate some clickbait on the article. If the latter was the goal, they probably succeeded a bit cause here am I writing this loooong post.

2. A great mystery - Who is Maestro?

First of all, Caitriona is NOT newly engaged - ITS ALMOST BEEN A YEAR. Second, I am yet again confused as to the nationality and job of the great maestro. I asked this once in my blog and an anon came through with a thorough explanation of Maestro’s “history” but I guess I’ll just go back to “NEVER being sure who he really is” again.

3. Oh, I grew up watching car races and now I’m in a racing movie!

I get the PR - Cait grew up watching car racing and now she’s in a car racing movie, what a way to come round full circle.

But I’ve read a couple of articles from Cait about her life in Ireland before and never have I seen before that she’s mentioned that watching car races was part of their family tradition holidays up until now. (or is there? I may be wrong. I’m not sure, could be. Some other people can share it, if there is) But nonetheless, true or not, it works well with the PR.

Also, Cait, I know a guy (Sam) who goes and watches F1 races from the paddocks. Why don’t you guys drop by sometime and you know, watch together? *wink wink* It’ll be good for research and stuff. Not to mention going out with one of your best mate, am I right? ✌🏻

4. I spend the weekends by myself - as shown in the way this statement is filled with singular pronouns

She drags herself alone to go out for some food, She reads alone, she walks alone, she prepares her own food and putters around the house. (I am my own, independent person regardless of my “soon-to-be hitched” status)

Okay, the way I see this - she really doesn’t want to be defined who she’s in a relationship with or who she’s engaged with. Look how independent the statement above is. I get it - she wants to be known more as “an actress” and not as an “engaged and extremely in love with my fiancé actress”.

Basically it kinda says “sometimes forget I’m engaged at all except when Sam and I are being too touchy-feely with each other.”

But seriously, Cait, not screaming/vibing engaged here! Meaning saying his actual name and weaving your relationship in the public face, inviting him to pose with you in red carpets and events despite his “shy” stature, etc. Erm, maybe just don’t be engaged at all and don’t get married yet - I didn’t say break it up or anything, just straighten the confusing narrative first?

5. I am not exactly like Claire but Sam, my co-star only, will be the first one to disagree.

Why do I feel like “and the other people who know me very well” line got added after a pause cause Sam got mentioned and she cannot mention only Sam because fans will suspect. Hahaha! (And suspect we well cause isn’t that the purpose of this article?)

Also, but why not “Tony, my fiance, will be first to disagree because he knows me so well” rather than her “were super platonic only” co-star?

Oh, cause of the narrative.

Which narrative again? I am getting confused now.

Oh, the one where Sam Heughan is just her friend who loves her and knows her so well.

Great.

6. SINCE SAM GOT MENTIONED THE QUESTION BEFORE ITS ONLY NATURAL WE TALK ABOUT HIM...

OMG, my English grammar mind is like screaching those dangling modifiers. “Sam Heughan, who plays your soul mate...” HAHAHAHAHA! That’s the first thing that I noticed. Second, the question would be much clearer if phrased “Are you good friends with Sam Heughan, who plays Jamie Fraser, your character’s soul mate?” - SEE sentence construction HERE, we would be talking about the show and its characters and not see anything else. But then, this is just me.

Also, why ask Cait if she’s good friends with Sam? Of course she is! (and I truly believe this regardless of whatever situation they chose). Other wise, if she says “no”, just imagine the PR nightmare it would entail. The repercussions, the bad PR from tabloids how the two leads “don’t get along”, the possibility of not getting renewed after season 6, a lot of bad will follow if she said the wrong answer. Hahahaha! Either this or the writer (don't know his history with OL) is super new to the fandom who don’t have an idea just how close Sam and Cait are.

Oh goody, we get the Hyde Park walk mentioned again! I always love this memory of theirs.

Comment on Paragraph 1: Why do I feel like Cait got caught off guard rehashing this story. The answer, if verbatim, is so jumpy and incoherent. Like I could summarise the story in shorter sentences. Eitherway, I’ve always loved that they spent the time together at the beginning and realised just how much of a relationship they were going to have. Also, the line” Who knows what this is going to be?” which they asked even before they started filming - so loaded the possibilities of the meaning of this simple question.

Comment on Paragraph 2: Shouldn’t it be maestro’s job to be her biggest supporter, the first person she calls to have talking to about stress? Also, love the “vice versa”. Sometimes, I can’t imagine Sam being the stressed one between the two of them but I just love their dynamic. OH AND THEY HAVE SIMILAR PERSONALITY TRAITS (where is the complete opposite part?! (*see next question*, here we go)

7. HOW TO DESCRIBE BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP 101

Here it is....how opposite Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe are that it’s impossible to think of them ever being in a relationship.

Cait is bullish and Sam calms her down before she gets too frustrated.

Sam is a little passive and Cait gives him a nudge and a strength to stand up for something.

OH WAIT

Erm, what you guys just described about each other is “being in a good, healthy relationship” - thanks, bye. Again...opposites attract. The statements just show that they’re both not as strong as one seem and really feed off strength from each other’s lives and company. Like, you know, being together or something to that effect.

Also, if you guys, Sam and Cait, are dropping the fake narrative soon, you know - Cait can nudge Sam to stand up for them and publicise their “real” relationship and then when the reality of their “real score” being revealed gets too frustrated, Sam just can calm Cait down. It’s honestly, a win-win, guys.

8. ONTO THE “BEST FANS EVER”

This question was actually fine until the follow up...

9. WAS ASKING THIS QUESTION FREAKING NECESSARY?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but IF PR WANTS TO STAY AWAY FROM FANS TALKING ABOUT SAMCAIT, then they have to stop allowing these kind of questions. They could’ve asked the author to not include this question in the publishing because what is the freaking point. If the writer have done his research, he already knows the answer to this (heck we know from various and numeous sources). And if he knew the climate of the fandom, this should not have been asked published - yet again. I’m sure Sam and Cait hate answering these questions because, lets admit it, it takes away some of the magic. But here it is and there again is their punchline and I’ve seen this same answer as before.

But Cait had to add something new: “But I think things are pretty clear now that I'm engaged to someone else. Everyone gets it now” HMMMMMMMMM...So was the purpose of the engagement to put off the stench and speculation that Sam and you aren’t together? That the main purpose was for all shippers to stop shipping you and Sam cause you’re engaged some someone else whose name you’ve yet to mention yourself in public or social media and your fans have no total idea who he is and what he does for a living?

Oh and uhh, Cait - NOT EVERYONE GETS IT NOW. If anything, were all the more confused. Also, regardless of what you guys do, you can never ever avoid the shipping (real or show) cause that’s just fanning is. Oh, and you’re not the first and only ship with OTP that have spouses. Seriously, you’re not the first nor the only experiencing this and the other fandoms have actually embraced this instead of trying so hard to shut it down.

9. REHASHING SEMI-FAMOUS FANDOM HISTORY

Seriously.

If the author had done his/her research, these are semi-famous stories already from before and he could’ve asked about book 4 or season 4 or anything RECENT that would make sense why this article was even written in the first place.

I just think it’s a missed opportunity to ask something else, something new. Meh.

10. Cait’s Faves

Maybe it should be Cait’s current fave things.

TSWDM as her favorite movie? I mean no offence to TSWDM but considering how deep her book choices are, I thought she’d choose a “deep, serious” movie as her favorite but choosing her “platonic” co-stars recent comedy flick as her choice (maybe in support of them having each other’s backs, you know) she chose that one - or maybe she really, really loved the movie too.

Race Car Documentaries - lets push the PR for her upcoming movie, yes!!

The Fiery Cross - EARLY PROMO FOR NEXT SEASON!!

Yeah, so I wouldn’t assume this is Cait’s “all-time” faves...

SO, WHY DID I DO THIS?!

BECAUSE I THOUGHT I’D FIND A POINT ABOUT THIS ARTCLE AND NOT SOME OBVIOUS HIDDEN AGENDA BEHIND IT?

WHAT EXACTLY WAS THE POINT OF THIS ARTICLE? WHY DID IT NOT TALK ABOUT OUTLANDER OR SEASON 4 AT ALL INSTEAD OF FANS AND NARRATIVES?

WHAT IS THIS PUBLICITY ALL ABOUT?

TO REITERATE THE “THEY’RE NOT TOGETHER” NARRATIVE CAUSE THE “SHE’S ENGAGED TO ANOTHER GUY” WASN’T ENOUGH OR DIDN’T WORK? TO PROVE JUST HOW WEIRD SOME CORNER OF THE FANDOM IS (as per the writing of this lengthy, rant post)

SERIOUSLY. I AM FLARING.

BECAUSE ALL THESE IS IRRELEVANT TO THE PROMOTION OF OUTLANDER SEASON 4 AND IT IRKS ME THAT THEY HAD OR TRYING TO PUT SHIPPER FANS IN, YET AGAIN, A BAD LIGHT, WHEN WE’RE TRYING TO STAY IN OUR LANE FOR MOST OF THE YEAR AND MAKING SENSE OF WHAT’S GOING ON.

IS THIS WHAT THEY WANTED? FANS TALKING AROUND HOW IRRELEVANT THESE THINGS ARE? OR SPECULATE HOW WEIRD OR AMBIGUOUS EACH ANSWER IS?!

Oh, Lordy.

COME ON, PR.

SELL YOUR SHOW.

NOT THE “NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP”.

NOT THE “BEST FANS EVER”.

NOT THE “DELUSIONAL” FANS WHO NOW FINALLY “GETS IT”. (cause, as per this article, we still don’t)

SELL YOUR SHOW AND WHAT IT’S ABOUT - JAMIE AND CLAIRE FRASER.

BECAUSE ALL I WANT IS OUTLANDER SEASON 4 COVERAGE.

TALK ABOUT CLAIRE AND JAMIE. TALK ABOUT BREE. TALK ABOUT THE BOOK. TALK ABOUT THE RIDGE. TALK ABOUT THEIR CHARACTER’S AND BOOK’S LIFE.

SUCH A WASTE OF SPACE AND TIME AND ALL FOR WHAT?

TO IRK SHIPPY FANS TO MORE EYE-ROLLING MOMENTS?

TO GET RID OF THE 20 SHIPPERS REMAINING?

CAUSE GUESS WHAT OUTLANDER/STARZ PR?

THE (RESPECTFUL) SHIPPING WILL NEVER STOP EVEN IF CAIT AND SAM ARE MARRIED - EITHER TO EACH OTHER OR OTHER PEOPLE.

THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS AND HOW ITS GOING TO BE CAUSE THAT IS FANDOM AND THAT IS SHIPPING.

SO, JUST FOCUS ON SELLING THE SHOW AND WHAT ITS REALLY ALL ABOUT.

JAMIE AND CLAIRE FRASER.

NOTHING MORE. NOTHING LESS.

Thanks.

*end of caps lock writing*

It’s 4AM and I’m going to sleep.

Updating this the following day after reading some comments and theories as to why this ever seen the light of day:

1. Could this be a follow up “aggressive shipper” article by EW?! A ploy put into place by Sony/Starz to, yet again, attack the “shipping” community?

IT COULD VERY WELL BE. WHY ELSE PUT UP THIS NONSENSE OF AN ARTICLE THAT DOESN’T PROMOTE THE SHOW ONE BIT.

Like to control shippers yet again after the love fest the past two weeks at cons? To control shippers after releasing S4 promo photos of Jamie and Claire?

I mean if they put this same effort in shutting “shippers” down to promoting their show, they might increase their ratings and subscribers!! UGH.

2. Could Caitriona be that Caitriona did NOT actually say some of the things said?

Possibly. I mean, now that I think about it, some statements were contradictory to what she’s said before and the language seems a little too forward that she usually is (e.g. “But I think it’s pretty clear now. I’m engaged now so everyone gets it”). Yeah, maybe it doesn’t feel like Cait saying this - cause I think she knows it’s NEVER clear but - yeah, could be. Could be that the this article was written deliberately to counter the “aggressive shipping” happening since the cons and using Cait’s “engagement” was their weapon of choice this time.

#personal #WHO LET ME HAVE A BLOG #Why did I write this #I got too caught up with just everything #had to let it out #I may probably be wrong in some aspect #but this is just me #putting it out there #for ...I don't know exactly #whew ill just find out tomorrow how this one goes #peace #love

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herespeyton · 5 years

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TAGGING → @mrcharlesjackson & @herespeyton

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the first week of June?? (I’m so slow at posting omg)

LOCATION → Karoke bar, NYC + Charlies Apartment.

WARNINGS → alcohol, nsfw (not really, but just in case)

NOTES → Charlie agrees to be Peyton’s wingman for the night + peyton vice versa. Neither go home alone. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

peyton

Peyton didn’t go out often — or ever, honestly. It was almost impossible to get out of the house with Lexi, and when the opportunity did arise she chose to sleep. While she didn’t know Charlie super well, he dated Willa a while ago and didn’t seem like a bad guy. She had spent the past hour going through her wardrobe trying to find something that didn’t look like she was a mom before deciding on a red dress she had last worn at least a year ago. She gave instructions to the baby sitter — though Lex was already asleep — and waited for the actor to arrive at her apartment.

charlie

Charlie was excited, he hadn’t been in a good while. He was finally on a better wave in his personal mood and ready to get out there and have fun. He had met Peyton a few times but that felt like a life time ago and Charlie was looking forward to getting to know her as an adult. She was always a very kind girl and she deserved the night out after all the hard work she constantly did. Plus he was sure being a single mom was exhausting and he wanted to help. Charlie decided on on a pair of dark blue fitted pants, a plain white T-shirt with a cream colored blazer to top it off. He had also shaved for the first time in weeks, leaving himself a nice stubbled beard. He checked himself in the mirror before spraying on a bit of cologne, grabs his wallet, phone and keys and was out the door on his way to pick up Peyton. Upon arriving he knocked gently on the door, waiting for the younger girl to answer.

peyton

Peyton straightened herself as she walked to the door, grabbing her keys and purse on the way past the side table. "Hey." She greets him, eyeing over the man she hadn't seen in... years. He honestly didn't even look like he'd aged from what she remembers. She shuts the door behind her and smiles warmly up at him. "You look very dashing." She says with with a nod. "Thanks for doing this... Hopefully I don't totally cramp your style." She says a little awkwardly.

charlie

“Holy shit.” Was the first thing to leave his mouth. “Holy crap, look at you, all grown up.” He grinned and clapped his hands together and he checked out the girl. “Well, thank you! You look incredible, Peyton... don’t worry about me, tonight is going to be fun! Also how can you cramp an old mans style.” He grinned and winked playfully. He gestures at her to follow him out. “So, I was thinking of going to that one pub on 3rd street. They have pretty good drinks and the people are friendly. How’s that sound? Or would you rather go to a club? It’s up to you.” He shrugged.

peyton

Peyton could feel her cheeks warm at the compliment, she was really quite terrible at taking them. "I don't know about that, but...um... thank you." She says softly before following the older man out of the apartment building. "You say that now, wait until all your fans are trying to get your number and I'm still around." She chuckles and bites down on her lip gently as she thinks about the options. "I think maybe starting at a pub might be a good idea?" She replies with a smile, not that she had a problem with lots of people, but easing into a social life sounded better than going head first into strobe lights and sweaty bodies.

charlie

Charles furrowed his brows in confusion, the girl didn’t seem to think so highly of herself, at least look wise. “Well I think you look beautiful.” He gave her a small smile. He chuckled and shook his head. “Please, if that happens please help me escape. Same goes to you, if there’s a guy or girl –I’m not sure your exact preference – But if someone is getting too rowdy or handsy or you just want out of boring conversation, I’m your guy.” He assures her. “Pub it is.” He grins as they continue to walk. “So, hows the single mom life treating you?”

peyton

"Oh don't worry, I have all sorts of creative excuses up my sleeve to get you out of awkward situations!" She laughs, pointing her finger for exclamation. Honestly she feels a little more relaxed knowing she had a get out of jail free card in case she ended up in the company of someone she really didn't want to be with. "I'll be the greatest wingwoman you've ever seen. Unless of course I see my cheese fries delivery man, in which case I'll have to follow my heart." She tells him with a smirk, and crosses her arms in front of her when they're outside. "Single mom life is every bit as glamorous as you'd imagine." She shrugs and looks up at him. "I mean, Lexi is the coolest kid ever, but it's sort of exhausting... But how are you anyway? It's been so long since I've seen you!"

charlie

Charlie raised a brow. “Oh, really?” He asked with a chuckle. The girl was definitely charming as he remembered her. “You’re gonna ditch me for cheese fries guy?” He pouted and then smiled. Charlie listened to the woman and nodded. He couldn’t imagine being a parent, let alone being a single parent. He was already past his prime and Charlie began to wonder if he’d ever have kids. “I see your posts, she’s freaking adorable, looks just like you.” He shrugged. “I’m.... all over the place I guess you could say. Things sort of flipped for me. I never expected to be on tv but here we are...” he tittered “But currently I’m good, I’m in a good place... it’s been, what, at least 10 years... you were still a kid.” He said incredulously. “Holy shit.” He laughed.

peyton

"What can I say, cheese fries guy and I had a real connection." She tells him, hand on heart and laughing. "She is pretty cute, right?" Peyton responds proudly. "I mean... She looks more like her dad, than she does me. But when she talks it's like having a mini-me around the place. Which... I'm not always sure is a good thing." The mom had a tendency to ramble when it came to her daughter... she should probably reign that in if she wanted to not come across as "just a mom" for the night. Peyton nods as he talks, eyeing him over again quickly before looking back ahead. "I don't read a lot of magazines, but I remember the day I read you were taking over the role in supernatural... That sort of stuff is just crazy to me." She says honestly, not imagining her life changing so dramatically... Though maybe she should now Sammy was involved in it. "I was a teenager thank you very much." She laughs. "But you look... almost exactly the same. How is that even possible?!"

charlie

Charlie rolled his eyes playfully. “You can do better than cheese fries guy. I promise.” He told her. “Oh she’s the boss, then.” He chuckles. “Wait... I thought you never knew the father...” Charlie asked curiously, not that he thought it was a bad thing, it happened. He sighed and smiled “Yeah, I still can’t believe it sometimes. It’s surreal. But I mean who knows if this will last with the show ending next year. Maybe I’ll go back to teaching.” He shrugged. He scoffed “You we’re a kid.” He teases with a small laugh. “I beg to differ... look at these crows feet!” He said pointing to the stinking around his eyes. “But I think it’s also my jeans.” He said literally as a joke, pointing to his pants.

peyton

"She is most definitely the boss. She knows what she wants." She said with a smile, nodding. "Umm..." Peyton didn't really know how to explain the Sammy situation without feeling like a bad parent, honestly. "I don't... I mean, I didn't. But he remembered, I guess?" She shrugs. "It's complicated." And right now even more so. "At least you still have enough year to decide? I might even be able to catch up on all twenty seasons before it comes back on again." She teases. "But I think it's lucky in a sense that you have that degree to fall back on, you know? Whatever happens you'll still have a career." She scrunched up her nose. "I was not a kid." She pauses for a second. "Okay, maybe I was... But I wasn't an annoying kid, right?" Peyton looks up at his eyes more closely when he points to them before shaking her head. "Nope, I stand by my comment. You've barely aged at all... it's the jeans, for sure. You're pulling them off perfectly."

charlie

Charlie chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay, we’ll leave it at that.” He said talking about Lexi’s father. He pursed his lips and grinned. “Or you can just watch the last season I was in and we’ll call it even.” He shrugged “Oh totally, I’m not totally hopeless.” He smiled and sighed. “I mean you weren’t the most annoying kid I’d ever encountered.....” he teased and bumped her playfully. “But you’ve certainly grown into a gorgeous young woman. So not annoying anymore.” He spoke and batted his eyes at the compliment. “Now you’re just being nice and complimenting my ass which I’m not upset about.” He laughed. They soon arrived and Charlie held the door open for the woman. “What’s your drink of choice, first rounds on me.” He asked as they reached the bar.

peyton

Peyton smiled thankfully, relieved Charlie wasn't going to pry into the situation. It was meant to be a fun night, after all... Even if she felt out of her element the moment she stepped out of her apartment after 7 o'clock at night. She laughs. "You're only saying that now because I'm not wearing sweatpants... If you saw me on any other day that ends in Y i'd look like a wreck." She looked at the man's ass, not even really subtly and nodded with a grin. "I'm just being honest." Peyton placed her forearms on the bar, and smiled warmly at the male. "I'll just have a beer." A bi-product of spending so much time with her father growing up. "And that's awfully gentlemanly of you. Next is on me though."

charlie

Charlie raised a brow. “Oh, I bet you look even hotter in sweatpants.” He smirked and winked at her. He then got the attention of the bartender, asking for two draft beers. “What can I say? I was raised right and I’ll never miss the opportunity to buy a pretty girl a drink.” He got the beers and gave his card to the bartender. “Don’t worry about buying for me, it’s my treat, remember?” He said as he handed a beer to Peyton. “Cheers to trying to get laid.” He grinned.

peyton

Peyton smiles and looks around the bar, feeling just a little out of place. "It's a good thing you brought your card, there's like a lot of pretty girls around here to buy drinks for." She takes the drink and brings, and holds it comfortingly in her hands. "You need to let me repay you somehow though. I don't know how... But somehow." She laughs at his toast. "To trying to get laid." She repeats, bringing the beer to her lips. "So is there some sort of secret trick to this I need to be aware of?"

charlie

Charlie chuckles and looks around the bar. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He shrugs and then shakes his head and places a firm hand on her shoulder. “Hey, were good. I’m serious.” He smiles and squeezes her shoulder gently before removing it. “Um, secret tricks? I’m not quite sure. Maybe just not trying so hard? A couple drinks will help with that to get initial jitters away.” He nods.

peyton

Peyton’s eyes briefly dart to the hand on her shoulder. With everything in her life being so delicate, it felt oddly comforting to have a touch that resonated strength for once. She smiles softly, and nods in concession. “Not trying so hard?” She arches her brow and looks at him with mock judgment. “That is terrible advice... I’ve spent the last three years not trying so hard and that’s gotten no where.” She replies with a short laugh. Not that she’d give up her life, but there were obviously times she wished she wasn’t always alone. Peyton lifts her glass and takes a few large gulps of beer. Liquid courage was a thing, right? “But you might be onto something with the drinks.” She admits with a giggle. “I feel like... umm... people are looking at you.” She tells him with an awkward tone as she feels a woman’s eyes piercing into her.

charlie

“Hey, I never said I gave good advice. I mean most of the time they come up to me, so....” he shrugged and chuckled softly. He absentmindedly touches her arm, something Charlie is just used to doing in general. He was a very affectionate guy and it showed. “Don’t worry, Just relax and finish your drink so we can have another. “He says with a gentle press to her arm. He raises his brow, “Me? Don’t worry about it, I’m not ditching you until we find you someone.” He finished his beer and places it back on the bar then beams at the girl. “How about a shot of tequila?” He suggests.

peyton

Peyton's eyes light up when he assures the girl he's not ditching her. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone with no idea what she was doing. "Thank you... But if some super model comes in and asks you to go home with her, I'm going to be disappointed if you don't get out there." She can't imagine what it must be like for Charles to be recognised everywhere he went, her nose crinkles even at the thought -- it sounds like her own nightmare, honestly. Personal space and privacy was what got Peyton through so much of her life's hiccups. She sculls back the rest of her beer, her eyes squeezing shut as it's been a long time since she's even attempted to do such a thing. But hey, she was still young... Maybe tonight she could feel it too. "Tequila?" Her first instinct was to shake her head, adamantly telling him the last time she had tequila she got pregnant, but instead she nods, finding herself feeling somewhat safe around the older male. "Can I sip it?" She jokes, leaning against the bar with her body facing him.

charlie

Charlie shakes his head, brushing her off. “There will always be more supermodels and honestly, not really my type.” He shrugged and then grinned at the girl gulping down her beer. “Nice.” He praises her. He returns his attention to the bartender and orders them 4 shots total. “No you can’t sip them. Cmon. You’re a big girl now.” He teases. The four shots are in front of them now, rimmed with salt and limes on the side. “Now, you don’t have to do both but it’s there if you’re up for it.” He assures her, picking up one of the shot glasses and holding it up to the one he hands her. “Cheers.” He grins and takes it back in one swing, immediately grabbing the second one and taking it as well. His face straight, not needing the limes.

peyton

"What is your type?" She asks more directly than she normally would. But if she was going to be a successful wing-woman she felt like this was important information to be aware of. Peyton's face grimaces slightly at the sight of the shots, but slides one of them close to her anyway. You only live once, right? "No sipping. Got it." She says quietly and turns her gaze to watch Charles down the alcohol so easily. "You make that look very easy." She comments with a chuckle before taking a deep breath, picking up the glass and downing her own shot. Peyton's eyes clench shut, her mouth twists, and she immediately grabs the lime to dull the burn in her throat. "Fuck." She mumbles but reaches for the second shot and does the same, the burn thankfully less intense this time around.

charlie

Charlie shrugs. “Girl next door, natural. I hate all that fake shit. Like cmon, do you really need the fake lips and Botox?” He asked feeling himself loosen up a bit more. “A girl who can handle herself and her alcohol and isn’t wasted on a fucking cranberry vodka.” He tells Peyton. Yeah, he definitely had a type. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He shrugs, watching as Peyton takes her shots and chuckles. “Wow, you’re a trooper... I’m very impressed.” He raises a brow in delight and smiles. The noise around them had gotten louder and there was now music playing, more on the rock side. He leaned in closer with his hand on her shoulder so she could hear him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, just to make sure she was still in a good place.

peyton

“Thank you, thank you.” Peyton replies proudly, curtsying and proceeding to laugh at her terrible attempt at it. Her blood is slowly warming, and she can feel her muscles relax more with each passing minute. Her heart’s racing to the beat of the music, and honestly, she was okay with that. She pushes the empty shot glasses and used limes back towards the bartender, thanking him sincerely.Peyton leans into Charles touch, moving her ear closer to hear him properly. The combination of his warm breath on her skin and the tequila sends a shiver down her spine, her lips lighting a smile at the feeling. She nods and turns into him, closing the gap so now she could be heard. “I feel great.” She tells him. “So are you going to wingman me?” She asks with a half smirk.

charlie

Charlie chuckles at the charming girl. She was cute, beyond cute if you actually asked Charlie, but he figured nothing would never happen between them and honestly his intentions were completely pure, still he couldn’t help but slightly crushing on her in the moment. He’d blame the alcohol. “Great.” He smiles and looks around the room, realizing they had set up Karaoke tonight. His face immediately lit up. “Holy shit, yes.” He commented. “I forgot they did Karaoke here. Yes, I will wingman you but we need to sign up to sing first.” He said as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her through the crowd and towards the other side of the pub, looking for the signup sheet that was with the DJ.

peyton

Peyton's head tilts to one side, eyebrows raising when she realized what he was about to suggest. Before she could object his hand was on her writs and they were moving through the crowd. She grins, and holds onto him tightly, wanting to make sure she didn't lose him in amongst the people... Though, he was tall and masculine, she would probably be able to spot him if she did. "I think the sign up sheet is over there." She says letting go of his arm and resting her hand on the curve of his back, pointing to the board. "I'll do this, but I am not choosing a song! Unless baby shark or the paw patrol theme song is an option, my brain is useless." She jokes, moving to the sheet and looking up at the older male, lingering as she studies his features under the light in this part of bar. No wonder so many girls were staring at him. "Okay, what's your go-to karaoke song?"

charlie

Charlie hadn’t felt this full of energy in a while and it was exciting to him. He felt young and he loved it. Charlie looked into the direction the girl was pointing at and grinned. “Genius!” He exclaimed at her and kissed her head playfully before getting to the list. “You have to do Baby Shark. I dare you.” He laughs as he looks through the karaoke book. “Classic rock. Maybe a bit of AC/DC or Lynyrd Skynyrd — oh or Allman Brothers!” He says as he see the song he wants to pick. He then takes the pen next to the sign up sheet that’s fairly empty, writing down ‘whipping post by the Allman Brothers’ and his name, he then faces Peyton. “Do you wanna sign up?” He asked.

peyton

Peyton's cheek flush and she's momentarily thankful the pub is dark enough to hide it. She bites down on her lip to stop herself from grinning like a stupid school girl.Fuck. Was it sad that a kiss on the forehead was the closest she had really been to a man in a year? ... Probably. "Don't you dare me, Mr. Jackson." She smirks, her competitive nature coming out. "Whoa, look at you showing your age." She teases him a little on his song choice, flicking through the book. "I'll sign up." It might have been the alcohol talking, but it could be fun. "It looks like you might have to listen to me rock out baby shark another time, there's no option here." She lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "But I can do this." She points to the song and writes it down 'Let me Love you' by DJ Snake and Justin Bieber on the sign up song. "Does it show my age that I'm doing a song with Justin Bieber?" She asks with a short giggle.

charlie

Charlie raised his brows seductively, "Ooh, Mr. Jackson. Haven't been called that in a while." He teased her . "Shut up. I just know good music." He stuck his tongue out at her as she picked out her own song. He hovered over her, his arm around her shoulders as he watched her pick. "Justin Bieber? Really?" He judged her playfully. "I'm going to need another drink for this one, But i'm definitely holding you over on that whole listening to you sing Baby Shark." He laughed. "We definitely grew up in different worlds.... How do you feel about another drink? Or are we moving too quick for you?"

peyton

"Does it bring you back to your teaching days?" She asks with a chuckle, nudging him playfully. She felt relaxed around him, and honestly it had been some time since she could just be herself and not worry about her daughter. It was different... Actually, sort of great. "Justin Beiber is iconic!" She defends her choice, arching her brow at him. "You just wait... My rendition of Baby shark is legendary. Lexi prefers it to the original." She grins proudly, turning around to look at the crown before up again at Charles. "Too quick?" She scoffs. "You should see me during football season, I could probably drink you under the table." Or at least she used to be able to, but he doesn't need to know that that.

charlie

"Truly." He chuckles and bites his lip a bit. He raises his hands in defense as she defends herslef and he laughs. "Okay, okay! God you're cute when you're riled up." He lets slip but doesn't really make to much attention of it. "I can't wait to hear it." He smiles at her and nods. "That's fine, thats why I ask. and also somehow I believe you." He smiles and suddenly is hearing his name over the mic. "Oh, that was fast. Alright, I'mma sing and you stand here and look pretty and pick a dude out and I can wingman you. I mean unless you wanna be stuck here with me all night." He chuckled. "Be right back, darling." He says with a wink and makes his way to the small stage, giving himself a small introduction with his name and then proceeds to singing.

peyton

Peyton's lips press together, and now it not longer feels like her cheeks are warming but her whole face. Of course the man who used to date her older cousin thought she was cute. Probably the same way he and everyone else (rightly so) thought Lexi was cute. She's broken from her thought at the sound of Charles name on the speaker, and claps excitedly for him. "Break a leg." She still wasn't sure if that was the correct musical theatre reference that Jaxon had taught her, but she was going for it. She moves to the front of the crowd cheering obnoxiously loudly for him when he introduces himself. She looks around the room only for a moment looking for someone she might be interested in, but then the actor starts singing and it's hard to put her attention anywhere. He was good...really really good. She sways absentmindedly with the music, happily content with being by herself and listening to his voice. How she could possibly follow this, she didn't know.

charlie

The thrill that Charlie got when he sang was like no other. He loved it and he also liked the attention if he was being honest. It felt good to have people cheering for you and it was even better seeing Peyton in the crowd supporting him. Once he was done he thanked the crowd, getting a few high-fives as he went through the crowd back to the younger girl. “Did I do okay?” It was an honest question and he valued her opinion greatly. “I need another beer.” He chuckled. Then they were calling her name and she was up. “Go kick it in the ass.” He smiled at her reassuringly and runs he arm.

peyton

She watches him emerge into the crowd, shaking her head in awe of how insane he just was. "Are you kidding?" She asks him, her tone still full of the disbelief she was feeling. "If every girl in here didn't already want you, they do now." She joked with him, though honestly kind of seriously. "I can see why you want to go into music." She tells him, reaching out her hand to touch is arm softly to show sincerity. "Me too-" Her heart just about jumps from her chest at her own name, she really hadn't expected Charles to be quite that good and even the thought of following that made her ridiculously nervous. She puts her hands in her face for a second. "I did not have enough tequila for this." She laughs and smiles at him before making her way up to the spot he stood just moments ago. Not quite as confident as the other, she quietly introduces herself, takes a deep breath -- or three -- before starting to sing.

charlie

Peyton was extremely sweet and Charlie felt warm and fuzzy. Both from the compliments and the alcohol. He brushes off her compliment, beyond contrary belief, Charlie didn’t really care for people throwing themselves at him. He liked getting to know people, although he was guilty of having one night stands of course but it was always more to him. Right now, no other women really interested him in the bar except Peyton , not that he would tell her unless she actually showed interest in him. He didn’t want to ruin her night. He gives her another reassuring smile and a thumbs up once she hits the stage. He cheers for her to help her confidence and listens as she sings and ‘oh crap’ she’s actually good. He had no clue she actually knew how to sang. It was almost angelic and Charles was really enjoying it. He’s still watching her until he feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns to see an attractive blonde behind him, trying to buy him a drink and inviting him to leave with her. Charlie politely declines and the girl rolls her eyes as she leaves, not that Charlie really cares and his attention just falls back on the singing girl.

peyton

Thanks in part to the alcohol, and in part to seeing Charles in the audience she can feel herself starting to relax. She starts to sing, pretending she was in the shower and rarely looking anywhere other than the male in the crowd... Singing to someone she knew felt a whole less daunting than singing to a bar full of strangers. She hands the mic back to the man on stage and scrunches her face in a I-can't-believe-i-just-did-that way before quickly returning back to her date for the night in the crowd. "Now can we get a drink?" She asks, resting her forehead on the male's arm as her heart returns to a normal pattern.

charlie

Charlie cheers as she finished her song and opens his arms for her and she comes to him. “You did incredible!” He says excitedly as he hugs her tightly. He nods. “I think we can.” He smiles as he pulls away from the hug but wraps an arm around her, leading her back to the bar. “Hey, two more drafts for the lady and I.” He calls out to their same bartender. “So, I didn’t know you could sing like that.” He told the girl. “Like, hun. Woah.” He says with a grin. He takes the new glass of beer and takes a refreshing gulp. “I’m glad you came out tonight, Pey. I’m having a better time than I imagined.” He tells her sincerely.

peyton

Perhaps it was the adrenaline from singing in public -- something she'd not done since she was in high school -- or perhaps it was the effects of the tequila -- though she was feeling quite sober right now -- but there was something about the older man's arms that were so comforting. They were strong. God, they were so strong. She felt giddy... even if she knew she probably shouldn't. "Thank you." She says reaching for the drink and taking a few decent sips to calm her post karaoke nerves. "I'm not sure about whoa. You are whoa.... But thank you." She says humbly. She leans in closer to him to hear his words clearer. "I'm glad I came out too." She comments, looking into his eyes and not able to stop her gaze from making their way to his lips for a moment. "I'm sorry I haven't found you anyone to go home with yet." She says into his ear, and chews on her lower lip realizing she wasn't actually all that sorry at all. "I mean... I've enjoyed your company."

charlie

Charlie licks his lips, feeling them a bit dry. “You’re definitely woah.” He tells her as he gets closer, he could feel jitters and it was weird but exciting at the same time. He stares back at her eyes and he notices the small glance to his lips and he feels himself blush. “I don’t think I mind at all.” He says genuinely and bites his lip gently. His desire to kiss the girl suddenly grows and keeps growing. “I’ve more than enjoyed your company.” He replies.

peyton

Despite the sensible and usually overpowering voice in her head reminding her that he was older and she was nothing but cute in his mind, Peyton takes a step closer, the gap between them becoming almost non-existent. "I think I'm content with your company for the rest of the night." She says boldly, feeling goosebumps run down her arms at how close and intimate his breath was starting to feeling as her face moved slowly closer to him. She wanted to give him time to move away, to say no. "Because you're whoa." She says in a whisper at this point, before closing the gap between their lips completely, ignoring her better judgement, and giving into her instincts telling her to kiss him.

charlie

He can feel his own breaths getting shallow the closer they got and his heart pounding fast. He felt young again. “Yeah?” He questioned with a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips before he felt hers press against his. There was a connection there and Charlie could feel it, strongly. He smiled into the kiss, his rough hand reaching behind her neck, tangling gently into her hair as the kiss got more heated. So perhaps the feeling was mutual but perhaps it was the alcohol and Charlie didn’t know which one it was but in the moment he didn’t mind. After a few steamy moments, the man pulls away to take a breath. “Woah, indeed.” He laughs, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I don’t think we need any wingman’s tonight.” He announces.

peyton

Peyton felt electric and addicted, like she could keep kissing these lips for the rest of the night and still crave them. She hooks her fingers behind him in the space between his belt and his jeans, her cheeks blushing and her toes curling at the way their lips connected. "You don't think?" She ducks her head, suddenly feeling more nervous than she was when they were a few moments ago. But she can't bring herself to put more space between them. Not if it was going to remind him that she really wasn't the person he should be doing this with. "Now what?"

charlie

Charlie watched the bashful girl and smiled. “Hey, were good.” He says gently. His hand caresses her cheek before pulling her into another kiss. It was definitely a sobering moment and as freaked out as Charlie had been in the past about age, he didn’t care. There was something about Peyton, and he really liked her. “What do you want to do? We could stay here, have a few more drinks... We could go find something to eat if you’re up for that... we could also go back to your place or mine. No pressure, of course.” He suggests. He didn’t want her to think that just because they kissed he was expecting anything more from the girl. He would do whatever she wanted to do, after all it was her night.

peyton

Peyton looks around briefly, feeling eyes on her from people who clearly knew Charles but had no idea who she was. “Let’s get out of here.” She smiles, leaning in boldly to steal another kiss from the older gentleman. “Umm... Do you have beer at your place?” She asks, taking back her hands and running her fingers nervously through her hair. With Lexi in bed and a baby sitter staying the night, she knew she couldn’t go back to her apartment. But Peyton was a homebody and felt much more comfortable in a place where she didn’t have to worry about a room full of people she didn’t know. she also wouldn’t mind being alone with Charles. “No pressure.”

charlie

Charlie nods. “Alright, your wish is my command.” He leaned into her kiss and turned back to the bartender, asking for the tab. “I believe I have a few.” He confirmed with the girl. He signed the tab, leaving a hefty tip and grabbed his card so they could leave. He smiled at the girl and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Lets get out of here.” He tells her as they leave the bar and start walking to their destination. It’s a little chilly when they exit and with Peyton in a small dress, he can imagine how much colder the girl was. He removes his arm from her to take off his blazer and drape it over her shoulder to make sure she was warmer. “As hot as you look in your dress, I’d rather you not freeze and my place is at least 10 more blocks from here.” He chuckles softly.

peyton

Peyton still feels like she shouldn't be letting Charles pay for everything, but before she could object it was done and they were leaving the bar. Which honestly she's thankful for, she was having fun, but most of that was due to the company she was keeping. The cool air of the New York night sends a shiver down her spine almost instantly, and even more so when the warmth of his arm was removed from her shoulders. She was getting accustomed to that arm. "That's very sweet. Thank you" She says sincerely, smiling cheerily. "You really think I look hot?" She asks, still feeling the courage of alcohol. "Not cute?" She adds with a laugh.

charlie

Charlie laughed. “Oh definitely hot. Almost as hot as me.” He teases her. He was definitely aware of how attractive he was and of his assets and for the most part he was humble about it except when he didn’t have to. “Cute was my cover up, okay? I wasn’t exactly sure if you were interested.” He explained himself. “But you are cute. Very cute but in a sexy way.” He grinned, his arm returned to wrap around her. “So, tell me. How is a pretty girl like you still single. I mean I know time is an issue and you have your daughter but there has to have been some guys after you. You’re a total catch.”

peyton

“I can accept that.” Peyton side eyes him, smirking slightly. If she looked like the actor she’d probably say the same thing. He’s the type of man that humbly demanded attention without saying a word. It was hot. “Oh is that so?” She chuckles, leaning into his side a little more. “Well you’re pretty cute in a sexy way too.” Peyton teases. “Ahh... Not really.” She answers honestly and shrugs her shoulders. And if there were, she was probably too tired to pay attention. “ I haven’t been looking to be fair, Lexi comes first. I just want to make sure she can have everything in this world... which means I’m either working or spending time with her.” She pauses and sighs quietly. “Sometimes I feel like since it’s just me that I somehow I have to be twice the parent? Like I have to be there twice as much, and take on every role so she never feels like she missed out.” She shakes her head, realising she suddenly got kind of deep and that was definitely not sexy. “How are you possibly still single anyway, Mr. Jackson?

charlie

Charlie’s furrowed his brows and looked at the girl. “What are you talking about? You’re nice, you’re smart, you love animals, you’re an incredible mom.... I mean the way you talk about Lexi and all you do for her, it’s admirable. She’s going to really appreciate it one day.” He nods at the girl with a smile. “I uh- I recently went through a break up a few months ago. It just wasn’t working out and I was also just going through a lot at the time, still sort of am... but I’m going to therapy and taking medication.... Yeah I know, not what you expected from Mr. tv star.” He shrugged, hoping he hadn’t ruined it with his over sharing.

peyton

“You’re a sweet talker.” She grins. It was nice having someone remind her she was doing the right things for Lexi, she spent for more nights awake worrying it was for nothing than she’d ever admit. Peyton looks up at him as she listened intently to what he was going through, smiling sympathetically. “I learned a long time ago that things aren’t often what you’d expect.” She tells him, pausing and stopping them both on the side walk to look at him properly. “I think you’re brave.” Her tone was sincere and she stretches up to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

charlie

Charlie shrugs “I’m just being honest. You just happen to be a sweet person.” Sharing things about himself scared Charlie. It was probably the number one problem he had with Josh but he was trying to fix that and let people in. They stop and it pulls him out of his thoughts, her words make him smile. He wraps his arms around her waist and leans into her. “Now who’s the sweet talker?” He grins. “I think you’re brave. Taking all you take on, being a single mom... working so hard... you’re incredibly brave.” He responded.

peyton

Peyton blushes, pressing her lips together to stop herself smiling stupidly. “Still you.” She muses with a chuckle. Was it possible for someone’s heart to beat from their chest? Because with her body this close to Charles she felt like it was about to happen any moment. It might have been alcohol, or the fact he was the first person who’s peaked her interested this much in a year, but she felt like a school girl right now — though she hopes he doesn’t think of her too much like that considering that’s what she was she last time they met. “Come on. You must be freezing without your jacket.” She says, reaching for his hand and intertwining her fingers with hers.

charlie

Charlie laughs and shakes his head. It had been a very long time since he felt this attraction to a person, not just physically but there was definitely an unspoken chemistry that the two shared and Charles let himself go along with it. He was enjoying himself so much and he didn't want this night to end. He squeezes her hand and bumps into her playfully as they walked in silence, a good kind of silence. So enough they were at Charlie's building. He remembered a time when he had to work two job 24/7 just to afford to live here and now, it wasn't even something he thought about. "This is me." He smiles as he lets go of her hand to punch in the security code that let them into the building. "Codes 1218, just in case you ever need it." He tells her as he leads her to the elevator in the nice lobby. It was one of the nicer apartment complexes in the area and he lived in one of the bigger apartments with his best friend. "Also I have a roommate but i believe she's out of town so, we're good."

peyton

"Wow." The word had quietly escaped her lips before she had a chance to stop it. She knew places like this existed in New York, but she'd never once stepped foot in an apartment building that felt like it could be out of a film. "You don't need to tell me your code." She ducks her head, smiling and shaking her head. She can't stop her eyes from gazing around the foyer, and even the elevator was... well it was working which was a step up from her apartment building. An apartment building like this made her feel... small. "I have a roommate too." She jokes. "Except she is very much in town." She squeezes onto his hand. "So do you film Supernatural in New York or?" She asks, genuinely curious.

charlie

Charlie chuckles at her joke. “You’re funny.” He pulls her in and kisses her as he presses the button for the elevator. Once inside he presses the button for the 15th floor. “I film upstate, so yes, New York just not in the city.” He tells her, the elevator stops at his floor and he leads the young lady to his door. He pulls out his key and opens the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He grins and holds the door open for her. His apartment was definitely more on the homey side, not as luxurious as people would expect but he did have a large tv, something he really wanted to splurge on.

peyton

Peyton shushes him, smiling against his lips when they kiss. "I umm..." She feels slightly light headed after kissing him and tries to remember how to think straight. "I haven't been to upstate New York. What's it like?" She asks, following him into his apartment and looking around in awe again. It wasn't as 'fancy' as the foyer, but it was at least double the size of her small New York apartment. "I'm glad you didn't see my apartment." She jokes, bumping his side playfully as her eyes to scan the room. "Can I be honest?" She turns to him, hand still holding his for comfort.

charlie

Charlie bites his lip, “Gorgeous. Upstate is amazing. Full of trees and large open space. The air is fresh and you can actually breathe.” He explains. “I’m sure your apartment is great.” He responds to her. “I think I’d prefer if you were honest with me.” He tells her with a small squeeze of her hand.

peyton

"I miss being able to breathe freely." Peyton comments, thinking back to what it was like on the farm where there was nothing but space and fresh air. "I'm sure I'll get there one day." She takes a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before speaking. "I have no idea what I'm doing." She admits with a giggle. "I know the intention was to find me someone to... You know, but I don't know if I'm that person?" She ducks her head, feeling her cheeks warm with each word she speaks. "Do you think we can we just... drink beer?" And make out. But she leaves that last part out incase by taking the offer of sex off the table he was no longer going to be interested in spending time with her.

charlie

Charlie squeezes her hand again reassuringly. “I don’t think we ever really know what we’re doing... we just do what feels right, y’know?” Charlie frowns a bit but not because he’s disappointed but because he never wanted the girl to feel uncomfortable around him. “I told you back at the bar, no pressure. Meaning we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with...” He offers her a smile. “So beer... and perhaps food? I’m a little hungry to be honest.” He suggests.

peyton

Peyton breathes a silent sigh of relief. She was human... of course she wanted him like. But the last time she had a drunk one night stand, she got Lexi. So, it was pretty obvious the universe was trying to tell her she wasn’t built that way. She nods. “I know, I know.” Her tone is soft, and she’s trying to stay upbeat but she saw the way he frowned when she said she didn’t want to sleep with him and she felt guilty. “I’m still sorry... I probably should have let you find that supermodel, hey?” She says with a chuckle, pulling back her hands and moving her hair behind her ears. “Oh my goodness, yes! Food sounds amazing.” She comments excitedly, taking off the man’s jacket and placing it gently on his side table. “Please tell me there’s not like a private chef in here or something?” She teases.

charlie

Charlie shakes his head at her. “Hey, don’t be sorry. Believe it or not, I prefer when people aren’t throwing themselves at me.” He assures her. “I just want you to be comfortable, Pey. Sex isn’t the be all end all. At least not to me. I mean, sure it’s fun but I’m not that superficial.” He laughed. “No private chefs, although my roommate is a pastry chef so there’s probably some form of cake in the fridge and there should be left over Chinese.” He tells her with a smile, coming up behind her and rubbing her shoulders.

peyton

Peyton chews a little at the inside of her lip, thankful she had ended up here and wasn't having the 'I don't think I can sleep with you tonight' talk to a total stranger. Even if it had been ten years since she'd last seen Charles. Her eyes follow the older gentleman's movement, her face bright when his hands fall on her shoulders. "You're making it hard to think about food." She giggles, cocking her head to the side. "But it's hard to say no to cake and chinese food. Especially cake made by a pastry chef... Let her know if she ever needs a new room mate." She jokes.

charlie

Charlie chuckles and kisses the side of her neck before leading them to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge as he pulls out half an eaten chocolate cake and then pulls out the carton of chicken fried rice. “Are you trying to keep me all alone in this apartment?” He asked with a smirk. He throws the carton into the microwave to warm it up and as it does he also pulls out another couple beers, opening one for Peyton and himself. “Here.” He smiles.

peyton

"Don't I already have you all alone in this apartment?" She asks with a teasing tone, turning to look around the apartment. "Unless your apartment is haunted and you left that part out." Peyton takes the beer from his hand, smiling thankfully and bringing it to her lips before speaking. "My daughter would love your television, by the way." She comments, thinking back to seeing it when they first walked in. "She'd think she was actually in Jurassic Park." Peyton couldn't help it, she was always going to be that person who brought up her kid.

charlie

“Maybe, who knows.” He shrugs teasingly. “Kidding, yeah you do have me all alone, right now.” He chuckled and sips his beer. “You should bring her over sometime, make a movie night out of it.” He offers the girl genuinely. He wouldn’t mind having a little one around. He laughs at the Jurassic park comment. “That’s adorable.”(edited)

peyton

Peyton is a little taken back by the offer, but figures she'll go with it. She wasn't the type of person to hold him to it if in the morning he was sober and regretted the decision to spend more time together. She nods. "I'm sure she'd love that." She responds, leaning against the bench and crossing her feet in front of her. "She's sort of obsessed with dinosaurs." Peyton smiles widely and pulls out her phone, navigating to the gallery and scrolling through the photos while leaning in next to him to show the multitude of dinosaur related pics. "This... Probably isn't what you want to talk about." She blushes and realises this wasn't exactly sexy talk. "Sorry." Peyton locks her phone, smiling bashfully. "Habit."

charlie

Charlie leans into her and looks at the pictures with a soft smile. “She’s very cute.” He chuckled. The microwave beeps and Charlie carefully takes the food out of it. He grabs a couple chopsticks from his drawer and leads them back to the living room. “What? You’re fine, hun. I mean Lexi is like 90 percent of your life. I get it.” He nods and sits on the comfortable couch. “Come, get comfortable.”

peyton

"Probably more like 95 percent... The other five percent are animals." She laughs. He might not get it personally, but at least he wasn't making her feel like a crazy person. She follows him to the couch sitting down next to him with her legs folded underneath her and places the beer carefully on the table in front of her. "Okey dokey." Her eyebrows raise when she takes the chopsticks from him, biting her lip in concentration as she works out how to hold them in her fingers for the hundredth time in her life so she can actually eat the food. She giggles softly, still a little buzzed from the alcohol and attempts to try and pick up the food for it to only fall immediately back into the box. "Is now a good time to mention I can't use chopsticks to save my life?"

charlie

Charlie watches the girl take the first bite and fail and it’s the most charming thing he’d ever seen. He laughs at the young girl and shakes his head, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking at the dish and then holding it to her mouth. “Here.” He offers in between chuckles. “God, you’re cute.” He tells her. “I can grab you a fork.” He offers.

peyton

Peyton looks at him with appreciation when he offers her food with his own chopsticks, taking it happily. "You're so kind." She muses quietly, cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment. "There you go again using the c word." She laughs, nudging him playfully. "Oh it's okay... We're already sitting down. And I sort of don't want you to move?" She says leaning forward and picking up the beer from the table to sip it.

charlie

Charlie bites his lip with a chuckle. “I can’t help it. You are the epitome of sexy cute.” He shrugs as though it was obvious. He takes his own bite of food and smiles with his mouth closed, savoring the food. “Mm. Chinese always taste better the second day I swear.” He moans. “Oh so you just wants me to feed you all night?” He raises a brow suggestively and grins.

peyton

Peyton shakes her head, her lips pressed together in a smile. "That's not... no." She replies, laughing. "I'm going to ban you from saying it." She can't stop her eyes from travelling to Charle's lips as he talks, the innocent sounds he's making as he does definitely isn't helping. But Peyton really didn't want to lead him on, so instead she quickly diverts her eyes, picking at the label of the beer bottle in her hands. "I mean, you're clearly the expert chopsticks user here... And you wouldn't starve me, would you?"

charlie

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Fine. I won’t compliment you anymore. Is that what you want?” He raises his brow, questioning. He grins “I would never let you starve.” He picks up another mouthful and offers it to her. He sighs happily and it’s almost weird to him how easy this is. How... natural it feels for him to tell her how he’s feeling. “I had a really great time with you tonight. Hell, best time I’ve had in a while...You’re really easy to talk to and it’s usually hard for people to have me let them in like this... Maybe it’s the meds, cause I know it’s not the drinks.” He shrugs.

peyton

“No... I mean, yes.” Peyton crinkles her nose, her flustered laugh filling the air. “Shhh, you make it hard to think straight.” Or maybe it was alcohol, but either way she was struggling with sentences right now. “I just mean, the last time you saw me I was... young. And I guess when you call me cute I feel like you still see me as the heart eyed schoolgirl.” She brings the beer up to her lips, taking a couple of long gulps before holding out her hand defensively. “Not that I was a heart eyed school girl for you. But yeah.” Her voice trails and she turns to eat the food he was offering, humming happily as she did. “I had a really good time with you too.” She says genuinely when her mouth was empty. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

charlie

Charlie bit his lip and laughed quietly at the girl as she stammered. He took in what she said and tilted his head just a bit, his eyebrows raising. He set the food down on the table “I can definitely... assure you that I don’t see you as a heart eyed school girl.” He spoke quietly, seductively as his hand began to trail on her leg, just soft traces. “I can also prove it.” He says whispering into her ear. He’s not expecting this to go any further because of her asking earlier but he liked to tease and he would stop if she asked. “Maybe another time though, when you’re up for it.” He assures her as he pulls back, hand and all.

peyton

Peyton’s heart suddenly felt like it was about to beat out of her chest again as she watches the way his eyes change from sweet to sexy. “Y-yeah?” She stumbles, far too distracted by his hand to speak fluently. Her eyes flutter shut briefly and before she can even try and find words he’s pulled back, and faint groan escapes her lips. “Okay. Point proven.” She swallows, her lips twisting really not knowing what to say in this situation. “Maybe another time.” She quietly repeats his words with a small smile. Even somewhat tipsy Peyton knew she wouldn’t give in to sleeping with him, as much as she may want to right now.

charlie

Charlie smiles at her, his hand back on her shoulder in a friendly and comforting manner. “Hey, relax. I’m just teasing you. How about a movie to go along with our food and drinks? Or tv show? Whatever your preference might be?” He asks her as he grabs the remote from the side table, turning on the tv. “What do you want to watch?” He asks her with a simple smile.

peyton

"Anything without dinosaurs." She responds with a serious smile. "And nothing that could possibly be featured on Nick Jnr." Peyton's skin was still buzzing from where Charles hand had been, and her lips still tingling from kissing him earlier. He might not see her as a heart eyed school girl, but that's how she felt around him. God, she wanted to kiss him again. "But I'll leave the executive decision on what to watch up to you... Try not to show your age too much though." She teases, getting more comfortable on the couch and resting her head against the male.

charlie

“Dinosaurs, hm.” The only dinosaur movies he was really aware of were the Jurassic Park and world movies and he had the newest one on digital so he shrugged and started playing it on the tv. “Old jokes, very funny.” He said sarcastically with a playful chuckle. He wrapped an arm around the girl, getting comfortable with her. “Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom it is.... although I really should let you suffer through all the supernatural seasons.” He raises a brow.

peyton

Peyton lifts a brow when Jurassic Park starts playing, and she realizes he only heard half of what she had said. She smiles to herself, honestly not really caring at this point. She'd seen the film about a hundred times, but that just meant she didn't need to focus -- which was probably a good thing because it was sort of hard to do when he was around. "After karaoke I had to." She teases. "Honestly, I don't think I'm emotionally prepared to sit through all thirty seasons of supernatural." She comments, resting her hand on his leg and tracing her fingers absentmindedly over the fabric of his jeans.

charlie

Charlie hadn't even realized the 'out' part of without when he put the movie on. He even found it weird that she would still want to watch these movies when her daughter watched them all the time. But maybe she missed Lexi and wanted to feel close to her. He didn't question it. "It's only 14 and honestly I'd only make you watch the one i'm in sooo only one." He chuckles and kisses the top of her head. The fingers tracing his leg definitely being felt and even giving him a small set of chills. He bit his lip, trying to think of unsexy things so he wouldn't suddenly get hard in her presence. It wasn't entirely working.

peyton

“Only 14?” She giggles, shaking her head. “I can’t just watch your season... I grew up watching Gilmore Girls, I’m gonna be watching for Dean.” She teases him and looks up at his face, her eyes lingering on his features. He was so pretty. “Do you want to kiss me?” She asks in a bold moment. “Because I don’t think I can watch anything when it’s all I’m thinking about.”

charlie

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I had to watch all of them for research. Ackles was a talented fella." He shrugs. "Ah, so you're a Padalecki fan. Alright, i get it. I guess he is pretty." He rolled his eyes and then her question peaks his interest. "I would love to kiss you, Pey." He says gingerly as he grabs onto her waist and turns her towards him, partially on his lap. "Are you going to kiss me now?" He asks her with a smile.

peyton

Peyton gasps a little under her breath when he turns her, her cheeks warming and her heart racing something crazy. She nods, though she knows it's probably a hypothetical question. "Definitely". She murmurs against his lips before closing the gap and letting her lips fully immerse themselves in his. The taste of beer on his tongue feels more alcoholic than all the drinks she'd had earlier in the night. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, her fingers twisting into the back of hair and tugs gently as she tries to deepen the kiss between them.

charlie

Charlie smiles into the kiss as he pulls her in closer, his arms wrapping around her upper thighs making her dress ride up, his hand resting on the swell of her ass. The tug on his hair makes him squeeze her ass instinctively and moan mildly, it also wasn't really helping his problem from before. He let her into the kiss, his mouth parting and soon there were lips and tongue and it was getting hotter and hotter. Charlie wasn't exactly sure where this was leading but he trusted that the girl would stop them if she didn't want to go any further.

peyton

It had been so long since Peyton had felt this close to someone, in so many senses of the word. With their bodies flush together she wasn't sure how she was meant to stop herself from going further with this man. In this second she wasn't sure if she wanted to. She grinds against his hips in response to his moaning, feeling him hard against her and smirking against him for a moment. Spending day in and day out either covered in crayons or animal fur wasn't a recipe for feeling sexy, but Charles? Charles made her feel sexy. She moves one hand from his hair, trailing it down his body, wanting more and more to touch him everywhere.

charlie

The longer this went on, the harder it was for Charlie to control himself and let her take the lead. If it was up to him the would already be in the bedroom with less clothing. He wanted more, of course he did, but he was anxious to upset the girl by going too far. Their hips crashing together, has him groaning softly in her mouth, he pulls away from her lips briefly to attach his lips to her neck. "You keep doing that and I don't know if i'll be able to control myself." He warns in a deep gritty voice.

peyton

"Maybe I don't want you to control yourself?" She feels herself moan, her eyes closing as his lips explore her neck. But she was drunk, and she didn't do this... She just didn't know how to put that into words right now. She didn't want to be that girl, the one who went home with someone, led them on and then left them disappointed and angry. Her breath hitches in her throat, and she hesitates for a moment before finding his lips with hers again.

charlie

Charlie can almost feel the hesitation in her body. The desire to be with someone this intimately was always strong in most people and Charlie understood that. He also wasn't as intoxicated as the young girl was and he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability and desire when she had clearly stated earlier that she didn't want to do this. He stopped them, his hand coming up to cup her cheek so he could look at her. "Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to." He tells her quietly. "I don't want you to feel pressured even if this is something I want>" He tells her honestly because of course it's something he wants.

peyton

Peyton brings her hand up to cover his gently on her cheek, she wants to say yes. But she can't. She takes a deep breath, her heart thudding so hard she was sure he could hear it, and she shakes her head. "It's not you." She whispers sincerely leaning in so her forehead was touching his. "I'm human, and you're... gorgeous. But no. This isn't me." As much as she wants it to be. "I'm sorry." She breathes, sliding from his hips to sit next to him. "I can go..."

charlie

Charlie nods and catches her lips in a chaste kiss before she slides off. "You don't have to apologize, Peyton." He assured her with a soft yawn. "Do you want to leave? Cause I rather like your company, just let me take a quick shower? Take a breather for a moment before we try to jump our bones again." He chuckles and squeezes her arm.

peyton

She presses her lips together, smiling awkwardly. "I should probably leave." She says with a shrug. "Lexi is going to wake up in about four hours and I should try and get some sleep before then." She chuckles, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly. "But thank you for taking me out tonight... And bringing me back here. You're really sweet." She muses, tucking her hair back behind her ear. "Don't be a stranger." Peyton stands up, her dress falling back to where it was before making out.

charlie

Charlie can't help but be a bit disappointed that she's leaving, but he wasn't going to argue with her especially when she mentioned her daughter. He stands with her and nods, "Don't worry about it, anytime." He smiles at her. "Let me walk you home at least..." He offers as he grabs a sweater that was lying on the small chair in the room and hands it to Peyton. " Here, it's cold outside."

peyton

Peyton wasn't going to turn his offer, partly because it wasn't a brilliant idea to walk home by herself at this time in New York city, but mostly because she selfishly wanted to spend more time with him. She bites her lip timidly, taking the sweater and slipping it over her head. It was sort of huge on her, but it was warm and oddly comforting. "What about your shower?"

charlie

Charlie grabs his blazer from before and slips it on, offering Peyton a smile. "Eh, The new York city air will work just the same." He winks as he discreetly tries to adjust himself, seeing that his pants felt tighter due to the obvious. "Ready to go?" He asks as he grabs his keys so they could leave.

peyton

She can't stop herself from laughing a little, suddenly realizing why he was going to have a shower in the first place. Admittedly she's sort of thankful it wasn't just an excuse for him to leave the room. "I'm ready." She says, nudging him playfully and walking to the door. Still sort of in awe about how cool his apartment was. "I think I'm going to keep this sweater, by the way." She teases as she hugs it into her chest.

charlie

Charlie looks at her when she laughs and chuckles with her. "I told you, you were hot." He reasons with her and bites his lip. "Alright, lets get out of here and get you home to your beautiful daughter." He smiles and grabs her hand. " You're keeping my cozy sweater? Maybe I'm just letting you borrow it." He raised a brow as they enter the elevator back down. "I want to do this again with you... Maybe I can take you to dinner next time?" He asks her.

peyton

The corners of Peyton's lips tug when he mentions her daughter, it wasn't going to be something most people would understand, but she kind of missed her already. She squeezes at his hand, lifting a shoulder into a half shrug. "Exactly. Borrowing forever." She jokes with him, knowing that she'd give it back once they got to her apartment. "You do?" She looks up at him with a raised brow. "You want me to be your wing-woman again... Because I don't think I did the job I promised."

charlie

“I think you did an excellent job.” He told her. “Plus, I don’t think I’ll need a wing woman anymore.” He smiles at her as they walked into the cold New York air. “Yeah, I want to take you on a proper date. If that’s something you want.” He lets her know. He was really into Peyton and while Charlie liked most people, he really never felt this sort of connection.

peyton

"Well thank you. I'll make a note to put "professional wing woman" on my resume" She tilts her head, swinging their arms a little in a way that she's used to doing with Lexi. "Though I'm not sure why any vet clinics would care about whether or not I can get a guy a girl's number." She chuckles, and tries not to act as taken back by Charles wanting to take her on a date than she actually is. "I think I'd like that, honestly."

charlie

He laughs “You’re funny. I like that.” Charlie sighs in relief when she says she would and he smiles. “Yeah, good. Cause I would love to take you out to dinner or breakfast or lunch. I know you’re a busy woman, so whenever you have time to fit me into your busy schedule then it works for me.” He smiles at her and brings her hand up to his lips to kiss it.

peyton

“I am busy, yeah, but you’re a tv star... somehow I think you might be just as busy as I am.” She tells him with a smile. “But I’ll check the incredibly unorganised calendar on my fridge and get back to you.” Peyton doesn’t want Charlie feeling bad in the morning if he decides she’s too young for him, or comes with too much baggage (even if her baggage was the world’s most beautiful girl), so she doesn’t commit to a day or time. That way there would be no awkward situation for him to try and get out of if he wanted to. Tonight wasn’t the night she had expected, honestly she’d thought maybe she’d just try and get one guys number have a couple of drinks and come home... but this was good. This was really good.

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The lighting went off and on again while the souls in the room refused to cease motion.The fan went around and around just like her soul with a glistening shiny heart inside.One turn,two turns,three.......

The sweat glistened against his caramel skin as his thoughts raced faster than he could comprehend.Eyes on her feet,he watched the way she moved quickly on her feet,most would find it impressive due to her age and level of experience looking at how she had extreme control over her body.

But not him.

You looked over to the figure that had been watching you the whole time with expectant eyes,waiting for a single word.He kept focusing on one spot that was not your body to think,all he could think about was the step design you’ve made and how complex your thought pattern was,finding it hard to follow through.

“Too complicated.”he breathed out and stood up.

Your expectant eyes were lost now that he hit you with another harsh critique.It was not the first time today that he had told you this,on the afternoon as well as the morning you got to see him.

After seeing you work in the class he invited you,he was able to get around your skills.He thought you were a complex puzzle to solve with much of a mature attitude from your classmates due to your level of experience in different areas of dance but unfortunately,that meant that you were an expert in none.

You watched his simplified steps,his leg rising up and he met the floor with his back soon.You nodded,trying to suit that in your style.A beat on your mind,you started to mimic his moves from before,adding a flare into it so that it was still your body that was being taken over by his moves.

“Alright.”he said with a bitter chuckle after he saw what you had done,adding your own moved to the end and adding a swing to his motionless steps.

Or at least that’s what you had thought.

After that class,you had found out that he was one of the best of the best around,probably better than anyone you met including the classic ballet dancers you met in Paris that one time.He was experienced in less areas than you were but his expertise on each one was extreme to begin with.

He had offered to teach you contemporary,a bit more deeper than what you knew.After spending a week with his angry soul,you got to know a little bit more about his character.

He was quite grumpy,because he had some ambitions he was not able to reach,he took the anger on his students.He was quiet sometimes,especially in the mornings because another new choreography would be roaming around his mind and until he let his body follow his mind,he wouldn’t be free at last.

He wore simple outfits that highlighted the right parts for his students to see.Every student,does not matter the gender,had a small crush on him because of how eloquent he seemed.His round glasses and silky hair were just a bonus to his angelic smile and cutesy giggle,but you tried to ignore these as much as possible,you were there to learn and nothing else.

“You’re quite stubborn yet creative.”he giggled once again,taking his jacket and walking away.

It had been 6 hours of practice in total today and it was already midnight when you got out of the studio.Just when you were about to walk away with a small goodbye wave,he took your arm and pulled you after him,making you follow.You stayed quite knowing how he had a nervous day today.

After 10 minutes,you were in front of a chicken place that was open 24/7.Your eyes traveled to his when he walked inside with your hand on his,his intentions being obvious.After sitting down all of a sudden,you refused.Standing in front of the table he was located,you just looked at his eyes for an explanation as you always did.

“Sit!”he said,yanking to your arm for you to sit.

“W-Why are we here?”you said,trying to be quiet to sound less disrespectful as he was older than you.

“To enjoy.”he smiled while eating some appetizers.

You kept looking at his jacket instead of him the whole time.This was not the first time something like this had happened.He had taken you out without your permission before,would sometimes order food for you and only you.Holding your hand while guiding you through some steps even tough it was just footwork.He had kissed your cheek a week before while saying goodbye and expected you to do nothing about it.

You were confused at what he was trying to do,your feelings and mind worked differently when he was around.Even though you told yourself that it was just about dance when he was around,your heart always jumped a little every time you caught a sight of him and his amazing smell.

You ate the food quietly while he talked about somethings about a competition he wanted you to take a part in,even though he knew you would refuse.Although he did not think you were quite a professional yet,he was so extremely impressed by the level of skill you had.

But even so,he was not the type to teach a girl somethings,the main reason was your soul.Every move you made,like had seen in the first class you took,were made by you,reinvented as to who you are and what matched your attitude.You took certain things out in a choreo,turned it around to be yours and yours only and presented it as something completely different which he found fascinating.

Because that’s what he used to do.

When he was a dancer with no injury,he was quite the angel as they called him.His moved and attitude were so close to yours but he lost it even before grasping it due to greediness.He saw a piece of himself in you which was full of thrill and hope for him,that was lost in the sea of life before he had a chance of seeing it.

So when his colleagues asked him about why he chose you to train,out of 400 students,he simply shrugged his shoulders because deep down,the answer scared him.

He was interested in you.

Not only the way you thought which he found complex in an exclusive way but also your soul.You were one of a kind of for him and out of all the people he met until you,he was not sure what he was looking for.Your eyes,your smile and even the way you shook your leg before the dance practices made him feel some type of way but he did not want to go there.Admitting that he found you interesting,accepting his feelings were too much of a burden for his soul.

Because he was scared.

He had been there before,walking behind some girl he met because he thought she was special but after all the care and understanding he tended to give her,all he got was a note telling him that he was not the one.Investing too much in the false person had taught him to be cautious,to take it slow to see the true colors of the person and that’s what he was doing with you.

Doing sudden things and testing your patience was his way of getting to know you as quick as possible because he was afraid that you would show a different colors he was familiar with yet scared to see.He watched you eat silently during the dinner,no one talked:maybe because you were both hungry from all the practice or there was this tension you had found earlier that seemed to be in between you and him.

After he paid for the meal,you watched the sky waiting for him.It was already 2 am and your sleep was nowhere to be seen which seemed to surprising with how sleepy you were in daily life.You watched as the sky did not change,not even one star was at sight as you tried to look closely,better to see one star which would give you hope at that moment.

It took him longer than usual to pay while you waited but what you did not know was that he had paid earlier,he was just watching you.Some would call this observation but he was trying to get to know you to details because unlike other people,he did not let other people interfere with his life so easily,especially go to meals at 2 am after hours spent together that morning.

But somehow,it felt good.It was not forced and there wasn’t a sense of teacher and student,it was more like two people helping each other out.He felt at ease,his heart was calm and settled next to you which was rare,given his deceased social life he refused to think about.

And for the next hour or so,you walked.He talked about a few dance moves and how you could execute them,about how he was busy next week and could not practice and also about the sky that stayed above.You did not say anything and just listened,it felt wrong to interrupt him at that moment as he went on and on about his ballet moves.

“How’s friday?”he asked just before you were about to walk into the apartment.

“It’s good.”you smiled as he mirrored your action on his face.You did not open the door this time and silently,walked towards his figure.

“Thank you for what you’re doing,I heard that you don’t do this often with students.”you smiled,empathy in his eyes as you talked.

“It’s nothing.I just felt like doing it for you.”he said,scratching the back of his head.

“I see.”you said,the night seeming too dark and your mind too fuzzy to think about what to say.“Why?”you took him by surprise as he chuckled.

“I.....I just thought that you were special.”he said,his nervousness all over his face.

“You are.”he nodded.

It was not the typical conversation you would have with him but the time was running out and you needed to know if that tiny feeling you had in your heart would have a return and when he said his last words,a seed of hope was planted in your heart,soon to be watered.

You read the last page of the essay before closing it and putting your head onto the table,it was a tiring day of work and frustration.Seeing the orange color of the buildings due to the setting sky,you looked at the clock on the wall in front of you,still 30 minutes to go.

After your mind being threatened by the paper you just read,you decided to walk around and be a little bit early.Watching the sun set as the weekday rush kicked in before 6 pm,you watched your surroundings.It was a peaceful day for most,not exactly for you.

Making your way into the studio and stretching slowly,you watched your whole body bend in the mirror.It was one of the favorite parts for you as you heard the sounds of steps coming from the hallway.There was still 10 minutes left for the break but there would of course be early students,you thought.

While the hurried steps came closer to the room,you kept on doing the stretched,hoping the person would not initiate a conversation while walking in.After a few seconds,he was there.

Your eyes met in the mirror,his hair was messy and breath unsteady.You could tell he had been rushing here while he walked towards you,holding your hand in a heartbeat while dragging you with him.It was the first time this was happening and you were not quite sure why.

“K-Kai,where are we going?!”you managed to breath out before he headed to the stairs.You watched as his face changed after hearing your voice,a soft murmur and you were at the terrace of the place.

You looked at him as he let go of your hand,releasing your wrist that he had been dragging you with.His face could not be read at that moment as it filled with anger,confusion and adoration all at once as he looked at you,his hands running through his silky hair while the orange sunlight hit his face,making him look like a postcard picture.

He looked at the floor before speaking.“Look....I-I need to tell you something.”he watched your terrified face for him.

The truth was that his heart wouldn’t let go this time.After seeing you that night under the dark sky with lights on your frame,he was not able to let go the thought of you.He had thought about you all night instead of sleeping:your laugh and sweet words filled his dreams and when he woke up in the morning,there was a huge heavy feeling in his chest that made it harder to get through the day.

He was soon aware that he wouldn’t,couldn’t live like this and he had to tell you.anything and everything.

“I have feelings for you.”he shook his head while speaking,like he did not want to say it because he knew how wrong it was,you were his student after all.“I-............I’ve had them for a long time and I did not want to say anything but it’s..a lot.I’m feeling a lot for you.”he was holding his chest now.“And for my own good,I had to tell you.”he laughed,in disbelief this time as he did something he would never do,it was his first time confessing to somebody and he thought,it was not the best feeling in this world.

You nodded,the seed in your heart growing into a tree in a matter of seconds as a smile found your lips,even though you knew it was wrong to be happy about it.You looked at his face,desperation and relief both washed over his soul.

“It’s mutual then.”

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take the risk - chapter 3

Archie Sutton wants to be a professional surfer. Gorillaz is a garage band that plays on the beach. Archie’s infatuation with one of the members makes everything so much better. But will a little rock in the ocean halt him from achieving his dreams?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Au by @putinsstepdad

Read it on ao3 here

There’s a song for every chapter

This fic has gone further than I expected but it’s getting to those good goods yknow also I don’t edit so hhhhhhsorry

6k words/over 17k in total so far

some and then a cut

Archie stared at the floor of his van and how clean it was. Well, as clean as he could get a slab of carpet that was mostly taken up by his bed, television, and record player. It’s been so dirty for the past few days, which usually it doesn’t bother him, but it started to because there was chocolate melded to it and it wasn’t easy to walk around every day. He’s been working a little more recently and between that, surf practice, and plans to hang out with 2D, he hasn’t gotten to it in a few days. So he busted out his very few cleaning supplies and fixed it up because tonight he was going to hang out with 2D after a long couple days without.

Sitting on his creaky futon, Archie pulled out his phone and scrolled mindlessly on it, waiting patiently for ten thirty to arrive. 2D got off work late today but finally for once he wasn’t staying at Russ’s to work on new songs or performance prep. Archie set down his phone on the bed and stared at the wall. It’s been a busy week so far, for everyone he knew actually. He didn’t really know why, but Surf’s Up was on its way in two weeks and Archie has been taking up a few more shifts to cover the entrance cost. It wasn’t much, but he also wanted to get his board done and that was a pretty nice cut out of his wallet. As Archie sits and waits for 2D to arrive, he reminisces about the busy week everyone’s had, starting with the first day.

The summer sun was nice, warm, brought in lots of customers and increased productivity for everyone. These were the perfect surfing days, great weather to ride the waves and get those little pink sunburns below your eye bags that would turn into a bronze blush in a few days. It was always hot in Florida year round, but now that it was midsummer it was blazing every day. This is a good thing. Sometimes, though, it was irritating as hell. Quite literally. The burning sun turned Archie’s van from a cool hang out spot into a sauna as early as eight in the morning, awakening him from his deep slumber covered in a sweaty shirt from his vehicle that decided to turn into a Jiffy Pop.

Archie opened his eyes and viewed the ceiling of his van with a dizzy glare. Fragments of his vision were still black and hazy but they adjusted to the white ceiling quickly. He can practically see steam coming off of him and he feels like he just got out of a shower with how wet his back and hair was. Tiredly, he leans to his right and focuses on the floor of his van that was currently covered in candy, junk food, and accidentally-spilled weed atop Archie’s already dirty and stained carpet. It was normal for the floor to be a mess the morning after hanging out with someone, especially 2D, who was actually a moderately clean person but with the way him and Archie hang out, it never ended clean.

The relationship between Archie and 2D was quite different since their first hang out over a month ago, yet the same in a lot of ways. They shared laughs and stupid jokes like normal friends would do, adding in the frequent nights either getting high or drinking while hanging out with friends or spending time alone with movies in Archie’s van. The activities that the two partook in together were normal, regular things that best friends would do, but it was different. The familiar smiles and random glances matched with pairs of eyes averting in response was no strange occurrence, along with subtle knee touches, maybe a shoulder brush or a hand casually laying on the other. But it wasn’t strange. To Archie it wasn’t weird or different or out of the ordinary. Every single move and every day him and 2D spent together felt...normal, yet so exhilarating. Adrenaline rushed through Archie’s veins the same way it did the moments leading up to a competition or when he successfully rides a giant wave, even when he was laying down the most relaxed way possible. As long as he was with 2D, that feeling remained with him and frankly, it kind of drove him crazy.

Despite it all, the passed six or seven weeks have been the most fun Archie has probably ever had. He met up with 2D, Russ, Murdoc, and Noodle often after concerts and, if schedules lined up, hung out with everyone for movie night or beer and stories at Russ’s house. Lindsay was invited a couple times too after Archie mentioned his relationship with her and by that time she’d actually already met 2D a few times. If Lindsay ever worked later than Archie she’d stop by his van to hang out for a few minutes before heading home to study or sleep and once 2D began coming around to hang out in Archie’s van, it was inevitable for him and Lindsay to meet. She even joined in on a few beer nights at Russel’s. Noodle took an immediate liking to Lindsay because she’s no longer the only girl of the group and the two girls are pretty good friends at this point, strangely close, like Archie and 2D.

But this hanging out was not often. They all had jobs, Archie included, and that was hard to match up in itself, let alone a band schedule with practices and performances, but it was fun. Four months ago Archie would have brushed off any person that said he could be friends with one of the band members from Gorillaz. Now he was going to party stores at midnight to buy foreign alcohol and junk food with his favorite blue-haired singer that had chocolate cravings like a teenage girl on her period, just like the night before.

The night before. As Archie examined the floor of his van, all he could see was last night with 2D. Candy, melting from the heat and stuck to his floor, his bong, still left in the wide open next to his futon, (not like he’d get caught anyways, being in his van and all), The Evil Dead title screen playing on loop on his television still, and the blanket covering most of his floor that he gave 2D last night to sleep with. There wasn’t a lot of floor room between the futon and the television, Archie invited 2D to just sleep next to him on the futon but he wouldn’t comply, even though it’s not like they haven’t slept in the same bed a few times before. Archie doesn’t even understand how 2D laid comfortably on his floor with that little room, but he did some way or another.

Regardless, 2D wasn’t there anymore. Archie checked his watch and saw that it was only nearing ten in the morning but remembers 2D mentioning previously that he had to work early to take over the third shifters at some crazy hour of the morning.

Archie groaned and sat up to lean across his van and grab the door handle to pull open the slider and let in some air. Immediately the entire van was filled with cooler air, though it was still well over seventy degrees, it cooled the sweat on his back. Archie searched his hips through his pockets for his phone, noticing he must’ve slept in his jeans last night. Archie found his pockets to be empty and began rummaging around his van for his phone, lifting his blankets and looking under, then lifting the blanket he gave 2D and finding something, but not his phone. It was a white tank top that surely wasn’t his and after picking it up and straightening it out, it was evidential to be 2D’s white tank top with grey writing, the same one he wore when Archie first met him.

Squinting in thought, Archie pondered why 2D left his shirt in his van. Yeah, it got hot in the night a lot of the time so he probably just took it off, but how did he leave without it? Did he just leave with only wearing his jacket, not noticing he didn’t have a shirt at all? Archie smiled fondly at the thought and set the shirt down beside him and glanced to where the top was placed previously on the floor, there laying Archie’s cell phone. He quickly scooped it up and turned his screen on and opened his messenger.

Want to hang out later?

The question was repeated exactly from both Archie and 2D maybe thirty times in their earlier messages. It was a pretty frequent one, pretty much daily. Archie lays back on his futon and lets out a sigh. 2D was at work and that meant he’d have to wait forever for a reply. He lifts up 2D’s tank top again and examines it before a vibration averts his attention again. His phone.

Possible, don’t know yet. P.S please come save me. It’s deafeningly quiet in here.

Archie grins at the message and shakes his head, formulating a reply.

A: Maybe. Got any munchos yet?

D: No but if you come here I will literally buy you every bag of chips on these shelves.

A: How about I come on your break and you can drive me somewhere that has munchos?

D: 10:30?

A: I’ll be there.

Archie sat up again and stretched his arms above his head. To catch up with 2D he’d have to leave pretty soon, but first he needed to get out of these sweaty clothes. Archie looked to his side back to the white tank top. It was so thin and light, 2D wouldn’t mind if he wore it, would he? Archie fingered the material smoothly and sighed out his final decision. It wouldn’t harm anything to wear the shirt. Besides, 2D smelled good.

“Why Munchos?” 2D asks and takes a drag from his cigarette. Archie is sitting beside him on the cement curb, enjoying his personal size bag of Munchos while 2D eats the lunch he brought from home. Pineapple and cheese on wheat bread. 2D was strange.

“They’re crispy.” Archie replies and eats another chip. “Taste better than potato chips. Why pineapple and cheese?” He asks back. 2D was still in his red and black work tee, the one every employee at 7/11 was forced to wear. Archie wondered if the employees working inside the Fast Stop they were currently residing outside of on their curb were wondering why a 7/11 employee was at a different gas station. Little do they know that the 7/11 that 2D works at doesn’t have Archie’s favorite chips, which was a big turn off.

2D examines his sandwich with a puzzled face and hums.

“I don’t...remember. I just know I’ve eaten it since I was a kid. Only thing I really know how to make.” 2D speaks back and Archie chuckles.

“That why you still like with your parents?” Archie asks. 2D looks at him with a brow raised.

“Hm?”

“So they can make you sandwiches for lunch that actually taste good?” Archie smirks and 2D looks at him half-offendedly, except he wasn’t offended at all.

“I’ll have you know, I make all my food and I like eating my pineapple and cheese, thank you.” He remarks back and Archie rolls his eyes. 2D takes another bite and almost immediately starts talking again with his mouth full of bread, cheese, and pineapple. Archie didn’t care. “Speaking of parents. My mom wants to take me to the dentist tomorrow morning and that will take an hour or so. Then I’ve got work until six and after that Russ wants to go over a different set list and make a new song.”

Archie nodded in confirmation to 2D, knowing that his description of his day tomorrow meant that he was going to be too busy to hang out. It was okay, normal even, but what Archie struggled to admit was that the days he and 2D were too busy to see each other he really missed 2D. It was a weird feeling, missing someone you’re only friends with and only after knowing them for a month, but Archie felt in deep in his chest.

“That’s okay. We can hang in a couple days, yeah?” Archie asked and 2D shrugged.

“I honestly don’t know, my schedule is weird this week, but I’ll text you when I’m free definitely.” 2D said and looked at Archie who smiled and nodded back. 2D grinned and took another bite of his sandwich, the two sitting and staring at the cars filling up their gas tanks in front of them until Archie decides to speak up again.

“Why are your parents taking you to the dentist? Aren’t you like, twenty three?”

“And counting.” 2D sighs. “They want to get some kind of exam done, maybe see about fixing my twisted teeth. They say it looks really bad for work and stuff.”

Archie fixed his gaze on 2D for almost a straight minute until 2D took notice and looked back at him. Archie looked confused.

“I don’t think it looks bad at all.” He confessed. 2D smiles widely, showing his teeth completely like he was showing off. “I like your smile.”

“Thank you, Arch.” 2D says sincerely and Archie gives a smooth “you’re welcome, D.” Archie checks the time on his watch.

“We should get back. You gotta be working in ten minutes and we’re at the wrong gas station.” He mustered and stood to throw the most empty bag of Munchos away, 2D following to throw away his paper bag that had his sandwich. 2D was the one now to nod back and smoothly grip Archie’s hand in his own.

“Right, let’s go.” 2D says and guides Archie back to his car to return to 7/11. This was the little feeling. The little things that he and 2D shared that was different. The different that made his chest numb and the world feel more gloomy when he didn’t have it for a while. But the feeling when it was happening was indescribable to Archie.

“Nice shirt by the way. I think I’ve got the same one.” 2D comments once inside his car. Archie considers for a moment on whether 2D was being serious or not before simply rolling his eyes. How could Archie be so infatuated with a guy so oblivious to everything.

Those two occurences, the texting and the lunch break was the last time Archie saw 2D. Until tonight. 2D was coming over after work to hang out in Archie’s van again, but this time would be different than the junk food and chocolate crazed first time they decided to hang out in the van. No, Archie had an idea this time.

2D was lounging across Archie’s couch mattress like a starfish, groaning about work and how this is the first time all week he’s laid down without immediately falling asleep. Archie was listening from his seat next to 2D and they talked back and forth about their schedules and how tired they were. Archie would usually be tired by now, being so late after his long day surfing, doing dishes, and serving plate after plate of greasy beach burgers, but something was keeping him up. More like someone, but it definitely was not the first time 2D has left him sleepless in bed. There was something about 2D that made Archie’s mind crazy. Something that made his nerves spike when he saw him. He really didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“Arch?” 2D asks and Archie’s internal thoughts halt to snap his eyes to 2D’s. He must have been in a subconscious daze, Archie doesn’t remember what they were talking about.

“Yeah?” Archie questions back, hoping 2D will repeat whatever he just said last again.

“What are you thinking about?” 2D speaks sitting up to lean on the back of his hands. Archie watches as 2D’s blue hair goes from draping behind his head to flowing down just above his black eyes. Again with the blue hair, black eyes...thin lips. “Archie?” 2D asks again. Archie shakes his head to try and physically shake the thoughts out of mind.

“Sorry, must be tired.” He lied and looked in 2D’s eyes with an unconvincing look.

“Well wake up.” 2D answers and playfully slaps Archie’s upper arm. Thankfully the lie flies right over 2D’s head, not like it’s that surprising, he was an oblivious man. “I just got here, ‘n I’ve been wantin’ to see ya all week so don’t fall asleep on me just yet.”

2D wanted to see Archie. Those words stung into Archie lightly, like a little bee sting to the center of his chest, but without the pain.

Maybe he was tired.

“Do you want to go out on the water?” Archie asked bluntly but in all seriousness. 2D looked back a bit worriedly and shifted to sit more on his bottom with his legs crossed.

“This late? Are you sure we’d be able to?” 2D replied, as if that was the thing he was really concerned about. Archie knew 2D didn’t care about the time, it was the water that bothered 2D.

“I know it seems scary, but trust me.” Archie begins. “I go on these exact waters every day at the highest tide. At this time of night it’s calm and almost impossible to get dragged out unless I drag you myself. It’s even more safe at this time, rips aren’t even out at night.”

“What’s a rip?” 2D asks and Archie stand up off the futon.

“Well now I can’t tell you or you won’t come with me.”

“But now I don’t want to go even more!” 2D exclaims and begins to pout. Archie looks at him consolingly.

“C’mon, you’re come so far with you fear.” Archie sits next to 2D again and takes one of his hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. 2D fixes his gaze down at their hands. “We’ve been swimming together for weeks now, and I wouldn’t take to out somewhere that I knew wasn’t safe.”

2D looked back up at Archie, his face still unconvinced. Archie musters out a “Please?” and 2D glances down quickly but beams his eyes back up to meet Archie’s. He nods.

“Yes!” Archie cheers and stands back up, pulling 2D with him. “Okay, come on. There’s something I want to show you.”

Archie found out the first day he spent with 2D and the rest of the Gorillaz in the garage playing cards that 2D had a bad history of getting hurt. When he was sixteen years old, he got in a car crash that dented one of his eyes and fractured it, filling the iris with blood and putting him in a coma. Two weeks later he woke up and was nursed back to regular health. Four months later and almost the same thing happened with his other eye, except instead from a car crash, he accidentally got jabbed in the eye with a power tool. How that happened is unknown to Archie, but nonetheless is the reason for 2D’s black eyes.

The other major accident that 2D faced was much more traumatic and caused deeper scars both physically and mentally inside of 2D. When 2D was five years old, he was maliciously attacked by a shallow shark. Nobody really knows how or why he was attacked but he was and that’s all that’s needed to scar someone. 2D endured weeks in a hospital until his wounds were healed enough for him to use his limbs again and deep red gashes turned into stitched up flesh, then turned into the purple, pink, and skin colored divots in his skin that he has now. His arms and legs are the ongoing sign telling 2D to not go back into the water. That is, until he met Archie.

Archie would never force 2D to do something he didn’t want to do, or at least not go as far to shove him in the water and tell him to get over it. Archie helped 2D little by little with encouragement and reassurance. They started with getting closer to the water until 2D could touch it with his toes, but the feel of the first wave hitting his ankles sent 2D into a flashback and he stepped out of the water instantly, Archie by his side comforting him the whole time. A week down the line and Archie was able to walk 2D into the water up to his hips. Another week and he could do everything besides swim on his own, and that’s the stage he was basically at now. Though it wasn’t all an easy perfect transition. There were many times where 2D had to be taken out of the water and sat on the beach with Archie until he stopped shaking violently and could speak and breathe normally.

Tonight Archie didn’t plan to go swimming with 2D, but he wanted to take him out deeper than he’s ever been before on his board. There weren’t waves at night like there were during the day, if there’s any at all, but waves or not Archie knew that 2D didn’t like the water. But surprisingly enough 2D agreed to be taken out on the water and Archie was going to do everything in his power to make sure 2D didn’t feel unsafe out there.

So Archie quickly grabbed his board from the employee locker room and dragged 2D out onto the beach by his thin fingers, worn and callused from instruments through the years. Archie dropped his board in the sand near the water and the two undressed, taking off their shoes, then their socks, followed by their shirts but both keeping their casual denim shorts on. Once undressed and ankle hooked up to the cuff connected to his surfboard, Archie paused and looked up over the ocean. It was dark out. The lights on the pier were the only things keeping the ocean visible and not looking like a pitch black abyss, much like the sky in the very moment. The air was crisp and clean, a bit salty smelling but nothing Archie wasn’t used to. The sand was cold beneath his feet, much like a desert changes from burning hot in the day to freezing at night. Music could be heard in the distance, something that was a little softer than Archie’s preferred taste, but it set the mood for a late night surf session.

Archie was about to pick up his board but he heard a barely audible moan from behind him that drove his eyes to 2D, who was looking a little unsettled at the sight of the ocean. He can’t blame 2D for thinking the ocean looked intimidating at night, because it really was a scary look the first time Archie saw it, yet Archie had a strong feeling that he could get 2D to enjoy it.

“Are you okay?” Archie asked 2D and they exchanged glances. 2D looked nervous more than anything and Archie wishes he could take away every shed of a bad feeling 2D was having right now. The image of 2D standing in front of him with his shirt off, lightly shone on from the dim pier lights showed Archie the full extent of 2D’s scars. There were a few more along his torso that weren’t nearly as bad as the ones on his arms and legs but still easily visible.

“Hey.” Archie reached out his hand slowly to gently grab 2D’s again. “It’s okay, I promise.”

2D and Archie shared a look similar to the one they had a few minutes ago in the van, one that Archie always gave 2D when they would work to get 2D over his fear. The look that made 2D feel twice as safe in a short few seconds. 2D squeezed Archie’s hand lightly and gave a small nod to signal that he was ready to go out on the water.

The water felt warm in contrast to the colder air. It warmed Archie’s body from his feet through his body while he kicked through the saltwater beneath him. Archie was sitting knees-to-knees with 2D at his normal forty yards out, deep enough to be well over either of their heads and too deep to bring 2D out just by swimming, but they made it work. The music could still be heard from where they were but it was more faint. They were so far away that they could only hear the echoes of everything in a sort of hypnotic tone, the deep sounds of a guitar and a voice so far away that the words being sung came out like a foreign language. 2D was staring out towards the amphitheater, only visible because of the stage lights shining down on the crowd in front of it. Archie glanced at the amphitheater for a moment, but turned his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

2D. Scarred from shoulder to toe, thin silhouette sitting only a few inches in front of Archie, toes barely visible through the dark saltwater. Mussed blue hair, beautiful black eyes, thin lips curled into a small subconscious grin. Archie felt his heart beating into his chest, blood pumping through his veins in each limb and making his body almost numb with a kind of comforting feeling. Archie smiled and turned his eyes downwards to the red stripe on his board between his legs.

“You know, I used to come out here sometimes to watch you guys play.” Archie spoke, grabbing 2D’s attention. Archie shifted one of his legs to place both on one side and gaze out over the water back to the amphitheater. “Even though it’s pretty far, it feels really close. Like a private show.”

2D chuckled at him. “Fanboy.” He remarked and Archie laughed back at him. “Kidding. I think that’s really cool.” Archie’s lips remained in a smile that pushed his cheeks up below his eyes. Praise from 2D drove his head half crazy.

“It’s one of my favorite things about surfing. The, well, non-surfing part of it.” Archie continued. “Sitting out here, day or night, alone. I like night better because it’s calm and quiet and I can just lay here and not worry about being home or having a curfew or anything. It’s nice.”

“Did you get back to your family?” 2D asked, suddenly remembering the conversation they’d had in 2D’s garage about how Archie hadn’t seen his family in a while. Archie gave him a puzzled look. “You said a few weeks ago that you’d visit them soon. How’d that go?”

Archie turned his face down to the water below his knees, his feet becoming much more interesting than they were twenty seconds ago. He didn’t want to tell everyone about his family problems back then in the garage, not after knowing them only for a couple hours, but he and 2D were closer now. Maybe it’d be okay to tell him why he can’t--shouldn’t--go back to his family. He took in and exhaled a breath.

“I haven’t seen my family in about five years. I got kicked out when I was sixteen when I dropped out of school, but they didn’t even care about that. They only cared that I was young and gay and apparently that alone meant that I was rebelling against them, like I’m gay just to get back at them for being Christian or something, I don’t know. I just know that I don’t want to go back.” Archie kept his eyes focused down while he explained the situation with his family. He didn’t really care that his parents didn’t want him. Of course, at the time it was different, but because of it he was able to learn how to live from a young age and actually start life the way he wanted to once he quit school. It was a bittersweet transition.

“I’m...I’m sorry that happened, Arch.” 2D said softly and Archie’s eyes snapped up to meet his.

“Oh, no don’t be. I’m kinda glad it happened. I’m not worried about it.” Archie responded and 2D’s face lightened a little, yet the slight pit in his chest remained at the new information he just learned about Archie. “Really, D. I don’t care about it anymore.”

2D was still unconvinced but he let the thought go. “You can call me by my real name, you know. Not that I care if you call me 2D or D or whatever, just saying that you can call me Stuart if you want. Or Stu is the more common one.” 2D mentioned. He brought his name up partially to change the subject, which he doesn’t think Archie took notice of.

“I was wondering who you had sex with to earn the nickname 2D.” Archie smirked.

“Actually it’s because-”

“I know it does, dummy. I was making a joke.” Archie laughed, finally looking back up at 2D after his long session of staring down at his feet and blankly up at the amphitheater. 2D’s face turned from confusion to happiness and he laughed with Archie, the two falling silent only a couple seconds later. 2D lifted one of his legs to move both to one side and sit next to Archie but the weight of the surfboard began wobbling beneath him and 2D started to lose his balance. His heart froze, his body not ready to go into water this deep yet, but before 2D could fall in he felt an arm snake around his waist and hold him firmly up on the surfboard until it stopped moving. Archie instinctively grabbed 2D in fear of letting him go into the water, let alone by himself, and held him until the board was steadied again. 2D’s arms were around Archie’s shoulders in fear and Archie could feel the trembling coming from him and he immediately started rubbing 2D’s back to soothe him.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Archie said as 2D’s shakes and breathing started to slow down. Once he was able to speak again, only a minute later, 2D’s grip loosened from Archie’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” 2D nodded and let his arms fall away from Archie. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” Archie said back, keeping his arm around 2D. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down until he was back to normal, then Archie releases his grip around him and rest it at his side but immediately bumping it into 2D’s. He started to move away but he felt fingers intertwine with his and instead of pulling away, Archie melted into the touch. His fingers curled around 2D’s without a single look up or thought of hesitation, he just molded into the feeling. 2D scooted closer to Archie and leaned his head on his shoulder. At this point Archie felt like his heart might actually pop out of his chest.

“I don’t think I ever realized you had tattoo’s.” 2D voice spoke after yet another minute of silence that they shared that night. It took Archie out of his previous train of thought and he coughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah.” He responded so un-enthusiastically. “I mean yeah, I’ve gotten a few over the years. Mostly bands I’ve fancied. Sex Pistols, Ramones Eagle, the skull for Misfits, and a couple others.” Archie explained, pointing at the respective tattoo’s along his shoulders and right forearm. “Also got a few on my back. A li’l surfboard on my side. I even got your logo a while back but it’s fading ‘cause I got it in color. Shit never stays.”

2D grazed his hands along the tattoos, stopping at the one on his right shoulder blade of the Gorillaz’ very own logo. 2D could barely see it because of the fade, it just kind of looked like a light watercolor version of a tattoo. Still, 2D was speechless that somebody actually got a tattoo of his band’s name, he thought that came when you were much more famous than they are right now.

“Those are amazing, Archie. Serious, I can’t believe you put our name on your skin. Permanently.” 2D said, still very mesmerized.

“Semi-permanently.” Archie corrected. “It’s nearly gone and it’s been three months. This one here was my first one.” He said, pointing to the surfboard that went down his entire right side. “Same board we’re sitting on. I got it when I was fifteen after I bought the board. Held sort of a sentimental value to me, it’s the only one I own and the one that I’m taking to the competition next week.”

Competition.

“Are you ready for it?” 2D asked. “The competition, I mean.”

“I dunno.” Archie shrugged. “I’ve never felt not ready for a competition before. They’re always just practice runs in my head but this one...I could actually get something this year. This one competition could change my life. If I manage to win, at least, but who knows if that’ll happen.”

2D looks at Archie sorrowfully in his forlorn expression. He would never take Archie, his confident and somewhat cocky friend, to be so unencouraged with his own amazing skill that 2D thought was undeniably incredible.

“I think you’re going to be amazing. I’ve never seen someone surf like you and frankly, it’s the coolest thing I’ve probably ever seen.” 2D confessed to try and lift Archie’s spirits, giving his hand that he was still holding a gentle squeeze. Archie stared up in 2D’s eyes with an almost gazing expression, wondering if 2D knew that Archie felt the same exact way about him. “I’ll be at the competition, too, cheering you on from the sidelines just to let you know that you’re doing great, ‘cause I know you will.”

The words that 2D was saying to Archie felt like a snap to his heart, in a good way. But the snap made his mind go blank for a half a second and he didn’t realize what he was doing until he felt the click of his lips pressing against 2D’s in a firm, but kind of sloppy kiss. 2D kissed back for the brief moment their lips were connected, until Archie realized what he just did and quickly pulled away.

“T- uh, I’m s-” Archie started to muster out but was cut off when 2D swiftly released his hand from Archie’s and held the side of his face to press their lips together again. Archie was surprised at the action but he let his eyes flutter closed and allowed his face melt into 2D’s. 2D didn’t pull away for a while, and when he did, he just came right back to Archie’s lips. Archie’s hand raised to cradle the side of 2D’s face and kiss him even more deeply. It was simple and sweet, Archie never wanted the feeling to go away but after a short minute, 2D pulled his face away.

The two stared at each other, letting their hands fall limp and move away from each other’s faces and fall back down into their laps or onto the board beneath them. Neither knew what to say in this moment. It was quiet, the band no longer playing and the waves hardly audible from where they were. Eventually Archie looked away and they both stayed silent. 2D was the first to speak up.

“Do you, uhm,” 2D began slowly and softly. Archie’s heart started to race again. “Do you want to go back? The waters starting to feel a little cold.”

Archie bit his lip and nodded, and without looking or talking, Archie and 2D made their way back to shore on the board. The feelings Archie was having right now were so conflicting. On one hand he wanted to keep kissing 2D into the next day, and on the other he was feeling regretful, like he shouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. Everything was so confusing now.

They didn’t talk again until they made it back to the van and Archie opened the side door.

“What time is it?” 2D asks and Archie checks his watch.

“About twelve thirty.” Archie answered and turned around to face 2D. “Do you wanna stay tonight? It’s kinda late.”

“I would but I have to be up really early for work. Plus I have to take a shower to get the salt water off me and stuff too.” 2D says back and Archie nods.

“Well I’ll uh, see you soon?” Archie responds, nearly convincing himself already that 2D isn’t going to come around for any reason.

“Yeah, totally.” 2D says back and starts walking back to his car. “Night, Arch.”

“Goodnight.” Archie calls back softer than he meant to. He’s not even sure if 2D heard him, but he also didn’t think he could manage to talk any louder with how loud his thoughts were inside his head.

Fuck. Did he just fuck everything up?

I fucking love munchos alright get off m’dong

#this took too fuckign long #starchie #surf au #ur welcome seb #for trAsh #take the risk #chapter 3 #eeeeesorry

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You Know Nothing - Minhyuk (BTOB) Scenario

Summary : When you (Yeo Jin) stays over at BTOB dorm and Minhyuk gets moody while you play with other BTOB members. Fluff

Word Count : +4,5k

- You know nothing Jon Snow.

You grinned, amused by the way she answered him. You actually had spent the whole afternoon watching the episodes you missed of Game Of Thrones. You wouldn’t have thought that you could actually enjoy it, but since your boyfriend recommended you to watch it, you had definitely become addicted to that fantastic universe. Talking about him, he was next to you, sitting on the sofa, watching you while smiling absent-mindedly.

- What is it ?

He seemed to emerge from his thoughts.

- Nothing. I just thought that you would be disappointed if you knew what would happen after. Because you worship this couple a lot and…

- STOP THERE ! I don’t want to be spoiled. It’s not because you saw it already that you should tell me everything.

He laughed. You placed your hands on your ears, not willing to let him have the chance to be the childish boy that he is and reveal everything. He paused the TV and took your hands in his, removing them from your ears, while kissing your nose. You took a glance at him, puzzled.

- So you’re not going to spoil me right ?

- No, but I feel like doing something else. We’ve been watching that series since you arrived at the dorm. It’s not as if I don’t have a lot of free time these days, but you don’t and we don’t get to see each other often…

You looked away, feeling sorry about that. It was true that with university, you didn’t have that much free time, even for your boyfriend, who for once wasn’t busy with his group comeback or variety shows. And since he couldn’t go out with you without fearing to be recognized, you usually spent your so-called dates at his dorm or at your home, and they were more and more spaced nowadays. Obviously, being inside a dorm, with his other members, didn’t give a lot of opportunities to a couple, and that was why you both ended up agreeing on watching the TV, or more like you convinced him to watch Game Of Thrones with you.

- Someone is annoyed because of their own mistakes. Who told me about Game Of Thrones ? you mumbled, not wanting to give up easily on that show.

But you knew it was a lost battle already when he kissed you lightly on the lips and murmured a “sorry” not so sorry while lacing his fingers with yours.

- Anyway, do you want to play a game ? Eunkwang, and Changsub are there, they could participate with us.

He looked disappointed, probably wishing you both could have spent more time alone, but finally told you to call them while he would set up the game. You hurried over to the two boys’ chamber, and opened it, not even bothering to knock : it was 7 in the afternoon, what could they possibly do for you not to see ? Apparently you should have told them beforehand, because you opening the door was received with a huge “Umf” and some swearing following, as they both held their noses in shock.

- What were you doing behind the door ? Both of you.

- Nothing, Eunkwang answered while Changsub kept on wincing soundlessly, just checking something that looked like a stain.

You eyed them suspiciously. Actually, the members all had this bad habit of eavesdropping during your dorm dates. As long as they don’t have a girlfriend, they will keep on spying on the other members and their lovers. You didn’t really mind since they were not really bothering, sometimes they would just boo at Minhyuk when he would try a pick up line on you, which would make the latter frown and the former burst out in laughter. Still, it wasn’t like you felt bad for Changsub and his constant whining with his hands on his nose, it served him right. Anyway, your purpose for showing up in their room wasn’t to question their bad intrusive habits, so you came straight to the point.

- Anyway, can that stain wait a moment for you to play a game with us ? Minhyuk is setting up the wii.

- Call ! I’m teaming up with Minhyuk ! Eunkwang shouted and he ran out of the bedroom, released from the awkwardness of the situation. Changsub was still holding his nose and he gave you a death glare. You didn’t really pay attention to it because you actually thought you would be paired up with your boyfriend. Well actually everybody wants to be paired up with Minhyuk when it comes down to playing games. Apart from cultural games where he was a total black hole, Minhyuk would always win every game he played. He was always confident he could do it, and even if some could take it for cockiness, the facts always proved them wrong : Minhyuk was the kind of person you could only respect because there was no trace of connivance in his actions, even when he was annoying to death because he kept on winning and couldn’t be defeated.

But as Eunkwang was the oldest and kept on insisting being paired up with Minhyuk, you couldn’t really go against his decision, meanwhile that meant you would obviously lose, and you didn’t really like loosing, neither did Changsub, as far as you knew him.

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- So, what are we playing this time ?

- Mario Kart, Eunkwang answered.

- Again ? Last time, Minhyuk beat us with 2 laps ahead, Changsub complained.

You wanted to complain as well, but a quick glance at Minhyuk prevented you from doing so. He looked displeased with the turn of the events, and you thought you may be a bit responsible as he wanted to spend time alone with you but you just went ahead with your idea. You smiled at him apologetically, and he seemed to ease up a little, although you clearly saw him utter the words “we’ll have a talk later’.

Eunkwang handed you a joystick, and you sat on the sofa between Changsub and Minhyuk. With the traditional “Ladies first”, your partner invited you to start the race. You both decided on picking King Boo as your player. After fighting a bit over Mario and Luigi, Eunkwang won over Minhyuk threatening him to show you some compromising pictures, and they ended up with Mario.

The first round was Eunkwang against you. You started stretching your hands, showing off a little since after Minhyuk, you were definitely the second best at playing that game. Even though Eunkwang wasn’t that bad, you were pretty sure your team would win the 1st round. Changsub started agitating around you, massaging your shoulders and shouting “Fighting Yeo Jin” once every 10 seconds. The countdown began; karts queued up in the Wario’s Gold Mine track. That wasn’t one of your favourite since you didn’t really like the gold wagons or falling down from the rails, but anyway you knew the shortcut so you could surpass the other characters. Changsub squeezed your shoulders once the countdown over, and you pushed with all your forces on the “1” button. The race didn’t last long : Eunkwang fell twice and you managed to have half a lap ahead of him when you crossed the finish line. Your team ranked first and Minhyuk’s was 5th, which wasn’t really a huge gap knowing how skilled the boy was.

- Yeo Jin, I swear if you weren’t with Minhyuk I would kiss you, Changsub joked, while friendly hugging you. You chuckled but stopped when someone cleared his throat. You both turned your heads to Minhyuk, who had quite a displeased look.

- Hyung, I was just joking... Don’t take it to heart.

- Did I say something ? Minhyuk retorted, clearly displaying bad faith. You decided to tease him a little, after all it was a game, and you were opponents. If you wanted to win over his team, you would have to use all you could.

- Seriously Changsub? Joking ? You’re hurting my feelings as a woman!

You glanced quickly at Minhyuk and saw he had furrowed his brows. Not wanting to ruin his mood, you quickly planted a chaste kiss on his left cheek, before acting like nothing is wrong.

-Yah, do this another time, there are people watching there and not willing to see that display of affection, Eunkwang said with disgust.

- Says the one hiding behind a door to spy on us, you answered, half smirking.

- What ? You’re still doing this ? Guys, I told you to leave us alone when we’re here.

- We did, retorted Changsub. But your girlfriend started screaming saying she didn’t want to be spoiled, so we thought you were arguing of course and that’s why we obviously stayed behind the door. You know how thoughtful we are of your relationship, Minhyukie hyung, we were ready to intervene in case things got wrong. You should thank us instead of chiding us.

Both you and Minhyuk sighed and rolled your eyes, and stopped talking because it was already a lost case.

- Besides, I can’t remember who was with us last time Hyunsik brought his girlfriend home… What is his name ? I can’t seem to remember… Wait… Right, Minhyuk !, Changsub kept on.

Minhyuk jumped out of the sofa and tried to hush Changsub. But Eunkwang was ready to take over Changsub’s teasing.

- It may be your fault Yeo Jin. He hadn’t seen you for so long that he probably wanted to watch how it was to be with someone. How weird it is for a boyfriend to be doing this with single men.

You slapped him nicely on the arm, laughing out loud from the absurdity of the situation, Changsub locked in Minhyuk’s left arm, while the other was failing in his attempt to reach for Eunkwang. After some seconds of chaos, everything was back to normal, except for Changsub trying to regain his breath and Minhyuk mumbling “You really don’t know when to shut up boys”, avoiding your eyes.

Well, that game sounded interesting, if Minhyuk hadn’t killed them before.

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The game was coming to an end. Minhyuk had crushed Changsub, or more like Minhyuk did a great race, according to his skills, and Changsub was being faithful to his usual level, way below Minhyuk’s. Your team ended up 3rd while Minhyuk and Eunkwang were now 2nd, Princess Peach being 1st. The last race was Minhyuk against you. Pretty sure his team would win, Eunkwang paused the game and we all looked at him.

- Wait, I think the winning team should have a gift.

- What now with a gift? You’re only saying this because we’re losing and next is Minhyuk so you know you’ll win, Changsub loudly complained.

- What ? We can’t possibly play for nothing. I suggest that each of the winners can give an order to each of the losers. I still remember when you ordered me to clean the toilets Changsub.

Changsub opened his mouth to complain, but his eyes suddenly sparkled and he just agreed to it. You started feeling anxious, because Eunkwang was able to find some scary orders sometimes so you feared he might actually ask you to do the same Changsub did with him. You quickly wiped the sweat from your hands on your jeans, and then told Eunkwang to move from the screen, that the race should start now for everyone to get done with it. Changsub stood up from the sofa, and he got behind you, a smirk on his face. He put his hands on your shoulders and his face got closer to yours.

- I have a strategy to win. Just laugh when I tell you to.

You raised your eyebrows, not quite trusting him with his strategy. What would you laughing could bring to your team, or more to a victory that seemed like an utopia when faced against Minhyuk ?

Before the last race started, Minhyuk looked at you and wished you a good luck. You weren’t really thinking that he was mocking you when he said so, but the I-do-not-want-to-lose part of you was telling you not to answer or cheer him up. Eventually, your my-boyfriend-is-being-nice-to-me-and-I-should-be-as-well won and you smiled at him, wishing him a good... A good whatever because Changsub had been quicker and while placing himself between Minhyuk and you, he whispered to you to just laugh, order to which you complied. Your laugh sounded fake, just as the intention was, but Changsub smirked and went back to his position, while giving you a thumb up. Minhyuk wasn’t looking your way anymore, contemplating the screen, brows furrowed. Next to him was Eunkwang, beaming while probably thinking of his already-in-sight victory.

However, you wouldn’t give up so easily even though beating Minhyuk seemed like climbing the Himalaya without any prior preparation. Never in the world would you allow yourself to receive an order from Eunkwang after having lost a game, and Minhyuk seemed irritable, so you wouldn’t even dare think of the order he could give you. You needed to win, and if Changsub told you he had a strategy and that it required you laughing from time to time, then be it, you would laugh.

You took the joystick, ready for the fight. You didn’t even notice Changsub putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging your neck lightly. The countdown started, and you were too engrossed in your anticipation to notice Minhyuk’s eyes lingering on where Changsub’s hands rested. But you did notice his kart not moving when yours was already speeding on the raceway, following Princess Peach. You managed to overtake her a few seconds after, but Minhyuk was already right behind you, and soon after Eunkwang was cheering for Minhyuk as he placed first. Everything was not lost, it was still the first lap. At the end of it, you were still second but not too far from Minhyuk’s kart. Suddenly, Changsub got way too close to you, almost at an inch of your face, and asked you to laugh at the count of three. You laughed, ahead of a sharp turn.

- What the ! Minhyuk, how could you fall there ? You’ve already taken that path perfectly well during the first lap. Crap, we’re loosing.

Changsub giggled next to you, while you tried to keep your composure, now being in 1st place. Minhyuk was now far from you, but you still had 1 lap to manage before winning, and Minhyuk could always catch up the distance. However, he did not, and when you laughed for the last time after Changsub told you so, he bumped into one of the moving obstacle, losing his 2nd place to be the 4th. Victory was now yours and Changsub’s, and when you passed the finish line, you both screamed and congratulated each other, falling into each other’s arms. On the other side of the sofa, Eunkwang was screaming in despair, and you heard no sound from your boyfriend. Actually since he never lost in a game, you weren’t really sure of what you should have expected for his reaction. You did not think too much into it, as Changsub was already bragging to Eunkwang and Minhyuk.

- See, you thought that you would win Eunkwang didn’t you ? Hehe, did you really think Minhyuk would won over Yeo Jin ? Weren’t you aware of her nickname : Yeo Jin, Mario Kart’s goddess ! Yeo Jin, you were awesome ! Now, let’s think of some awesome punishments.

- Yah, I said orders, not punishments, Eunkwang complained.

- Isn’t it the same ? Anyway, you’re now my slave Eunkwang, you should massage my feet.

- What, are you crazy ? I’m never getting near these feet of yours !

- A game is a game. You’ve lost, accept the condition you set yourself.

- I’m the leader and I’m older, I’m not going to comply !

- Eunkwang, you intervened, half smirking, I think you should abide by your rules, or else your authority won’t make any sense, right Minhyuk ?

Minhyuk did not answer and instead shot a death glare to both Changsub and you, to your astonishment.

- What is with that glare Minhyuk ? You’re not used to losing ? Hehe, I think you should just go prepare me a nice little meal, why not some bibimbap ?

Minhyuk did not even protest, unlike his partner. He hurried to the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance, while your eyes followed him. Changsub hadn’t even removed his socks before Eunkwang’s scared eyes that Minhyuk stormed out of the kitchen and went to the hall, grabbing his coat and his shoes.

- Where are you going ? Changsub shouted.

- To the shop, there is no rice.

- No rice, Changsub scoffed, are you kidding me ? We have plenty enough to feed the whole Cube Ent staff.

Minhyuk didn’t answer and left, violently closing the door behind him. You and Eunkwang had a puzzled look, but Changsub looked like someone who knew what the whole situation was about. He looked at you and smiled.

- Yeo Jin, I think you should follow him.

You didn’t even wait for him to end his sentence and were already on your feet, taking a beanie on your way, not wanting to be recognized outside, and decided to find Minhyuk outside and confront him about his mood change.

- Minhyuk !

You ran to catch him as he was entering the elevator. But even though he would have surely heard you, he didn’t even look at you while going inside and when you arrive in front of the elevator, the doors had just closed. You cursed under your breath, and took the stairs, stumbling a bit, to get to the basement floor. Your boyfriend was already outside, ready to cross the street. You managed to catch him before he did. You tried to meet his gaze but he avoided it.

- Minhyuk, look at me.

He didn’t, and kept on fixing his gaze on something else, right now it was on the traffic light, green. He couldn’t cross yet so you still had time to try to talk to him.

- Minhyuk, please, talk to me, what is wrong ?

The cars stopped, you could now go to the other side, and Minhyuk didn’t even miss the chance to start going forward. But you grabbed him by the hand before he could set his foot on the crosswalk.

- Minhyuk, I swear if you don’t look at me and talk to me right now, I’ll take out that beanie and kiss you right now, in public. I don’t give a damn about your reputation when you’re ignoring me this way, if you don’t want me to make a fuss right now, you’d better look at me.

- Do as you please.

You stared at him, bewildered. Usually, Minhyuk was so cautious of not revealing your relationship to the public audience that this simple threat would make him panic. Something must have really got on his nerves and you had no clue what it was.

- What did you say ?

- Do as you please, now let me get that rice.

Still surprised, it took you a good second to get that he didn’t mind, and another one to think you had to get that beanie off your head. While screaming his name, you retired your beanie, walked and stopped right before him. Grabbing his coat, you pulled him closer to you. You had never kissed him when he didn’t want to, but at that moment you were too upset to even care what you usually don’t do. He managed to push you lightly just before your lips touch his. Pushing the beanie on your head again, he was literally fuming.

- What the hell are you doing ? People are watching !

- They will watch more if you keep on being stubborn and scream in the street.

- Fine, follow me.

You walked behind him to the building. Once in there, no need to say you were both glaring at each other, still not understanding when the afternoon supposed to be a cosy time between you two turned into a fight. You gave up the silent treatment first.

-Will you tell me what’s wrong, you sighed. If it’s because I suggested the game, I’m sorry. You should tell me next time, so that it doesn’t end like this.

- It’s not that.

- Then what is it ?

- It’s nothing, he mumbled, passing a hand through his hair, looking displeased with the current situation.

- What is nothing ? Are you sure we have the same definition of that word ? Because I don’t have that reaction when nothing happens to me.

Minhyuk glared at you, visibly not sensible to your attempt of sarcasm, even though you weren’t that amused as well. After a minute or so, both of you were still caught in that staring contest when Minhyuk finally looked away and sighed. It wasn’t like him to give up, another unexpected action from him today.

- Listen, I don’t want to fight today. Just go back to Changsub, it seems like that’s the person you enjoy your time the most with.

You gaped, finally putting all pieces together, why he was so moody when you joked around with Changsub, when you hugged him, why he lost the last race when it is so unlike him, why he left that abruptly, why he lied about the rice, and why he refused to answer you earlier. It all made sense and you laughed at your own ignorance and his thought. Minhyuk remained still, seemingly unamused.

- Wow, is it a jealousy scene Minhyuk ?

- It’s not, he retorted, frowning as he realized the words he had blurted earlier.

- I’m sure it is.

- Me, jealous ? That’s called being realistic.

What a stubborn boyfriend you had. But if he didn’t want to tell you what he was truly feeling, you still had a hidden card. Smirking, you decided to play it.

- Minhyuk, I order you to tell me if you were jealous of Changsub and I during the game.

Taken aback by your words, he frowned, but seeing you smile in amusement, he eased a little bit.

- Ok, I surrender. I was.

You chuckled a little. You definitely didn’t like angry and silent Minhyuk, but jealous Minhyuk was quite a sight eventually.

- I can’t believe you thought there was something between us. He is my friend, and he is your friend, and we both know how big of a crush he has on his high school friend.

- Say that when you see me hugging your friend in front of you after she massaged my shoulders while you were next to me, and when I laugh while she’s really close from my face.

- But it would be my friend. And if you’re barely reacting, well me hugging Changsub was because we had won the first race, I won’t see any problem. I mean, Changsub is your friend, you trust him, and you know he would never do such a thing as flirting seriously with me while you’re around, and he wouldn’t as well if you weren’t there.

- You admit you were flirting with him.

- I admit I had no clue what he was attempting to do, but he told me to laugh, and I laughed. Gosh you know he was only doing this to make you lose your nerves, so that we could win, and it worked, you finished while smiling at him.

His eyes were now softening; he smiled shyly at you, still embarrassed by his sudden outburst before, and because he doubted you for a moment.

- I swear Changsub is dead after you leave.

- Then I’d better not leave. I haven’t given Eunkwang an order yet, maybe I should tell him to ask all the boys to leave the dorm for tonight, except for you.

- What ?

- If I remember well, there is a little someone who eavesdropped on his member’s date with his girlfriend because he was missing his.

- Wait, I wasn’t eavesdropping, they were lying. You know how they are. They were just easing.

- That’s what every boyfriend caught by his girlfriend says. I think you owe me a second order Minhyuk, especially after that revelation.

- Yah, one order was already enough, besides it’s not as if you won that game fairly.

- We win a game with whatever means possible, but we didn’t cheat. You should have just focused on the game.

You took a step closer to him, amused by his nervous gaze, not knowing what you were going to do.

- I still have to buy…

- Kiss me.

Minhyuk froze. Usually he would never kiss you if it wasn’t in your apartment or his dorm.

- What ?

- Kiss me, right now. That’s my order after you eavesdropped on Hyunsik and made such a scene before.

You stood before him, narrowing the space between his face and yours. You didn’t mind if one of his neighbours came and saw you kissing, you still had your beanie and you needed to reassure him so much that you only loved him and found him desirable that the idea of being caught wasn’t even embarrassing. Your eyes melted while meeting his gaze, and his eyes sparkled. He closed the space between your mouths and you sighed, finally able to enjoy a peaceful moment with him after suggesting the game. Kisses with Minhyuk were always soft, kind, gentle, and this one was no exception. You wouldn’t really mind if it wasn’t for the fact that he upset you a bit by being so stubborn in the street. You nibbled on his lower lip, making him gasp, and kept on kissing him, while messing with his hair. You both could have get lost in the moment if not for Minhyuk’s cellphone who vibrated in the pocket of his coat. After looking at the screen, his gaze darkened but he still answered.

- What ?

Being that close to Minhyuk, you could hear the other voice on the phone, clearly being Changsub, asking where he was, if Minhyuk and you had made up, and if he could go back quickly to the dorm because his bibimbap was still inexistent. “We’re coming. And I swear you don’t lay a finger on Yeo Jin for today.” He hang up and sighed. But after looking at you, he smiled.

- I never know what to expect with him, he’s so childish.

Pecking him on the lips, you locked your nose with his and murmured : “You know nothing Lee Minhyuk.”

#kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #btob scenarios #lee minhyuk #btob #repost #this story is actually from 2014 and was first posted in 3 parts #but given the length of my scenarios there #it seems quite illogical to have several parts #kpop oneshots #kpop fanfiction

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When The Tide Turns (11/16)

Summary: The plan was to go to England, finish the case and head back home in a matter of days. Of course, nothing in Emma’s life ever goes according to plan. Not only does she end up travelling across Europe, looking for a Liam Jones in order to finish her case, she ends up travelling with Liam’s brother - an annoyingly handsome Killian Jones. And she doesn’t trust him one bit.

Rating: T, for language - and there’s a bit of light violence in this chapter

Beta-reader: writing a multi-chapter for several months without feedback can get pretty lonely, but thankfully I had an amazing beta by my side - thank you so much @forget-me-not-s !!

Artists: these artists are seriously such talented and amazing people, and they deserve so much praise!!! @theblacksiren - check out her beautiful artwork for chapter 1 here and chapter 7 here! @optomisticgirl created the awesome banner - and soon you’ll get to see the amazing masterpiece created by @fairytalesandtimetravel

Word count: ~4181 (68k+ in total)

AO3

Emma barely slept. Scratch that, she didn’t sleep at all. Not knowing Killian was so close, not with her head spinning as it was. But she had made the right decision; going home was the right thing to do. At least that’s what she kept telling herself as she lay awake throughout the night and as she left in the morning with the first bus towards the airport. She didn’t bother to call Regina or Mary Margaret or anyone. She was just done with talking for the moment.

The sun rose while Emma leaned against the window of the bus, staring out at the passing landscape. She might as well enjoy the view while she could. The mountains, the endless rows of pine trees. There was no snow yet, not this far south in Norway. She almost felt sad for not getting to see the small villages and vast forests decked in a blanket of white. But New York was beautiful too with its skyscrapers and never-ending activity.

Yes, coming back home was going to be wonderful. No more uncertainty about a hopeless case. No more internal battles on whether to trust her ‘partner’ or not. No more crazy talks of Neverland and magic.

No more stupidly blue eyes and too-handsome-for-anyone’s-good faces.

She could sleep in her own bed again and throw herself into new cases. Sit back on her couch and enjoy a glass of wine with some Netflix. Emma had all kinds of things to look forward to back at home.

Yet telling herself she’d made the right decision became harder and harder the closer she got to the airport.

Emma ran her finger over the cut on her palm which Killian had tended to that night in the cave. She never did return his scarf.

When the bus finally came to a stop, Emma felt weird stepping out alone. Dragging her suitcase without listening to cheeky comments that she could ignore or counter left Emma feeling bitter.

Where would the cheeky bastard be now anyway? Probably on his way to Denmark to look for that stupid spyglass. Emma shook her head, telling herself she was glad not to be with him on such a fool’s errand. She wondered how long it would take before he gave up on finding his brother, ignoring the part of her that was angry at herself for giving up first.

Emma tightened her grip on her suitcase. She had to stop her thoughts from spiralling. The case was done. Liam was most likely dead, Killian would learn to deal with it, and if he didn’t, it wasn’t her problem. She needed to get back to her real life, to New York, to new cases that actually made sense. Not some crazy feud over Neverland.

Besides, if it really mattered so much to Killian that she stayed, he wouldn’t have let her leave so easily.

The airport in Kristiansand was rather tiny. In the early morning there wasn’t much of a crowd, only a few people in line for check-in. Emma had bought the cheapest ticket from Kristiansand to Oslo to New York on her phone and could look forward to being back home in about thirteen hours. Hopefully, the airport in Oslo was interesting enough to spend three hours in while waiting.

Emma knelt on the floor, looking for her passport in the front pocket of her suitcase when something caught her eye.

Someone.

A dash of bright red in the corner of her sight made Emma look up. And she could’ve sworn she’d seen it before. A red woollen hat. A red woollen hat on an also familiar, short, round man with a beard. She’d seen him in Barcelona, she was sure of it. And maybe sometime before that too?

That unnerving prickle at the back of her neck returned.

This guy was following her.

Emma tried not to stare at him for too long in case he realized that she’d noticed him. She pretended to change her mind about standing in line for check-in, slipping her passport back in its pocket. Proving that the red-hatted guy was following her was the only thing that mattered now.

She walked down a narrow hall to her right. She wasn’t sure where to it led but she didn’t intend to find out. Once she’d rounded the corner, out of everyone’s sight - including the red-hatted guy’s - she stopped and pressed her suitcase and herself against the wall.

She waited silently, her heart beating just a bit faster. Emma was a lawyer, not some secret agent, but she’d been in this kind of situation before. If only she could confront the guy somewhere a bit more private.

Emma considered the door a few feet to her left. It was probably locked, but she checked anyways, hoping to find some small storage room or something.

For once, she was lucky enough to get what she wanted.

A few minutes more passed in silence. No one followed her down the hall. Emma was beginning to feel restless, all this pent-up frustration and adrenaline with no one to take it out on. Yet.

About two minutes later, her target rounded the corner. To say he was surprised when Emma grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him inside the unlocked storage room was an understatement. A mop was knocked over as Emma shoved him against the wall. The door shut and lights flickered on and Emma hoped to god that no one had heard his yelp.

“Who the hell are you?”

Emma held her arm at his throat while pinning him against the wall. Sure, he was bigger than her but Emma had been in this kind of situation before. She knew how to stand her ground. Knew how to throw a punch if she needed to, too. Foster kids were always easy targets in the schoolyard after all, but Emma had made sure she wasn’t one of them. And she couldn’t deny, letting out her frustrations on a punching bag from time to time was pretty satisfactory.

Besides, this guy was hardly struggling. He all but accepted her arm pressing against his throat.

He didn’t answer her question, so she asked a bit more forcefully. “You’ve been following me and I want to know the hell why.”

“I... Smee. My name’s William Smee and I swear I haven’t been following you,” he stuttered.

Emma’s blood ran cold. She’d heard that name before.

“You’re the guy who told Gold about Neverland,” she said, strengthening her hold on him.

Smee lowered his head. “Yes, yes, okay? I told Gold about Neverland, and I may have been following you, but I swear, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Not as bad as it looks?” Emma repeated, unable to believe the nerve this guy had to say that. “You’ve been following us since - I don’t know - England?”

“Yes, well-”

“How the hell is following someone across countries not as bad as it looks?”

“Hey, there’s been no harm done, has there?”

Emma scoffed. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that and tell me why the hell you’ve been following me.”

Smee squirmed, not wanting to answer. But it suddenly seemed pretty clear to Emma. Gold had paid Smee for information about Neverland. He had tried threatening Killian - by threatening his own wife - into telling him about Neverland. She would never be able to understand how a successful millionaire could believe in fairy tales, but if the guy was crazy enough to threaten his wife...

“Gold put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Smee’s silence was answer enough.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” she muttered. Her momentary lack of questions and accusations gave Smee the idea that maybe it was his turn to ask something.

“I just don’t understand; why aren’t you and Mr. Jones going to Denmark together?”

What?

“I’m not going to Denmark.” She stared at Smee, confused and frustrated. “But how do you even know to guess that’s where we’d be going? Exactly how closely have you been spying on us?”

Smee began stammering out an answer again, some awful cover-up.

Emma remembered the first time she’d felt the prickling at the back of her neck. It was in her hotel room in Barcelona - she couldn’t exactly place her finger on it then, but it felt like someone had been in her room. Knowing now that that could very well have been true, made her feel sick.

She glared at Smee and it didn’t take much more for him to break.

“I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to get so involved. I just wanted to earn a bit of coin, I never knew Mr. Gold would end up taking it this far. The- the picture of the mermaid was a false clue. It wasn’t my idea though, it was hers. All of the ideas have been hers or Mr. Gold’s, I’ve just been doing what I’ve been told, I swear.”

The arm pressed against his throat slackened a bit as his words sunk in. The drawing was a fake. They must have broken into her room, found Liam’s drawings and discovered the Santa Maria del Mar before them, planting a fake clue for them to find. Killian was going to go to Denmark on the grounds of a lie... But something else bothered her as well.

“Her?” she repeated.

“Aye, uh, Miss Zelena West.” The name meant nothing to Emma. But from the look in Smee’s eyes, she guessed Zelena wasn’t the most pleasant of people. “She’s keeping an eye on Mr. Jones right now - ordered me to follow you in the meantime.”

Emma couldn’t believe it. How could all these people be so crazy to believe that Neverland existed and some old objects would help them get there? Obsessed enough to threaten and follow people, create false trails and-

“Wait. If the drawing was fake, what was really behind that brick in Barcelona?”

“Uh,” Smee hesitated again. Emma caught the way his eyes flickered towards his satchel. She hoped for his sake he would never end up in a real interrogation, because he really sucked at this.

“Listen, I can tell you don’t want to be a part of this,” Emma said, “so why don’t you give me what you found, stop following me and disappear for a little while. If you’re afraid of Gold or this Zelena you can contact my firm and see if they’ll help you.”

Smee seemed to consider her offer very carefully. To be honest, she was proud of herself for handling it so rationally when the frustration inside her rather longed to knock him over the head with the fire extinguisher in the corner, take his satchel and get the hell out of there.

“They’ll find me anyways,” he finally answered, shaking his head.

Emma sighed. As much as that fire extinguisher called to her, she knew blunt strikes to the head were a lot more damaging than the movies let on. She’d rather not end up committing a murder because of this damned case.

“Then why don’t you just show me what you found, and we’ll each go our separate ways and no one will have to know.”

That idea got through to him at least. Emma slackened her grip, enough to let him open his satchel while she kept a wary eye on him.

“We found the spyglass,” he said, pulling out the object. A part of Emma ridiculed her for being so excited to see the spyglass. She wasn’t supposed to care about any of this; it was all a load of bullshit. Why don’t you just go home anyway?

She ignored that part of her though, grabbing the spyglass from Smee’s hand and taking a closer look at it.

I’m sorry, buddy...

Emma pulled back and swung her fist at Smee’s face, tripping him over with her legs. It was a rash decision - probably one that would get her fired - but with the adrenaline pumping through her, she really didn’t care. This was the best way to do it anyways. Her knuckles hurt and his face most likely did too, but there would be no lasting damage.

As he yelped and scuffled on the floor, Emma pulled the door open with the spyglass tucked under her arm. She clicked the mechanism in place which would ensure the door would lock behind her when she left. Her head buzzed with excitement, every nerve telling her how terrible this decision was. But she did it anyway.

The door closed behind her before Smee could get out. He pounded on the surface, crying out, but the sounds were only faint. Emma couldn’t help but smile. Her luck had stretched far enough for a somewhat soundproof door.

Someone would find him sooner or later, but in the meantime, Emma grabbed her suitcase (thankful no one had walked by and noticed it) and walked away with the spyglass in her other hand.

She wouldn’t be going home after all. She had a certain Jones to find first.

Two Joneses actually.

Emma’s new-found determination lasted for about five minutes. Stepping out of the airport marked the end of her confident spree. She couldn’t be sure if Killian was in Arendal anymore. She couldn’t be sure if Smee hadn’t contacted Zelena - damn, she should have taken his phone - and for all she knew Killian could be knocked out and lying in his own little storage room. Of course, she’d never thought to get his phone number...

So Emma went from feeling pumped and proud about making a decision that would probably get her fired, to sitting on a bench near the airport, searching hopelessly for a way to find Killian’s phone number.

In the end, Anna was her salvation. She couldn’t remember the name of the bar, only that it was something with Sven. (Reinsdyret Sven was the name - apparently, they’d named their bar after a reindeer). A phone number on their site led to an awkward conversation with Anna, who was actually surprisingly understanding of Emma’s situation. That phone call led to an even more awkward conversation with Elsa, who was a bit more skeptical. Not that Emma could blame her.

Though hesitant at first, Elsa gave Emma the details she asked for. Such as the fact that Killian had just left for the airport after eating breakfast at her place. And his phone number.

Emma wouldn’t have minded talking to Elsa a bit more. Maybe asked what she thought of the whole Neverland-business, what with her sounding like a normal, sane person. Emma could use the perspective of another sane person.

If she told Mary Margaret what was really going on, the woman would either hug her for taking a chance on someone or slap her to try and wake her up from whatever madness she had spiralled into.

She couldn’t decide which was worse.

But after having thanked Elsa for her help, it seemed weird to stick around and ask further questions.

Finally, she was left with the chance to call Killian and tell him she had changed her mind. Oh, and that she’d found the spyglass.

What the hell am I doing? She could be finding her seat on the plane soon, on her way back home. But no, she was on a bench near the airport, trying to get herself to call Jones and hoping like hell Smee hadn’t gotten out yet and that neither he nor Zelena would find her sitting there.

Before she could chicken out, Emma dialled the number Elsa had given her. A moment passed in silence, no beeping indicating the call had gone through. Emma checked if she had pressed call. Which she had. As soon as she held her phone to her ear again, it went straight to voicemail though.

Emma frowned. Was he ditching her call? That wouldn’t make sense though - how would he know she was the one calling?

She tried again, and once more the call went straight to voicemail and she hung up. Maybe his phone was dead.

Emma all but growled in frustration. Of course his stupid flip phone would be dead right when she needed to call him and tell him-

She paused at that. What exactly was she going to tell him? Of course, the gist of it would be her admitting to believing him to some extent, and that she was willing to travel with him to “Neverland”. But how could she say that without his ego inflating to the size of Manhattan?

And how was she going to say it when his phone was dead?

The answer to that question was simple enough though. The bus route from Arendal to the airport included a change at a station about twenty minutes from the airport. She’d just have to catch him there and tell him everything face-to-face. Which didn’t sound awkward at all.

A coffee-to-go in hand, Emma waited at the bus station for about fifteen minutes before the bus from Arendal rolled in. Her leg bounced as she sat on a bench and dammit, she couldn’t deny she was nervous. But why should she be nervous? It was just Jones. Insufferable, cocky Killian Jones. There was no reason to be nervous about this.

But when the door opened and people started stepping out of the bus, Emma’s stomach coiled. She stood up, waiting to see that familiar face stepping out.

Why was she so nervous?

Granted, last she’d seen him she had turned her back on him after he had told her some pretty personal stuff - but she hadn’t been wrong to do so. She didn’t owe him anything. And he didn’t owe her anything. If he wanted, he could take the spyglass and leave her to go to New York: which should have sounded like the ideal option for Emma as well, but it just didn’t.

None of the people spilling out of the bus were Killian. Not yet at least. As one stranger after another stepped out, Emma realized something almost even more frightening. She wasn’t just nervous. She was excited. Excited at the idea of seeing him grin at her when he found out she hadn’t left, and she’d know that she had made the right choice... But what if he didn’t grin at her?

Emma realized she was biting her lip and mentally berated herself, straightened her posture and looked up-

And that’s when Killian walked out. For a second, some traitorous part of her imagined kissing that stupidly handsome face like in some cliché movie, and that’s when Emma knew she had made a huge mistake.

“Swan?”

Of course, he noticed her right then. He seemed to have trouble with believing his own eyes, and Emma took some small pride in that at least.

“Hi.”

They just stood there for a moment, several paces between them. Him with his surprised look, scratching that spot behind his ear; her with her coffee-cup in one hand and suitcase by her side, trying to forget the unbidden image that had flashed through her head.

“I thought you’d left for New York.”

“Yeah... I guess I changed my mind.”

“So you’re... not going to New York?”

“No. Well, I am at some point, but not today.”

A small grin started to spread on his face. Something genuine, something Emma hadn’t seen on his face before (or refused to notice before), and she couldn’t account for the things it was doing to her stomach. Before he could open his mouth and say something that - who knows - might turn her legs to jelly or something equally embarrassing, she rushed to explain herself.

“I’m not saying I don’t think all this Neverland-talk is crazy, because it is, but well... I guess that doesn’t mean it can’t be true.” Okay, she had to say something to make that grin go away. “I’m still pissed at you for not being honest with me from the beginning though, and don’t think I’ll let you off the hook that easily.”

“I wouldn’t dare, Swan.” Dammit, the grin only became cockier. Only for a second though, and then it turned back to that shy, hesitant smile and Emma couldn’t tell which was worst. “But you truly believe me now?”

(The shy one. Definitely the shy one.)

“Yeah.”

Neither said anything, as if both of them needed a moment to realize what she’d just admitted.

She didn’t need to say much more. Didn’t need to explain that though it hurt, she understood why he hadn’t told her everything from the beginning. And though she found everything pretty insane, she was willing to go through with the case.

And Emma didn’t need Killian to say anything to know that he understood.

He gave a small nod in gratitude. “I hope I’m not too presumptuous in thinking you’ll be joining me on a trip to Denmark then?”

It was Emma’s turn to smile now.

“Actually...” she drew it out, looking at her suitcase wherein she’d stashed the spyglass. “I don’t think we’ll need to go that far.”

Killian followed her line of sight towards her suitcase. He cocked his head in question and Emma could almost hear his ‘what are you on about, Swan?’ in her head.

“I ran into someone at the airport about an hour ago.” Killian’s eyes darkened and Emma guessed he’d jumped to the worst conclusion with Gold being the one she’d run into. “William Smee.”

“Smee?”

“Yeah. Looks like you were wrong about me being Gold’s spy but right about him having spies. Apparently Smee’s been following us since England along with some woman named Zelena West.”

“Bloody hell.”

Emma shot him a look of agreement. “Smee said Zelena was keeping an eye on you while he followed me to the airport, and I’m not sure where she is now, but last I saw Smee I’d punched him and locked him in a storage closet at the airport.”

Killian broke into a chuckle, eyes swimming with someone akin to pride. “I knew there was a little pirate in you, Swan.”

Why did that sound like one of the best compliments she’d ever gotten?

“I guess I’m only proving that by saying I took the spyglass from him before locking him in.”

“Smee had the spyglass?”

“Had being the keyword. Apparently he and Zelena found out about the Santa Maria del Mar painting before us and after breaking into my room and finding Liam’s drawings, they discovered the church first too. And the spyglass. The drawing you found was a diversion. Doesn’t matter now though, because I’ve got the spyglass.” Emma nodded towards her suitcase again.

The pride in Killian’s eyes turned to honest wonder. “You’re a bloody marvel, Swan.”

Okay, that was the best compliment she’d ever gotten. And how she was still standing was almost a marvel in itself.

“Yeah, well...” she shrugged, a blush creeping up on her face along with a smile. Fuck she hated herself like this. “Anyways, we don’t know where Zelena is - or if she’s heard this entire conversation - so I suggest we get a move-on. Please tell me you know where to go next.”

“Well, we’ve got all three objects now, so all we have to do is set sail.”

Somehow he made it sound natural. Like they were off to some fun relaxing sail-trip and not on a hopeless journey without a real course. And hell, other than during boat tours or ferries, Emma had never actually been sailing before.

Didn’t they usually fly to Neverland anyways?

“Right. Sailing. And uh, do you have a boat for that?” Emma asked.

“I’ve got a ship docked in Westport harbour in Ireland - taking a few tourists on board every now and then served as my livelihood for a while, alongside my attempts at writing. Alas, Westport’s too far away. Elsa told me Liam sailed to Neverland from a harbour in the northwest of Norway; my intention was to begin our journey the same.”

“So we’re going further north?”

“Aye. It seems a warmer coat doesn’t sound so foolish now, does it, love?”

Emma glared at him. He was right though. And what the hell - she’d already spent way more than should be allowed on a simple ‘overseeing of a business transaction’, travelled to four different countries in one week, straight-up punched a guy and locked him in a storage closet in an airport, disobeyed Regina’s orders by travelling further with this case and had all but started to believe in Neverland. How much harm could a new, warm coat do? She was going to get fired anyway, Emma was sure of that by now.

But the look in Killian’s eyes when he realized she wasn’t leaving him after all... and the way it just felt right to not give up on this case quite yet -

Well, getting fired was about the least of Emma’s worries now.

#csbb #when the tide turns #cs ff #my writings #cs fanfic #chapter 11 #enjoy!#cs au

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My other half | Chapter 3 [Sam Drake x Reader]

Pairing: Reader x Original male character, Samuel Drake x Reader

Summary: When destiny chose to call you, in the middle of the wedding hassle, you were excited to went to your last adventure before settling down.

You thought, that after going on the last adventure, you might realise that your life as a treasure hunter was over, and maybe you were ready to start live a ‘normal life’.

But when you had been sucked in to adventure to find Henry Avery’s treasure with your long time friend Nathan, and his mysterious brother Sam, you started to wonder that if stable life was what you were meant to have.

Especially when Samuel Drake felt like he was the missing part of your soul. And you truly needed to fight with yourself and find out what you really wanted with your life.

Words: 1893

A/N: Cursive words between ‘these’ are your thoughts.

Tags: @jodiereedus22 @random-aya @dragonjedihobbit @missdictatorme

My other half

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Chapter 3

You knocked Nate’s room door, and crossed your arms to your chest and waited. You heard him mumbling something inside, and his steps coming closer. You knew he’s going to refuse you’re going with them, but you would not let him to leave without you.

When he opened the door, he was little surprised to see you there, maybe he was waiting Sully to come back, or his brother, who you saw leaving Nate’s room not long after you and Sully did. Nate didn’t say anything, neither did you.

You stepped past him to inside his room while looking him with your brows furrowed, walking to the table and taking his notebook.

“So, fill me in.” You finally said.

“What? No, no, no [Y/N], you’re not coming with us.”

“Shut up Nate. I’m pissed at you for lying me and leaving me out of this. I’m coming.”

“No you -”

“Fill me in. If you won’t let me come, I’ll stay up all night, waiting for you to leave and follow you, okay?” you hissed to him and gave him a cold look. He knew that you’ll do that. You had done it before.

“Sully takes Elena back home.” You continued after turning to the table to look at the maps and notes.

You heard how Nate got closer to you. You felt how he was nervous and anxious. But if he wanted to talk, he’ll talk. You knew pushing him is no use.

“So, Henry Avery huh?” You asked when he stood next to you.

He gave you fast details about what they had found and where to head in the morning. He gave you his notebook, so you could learn about the treasure little bit by yourself. You were one of the only people who he might let to see his notebook. It was like a diary to him, even there were no secrets but it was his thing.

“Okay. I’ll look this through. I’ll see you in the morning.” You said and headed to the door.

“[Y/N] wait!”

You turned to Nate, who brushed his hand through his hair, clearly wanting to say something but he just didn’t knew what. You waited and gave him some time to organize his thoughts.

“How is she?”

You gave him a small, but gentle smile.

“Pissed. Hurt. She just need some time. I made a promise that I’ll take you home safely, so she sure is waiting for you.”

Nate nodded, and looked little relieved. You looked him for a moment before you opened the door and walked back to your room.

When you opened your room’s door, you saw how Elena was already sleeping in her bed, poor one had clearly cried herself to sleep, based from the tear traces on her cheek. You sighed, threw Nate’s notebook to your bed and walked next to her, to cover her with blanket and kissed gently her hair.

You laid down to your bed, hiding your face into your elbow and wondered what the hell of a day this has been.

You laid there for a while, before you sat up and chose to head to the small bar next to the motel. You needed couple of beers so you could sleep better, and to be honest, you weren’t that tired not just yet. The adrenaline were already veining in you, when you knew that in the morning you start your one last adventure - and you were going to do it with Nate. You grabbed Nate’s notebook from the bed, and left the room to head to the bar.

Gladly bar was quiet and there were only like ten people inside. You can have your couple of beers and examine Nate’s notebook in peace. You walked to the counter, put some coins on it and ordered your beer while tapping the counter with your fingernails. Your mind was racing when you tried to organize your thoughts and get good picture what was waiting for you.

You sat to the table in the middle of the bar and took a sip from your beer, while opening the notebook, starting to go through the pages.

Nate was always good making notes, and his drawing skills were really useful sometimes, you saw some stretched which helped you to understand and saw the whole picture much better. You smiled yourself when you looked down the notes - you had really missed this. You had really thought you will never got the chance to go to treasure hunting - especially with Nate.

You went through the pages, learned that they had already been in Italy and Scotland before Madagascar. You shook your head, while your eyes were roaming through the small notes in the pages. You chuckled once in awhile to Nate’s little funny or sarcastic note’s on the pages.

When you had finished the last page, you ordered another beer, and put the notebook away.

‘400 millions in gold and jewels. And half goes to Hector Alcazar. Jesus Nate’s brother is one big troublemaker.’ You thought and chuckled little to yourself. Well, Nate use to be same. And if you were honest, he still was troublemaker, on the other hand he wouldn’t be in this situation now. Waiter brought you your beer and you gave him couple bills, ask him to serve him another beer in a moment.

You glanced when you heard someone talking behind you.

“Y/N right?” You turned and saw Sam standing behind you. You nodded and turned your gaze forward and stared your beer. Without asking permission to join you, he sat other side of the table and you rolled your eyes. ‘God what an asshole.’

“What do you want?” You asked. Even though you were going to spend time with him for God knows how long, you didn’t want to see him right now.

“I was hoping you could stay out of this.” Sam said, his voice being deep and little bit angry. Clearly he had talked with Nate, because now he tried to consume to get out of the whole trip. You looked back at his hazel colored eyes when he stared at you with his brows furrowed.

You leaned to the table closer to him, without letting your eyes off from his.

“No.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

You chuckled and leaned back to your chair.

“It doesn’t matter. Nate already agreed that I’ll join you.”

“Oh, it felt like that you left him no choice when I talked to him.”

“I just wanna make sure Nate is coming home in one piece.”

“Why would you think I won’t made sure of that?” He asked and took a sip from his beer. You rounded your bottle between your hands.

“Well, Sam Drake. I don’t know you. I don’t know if you can be trusted.”

“I’m his brother.” He interrupted you and you chuckled again and took a sip from your beer.

“Yeah, brother who he hadn’t mention all these years.” You saw how his eyes darkened and face frowned. That hit him hard. You could see that in his eyes.

He sighed and laid back on his chair and didn’t say anything. You looked his face, trying to learn him. His nose looked like it had broke many times, probably from all the fights in prison. He had a small scar on his cheek below his right eye, it looked fresh, but also that it had been there for a while now.

But his eyes. In his eyes there was something that bothered you.

The more you look at him, the more you noted more similarity from Nate. Even they looked totally different, there was still something that made them to look like brothers. He also looked little shabby, with his couple day stubble and messy brown hair. ‘But yet he is handsome… Wait, what are you doing? You’re engaged, you’re suppose to get married! You can’t look him in that way!’ You thought and was about to touch your ring in your finger, but you remember you took it off so you wouldn’t lost it.

“So, fifteen years in prison huh? How did you end up there anyway? I’ll guess Nate was there too, or something, cause he told me he’s been in Panamanian jail before.”

You broke the silence and looked at Sam’s body language. You saw immediately the change in his eyes, they got dark, hurt and broken.

“We were looking clue’s to Avery’s treasure. We worked a guy named Rafe back then, he’s after this treasure with Shoreline now too. But yeah, back then, he bribed us in, we were suppose to walk there away but…”

He stopped for a while. He changed his position again and you followed his every movement. How his eyes moved, how his fingers twitched or how he licked his lips.

“Things didn’t go as planned and I got shot and Nathan assume I was dead.”

You nodded, that must have been really hard to Nate, maybe it was too painful to talk about his brother? And that was why he never mentioned him. Either way, he will tell you whole story when he’s ready to it.

“Do you have any experience about this?” Sam asked and broke the silence between you two what had started to flow again, while he roamed his eyes on your body to learn about you. You turned your eyes on him and looked him under your eyebrows.

“I have been hanging around with Nate when he was still treasure hunting, almost fourteen years if i remember right. So yes, I have experience about this.” You said and took another sip from your beer and smiled pleasantly. “Do you?”

Sam chuckled little offended.

“Please, I teached him everything he know.”

“Oh so you teached him how to be a lying bastard?” You didn’t think that of Nate, but you wanted to see what kind of person his brother was.

Sam’s face paled a little, just enough you to see it in the dime bar. You usually saw from people when they were lying, specially when you pushed the beehive, and Nate’s brother was no exception. He was hiding something. And you were going to find out what.

“What do you mean by lying bastard?” Sam’s voice sounded weak and squeaky. You hummed by yourself, that tone only confirmed your suspicions.

“Well if you teached him everything he knows, then he had learn from you how to lie to your love ones.”

Sam snorted and poured the rest of his beer down his throat and hitted his bottle back to the table and stood up. He leaned over the table, and his face were just inches away from yours. You could feel his warm breath against your face. He smelled cigarette, not only his breath, but also his clothes and his hair. That made your throat dry.

“Don’t drink too much so you won’t miss the boat. It’ll be shame.” He tilted his head and lifted corner of his lip to a small smile, before he turned and left. When you saw the door closing behind him, you realized you had hold your breath, so you gasped to get some air into your lungs.

Sam Drake, was the most mysterious man you had ever met. And you were going to find out what he was hiding.

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wang-yeon · 7 years

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Chewing gum (Park Jimin X reader)

Warning: cursing, sexual themes, smut I guess, raunchy language, mentions of alcohol, slight mention of drugs but not really, fluffy fluff

Summary: y/n has enough piled on her plate being a full time college student and began a virgin is added to the list. In seek to ridden her purity she attempts to find the right guy. Little does she know that the right guy is more interested in something else rather than her purity.

college is a stressful time for any young adult struggling with their inner bullshit. Each day you are faced with a new face on campus. A new story. Friendships bond over simple conversations that start from inconsequential talk to a mind bending relationship. Just the simple thought is to send anyone into over drive. The simple crave to have a relationship was enough to impassion or have great value to someone resulting in a great impact in there lives. enough to last a life time.

Out of all the faces in the crowd that including mine, I was the only sad bastard that desired this feeling while everyone else establish it without minding a blink. If only they knew how lucky they truly were to have a lucky someone. It doesn't even have to be someone, anyone. Sometimes we just need anyone. It doesn't matter who it is. Just anyone to remind us what's it like to live in the moment, and feel something before its over completely.

Sure I did have that one person that attempted to pursue these unrealistic goals. His name was Jeon Jungkook , but he often went by the name of Jungcock. I remember that specific moment he tried to be that anyone, making me live in the moment but very poorly.

I had came to the conclusion that it was a brilliant idea to lose my virginity the night me and jungkook had attended a forced religious study brought to you by my ever so 'loving' parents. This making it the perfect setting to fuck, sorry to put it bluntly but these were the thoughts that once surfaced my sick teenage brain. Of course the mood hadn't been set, while I was completely ignoring it jungkook was soaking in the awkwardness.

Many attempts later trying to get jungkook off he finally lets out a cry, which I totally took the wrong way. Thinking it was a cry from pleasure I began jerking him off faster making his face contort into a painful expression. I evidently got the hint once he busted out into tears. I had planned the night out to the brim but what I didn't imagine was to have a crying jungkook, patting him awkwardly as he poured out his gay fantasies.

Safe to say ever since that night I had reminded a virgin. Which isn't wrong I just didn't want to live this depriving life anymore. yes there was always porn but that never works out for me. see before the porn even started I would already find myself turned on, just like any horny virgin stuck in college.

As soon as I would click on the 'adult entertainment' the plot beings instantly killing my lady boner. it doesn't add up to me, I come on the site for one thing to simple pleasure myself by seeing a 7-10 minute film filled with satisfying moans but instead I'm faced with a full on movie with a real plot as if they are gonna win a Oscar.

I had been convinced that my vagina had been broken. so I hide myself from the world. Surviving from ramen noodles and red bulls I was all set. I was to afraid that the world would perceive me differently because of this. People would often use my virginity to their advantage, seeing my purity as a prize. My only source being able to hide. until my roommate told me other wise. she had brought up how I wasn't being social that being one of the reasons my vagina had magically stopped working. It just gave up.

My vagina wants convinced no one wanted it because it was untouched and pure. Like a flower, if that flower was all fucked up suffering from her dumbass roommate.

Hours passed as she attempted to revamp my whole being. almost to the point of looking like a stripper. not to insult the strippers out there, I'm sure your definitely doing better off then me. the only reason why I decided to try and go to this party was not because of my new found appearance or because my roommates boyfriend namjoon would be getting the alcohol but because I was simply promised food.

nothing more nothing less.

there wasn't even food.

nothing but alcohol.

My roommate had left me by the time we got through the door leaving me to awkwardly pretend like I'm having an intimate fake conversation on the phone. "whos the lucky guy?" my attention was cut sort as I turned around being faced with a cheeky brunette who I must say had an award winning smile. His face was sure enough to kick start my broken vagina

(I am so sorry, I wrote this at 2am and I am now realizing what the fuck is wrong with me)

"the guy on the phone, or is it a girl. It is the 21st century and all." the overly handsome boy said pointing to my phone.

He must had heard the conversation between me and...well nobody sensing I had no one to talk to besides myself.

"Oh it was nobody." I say waving him off a with a slight smile, one that couldn't compete to his. it was weird that I was feeling such fondness to someone I haven't properly met, but damn was he good to look at.

"Oh well if it was nobody then I guess they wouldn't mind if I introduced myself." I never nodded my head as fast I did in that moment, I swear I almost broke my neck. I was still in the process of trying to figure out what he wanted to do with me. if only he knew what lied beneath all this stripper exterior. again no disrespect to strippers.

"My name is park jimin, but you can just call me jimin I don't mind. what about you? a beautiful girl like you must have a name."

He had me wrapped around his finger

"Oh my names Y/N, you can call me Y/N noting special I'm sorry." I played off my awkwardness with a quick deprived laugh.

"woah."

"what?" I began to panic searching my face for any minor detail on my face as his small statement worried me.

"Oh nothing, its just I cant believe someone as perfect as you could also share the name of a goddess." Jimin held a sweet exterior and I wanted nothing more than to see what he could actually be capable of when he gets the upper hand. it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off.

a small tug on my dress brought me out of my 'I need to fuck jimin' phase, as I turned around a complete bored expression painted my face. my roommate had come in at the most imperfect time. she had been the one to come up with the idea to get my broken vagina back in the works. I haven't even seen her this entire party and she pops up now. this must mean that I wasn't meant to have sex with jimin.

ha lets be honest I'm still gonna have sex with jimin.

but before I could take any sort of action my oh so lovely roommate decided to tug me off with her to a beer pong table. Jimin still sported his loving smile while I was being tugged away but soon deflated as I grew further away. well looks like I lost the only chance of sex tonight. I was placed at the head of the table, the horizon filled with seas of solo red cups with what I assumed were filled with beer.a happy roommate by my side wishing I could share the same expression but remained the unamused expression. That was until I found out who we were playing against.

"Hey jimin get over here, I cant lose to my girlfriend and her roommate." my head immediately shot up at namjoons mention of jimin. my head fully coming up from its previous stances as I face jimin.

He flashes me a smirk and bites his lips as he made eye contact with me. I noticed that he had gained more confidence due to his kill worthy actions and as I look over at the cups in my view and cant help but eagerly wonder how much more confidence jimin can gain by the simple sip of a cup. or two. the couple of rounds were spent by many laughs and the splashes of the ball hitting the intoxicating beer. as the rounds went on we saw the game as nothing but a blur enjoining each others company.

namjoon and roommate had been all over each other while me and jimin oh so subtlety flirted and shared affectionate glances. these actions were enough to send me into over drive.

I began to completely forget about the game as the sound of the ball hitting the rim clinked in my ears every chance I got. jimin retrieved the ball before sparing me a glance.

"This shot goes out to my lucky lady!" Jimin said clearly intoxicated but so was everyone at that party including myself. he still managed to make my heart swell even in his drunken oblivion.

"Go ahead kiss the ball baby, your my little good luck charm." jimin said shoving the ball in my face.

This situation already was weird by his choice of words but grew weirder as he shoved the ball in my face. none of the less I kissed the ball still remaining eye contact with him which he found oddly sexy.

"Maybe one on the lips for extra good luck." Oh park jimin was gonna be the death of me. I had to be a complete idiot to deny this. I placed my arms around his neck as he placed his around my waist. our lips were centimenairs apart, thesecual tensions driving us to close the gap.

"Hey don't give him all of your luck, we don't want them to win!" my roommate said as she proceeded to pull me and jimin apart. we both let out a loud sigh going back in our previous position. remind me to get a new roommate. eventfully jimin made the cup earning a satisfying splashing victory fill his teams ears.

I quickly reached for the cup noticing it being different from the cups, it being marked as 'the krusty krab secret formula'. Of course I drank it but as everyones face twisted into a scared expression I went quiet.

"Woah, whats wrong with you guys?"

"Joon, she took the special one...The dru-"

"I fucking know, cant you see me freaking out. maybe she'll be okay."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHELL BE OKAY?! She just took a few grams of-"

"Lets go to the pool!"

Those had to be the most awkward moments for me. I stood there silently observing as namjoon and roommate attempted to have a quiet conversation about something I couldn't catch on to. I could tell jimin was just as confused as I was, but couldn't really focus on anything as I began to see pretty shapes and colors I could distinguish.

I somehow managed to make my way to the pool, in a very unstable fashion do to the liquids in my system. Everyone in the pool had took the liberty to swim in their underwear, so I followed along.

I felt a small tap on my shoulders turning around being faced with a the shit eating smirk that was painted on his face ever since the alcohol began lurking in his system. this was certainly a good thing as it was directing us to have a more direct conversation rather than sober.

"I thought I lost you for a second, couldn't lose someone as beautiful as you." To jimin he may have been saying the most simplest of things to me it was as if he was reciting a poem deep from his heart. For all I know he probably says this to countless amount of girls, what made me so special?

I quickly covered it up with a laugh and splashing water in his face which wasn't the best idea. The water had gotten trapped in his hair causing the once straight hair to become wet and stick to his forehead. Making him grow hotter.

Jimin responded by grabbing me by the waist and placing me on his shoulder, letting a yelp fall from my mouth.

"Jimin let me down." I protested but secretly knew that I didn't want him to let go. "Alright." Jimin obliged as he let go of me, a loud splash filled the atmosphere as both our bodies fell underneath the pools surface. I closed my eyes attempting to reach the surface of the pool before feeling a body collide with mine. I quickly came up to the surface with a dazed expression as my arms were locked around jimins neck and his on my waist.

It was sure enough to shock the both of us being in that position but was it a bad thing. "Look at that, I think I saved your life."

"I think you deserve an award due to such braver." I knew that my comment was risky but my actions were enough to diagnose me as borderline crazy. I had managed to easily wrap my legs around jimins waist bringing us at a closer proximity.

"Oh? I was hopping for just a kiss." Of course he was. Jimin didn't want me. He was far better then any of the guys I had ever thought of losing my virginity to. I took my legs off from around him. Looks like I was shit out of luck.

"I mean it certainly isn't a bad thing. I'm sure every part of you looks good...taste good." Jimin said seductively licking his lips as he brought my legs back around his waist. My cheeks began to flame a crimson color at his statement.

"Is this what you say to all of your girls?"

"I'm flattered that you think I have girls lined up but when will you notice it's only you. Your so beautiful. Every aspect of you. Your personality. Your beautiful body. Your perfect baby." Jimin finished his heartfelt sentence with a firm squeeze on my ass making it the icing on the cake.

I carefully brought my lips to his needing the feel of our lips together. The kiss started off slow almost as afraid it would end at any moment but as it progressed we began to become intoxicated by he kiss. The alcohol already consuming our system has added to the ecstasy flowing through as intensifying the feeling. Jimin backed slowly to the pool wall his hands beginning to wander to my core. My stomach tightened at his gesture letting a low moan fall from my lips. Encouraging his confidence.

"I wanna feel you baby, is that okay?" I nodded eagerly as his hands guided his way to my heat. His hands began to circle around my clit as he began kissing my neck leaving his love bites. Truth be told was I never had an orgasm, well no guy had ever gave me an organism. It was usually always my sex deprived self left alone to take care of my business making this a completely different experience. It had gotten so intense to the point that I couldn't control my moans. Jimin attempted to silence them with his lips only making me crave the moment even more.

He began to tease my opening, the euphoria coming in contact with my body once again. I couldn't take it anymore the feeling of the euphoria running through my body sending it into overdrive. I quickly grabbed jimins hands signaling him to stop. After all the setting we were in was a pool. Surrounded by people. Clearly Jimin couldn't help it. Somehow he did manage to extract his hands from my heat.

"Sorry, you were just so wet I couldn't help myself." It's like he wanted to take me right then and there which I would have obliged to but due to the scene sadly the circumstances couldn't have been the same.

"Jimin, it's like your trying to kill me!" I said hitting Jimin lightly on the arm embarrassed by his abrupt statement. Jimin thought nothing of it as he smiled into my neck giggling lightly.

"Don't hide your smile, it makes me insides melt." maybe the alcohol lurking in my system wasn't as good as his. I couldn't stop the flow of words leaving my mouth. each coming out after the next, each word more dirtier than the next. Even though jimin had the chance to swim away from me he didn't, choosing to stay. I had came to the conclusion that he was absoultuly insane, lucky for him I am to. obviously.

"Well I have to say seeing you in such minimal clothing really makes me want me take you here right now." Jimin said going along with conversation but his dirty talk was far better than mine, it also having a greater affect.

"And seeing you in this pool,water all over your body. Oh baby I'm sure you can be wetter than this." By this point I was dripping and ready for my virginity to be gracefully taken by park jimin.

We had managed to stumble up the steps with drunken kisses in search of the nearest bedroom in need to relieve the tension. Panic began to roll through my body as we entered the room, jimin quickly closing the door pushing me into the wall where he continued to kiss me. His hands soon diverted to the inside of my thighs growing closer to my heat. This simple action caused a loud moan to escape from my lips surprising jimin before a dark expression rolled over his face.

Jimin quickly picked me up placing me on the bed where he got in between my thighs ever so slightly and gently grinding against my core. At an agonizing rate. I wanted more lifting my hips meeting his thrusting making him let a deep groan but silencing it as his lips connected to my neck, me responding constantly to each mark he made.

"Hey can we try something?" I said in a quiet voice, not trusting myself to speak to loud afraid I would let out a loud moan. Jimin nodded his head but still continued his journey on leaving soft purple marks on my neck. I pushed him back a little before taking my shirt off causing jimins heart to quicken and his eyes to widen.

"Um may...May touch..Your um." I laughed at the new jimin before me. One who was stuttering due to nervousness. It was as if the confidence drained from him as I gided his hands to my clothed boobs. it was cute to see him venerable. His hands remained stiff before he squeezed them slightly making a quiet moan leave my lips.

This obviously encouraging him he continued his actions before I reached to updo my bra to which he stopped me. "Hey its okay, we don't have to do any drastic."

"Oh, um okay." I took my hand away from my bra straps bringing them to my side.

I had never gone this far with a guy and when I almost had they were never as indering as jimin was. I looked over his features before placing his face in my hands connecting our lips together. I climbed on his lap enjoying the sounds falling from his lips and I'm sure he felt the same as for me. I slowly grinded my hips feeling his member poke my thigh.

I proceeded to take off his shirt feeling over his muscles liking the skin to skin contact. our tonuges began to battle for dominance, I gided my ran to his member causing me to win the battle. I quickly reached for his zipper bringing it down before he stopped me.

"Hey calm down, we don't have to go this fast. We don't even have to have sex if you want to?" It cared that he worried about me and my thoughts but in reality I wanted nothing more but to fuck him and finally be ridden rom my virginity. "sorry I'm just really nervous."

"hey its okay like I said we don't have to do anything, I still think your a cool girl." a cool girl? I wanted be so much more than a cool girl, but I didn't protest instead just silently accepting.

"Yeah, we can still hang out, without doing anything major."

"Yeah, I would love to keep on talking to the beautiful girl I met tonight. Well I guess I should take you home." And just like that my virginity dreams were crushed.

jimin had managed to drive me back to my dorm room with the help of making sure I was in the right state of mind. I invited him into the dorm with open arms as he excepted it insisting he needed to nurse me back to health. aka he wanted to have sex with me. at least I think I sat fidgeting on my bed as jimin retrieved some water for me, and then proceeding to sit on the bed with me crossing his fingers. as we both sat in silence.

filling the air with tension.

"I'm sorry." I say as my lips quivered realizing my idiotic behavior that occurred throughout the night.

"Oh baby you don't need to be sorry, sure the night didn't go as we planned but one thing for sure is that I met a beautiful girl through it."

Their he goes again saying romantic things making my heart swoon. why did he have to be so perfect. to perfect. someone I couldn't get no matter how hard I longed for.

"Oh please, I'm not beautiful. sure with the makeup I look descent but besides that, I look identical to a trashcan." Jimin had a bored expression playing on his face as these words left my mouth not beliving a word that flowed from my mouth.

"Okay you want me to be honest? You remind me of a flower, a flower that is anything but beautiful and worthy, at least that's what people may think. but when you bloom and open up to the people around you that's when your beauty shows. You need to open up to people more instead of opening your legs to get to the source, because that doesn't matter like your personality ."

Sure the beginning of the sentence didn't begin off oh so glamorous but it was the message that he proclaimed that caused his statement to come off sincere. In that moment I realized that I was looking for something when something else had already found me. what I'm trying to say is that I was seeking to lose my virginity something that means a lot to a person, that's all I was focused on.

While jimin was focused on the likeability, he didn't care about my sex appeal just about my heart. That's all he was seeking for, just someone he could care for. He found me. I was to naïve to realize it. I was lost in my head. He was lost in his heart. He wasn't as lost as I was, I was far beyond lost that I couldn't make sense of it or why it was meant for me but yet I began to be drawn to it all.

Now as we lay in my bed mindlessly kissing Id like to think after all the tragic events that occurred that somehow he feels the same. So perhaps being connected to someone and not in a sexual derogatory manor but rather as a close relationship. This being something I had craved all along. The need to need someone, anyone.

Jimins hands carefully holding my waist making me feel like I am as fragile and delicate as a doll. His care makes me feel as if I was his main priority. Its crazy after one night how quick a connection can occur between two people. weather it be a friendship or sexual encounter.

I had thought about what the world thinks of me. My appearance. my personality. My virginity. every aspect of me. I have thought about this for so long that some parts of me have changed to fit the life of others I achieved to once be. I can see now that virginity has nothing to do with these aspects.Just some sorry excuses i used, blocking out the real problem. I longed for a human connection.

His soft snores filled my ears his arms wrapping tighter around me as if he's afraid that ill leave. I had someone who cares about me and shows open affection, and if at least one person can see my true self/ beauty instead of seeing my virginity as a title. then I can have the will power to show my true self and actually open up to the people I care for the most.

A/n I wanted to post this story sometime sooner but turns out a special person was giving birth and I had to go witnesses it and I saw EVERYTHING but I manage to finish the writing while she gave birth. also I'm thinking about a part two

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salutethepig · 6 years

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My Dad's pigs

Well, strictly, there weren’t his.

OK, I’d better give you some more background hadn’t I? There’s already some words on my Mum in this blog from earlier, so it seems only right that he also gets a fair crack of the narrative whip in my ongoing pig tales. And I’m actually more than a little surprised that I’ve not got around to talking that much about them — except in passing — until now, some years after the blog was started. So, sorry to you both! I love you; it wasn’t a deliberate slight 🙂

But first, here’s a shot of the (in-)Famous Five. Not sure where this was taken but I’m the one on the right in the back row. By the way, you will note that my pristine discriminate suss vis a vis clothes, hair-cuts and general hard-core posing, has always been with me…

Dad had an interesting, varied life. He’d been a merchant sailor on the Russian Convoys in WWII. He’d graduated from the Royal College of Music as a pianist and, initially at least, taught piano, but after he’d met my Mum (met up again that is; they’d split up and gone their separate ways, until Mum went down to Devon and, so her version goes, “dragged him back to Oxford and away from that other woman”), five children came along in rapid succession and it was soon apparent that the measly pay offered a music teacher wasn’t enough to support us all. Taking a cue from his own Dad, he re-trained as an accountant and started working for firms up & down the country. We moved. A lot. By the first 10 years of my life, I think we’d had 4 or 5 different places we called home.

And a couple of early shots of them attending someone elses’ wedding and, in the second, their own.

[I’ve even recently attempted to map some of the houses — it’s available here as The Bulow Clan homes for any of you stalkers out there — and, using Street-view, took a look at how they’re doing now. It’s quite surprising quite how much hasn’t changed from my memories of them, memories in some cases, from over 40 years ago]

Whilst it meant that we were forever making & then saying good-bye to short-lived friendships (at first those children next door, or just along the road, then later, those at primary school), it also resulted in us becoming a superbly well-tuned and tight-knit fighting unit, skilled at packing up one day and then efficiently moving these 7 people, their dog and their furniture to a new location, the very next day. I think I said before that my Mum could easily have organised the Normandy landings — her grasp of logistics was that good. We were the civvie equivalent of the Royal Engineers, moving men, vehicles & supplies through a devastated wasteland.

Here’s a later retirement shot — from the back garden in their nice, newly built, modern house. Finally, my Mum got to have a house that she didn’t have to look after all the time. Didn’t stop her still doing so, mind you…

And then, just like that, Dad gave up the life of an accountant and became a pig farmer. Well, in my memory, it was like that. In all likelihood, it took probably a few weeks or months — at least — to convince my Mum that this wasn’t the most insane idea he’d ever had. Dad was bright (and funny and kind), but sometimes you wouldn’t know it. He also could (and did) drink. And that was a problem at times. I recall being driven by him (in retrospect, a very pissed him) at high-speed around Bournemouth, where we were visiting his parents and after he’d had a row with Mum. He was often pretty useless with money; rather surprising for an accountant and I recall Mum keeping separate little pots for each bill and, once or twice we kids and Mum had to hide silently under the bed and pretend that we weren’t in, when the milkman (or similar dunned debtor) came a’ knockin’.

But become a pig farmer he did. There were, I’m sure, some sharply hissed, unkind words from behind the closed bedroom door or from the front-room, as they discussed it, but again, in my memory, we just effortlessly and calmly segued into our new lives on farms. Dad had always loved pigs, working with them in Devon, so, whilst an unexpected change of tack — at least to us — maybe not a total bombshell for my Mum. Who knows now? But there we were. Living in farm cottages as Dad never owned his own farm; he was always a tenant farmer. But one big advantage of this was that the job came complete with a large house. I’m sure the wages were pretty crap but at least they didn’t have to find rent money and were able to have separate bed-rooms for (most) of us!

Here’s the place at Kingsdown, in Kent. We moved here when I was just 11, from the previous farm in Essex. This was the last one he worked at and it specialised in careful, highly skilled breeding programmes. Now. this pristine, white house is divided into two properties but when we were there, it was all ours. Complete with nests of rats under the garden shed. An endless source of fun for us and the family and farm dogs. Corn fields behind. Bluebell woods on the horizon. And an old Royal Marine training ground further along the farm road — dangerous as all hell, full of collapsing tunnels, hidden drops and unstable sandy banks, so therefore irresistible to us.

And here, the farm buildings that housed the pigs, now looking almost deserted (and a likely asbestos health & safety nightmare), but these were where Dad worked, where we all ‘helped’ him and, from the concrete jetties, where the animals were loaded and off-loaded. The grain store and chute, at the back, was another treasure trove of rats for hunting. Oh, and it also had a large oil-drum sized tub of black molasses given to the pigs to supplement their diet. Scooping a fistful out when no one was looking, was a treat for all of us kids.

And so, as I said therefore, not his pigs. But as far as the porkers and we were concerned, they may as well have been. He loved them. He cared for them. He bedded them down when they were ill, supervised their births, farrowing, feeding, growth and deaths. As a breeding experimental site, we had quite tight access controls (for that time); and the occasional foot & mouth outbreaks nearby meant we often went into lock-down and once — luckily only the once — we had to watch as all the animals there had to be killed and burnt. An horrific sight, sounds and a smell that lingered in the air and clothes and even the hedgerows for days afterward. A lot of us cried that day. Including my Dad.

An earlier farm was also the cause of more than one or two nightmares for me. The pig manure was swept into huge underground pits (using what were, in effect, giant rubberised Squeegee mops) from where it was rather (to me) ingeniously pumped out, through a network of pipes either onto the nearby fields or into tankers for disposal elsewhere. Leaning over the manhole covers, seeing the churning, stinking dark, seething mass below, made me wake screaming in the night as I ‘watched’ Dad slip into it and get sucked away.

Gentle reader? Of course, it never happened. For which I for one am profoundly grateful. He went on to live for another 30 years or so.

But “what about the pigs”, I hear you cry? “Tell us more about them”?

Despite (or rather because of) the intensive breeding attempts, these weren’t anything special — certainly not rare breed types, just pink & large — except in their ability to grow quickly to weight, to be low in fat, to produce large litters. You know, the same as everyone else, the same as almost the entire rest of the world was looking for. We (Dad and his fellow pig-herds) were ‘guilty’ of the crimes I’ve previously excoriated the English farmer for. I suppose we could claim that this was a different time and that we “knew no better”, and in all honesty, I think that’s pretty much the case. I don’t recall anyone then extolling the benefits of the old style pigs — hardier, tastier, able to live outside — whilst calling for them to be retained. The dash for profit was headlong and Dad’s employers weren’t immune to that siren call. So these ones weren’t kept outside; they lived in inside sties. The floors were concrete (although they had huge quantities of fresh straw changed twice daily to move around on, root round in, dig for their food in). Food was generally high-energy pellets. They got given some fruit on occasions. But precisely because this was a breeding farm and the owner was paranoid about infections or diseases from outside, pigs weren’t allowed the scraps and swill from school canteens that we saw used on the earlier farms.

Ideal? No. Unfeeling? Yes, pretty much I guess. The sows had large-ish farrowing crates even then, so the natural bonding that should occur was less likely to happen. We docked tails. We de-tusked the boars. They didn’t get to run around outside, to root, to dig, to play in the way that this most sociable of animals needs to. And whilst I never saw anyone treating them cruelly or unkindly, still, this was a processing operation. I’m not happy looking back at the lives these animals led because of us. I’m unsure how to end this piece. For the time and place, they had a better life than some and Dad was uniformly caring of them. I suppose that’s the best I can say. Somehow though, it doesn’t seem a fitting epitaph for all the work and care and effort that he put into his animals. We never really spoke about this or how welfare for animals had changed when we’d both got older. And I regret that. And I miss him. Of course. But I think he’d have approved of my coming back to write about these lovely creatures. Thanks Bernie. For everything.

Oh, and one last thing? As far as I know, we’re not related to this branch of the extended Bulow Clan. We visited there whilst living in Florida. A beautiful place, calm, green, verdant. And yet. And yet. The stench of slavery — like burning pork — doesn’t wash away, even in the torrential Florida rains…

In 1821, Major Charles Wilhelm Bulow acquired 4,675 acres of wilderness bordering a tidal creek that would later bear his name. Using slave labor, he cleared 2,200 acres and planted sugar cane, cotton, rice and indigo. Major Bulow died in 1823, leaving the newly established plantation to his seventeen year old son, John Joachim Bulow.

After completing his education in Paris, John Bulow returned to the Territory of Florida to manage the plantation. Young Bulow proved to be very capable. John James Audubon, the famous naturalist, was a guest at the plantation during Christmas week 1831. In a letter to a patron, Audubon wrote:

“Mr. J.J. Bulow, a rich planter, at whose home myself and party have been for a whole week under the most hospitable and welcome treatment is now erecting some extensive buildings for a sugar house.” Bulowville, Florida December 31, 1831.

Bulow’s sugar mill, constructed of local “coquina” rock, was the largest mill in East Florida. At the boat slips, flatboats were loaded with barrels of raw sugar and molasses and floated down Bulow Creek to be shipped north. This frontier industry came to an abrupt end at the outbreak of the Second Seminole War. In January 1836, a band of raiding Seminole Indians, resisting removal to the West, looted and burned the plantation. It would never recover. Bulow returned to Paris where he died the same year.

Today, the coquina walls and chimneys of the sugar mill remain standing as a monument to the rise and fall of the sugar plantations of East Florida.

My Dad’s pigs was originally published on Salute The Pig

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Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter o1. Unasked Questions

Clothed in a dark teal drape dress, you rubbed your slightly protruding belly in front of the mirror. It was so miraculous to you how another human being was slowly growing inside of you. Large hands wrapped around your body. Turning around, your glowing eyes met with the dark twinkling ones of your handsome husband. He nuzzled his nose against your neck before rewarding the side of your face with a delicate kiss. With a toothy grin, you turned around and automatically fell into his chest. Squeezing tightly against him, you let out a light giggle when your baby bump prohibited you from getting any closer.

“Guess I’ll have to say goodbye to big, warm hugs,” you sighed out of contentment rather than unhappiness.

“It’s okay, Jagiya, I can always hug you from behind,” your husband tried to cheer you up and you nodded in agreement.

With his thumb, he tenderly stroked your jaw and bent over to place his lips on top of yours. Your cheekbones soared up to the hollows of your eyes as you smiled into the kiss. Breaking the kiss, you held your husband’s face in your small hands and gazed into his captivating eyes. Even though you two were married already and about to welcome your first child, you sometimes still reminiscence about your first meeting and all the bickering between you two until slowly your lust for him morphed into true love and his annoyance toward you turned into pure adoration.

He leaned in again to give the feathers of your lashes a little tender love and care. You returned his gift by sucking lightly on the crook of his neck. He bent his head back and groan so you ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes rolled back in pleasure causing you to flush a familiar tinge of pink.

“Oppa…” you puckered your lips and went on your tippy toes.

Stroking your cheek, he smiled with his eyes and leaned over to grant you your wish but just as his thick lips grazed over yours, a knock interrupted your love affair.

“Jongin-ah! ________ah! Time to go, are you guys ready?” your mother-in-law’s voice rung from the doorway.

Pouting, you crinkled your nose and your feet fell flat against the floor. Jongin pinched your nose.

“Coming, Omma!” he responded.

Extending his hands out, his fingers interlaced through yours as he gently tug for you to follow. He doesn’t let it go even through the car ride. In fact, his grasp only tightened protectively around you as soon as you two entered the crowded venue. Due to your husband’s firm prohibition for you to wear the slightest heels, your feet were incased in super flat flats – the flattest flats he could find. Thus, making you extremely shorter than him.

You whimpered.

“What’s wrong?” Jongin asked, stopping in his tracks.

“These shoes are so flat, I feel like I am getting sucked into the ground,” you whined.

“But we need to take special precaution for the baby, especially since my wife likes to fall on flat surfaces,” he explained.

“But I’m not even that big yet. I can totally balance myself. Oppa, can I please change to some heels?” you pleaded, swaying his hand from side to side cutely.

“Nope. No can do. Right, my Little Bean?” Jongin spoke, patting your baby bump.

“But I’m not even tall enough to kiss you,” you mumbled in a whisper more to yourself than to him.

Your husband chuckled and bent over to hover flirtatiously over you. On your tippy toes, you puckered your lips anticipating the soft touch of his juicy lips but instead Jongin’s face got higher and higher. Confused, you looked down to realize he was also teasingly on his tiptoes. An adorable whimper escaped from your lips and you slapped your husband’s chest. This only caused him to laugh louder so you released his hand, crossed your arms, and pretended to walk off.

“Jagiya…” he chased after you, still chuckling.

He pulled you by the arm and pinned you against the wall. Smiling, he leaned over again and kissed your lips zealously. You squealed when he sucked on your lower lip before letting go.

“Aigoo. You two need to get a room,” a young man spoke.

Instantly, you recoiled and bowed to greet your visitor.

“Luhan-hyung,” Jongin called and they embraced into a tight hug.

“This is my wife, _______ ________,” your husbanded introduced then turned to you, “Jagiya, this is Lu—”

You cut him off, “Luhan-sunbaenim, captain of the soccer team of my alma mater”.

Luhan nodded impressed and spoke, “Oh hey, I do remember you! You used to have pigtails right?”

You enthusiastically nodded, surprised that a handsome sunbaenim even knew of your existence.

After a round of casual chitchatting, Luhan pointed at your stomach and jokingly said, “I could have sworn you two just got married half a year ago. Already pregnant?”

“We’ve been busy,” Jongin responded, winking at you.

You flushed bright red and slapped him on the arm. Luhan chuckled amusingly at you two as you bickered like an old couple. A few of your father’s business partners showed up and you bowed respectfully to greet them.

“Wow, Jongin-ah. _______ah, congratulations!” a middle-aged female spoke.

“Thank you!” Jongin and you replied in unison.

“How far are you?” another asked.

“Almost four months,” you answered, rubbing your belly.

“We always knew you two were deeply in love,” another chimed, causing you to sway from side to side in shyness and glee.

Soon conversations almost became pregnancy announcements due to the fact that for the past few months, you two hadn’t informed anyone besides your immediate family and of course your best friend, Bang Minah. Throughout the party, everyone continued to comment on your fast and unexpected pregnancy and the news spread like wild fire.

Another round of socializing with other guests and you discovered yourself feeling a bit queasy. You weren’t at all surprised when Jongin pulled you away from the crowd to rest; he always tended to notice your unwellness before you did.

He guided you over to a resting area. There, you comfortably snuggled your head against Jongin’s broad shoulders.

“Jagiya, are you okay?” his voice soothed your tensed muscles.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, cuddling even closer, “Just a little tired”.

“Take a nap,” he suggested but you shook your head.

“Oppa, you always forget to wake me up,” you reasoned.

He laughed and explained, “It’s not that I forget. You just always look so peaceful when you’re sleeping and I get lost staring at my sleeping angel”.

@#!$#@%#$%

A sweet smile curled on your lips and your eyelids slowly swung. Beside you, Jongin kissed your temples lightly.

When you woke up again, your husband looked down at you lovingly as if you were some enchanted being sent from Heaven. You buried your head in his chest for warmth and he placed his chin on top of your head. And even though it was super loud outside, you felt so safe in the little world of only the two of you.

Of course Mother Nature had to ruin the beautiful moment. Being pregnant meant you basically had a growing human using your bladder as a mattress. Taking your hand into his, Jongin and you walked back into the crowd of people. Even at the halls, you could already tell that it was the prime time of the party for the number of guest that populated the venue had multiplied tenfolds. Jongin held you tightly by the waist in case some drunken visitor decided to invade your personal space.

“I’ll wait here for you,” your husband informed when you reached the front of the ladies’ room.

As soon as you entered, you bumped face-to-face with your husband’s infamous ex, Lee Sohee. You two exchanged looks of judgment. She sneered and you rolled your eyes, ignoring her to go into a stall to relieve your overfilled bladder.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy,” she hollered bitterly.

You cringed at the idea that she might be cursing the child in your tummy. A coward part of you almost prayed for her to just leave the bathroom, but from the slit of the stall’s door, you could tell that she was waiting for you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and exited the stall to meet with her again. However, you avoided any eye contact; planning to just quickly wash your hands and leave to reunite with your husband.

“How many months?” she asked.

You looked at her reflection in the mirror as she scrutinized at you from head to toe.

“U-Um…almost four,” you mumbled, walking over to the hand dryer. She followed.

“So…honeymoon baby…” she concluded.

Wrong, biotch. I got pregnant even before the honeymoon. Internal sigh. You heard yourself sigh out loud. Crap.

“You’re a pretty smart girl though…” she spoke.

Wait, what? Did she just compliment me? You narrowed your eyes at her.

“Getting pregnant to lock Jongin-oppa into the marriage. What? Did you tamper with your birth control or something?” she accused.

Your mouth fell open to form an “O”. Whut did she just say? I dare you to say it again biotch.

“I did no such thing,” you countered, trying to be as calm as possible for the sake of the baby, but the paper towel in your hand was crumpled into a wrinkly ball. Your sharp nails dug into the palm of your hand.

She rolled her eyes, leaned back against the sink and taunted, “You think Oppa really loves you? Then I take back what I said about you being a smart girl”.

Okay, whatever biotch.

Holding your stomach protectively, you tried to excuse yourself but she walked in your way. Sohee was probably at least 5’7’’ and considering the fact that you had flats on, she towered over you. You grimaced, debating whether you should call Jongin for help.

“If Oppa really loved you then he would have taken precaution like he did with me,” she provoked.

You stood still trying so desperately to ignore her words but your brain was already overanalyzing it at a rate faster than the speed of light. Did…did she just hint to me that Oppa and her had an intimate relationship before?

Seeing your flustered expression, she smirked, turned at a pivot, and began to walk out. Hold up biotch, you are not about to go without explaining yourself! You stormed out after her.

“HOLD UP BIOTCH!” you hollered loud enough for people down the hall to hear.

The smile on Jongin’s face dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing your agitated state. You ignored him and chased after Sohee, grabbing her by the arm. She turned around with watery puppy dog eyes. OH, STOP ACTING. Just then, your husband caught up to you and dragged you a few feet away.

“Hey, hey Jagiya…calm down,” Jongin used his body to block you two from each other.

“Oppa…” Sohee called, causing you to fume again.

Why the hell was this biotch still so clingy to your husband? You grabbed your shoe to throw at her but remembered that you didn’t have heels on so you ended up spurting out curses while thrashing against Jongin’s grip on you.

“Calm down…” your husband kept repeating.

“Oppa…” Sohee murmured again.

OMFG I’M GOING TO SCRATCH YOUR PRETTY FACE!

“GO!” Jongin shouted, motioning for Sohee to leave while he held you back.

You looked at your husband in disbelief. Angered by his protectiveness over his ex, you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be an expensive looking pen in Jongin’s breast pocket. It was sent flying toward Sohee, who was leaving. Oh hell no she was not going to leave the battlefield acting like the victim!

“JAGIYA!” Jongin half-yelled causing you to stagger back in shock. Did…did he just yell at me for another girl? Your lips quivered and you stopped fighting his grasp. He swooped you up, walked over to the dining hall, and gently placed you down on a chair. You kicked around childishly. Sighing, your husband attempted to relax you by hugging you tightly.

“Shh…Calm down, Babe” he whispered.

With teary eyes, you looked up and asked, “Did you know what she said to me?”

“No, but it doesn’t matter because you’re my wife and she is not,” he simply replied.

You’re furious that Jongin remained so damn calm about it all.

“Honey, you’re scaring the baby,” he reasoned.

Finally, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths. Jongin massaged your hands with his.

“Kim Jongin, exactly how many woman did you have before me?” you questioned, exasperated.

He swallowed in guilt nervously and you grimaced. That means a lot.

“But it doesn’t matter because I married you and you’re the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with,” he concluded.

You still frowned but reminded yourself that the past was the past. During your marriage vows, you had promised to accept him wholly, fully knowing even then that he had a long list of former lovers who were not yet over your handsome husband.

“Jongin-ah,” another young man called.

Jongin released his hold on you and stood up to greet the older male, “Suho-hyung”.

Slowly, you stood up as well and bowed politely.

“Oh, you must be Jongin’s wife,” he turned to you in acknowledgement.

“________ _______,” you introduced and held your hand out.

He shook in, grinning as he eyed you from head to toe.

“So seems like you’ve been busy,” he turned to Jongin and teased, wiggling his brows suggestively.

As the two friends chatted, you excused yourself despite Jongin’s willingness to ditch his sunbae to accompany you wherever you wanted to go. You just needed some alone time to think.

Strolling around the large venue, you sighed, rubbing your stomach. Were you being too possessive? The last thing you wanted was your husband to feel that you were one of those jealous clingy girls. He did…at one point scream for divorce and though you knew it was out of anger it still haunted you to this day. Maybe it was okay for him to not to have you by his side, but it didn’t work the other way around. You were in love – in deep love to the point that the mere thought of not seeing him ever again sent you six feet under. You unknowingly let out a soft whimper.

As you continued to walk around, you discovered yourself back at the hallway you had been before, during your fight with Sohee. With a regretful sigh, you searched around for your husband’s expensive pen that you angrily used as a weapon against the other woman. He always had it with him so it must have meant a lot to him. You searched the borders of the hall, in the bathroom, and even the dusty corners, but nothing appeared in your radar.

“_______ah, what are you doing?” a female voice asked as the owner walked over to you.

“Omunim,” you greeted.

“Don’t bend over like that. That’s bad for the baby,” she warned.

You immediately straightened up and nodded.

“Are you trying to find something?” she asked.

Trying to not worry your mother-in-law, you shook your head and looped your arm around hers with a smile. She patted your hand. You followed her back to the lobby to reunite with your husband.

He grinned widely upon seeing you and you returned his smile with one of your own. But somewhere deep down, a sore feeling lingered on the pit of your stomach. Oppa…do you…regret taking me as your wife?

a/n: YAY Pilot chapter of Temporary II. This is not really a sequel lol. It’s more of a continuation. Either way :D hope you guys enjoyed it! This installment is actually longer than the first installment, despite it being only 13 chapters because the chapters are a lot longer.

As for the scavenger hunt!!! I HOPE YOU GUYS HAD FUN! Good job to those who solved it. Here are the locations of the 3 links: 1 2 3...they basically revealed the link to the table of contents (which was still hidden yesterday) and a link to this image:

If you didn’t get the chance to solve it, don’t worry :D I’ll try to think of other silly games in the future hehe!!!!

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